Cry Wolf

How [They] Primed the Collective Mind for Evil's Reveal

(Before we get into today’s feature, I’d like to point newer folks—and even returning Bright Army members—to Righteous Russia – Part 6, wherein I dive into a much more specific and detailed breakdown of how I see this particular Narrative Whiplash going as it relates to the conflict in Ukraine in the context of the larger Shadow War.)

Today, however, I want to pull back a bit and approach things from a more general, esoteric viewpoint. Consider this a companion piece to ‘The Trick.’

Cry Wolf.

We’ve all heard the term. Hell, we’ve all used it. It is one of the defining fables in history because of the inherent truth at its core, which is somewhat ironic, given that it intends to warn about the danger of lies.

This fable popped into my head again quite recently, prompted by Russia’s continued insistence on demanding truth, exposure and, ultimately justice for the crimes ‘Ukrainian’ soldiers—Nazi Azov battalions—have visited on the people of the Donbas for over 8 years, in addition to the other dark, Deep State-funded secrets they have discovered on the borders of their once-bright empire.

Cry Wolf.

The tale is ubiquitous. It doesn’t so much focus on the moral dangers of lying. Aesop isn’t concerned with relationship damage or even reputational damage—though they are inherent knock-on effects that result in serial lying—he is concerned with real damage. He is concerned with the violence that can result not just in believing lies, but in telling them in the first place.

But surely you do not call a person a wolf unless you’re engaging in metaphor or parable yourself. Surely the term—and therefore, the fable—has lost some narrative and emotional heft in the centuries that have passed since its inception.

That is where you’re wrong. For the Boy Who Cried Wolf is not about wolves. It is about masks. Cyphers. Codes.

It is about dressing someone or something in that which they are not in order to provoke a reaction and then, when said reaction is blunted over time, doubling down on the lies until they become your undoing.

If you want people to fear, and to react out of fear, you must use emotional coding, as fear is not based in logic. Paul Atreides remarks in the sci-fi masterpiece Dune that, “fear is the mind killer. The little death that brings total annihilation.” It is one of the most oft-cited and brilliant passages in the history of fiction, and for good reason:

It tells a universal truth.

Fear, along with love is a base emotion. It is hard-coded into some part of our God-given structure. It is a feeling of dread called up when one’s life or loved ones are threatened by something external. It is a prime emotion, and one not easily harnessed, which is precisely why it is the weakness [they] have exploited most fully and most intentionally over the course of the histories they have sold us, packaged us in and traumatized us with.

In dressing a situation or a person in an emotional code, one can provoke all manner of reactions to said subject without an ounce of underlying truth to buoy it.  Such is the power of weaponized fear.

They used it to push us into both World Wars. They used it to push us into the invasion of Vietnam. They tried to use it to guide us into nuclear war with Russia, and were only thwarted by the storied efforts of two Presidents—Kennedy and Reagan—whose names will stand the test of time in a way we are only partially aware of today.

More recently, they used a combination of weaponized fear and pride in the American tradition to rope us into a Forever War in the Middle East, one that Donald Trump engineered our exit from after demolishing their proxy forces and signing historic peace agreements with a region that has not known the concept for millennia.

Fear comes in many forms and has many names, but the name it has worn most often and most consistently over the course of the last century is one every man, woman and child is aware of in all lands and in all languages.

Nazi.

The Nazi is the modern wolf. A caricature more than a figure. An archetype more than a thing unto itself.

To call one a Nazi in the modern age is to call one a wolf, black and bloody-toothed, loping and glaring from the darkened recesses of a collective psyche that contains more shadow than light and more illusion than truth, but that provokes a consistent and retching reaction.

This treatise is not on the truth or lies underlying the term, for surely there is much we do not know about the origins of the movement, its intentions and all its many consequences, from the known to the as-yet-unknown.

For our purposes here, we need only consider the term in the way the Deep State criers have shown it to us: to be a Nazi is to be a wolf, and to be a wolf is to be evil going back to the days of Aesop and his forebears.

And yet … this is where the tale—the fable—begins to turn around on them, and where the cunning snake in the grass that is the collective and shadowed storyteller starts to twitch and contort, and turns its fangs against its own form, biting and chewing—devouring until the snake becomes the serpent named Ouroboros, locked in a deadly and inevitable mortal dance with the lies it spun in the first place.

We often discuss the Mind War around these parts, and I am not the only writer to use the term, nor to explore it. The Mind War is at the heart of everything we see today, from Potential events to Actual Events, with the former informing the latter and the latter creating the former. We are in a war of stories, of narrative deployments, because stories are weapons that can be used for good or ill.

