Sensations About The Future

Everyone thinks the future will be bad.

But it might not be bad for you.

They think it is bad because they sense something...

And of course they are certainly right.

A generation of people - those who wrecked everything in the Sixties by taking advantage of the losses of the leadership strata caused by WWII - have wreaked absolute havoc since they were teenagers, consuming things like a gigantic global plague of locusts, and now are old and dying.

Those who have the game beat - 
are all on their own in empty
spaces right now.
There's no one else there where
they are.

They've left nothing behind.

The world is a complete mess and a cultural desert.

The general public does not have the brainpower to create anything exciting and new anymore.

You just have to take a short journey through the New York subway to see the standard of the advertisements - the marketing to the public - to understand that things could not be more dire.

Meanwhile one of our tribe here - Lachlan K., (aka 'Lachie') - will be attending probably the Glass Slipper party in Venice for this year's Carnival there.

He is not feeling any sensations of something dire or dismal coming up around the corner.

He is from a staggeringly rich family of construction managers and engineers.

Your problem of course is not if or whether you will all of a sudden come into a lot of wealth - but more what you would do with it.

Definitely it is no longer the case that one can sit back wherever one is, in the middle of the disasters going on in cities and the ideological and social car-crashes taking place in politics everywhere in the West, and hope to be unnoticed by everyone else.

It's Winter in the Northern Hemisphere, a late Winter and the cold is still there everywhere. But it's also a kind of 'social Winter' for people too, as their systems of personal interactions run down into the final decline that will 'take out' the world as we know it.

There are secrets about this world that you don't yet know the whole of...

There is a power that has held itself back, in the wings, as it were, while the idle tale told by idiots dominated the stage and took the spotlight.

...Only for the 'idle tale tellers' to be the metaphorical clowns in the glare of that light, as they struggle for air in their own death throes -, and with no help coming to save them.

Jesus is not coming for them. And they are going to die out and be forgotten.

You are the future. You are the only future.

So you'd better have Contact.

It's Winter. 'Civilization' (the old human one) is covered in snow and is dead. But who are the ones of the future? Where do they come from. Where did they come from.