The Great Silencing: Prophecy or Paranoia?

What started out as an apocalyptic vision has now become a gateway to Truth.

Aug 28, 2023

Have you ever asked yourself when your last original thought was, versus the constant feedback loops you have going in your mind as a response to the stimuli in the algorithmic environment we live in? Do you know the difference?

Some of you may be familiar with this story, The Great Silencing, but most are not.

In early 2021 I was dealing with a lot of censorship when I’d point out anything that ran counter to the propaganda machine, which was daily. I had just left Los Angeles and came back home to Oregon to reset and figure out where I was going next.

To my shock, Oregon was much worse during Covid than LA. Not because of Covid cases, but because of how engrained the fear was in everyone.

Not to mention the outright hatred and wishes of death toward anyone who spoke counter to the narrative, or who wouldn’t participate in a clinical trial for a pharmaceutical product.

I felt I was going insane because I couldn’t speak my mind without people losing theirs.

An opportunity arose.

It was a fiction doomsday story contest, winner gets $1000. With businesses being closed, I really needed the money.

But what I needed even more was the freedom to say exactly what I thought, without things going completely Lord of the Flies on me.

Disguising my projections for our future if we did not course correct as “fiction” was perfect. This is what gave way to this story, The Great Silencing. This is also why my podcast, telegram channel and backup instagram account have that name.

The Great Silencing is a play-off of the World Economic Forum’s Great Reset, and is also a direct reference to censorship, not just in the form of public discourse, but in the company of your own kin, your own community, the people you’ve always known and spoke freely with.

Suddenly, if you weren’t a complete conformist, you were worth less than a diseased dog nobody wanted; that’s basically how people saw you anyway. The talking heads on the TVs and smart phone screens did a flawless job at spell-casting while everyone was stuck at home and sitting in front of them for over a year.

If you know, you know. If you don’t, you may be getting a reminder soon, if the hints the $cience $pokespeople have been dropping all week come to fruition.

I’m releasing my original transcript of The Great Silencing here on Memento Mori Alchemy for two reasons:

The first reason is how eerie some of the things I saw in this vision were, the structure of the city we escaped ran close to what smart cities (or 15 minute cities) are today, but at that stage I don’t think I knew much about the smart city agenda.

The second reason is something that came to me in meditation tonight. There’s a curveball I’m going to throw in, because for so long I have focused on the problem when it comes to existential threats facing humanity, and feeling like you have to live a double life to participate in society.

The Great Silencing has its more obvious side, a silencing of human resistance, a silencing of sovereignty, a capitulation to tyranny. Yet tonight in meditation, and in line with this publication, I realized, there’s medicine in that shadow too.

I’d go as far to say that this is the bedrock of our solution as a human species.

The Great Silencing’s medicine is this:

We do the censoring now, if you’d call it that.

Censor out the fear, the divisiveness, the propaganda, the stuff that fills your mind with useless mundane neurosis fuel.

We take control of our own airwaves and get quiet, go within, and begin the process of what yogi Jai Dev taught tonight in class:

THE PROCESS OF NEGATION: Eliminating what is not fundamentally true within ourselves in order to arrive at what IS fundamentally true. In other words, removing that which does not “live on”, until we get to “that which lives on” — I’m talking about the infinite around and within us all that does not die. Most things have an expiration date. But there is an underlying power woven through everything in existence that does not. It may change form, but it does not disappear.

I’m sure there’s much more to this, but what I can tell you from my limited vantage point is, the thing I’m speaking of is Love. What does the love within and the love without ask of us? We already have these answers. Programming drowns them out and drags us away from our true nature, so the medicine in a Great Silencing would be the removal of the noise from the false world to touch the true nature of all things, including ourselves.

When we get down to our “subtle nature” as yogis call it, truth arises gently and also like a flood of lightning bolts.

Imagine if we all did that. (Technically we don’t ALL need to do that. Most revolutions begin with a small group. Once people see that their new idea works and see their commitment to it, the majority follows suit.) Imagine if we unplugged from the matrix, stilled ourselves, connected to the Higher Consciousness that surrounds us, blocked out the various forms of energy weapons and pollutions, and got back in touch with who we really are and what we actually want in this life?

