The Power Of Silence

They say if you don't have anything to say then don't say anything. That's what I have chosen to do at the moment. I'm sitting back on the outside, merely looking in ... watching as the box's lid has been swung open wide. The media circus has slowly come back to life with its creaking carousels swinging round. The big wheel has not yet been activated but side stalls are a plenty. More distractions for joe public to feast upon. More toffee apples to munch ... the show may have started once again. I sit back ... I merely observe as the contents of the box are slowly brought into view. I gauge the order to glean what activity is active again within the hive mind. For the bees appear to be buzzing again ... my failure to comment is not because I have lost sense of the plot; its not because there is nothing more to say. I exercise the power of silence. I establish the form which the forthcoming glamours are about to take. In the wake of other places and the the domino effect gathering momentum ... it seems the media circus has once more had its covers lifted and put on stand by. Faces in the shadows across the lines of the network feel uneasy about unforeseen events. There are the murmurs of unease growing. Established lines of conduct could be broken. There is change. And the established forces which know how to 'cover each others behinds' are preparing to enact those old lines of honour once more. But .... but what? I will be passing comment again; words of inspiration and insight will come tumbling again some day soon. The media circus is a defence mechanism perhaps ... a distraction; a programmed way of thinking to avert minds away from those places that the shadow people perceive as dangerous; dangerous to them. But perhaps enlightenment for others. They hide and they lurk in a reality unperceivable to the many. A reality they do not wish the outside world to know. Their established networks keep us out. Their minds perhaps not their own ... they programme this reality, which is our reality, into the shape that their altered minds demand. Change is prophesised and has been for centuries. Some is disinformation. Some is not. The shadow people are uneasy because they sense the beginning of the end, perhaps. As the wheels do not run as smoothly as they wish. I digress. I draw thus this to a close ... I immerse myself in the power of silence. I observe. I watch how the box's contents are put on public display. But I stand ready to return to passing inspired judgement ...