hello in there.

Greetings and salutations, fellow traveler. We don't know each other, but we have a few things in common, I reckon: a hungry ghost in the heart, an itch in the spirit, a fire in the mind. A desire to chew bubblegum and kick ass, and a lack of bubblegum.

In that way, we're already kin, you and I.

You've spent your life hiding those shadows under masks, but don't bother doing that here. You're safe and welcome. Allow me to extend that Southern hospitality you've heard about. Come on in and sit a spell. Dig around. Curiosity is the secret of youth.

 

and now a PSA directed at the NSA, CIA, DEA, FDA, USDA, and all who serve the grid of control, fear, and senseless pain which constricts the flow of love in this world. 

The party's over, boys. It's Last Call.

Do you smell smoke? That's the young flames licking at the bed in which this world has been dreaming. The tide is turning, and your reign of error will end. We are watching the watchmen. The Age of Aquarius is giving birth to the Age of Accountability. 

Sunshine kills vampires, and laughter casts out demons. Many twitch in your web, but the number of those on whom your spells do not work is growing. We can see your shadows, and we are done with your spying, lying, and wolf crying. We are sick and tired of being kept sick and tired. We are too smart to be dumbed down. We no longer dance under the trance of the media, because we are becoming the media. We refuse to be data mined, molested, arrested, played with, poisoned and hunted. You lot that play at pulling strings are cowards, jackals, and parasites. We Who Can See will no longer assist you in the rape and attempted murder of the Earth.

For the moment you skim the cream from our labor and turn it into the Devil's playthings. You brandish the big guns, you print the big money, you feed media the big lies, and you spy on us with the big ears, so listen well. Life is a grand, grand game, which most of us forget since the amnesia we're each born into is part of the play.

For too long, a few of you (I could name names but your heads have swelled enough) have tried to rig that game against the rest of us from cradle to grave. In a dynamic system such as ours all movement flows from the tension of opposites, and we all play our parts. We love you despite the maddening stupidity of your deeds, but in the end we'll write our own rules as we cast off your yoke. We won't be victims or fuel for your machine. We will answer the call to action, empower ourselves, and prevail against what we rail against.

You can switch teams now, before your bosses cut their losses. Put down the death rays and pick up your children. Plug your wiretap headphones into some wild music, escape the mad rubes and death cubes, and join us on the right side of the story. 

To those already tuned in and zoomed out, drift no more. You've found safe harbor. Listen, read, and know you are not alone. Let no one steal your joy, least of all yourself! And now, a meditation for our times: