The Turn

The Pebble and the Avalanche

‘Multiple meanings exist.’

It’s a statement—an observation, really—that has come to be ubiquitous with the ‘Q Operation,’ which I wrote about extensively in the most-read feature to date at Burning Bright.

That said, while it undoubtedly has Actual, direct implications in that particular theater of the Information War, I believe it would behoove all of us who dig in the dark and attempt to parse the seemingly-endless flood of data, Actual and Narrative Deployments in this Fifth-Generation War to keep it in mind.

As for me, I’m as prone to waxing poetic, twisting and turning words and their meanings back around in on themselves and outward, expanding beyond what they have been before, as I am in playing to the literal and direct.

When I think of that statement in recent days, I think of it quite literally, and I think of it in the context of one word:

Turn.

It’s a word that sparked in my mind’s eye several months ago, during the composition of ‘The Wolves Among Us,’ a piece meant less to inspire confidence and unity among our own movement, and more to hunt down and expose the subversive elements threatening to split it apart at that time.

If you’ll recall, much of the blue-check ‘Conservative/MAGA’ collective myself and many others refer to as Con Inc. took the contentious mood surrounding the 2022 Midterm Elections—along with ‘seeming’ weakness on the part of our chosen cultural and political figurehead, Donald Trump—to sow whatever division they could, alternating between Doom-tinged takes and those with a bent toward the ‘future’ their unseen masters have been biding their time to engineer for years.

Of course, the key, operative word in the above statement is, ‘seeming,’ for, as I discussed at length in the three-part series on Trump’s Mastery of Narrative Warfare—‘The Master,’ ‘Counter Strike,’ and ‘Narrative Pincer,’—the Orange Man has made a career—a life in politics and in the Shadow War we track—by appearing weak when he is quite the opposite.

Turn.

At that time, the word represented my thoughts on the Wolves in Sheep’s clothing who had been exposed—rather, who had exposed themselves—at the direct prodding and baiting of the true Commander-in-Chief on this sociopolitical battlefield. Lately, the word remains in my mind, burning in the center, around which seemingly all other thoughts, Macro and Micro theories, observations and exchanges orbit.

Last week, I wrote some Macro thoughts down on what I see as the most earnestly and genuinely-contentious subject in the MAGA/America First and Truth Communities—that being Trump’s seeming—and sometimes open—endorsement of the 2020-21 vaccine deployments as a part of Operation Warp Speed.

While ‘Trump’s Taboo’ sought to provide a bit of directional thinking on what overall strategy I think is at play in this Information War, Shadow War and yes … ‘Mind War’ (truth be told, this is MY personal favorite Burning Bright feature, for any newcomers,) it also sought to seed the idea in the reader’s mind—in your minds—as to what is to come as 2023 presents fertile ground for the Great Awakening to adopt the same dual functions the Information War has taken on in recent months: escalation and acceleration.

And that is the point.

While escalation and acceleration, in terms of sociopolitical rhetoric, political deployments, financial policy and even kinetic encroachment and tensions by all sides on the Game Theory Game Board seem negative or defeatist on the surface, I have long argued that we are in a War of Stories, and that, before one can experience the profound and ultimate deliverance of emotional, psychological and even spiritual catharsis, one must first experience the requisite trauma.

Far from being an appeal to masochism or some sort of warped, Machiavellian mindset adopted by our chosen patriots fighting for us both within and without the public halls of political, military, clandestine and civilian power, I believe this trauma-catharsis dichotomy is not only what the American people—what the world—needs in order to first shake the sleeping masses from their doomed malaise, but also to make sure that whatever collective celebration occurs on the backend of this Awakening process does not sink into the realm of reverie, but rather maintains its momentum and its effect for generations hence.

After all, as Ronald Reagan famously said,

“Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction. We didn't pass it to our children in the bloodstream. It must be fought for, protected, and handed on for them to do the same, or one day we will spend our sunset years telling our children and our children's children what it was once like in the United States where men were free.”

This quote—like many beside it—stands the test of time not because it’s catchy, but because it’s true.

Truth has a way of doing that. Of lingering when the lies that have attempted to alternatively bury it through sheer force, and later to gild it in misguiding falsehoods are stripped away, leaving the thing as the thing, and the truth as nothing more—and certainly nothing less—than itself.

Turn.

And how does ‘the truth’ turn back around in times such as these? How does all of the hurt that has been experienced not just over the course of the last few years, but over the course of generations—dare I venture to say, centuries?—when there are still so many of [them] occupying positions of public ‘power,’ and influence, and so many of our sleeping fellows who have yet to wipe the crust from their slow-blinking eyes?

I often remark in my writing and in my public commentary that Awakening—much like victory—happens very slowly … and then all at once.

That truism is not meant to be cute or reductive. It’s an observation, and if you ruminate on it, I believe you will come to feel it as inherent—natural as the rising sun—or the rising Son.

When one is awake, he is no longer asleep. No matter how long they tossed and turned, pulled into the depths of nightmare or coasting along in the merciful, ignorant bliss of dream, stirred into the mid-morning mist of half-waking before sinking below the surface once more, the process is as unpredictable as it is inevitable.

For once one is awake, he is no longer asleep.

