The Zombies Have Arrived

The zombies are here, I knew they were coming and now, they have arrived. It seems they are a little meaner than in my dreams, a little colder than what I had imagined and not nearly as intelligent as I had feared. Look around, you’ll see them, but first you must realign your sight, these guys didn’t just sneak off a movie set, these guys look just like you and me.

I’ve been seeing them for a while, luckily, I had the dreams forewarning of their coming, but they seem more numerous now as they begin flocking together. The thing about the zombies is they like to be in groups, they feel lost and unsettled when alone and find traveling in packs soothing. Another thing about zombies is they have a hive mind, a single focus and their numbers give them power.

Where? You may ask. Where have you seen them? And to answer that question I have two words as an example, Michael Jackson. With the sad passing of Michael Jackson we saw the zombies coming into the light, we saw them massing together with a single focus, we felt their combined hive mind change the thinking of the world. Now some of us were fans of Mr. Jackson’s, some of us were not, some of us believe he was a pedophile and some believe he was just a kid trapped in a ever-changing body. Some of us hold a grave dislike for Michael Jackson, others complete apathy, but what we saw in the media, day after day, was the call of the zombie hive mind. And what we also saw was the zombies answering the call.

The zombies are hard to see, easier in some environments than others, but with the proper focus, you can make out the subtle change sweeping our world, you can notice the switch. The simplest method is to disconnect from the electronics and observe, take a seat somewhere where the masses gather, do not distract yourself with cell phones, ipods or magazines and just watch and listen, you’ll begin to see them. Although the changeover is coming earlier and earlier, you’ll notice that the youngsters have not yet transformed, but as adolescence occurs, the switch is soon flipped.

In the movies zombies eat brains and in reality they do the same thing, but not in the dramatic, bloody display we see on the big screen. The actuality of the event is subtle, the change is not painful and hardly noticed in our fast paced society. At first, the transforming zombie may be a little dismayed with the memory loss, the shortness of their attention span, the apathy concerning worldly events, but that soon passes and they embrace their smaller existence, the convenient reduction of their thinking space.

The zombies believe that we are all one and any deviation from the hive mind is a threat, as a single celled organism working towards the greater whole, we must act as one, we must be one, we must think as one, like a well oiled machine. On your journey to find the zombies you’ll notice those still fighting the change, you see them gallantly trying to maintain their individuality and you’ll see them shunned and laughed at, called names and shamed. You’ll see them banned from certain social structures and you’ll notice that the hive mind will no longer recall their existence, their being-ness or even their name.

So now that you know the zombies are here and you know how to detect them, I have a simple question… Will you surrender gently into the single-celled shell or will you fight? Will you accept the change as just another example of “it’s just life” or will you rebel and proclaim your independence from the monstrous human machine?

Dreams and Stuff

I’ve always been a vivid dreamer, full color experiences that sometimes seem more real than waking and I can remember the dreams I’ve had reaching far into my childhood. As a kid I wondered a lot about dreams, which world was real, the sleeping one or the waking one? And how could the sleeping one bloom into the waking one sometimes? How could dreams that we have no control over manifest right in front of our eyes in the cold light of day? It happens sometimes, not often enough to plan on, but occasionally I feel like Alice in Wonderland falling through the mirror.

Dreams are difficult to decipher, there are plenty of dream dictionaries available, but they are really just a measure of archetypal standards and need a lot of personal interpretation. Things that are frightening to some, are not to others, thus the interpretation becomes quite individual. I often dream of turtles, typically relaxing and refreshing encounters, occasionally through, the turtle in the dream will turn on me and bite me. I have now learned to pay attention in my waking life when that happens and try to see around the corners to what may be coming or a mistake I am making.

I mention dreams because I have been having several interlaced recurring dreams for a while and I thought I should share. The first set of dreams I’ve had since I was a child and the Moon Men were my imaginary playmates of strange lights and craft in the skies. The dreams have continued through the years, with only the location changing, typically my Grandmother’s house in N. Georgia or the house I grew up in, in SC, but sometimes I’m not familiar with the location in my waking life, but I am in my sleeping world. These dreams have increased dramatically since Hurricane Katrina and as I watch the headlines for sightings of strange lights and the like and see more and more, my stomach becomes tense.

The second set of dreams started in the summer of 2002, interlaced with dreams of my son’s pending death and they always follow the same pattern. There is a bright light in the sky and people are changed, I use the word zombie, but understand not like the zombies we have come to know in the movies, these zombies look just like us and act like us, but the difference is on the inside, nearly imperceptible. The first dream was the longest and ended with me racing the zombies to retrieve a radio from a cemetery. The dreams made little sense and only served to put me on edge, until I began reading about HAARP, the GWEN towers and chemtrails.

Sitting in the backyard on the anniversary of my son’s death, I was watching the planes leave trails in the sky and I was talking to God or my son or the birds, whoever was listening and a couple things dawned on me. Things are occurring right here in the states under our own noses, while we are looking to the skies, seeking salvation from aliens or Jesus, a big plan is underfoot by the powers that be and we are being distracted. We are being gridded and mapped, studied and scrutinized; we must remember the government is at least 30 years ahead technologically than we are told. I wrote in my journal on that day that three things were going to occur in the states and I divided them by region. I predicted illness in the south, weather in the west and some type of destruction be it bomb or earthquake somewhere else in the states, perhaps the middle of the country.

Evidently a lot of lights are being seen in the skies of NC and I have noticed a lot of illnesses being reported on our evening news, with warnings to stay out of the emergency rooms, the “cruise ship” virus is currently being talked about in Greensboro, a couple weeks ago it was red measles. Also on the late news night before last, an elementary school had 410 absences on the same day; the school only has a little over 700 students. And the Christmas snows in Denver certainly made the news as thousands were stranded in that creepy Denver International Airport.

So as usual I have no answers, only more speculation and questions. Are the conspiracy theorists correct and we are being marked for destruction by some global entity? Are the Christians right and we are on the brink of the Second Coming? Are the New Agers right and we are about to meet our galactic neighbor? Or is it a combination of all the above? Until next time, what are you dreaming?

Love and Light