Ok, title is a bit dramatic (at least for the time being), but I realized I should maybe start talking about last week and how weird it has been. Diary form will have to do for now.
I don’t know if anyone else feels it, but at least for me the past month or two have been one hell of a ride, vibe-wise. I read Claudiu’s account of the vibes felt when covid restrictions started coming in and I recognized everything. It took a couple of weeks to extract myself from the covid vibe morass and this past week has been no different, though the vibes feel even more substantial and inescapable.
What has bothered me this time is how badly I got pulled in. I spent about four or five days feeling various levels of hatred, anxiety and helplessness before I could finally peel myself out of it (strangely enough only while sleeping). Coming out I realized I’d been had by the propaganda boat to boot, and I have to admit that it sickens me to my very core. I can’t describe with words how deeply I felt the realization that men and women are being sent to their deaths for tropes right now. They have no clue, no idea, and people are cheering them on and it’s perverse. I was even in that fervor myself for a while, thinking I’d give my life for family/freedom/nation and somehow magically it’d be anything but me dying like a dog for an abstract idea.
But I’m posting here because I don’t know what to do at the moment. Enjoy and appreciate, sure, but reality is currently taking on this weird engulfing quality to me. I’m not sure if this is even rational or if I’m feeling a whole continent-full of anxiety right now, with no respite… or if I’m just making it up.
Replies welcome. I’m guessing the actual world is as pristine as ever but muh brainz refuse to tune into the correct frequency at the moment.