Alpha and Omega

The Alpha and Omega have never, ever been separated, they are imagined to be so in matter by a psyche that though itself a current, has become unwittingly corrupted by thinking the cathode/anode disarrangements of its own vehicle are more important than the current moment of its possible awareness.

To be so connected as an Alpha/Omega manifestation is to be The Human appearing as being a person.

These manifestations are so powerful when they appear that the whole species of Mankind has taken as its name Humankind, though as a totality of a physical manifestation Humankind is still only theoretically possible rather than actually here.

This theoretical possibility explains the Tale Of Two Cities analysis that history provides. Today, this is the best of times and it is the worst of times, which in itself is a kind of Alpha/Omega description, but the hugeness of this now global current seems to smash all local and personal sensibilities to their primordial pieces.

So, how to allow The Age Of Aquarius to actually appear?

The huge celebrity driven current that drives the global juggernaut, this current is stolen from the trickle charged disconnect that results from individuals not feeling their in-breath/out-breath, their waking/sleeping, their birthday/deathday – for themselves.

When a person reclaims their own Alpha/Omega reality with their own rheostat as their con-science, then the global juggernaut is rightsized, stops acting like a rogue elephant and the “Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs” money machine is dealt with.

This begins with the small number of Alpha/Omega connected people on the planet currently, de-cloaking and taking on the degenerative interpretation of Holy Writ, challenging that which has ensured the cul-de-sac state into which the world’s political class has inversed itself, catalysing a conversation that repairs an articulation of political vision.

This process is not without risk of course, as history can bear witness, but timing is everything and The Bhagavad Gita is quite clear on The One being all there is in any event and that the old ways have already died.

The battle is to overcome inner familiar relations, not to officiously fight on the material plane.

The lesser jihad has gone, The Greater Jihad is in reconnecting the actual terminals of our actual existence – now.

Ex Mass

It used to have mass, this era that’s going. It felt it’s own weight, it’s gravitas when showing to nations that worried about growing, that war and economy and force and hegemony were the way to use Man’s dismay – to make money.

Now, this ex mass, that’s just about gone, this lightweight Executive bereft of the heavyweight hitters like Churchill and Wilson, Kennedy and Brezhnev, Marxists and Maoists, Leftists and Rightists, light, lighter, lightest as policies blow like leaves in the wind of the monetarists’ ills.

Sentiments were enough to even sound real, as mass meetings regaled the minds and the hearts of daughters and sons of battle worn parents, who together marched their familiarity toward this, our ex mass media’s trust, transformed unforseen, into our modern mediocrity of lightweight contempt.

Ex mass pickets talk of lines of holding will, waves of hollering, wailing resistance, railing against the brutally policed winds of a centrally planned, globally financed, politically calamitous, irreversible change.

No going back, there’s no going back for a while yet anyway, to the ex Mass with just one Pope. First, there’s got to be an Xmas clue, an Xmas clue to the coup that taken all the world’s leading of its led energy completely by surprise. This energy that is equal to the mass of the known Universe multiplied by light travelling at a speed that is impossibly multiplied by its own speed again, this energy now burgeoned by an excess of mass extinction warnings, is an energy tricked, trickled, yearning for a returning rheostat.

Here, now, here, now, now is the place of your receiving. Now is the ground of your conceiving a new way, a new path, though it looks deceivingly simple, sounds ridiculously – simple. It is the simplicity of stopping, when the falling off has done its job, the bike is ridden. When the mass graves of Mankind’s insanity have finished with their calling of freedom from the despots’ broken voices, the sudden simplicity of a critical Mass of Peace turns Xmas, into Christmas.