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The Great Reset and the Tyrant in the Mirror
A little raw.
As I am typing this, it feels like one of the most important stories I have birthed so far. This story is about the likely spiritual underpinnings of the Great Reset and the difficult but necessary steps that we might have to take in order to end the circle jerk for good, and see the heart.
It is about the role of predators in society—and things like love, trauma, ego, and how we can deal with where we are right now to pedal toward a much better place.
Punchline (and I’ve thought about this a lot, and written about it, too, but somehow I am really feeling it now):
The Great Reset did not just show up out of the blue, without a centuries-old buildup. This bulldozer is not a novel development but an escalation of a familiar ghost. We are looking at yet another—this time, robot-toothed—attempt to rob free people of their free will, like a spiritual attack.
The scale of the surveillance and the sci-fi ambition to "hack” biology itself are new and insultingly insane—but it is not the first attempt to rob us, free people, of our free will. Under different names, with different slogans, “great resets” have happened many times before—to the same effect.
[TANGENT: I suspect that if we had a time machine and yanked a person from ten thousand years ago out of his time and dropped him in a 2022 city and then made him watch the news, he would be bedazzled and think he’s gone to hell. That is how messed up, isolated, neurotic, arrogant, and emotionally poor we have become comparing to how people can be, and have been for a very long time (for real!!!!) Never perfect, and not suspended in a perpetual non-existent state of kumbaya—but alive, connected to nature, spiritually awake, and waaaaay healthier than us. (Having grown up on the same books as everybody else, I had no idea that it was the case—until I got desperate and spent many years figuring it out in various ways—which is not what this story is about but none the less).
And while I have the deepest appreciation of all the comforts in my life, and I love my kitchen gadgets as much as the next person next to me (or maybe a little bit more), I also can’t deny that the price we—as a species—had to pay for that nature-separated comfort is very steep. The mental condition that today is bringing us the Great Reset has been building up over a very long time. And yes, since life is kind, with enough spiritually grounded creativity and love we can probably figure out a way to live in balance without going back in time... but right now …. dear Lord … we are a very troubled and addicted bunch.]
On my end, I believe with passion—from here to the sky—that the reason we are facing the Great Reset is because we, as a species, are stubbornly shutting our hearts and trying to avoid clarity and growth. And we seem hellbent on avoiding it for as long as we have at least two stones to stand on with our feet. Which is why the stones keep disappearing … they are disappearing because we are creative and beautiful, and zombies, we are not—and so they are disappearing so that we do what we spiritually need to do and come alive. (And Klaus Schwab and his buddies and bosses are predators whose function is to train our senses.)
As a species, we have developed a horrible habit of fighting the “enemy ghost” with “our ghost” but existentially, it does not work!!! Things in life are not linear or shallow at all! And as long as we keep listening to what “our ghost” is whispering into our ears, without telling all ghosts to get out of our way—there will be great resets galore, again and again, until we tear the mask off our hearts and eyes, and start to see.
The genre of fighting one ghost with another doesn’t work.
If we are to overcome the Great Reset, all of our ghosts have to go.
There is no way around it, none at all.
All ghosts have to go.
Free will is the point of being human on Earth (including the right to make mistakes and then figure out ways to fix them, from the heart). Co-creating this world on the basis of free will is why we exist.
Without free will, we turn into either frightened food, or complacent food with a mouth of its own. We turn into robots and zombies, “spending time” and spinning wheels until it’s time to die.
And the Great Reset, and every previous crusade in history that denied free people their right to free will was essentially the same thing. The slogans were different, the talking points were different, the faces were different—but underneath, it was all about creating a circumstance in which adhering to free will and desiring to have a sovereign relationship with the mystery and follow the way of the ancestors was a crime, a sin—punishable by starvation, violence or death.
A tragedy that is haunting us whether we know it or not.
And the essence of this attack, called the Great Reset, is denial of free will, again.
The frustrated tyrant in the mirror
There is a popular train of thought that the world is fixed by connecting the linear dots, explaining the plot, and making everyone comply with the “correct point of view.” Which of course never fails to turn the world into hell masked as a paradise. And we keep doing this! We keep doing this to each other!! Why?!!!
Whether it’s politics or religion or a scientific view, it keeps coming up.
So, a serious question: has this approach ever worked? Once? Half-once?
