Broken Compass

Since the beginning of documented (recorded) his-story, the inhabitants of this realm have been subjugated to a subtle, and diverse spectrum of divisionary tactics.

Continent, country, state, county, region, municipality, city, town, township, borders, perimeter and property fencing, just to name a few. And, within those designated “areas” the division goes even deeper: Separated through religion, politics, beliefs systems, sports teams, preferences on “informational outlets” N.E.W.S. (North, East, West, South or—News (current events), Entertainment, Weather, Sports) with a conglomerate of “the most up-to-date and accurate programming television has to offer,” and the “anchors” firmly in their place, designed to hold us down with rugged chains; preventing the viewer “ship” from straying too far.

Middle of last week I was asked, “don’t you watch the news?”

“I do not.”

“Why?”

Without even thinking I replied, “I don’t want to be influenced.”

It was the most honest answer I could muster.

To be influenced from an outside source into making decisions, guided by that “reputable” and “trusted source,” throws off the individual’s natural compass. The N.E.W.S. “compass,” will guide the influenced to wherever the “programming” (it has the name ‘television programming’ for a reason) decides is the right direction for the moment.

And we as a people, are easily influenced. Malleable. That much is beyond obvious.

Typically, always two clear choices. Always two, for some reason. Of course, there are side paths to explore when the needle is allowed to deviate off course. A temporary distraction. But the realm’s inhabitants are usually steered down one of two distinct paths.

I don’t even think I need to define the paths.

I enjoy the scenery, smells, sights, sounds, options and experiences of walking barefoot down my own narrow path. I like to follow my own personal compass. And that choice-guiding tool I utilize is deep, deep inside my being. I influence myself. I don’t require an outside source to tell me how to think, what to think, how to act, what to do, where to go; what to read, study, and research, who is right and who is wrong, who to interact with, and dictate to me how to live my life.

It’s my life. Damn it!

Those easily influenced, through the power and suggestion of the influencers, will then become the influencers themselves. No original thought. Just more parroting, memorizing provided data and regurgitation of the words, thoughts, and ideas of others.

The illusion continues.

I was slightly taken aback, and it made my stomach gurgle a little, but a close friend of mine recently informed me that I am one of the “woke”.

At first, I chortled (is that a compliment, or an insult? Is that some bizarre culty thing?) I’m not sure what that is exactly. I had to look it up to be clear. I keep searching myself for the true definition of what “woke” really means, in today’s society.

Does it mean I’m no longer “asleep”? Could it be as easy and forthright as that? Could it mean that the hypnotists and the wizards have lost their grip on my decision making processes? Is woke tied into the “apocalypse” idea/philosophy? Personal revelations? The tearing of the veil? What was once invisible, is now subjectively apparent? (Shouldn’t that be the goal? Shouldn’t “wokeness” be something to strive for?)

Ok… cool. I suppose I’m “woke”. Not a big fan of the word, but I’ll take it, I guess (shrug)?

To be honest, I can’t really see that as a huge negative. To be asleep, hypnotized under the spell of the word wizards, surrounded by illusions of choice, is to be wandering aimlessly around the land of the lost. The true labyrinth, always chased by monsters; and then falling into booby traps. I don’t like being lost. I need to be grounded. I require a solid foundation.

That foundation comes from within, and never without.

From a solid internal base I have the ability to grow, without the aid of outside sources telling me how to establish that base. The labyrinth doesn’t exist in my world. I burned that bitch to the ground years ago.

What does it take to become one of the “woke”? I have no idea. I’ll have to get back to you on that. I’m still trying to figure out life, and what it means to be truly alive.

I suppose the woke journey is for the individual, and the individual alone. And because I adhere to the idea that I should never impede in another’s free-will or attempt to influence others with “my” beliefs, opinions, and subjective ideas, I have to just keep following this path, as an individual, and see where it ends up.

Have I been subjected to the influencers and been under the spells? Of course. I’ve had numerous influencers throughout my life, trying to direct me, and choose my path, swaying my decisions. Always pointing in the opposite direction and “guiding” me to follow a compass heading antithetical to where I truly want to go.

At the onset of world building for my series, I disconnected from all science fiction venues. I didn’t want anything influencing me anymore. I needed my work to be unique, and not a copy of anything else. Wholly original.

For roughly 30 years I believe my compass was busted. I had no idea of where to go, what to do, or how to do it, or what steps to take to get there.

The only way I could fix my broken compass was to get the damn thing to stop spinning.

Once it stopped spinning, I was able to narrow my focus toward the direction of my true and actual compass heading.

By following that logical path I disconnected from the influencers, and the world changed.

My world changed. Everything changed.

The wizards and spell casters were no more. My ship was free to sail. No anchor.

A fascinating ride with twists and turns, adventure, and imagination. Storms to navigate, with rocks and obstacles to avoid.

The realm opened wider and doors appeared which were never there before. New energy. New concepts. A new existence. A new life.

Life is good. It’s fun to be “woke”. The possibilities are endless.

And because the possibilities are endless, I’m proud to announce the sequel to the Surrender Game is now complete. I’m going to let it simmer and rest for a week or two before I give it the final pass over.

(be ready for me Morgan šŸ˜‰

When that is done, I’ll send it to my team, and then I can speak on it a bit more.

As a teaser, If you enjoy mermaids, mermen, Atlantis mythology, historical twists, unique characters, unique villains, with fast paced foot to the floor action, all nestled in and comfy-cozy wrapped up in a science fiction environment, the Guardian War Chronicles, Vol II, Rise of the Merma, may be right up your alley.

peace

The award winning, five star rated science fiction novel, The Surrender Game, Vol I of the Guardian War Chronicles, is available for purchase on Kindle for only $2.99. Free, with Kindle Unlimited. For the Surrender Game cinematic trailer, check out the link. Please subscribe in the provided area (three dots, upper right corner) to receive a notification of new posts by email or feel free to like my Facebook page to receive information about the Guardian War Chronicles and sequels to come.

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