We were always the dark horse generation - wedged between the boomers and the millennials - two massive age groups which have largely played off one another other, reflecting and refracting there resonances and differences.
I have always known there was a special calling for our generation. I could hear it in my bones, it sung to me when I entered into the dreamworlds, I felt it as I moved towards adulthood. Moody and misunderstood, emotional and deeply humanistic, creative and wandering, ever seeking the depths of truth, our generation was born lost to this civilization in order that we might experience and reveal the power of this great time.
We were the last generation to grow up without the total onslaught of technology and pharmaceutical intervention, and this is the most important difference. This difference - this incredible hand of fate - was that which kept us wild - untethered to their arm of total manipulation and control. Yes, there were still video games and television and drugs. But this was before every child had an iPad. This was before the talons of evil could fully infiltrate and possess the mind of the innocent, silently, unknowingly and subversively.
Now, most children barely have a chance.
I weep for them.
Along side our older millennial cohorts, we still played outside freely. We wandered the streets - mostly without adults - because much of our lives were lived without parental presence and guidance. We were the latchkey generation. Our adolescence was spent diving into dark alleys - because, after all, we lived inside of a meaningless culture. We wanted something deeper, something wilder, something true, something that this culture could never provide for us. Ever seeking, we knew in our hearts what we were looking for, though it was hard to explain or to express. We knew that it did not exist within the confines of this inverted reality.
Wandering through shadows and haze, darkness became our friend, and we were at all times suspect of authority, suspect of all massive systems of control, and suspect of all forms of manipulation which would seek to chain and subordinate the human spirit.
We were openly defiled and largely forgotten, while we moved to fulfill our dreams, our destinies, with unassuming dedication and a quiet radiance that never asked for the limelight. The media, after all, openly condemned us for decades. We were, in the eyes of this civilization, a lost cause.
The boomers, attached to their legacy, are largely incapable of seeing what is occurring. The chain to such perceived greatness blindfolds one to the realities which are unfolding today, and the ways in which history was manipulated. The millennials were the first generation to fully endure the roots of a massive psychological warfare over their beautiful hearts, minds, and bodies, via all forms of media manipulation and pharmaceutical interventions. And those in the Gen Z have been subject to an attempted psychical and mental indoctrination the likes of which we may have never seen before. My heart breaks for them, and when they awaken - as many of them will - there will be hell to pay. We will be there for them with open arms.
And so here we are.It is the lost generation, along side our older millennial comrades, who lead the charge to gently dismantle the beast of this illegitimate and dangerous system. We never wanted this job, or at least we thought we did not. We wanted to be left alone. Because of this, we remain unassuming leaders, self-effacing and ever second guessing our place - which naturally gives way to an underlying humility, and ability to question. Spiritual warriors of the dark age, the age of Kali Yuga, we came for this time, make no mistake.
Our unique birth, prior to the age of full technological and biomedical warfare, was a great blessing, as we were not subject to the full hand of their manipulation. Where most are incapable of seeing the holographic web that has been woven before our very eyes - creating a holding prison for the soul - many of us see it quite naturally. With this great blessing comes a great responsibility.
This is not to say that there are not others across all generations who are awake, and who step forward as the visionary guides of our time, daring to move against the grain and to begin to embody the new earth frequencies that are rising. These incredible human souls are scattered through all decades of life in are current times, and they are powerful. I bow to every - single - one.
But it is the lost generation who largely bears the great honor, and the burden, of this epic time.
As we come of full age, and into our visionary potential as a generation, we see very clearly what it is that is needed in this monumental moment of epic transition.
And so we rise, we sing, we cry to the heavens : we are here, we are here, we are here.
And we will not walk quietly into the night.
She has risen, and she is beautiful.
Our children will know what it is to truly be free.
And so it is.
