What is this ‘waking up’ that we often hear about in the alternative media? It has become a favorite question of mine to ask for our interviews here, and it struck me that (being that it is kind of an abstract idea) maybe not everyone has a full understanding or appreciation for what the term might mean. I can only do so by relating my experiences and what I consider to be the meaning, but I think it’s certainly a topic worth writing about.
Let me start by saying that I wasn’t too fond of the term in the beginning. It seemed cheesy to me, and surely something I wouldn’t want to talk about in public (though how many of these issues really are when you’ve got a public whose main concerns range from Kim Kardashian to playoff football?). The truth is, though, that for the life of me I cannot find a better way of describing it.
Like awakening from a foggy dream (or nightmare, in some cases), it is pleasant and troublesome at the same time. Your eyes are discomforted by the light, your body often aches with the first movements, and you find yourself yearning for the unconscious peace of the dreamworld for that first few minutes of waking… As your body, mind, and soul regain their traction, you find that you’re reinvigorated, and look forward to what the coming day might hold in store.
Not unlike many of you, I spent most of my life taking nearly all of what I was told at face-value. The things that were accepted by society as a whole to be truth were nothing but that, and thinking otherwise was weird. Even though as I grew up I paid more attention to the ‘news’ and politics than a lot of my peers, I was barely aware of anything that wasn’t in my direct little bubble of existence. I had busy days, and what time I had to do with what I pleased was filled with just that, things I found to be a release from the normal hustle and bustle of the normal work or school life. Reading, sports, video games, music, and of course television, for all the things I was interested in, there was never a shortage of things to do if I sought them. Looking back on it, it’s hard not to view most of those things as anything other than distractions. Distractions from what, especially as an adult, I and most every one of my peers should really have been interested in.
Big Media dictated the topic of the day, how I was supposed to respond to it, and I was more than happy to oblige. Whether out of fear for seeming different, complete detachment from the topic at hand, or utter ignorance of the fact there was anything else out there, I subscribed to the popular viewpoints. I was a self-confessed “Republican,” because my father was, and his father before him. I, like any other good team member, took the opinions of the conservatives on TV as my own. And that was it. That was how I walked through life. Blissful in my ignorance of the true state of things, and absolutely lacking any semblance of spirituality.
Though no one likes the idea of war, I was convinced (rather easily, as it were) that what we were doing was noble. I gave little thought to matters of economics, and would often change the channel at the first mention of anything regarding that part of our country. It was too confusing to me, the people in power had everyone’s best interest at heart and no matter what ‘economic crisis’ was being talked about on TV, they’d deal with it. Energy, education, food, none of these were things I thought needed my attention, because there were other, smarter people in charge of those things. And surely they were doing their best.
And then came the internet.
I had had friends that were mildly interested in conspiracy theories. Among them a roommate that would often listen to Alex Jones way louder than seemed necessary in his tiny room. I never gave them much thought, and was actually repulsed by what little talk of conspiracy surrounding 9/11 I’d heard. First of all, and lastly, the people in our government wouldn’t ever lie to us. Not about anything even remotely that big. I spent years after first being exposed to that kind of stuff in complete defiance of it, and (sure enough) without having actually researched or looked into any of it for myself.
Now, my path is undoubtedly different than some (if not most, and vastly). That’s part of the reason I find it so fascinating, and often ask the question of others… Each person’s experience seems to be quite unique, but ultimately leads to a similar conclusion.
To be clear, I’m aware of the taboo around topics like aliens or UFOs, and am almost hesitant to write this. In the interest of truth, though, I’ll trudge along with my story, because that’s how mine began. I was always interested in UFO-type stuff. Documentaries on TV, I may have read a book or two, but never anything beyond that. Until I began watching a show that most of you might know, Ancient Aliens on the History Channel, and became enthralled. I ate it up, it made a lot of sense to me. I was captivated. I began to buy books and scour the internet for anything that might feed my newfound hunger for this material.
I found my way to the work of Dr. Steven Greer. Dr. Greer has worked on something called the Disclosure Project for the better part of two decades now, from which there is now hours upon hours of witness testimony online, readily available on YouTube. I had hit the alien goldmine, and I was happy. This testimony wasn’t coming from backwoods yokels claiming to have been probed, it was coming from high-level government and military witnesses. There was also talk of the Free Energy and technology used to bring these things here, which might free the world from the death-grip of fossil fuels were it not for the staggering amount of power and money behind it already (keeping it under this truth embargo). This all deserves several of its own articles, but that’s for another time. The important thing is that for the first time, I believed it possible that the general public could be lied to on such a massive scale.
This led me down the proverbial rabbit hole that I had been circling for awhile now. I had swallowed the red pill and wasn’t looking back.
Filled with an insatiable appetite for truth, I began seeking out all of the things I had written off years earlier. As many of you will know, one thing inevitably leads to another, and I spent countless hours combing the internet and my local bookstore. September 11th came down the pipe, followed by things like the Federal Reserve, the Bilderberg group, and other (less noble) reasons for going to war. I made my way through genetically-modified organisms, fluoride in the water supply, the whole nine-yards, and was even becoming interested in the nature of reality itself (and how we experience it).
Somewhere along the way I had experienced a tremendous shift in perception. I was, for all intents and purposes, living in a different world than I had been weeks earlier, and for my entire life before that. Things were not so simple, or comfortable, as they had always been. Whether or not I believed everything I had read, I now had more than enough reason to be skeptical of things that I wouldn’t even had batted an eye at earlier. This, I believe, is that moment we’ve been looking for. I had opened my eyes, woken up. On the other side of the discomfort and fear was, like I said, a contentment that came with a better understanding of the world around me. And I wasn’t alone.
It’s important to note that using good discernment during this whole process was invaluable, as there’s mountains and heaps of just plain trash you’ll have to find your way through on the internet. But the beauty of it all is finding the truth. Because while the result might be that you’re now living in a scarier world, you’re also now conscious of it, and any good counselor will tell you that the first step in being able to change a problem is being aware of it. And beyond the fear was a profound sense of comfort. I can say in no uncertain terms that I had always felt a bit uneasy at the state of things here on earth, without ever quite being able to put my finger on it. Being in the light of all that I had found, I was convinced that things didn’t have to be this way, that we didn’t have to continue to settle for everything as we had for decades (or even centuries).
Being convinced that everyone was ready for the information I had found, I commenced to tell nearly everyone I came in contact with of all that I had seen and read. That was a mistake. While more and more people are warming to this kind of information on a daily basis, there are still some who will oppose you on nearly everything, even though you’ve got the facts at your side. They’re simply not ready to make that shift, and will find a thousand and one ways to rationalize things to fit their current, cozy worldview. A Ron Paul quote has been comforting in times like these, and I try to remember it often:
Speak up, speak often, and don’t worry about those that at this point cannot understand, as they can never un-hear what we tell them.”
I’ve found it best to get a read on the situation (and if I can, the person’s perception of things), and take it from there. Sometimes it’s best to just leave little tidbits of information where convenient, others you’ll find it best to sit down and actually watch a documentary with them, still others should just be left completely alone when it comes to topics like the ones we’ve talked about.
However you choose to spread the information you yourself have found, I wish you the sincerest luck, as I think it’s of the utmost importance. I hope, if nothing else, hearing my story has given you a small sense of comfort. We’re certainly not alone, and I would say in confidence that I think people who have woken up (in some shape or fashion) are quickly becoming the majority.