It has nothing to do with careers, political agendas, ideologies, none of that shit. It’s doing a check-in around our humanity and asking, who am I really?

From that point, with clear minds, and a relief from the constant weight everyone is under that makes them operate with a brain at maybe 10% capacity (yes I know I’m in this category too) can you imagine how quickly we could redirect this sinking ship? Could you imagine how much harder it would be to divide us?

As soon as the ultimate truth, which is Love, arises again, humans are impossible to divide, and therefore, impossible to control.

From Love comes connection and purpose. With these three things, you have a unified force that is unstoppable and forever evolving into something more and more profound.

Endgame for the tyrants, and a win for us.

Here’s the story of The Great Silencing. Keep in mind I wrote this in 2021 for a doomsday fiction contest. The stipulation of the contest was that it had to to involve a gold locket, so that’s why I reference a gold locket a few times throughout the story. Regardless of the doomsday aspect, I hope you enjoy. If it disturbs you that a lot of this sounds familiar, that is actually good news. It means we have awareness, and awareness is the key to ALL change. Nothing can change from an unconscious mind, but with our awareness and with light shed on any situation, everything is possible.

The Great Silencing - Our Dystopian Future

Written in September of 2021

I bet you'd give anything to go back to The Matrix now.

I always knew I was born for this, but I never knew the price I’d pay. Before the Great Silencing, when things were “normal”, I despised it all. Society, the rat race, narcissism and social media, it all led to this. No one was paying attention…except for people like me; those constantly plagued with nagging intuitive feelings and dreams of total societal collapse, which clearly manifested, in spite of everyone rolling their eyes at what they thought were conspiracy theories at the time.

I don’t feel much for the billions of lives lost. My rage turned cold and now the only time I feel alive is in chaos; going toe to toe with the Grim Reaper himself. That's why I knew I was meant to live in these times, but I could've never imagined what living in this wasteland would take from me.

I tried to protect them. I had enough water, guns and ammo for all 10 of us, eight of which were children. That was my first mistake. I should have had more than one grown man on board. I wonder if things would be different had we picked up those stragglers on the road and let them stay with us. Would they have fought alongside us during the ambush, or would they have brought that fate upon us even faster?

They came at dawn, as we were loading the truck. The government had already wiped out the militias, and those of us inside the walls had been without food for days. We figured we could make it out into the wasteland before they sealed the border. The sirens had been going off all night from people escaping. Unfortunately, our idea was not unique, but having a working vehicle was.

I only remember hearing the first shot.

The rest blended together. Noise until I heard nothing. I remember the smell of sulfur and iron. I remember the truck backing up without us inside. I had just given the people who were now speeding away in our truck three cans of food the night before. When they left, I saw what remained.

Everyone was dead.

Streams of blood formed a river, staining the gravel with the evidence of stolen souls. As for me, I’d been shot twice in the back, but unfortunately nothing lethal. If I could have one wish, it would be to die with them. But I live. And I live for one thing. Revenge.

Aside from guns and water, I carry the numbers of that trucks license plate in my mind as if it were the only thing in existence, and most importantly, that once golden, now blood stained heart shaped locket around my neck.

My students got it for me on the last day of school. A class picture given to me in the morning, only hours later to have no graduation, but a complete shutoff of all power grids in the United States. Then came the unmarked vehicles. Then the riots. Then the bombs. Then, silence.

Every voice that worked to warn or protest conditions leading up to this were first to be killed, along with anyone affiliated with them. Well, they missed me somehow, but they’ll find me eventually. I’m on borrowed time. But I wasn’t thinking about any of that. I had to take my students and run into the dark, take them as far away from the the fire as I could. I was able to return most of the children to their homes, we snuck in at night and luckily their parents were there. The eight I had with me though, their parents were gone. Either gunned down by those in the tanks and black vans, or taken to the internment camps outside the wall. So, the plan was to find the camps, find their families and somehow get them out, and find some food while we were at it, since they stopped dropping the MRE’s days ago.

But the mission failed before it had a chance. There are no children to bring to a mother or father anymore.

I suppose it is mercy that they no longer have to live in this world. They exist now only in the locket, stained by the blood that bonds me to the vow I made to avenge each one of them; every lost soul on that sinister sunrise.

