“Oh, books, what books they used to know, Those children living long ago! So please, oh please, we beg, we pray, Go throw your TV set away, And in its place you can install A lovely bookshelf on the wall.”
― Roald Dahl, Charlie and the Chocolate La Fabrica
The sound was so bright and hot it burned at Charlie’s eardrums. He felt that he needed to pull the shades to dull the sounds from the waking world outside. Waking up is a hard thing to do. Kinda sounds like a song. He had drunk much too much last night. Much more than his little brain could handle. Of course what he was drinking was not alcohol, no not booze, it was information. And the kind of information that has a tendency, lately if not for some time of having you wind up, wrapped up around a doorknob, if you get my drift?
Well, no use trying to stay in bed. There was so much work to be done putting all the pieces of this diabolical puzzle together. So up it is, into the world of “the Awake”.
“So shines a good deed in a weary world.”
― Roald Dahl, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
At first flash of Eden
We race down to the sea
Standing there on freedom’s shore
Waiting for the sun
Waiting for the sun
Waiting for the sun
— Waiting For The Sun, The Doors
II
Oompa Loompas:
Oompa Loompa doompadee doo
I’ve got another puzzle for you
Oompa Loompa doompadah dee
If you are wise you’ll listen to me
—Oompa Loompa song
Charlie took the brush off the bone white pedestal sink. Like a magician on an old cartoon he waved it through his still thick brown hair. Pushing at the hairs until they stood upright at attention, and he was satisfied that would do for the day. His long vein covered fingers set the brush down gently as Charlie peered into the glass before his eyes. “Fifty years gone by so fast”, Charlie thought to himself. He let his mind drift back to his grade school years, and how the world seemed so good, and special, and each day held more wonderful things to learn. Playing in the pouring rain, searching out new trails by the creek, catching small trout with his cane pole. But now it seems that everything was just a fantasy, all the things he thought were real are crumbling away. Each new discovery now only brings a sense of horror. It is like two separate dimensions have come crashing into each other and have become entangled. How about Mary? Was she still beautiful and clean and special? Or was she just an illusion from a broken past also. Maybe he could find her after all these years. Get a phone number and give her a call. Would she answer? Was she even alive still? Does she still wear her hair in those pigtails? “Oh my,” thought Charlie, “how silly my thinking has become.”
Mary was standing in front of the mirror just finishing up her hair. “Pigtails?”, she said to herself. “I haven’t worn my hair in pigtail since…”
The screen door slams, Mary’s dress waves
Like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey, that’s me and I want you only
Don’t turn me home again, I just can’t face myself alone again
Don’t run back inside, darling, you know just what I’m here for
So you’re scared and you’re thinking that maybe we ain’t that young anymore
Show a little faith, there’s magic in the night
You ain’t a beauty but, hey, you’re alright
Oh, and that’s alright with me
—Thunder Road, Bruce Springsteen
How do you define real? If you’re talking about what you can feel, what you can smell, what you can taste and see, then real is simply electrical signals interpreted by your brain. Neo, sooner or later you’re going to realize, just as I did, that there’s a difference between knowing the path, and walking the path.
—The Matrix
III
“The poets leave hell and again behold the stars.”
― Dante Alighieri, Inferno
Now outside the sun was even more harsh. Every day it seemed to get hotter. Charlie’s pale skin couldn’t take it anymore. He seemed to burn so easily. That is why most of his time was spent indoors in the day, waiting for the sun to set before venturing out. But today he had a few important errands that could only be accomplished during the day.
Walking down the street from his place Charlie passed an older woman and a young girl. “Too old to be her mother” Charlie thought, But these days nothing would be out of the question as far as he was concerned. Charlie shuffled by making his way through town and searching for the address he had in his head. As he crossed the next intersection he began to feel a burning on his skin and a slight pain in his head. Looking up he could see the beastly tower that made all that streaming information possible on the little black screens that everyone was carrying with them. What a change since Charlie was young. But Charlie knew there was even more to this whole situation than that, more than almost anyone realized. This conspiracy was big and has been going on a very long time. Charlie had been know to say, “I traced it all the way back to the Garden”
Please allow me to introduce myself
I’m a man of wealth and taste
I’ve been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man’s soul to waste
—Sympathy for the Devil, The Rolling Stones
And truth be told Charlie was more on track than he knew with that statement.
“So shines a good deed in a weary world.”
― Roald Dahl, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
IV
“There’s no earthly way of knowing Which direction they are going! There’s no knowing where they’re rowing, Or which way the river’s flowing! Not a speck of light is showing, So the danger must be growing, For the rowers keep on rowing, And they’re certainly not showing Any signs that they are slowing….”
― Roald Dahl, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
The Beast system is what they were calling it in the “Conspiracy Theory ” circles. But as Mary had begun to learn, it’s wasn’t long that the things labeled that way were found to be all too real. “The whole world seemed to be going crazy lately”, she thought. But there they were putting up some sort of weird antennae on the pole right in front of her home. In her fancy and quite expensive subdivision it was not unusual to have the latest technology brought in first. Now Mary was searching frantically every article she could find on 5G and microwaves, smart meters, radiation, and even finding that it had a connection to Chemtrails. “Oh,” she thought, “I may have gone off the deep end.” But the truth was, everyone around was getting sicker by the day. And Bruce, who had always been strong went so quickly. He hadn’t had any problems it seemed until that little bit of blood he mentioned. These were supposed to be their best years. Time for just the two of them to enjoy each other. Spoil the grand-kids.
That all changed quickly. A visit to his doctor and there it was. Prostate Cancer. “Damn those words”, Mary said in her mind. “With all we think we know, all the advances we have made in medicine, and then from the diagnosis to his passing just weeks?” she continued to ponder.
“O human race, born to fly upward, wherefore at a little wind dost thou so fall?”
― Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy
“Understanding our own thoughts can put quite the burden on a man’s soul”, Charlie thought, as he continued his journey. But facts is what he was after right now. And his determination grew with each little bit of information gathered.
And everybody’s wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy blood
Sticker smiles sweet as Gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud
And I said, “Hey, gunner man, that’s qucksand, that’s quicksand, that ain’t mud
Have you thrown your senses to the war, or did you lose them in the flood?”
—Lost in The Flood Bruce Springsteen
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