London may be a city of the dead but York’s dead feel somehow wiser. Like the city has seen several declines and is still, simply, here.
London’s dead are restless. Still grasping, still hustling. Entire plague pits reawakened to their angry, acquisitional quest with every new train tunnel that’s dug. York’s dead have a healthier awareness that all things have their time.
The wall my father and I are walking/sliding along is a testament to the fact that at previous moments in its history, York’s very existence has been precarious. And yet now the city spills out far beyond these walls.
The grand old Duke of York, he had ten thousand men.
Now he has a Nazi dad and hangs out with paedophiles and war criminals.
Having spent the year in the intestines of the archons in a way I was unprepared to deal with, every time I tune in now I get more optimistic. This is despite my own personal situation technically being more precarious than the same time last year. Something has changed and it’s not me.
It’s possible I should have been more clear when I said something has been averted earlier because this is the crux of it. The cosmic water no longer feels toxic to humans. Dangerous, yes. Toxic, no. Stuart Wilde says tyrants fall in the inner worlds before they fall in this one. I wouldn’t know anything about that but it definitely feels sunnier in there. Gone is the growing, icy howl of winds coming from some ever-widening maw. It gets weirder, I’m afraid: I perceive a rearguard action. I perceive reinforcements. Some kind of multidimensional cavalry has arrived.
Whichever of the Old Ones that was trying to punch through seems to have lost a few critical footholds. It’s still swimming out there somewhere with the rest of them so it’s not a happy ending. It’s not a dawning of a new age. The events of recent weeks put pay to such notions.
But there is indeed good news. So let’s start with it. From The Atlantic:
In 2012 we witnessed a collapse in American evangelicalism. The old religious right largely failed to affect the Republican primaries, much less the presidential election. Last month, Americans voted in favor of same-sex marriage in four states, while Florida voters rejected an amendment to restrict abortion.
Much has been said about conservative Christians and their need to retool politically. But that is a smaller story, riding on the back of a larger reality: Evangelicalism as we knew it in the 20th century is disintegrating.
Further evidence: Newt Gingrich has conceded that momentum is on the side of supporters of gay marriage.
While not endorsing gay nuptials, Gingrich, the former House Speaker and a leading candidate for the 2012 GOP presidential nomination, told The Huffington Post that he was prepared to accept “a legal document issued by the state” for gay and lesbian couples.
We have reached the highwater mark of the 60 year CIA/Hearst/Neo-Nazi/Radical Right/Evangelical campaign to steal our world. They threw literally everything at this current apocalypse and failed. So I am not misunderstood, a slight recession from the highwater mark means the waters are still really high, obviously. High, but receding. (“When the lions drink, London sinks.” The lions did not drink. They almost did.)
Allies are appearing in places we need them. The key to following geopolitics is to completely ignore the bullshit that spews from the mouths of leaders -because it is always bullshit- and watch the people standing beside the thrones. People like Chuck Hagel:
Robert Merry in these spaces has portrayed well the sordidness of the calumny-flingers who make little effort to hide their main reason for going after Hagel, which is that he does not believe in subordinating U.S. interests to the wishes of the right-wing Israeli government and its American backers. Those in the anti-Hagel campaign who try to make it look as if there are non-Israeli reasons to shoot him down make arguments that move from the sordid to the ridiculous. The Washington Post’s editorial on the subject is a good example. It tries to portray the former Republican senator from Nebraska as some kind of leftist peacenik, because he suggests there is some trimming that could usefully be done to U.S. defense spending (which is greater than the next 14 biggest military spenders—friends and foes—put together, and is the highest in inflation-adjusted dollars that it has been since World War II) and expresses skepticism about going to war against Iran.
Consider Hagel’s imminent likely appointment in the context of the President’s recent cryptic press release. Consider the record LIBOR charges, the legalisation of marijuana, Clinton being ‘too ill’ -ie ‘too scared’- to give Benghazi evidence. (Boy, didn’t that blow up in everyone’s faces?) Consider how bizarre in the context of recent history our righteous obsession with our (s)elected leaders tax records actually is. Whatever the gender of the squidmonster that eventually bursts free from Kate Middleton’s ribcage, it seems less and less likely it will ever squat angrily in the doors of Westminster at the opening of parliament whilst wearing a million pound hat.
