January 6, 2021
The year was 1989. I was a freshman in high school and although I remember the fall of the Berlin Wall, it meant relatively nothing to me. The act of tearing down communism in eastern and central Europe was of little concern, as I was oblivious to foreign affairs. The song “Wind of Change” became popular and I thought it was good, but it didn’t resonate with my life. I didn’t get it.
Fast forward to present day, and I have a different perspective. I know now, that I had family living in Soviet-controlled East Germany. I am aware that my grandfather’s 'Berke' cousins, aunts and uncles, had suffered this tyranny and oppression for decades. Their homeland was given away, the borders redrawn. (My great-grandfather was born in Neumark, Prussia which is present day Lubuskie, Poland. My great-great grandmother died in 1945 in Leipzig.) I am sorry that I didn’t have the awareness, or understanding at the time, to empathize with what they went through. I’m sure that they, unlike me, didn’t take freedom for granted.
How quickly we all forget. Hypnotized by television, social media, the internet, mainstream media - mainstream everything – our lives are lived in a reality far from the horrors of the world wars and the aftermath of a communist takeover.
But if we open our eyes…if we really take the time to see what’s going on…and we are cognizant of the symptoms of tyranny, it becomes obvious that communism isn’t coming. It’s here. This is the premise of the great ‘reset’. It’s the easiest way to usher in a new form of control.
The four stages of this implementation (as told by former defected KGB spy Yuri Bezmenov) include demoralization, destabilization, crisis, and normalization. *Bezmenov mentioned in the 1980s that the United States had already been demoralized and destabilized. Crisis after crisis has prevailed. Problems occur, solutions are offered by compromised politicians, and the misery we are now currently living in is supposed to be the ‘new normal’.
Today we are divided more than ever and in every way imaginable. This…this…is the plan. It's the Bolshevik Revolution part 2. These ‘globalists’ are smart. They know what they are doing. And they are following a script that they can easily alter to achieve the same outcome if things go south.
We are living in a time where the wind feels like its blowing from the lair of the wicked witch of the west. Freedom of speech is censored, freedom of religion altered, freedom of press crushed unless you peddle mainstream propaganda, and freedom to assemble prohibited. Answering to the state, who is considered to be even over God, is communism. And so, I ask what we have left when even our spiritual beliefs are condemned?
This is the bigger picture. ‘Covid’ is simply a branch on the dying tree of what was and will never be again unless we wake up. We have to come together with the knowledge that pretentious unity only divides more deeply. Hate is poison to the soul. It destroys. It separates. And so, with all of the sanity we can muster, we have to start listening to each other with compassion and without judgement. It’s time for the winds to shift. It’s time for the winds of change to cleanse our thoughts and minds….but most importantly our hearts.
"Wind Of Change"
The Scorpions
I follow the Moskva Down to Gorky Park Listening to the wind of change An August summer night Soldiers passing by Listening to the wind of change The world is closing in Did you ever think That we could be so close, like brothers The future's in the air I can feel it everywhere Blowing with the wind of change Take me to the magic of the moment On a glory night Where the children of tomorrow dream away in the wind of change Walking down the street Distant memories Are buried in the past forever I follow the Moskva Down to Gorky Park Listening to the wind of change Take me to the magic of the moment On a glory night Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams With you and me Take me to the magic of the moment On a glory night Where the children of tomorrow dream away in the wind of change The wind of change Blows straight into the face of time Like a stormwind that will ring the freedom bell For peace of mind Let your balalaika sing What my guitar wants to say Take me to the magic of the moment On a glory night Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams With you and me Take me to the magic of the moment On a glory night Where the children of tomorrow dream away in the wind of change