When The Superhero Is You
We’ve watched the films, we’ve our favourites and I would wager we identify with the best of them, whoever they are.
Whatever superpowers they possess, whatever backstories of self loathing, resentment, shame, anger or worth, the mark of the one that, in the hour of need, hits at the core of our being and whispers:
“Now is your time!”
How accurate would it be if I predicted, at that moment, your inner warrior shouted:
“Go for it, my son!” or “Go, girl, you’re on it”
Did your chest swell, egged on by feelings of:
“That’s me, if only given the chance to show the world it’s me!”
As much as Hollywood has used and abused our imaginations, played tag with our emotions, leading us on a roller coaster of a ride through fantasy dressed as reality, we were always dealt predictive programming.
This beast, preening itself in front of us, urged us to accept as normal, and the the new normal, whenever they deigned play for real, their ace. Unknown to most, our emotions had been so totally compromised, our minds so viciously abused, raped and sown with seeds of compliant Yes Men and Women, we hardly realised the depth we’d been played.
The propaganda bullhorns lay disaster movie scripts in front of us. They trigger prior programming, enabling us to have memory of inevitable terror revisited. All the time self created outcomes drive fear, trepidation and a desire for someone else to protect us from unimaginable horrors, dragging them onto front and centre stage.
The manipulation is complete. The terrors can now be ratcheted up as the scale is now global. The conviction the need for compliance is imperative, is almost final.
(Cue theatre lights suddenly turning up…..)
Littered throughout the auditorium seats are filled with a few smiling faces, still enjoying the popcorn, observing all the petrified faces in the crowd. These observers hold no fear, never once flinching throughout the presentation, the phantasmagoria. They’ve seen it all a hundred times before and sit fearless and waiting.
There to witness how many are transfixed in the headlights of presented horror, they wait.
Knowing, perhaps they always had known, the superheroes others projected and waited for were omnipresent. One question, however, intrigues them:
“When will each of these, dumbstruck and terrified, realise it is all a set up, a play, a delusion to capture them, silence them and instil complete obedience and compliance?”
This is the question intriguing each and every one awake to the charade.
So the question has to be, demanding a truthful, honest answer is:
“If this is to be YOUR time, are you prepared to rise to it, recognise your actions, becoming your own superhero that beckons,……….. would you?”
With the clock of destiny, about to chime midnight, are you prepared to rise up like lions, be present, do your bit and honour that small notation, in history’s annals, with your name on it?
As one great man could have said:
“Ask not what your country can do for you, but what together we all can do for freedom and the sovereignty of all People.”
Midnight fast approaches, the darkest looking hour, that moment you will remember for the rest of your life approaches. The moment when, in years to come, will return as vivid as if it was now… and your grandchildren look up at you and ask:
“Where were you, what part did you play, when all around heard freedom blast from every corner of the land, shattering the beast into a thousand pieces?”
They, in innocence and intuitive acuity, will see the superhero you decided to be when you answered that call. The call that came down the wire… to be there, stand tall and declare:
“NOT IN MY NAME, NOR IN MY CHILDREN’S, NOR THEIR CHILDREN’S”
Stay aware, awake, remain fearless and prepare all your friends, family and others. That call will come, it is coming, can’t you almost hear it?
When it does, you will know exactly what to do, you have waited too long , you have dreamed so long for it and in the depth of our hearts — it will arrive as joyfully as the sighting of the first swallow of summer …… in autumn!
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The author: Jonathan Trapman
Author, photo journalist, researcher and seeker after truth, Jonathan’s career started on the back stabbing, headline grabbing pavements and offices of Fleet Street, London. Decades of indoctrination into the vile art of propaganda and media, found him reach a pinnacle of renown as one of the top photographers in the industry.
Drawn to expose the untruths and base intentions of the Cabal, he followed former investigative members of his family, in exposing the Dark Side.
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