Its Name Is Love.

In the contemplation of a new idea the pieces of the jigsaw float before one's mind's eye, coalescing, splintering. When there are a thousand thousand pieces promising avenues open up, are explored, become cul-de-sacs when the logic runs out.
Sometimes, quite suddenly and unexpectedly, a piece clicks firmly into place and fits.
The whole picture is not finished, but the corner is done, the blue sky and the first whispy white clouds are formed, an understanding of the whole of the great work can begin to be realised.
I know that Lenin said that the best way to combat opposition is to lead it.
Well of course he would know, being such a pawn in the game, a piece manipulated by the player to capture a king.
The game, as we understand, is approaching its end-game. The forces are disposed of, the pieces in place in their diverse multitudes, the Knights patting the flanks of their chargers to steady them, the readied ranks of the cannon fodder stolidly chewing their cud and staring blankly on, disguising their fear, ready to be urged to kill and maim or be killed or maimed. This is as it has ever been, and will be again save some miracle.
And it will be of miracles and signs and a magick of a sort that the final episode of humanity's current epoch will be made, a time of wonder and of despond, the great door to the future swinging on the hinge of fate with only the free will of our species standing as a bulwark.
And so little of it remaining, so weakened are we.
And yet such dissipation and enfeebling can be undone, the dark miasma of befuddlement blown away by the fierce wind of understanding. Clarity of purpose and unshakeable determination can enter the minds of the creatures we have been moulded into.
And when it does so, as I know it will, humanity can shrug off the past, dismantle the ugly present, face a future illumined by its own lights, understanding its power to order its destiny as masters of its own reality.
Such a species will we be.
Such potential do we have.
Such is our destiny.

Consider this.
You are the opposition, newly created.
Armed with knowledge fed to you, you bristle with righteous indignation.
When the world and all you understand is plunged into chaos, you will be part of a new army that enters the field, formed and shaped by those that call you to battle.
As the Russian peasant reached for the sickle and hammer, urged from behind by Lenin and his company, never understanding the nightmare that would ensue, seeing only freedom and the destruction of powerful enemies.
Is this familiar to you?
Personalities you have unshakeable belief in pushing you into the fray, identifying enemies, stirring your ire..........................

You are the New World Order, dear friend.
This is the jigsaw piece of understanding.
Click it into place, and you begin to see the whole.
Remember free will.
Beware of deceivers.
The conduit draws close.
Your instinct tells you this, as does mine.
There is a powerful force within each of us.
Let it loose.
It's name is love.

Olive xxx xxx xxx