Journey of a Soul — 9.11 and Beyond
When personal awakening gives way to a cohesive global vision
“Behold, I send you forth as sheep in the midst of wolves: be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as doves.” Matthew 10:16
I was chasing Italian divas on the Amalfi Coast when the bomb went off.
News had come over the radio on the bus as it paused somewhere in the Cilento region of Southern Italy after the usual languid lunch.
Frittata di Zucchini, Pepperoni Alla Contadina (skinless grilled peppers with breadcrumbs, garlic and salt) had given way to Melenzane Imbottite Cilentane (eggs, aubergine and sheep’s cheese in a tomato sauce).
Worse still, depending on your perspective, we had just emerged from the buffalo mozarella factory near Paestum, where I had been introduced to Maria Grazia Cuccinotta.
Mount Vesuvius lay dormant in the distance, with hindsight, a foreshadow of things to come.
‘And dis one is Maria,’ said the man in the white hat and plastic gloves. ‘She is a starlet but most are named from opera singers,’ he went on, pointing to another hirsute monster with four hooves.
It was troubling not to meet the real thing of course, a doe-eyed S-bend slavishly followed by Italian men, but you can’t expect too much on a junket for a bunch of hacks from England.
Tourist boards in most countries employ similar tactics: feed ’em up and get them to as many tourist sites as possible within a 12-hour day.
And if you plant them in five-star hotels — in this case along the famed Amalfi Coast — by the end of the day, well, it will be exactly like rolling creamy mozzarella between their greedy little fingers.
And so, it was. We plunged into six-course lunches in Positano, got hooked on limoncello, and found Jesus drowned in the Emerald Grotto.
God was underwater but so too was the Virgin Mary, Joseph, and for good measure, a brace of farm animals and a cherub.
‘Looky, looky!’ said our oarsman Pasqualino, who resembled the sub-marine ox for size and shape and the donkey for all-over body hair, ‘There’s a baby in the water.’
Our tawny-capped narrator had a good line in amusing patter and a salesman’s brio. When his English let him down, a quick slap on the emerald water with his oar showered us in both liquid and laughter.
It would be fair to say that despite having to shack up for a week with a bunch of journalists — to whom I was long allergic — sweeping vistas of sleek conifers, verdant hills, and a sumptuous dinner at Palazzo Sasso in Ravello, I was in a good place.
That was on September 10, 2001. Then the world changed.
We all know where we were on 9.11. I was on a tour bus listening to an interpreter in turn listening to a crackling radio then, minutes later, in a hotel porters’ lobby huddled round a miniature TV watching the sky fall.
Chicken Little was right after all.
And as the nightmare unfolded, we struggled to get on a plane back to Britain yet somehow made it.
Travel writing was never the same after that; making any living from it — and mine was only partial — much harder.
But the world has gone on, the creeping encroachment of surveillance in the name of safety, a Patriot Act in America and endless hassle at airports, where one increasingly feels pushed around like a part in a ball-bearing factory.
As I write, the fear factor is again being ramped up with another pandemic, Monkeypox, threatening as the soul of the world continues to lose its way with many blinded by fear and panic.
At dinner with friends last night, we pondered on the impenetrable myopia of our species which cannot see through either rhetoric or propaganda and seems willing to go along with all and every measure in the interest of further security.
Others are realising the only real security is found within and that government overreach threatens the world way more than any spurious measures designed to keep us in fear.
Hopefully, readers are beginning to catch on to the divide and conquer tactics of those in power and understand the methodology of Problem-Reaction-Solution is reaching its endgame.
The one thing you can count on from our globalist cousins who are pushing us down a funnel into a pen run by a one-world government, is their utter lack of creativity, cunning as they are.
Since Vietnam and long before, like the Pied Piper, they have led us down a thorny path, created a rash of problems and then — surprise, surprise — come up with the solutions.
Go and check out gain of function research, which literally means the creation of manmade viruses to later unleash, and the patent office which proves malfeasance.
But the public has had its brain washed so many times, it not only has little clue as to what is really going on, it simply doesn’t want to know and prefers to wander blindly into the bear trap.
The hard part is to put it all together: quantative easing (printing vast sums of money which becomes valueless), the fall of the dollar, the new BRICS agreement, medical tyranny to make vast profits, the global power grab by the World Health Organisation while pretending it’s your friend, mass surveillance, the push for digital IDs, the persecution of Christians, the clampdown on free speech, the flooding of national borders to destroy entire countries, in particular their identity. The list goes on and on.
In the end, it leads to a picture none of us wish to see apart from an elite few: a soulless world, where people have been replaced by AI and are surplus to requirements and therefore dispensable (check out Canada’s push to euthanize as many citizens as possible).
It was suggested last night that ChatGPT may soon be churning out sonatas better than Chopin’s.
But what does it mean and how do we square it with our own uniqueness, essence or soul that is no longer required by those in power, those who live only through the mind and its never-ending ascent?
The hour is late, time is pressing. If we don’t all wise up now, life as we know it, is over.
Courage is required. We must avoid being scooped up in negativity and fear, keep a light hand on the tiller of our lives.
We must learn to meditate and embrace quiet. We must find our voice, the reason we are alive, seeing beneath the surface life and the presenting problem. We must look with way more discrimination at the media.
Be sure, there is much more to come, not least in the run-up to the next US election.
Above all, remain alert. Let’s walk through this together.
Copyright Simon Heathcote
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