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The Winter of our Dis-content

Sylvia Shawcross

The Canada geese are honking now in great swathes in the sky riding currents to where the water will not freeze over and there are bits of greenery to feed on. They are the harbinger of a winter coming and the sound of their farewells cause us all to huddle closer to the warm spots between the chilled air. Even in conversation we are cozy with benevolence.

We are brave and we are hearty. Most of us who’ve been here for more than a generation learned resilience from the generations before us who endured a bitter wild world to make some sort of hopeful life here when it seemed an impossible task—making the best of it as we always have and always will. As new generations will learn. There was and is no other way after all.

But winter comes. Winter settles into our bones like an old phantom jealously haunting our memories of hot sunny days spent languishing because it has not known such things for such a long time—a bitter phantom who chides and jeers and we will battle until Spring.

We will ski and skate and slide and laugh at the mockery. We will find a warm place and drink cocoa with creme de menthe and marshmallows. We do not then hear the chattering of old ghosts gnawing at our bones when the winds howl. We catch the snowflakes on our eyelashes and stomp our feet in the creaking cold. And we will endure. There is no other way after all.

But just before the winter comes and the geese are still flying there is that strange time. It is always the same. The humid languor of summer snaps and the world goes mad. Quite mad. And it is madder than usual this year. This very year it is maddest of all.

There is an urgency of action and a veritable cascade of events that could have just as easily happened in July but we were simply not paying attention because our winters gave us the right to reward ourselves with indifferent indolence. But winter always comes and truths always snap into place like a mousetrap on a piece of cheese.

Sometimes we even catch the mouse. And sometimes we can know the truth. If they let us.

The days of truth are disappearing. We will perhaps only know our own experience. The rest being propaganda. We are in times of war after all. That’s the rationale for all this deliberate confusion and obfuscation and prohibition. It is mostly made to make us afraid. We’ve reached a point where we don’t know exactly what we’re supposed to be afraid of most, with all that we are told, but all we know is that fear lives with us. We tuck it into bed at night. We listen to it snore. Sometimes it tucks “us” into bed and wraps its rough blanket around us with stories it cackles at us with its fetid breath.

And in the morning we wake up and make the coffee like we always do. To do it all again because we are hearty. We resent that we are perhaps but we are. We made the coffee didn’t we? And that is more than some can manage some days. We can call ourselves victims of so many things and so many fears but ultimately it does no good to whimper when there are things need doing.

You still have to make the coffee. Or buy it. At Starbucks or Tim’s or that other place. And if we can’t afford coffee, we make parsley tea or just hot water with a scoop of whatever we can find. It is the warm and the wet and the ritual that matters most. It drives away the fear in the daylight. It starts our day fresh under the silent sun.

The blank slate of our thoughts of the day will be filled with whatever it is they want us to believe now. Now that they are censoring debate and any meaningful content. We will be left with empty banal jingles and flat repetitive flavourless words and foolish rote praise for those who crave power.

For those who told the truth we will not know them anymore. They will be a stray thought inside the cage of our own mind, a vague memory of how to think. Perhaps those who pilloried and drove out the truth tellers believe it will also drive away the fear for us but we already know how to do that. We made our coffee didn’t we?

We lost all the freedoms when they took that away—freedom of speech. All of them. One by one. The right at the end of the day to be a unique being interacting, questioning and creating in a tangible reality with others. They took it all away and gave us nothing in return but a promise that we wouldn’t be afraid anymore. They who made us all afraid in the first place.

And for most that promise of safety was all that was required.

And, they in power who promised so much will grow more and more restrictive as they find themselves not knowing who their enemies are. Such truths once were obvious when we had freedom of speech. Now, the not knowing will drive them a bit mad with surveillance as if now we were “all” their enemies who snickered and plotted. They can’t know until they add yet another chain.

Each loop a fear, each fear another fear. They chain the world. Perhaps that way it will not fall apart.

But before it became so bleak that we ended up there in the chained world, we can still remember we had the truth tellers when they did not censor content. Even when they started our truth tellers found their secret words and gestures and symbols we all learned because as unique beings we craved truth.