That said, the key thing to remember about weapons is that they must be refreshed, sharpened and conserved. They must be varied and numerous, and wielded with care, precision and proper timing taken into account, lest they be blunted from too-frequent or too-careless use.

And now you see the turn.

As I discussed in Righteous Russia, the enemy has cried wolf too many times in recent days. They have deployed one of their most potent and once-effective emotional cyphers so readily and so often that it has lost virtually all meaning to those with the ears to hear it.

When everything is a wolf, then nothing is a wolf. When everything is a Nazi, then nothing is.

The words themselves lose bite. They lose meaning and they lose all intended emotional effect. Crying wolf does not make a wolf appear no more than calling someone a Nazi makes it so.

But then, we all understand this concept. We all understand, at a root level, the intent behind the fable. When you are known as a liar, your luck has all run out, and you can eventually be brought down by said lies.

If the modern cry is the wolf, then who are the modern criers?

We’ve discussed them often and quite recently, from the media industrial complex and all its carrion cronies to the tangential and equally-tainted entertainment sphere, their clownish wolf-criers have screamed themselves hoarse over the course of the last six years. Their ratings have collapsed, their platforms are being merged as they seek to eat each other in order to retain psychological mass in a war they lost before they knew we were fighting back. Their symbols—their talking heads and thought leaders—are losing their posts, and being torn down in the public square they once dominated.

They are losing—they have lost—because when you cry wolf one thousand times too many, the cry loses its meaning.

And yet … there is truth a the heart of the cry, which is why Aesop’s fable stays with us to this day. Surely there are other parables and stories that warn on the dangers of lies. Why, then, has this one endured? Why does it hit us on a primal level where no modern vernacular can suffice?

Because of the cry itself. Because the cry warns of a wolf in our midst, and wolves must be rooted out and dealt with lest they be the end of you.

It has been a long time since humanity had to fear the wolf. Our walls are taller and our fires never go out. We sleep in stone and brick and thick wood fortresses, and are guarded by villages more numerous and wakeful than those in the distant reaches of our history, when the only light came by fire and the only protection by the spear and the will to aim it.

And so the modern wolf was changed, morphed and warped, and then used for their dark purposes.

Evil was given a new name in the twentieth century, and the name has stuck.

But the real reason Aesop’s fable has remained with us is that, no matter the lies at its heart, the dark truth in the tale is that there always was a wolf, waiting in the shadows, skirting the edges of the firelight, watching the lies told about it, intent on the boy and his blood.

There always were Nazis and those that created them, funded them and dressed them in yellow, blue and all the other colors their ideology has worn over the decades. They convinced the world this scourge originated and died within once-barbarian, blonde and blue-eyed borders, but just as the wolf can come in many colors, and appear when he is least expected, they hid themselves away, changed their name and their symbols and even wore white coats—all the better to be trusted by the sheep they purported to guard.

They kept the underlying philosophy of that ubiquitous evil alive in the dark and in the shadows while weaponizing the term against their ideological enemies. Against us.

Racist. Xenophobe. Ist. Ism.

Nazi.

The weapons have been deployed so readily, so viciously and so often that they have been blunted against the callused Collective Mind. The wolf has lost its bite.

Or has it?

In the end, the true point of The Boy Who Cried Wolf isn’t about the cry, nor even about the crier. In the end, the fable is about the wolf. It is about the consequence.

The consequence for the crier is simple: that when the wolf does come for the flock—and for the boy guarding it—none will answer his calls.

But the consequence for the village is the one I highlight here. The consequence of complacency. Of believing there was no truth at the heart of the crier’s lies.

Thus, we see the beginnings of their narrative end in the soon-to-be frozen ground in Ukraine, where words such as ‘tribunals’ are gaining steam. Nazis have been found because Nazis never left. Because the cry was not the lie, only those it was directed toward.

When the townsfolk discover the mutilation caused by the wolf that was very real, the impact is far greater than when they first responded to the lie. Because the lie has become truth. Because, when the threat is real, and when evil is given a face, all previous attempts to describe it, neuter it or blunt it are lost.

In this way, as the wheels of justice slowly begin to grind in the east, we should keep watch for their echoes as they ripple across the Atlantic. The enemy has cried wolf so many times, that the Collective Mind will experience profound Whiplash when the wolf arrives, and when it comes in a different form and from a different place than they have been claiming.

The wolf was always real, and the wolf was never us.

Until next time, stay Positive, stay Based and most importantly … stay Bright.

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