Happy new b'ak'tun.
It's been feeling for a while now that we're splitting off from each other, and that feeling has just kept getting more powerful for me. If you look at the media, you could certainly be convinced for yourself. The muppets in america are clearly being driven to each other's throats, caught as always in utter terror. Turns out parenting interferes with pawing away hours at your cell phone, now we have to ban all the things so that the adult world can become a child-friendly version of itself to accommodate the worst examples of ourselves; pretending that the utterly exceptional is the norm. No doubt they're lobbying to get oprah and dr phil inserted as a suppository for every man, woman and child, because accepting their programming via the teevee has clearly done so much already. It doesn't satisfy much that I put in the words early.
A couple of years ago, I benefited from a borderline psychedelic experience thanks to some magic mushrooms that had mostly gone off by the time they reached me. I asked what was ahead for us, vis-a-vis the new b'ak'tun, and my subconscious answered in the form of the semi-vivid, symbolic vision that my mind appears to favour. It showed two spirals, or maybe two directions in the same one. The rotations on one keeps getting smaller, while the ones in the other direction keep growing outwards. It showed me that most of us were in the shrinking one, but that by now, most of us would have migrated out of there. The implication was that chasing the shrinking spiral was a result of acting in fear, and the further implication was that the shrinking would eventually mean for everyone on that path a kind of spiritual death, if not a physical one. I realised what that meant for me personally, and found it difficult to believe that I would in the interim give up my (fear-induced) habit of tracking and saving important world news, or trying to front-run the future via the reports of a "rickety time machine", but now that's already happened.
If you haven't noticed the spiral getting smaller, you haven't been paying proper attention. Most people have been pulling into themselves, trying to live in a fractal of things that were once tiny; getting all worked up and interested in things like coffee and food, then hiding there. Watch satellite teevee and you'll find prison and cop shows trying to convince you that big brother is everywhere and that not even a gram of weed could escape the "great eye". Switch the channel and you'll find people trying to convince you to spend hours a day preparing meals. Be only afraid of al CIA-da, the other channels beg: "Don't worry that the most terrified nation on earth murders their own citizens in false flag attacks for an excuse to secure other people's resources and your own: We got people whose job it is to worry about that, and they seem quite satisfied, sleeping on mattresses made of stolen oil money."
The propaganda is only going to get clearer and more self-defeating as time drags on. Satirists have been out of work for years now, their jobs taken away by people who thought they were being serious. A once (relatively) reputable south african news site spammed this into the headlines, like it wasn't an ad. I wonder what they think they will be left with once people spent all the energy they had left on getting worked up at summer, coffee, cat pictures, or the left-hind leg of big potato moths. Probably willing shells with which to make war on the rest of us.
I am not afraid.