The Two Realities: Living On The Edge Of An Impending World Order

There is this reality: You are warm and full in the space where you live. Maybe the dishwasher hums in the background and it's night and sleep will come soon. Tomorrow you will wake up as you have your whole life, and feel the warmth of the water in your shower. or smile at your children. or look for your keys, or pour Cheerios into your bowl. You are lulled right now into believing that the world will march on, that if you don't look too closely your world will go on and that your beer is still cold in the 'fridge and that your birthday is coming and your bank is around the corner where the friendly girl at the counter smiles at you when you come in the door.

There is safety in that world that you inhabit, where routine and habits shape your life, where things appear to carry on in a concerted way, ambling along like your car on your way to work. You look around your space and there are things that mean the most to you within arms length and there's this feeling that things are as they should be.

And then there is this reality: Things seem askew when you look too closely at them---those things in your life that always seemed permanent and stable and comfortable appear like apparitions when you squint your eyes. It's hard to reach for things with confidence---a new job, a new house, a proud future, because part of you knows things have changed and your footing in the world doesn't leave the same deep footprint. You are walking with less confidence, although sometimes it isn't perceptible---even to you. But look closely at the marks you leave on the earth and you will see that they are not the shoe prints of a sure-footed person walking towards tomorrow.

You aren't certain of anything if you really think about it---not the way you used to be when your were 10 and lived on Elm Street and your dad worked at the same office for 30 years. You see the carnage on television--body parts and bombs---and it shakes the cocoon you are living in a bit. The contours of your life feel blurred sometimes, like someone has taken an eraser to the lines that define who you are.

You know that the changes that you see----the blurring of borders, the outlandish price of things, the forced parade of materialism , the audacity of Hollywood, the sexualization of your children, the breakdown of the only society you've ever known----you know there is some sinister reason causing these changes, but it's hard to clearly see who is behind the curtain, and because of this you don't admit your uncertainty---even to yourself. Without a culprit you can describe down to the buttons on his shirt, you are shy of your own suspicions. Rather than examine the evidence with a microscope, you blame whoever is in reach---your president, your boss, your banker.

Besides, everyone around you seems to be okay. They show up for work, they visit their accountants, they sit at the bar laughing late into the night. They send pictures of their trips to faraway places and they go to the market and they open their garage doors at 6:00 and march inside.

These two realities----the one you live and the one you intuit---they are at odds. You adjust your bearings and pretend its okay---you've got less money, your relatives have cancer, your freedoms are stolen, your TV blares horrible news every single day, but you adjust your bearings no matter what, because you can always walk into your little space and hear the dishwasher hum and touch the braids on your daughter's head and bake the chicken in the oven and turn off the TV.

But it's getting harder now to adjust the horizontal lines on the big picture. It used to be you could simply turn a little dial in the back and things would become clear, but no amount of turning now makes the picture right.

There are these two realities--- the one that you live and one that you're afraid might be real, the two realities you used to hold at arms length, on opposite sides of your body, a world away from one another...but you're not as strong anymore.

Because what's happening on the outside is weakening you on the inside---even when you've slammed the door tightly on it to keep it at bay. Now when you walk out the door, there it is, like some sinister taxi that hopes to drive you to work.

At some point, you're going to have to look at it for real, and then you must walk out your door and defend all those things inside your space that mean so much to you.

It's horrible to swim out here in the truth, but it's noble.

