Yesterday, I published the post ‘The Pandemic Playbook,’ in which I presented a post-mortem of what we were told was a catastrophic pandemic. Here, I draw a line under that subject by adding a brief footnote.
It is one dedicated to all those who courageously resisted unprecedented levels of State Tyranny and remained autonomous.
IN THE YEARS since the pandemic, the world hasn’t healed — it’s split. It’s done so, not with fanfare or official announcements, but quietly, subtly.
Rather like a fault line deep beneath the earth, sending impalpable ripples to the surface and shifting the ground beneath our feet.
FOR SOME, the path was clear from the beginning: trust the institutions, abide by the rules, obey the mandates, and follow the science. Their science. Mask up. Lock down. Roll up your sleeve — once, twice, again, and again.
These people believed they were doing the right thing. They handed over freedoms one at a time, assured that each surrender was temporary, that normal life would return.
They are still waiting.
And then there were the others. Those who paused.
Those who asked questions they weren’t supposed to ask. Those who were told they were selfish, reckless, dangerous — and sometimes treated as criminals.
These were the ones who chose truth over comfort, autonomy over acceptance. These were the ones who endured the sidelong glares, the strained family gatherings, the friendships that dissolved into silence. These were the ones who lost jobs, lost opportunities, sometimes lost everything — except themselves.
AND NOW, five years on, the fracture has become permanent. More than that. It’s widening, and it’s doing so for one reason. Because it has to.
Because, on one side a society continues to obey, even as its freedoms shrink, its wealth evaporates, and its ethically-compromised institutions rot from the inside.
On the other, however, there is a growing constellation of communities, networks, and friendships built on older, sounder principles — sovereignty, honesty, and mutual aid.
It is not their remit to change society’s mouldering, failed model, now in a state of free-fall collapse, but to create another. And they are doing it naturally, organically, steadfastly.
As the compliant world clings to promises that grow thinner every year, the other world — your world — is planting seeds. Literally and metaphorically.
It is home teaching its young ones, building schools that teach truth, not doctrine. It is reviving barter and local trade. It is rediscovering that neighbours are more reliable than distant foreign bureaucracies and their home-grown puppets.
This estrangement is not a knee-jerk reaction to a crisis. This is reclamation. A silent revolution. In short, it’s nothing less than the rebuilding of culture, from the ground up.
And yes — it has come at a cost. Some of us have had to walk away from people we love. We’ve had to accept being misunderstood, mocked, even maligned. We’ve had to carry the label ‘outsider’ as if it were a scar.
But the truth is, that label has become a badge. Because when history writes this chapter, it will remember that some saw through the nebulous fog, beyond the carefully-crafted smoke-in-mirrors.
It will record that some withstood appalling pressure and refused to bow — refused to surrender the priceless sovereignty previous generations had fought to preserve.
WE ARE not going back. The bridge to the old world has burned — and good riddance. What lies ahead will not be handed to us. We will build it, brick by brick, seed by seed.
The fault-line fracture mentioned at the beginning not only signalled the end of a story, but also the beginning of another.
And we are the authors.
‘You have been telling the people that this is the eleventh hour. Now you must go back and tell the people that this is the hour – and there are things to be considered:
Where are you living? What are you doing? What are your relationships? Are you in right relation? Where is your water? Know your garden.
It is time to speak your truth. Create your community. Be good to each other, and do not look outside yourself for the leader. This could be a good time.
There is a river flowing now, very fast.
It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid.
They will try to hold on to the shore.
They will feel they are being torn apart and they will suffer greatly.
Know the river has its destination.
The elders say we must let go of the shore. Push off into the middle of the river. Keep our eyes open and our heads above the water. See who is there with you, and celebrate.
At this time in history we are to take nothing personally, least of all ourselves. For the moment that we do, our spiritual growth and journey come to halt.
The time of the lone wolf is over.
Gather yourselves. Banish the word struggle from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner, and in celebration.
We are the ones we’ve been waiting for.’
Hopi Tribe ‘End of the Fourth World‘ Prophecy
RAVEN MOON 