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BAD WAR, STOP the WAR, or BANKSYLAND - impressions about life

Updated: Sep 14

February 23rd, 2023

author: Katarzyna Nowocin-Kowalczyk (Catherine)

Bad War, Stop the War, Or Banksyland - impressions about life with the cultural expert's eye

text from the book: TIME OF CHANGES

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Bad War, Stop the War, Or Banksyland - TIME OF CHANGES - Katarzyna Nowocin-Kowalczyk

“Stop the war!” - shouts street art.

“What war?” - asks someone, surprised.

“A war for your mind. A war for your heart. A war for your soul. A war for you. For the human being.”

And this war has been going on for a long time. In you and around you. Poison administered in small doses. It doesn't seem to kill immediately, but it spoils from the inside. It hypnotizes. It mixes up thoughts. It confuses vision. It dehumanizes. A blue pill that lulls you into an illusion and doesn't allow you to see the truth. You think that you think and don't see that it's just a well-loaded program into your head's computer. Someone is programming you to think, say, and do. You see a pink elephant in the middle of the room, which grabs your attention, distracting it from what really matters. A pink elephant pleases, seduces, stimulates your stimuli in the illusion of normality and obscures the right image. You see the reality reversed. You see the Matrix and you become the Matrix yourself. Because the Matrix is in your head.

You are on the other side of the mirror, in a place where the image is distorted. In a place where the Lie became the Truth and the Truth was considered a lie. And you considered this distorted world to be normality and called it Normality. Pulp fiction.

You find yourself in a world where monkeys pretend to be human and rats run in a race. The menacing lion seems to be a cuddly kitten with a bow, and the bird with huge wings pretends to be a dove of peace. He puts on a bulletproof vest and becomes a target for the bullet. Or is Peace an end in itself? Because when you look around this world, you will see rodents rampaging everywhere, biting, biting and nibbling. One click of the mouse and someone's world is blown to dust. Someone is destroyed. Maybe YOU? Control and Extermination of the Disobedient.

You live in a world of masks. A masked person throws a bomb hidden in a bouquet of flowers. But you only see flowers. Evil can create illusions and is a master of manipulating words. He deftly juggles words that mesmerize and lull your vigilance. Words that say seductively: You have a choice. You clap your hands at these words and hear no further words. You can't hear because your attention is turned off. The program in your head works. And what do the words you can't hear say? They say: "You can vote for one puppet politician or another puppet politician. For those who we will provide for you. We don't care which one you choose. We control both. We are the ones who pull the strings. We are the rulers of this world. You see us, but you don't see us. You seem to think, but you don't. We control your thoughts. We control the world. Our maxim is: divide and rule. It always works. That's why you can't vote for those who came from the street. Because they chose the red pill and got out of control. They got access to a phone that we don't control. They got to know our true face. They discovered our secrets. They departed Matrix.”

The dehumanization of man continues. Depopulation continues. Dehumanization continues. A woman ceases to be a woman, and a man ceases to be a man. You don't know who is who anymore and often you don't know who you are. Sex change was reduced to a change in hair color. Your attention is directed to shopping scavenging, like cavemen for big game, and praying to supermarkets and their discounts. Matter became a god.

Chaos. Chaos in the head, in the heart, in the soul. Chaos in the state and chaos in the world. Who is who, what is what, who am I? What is truth, what a nightmare dreamed in the so-called reality?

Welcome to hell. Welcome to the Matrix.

The heart is crying. The body begins to deteriorate and body diseases become your everyday life. Because a disease is born in the head. Depression and fear become your everyday life. Fear breeds aggression. Aggression, war, and division. And you only see and hear what your head is shouting. You call it logic. And in all of this there is a quiet whisper that says: “Hear me. See me. Feel me. Hug me.” It's the whisper of your soul. The whisper of your heart. Whisper of an Angel.

Omnipresent mind control. Reversed narrative. Changed meaning of the words Newspeak. And here the child hugs the bomb like a teddy bear, and someone tells him to believe that this is how it should be. But the child sees differently. A child hears differently. The child feels differently. Because a child looks with the heart. And the child says: NO. To its surprise, the child notices that apart from a black, supposedly protective umbrella, it is not raining. It's just an illusion. All you have to do is get out of the Matrix of your head. And the child releases a heart-shaped balloon. It sends love. Children are the guardians of a new, beautiful and free world. A world based on love. A world without war and without divisions.

The street artist who shows this world of reversed narrative is Banksy. And I stand next to him, I say with him: Stop the War. Stop mind control. Stop divisions.

It is worth listening to your heart. It is worth choosing Freedom and Peace. It is worth creating the world around you in which you would like to live. A safe world based on love. Courtesy matters. Truth matters. Trusting yourself matters. The world we create today will be passed on to our children tomorrow. The key is Accountability.

©Katarzyna Nowocin-Kowalczyk (CatherineNK)

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