The Necessary Secret

There are things I would like to tell you.

These are complicated times.

We have become solitary and distrustful. Of our brothers, of our kings, and of our gods. We seek comfort in what are merely rumors of truth, logical yarns of others who say they have seen such things for themselves. But when our gods had failed us, these men remained; and our kings trusted them. And when our kings failed us, they remained still; giving us the means to bandage our wounds, navigate the world and most prolifically now, the means to entertain us.

But these men of wisdom, while wise and fraught with reason, have befallen the same corruption of our gods and our kings. We, willing and unknowingly, abide by the confused banter of science led astray. It is now more profitable to treat than it is to cure, it is now more cost effective to deny than to change. Our health, our environment and our progress; suffers at the last bastions of trust we hold in the infinite wisdom of science, which has since been bought into by wicked people indeed.

So you see, my brothers and my sisters, when I might try to speak of new frontiers and reason behind the creeping madness we now face; I am rebuked carelessly by those still entrusted to a medium of reason which has been bargained into misinformation and blindness. I can offer you no proof of my tales beyond the shared experiences of hundreds of others; for these things of which I speak improve no profit margin.

It is the corruption of man that leaves us desperate for answers and finding none, taking up our would-be weapons and our hopeful torches to shed light upon the shadows of this new age; the mysteries of the half-seen men and the presence that lingers beyond flesh. Privateers of truth, we step deeper into uncharted waters that our society has chosen to avoid.

But there is something more at play. As we cross into these new lands, we are not met with the serenity sprawling fields of open frontier. As those on this forum of the curious have encountered, and others as well, there are manners of creature and natives which we have unsettled in our cravings for answers.

There are things I would like to tell you, but cannot.

For the innumerous that have had close encounters with a mystery, our orchestrated society has deemed such subject matter inappropriate. Without the consent of science, the unknown has been decommissioned as a frontier for exploration and instead regulated to the land of fiction and religion. You cannot hope to count the number of men, women and children who have seen things that are impossible to explain in their knowledge of the world; for most of them have already dismissed the incidents as figments of their imagination or signs from their deity of choice.

But there are those of you who browse these boards seeking confirmation. There are, in fact, many who have seen such things and cannot wish them away. The events now unfold with such frequency and such ferocity, that slowly; man is less quick to deny things beyond the limits of our typical understanding. And as the majority basks in the forgetful bliss of our bickering scientists, dramatized news and billion dollar industries of distraction; those yearning for answers can only hope to find those like themselves.

It is a shame that many of those who are briefly touched by truth fall into the expected treatment of psychological medications, for these doctors are funded by pharmacies as much as they are trying to treat a disease they do not understand. Like leeches to treat a fever, your relief comes only from treating the symptoms; this light headedness is not a cure so much as it is blood loss. Worse are the truth touched who seek to fill in the blanks themselves, and they do so feverishly; acting as if the inconsistencies of religion and society will be solved if they simply drop in the role of reptiles or a second coming of a missing messiah. Many have fallen prey to these devious misinterpretations, and so too does Anonymous fight one form of these misguided brethren looking for deeper meaning in fabricated systems of the truth beyond your eyes.

In reality, the closer one comes to the truth; the more dangerous the dance becomes. Alchemists of old knew this, and many have gone mad or simply vanished after having found the truth behind the sky. In these times, we are privileged; for those with knowledge once sacred are no longer hunted down like dogs. But we are still haunted. Haunted by the knowledge itself, as well as those forces which would ensure the deepest secrets remain such.

The first person whom I ever met who seemed to be aware of these things was a kind soul. She taught me simple things, the whispering of rituals and methods handed down from wizards to psychics and all manner of madmen’s label from times before Christ. Simple things that would open my eyes, in time; but not before she became endangered for what she knew, and like so many, she fled friends and family in order to protect them from what followed her. I could not understand then, but I understand well now.

We draw closer to the heart of this mystery. This great unfolding, inevitable, seems close at hand. Many would doubt my sincerity for my lack of evidence, and I would gesture to those around us who have felt and seen and heard echoes of the same. Others would doubt the extent of my experience, for some things it seems man simply shouldn’t know and live. But the reason that I live, is because I do not speak the full gravity of what I have witnessed. It is with heavy heart and tied hands that I do not tell you the specifics of the whispers beneath the floor and the shuffling behind the walls; for I am watched as you are watched. And while we all live and die beneath watchful eyes, it is the jeopardy of their plans which threatens them; and in turn threatens me. To do anything more but prepare you subtly and gracefully would surely bring them down upon my head.

Is it selfish then, that I have spared my sanity and mortality; while perhaps damning all of yours? I’ve heard such claims before. I’ve heard my quiet enigmatic mentions of a truth unspoken considered arrogant and pretentious; but these are all misconceptions of quick thirst become spite over the withholding of drink. I do not say and do these things to taunt you, nor to rob you of brief tastes of curiosity. If anything, this slow trickle of confirmation and history is to prepare you; to initiate you slowly to the sensation of the sea lest you drown or be swept away. Without the confirmation of our questionably funded scientists, the proof you seek will be that you obtain when you have seen it when your own eyes.

There are things I would like to tell you, but I would hope to show you instead.

So that you might see when the light shines brightest, and not be caught blinded.