Because it's true that all great and honorable actions are begot with great difficulties, and must be confronted and overcome with courage. Granted the dangers are great, but not desperate; the difficulties are many, but not invincible.

this just sounds like fearmongering do you have a point? you do know the world isn't all black and white there's alot of grey too trying to provoke feelings by pretending there was or could be a "perfect world" is well, your going about it the wrong way

Every action performed sequentially leads to harmonious living. One foot in front of the other towards a better world. Or you can fall facedown into your bowl of cherios in despair. You have always have a choice. A world order would be nice, where people live sensible lives... I don't see it coming anytime soon though.

a reply to: MRuss

originally posted by: malevolent
this just sounds like fearmongering do you have a point? you do know the world isn't all black and white there's alot of grey too trying to provoke feelings by pretending there was or could be a "perfect world" is well, your going about it the wrong way

If you have payed any attention to the new we are close to WWIII,what do you think Russia it's allies will do once they find out we have been funding and arming ISIS? Or if they already know do you think they won't act on that information?
To be perfectly clear this world is about to be rocked,you are either on the boat or not,I hope you are prepared for it.

a reply to: VashTheStampede

Oh goody. Deja vu all over again.
i1.wp.com...

Been there. No tshirt though. But it wouldn't fit anymore anyway.

a reply to: VashTheStampede

The same thing that they've done over the last septdeconias..... absolutlety nothing.

The same floor has been swept as a constant, very few rugs it has been swept under. Time tells all, it's just unfortunate that those of us at ATS are a wee bit impatient.

World war 3 will only happen if those already do not have the power, lose it.

Thats a big call.

Have a beer.

originally posted by: Phage
a reply to: VashTheStampede

Oh goody. Deja vu all over again.
i1.wp.com...

Been there. No tshirt though. But it wouldn't fit anymore anyway.

The War Drums are beating, if you don't hear them you are either deaf or not listening, they get louder ever week as tensions rise,WWIII is imenent the bankers are greedy and nothing makes money like a good war,the bad guy change but the one constant is the bankers making money off the Wars.

a reply to: VashTheStampede

I've been hearing them drums since I was 6.
And that was quite a while ago. I understand what a world war is.
You don't.

a reply to: VashTheStampede

The bankers may be ready mate, but they are fat from recent times with no major wars....

My common australian bank the Commonwealth Bank posted a $9.14b, thats right BILLION dollar profit in this fianacial year, and we are small fish. You are right, when it's time, it's time, but now is not the time.

a reply to: Phage

Did they have drums when you were 6 mate ?

a reply to: scubagravy

Hell yeah!


Actually, I was a bit older than 6 at that time. But Buddy was around before that.

a reply to: Phage

Buddy Rich was one of the best drummers the world has ever seen, but he looked up to a guy that i like , Max Roach...... your guy, as evolution does, evolved music of its time.



Enjoy big fella

a reply to: malevolent

It's a call to action.

But you would have had to read the last line.

a reply to: 0hlord

Kumbayah to you as well.

Ten or twentie years of new age jumbo jumbo and look where we are.

a reply to: VashTheStampede

I'm pretty sure Russia already knows this.

Do you think you know something Putin doesn't?

Why don't you write him a letter?

a reply to: Phage

My post was a call to action to save our liberties.

I never try to predict the future.

What do you make of the state of the world Phage?

Your thoughts interest me.

I've felt the ground move under me after 9/11. I knew that morning things would never be the same and freedom was now on the fast track to exitville. Our lives are rather fragile if we think a bit about it, lost both my parents to cancer within 2 years and neither had any real health issues prior. More than ever the modern ethos seems to be about non-attachment; to places, people, relationships. Things aren't peachy? You can just move to a new city and take a different job.

I'm rambling here but I get the gist of your meaning.
People should at least prepare a little for that orderly life to break down.
Natural disaster or man-made, a sudden illness or just plain economic collapse.
Life is fragile indeed.

Ah yes. 1984
31 years late.
Orwell was bang on.

I like the message OP.

However I do not fear a WW3, i do not think one is even imminent. So what if Russia blatantly says the US funded ISIS?

Russia and nobody else is going to do jack # about it save maybe exposing it to the media..

I am young enough i never even knew the liberties we lost after 9/11. However i wil not live in constant fear and always look at the bad..
I cannot head your call unfortunately however, ive got too much else to do. Hope for the best. We have not any power.