We have to get very real about the heights to which the mental health epidemic has reached. It’s a time when, regardless of the way people define themselves or how they would like to be perceived, their actions and intentions precede them. It’s so hard to lie, but they don’t stop. It never stops. I’m Herschel Sterling, and I’m here to help. Full disclosure: I was raised exposed to mental illness. I know what this is when I see it.
It simmers, but cold, under the surface. It watches with it’s own agenda. One never knows when it will make itself known, but it will.
Whether it’s in a press conference with constituents, at the pulpit of a church, or on the stage of a talk show, they are human faces, but not really.
The staffer works for the congressman. He knows there are things he isn’t told. It’s not his clearance, he’s there to get his tasks completed. This is a nice gig, he can stay here for a year or so, and he’ll be connected for the rest of his life. He’ll never have to worry about investment risk again. He’s inside now. So it’s worth it to him.
This staffer hands the prep materials for a town hall to the rep. As the congressman peruses the packet, turning pages, he scans, and at the sight of a page regarding one of the wars, the staffer swears he sees the congressman’s eyes turn black, just for a second, and it bristles the hair on his neck. “Are you alright, sir?” He asks. “What do you mean, son?” The congressman responds. "Nothing, sir, my mistake.” He says.
The talk show host, who bills herself as a comedian, has a dedicated following. Followers follow. That’s good for someone without any real talent besides audience capture. It keeps her in the chips because it’s convenient for repeat business. Always have a freshy available at some point, when needed. She’s been drumming the war beats like daddy’s good little girl, protecting that rape and pillage money with every ounce of hate and smarm she can muster. She’s not from the same nest as the congressman, but they feed the same.
There was a time when society was concerned about errant minds. It had gone on for a long time. People out in public with no mores, no boundaries. They collected children, they attacked the innocent. They plotted schemes of treachery and vile orders.
There was an effort to keep that at bay. There was an idea that keeping the affected out of the public as much as possible could be safer. That’s not to say there weren’t failures in that system, but it was an improvement.
One day, with glee, the hidden element celebrated. There would be a release of the schism onto the public. There was a statement from the Infiltrator in Chief. “Christians will take in the infirmed and care for them, there is no need for public funding, we will let god’s children free into the world, and the great sense of community will pick up the slack.” Laughter echoed through all dimensions on that day. Today, this element, not only roams the streets, but they they roam the halls of government and show business as well.
Today, we live with the results. "We shouldn't be spending a dime on humanitarian aid," the congressman scoffed. "It should be like Nagasaki and Hiroshima. Get it over quick." His eyes twitch with blackness, something slithers under his skin. “The same should be against all who rival us," he continued. "Defeat them quick. Instead of 80 percent being used for humanitarian purposes, it should be 80 to 100 percent to wipe out human forces."
The talk show comedian lady has a live show. It appears there are protesters in her audience. As the protesters yell while being removed, she says: “I can’t hear you,” before adding, “Oh, honey, please. This is not what this night is for.” Her teeth glisten differently, as the protesters, one by one, with the help of her entranced followers, are attacked and taken out of the room.
They want to make the rest of the audience aware of her genocidal nature. They are showered with wine by the animals in the audience, who shout with joyful hate when one of the protesters decries the deaths of innocent children. “They should all DIE!” shouts one of the openly vile creatures in the audience. They aren’t even hiding it anymore.
Over the years, that sickness continued to grow against a backdrop of indifference, and busyness, but slowly, humanity emerged to reclaim space on our planet. There are signs of stress in the enemy forces, they’ve been recently left to fend for themselves here, and as humanity sees their vulnerability, there will be the opportunity to win, to beat them. This isn’t about co-existence with lizards. We win. That’s how this ends. Be encouraged.
Regardless of the extremists purported differences or “beliefs”, we know they feed the same. Whether they are fundamentalists or wokes, it’s human conscious life they feed upon. They feign their rivalry to increase their harvest, and it has been a successful strategy until now. People have realized that they really don’t disagree as much as they thought. They realize that their rivalry has been engineered by the same force that is destroying them all. They don’t have to admit they are wrong, they only have to admit they’ve been deceived by the same force that pits them against one another. Together, they make it through.
The End.
The Face