It was at the time when the ancient prophecies began to fulfill themselves, when the upheavals started, and the people had lost themselves in all that was unreal.
It was at the time when neither reason nor clarity were possessed or valued by very many. As the long foretold, unstoppable wave of destruction rolled in on the distant horizon, still barely perceptible to the masses that had succumbed to the equally ceaseless, but seemingly benign, hypnotic influences and distractions that had decimated their consciousness no less thoroughly than the toll that the manifest fruits of their ignorance would soon take on their outer world, all the greater was their indulgent belief in ancient cult fairy tales and imaginary saviors that would rescue them from themselves.
It was at the time when men vied for power by shamelessly courting the superstitious and fearful multitudes, proudly portraying themselves as true believers in the same equally impotent, manmade deities, the invocation of which, while also intended to convey the comfort of same mindedness, reliably relieved the gullible of any resistance to relinquishing their money, so hard wired to respond to pretentions of piousness had they become from their own repetitive fruitless pleadings and incantations that the surrogates, the tin gods of politics, as well as their religions, could milk them, at arms length and even greater distances, without having to soil themselves by entering the actual pens where the livestock were contentedly contained.
It was at the time when the prophet himself, no more or less a man than any other, would once again wade through the mire, truth in hand, to try to awaken those who but slept lightly, and those who had defended against every effort made to extinguish their inner knowing, who’d fed the flame of consciousness even while it lay quiescent and kept it unapparent to the ones trained and conditioned to sniff out and douse any wisp of spirit before a mere spark could flame up and consume the veil of ignorance, self-embroidered into binding chains by those who bedecked themselves in such finery.
It was the time of shock, of turmoil and confusion.