The reality for all of us is that we are members of a profoundly dysfunctional human species in very deep trouble, on a planet whose biosphere is dying and/or being killed, mostly by us, individually and collectively. I am sorry to say this, but it does look like a mass mortality event may lie just ahead for very large numbers of humans on this planet. I will have more to say about this below.
I was born in the USSA in 1955 and naturally am still in communication with people from that country. At this point my frank perception is that the vast majority of people in the USSA are in tremendously dangerous denial, about almost everything that is of any substantive consequence to the continued habitability of this planet by the human species, and most other complex, biological life forms.
I have written before about The Bone Lady who visited me in 1958, when I was a sickly little, three year old boy, and who gave me a broad overview of what was coming. For whatever reason, She clued me in to the great dying time that was coming, the time of unimaginable turmoil, death and woe, the time of great suffering and destruction, the unthinkable, inhuman, demonic time of incomprehensible horror. September 2015 Reality Check
An article from my former website, Otherworld Journeys:
Well, after all this time, I’ve got round to giving the Darkness Invisible Its own page:
The Darkness Invisible – and I use the capital letters intentionally, because capital letters represent designated authority and ego – is a ‘trickster’ force. It’s here to come up against us (the italics of Darkness indicate that It is pushing us), to test our fortitude, our determination, our empathy, our affinity, our mettle, our courage, our integrity, our appreciation, our ability to love; constantly testing our limits, our borders enticing us to erect, move and break them down.
Fear in all its disguises and spectra – of, for instance, physical, emotional, and spiritual survival; servitude, division, containment, suppression, guilt, greed, stature, appearance; and accumulated and marshalled within the instinctual sector of our minds (not intuition – that is fearless and another facility all together).
…examining to what degree they’re driving us towards utopia or oblivion; or both at the same time. Pausing occasionally to take a look at related issues during our journey across the robotic landscape of the present and near-future. The Looming Robot Revolution
A common thread throughout these major mass media events involving brutal murder and multiple victims is the fact that survivors and bystanders often times find the circumstances quite amusing, even at times breaking out into fits of hysterical laughter. I’ve provided a few examples here. Mass Shootings: Did We Miss The Punchline?
Tis wonderful how circumstances roll into each other. With the information that Hugh Simmonds body was discovered in woods near Chalfont St. Giles, and that village being the one time home of the poet John Milton one’s mind is drawn to the visionary romantic poet and artist, William Blake. Next I hear from my friend Neil Hague, a contemporary Blake, in many ways, with news of his latest artwork…and then I get a notice from WordPress of a new ‘like’ and ‘follow’ on my books’ blog, by the illustrator and writer G.E. Gallas who has only gone and produced a stunning graphic novel in a tribute to William Blake.
30 pages of a marvellous graphic novel by writer and illustrator G.E. Gallas. Enjoy:
The Poet and the Flea is a reimagining of the life of the poet-painter William Blake. Set in 1790, at the onset of The Industrial Revolution, William suffers from the death of his beloved younger brother, Robert. Catherine (Kate) Blake attempts to comfort her husband, but cannot dispel his grief. During this spell of anxiety, William is visited by an ominous creature: The Ghost of a Flea. The Flea reveals a vested interest in William’s spiritual well-being — the result of an unorthodox wager. Will William triumph over The Flea’s sinister meddling? Or will he fall victim to The Flea’s corruption? The Poet and the Flea Ode to William Blake