Most of us. Maybe only some of us. It was in our nature. Some of us will not forget them, no matter how many chains we wear.

Spring always comes with its promise of summer and so we will carry on making the best of things as we always have and always will. We will laugh in the snow. And we will be brave. There is no other way after all.

This piece was written prior to the Middle East situation. On that issue I’ll need to think for awhile. Oh here’s an earworm just because I like it and we lost this immense talent this year:

Quote for the foreseeable future. (Thankyou monkeycircus):

“History says, don’t hope
On this side of the grave.
But then, once in a lifetime
The longed-for tidal wave
Of justice can rise up,
And hope & history rhyme.

So hope for a great sea-change
On the far side of revenge.
Believe that further shore Is reachable from here,”
The quote is from Seamus Heaney’s The Cure at Troy, after Robert Fitzgerald, a translator and interpreter of the Greek classics.

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David Powell
David Powell
Oct 16, 2023 1:47 AM

someone just stole this lovely article
renamed it
A MESSAGE TO CITIZENS OF THE WORLD
channel Everything Inside Me

Sam - Admin2
Admin
Sam - Admin2
Oct 16, 2023 1:18 PM
Reply to  David Powell

Thanks, I’ll forward your message to the Editors. A2

Jhem
Jhem
Oct 15, 2023 12:45 AM

Living in Canada is a bitch, no doubt about it, especially these days. Which is why I and my wife fled Canada a year and a half ago, for Florida. I had lived in Quebec for 15 years. But with the lock downs and the mask mandates, the clot shots and all the other insane regulations and laws of trudeau and his govt, I just figured that a better life could be had elsewhere, and it can. Canada is lost, unfortunately. Just the same, I wish you the best of luck.

Rhys Jaggar
Rhys Jaggar
Oct 14, 2023 9:38 AM

Surely it’s better to defeat the propagandists by resolutely refusing to expose oneself to it?

Propaganda is useless if nobody watches it, reads it, listens to it.

So the next peace movement should surely have as its goal that 90% of people simply disengage from all the corporate Establishment media channels?

It may not be the entire endgame, but if you want healthy people, the first thing you must do is remove their exposure to toxicity, be that propaganda, hyper-processed food, unsanitary water etc etc.

nylon
nylon
Oct 14, 2023 4:01 PM
Reply to  Rhys Jaggar

A widespread rejection of the info-toxine could be considered a revolution on its own.

Erik Nielsen
Erik Nielsen
Oct 17, 2023 11:14 PM
Reply to  Rhys Jaggar

But isnt this what is happening?
Most of us non vacc are aware of the food poisoning and will thus be pushed toward a more healthy life style.
We dont follow MSM but try to maintain ourselves mental healthy. So we flow each where our hearts are on the right stream of the river, while those who hang on to an unhealthy lifestyle flow further on to drown in the Sea right?
So maybe there is no problem. Maybe the division is deliberate and should be so..

Paul Watson
Paul Watson
Oct 14, 2023 9:09 AM

Hot air and keyboards never stopped a tyrants…

Howard
Howard
Oct 14, 2023 1:32 PM
Reply to  Paul Watson

Only a bigger tyrant ever did…

Erik Nielsen
Erik Nielsen
Oct 17, 2023 11:16 PM
Reply to  Paul Watson

After Putin and Xi read my comments here, they both changed politics!

les online
les online
Oct 14, 2023 3:26 AM

Decades ago i had the notion to write a book, “THE History of The Future”…
I’m still thinking about writing it…

Jonathan K X
Jonathan K X
Oct 14, 2023 2:58 PM
Reply to  les online

“I’ve already written the page numbers. Now I just have to fill in the rest of it.”

-Steven Wright

Howard
Howard
Oct 15, 2023 4:04 PM
Reply to  les online

Write it soon because at the rate humanity is going, there may not be a future.

Howard
Howard
Oct 14, 2023 3:07 AM

Just a thought. Suppose the killer vaxx was intended all along to be a distraction.

