Midnight Ravers and the Spiritual Apocalypse

Bob Marley was a soul prophet – a cat fully in tune with higher consciousness, or enlightenment. The Wailer’s song Midnight Ravers is a warning about spiritual death – the obliteration of the soul. Gender confusion, feminism, and the destruction of the mind are the employed weapons. What is natural, beautiful, and innate should flourish unmolested. The complimentary balance of the sexes is a perfect example of the divine natural order.

A revolution of consciousness will soon be upon us. Those who are chained to the old dialectic (men v. women, gay v. straight, rich v. poor, Republican v. Democrat, U.S. v. the World, Black v. White, organized religion back-biting squabblers, etc.) will drown in the neo-diluvian spiritual waters.

The ten thousand riders with their faces covered are those who have abandoned their spiritual purpose. They are in blind allegiance to their false gods. Their pain and suffering defines their existence. If they ride on, they will see a better way.

Can't tell the woman from the man, no I say you can't
Cause they're dressed in the same pollution
Their mind is confused with confusion
With their problems since there's no solution

They become the midnight ravers
Someone say please don't let me down
Midnight ravers, midnight ravers
Please don't let me down, down, down, down
Don't let me down
Don't let me down

I see ten thousand chariots
And they coming without horses
The riders they cover their face
So you couldn't make them out in smokey places

In that musical stampede where everyone's doing their
thing
Musical stampede, people swinging
Musical stampede,
Some people say ride on
People riding
People ride on
People riding
People ride on
People riding
Midnight Ravers

I can't tell my woman from the man
She is dressed in the same pollution
Her mind is confused with confusion
To her problems seems there's never never no solution

I've become a night-life raver
And I'm begging you please don't let me down
Night-life ravers, night-life raver
Please, please don't let me down
Don't let me down
Don't let me down

I see ten thousand chariots
And they coming without horses yeah
The riders they cover their face
So you couldn't make them out in smokey places

In that musical stampede
Its the musical stampede
Its the musical stampede
Some preacher say
People ride on
People riding
People ride on
People riding
Midnight ravers, ride on ~ The Wailers (Midnight Ravers)

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery, none but ourselves can free our minds ~ Bob Marley

Up The Hill Backwards

I wanted to write a post on this David Bowie song a while back, but I could not any video. Thankfully, a nice bloke on the YouTube recently uploaded a clip. The conventional take on this song is that it was based on the media coverage surrounding David and Angela’s divorce. Be that as it may, like all great art, the interpretation is subjective to the recipient.

To me, Up The Hill Backwards speaks to the calming effect of achieving true individual freedom (Mind Power). We are all capable of reaching this mental state. The government sponsored propaganda machine has no effect on those who reject their widely disseminated lies, fear-mongering shock doctrine operations, and blatant attempts to psychologically herd us.

By manufacturing panic, and immediately issuing promises of false security, their goal is to manipulate and enslave minds like a puppeteer controlling marionette strings. What if no one listened? What if no one bought the propaganda?

In reality, it has nothing to do with you. Only those who fear the imaginary Scary Monsters will be subjected to their evil clutches. Only those who refuse to disable their handler’s auto-pilot group-think fear promotion devices will be led blindly to their mind-controlled cell-block compartments. It does not have to be that way.

The vacuum created by the arrival of freedom
And the possibilities it seems to offer
It’s got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp it
It’s got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp it

A series of shocks – sneakers fall apart
Earth keeps on rolling – witnesses falling
It’s got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp it
It’s got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp it

Yeah, yeah, yeah – up the hill backwards
It’ll be alright ooo-ooo

While we sleep they go to work
We’re legally crippled it’s the death of love
It’s got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp it
It’s got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp it

More idols then realities
I’m OK, you’re so-so

Yeah, yeah, yeah – up the hill backwards
It’ll be alright ooo-ooo

Scary Monsters, super creeps, keep me running, running scared ~ David Bowie