Preface
This is not aimed at a single person, nor written for applause. It is a naming, a mirror, a reminder that truth spoken with accountability carries its own fire. The Witness belongs to anyone willing to bear that flame, even for a moment.
This is not accusation, but naming in clarity:
Projection is the currency.
The herd is the instrument.
Seduction is the method.
Obscurity is the shield.
And when truth enters,
it unsettles the herd.
The first defense is always the lullaby..
soft verses sung to calm the trembling,
to cradle the anxious back into sleep.
But the lullaby is no vision;
it is anesthesia, a narcotic of words.
It soothes so that no one questions
the darkness that holds them.
Yet the mantle descends where it will.
A word spoken in accountability burns like flame,
piercing the fog, shattering the spell.
Even for a moment, it breaks the hold
and shows the rulers for what they are:
unclothed,
powerless,
undone.
This piece speaks to the mantle that can descend at any moment on any prepared soul .. the witness who refuses projection and chooses accountability over illusion. It names the pattern of power that hides behind vagueness, lulls the herd with lullabies, and builds its dominion on gaslight and evasion. It does not call for a new herd, but for individuals to awaken.. for words to burn clear enough to pierce the fog and break the spell of obedience.
What rules now is only a temporary regime built on whispers, not substance. Its power depends on numbers and noise, not truth. And because of that, the greatest threat to it is not opposition from without but revelation from within: a single voice carrying the flame that burns away deception.
--Even the mantle may descend upon the one they believed sacrificed beyond return.
The very one they thought they had neutralized may yet become the most searing flame of all.
..
Beautiful receivers of the mantle:
(even if only for a moment)
Feel
Receive
and then, speak--
Send out the signals, deep and loud
And in this place can you reassure me
With a touch, a smile while the cradle's burning
All the while the world is turning to noise
Oh, the more that it's surrounding us
The more that it destroys
Turn up the signal
Wipe out the noise
https://youtu.be/xJoSNZxLdbU?si=3TVjG8DfRL_pkBmE
xoxo