While the mainstream was hyping the killer “virus,” and the alt media the killer vaxx, they were busily getting 5G all set up and ready to go. No fanfare, no massive outpouring of outrage, no warning bells – no nothing. Just a quiet, steady getting everything in place.

Suppose the vaxx was never intended as a depopulation tool; but designed to kill and maim just enough people to cause an uproar.

Didn’t it always seem odd that so many were allowed – and even in the midst of worldwide censorship are still allowed – to list all the harms it causes, even showing pictures of victims?

But no, TPTB would never stoop that low, would they?

PBW
PBW
Oct 14, 2023 1:57 PM
Reply to  Howard

I figure the next step is to turn attention to those 5G boxes (antennas). Some of the 5G boxes are small enough to fit in your garbage can alongside your mobile phone. Key to their prison for you=5G boxes within reach wherever you are.   An additional benefit of ditching the smartphone will be increased health. Sixty years of research shows that all of life relies on miniscule, delicate electrical impulses and the tsunami of impulses from EMF cell phone radiation overwhelms the natural state of things. In the medical field of toxicology it is taken for granted that a higher dose of a toxin equals greater toxicity. But that does not apply to EMF, where a lower dose can be more harmful. The minute EMF radiation from cell phones cause cancers, immune system damage, nervous disorders, malaise, depression, changes in behavior. Destroys brain cells and causes breakages in DNA. Besides… Read more »

Howard
Howard
Oct 15, 2023 4:11 PM
Reply to  PBW

Great comment. Thank you.

Erik Nielsen
Erik Nielsen
Oct 18, 2023 1:17 AM
Reply to  PBW

 “5G boxes small enough to fit in your garbage can”.
I couldnt find these. Imaginary?

MaryLS
MaryLS
Oct 14, 2023 2:42 AM

Very nice piece of writing. Much to reflect on.

el Gallinazo
el Gallinazo
Oct 14, 2023 1:10 AM

Beautifully written. Thank you.

Erik Nielsen
Erik Nielsen
Oct 13, 2023 7:52 PM

Its a year of the Cat. https://youtu.be/sMhy2aOKJJQ

confirmyourhuman
confirmyourhuman
Oct 13, 2023 5:13 PM

Lovely writing Sylvia.
Geese locally to me in the summer make all the people happy especially the children.

Howard
Howard
Oct 13, 2023 4:10 PM

A Word To The Wise: DO NOT mention oatmeal in your comment or you may get pended.

Howard
Howard
Oct 13, 2023 4:08 PM

We get censored. We can’t tweet no more. But we get to keep our tongues. That’s how they used to censor. Take the tongue, stoke the pyre.

(I wax lyrical whenever I’m in pain. Right now, my tongue is sore from a broken tooth; I got it fixed the next day – but one day was all it took. Now my most dreaded meal – my morning “heart smart” oatmeal – has become my “Happy Meal” because it’s painless to eat and to swallow. Swallowing puts more hurting on the tongue than chewing: I don’t have The Science to prove that, I just know what I feel. But a sore tongue gives hope: hope against hope I never have to experience anything more painful. Yes, that’s right: a sore tongue is the source of even more Hopium than a politician’s promises.)

rubberheid
rubberheid
Oct 13, 2023 4:03 PM

Excellent Syl.

Carry on.

Sal P
Sal P
Oct 13, 2023 3:59 PM

Isn’t it “moneycircus”?

Marfanoid
Marfanoid
Oct 13, 2023 8:49 PM
Reply to  Sal P

No monkey tennis.

Johnny
Johnny
Oct 13, 2023 12:37 PM

South of the equator, here in Gondwana (Australia), we’re approaching summer of course, but I get your drift Sylvia (pardon the pun). Thank you.
The summer of dis-sent ?

arielazalexander
arielazalexander
Oct 13, 2023 8:48 PM
Reply to  Johnny

‘Continental, my dear Johnny, Is this the way to the disco-tent?’

Johnny
Johnny
Oct 14, 2023 12:32 AM

Mmm, a pun on a pun.
Well done Ariel.