Speaking of Dreams
by Nowick Gray
Field of Dreams, part 2
“Field of Dreams” is an apt container, not only for the sport of baseball, but what it represents, in our daily waking life. The old way… walking along a summer country road, gnats in the air, tawny grasses buzzing. A time of youth and innocence, renewed yearly to feed our memories and connections to the past, and to the recurrent cycles of nature.
The summer game that became the American pastime, now a civilized sport, recalls the physical actions of a hunting culture, million-year arts of survival: uniquely human gifts of skill, strength, and finesse, now doing no harm to fellow creatures.
Today, I walk alone on the edge of the highway, safe on the shoulder facing oncoming traffic. Alert when a hot-rodder, as if reading my thoughts and testing my theory of the benevolent speedster, zooms out of the blue to pass the car in my lane headed for town. I survive, more alert than before. A few steps later, a guy on a humble electric scooter glides past, holding up a dozen cars fixed on their destination. In conclusion, some are heedless of harm, others bent on their own path; thus we have modern society.
On many roads on this island, pedestrians rule. Claiming space in the driving lane; crossing streets oblivious to the world around their captivating screen. In early summer the cyclists arrive in droves, pumping relentlessly up Ganges hill, or dallying along Beddis Road, neither thoroughfare blessed with navigable shoulders, let alone dedicated bike lanes. The result, a deadly hazard for all. Yet, here we all are, vying for turf.
Who gets the last at bat? The last play before the clock runs out? The penalty shot that makes it or breaks it?
It’s what we do: getting around, running errands, delivering kids, joyriding… But some choose not to go to town today; not to play bumper cars; not even to turn on the game. “All the marbles” are already here—in the land, the water, the unsprayed air. Some go walking in leafy wonder on a winding creek road, or down a wild beach where the wild geese rest.
Do you remember nature? Do you ever go there? We all recognize that place, memorialized in our photo albums. Backgrounding our computer screens and movie sets, populating our zoos.
Do I ramble? So it is, the walking pace, the human scope. Thoughts, impressions, the world alive, measured in stride. Where we came from, where we are going, and the moment between. How is it for you? If you’ve got a moment.
Away from the screen, that is. In the past, screens were used for camouflage, for the hunter to hide behind, waiting for prey to come within striking distance of the blind. Today they are used to screen us from the gazes of others on city streets; to distract us from our own thoughts; to shield us from the simultaneous predations of our data, our identities, our souls.
Have even our dreams now been hacked, removed from living fields of play and wonder, rendered obsolete and shelved in dusty memory? Have we lost use of our living senses and now rely on apps to define our dreams, muting our voices in fingertip code? What will we have left to say when we awake?
(more: Field of Dreams, part 1)
To Speak or Not to Speak
“To be or not to be” was the existential question burning for Shakespeare’s Hamlet. Today, our dilemma is compounded, not only by life-and-death medical choices (and the lack thereof) but the ethical quandary of whether to lie low, hide in the herd, and hold our tongue—or to speak out against the collective madness. Somebody has to do it, even if we risk persecution for following this human duty, standing up for justice against criminal malfeasance and deadly intent.
Shut up or suffer!
‘It is very risky for anyone in the medical community to criticize any aspect of covid policy. This includes mask policy, alternative therapies, vaccine mandates, or quarantines. Licensing boards, including the American Board of Internal Medicine, have threatened physicians with the loss of licensure for spreading “disinformation” about covid-19. Of course, disinformation has nothing to do with correct or incorrect information, but rather means anything that contradicts a political narrative. The practice of medicine is gradually being transformed from a scientific inquiry seeking fact into a religious cult accepting dogma under the threat of excommunication.’ —Dr. Gilbert Berdine
Better to say nothing?
‘Prepping for the coming storms is a worthwhile expenditure of your time but making sure you tribe up with like minded armed individuals will be your best bet to survive. You have been declared an enemy of the state. That is all the incentive you should need to do whatever is necessary to win this coming war. Remember – Whatever You Say, Say Nothing.’ —Jim Quinn
On the other hand…
‘The most important thing is definitely that [those who don’t want to go along with the technocratic system] should choose to speak out… we should continue to speak out, no matter how difficult it becomes.’ (Mattias Desmet)
[If we remain silent they will destroy us, like they did in the Soviet Union in 1930 and in Nazi Germany in 1935, after those dissidents went silent. It’s not that we can expect to wake people up. But if we continue speaking we will create enough dissonance in the hypnotic monotone of propaganda to disrupt the spell, preventing the extremity of witch-burning. Eventually the spellbound mass will self-destruct, and the resistance will survive…]
‘to deliver the real ethical principles that have the potential to organize a society in which human beings can live a life worthy of a human being. That is what is awaiting us.’ —Mattias Desmet with Tucker Carlson [my paraphrasing in brackets]
‘When is the world going to wake up and begin to realize some very basic, rational common-sense arguments: if social distancing works, why do we need masks?’ If masks work, why do we need social distancing?…
‘If both social distancing and masks work, why do we need to take a vaccine? If the vaccines work, why do we need social distancing and masks combined or if the original first two jabs worked and were really that good, why would anyone need boosters, even if they considered themselves to be high-risk? And this far into the pandemic, if my last booster did some necessary clean up or repair from the injection I had before that, why then do I need another booster? And another? And yet another?’ —Dr. Robert Malone
Further research: Quarantine Reading List
Have you noticed the official narrative shifting? These weekly essays challenged the premises of the global agenda from the beginning, witnessing the manufactured crisis as a war on humanity, and asserting the integrity of the natural human spirit.
Nowick Gray is a regular contributor to The New Agora and also offers perspectives and resources for alternative culture and African drumming. Subscribe to his Substack (New World Dreaming) or visit his writings website at NowickGray.com.
(feature) Crazy Raven: Ricardo Chargingbear
geese: Nowick Gray
devices: Dr. Robert Malone substack
mice: Dr. Robert Malone substack
say nothing: Jim Quinn
packing house: el gato malo substack
incluxion: el gato malo substack
tables: Kim Usbourne
pfizerfish: Dr. Robert Malone substack
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