Living In A Surreal World


until their children will wake up homeless. – Thomas Jefferson

The world around us has become surreal. Up until recent years, the energy was focused on new things. We were preoccupied with a new learning curve. Computer technology has changed the way that we live our lives and it seemed, that in order to move anywhere close to ‘business as usual’, we had to learn how to keep up with all of the new devices which suddenly ruled our lives. We had become, necessarily distracted. This new invention, the internet inundated us with information in ways that we had never known before, and viewpoints which were, perhaps, also unknown to us. To some, it seemed to make us feel that we had not been privy to the “TRUTH” before, being limited to the news on television and in print.

In a way, we became overwhelmed by so many points of view, masquerading as information, that we lost our need to distinguish fact from fiction. The more information we received, the less TRUTH mattered in the objective sense. What we wanted, what we have always wanted was a truth that coincided with our own perception of TRUTH. News on the internet, could just as well be propaganda, they became indistinguishable. So the mainstream media, always seeking the numbers, which translated into cash, transformed from the unbiased distribution of facts, to the very biased spreading of opinions. Money went to the media outlets that could spin the facts into a cloth that was preferred by the largest number of people. News distanced itself from journalism and best friended Madison Avenue. The old time. truth telling journalists began to lose favor and finally were slowly moved out to the curb, along with other throwaway items such as, TRUTH, and impartiality. The Constitution, I believe, was at one time interpreted with the original intent and spirit of its framers in mind. Now it is interpreted with only the opinions and best interests of those with the most money in mind.

So now that I can finally look up from my electronic devices to see what is happening around me, I am feeling as though I am on a magic school bus that is transporting me though history to experience, first hand, how empires crumble. I imagine the Roman Senate, so intoxicated with wealth and power that it lost its ability to relate to the Romans themselves. Or old crazy King George the III, who was so eager to milk every last dime out of those distant colonies that he caused the Revolutionary War. Our government and Wall Street have united with Madison Avenue to sell us on the importance of keeping the rich, rich. They have figured out how to make as many Americans as possible hate our President enough to fight against whatever he is in favor of, even if what he is in favor of…is our own ability to survive and sustain our health and the health and wellbeing of our children.

I see the Congress as a caricature from an old New Yorker comic. I see images of Fat Wall Street Bankers shoving cake and candy in their mouths so that they will push through more and more corporate entitlements, after all, now a corporation has the same rights as an individual according to the Supreme Court, only they have more money and power, so in essence, or in real terms, they have more rights. We only get one vote, but they get to buy the candidates. So it turns out that we get to vote between the blow up dolls created and designed by the institutions that we need the most protection from. Our votes have been rendered meaningless, since we can only choose between different looking and different sounding representatives of the same silent, hidden interest. We are given a choice between this Wall Street puppet or that one. Any real representative of the people could not afford the airtime to be heard. In this country, to become a candidate requires the selling of your soul. It is not about whose truth you are aligned with, it is about whose lies are most convincing.

Recently I watched the gubernatorial races around the country and what struck me was that every candidate in the races that I watched, should have been in jail. Those who voted had to vote for the candidate who could make the atrocities of the other candidate sound worse than his own. We were given choices between two evils, two criminals. I don’t know what this says about who we are. I don’t know what this says about what America means anymore. Our values, our morals, are reflected by those we elect to represent us, to govern, to serve. So why do our leaders establish commissions to root out corruption? Are those commissions established to fool us? If they are meant to lead us to believe that this nation does not support corruption, they are not needed. The truth is that we are a corrupt nation. In a time of transparency, and mudslinging, we are fully aware of the lying, stealing and overall corruption of those individuals who are running for office before we vote, and still we elect them. We don’t care who they stole from, cheated on, or killed in their private lives. We don’t care how many millions or billions a candidate stole from the poor or even from the government. We don’t care if a candidate voted to eliminate social security, and unemployment insurance. We care only that we elect a candidate who shares our personal likes and dislikes, our prejudices, or appear on the right side of the right church.

Sadly, those few of us who have eyes and SEE and have ears and HEAR, are so stupefied by what is going on, and are so few in number that we feel powerless. We can only observe as the dam continues to erode, and our chances for life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness continues to be only an increasingly distant horizon. We are those voices screaming years before the Revolutionary War, who were ignored, and ostracized by the British supporters, murdered by the Roman Senators. We are those who will not be heard until the majority of people arrive at that destination we, the seeing, fear is ahead.

There are pyramids and other structures around the world that attest to the fact that there were some who either survived Atlantis, or escaped in time to survive and carry the knowledge and wisdom gained throughout the world. And there will be those of us who will, seeing the inevitable collapse that awaits us, will prepare, and simplify our lives. We will join with others in self-sufficient communities, based upon brotherhood and cooperation. We will carry the seeds of life rich in spiritual meaning and Oneness throughout the world.


To everything there is a time, a time to build up and a time to break down. This is the time to break down the material foundation that is so far from the heart and from our Source. No one can stop that collapse. No one can save us from the dam that is eroding. It is time; it is the end of its season. Those of us who understand this will survive to teach what we have learned and be a part of building a new legacy. Life seems surreal because it is almost Biblical. What led to the apocalypse, the destruction of the Tower of Babel, and to the end of Rome is what we are witnessing now. The wealthy, and their servants in government are fiddling just like Nero did as Rome burned. When a building becomes disconnected from its foundation, it is no longer a question of if it will fall, but when. And when a government, regardless of whether it calls itself a democracy, a republic, a fascist state or a dictatorship, becomes totally disconnected from the people it governs, it too will inevitably fall.

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