TRILLIONS of dollars, yuan, euros, pounds, rubles, and other fiat currencies are funneled into the Climate, Pharmaceutical, and Military Industrial Complexes, siphoning our taxes, service corporation (government) budgets, and human resources, without accountability or transparency, year, after year, after year, generation after generation.
Author: Trance
Artist. Writer. Truth seeker.
In March 2020, the entire modern world was forcibly, aggressively, violently, and permanently changed. Not because of a virus, but because of the concept of a virus, among other false notions and fabricated events.
As you may know, I am a recording artist who has been writing, composing, and producing my own original music since I was about 16. Today, I am… older. I have a backlog of unfinished projects, albums, and random ideas. I’ve made notes for some cool music videos. There is ample evidence on several hard drives that ideas and inspirations were never in short supply, but the ridiculous amount of time that began to elapse between releasing products and creations into the world has increased significantly. I’m sure many other creators out there can relate.
The times, they are a-changin’. And quickly. Our individual and collective human expression, our story, is adapting, as it always does, but many are feeling disillusioned and disenfranchised by all the madness.
The plandemic, a massive fraud decades in the making, threw much of the modern world for a loop, the repercussions of which are still rippling out in all directions. AI is now suddenly in our faces, in our phones, in our wallets, our offices, and our homes. Health and wellness is seemingly always under threat, both by ourselves and by manufactured extrinsic means, as disease, mutations, variants, and epidemics are ubiquitous in the media.
In this article, I delve a little into some of the main themes and concerns of our time and explore perspectives, opinions, ideas, and directions that may help to reframe aspects of our lives and see them in a different light.
As we get older, we are often reminded of our mortality, our fragility, and the inevitable end of this journey.
As relationships, friends, family members, and memories fade and fall away, we quietly posit and define chapter headings to our story. Every milestone initiates a recapitulation, as we inevitably, and perhaps unexpectedly, check in with ourselves. Are we living our real and true mission? Is this all there is to life? How much time do we have left?