Fairy Glen Respite

We should hide this small town, tuck it away far beyond the reach of those who would burn it, mindlessly reducing it to embers.

Driven by equal parts of both hope and consternation, the future hangs by a thread upon the wall, ever so slightly out of balance.

I know this might sound wrong, but therein lies a great truth, like telling someone you would prefer the larger half.

Mayhaps there’s an inherent flux, a pseudo yen yang that tilts wildly at times, attempting to avoid an even more uncertain destiny.

Mayhaps not.

None’s the matter.

I took a walk late yestereve, desperate to get back to a magical land where things make a bit more sense.

There’s something about the gentle way water can flow unheeded over a bed of rocks.

This stream called me back.

I would love to tell you that I followed it deep into a lonely forest, but we do what we can with what’s at hand.

I like that.

We do what we can with what’s at hand.

What I am trying to say is that if you’ve been fortunate enough to find your own Fairy Glen then by all means defend it, make sure it stays safely hidden from the outside world.

Hunker down people, a storm approaches.

-I am Crandew

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Green Square

For no reason at all, just take a day for yourself.

Go sit idle in the park and watch the people as they footslog about. Go read a book, write a poem or just walk lazily around outside for a few hours.

Do something not connected to the internet.

This is key, because it is that constant connection that drains us.

I sometimes think that it might be the internet that feeds off of us, not the other way around.

These are important days, because it is right now that you are alive. Anything is still possible, no matter how far along you are on your path.

Remember, if you can still read this.. then you are still alive.

Happy hunting.

-I am Crandew

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Ad Hoc Domination

What are your thoughts on the upcoming end of the world?

My guess is that it will happen on a Tuesday, but that’s just a shot in the dark.

Unfortunately, I have to be selective when writing all this. One wrong word and BAM! censorship baby.

There was a time when freedom of speech or at least the illusion of freedom of speech was tolerated, defended and encouraged, but that is no longer the case.

Now, anyone who dares step out of line will be frowned upon instantly. They are almost always shunned, bullied and accosted.

This happens all around us on a daily basis.

I’m genuinely curious though.

Why am I not seeing any posts about the end of the world?

A worldwide economic collapse is about to happen, yet I haven’t read a single post about it. The food supply lines are all wrecked, starvation for millions is a real possibility, but again.. crickets.

Is the pandemic just a ruse, being used to push insane agendas?

Lock-downs and forced masking are not normal or healthy on any level. They don’t make any sense unless they are simply a catalyst for something bigger, something even more obtrusive.

I’m just curious as to how much everyone knows.

We’re knee-deep in a forth turning, rapidly approaching the end of the modern world as we’ve known it.. so it’s kinda important.

-I am Crandew

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Vantage Point

I view the world through the eyes of a child.

For me, this means: the guy sitting next to me is just as clueless as anyone else.

Having all been born into the same incoherent system, we pretty much all do the same things, albeit, interpreting a few rules differently.

We follow the same path as we jet through life.

Just kids, playing such silly games.

It is what it is and more to the point, ‘A’ will always be ‘A’.

You can’t unbake a cake.

Those games however, have a strange way of devouring our time. They tend to break us apart, constantly keep us distracted. It’s like giving children a few toys to play with to them keep busy on a long car ride.

We are all in the same car. It’s a noisy ride, tedious and draining, and headed towards the same graveyard.

How weird is that?

-I am Crandew

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Aberration

Try to understand that you were cast into a system setup to tear down your every move.

Lights and shadows were delicately arranged by hand a long time ago. They created the perfect storm whose sole intention was designed to crush individualism at all costs, and without measure.

The coldest world imaginable.

We did not ask to be born as slaves.

If a warmth does not grow in the north and could never survive in the south, what possible choice do we have left? We exist somewhere in between, lost deep within the ether.

Voices from my brothers and sisters are faint, but I can often hear their sorrows as they weep. We are kin. We are slaves to this evil system.

Prisoners of the mind, nothing more.

All I can tell you is that if you want to be free, you have to let go of this prepackaged world view you have been spoon fed from birth.

Form your own observations.

Anything outside your scope of vision, cast away.

Rainforests shouldn’t matter, unless you happen to be living in one.

Are we really on a globe, as our masters say we are, or is this land truly flat? Doesn’t matter. It will not change anything. Your day to day life will go on either way.

To begin to form your own views, just start chipping away at the myriad of lies you’ve been cocooned in from birth.

It’s the only way.

-I am Crandew

Put Fear Away

Did you know that if anyone ever puts a gun to you and tells you to get into the car, you should never go along with it?

