Living through the Wizard of Oz

Frankly, doesn’t it now feel a little like we’re living through the concluding scene of The Wizard of Oz? The delusion has run its course. The smoke, the fumes, the booming, thundering voices, the projections on the wall ..... all of it designed to keep us distracted and flustered and scared and small.

But something’s shifting, isn’t it? You can feel it. That part of you that’s looking at the last five years and is now thinking, ‘Something ain’t right here, this isn’t how it’s supposed to be.’ That blameless, irreproachable part of you (the part of you that is Toto) is tugging at the edge of the curtain now. And what’s about to be exposed isn’t what you expected at all. It’s not some great and powerful force. It’s just the puppet masters with their strategies of disinformation. The Svengalis. The scriptwriters. The illusionists who understood one very uncomplicated and recognisable truth ..... we build our reality through belief.

And belief can be manipulated.

They knew if they could hijack our focus, feed us fear and uncertainty, and in so doing divide us, then we’d inadvertently develop it for them. Not because they’re powerful, but because we are. That’s the real secret. And they’ve used it against us for a long, long time.

They understand that the smart way to keep us submissive and obedient is to place a strict limit on the spectrum of acceptable opinion but allow vigorous and spirited debate within that spectrum …. even encourage the more critical and dissenting viewpoints to create the illusion that there's freethinking going on; while simultaneously reinforcing the presuppositions of the system by the limits they put on the range of our debate.

But now their deceit is unravelling. The mask is falling. Their projection only works if we keep giving it power. And once Toto pulls the curtain back, just far enough for us to see what’s there, there is no going back at all, for we’ll never be able to unsee what we see then.

This is the moment we reclaim our lives back. The instant we reclaim our legend. Not by fighting shadows, but by turning on the light. This is the moment we become lightworkers

Lightworkers don’t look like pixies or elves, you know. They’re not meant to look all noble and worthy and dignified. Who knows, you could be an angel in disguise. That way, you can reach out to the wrecked ones. Those who have been judged and scorned and left behind. Those who are tainted.

You’re not just a soul, you are the soul, and you don’t even know it. How fucking cool is that!

Now is the time to allow the Toto part of your mind to pull the curtain back and take control before it’s too late. Now is the time to reveal the sellers of deceit and deception and quack medicine such as Mug-Wump, Swamp Root and Snake Oil for what they really are. Nothing but shit con men who’ve manipulated the masses for far too long.

As you raise your vibration, dark forces may oppose you. They’re scared of your power. But, just like a star, it’s through seasons of darkness when you can let your incandescence shine. When the heavenly bodies align and your mind dances with the universe .… that’s spiritual synchronicity.

I’m aware I may be losing certain people with this. Those who may feel I’m going all balanced chakra and moon in the seventh house on you, but I promise you I’m not at all. However, if you feel that way, then I wish you a wonderful future …. But you’re missing the point