The Sound of Giants Falling
by Chris, Oct. 18, 2010
Whatever moves are being made by the denizens of high finance, we seem to be at such a point right now where any final attempts to assert financial control amounts to a kind of caricatured self-portrait by the losing team, desperately attempting to convince itself that the rules of the game as they once were are still in place.
The cabal is acting out, in other words — in the midst of an ongoing crisis it is having; a crisis that is increasing with each breath, and with each passing day. A crisis of reality. A crisis of withdrawal. A crisis of despair. A crisis of epic proportions.
What some may describe as a crisis of economics or a crisis of politics playing out at large on the world stage may thus be seen as a fundamental crisis of identity itself.
If we are anywhere close to where the galactics and David Wilcock suggest we are, what all that may mean is that the paradigm of force and control as it has operated for millennia now…strangely…no longer works.
When we take a close reading of our own energetic experience at this time, and of corroborating statements made by the galactics and others, what this may really mean is that the paradigm of force and control is no longer viable in the realm of physics itself.
Negative force and control, in other words, may be losing the potential to exist as physical possibilities at this time among the human family. This extreme of free-will may be being delimited by higher possibilities for being, and the story of free-will in this context actually ending, in service to a higher frequency of human unity now.
If the paradigm of force and control really is breaking down, any threat made by these lumbering, obsolete entities of yesteryear is increasingly empty of potential. All moves now made by power for power’s sake may be nothing more than the self-displays of denial made by entities failing to understand the truth of loss that presently afflicts them. If so, each action we witness made by negative control organisms may amount to the activity bleeding off final resources that can not and will not be replenished. If so, it is a sad tale to observe, but only as part of a greater, more hopeful story at large.
In the end, actuality wins — not force. Reality is what actually is when the mind falls silent. When the mind of power is stripped of its resources to sustain itself as it once had, what is left? A flailing madness attempting to assert itself before the public eye. A hungry ghost seen for what it is. Indeed, a reason for compassion (after all the spasms of raging violence stop and silence finally falls).
As we therefore witness this grotesque last scene of the self-fracturing of power in its myriad and splintering forms, the singular story behind that manifold mess is that force and control have lost the ability to be what they are.
They have lost the ability to convince us anymore. They have lost the ability to speak with a coherent voice. They are babbling instead: to themselves, and to us. But now, we hear the babble for what it is. Force and control are, before our very eyes, losing their identity as a creature; as a living, biological organism.
For these ‘wider’ reasons, I have absolutely no concern for the political outcome of the mid-term elections this year here in the U.S. I suspect that by the time the elections roll around, we will be knee-deep in Change with a capital “C” – and the U.S. political playing field in its conventional form may be rendered completely irrelevant as a result: yesterday’s newspapers and ancient history all rolled into one.
In Buddhist terms, residual movements like teabag politics and financial power-grabs are nothing more than the self-displays of old 3D life-forms still trying to convince themselves that they exist, at a point when the basis for their illusory being has been mysteriously dissolved right out from under their feet.
In biological terms: I envision our current planetary climate as one in which the physical oxygen of 3D is being replaced by the living air of 5D. As we each find our bodies individually adjusting to the necessary turbulence of this quality of transfusion at the cellular level of our DNA, the larger collective life-forms of power and control that have heretofore thrived on 3D conditions now find themselves undergoing various degrees of turbulent crisis as well.
Big power and high finance have gotten a case of the shakes, and it won’t let up until these giants of history fall completely to pieces.
I view these ‘shakes’ as the transforming drive and dynamic display of the archetype of crisis itself. Whenever we are touched by the kiss of transformation, it always comes with the demand for rigorous self-exposure before the light of a new truth we are confronting in ourselves. Transformation always results in crisis in this manner.
When this same kiss of transformation alights upon our planet as a whole, it is clearly high time for all sick giants to fall the ground shaking. Shaking and failing, as crisis itself so succinctly demands.
It may very well be the case that the infusion of living light into the bloodstream of humanity and Gaia alike has now gotten to the point where these sick giants are undergoing what could amount to nothing less than a slow death process as they find themselves unable to sustainably breathe and otherwise function as they are used to doing.
What does any organism do that cannot find enough air to breathe? This is what is happening to the institutions of power and control planet-wide.
Exaggerated spasms; flailing lunges; the growing shakes of despair as the giants rise to the surface, to suffocate and finally know themselves thereby for what they are.
When these sick giants lunge for a last grab, notice how heavily they are wheezing. Notice the self-evident lack of confidence in their gestures. Notice the abject look in their shifting eyes. These are the symptoms of dying that any of us goes through on our own way through transformation. That which can’t survive becomes compost. For sick giants at the collective level, that’s a lot of manure.
As it is, the incoming, increasing Divine Light on Earth at this time serves to expose all layers of darkness for all to see, individually and collectively alike, such that no form of control is immune from this widespread and ungainly public exposure. It’s the very price of being here at this fabled time and hour.
In my bones I sense that nothing short of this illumination from beneath is what is now currently at play: the illumination of the Illuminati, and the true revealing of what they actually are, contrary to the entire contraption of the kind of negative drama they wished to create for us, and contain us in. No longer.
On the whole, we have no reason for concern, providing we maintain our vigilant poise in our own wellspring of being, and endure our own unavoidable, and inviolable crises with a touch more grace than our clumsy counterparts.
Indeed, if these dying organisms pose any threat at all, it may perhaps be likened to that of a large tree heading towards the mossy Earth.
Our business may not to oppose their collapse: but merely steer clear as they hit the ground.