I live only to find the ones responsible for stealing the lives of the innocent. Once I get what I am searching for, my work on this earth is close to done. Close. After that, I will find the ones working to free those in the internment camps and join them. But that is not all. Justice must be dealt to every single person who allowed and even applauded the Great Silencing to come forth. The censorship, the killings, the disappearances of dissenting voices, the brainwashed ‘lord of the flies’ mentality that took over our society, creating utter chaos and violence, the people who created and fanned those flames, they gave the government the perfect opportunity to do this. They are an extension of the machine, and did its evil biddings willingly. It was a mark of virtue. Looking back, its almost like the government had it planned the whole time, and us lunatics, us dumb narcissistic petty folk, squabbling over our differences and stepping on necks to get a bigger piece of the pie, were just pawns that performed to such perfection that I almost respect the puppeteers. It was flawless. It got to the point where the social conditioning worked so perfectly, that you could not speak any words outside of The Narrative without your own family coming after you and wanting you dead. They’d even turn you in. The walls of every building and street corner had ears and eyes, always on those keywords, always on you.

Thats why I don’t care that they’re dead. They weren’t doing anything but creating chaos and hiding in plastic utopian bubbles, thinking they were making a difference in the worlds problems by putting a sign up in a yard of a house in a gated community. I suppose that sounds a bit hypocritical saying all they did was create chaos, given my premeditated homicide confessions, but whatever.

I don’t believe in a God or karma anymore. If they existed, this world wouldn’t. So I will embody karma and I will deal what must be dealt to balance the scales. Maybe the freed people from the camps can build a better world. After all, they were the only ones trying in the first place. Thats how they got in there.

Before the Great Silencing, you could only repeat what your TV told you to think. Now, the only noises I really hear are gunshots and the sirens from inside the walls. Eventually that turns to white noise and I go back to hearing and feeling nothing. Ideal conditions for executing my mission.

This is why I wanted to live in apocalyptic times. There is something so simple and pure about “kill or be killed”. No bills, no routine, no clocking in our out of a soul sucking job, no debt, just survival. Water, food, guns, ammo. It’s very simple. If you can dim the light on your conscience and understand that our old sinful concept of murder is really just subjective, all you have to do is be willing to eradicate anything standing in your way. That’s it. It feels like this is how we were always meant to live, before we constructed those man made concrete matrixes we once called cities.

I always knew I was born for these times, I just never knew the price I’d pay to live it: the lives I was supposed to protect falling through my hands like sand. So I clutch my bloodstained heart shaped locket, always hiding it when it rains, because the blood makes me feel like they’re still here. It’s the only physical evidence of their existence. So I clutch my locket tight, keep extended clips, and am forever on the hunt in this wasteland. And once I find the ones who killed my people, once I help free the ones in the camps, I will return to the walls. I will return to the heart of the Great Silencing, and I will shatter their eardrums. I will burn that place to the ground, along with everyone who sold their soul and their minds to live in a state of false security, at the expense of the ending of humanity as we have ever known it.

The freed people from the camps know how to build a better world. After all, thats why they got in there.

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The Enddddd.

Okay.

Well, that was pretty intense.
That’s one way of looking at things.

Today I do see it different because I have something today that I did not have back then.

That thing is faith. More than faith, it is belief. It is choice.

It is an asset and type of armor that I’ve never had before. I never thought I’d be open to walking this path, but due to a series of events, here I am. Barely hanging on, yet still seeking to serve the will of God, Divine Will, however you want to say it.

Whatever lurks around the corner, it feels close. I am not the only one who has intuitive alarms going off that the next level to this shit is maybe weeks away.

If I’m wrong, awesome, we can keep plugging along as we have been.

Either way, I think something is coming, but this time, we’ll be doing it differently. As will they.

Should make for a pretty fun game, don’t you think?

I suppose that’s what much of this life is, some cosmic battle ground with a question mark hanging over your head because knowing the end result, if there even if such a thing, would ruin the game.

So here’s to the unknown, here’s to the players, and here’s to the game. Find the medicine in every shadow and you cannot lose. Even if you die, your soul sought out every growth opportunity it could find while it was here, and that is surely something to do with why we are here in the first place.

“Life is the pause between death and death.” Someone said that to me the other day. Kinda makes this thing feel even more precious.

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