Storytelling has brought communities together into forums to exchange wisdom and knowledge, to question and inquire, and it has also been a form of relief and entertainment. We go to the movies to see someone go through a similar human experience as us, so that we can feel understood. When someone gets what we go through it brings a sense of healing.
Today more then ever we feel we can understand each other's struggle as we all go through the same global situation. Remember that today like any other day you can share your feelings, thoughts and ideas with a pen and paper, with a canvas and lift them into art.
Remember you are part of a community. Either join one online or start one newly. It is a perfect time to be creative and employ your ingenuity. When life gets different, you got to do things differently. Look for solutions instead of being frozen, create a mastermind, partner with someone to brainstorm.
I am connecting with my acting community and I feel the passion of arts flowing through my veins. Yesterday I was touched by a horrific video, captured by someone's cellphone and this poem came to life. Whatever your views are on what is going on in the world and with the world; and whether you believe the things you are being served in sound bites and video imagery; and even if you won't question a single thing: I hope you will at least take a deep breath and go within - and ask your soul/spirit/heart/guide/God or gut: what is really going on, what will I do about it, and what is my truth and write your mystery (my story) instead of believing history (his story).
Killing Them Softly
Welcome!
Thy Kingdom come,
thy will be done,
on Earth
as it is on Net.
While you watch the flix
Bunker Games.
This is not a movie
this is the New World,
as you wait on your next Babylon Order
in the New Age
the Golden Age -
oh wait,
is it still the Dark Age?
This is World!
Today’s News - as usual
Bad views - on…
WAR 3.
Are you awake yet?
Ready or not, here they come
you can’t hide,
gonna spy on you
through all your technology.
This is War Game!
It’s a new game where you play deaf and blind
with both eyes to see and ears to hear,
because they haven’t taken away from
you all that is dear.
No fight,
because the weapons are silent.
No flight,
because you stay home, compliant.
And you don’t hear others scream,
because you are
still in your dream,
while the invisible weapon
is killing you softly,
killing them slowly.
Shhhh, don’t yell
or they’ll send you to hell
for disturbing the peace
while they trust the police
to be their saving grace
as the gangsters laugh in your face.
Face time - hello!?
did you see that thing on EyeG TV
Oh yeah, it’s so rad
I really want it so bad…
blah blah blah
Baa baa baa!
Shhhh - let them sleep
or they will bite the hand
that’s trying to call wake-up,
they’d rather put on their makeup
and still believe that the virus is the culprit,
because they’d rather take the high 5
than read the fine print
or look up to see G, string and the hand of the puppetmaster.
Don’t look up!
you might be frightened to see
that the sky is ever so blue
with no chemtrails in sight.
Oh wait - they don’t exist,
they are just contrails.
Look down,
don’t look up.
Shut up,
don’t frown,
or they will call you a clown.
Shut up,
Look down
it is lock down.
Shut up,
don’t get out
into the sunshine
because vitamin D is available
to you in a magic pill when you get ill.
Here take it,
swallow,
and follow.
It’s for everyone’s good,
put on your nuzzle,
cover with plastic,
dispose,
buy it again,
until you drain,
your last penny.
Only then, will you realize
that you should not idealize
anyone or anything as your Master.
Oh human race…
Wake up!
Don’t be a disgrace
of this planet and all there is - infinite.
Wake up!
or you’ll be penalized
for not being legalized
to live, breathe and eat.
Wake up!
don’t wait for shit
to happen
don’t blacken
your soul some more.
Wake up,
and listen for the final call.
That Italian lady’s cry
who You saw on the Tube
yelled at the officer in front of a bank
not because she’s a robber or a beggar,
she begged for her hard earned currency
for her family’s emergency,
for a pound of flour,
cause their stomachs are sore and sour.
She didn’t dream
that like her ancestors,
she’ll have to scream,
for human decency…
Wake up!
Don’t let This Frequency
strip you of your last freedoms
in this New Age of decretums -
still reigned by kingdoms.
Why do you think you need
to be told what to do?
Stop and think for a while!
Wake up,
while the greed
of those with the creed
keep your Net speed
higher because you didn’t heed.
Are you awake yet?
Or you’d rather sleep -
follow the gram,
bow to the steeple,
and continue to be a sheeple.
Wake up or sleep?
They’re killing you softly.
Shhhhh
Always in the HeART ♥️
Lella Satie
Artist, Mentor, PEH Academy Instructor, Entrepreneur