The COVID Crime, The Case, The Evidence, The Lies..

We are all being forced into a MASSIVE cocoon. Transformation is not compulsory. But if we don't use this cocoon time to transform, we will die when it cracks open, or be moved into a ghost/shadow version of the real world to live out the rest of our days in disconnected grayscale.
I have come close to the place where I let go of telling this story. It is a story that is dying. The obsessive story teller in me loves documenting the drama as it unfolds... but the truth (I believe) is that everyone has already made their choice. And would I rather be playing violin on the Titanic as it sinks (if that even happened) or would I rather be building a whole new ship.
When you say it like that, the answer's kind of obvious isn't it. I don't think I'm quite ready to let go of this story yet, but it is being pulled away from me, nonetheless, day by day, a little at a time...
It's like being pulled into a current in a river... you are suddenly rushing downstream on an invisible motorway faster than those who swim outside the invisible current ... and much much faster than the salmon who are still swimming the other way.
The truth is coming out ... and maybe being an armchair warrior helps to a degree.... but it's almost time for me to start focusing solely on what is being built rather than what is being destroyed.

Words By S Welsh