The second coming - WB Yeats- written 1919
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
The global elites are getting very reckless - they are doing all kinds of nasty stuff and barely troubling to concoct cover stories; or rather, their cover stories are so obviously faked, dishonest and incoherent that they are only carrying a small minority of the most psychologically-enslaved population with them (such as the mass media).
Because of this reckless haste to pursue the evil agenda at home and abroad, there are more and more threats against anyone who dares to be skeptical, or to voice disagreement. Are they afraid that their time is running out? Do they know something we don't about what is imminent?
Maybe... Too many threats are being too carelessly made - because the baddies don't have the power to enforce a large number of simultaneous punishments. They rule by consent - by the corruption of the masses; and direct coercion is only available for sparing and selective application - but maybe they have also forgotten this?
So, the ruling class are currently careless, the mask is slipping - or even being cast aside and the hideous leering face beneath revealed shamelessly.
Maybe they will get away with this - because no matter how 'cynical' the population becomes about the motivations of politicians, leaders, the mass and social media... nothing constructive can happen until people believe there is an alternative; and that can only happen if God comes back into consciousness...
God is the falconer in Yeats's poem above, the falcon - the populations of the West - cannot hear him; indeed deny his reality.
Thus the centre cannot hold, and things fall apart.
A century ago, Yeats wondered what rough beast might be born to 'replace' God - we already know the answer, indeed the rough beast had already been born in 1917 with the Russian Revolution, and has had many incarnations since. But of course, anti-God does not perform the same function as God - and totalitarian tyranny is in practice the agent of self-fuelling chaotic evil, not of static compliance.
So we still await the second coming - or rather, Christ patiently awaits our turning towards him - when he will be ready and willing to provide exactly what is needed.
Our problem is that what is needed is not what we believe we want... If we can awaken from this delusion, that is the only hope.
And global political-media events are currently moving in a direction that tends to make an awakening significantly more likely now than it was even three short years ago...