Apply this to yourself. Apply it to the individual—from the very old to the very young—and now apply it to the world around you. To the society and to your sleeping brothers and sisters, parents, friends, seeming enemies—perhaps even lovers.

I have begun to reframe my own diagnosis—my own observation—of the nation, the society and the humanity around me as less ‘sick,’ or trapped, and more enchanted. Caught in a dream that is as much engineered by the powers that would be—the Controllers myself and many others attempt to expose with our observations and a mix of hindsight and attempted foresight—as it is sought out as a matter of convenience, of comfort by the very hearts in our own chests.

How much easier is it to sleep than to wake? How much simpler to face the adventures, the bliss or even the false dangers of the world behind the veil than to face the blinding, brilliant and sometimes-scorching light of truth upon waking?

This is the great ‘turn’ that Donald Trump, his chosen patriots, and most importantly, that WE have been charged with helping along on its slow, aching, agonizing and yet, inevitable path.

And it had to be done this way.

Engineer the turn too quickly, and the collective ship is as likely to capsize as it is to wheel about, returning to the shores of a Republic it was guided away from through currents that seemed natural, but that have been revealed as little more than the unseen drag and pull of the beasts that circle beneath the waves.

Engineer the turn too slowly, and these same beasts with their bloody gums and too many teeth, gnashing at the hull, talons raking at the base and boards might succeed in their final attempt to pull us down for good once we’re too far out to sea to make the swim back, and where our fellows are as likely to pull us under in their attempt to cling to the sodden and sinking wreckage as the waiting things below.

I use metaphor. I use stories. I use flights of fancy. I use lies to paint pictures that attempt to reveal the truth that nests at the heart of them—that nests at the heart of me. Because that is what I feel I have been called to do, and because that is what I feel we need, though I know some dismiss the words, the tales and the strange mix of truth, fiction, analysis and lyricism in these writings.

I believe that the story we are being told, the movie we are being shown—that we are all living through in an alternating dream and nightmare that is sometimes more difficult for us to bear as awakened beings than those thrashing, tossing and turning in the grips of sleep—is not meant to trick, to trap or to coddle, but rather to shake, to free and ultimately to codify the central truths it reveals upon waking.

Just as the vivid colors, images and stories that seem so fresh in the realm of the unreal flit away like spring birds on waking—like motes of dust in summer light—the truth has a tendency to fade if it isn’t stoked, to sit unremarkable and unremembered if it isn’t nurtured and tended by wakeful, watching, careful minds.

That is our charge. That is the charge before us and before those we follow, we raise up and we defend as leaders in this movement of cooperative sovereignty versus subjugated collectivism.

To turn back to the shores we’ve departed, and to do so without losing the ship along the way.

That is what I believe Operation Warp Speed is about, or can be about. It isn’t about a forced or engineered reveal of some new truth, or even of [their] lies, but rather a forced remembering of the way things have always been, and the way things will always be.

From the Military and Media Industrial Complexes to the Globalist Vultures in their thorny thrones, from the charlatans at the top of the political, corporate and pharmaceutical mountains, from the criminals among us trafficking in lies as often as money, and even in human beings—in children, wandering the Darkest Paths—the System of Systems has been rendered as clear to this generation of Americans—of would-be, could-be patriots—than it has for any generation since 1776.

And that is no small thing.

This piece was originally meant to be a more Micro, detailed dive into the particulars of Operation Warp Speed, of the Reverse Hegelian Dialectic I have spent much of the last year exploring, solidifying and remaking as I splinter, melt and reforge my own cognitive cypher as often as I implore others to do so in the kaleidoscopic transition period we’re all experiencing together … and yet, here I’ve gone and tried to scrape meaning—deeper meaning—out of that burning, gnawing spark I sometimes feel and often follow, for better or worse.

Like a great ship turning, the Great Awakening happens very slowly … and then all at once, and when the great ship that is the American Awakening, the American Spirit and the American Dream is gliding on gilded golden waves back toward shores it should never have departed—perhaps toward a new, far green country with white towers and gulls that represents what should have been, and could be again—it must … it WILL do so with such a force of momentum that no mass of churning lies, engineered currents or racing, chomping and reaching titans is able to slow us.

We can each of us be an oar in the water, slogging and sloshing through heavy troughs and stinging crests, soon to be slicing and soaring along spray tinted in the more brilliant and welcome jeweled kaleidoscope of the sun.

Because even the smallest can change the course of the future.

And because my thoughts never wander far these days without returning to Tolkien, let’s end with one of his:

“At least for a while,” said Elrond. “The road must be trod, but it will be very hard. And neither strength nor wisdom will carry us far upon it. This quest may be attempted by the weak with as much hope as the strong. Yet such is oft the course of deeds that move the wheels of the world: small hands do them because they must, while the eyes of the great are elsewhere.”

We can each of us be the pebble that begins an avalanche.

We can each of us be small and great at once. And we must. And we will.

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

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(Author’s Note: You’ll note that some Burning Bright features contain more hyperlinks to previous pieces than others. Rather than skipping over these, whether you are a new or returning reader, I believe revisiting or visiting these topics for the first time will give you a better understanding of my intent, as I seek to continue to build a movable cognitive framework and cypher through which we can each an all attempt to orient ourselves within the madness that is the Strange War.)

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