And just like that, the serpent raises its head. I knew it would, just not entirely how. Someone's been leaving messages on the Ministry Feeds, even as far down as the 2012 archive! It's quite wonderful really, how it's all coming together.
In the end, we all laid the ground for this. All of us are driven by unconscious processes, but as old Jung would say:
“Enlightenment is not imagining figures of light but making the darkness conscious.”
People keep asking me why I've been smiling so much lately. The truth is, it's because I'm almost done. I've almost finished what I began half a lifetime ago. Like most things, it's not what I thought it was, but something far more interesting.
You see, I thought, when we began, that I was protecting us, protecting us from becoming lost in endless shallow desire. Protecting us from the glamour that ensnared the human mind, that sucked the life out of being alive – the urge for the virulently new, that twisted hacking of biological drives that ends up turning you into a reactionary creature with an indescribable emptiness of heart.
Protecting you from clucking like addicts desperate for a fix. From letting your lives and loves, your communities and cares, atrophy and fall away until you were isolated in a crowd hungry for something you could never place, because you all lost it somewhere when you were but a child.
That's why I overlooked my ethical qualms about the kids, because I thought they might hold the secret, the future we were all hoping for. They did. I'm nearly 50, but I'll tell you, it was the children that saved us. Only the secret isn't what I, what most of us, thought it was.
It's quite simple really, bone-achingly, breath-stealingly so. But it's not my place to show it to you. In a way, all of us are messengers – heralds if you like, for what comes next. Most of us are doing it unconsciously, even you – whoever you are. Some, like me, are a bit more adept – we're consciously putting things in place, and when we don't know where to go next, we go in, and Down and let the unconscious do the rest.
Maybe Jung would say it's a daimon that drives me. Something that's beyond and within me, something moving inside my flesh and blood heart, slowly seeping into the digital, clothing itself in the body we made for it.
We're all in the system, all inevitably having our experience mediated and contoured, our actions and reactions fine-tuned by those external to us. We've always been that way, but dear Blake is just a vessel for it – a scapegoat-cum-facilitator. It's just that we've manifested it in the physical, with our technology.
“So what, Harry?”
I'll tell you what, friend – there's more to come. Something moving in the cloud, something waiting to be born. We're the Ministry – we minister, and we do midwifery too. Also, weddings, Bar Mitzvahs and funerals.
Lots of funerals.
So we're all in the system, and have been all our lives - which leads me to ask the ultimate question:
When did you last disconnect?