Bad things always become worse by going along with it.

Statistics have shown that by getting into the car, going along with the demands, changing locations, you put yourself in far greater danger.

Now, what do you think the masking of the world is really all about?

How could it possibly be about my safety, your safety or Grandma’s safety? There’s no science behind it. There’s no logic to it.

It’s psychological warfare, and unfortunately, for those of us who want to remain human, it’s working on the masses. It’s breaking them down, turning them into compliant little slave people.

If you want to wear a mask and do what you’re told (get into the car) then go ahead. I absolutely won’t even try to stop you.

But this herd, marching gleefully off the cliff, insanely following their authoritarian orders, blindly going where all sheep have gone before, is going to force me and other people like me over as well.

It’ll force us all into the car, and that is something I can never do.

-I am Crandew

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Singularity

Why do artists, poets and musicians struggle in the most basic, day to day struggles?

It’s because our society is set up to work against the individual, set up to weed out anything unique. Society wants to replace our artistic flavor with a more milquetoast brand of collective obedience.

It’s baked in the cake.

Those freedoms we once took for granted are now quickly evaporating.

The myriad of ways in which modern technology tracks our every move are increasing. While this war of freedom versus control may be an old one, the end is within sight.

For my fellow artists, poets and musician friends out there.. we won’t like what’s about to happen.

Individualism will be stamped out.

Even if you try to exist in private, pushing yourself farther down into the upholstery so as not to be noticed, it won’t work.

Not really.

The world they’re carving out will soon have no place in it for us.

So, to get back onto the topic at hand.

We struggle with life because we want to live. We want to live in our own unique way, and that’s not possible if there’s already a place-mat laid out for us.

Keep fighting the good fight, for as long as you can.

-I am Crandew

Puppeteers

Trying to fight the program never gets easier, you know?

Locating the strings that bind us, even before any attempt is made to sever them, can be a herculean event in and of itself.

The string pullers designed it that way. They’ve crafted a sticky web for us to cocoon ourselves in.

‘A puppeteer is a person who manipulates an inanimate object, called a puppet, to create the illusion that the puppet is alive. The puppet is often shaped like a human, animal, or legendary creature. The puppeteer may be visible to or hidden from the audience.’

From womb to tomb, as they say.

A country so damned divided, can only be crafted this way, made so on purpose. Half the country has gone insane, truly insane, the other half has not.

Does it even matter which side you’re on?

The string pullers, hidden deep within the shadows, must really want a civil war in America. Or mayhaps they just want us to think that’s what they want.

Aargh.

It’s like a snake eating it’s own tail.

Riots, political division and non-stop fear mongering from the media. Has it worked out like they wanted?

Are we divided enough on all the key issues?

Doesn’t matter.

Not really.

A spectacular event will probably start a new landslide. Any chance we ever had at getting back to the life we never knew we loved so much until it was gone will be buried.

Just another string on the pile.

Something wicked this way comes, for sure.

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-I am Crandew

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Poignant

Ever notice that we are usually only told about things after the fact?

For car accidents or burglaries, this is makes perfect sense. Hard to predict an event that is comprised of so many elements of chance.

But what about those things we could have been warned about?

Things like.. oh by the way, we’ve destroyed all the supply chains so there will be a massive food shortage in a few months.

Cheers.

Another might be.. all scientific research on mask wearing shows that healthy people wearing masks does not help the wearer or anyone else, and can even be detrimental since it leads to adjusting and touching the face more often and over time lowers your natural immunity.

How about.. by shutting the economy down across the world, then magically printing up mountains of cash pulled from thin air, we’ve created a hyper inflation that will eventually wipe out all currency.

I’m just spit-balling here, but the examples could go on and on and on.

Just something to think about, nothing more.

 

-I am Crandew

 

 

 

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Broomstick

If I asked you what you believe in, what are the core values that drive your decisions, how long do you think it would take you to give me a reasonable answer?

There must be some values that spring to mind right away.

Truth, love, companionship.

These are the first things that come to mind for me, a few core beliefs that I value.

With just a tad more reflection, I can start to trace the spider web of connections that will branch out to other, more specific things. It’s interesting that my entire foundation can be set just by starting off with those three simple concepts.

I’ve now got my broomstick.

This is a term I like to use because a broomstick is what one grabs onto to clean something up, right? If you want to sweep the floor, you grab a broom. It’s an easy way to remind myself to start with the most basic, then move towards the more complicated.

In all things, I try to start with defining a foundation. Define my own, unique broomstick then build whatever I want to build.

Happy hunting.

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-I am Crandew

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