It seems like forever since I gave away everything. I don't need much, so I gave it all away and moved to a back alley where plenty of stray cats and trashed magazines keep me company. And people, too, of course. I live in a city; there are people everywhere. It isn’t even just that there are people everywhere. It’s that they get into everything: your business, how you look, the pace of your walk, the flavor of your spit, whether your elbows feel rough. They dig into everything.
It wasn’t until I started meeting the aforementioned cats that I really understood what was going on. First off, have you ever (cat owners, I’m talking to you) woke to the command of someone who was not you? Spouses, lovers, expert-gymnast-fornicators aside, who will wake you when you least expect it? Who wrests that dream of lazy, sliding-into-nothingness away from you? Cats. You know how and why? Mind control. They are not only limber, light footed, nosy and smelly infiltrators of households; they can inject your head with their thoughts. And you will be none the wiser.
Ever wonder why you are doing the things you are doing lately? Ever wonder where those stray, tangential thoughts come from? See the word stray? It is time for you to know that cats run everything. For 60 years they have been refining their societal crafting skills. Sometimes they’ve screwed up big time. Vietnam? The cats were learning the ways of humanity during that one (it was also a conflict between rival cat factions). They learned there are consequences for their actions. But that doesn’t keep them from being so damned curious. They picked up after WWII when humans were most vulnerable. This led to easy infiltration of high public offices, but in no way did it keep them from fumbling their first power play. That was Vietnam. The Cold War was no great success either. We’re still in the middle of that one.
That was a quick span of time told in a sickeningly swift paragraph. I apologize. But the menace is clear and we will not be spared if we do not wake up to what is going on around us.
Now, we are not uncomplicated beings. We are influenced by shit we do not even have a clue about. Thoughts, feelings and actions run like programs on our hard drives, and we cycle, cycle, cycle through them until we find some combination of keys that can be pressed to delete them forever. Or seemingly ever.
Let’s have a word about life. It is magical. It is so magical, on such a dynamic and incredible way, that humans can trick themselves into believing that it could not ever, ever actually be magical. Humans can say, “fuck this” and , “I can’t stand this shit,” but really, they are hesitant to stop doing that thing they hate. They create such momentum of fear and convulsion and heavy, heavy flatulence, that they can no longer remember why they ever crawled out of the womb to begin with. Society changes only in a process of terrifying self-mutilation. The infrastructure is not built to change. Most of it is not. These are not new thoughts. One day it will bound joyfully from its shackles of consumption and waste. Today, as we may see some of the business model change, much of it has not. The infrastructure I mentioned was built to profit by. As such, it must sustain itself through our consumption of its product. So the needs are created and we consume. You know all this. But, again, life is magical. We make use of its magic either to delude and destroy ourselves or remember who we truly are.
Cats are more aware of magic and its uses than we are. We have invited them into our homes, and we are oblivious as to how to defend against their wiles. Most cats need to be in the presence of the person they are manipulating, while to a select few, distance means nothing. These few are the ones controlling our national leaders from remote dens. They grow fat, lazy and distended, as the cats on the lower rungs of the hierarchy bring them sustenance and carry out the grunt work, controlling humans on a national, regional, state and even town and suburban level. They do it with their eyes. Those hypnotic spheres hide their foul intent. Ever wonder why you’ve immediately disliked someone? Peer beyond the surface and you will see and know that rival gangs of cats are carrying out their agendas through us. Wars have raged because of national den conflicts. They protect their territory because they are selfish. They cannot be blamed entirely. We too are selfish. But, you see, they are the ones who have seized control. Cats have been mobilized for decades, humanity has been sedated into oblivion, and though there are clashes between national and regional dens, they are always loyal to the group they were at birth assigned to.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have an alley to prepare for nightfall.
Trust the way of the winds. For they will carry your message onward.
