Childhood's End

Note: This is what happens when James Brown's and Mick Jagger's genes were spliced 
together in a covert experiment called Project Whacky Dancer, clearly a success.  (jk)

Terra, the Mandela Effect is only the beginning of many disorientations. 

And how disorienting they'll all be depends upon the extent to which you've
allowed yourself to be invested in the Matrix, the extent to which
you've built walls of seeming reality around you...with bricks of sheer fantasy.
Ask yourself who supplied those bricks.
Ask yourself what their motive(s) may have been for doing so.


Ask yourself how you will re-build using your own means, because
that question, I believe, will be the most important question of all to ask.
Yet, who bothers asking it?  Most just mourn the loss of the old bricks.
Most let their programming dictate how "entitled" they were to their
fantasy world, and will in futility fight or flight their way into keeping it intact.


Meanwhile, your galactic neighbors stand bemused at the sheltered life you've lived,

maybe even admire the luxury you've enjoyed indulging your sense of entitlement,
how you've rightfully expected your keepers would bother to indulge it as well, realizing,
as those keepers do, that the slave who has no idea he's a slave, who demands the
illusory Matrix-given rights he never even had, most certainly makes the best slave of all.

In contrast, your neighbors have had to fight for what freedoms they've got now, 

have had to continue fighting just to keep them, because, you see,
the walls likewise came violently tumbling down for them too, long, long ago.

And you'll feel exactly what that's like, soon...  

So, prepare to rebuild, or prepare to be crushed.

Grow, or lose it all.

Make your mark, or regret never having tried.