Awakening

For reasons, our ears and hearts have become quietly attuned to what has been braided into the wind of things to come. The unfolding of what we were looking at but did not understand. Now, we are seeing the real reel of what we were beholding. The shedding of images or maybe the putting of two and two together. Moguls we thought were getting it honest. Stars we thought were ascending or descending, naturally. But, no this was a construction of something. Made to deceive. A manipulation of imagery. Focused on controlling thought, industries, people. Right in plain sight. The arrogance of thinking you can kill and intentionally harm others, at your leisure, for however long you please, with remorse being the only thing you swallowed. Because how can that and power peacefully exist in the same space? Perhaps the process of seeding is not something that was understood. Maybe seeds were haphazardly and carelessly strewn about. Or maybe they just never perceived you could have a harvest of dead things who started speaking and would not stop.