For the first time in decades, we are looking at the very real possibility of a world in which Syria could likely be the last CIA/MI6/Israeli/Hydrocarbon destabilisation. Paddy Ashdown’s multipolar world has arrived early.
Do you think Occupy failed? Do you really?
What’s missing is any sense of why this change has happened. Margaret Hodge and George Osborne are morally outraged. The major media are pursuing the issue aggressively. Parliament is being seen to act. This is presented as something that politicians and the major media do, on their own initiative. But it isn’t.
Politicians are saying what they are saying in response to a change in public attitudes. They know that people are thinking about tax avoidance and the offshore system that makes it possible. If they ignore it, they risk losing control of the agenda altogether. On the other hand, public outrage is something that can be reflected back to them in stirring rhetoric. The major media, which a few years ago dismissed tax avoidance as technical and boring, know that their readers care about it.
The public’s understanding of offshore changed because “a small group of thoughtful people” decided to do what they could to make an obscure issue obtrusive. That’s basically what UK Uncut is…
The politicians are seeking to take advantage, or minimise the policy implications, of a change in public understanding that they did little or nothing to achieve. If the Coalition hadn’t had UK Uncut and Occupy to contend with, they would have blamed those least able to answer back for the country’s economic crisis.
As it is, their attempts to demonise the vulnerable have to be balanced by references to the tax avoidance of the very rich. It must be very irritating for them. Still, they make the best of it and enact the fiction that change comes from well-meaning individuals in authority. [More here.]
Yes, HSBC is still too big to charge. But the archon juice runs deep and old there. It is a Balrog in service of the Demiurge. If you are looking for where the ghosts of empire and slavery who didn’t emigrate to the New World hid out then look no further. The clue is in the name. Every time I withdraw money from my account I almost hear the moaning of displaced souls. HSBC will last as long as the Fed lasts. (I think you know what I mean by that.) So we can’t yet kill it but we have sure as shit scared it.
All of this brings us to a recent atrocity that some of you might be considering a very obvious counterpoint to my core contention. Very (very) bad things will continue to happen in meatspace. Your barometer for the psychic health of mankind should be what happens immediately after.
And we should pay particular attention when these very bad things sync like motherfuckers. Because, based on the Rune Soup definition, synchronicity is when the universe notices you noticing it. This is an opportunity for us to manifest our most sincere thoughts for a better future in all the realms.
Consider the Onionesque statements from the NRA. Something has happened since the last of way too many mass shootings that has finally enabled even the most toxic of mainstream media outlets to see them for what they are: dangerous psychopathic religious radicals in the pocket of Big Guns. Even the lunatics with suburban dungeons full of compensatory penises/automatic weapons are distancing themselves from the NRA. The militia wing of the Evangelical faction is collapsing under the weight of its own ludicrousness.
Combine this with a second-term president with an eye for his legacy who might be about to come over all JFK on this shadowy corporate/intelligence junta and you have cause for optimism.
And look at what’s happening here: 8 signs that pop culture is finally done with the apocalypse. (I would add ‘for now’.) Bob Wilson’s poetic antennae have detected a significant change in our collective psychic mood. Incidentally, this is why I think the CIA propaganda film, Zero Dark Thirty will clang loudly to earth.
Talk about poorly timed. We are entirely done with such shit.
I love York. Every time I visit I fantasise about living here happily and quietly ever after. There is something about walking down Fossgate and ducking into one of the city’s extremely haunted pubs that drops my blood pressure. Just knowing that York exists relaxes me.
This then, is my most recent revelation. It’s not York’s existence that relaxes me. It’s its persistence. Apocalypse after apocalypse, York continues, its ghosts getting wiser each time.
Because there is something much more exciting than laundry that comes after the apocalypse. There is the rest and wisdom we need in order to prepare for the next one.
Which we will also win.