After WW2, and before WW3 could be imagined, intelligence operatives summoned mathematical modeling to commence WWD. In reverse engineering prophecy, E was estimated to be the ancient world returning with sophisticated technology to claim ownership of humanity for a harvest. Some tribes allied with the returning ancients, to ripen the harvest and void any moral culpability for their, relative, masters. These ones assumed a human loss and bet against our own future.
WWD was a war between two sides. On one side was ‘To Be,’ and on the side other was ‘or Not To Be’. Would we go further into the expansion of source? Or would we collapse to the beginning? Some assumed we would give up and lived accordingly. Others still burned with compassion for the young, and fueled earnestly their passion for future generations despite all of the contrived moral decay and social corruption.
The titans of WW2 were studied for their paths towards influence and their ability to rise into power. WWD began by circumventing any paths for the new generation to build any useful momentum for forging meaningful change. Many would hold power, however only as long as they were corrupt and willing to fit in with stale existing agendas and more convenient solutions. As E was more deeply elaborated upon, the master behind the force was accepted as M.
M was worshiped as a meaningful higher figure that the forces of human defeat could ally with. W was seen as a bridge too far, and whatever master held station at 13, made sure the view of 23 was plugged to almost complete obscurity. The breath of truth that occasionally whispered through the populous of humanity from that lofty level, was too imbued with truth to be tolerated by the powerful as it sat them at risk of being shamed for their many corrupt secrets.
In worshiping the powerful M, they of course settled for a fools gold. The master at M was loyal to much higher levels and worked hand in glove with W. M knew of levels of harmony not yet imagined by humanity. The spooked, and misguided, powerful elite of our world invested in flowery occult excuses for complicating the same familiar battles that rage within every human heart. The war was built on impressions. The brands, the spelling, the fonts, the colors, the editions, the ordering of letters were made oh so crucial. A war was waged for popular appeal, and the weapons deployed were often disrepute and obscurity.
It was a war of complexity and ambiguity. It was a theater of battle where no idea or angel could be trusted any more. The old verses were proved to be implants overlaid upon our timeless story. The big names of the past were seen to be hopeful claimants to the harvest to come and they functioned as deniers of equal portions for others who were deemed less ranked within the circus of capitalist post-modern soul. Consent was needed, so crafty means of arguing the level of others’ repute were developed and refined.
The winners saw the game as simply a battle for the purity of the heart. Those that had faith, beyond words and concepts, were able to feel the energy of others’ as true and real, beyond synthetic divisions and schemes that were arranged around the human family. As brands fell, and movements faltered, affections warped and groups lurched into obsolescence. WWD was a no win situation. The only winning move was not to engage.
It was a battle formed in theory by professionals that were reluctant to embrace peace when it was available. These decided to invest the efforts of future generations into ensuring our world chased its tail in an economically agreeable manner while the elites could indulge their vices around the periphery of our labour and attention. It was over when people chose their own hearts and tuned out of these sick games.
The help from other levels came directly from above and below, from the future and from the several-times-looped souls rising from the past. Those that clung to these constructs ended up staying in them, as better timelines opened for those that figured out that the stability of true human ways, and their noble communities, will always be worth investing in fully.
Never give up.
The Stone Roses – Fool’s Goldhttps://youtu.be/NSD11dnphg0?si=SrRV0-eX9yscieK7
Talking Heads – Burning Down The Househttps://youtu.be/_3eC35LoF4U?si=-GqCxdRillnX8wLm
Beastie Boys – Sabotagehttps://youtu.be/z5rRZdiu1UE?si=KzWh8Kk_F3_wAYOq
Jimi Hendrix – All Along The Watchtowerhttps://youtu.be/TLV4_xaYynY?si=8C4b1lvweE9y32ja
The Protomen – I Still Believehttps://youtu.be/dDJIZkZ7L3I?si=MBDYeKlcFlhj8JCE
Tristan James Johns 