Good luck to all of us convincing our own friends or parents or children or spouses of what they have not internally accepted and don’t at this time want to believe. Good luck And perhaps this approach doesn’t work because it’s existentially fraught?
Perhaps we don’t own other people, and they don’t own us, and we are stuck with the difficult task of figuring it out from the heart?
A note about respect
In my heart, I have the deepest respect for the souls my brothers and sisters with different opinions and creeds. I have my own way of explaining the world to myself that rings very true to me, and it goes without saying that my perceptions are evolving perhaps with every breath —but even when I feel that another person’s perception is cray-cray, I also feel that my authority is to protect myself but not to rape their soul into believing what I want them to believe or what I think is correct.
Perhaps, I am naturally inclined to be this way—but I have also seen a lot of fanaticism in my life, coming from different sides (sometimes from opposing side), and I am allergic to fanaticism, so…
Even when it comes to religious faiths, I have come to believe that we all bring our inner beauty and our poisonous ghosts into anything we formally or informally believe. The Intimate sacred feeling about the purpose of our existence is one thing (and we all have that regardless of what words we use for that), and institutional politics is a totally different beast. Unfortunately, institutional people often like to mess with people’s heads and make people internalize all sort of weird stuff (i.e. ghosts).
A little personal
Personally, I am a lover of freedom (surprise, surprise).
When I was a little kid, the state religion of adults was militant scientific atheism, and then, when the Soviet Union crashed, the state religion of adults became militant Orthodox Christianity.
Somehow, the “real people,” the adults, were joyless and not free either way. I think they became a little more militant when they convinced themselves that God hated sovereign joy (or maybe it’s just that I grew older and started thinking about philosophical things). And by the way, out of sincere worry and misguided love, to prevent me from going to hell, some of my dearest people were teaching me fear. I ran away from that. I ran all the way to America from that—and then I spent many years confronting this ghost, until something clicked, and realized that my dear adults did all this from love. And that it’s time to heal.
I suspect that, as kids, we learn our theoretical religion and foundational values through our relationship with important people in our lives. I got to see with my own eyes how, through different faiths and times, healed people carried their light the best way they could, and broken people carried their brokenness—no matter the faith.
An imaginary debate
“But Tessa, what you are saying could be true except MY opinion and religion are really the correctest of all, and therefore, those other people and their talking points could be wrong but my mine are correct because it’s just the truth, and therefore they should force-convert.” No!!!! That’s the entire point!! No!!!!! It’s your sacred truth! It’s your beautiful, significant, important way to commune with the most important thing in life—and your freedom to commune with the mystery the way you feel is sacred—and so is theirs! The Creator surely doesn’t discriminate, and the right to dominate other people’s free will is a lie of the ghost.
The conviction that your way is the only way for all is the ghost that drives the great reset! How do we know that Klaus Schwab doesn’t think in his head that his transhumanist religion is not the correctest religion of all, and we all should convert?
It’s this Yin and Yang. One moment, you think that your good cause justifies a little rape, and the next thing you know, there’s blood and scorched earth for as far as the eyes see.
The somber face of the ghost of domination
For example—and I am going to get very somber now because this bleeds my heart—the entire great reset that was imposed on the original—free—people of this land, by the people who also used to be free a long time ago but sadly forgot, was officially done in the name of “Christ” (papal bulls and all).
Babies pinned to boards and cut in half, children drowned with parents having to watch, people fed alive to dogs and burned alive, little girls raped by brave adult conquistadors. All of this was done in the name of “Christ.” There exists a Bible made from human (Native) skin. In the name of Christ?!!! My friend Steven Newcomb told me about it, and I just … I mean how to do you react to this?
As modern “civilized” people, we’ve been lied to, fed a fairy tale—as truthful as the fairy tale about the safe effective vaccines—about the first great reset on the American land. But it’s just a lullaby. In reality, it was a soulless bloodbath. A cruel bloodbath, the original American great reset.
And all this carnage had as much to do with God as the forced injections have to do with public health.
What if we were never meant to fight with each other over ways to express the overwhelming sacred feeling in our heart? What if we can let each other be? And what if the only way to stop this is to tell all the ghosts to go away?
What if the only way to defeat the Great Reset is to look into the abyss, confront our ghosts, stare the monster in the face, and tell it to go away? And if it refuses to go and tries to scare us so that we comply, still tell it to go away?
Because we are love?
Because we are love?
I am afraid to send it almost as much as I was afraid to send my first Substack but I am clicking “Send.”