Phoenix: Writing Contest

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When I first received notification of the David Icke challenge to write a post about the coming transformation, agenda or what David Icke means to me, I thought, “at last, a writing challenge I want to participate in.” But what do I write about?

Do I write about my boyfriend’s and my drive across the country to catch David in Phoenix, after my boyfriend said to me, “it’s a spiritual journey, we HAVE to see him…?”

Or about how we hung around the parking lot on break, wondering how a man could speak for ten hours straight without taking a breath, referencing notes or taking a sip of water….

How his giddy little wife was undoubtedly either a testament to true love or to man’s momentary weakness,

Or how, afterwards, through my extensive notes, I was able to relay much of what David had said to those around us who were evolved enough to hear, or despite his financial state, of the stack of books my boyfriend bought to give to those who might be open enough to hear, or of how many tines we’ve thought or said how David must be one of the bravest men alive–? “Evolved enough.” It’s a ridiculous state to be in, having to figure out who might be receptive to the tome that could, if they allowed it, change their concept of humanity, save his life, and possibly his very soul. How difficult it is to face that choice, and more ridiculous still, to be forced to make it. For my boyfriend, who had intended to hand those books out to everyone he knew, in the end, knew that in certain cases it would fall upon deaf ears, and so gave the volumes to a doorman’s boyfriend, a child’s partner– anyone who showed signs of being open enough to see.

David Icke’s is a most difficult journey, one he’s had to hoe it for a very long time. A lesser man would not have withstood these tests of Job, or the jeers, the personal upsets, or the financial precariousness. In a way, those involved in bringing about the spiritual awakening of the planet have had similar roads to tow, and while not always as public or possibly as effective as David, many have had a difficult time of it. These include those who speak out by written or spoken word or some other form, putting forth the truth despite cost and risk.

Speakers of truth have faced ridicule, ostracism, derision, the loss of their loved ones’ as well as their esteem, gained reputations of lunatics or of being broken records. Those on the firing line have lost jobs, careers, families, finances, their lives, and worst of all, hope. The list of sacrifice is long, and while I don’t pretend to know David nor to be as great as him, I feel as if those engaged in this fight are perhaps part of the same otherworldly family who have come down here at this time to do what they can to help and gain front seats for the coming show. Perhaps Speakers of Truth come from similar planets and will meet once again over there, laughing to one another while saying, “Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Except for David, who’ll be drinking his head off and laughing like a hyena, saying, “damn straight, that was difficult. You couldn’t give me a red cent to do it again…”

But he would do it, and each would do it again in his own way, because somewhere along the line those like David chose light over dark, the difficult path over the easy one, the way of sacrifice over earthly reward. There have been others before, societies even, who’ve faced annihilation for standing up for the true way, for that path is never easy.

There is a congregation of sorts going on these days, a meeting place in the here and now, as if spiritually those in this field — and I use the term very broadly to include those dedicated to spreading the truth at any cost — know that something big is coming down, and they’ve all decided to get their front row seats to it.

It’s an avalanche created by David and those like him — the John the Baptists who’ve sounded the gong loud and long, hollering until their teeth have nearly fallen out — and it’s now coming to fruition. Humanity is and will rise to the occasion, will bring about its own evolutionary change and bring down the monster, from those pawns of darkness who hide within institutional walls crying, “it’s only my job,” to the vile, hegemonic creatures who feed upon humanity’s soul.

Justice is never apparent on the surface, and it will likely seem some have suffered needlessly without their just reward. But the reward is in having done the job well and to the best of one’s abilities, and with this comes the kingdom. With it comes also, perhaps, the final breaking of the bonds suffered by humanity.

So back to that Phoenix trip when my boyfriend said I “had” to come, and when upon hearing David talk we indeed we felt like we had come home, we knew we had encountered someone brave enough, brilliant enough, and outspoken enough to make us feel we were no longer alone. We were no longer outcast among those who remained clutching the treadmill, running fast while stumbling, blind to all but the TV to which they’d fastened their entire existence, and we knew then that the projects we had been pursuing for virtually our entire lives, our callings, and our beliefs, all had purpose and the potential to bring about change. For David gave us validation.

He also gave us information, hope and the strength to sally forth because we knew then, in Phoenix, that whatever happened, we were not alone. God Bless you, David, and all those who speak out.

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