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Caitlin Johnstone
Published: 2022-08-16
Source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jy5JV4Qs7ss
owl eyes crawling on our hands and knees vomiting up life hearts which go bouncing across the floor like pennies disgusted by the latest headline the latest heartbreak the latest bill the latest there is an owl sitting upon our sofa we don't know how long it has been watching us and we are too nauseous to care something is scratching at the insides of our walls it's all
fake and i can't take it we cry from our depths with sobs of motherhood and milk the youtube ads the lonely cereal the sitcom re-runs full of dead people's laughter the co-worker small talk painted over oceans of anguish and the maddening impulse to tongue-kiss each other just to make a real connection the skyscraper savagery the screens of pundits arguing which boots to lick when i was
small everything crackled and was boundless but now i'm waiting to die on a dying world with a rectangle in my pocket that keeps trying to sell me things i don't understand there is a deeper wisdom at work here says something from the blackness in the owl's eyes something watching all this unfold something ancient something nameless we shall not call it god because it doesn't behave like
any god concocted by the minds of men it is utterly a genderless eternally patient entirely embracing of all that is still the great powers of our day splat against it like a cooked spaghetti noodle tossed against the wall before the empire arose it is before humanity's great fall from wisdom to cleverness it is it is beyond us and before us yet closer to us than our
own mitochondria but the tyrants we protest and the rainforests and the screaming red children who won't leave the center of my vision no matter how hard i rub my eyes and the black tie oil orgies and the persecution puppets and the fentanyl bone yards and the spinmeister slack channels and the nursing home warehouses and the reaper drones in flock formation and the tent city police raids
and the schizophrenic street whalers and the gig economy car sleepers and the microplastic metastases and and and and and in school they taught you how the world works and that it is sane and happy said the blackness then you grew up and you learned that was all a lie and that everything is dark and crazy now you're growing up some more and learning that underneath everything
there really is a deep sanity and happiness after all and then the camera zooms out out from our cratered heart floor out from our living room out from these words being listened to in this recording out from the ears of the listener out through the listener's mind and through the flotsam and jetsam of subconscious currents back back back as far as it can go to that
peaceful point of origin before all arisings to your original nature to your original self and from here it's all happening just as before the sharp-toothed bank boys the cackling talk shows with eyeless hosts the ball buster billboards selling geo-engineering and prosthetic contentment the electronic escapism and the overpriced brain fog but it's seen differently seen in a much much larger context and oh so clearly doomed to
