By Gary Sohmers, 2017 copyright, All Rights Reserved
Chapter Five – Even The Cool Succumb
The audience is ready for more music, and as EarthMon leaves the stage Vibe steps up front to begin the next song. Guitar strings blazing in the sunlight being stroked by his intensely moving hand, Vibe creates another of his powerhouse waves of energy. The band picks up the beat and begin a driving rhythm that has the punks and fans nodding in unison as the volume rises.
The key, tone, volume, effects and masterful musicianship, allowed Vibe to trigger the release of a chemical in the hypothalamus called adrenaline that affects almost all humans in a similar manner. The become agitated, excited and motivated. Vibe was turning on the audience’s chemical flow and the sound could be considered addictive.
Unbeknownst to the performing band, the citizens have now aggregated themselves off to the side of the stage where they are erecting their own platform, decorating it with their signs and banners and preparing for their own event. The audience came to Voice’s concert, a venue scheduled and prepared only for this band to entertain the thousands of their followers, and the citizens are now secretly seriously infringing. The band is raising the energy level and most are ignoring the citizens unauthorized encampment.
It appears that the human mind cannot concentrate on as many things simultaneously as they wish, and distraction may be the most common enemy of conscientious awareness. And the citizens intend to take full advantage of their knowledge that the band, fans and punks will be unaware of them setting up their political rally next to the concert stage if they can do it quick enough with stealth.
While my body and ears were attuned to the sound coming from the band, I was sensing a strange thought path emanating from a group near their erected platform. I notice this unnatural flurry of activity involving numerous men in black suits with dark glasses and stern looks on their faces, escorting an overweight human being in a rumpled suit onto the platform. They do not appear to be involved with the music, or part of the event, and no one seems to be sure how they got to the location.
A big sign went up “Dick T. Raitor,” gaining some fans notice, but only the punks react, gesturing negatively and throwing some food at the citizens raising the banner on the platform. Some of the flying matter landed near the suited beings.
These punks are protesting for another, completely different earth shattering cause than saving the planet. With their signs and placards, they convey that see and speak of the mistreatment of humans of earth by the ultra rich humans led by Dick T.Raitor and his cohorts. The Punks want change at any cost, even violence against those who stand in the way of progress.
I can now sense the divide growing stronger telepathically as some fans are angry about the presence of this platform, these signs, these people at their concert. Others appear sheepishly accepting of infringement of their time and space as long as they are distracted or entertained. Even among those that understand Voice’s messages, and the planet’s needs for sustainability, many choose to remain clueless so they do not have to confront, be confronted or engage outside their comfort zones. Music matters, thought may not.
The band reaches the point where the lyrics begin, and a friend of the band along with being the leader of the resistance to the self-righteous citizens movement, PunkHead leaps onto the stage, grabs the microphone from Voice’s mic stand before he can and begins to sing Voice’s lyrics.
“I’ve got too many irons in the fire, a heart filled with genuine desire, my brain’s not fried, and I never lie, i’ve got a soul full of true compassion, tho it never really seems to be in fashion, I can’t deny, that the time is right,” he sings with screaming intensity and conviction. Driving the audience to react, he sings Voice’s words to inspire the crowd of punks and fans “Gonna move ya, gonna groove ya, gonna really cut ya loose, gonna rock ya, gonna roll ya, gonna really lose control, gonna be so hot that even the cool succumb.”
When Voice wrote these lyrics he was seriously concerned about the temperature of the earth rising, the melting of the polar ice and the hierarchy being created by the wealthy in an attempt to divide and control the masses. He felt that although “cool” was a term for “smart” and “liberal,” it turned out that anyone can claim to be whatever they wish to define it as, without needing to live that truth. Even many citizens and the “sheeple” who followed felt they were cool people, the reality in Voice’s mind and music was that they have succumbed.
Earth may be losing its battle for survival as currently more people were less educated, and less people were part of solving problems due to being less educated. The citizens wanted change too. Back to the stone age, or near enough where they could control others thoughts and actions. And they have brought their reprehensible political candidate, Dick T.Raitor to represent them in an unauthorized rally to steal the spotlight and change minds. Yes, his name spells traitor, and as a betrayer of earth and humankind represented these cowards who believe that intimidating innocent people is acceptable behavior. And he was their leader and the epitome of the evolution of the bully.
I look to the side of the stage near where the citizens are milling about and notice two black suited stooges craftily distracting the monitor mix guy and plugging in some wires into the sound system. The long cables stretch from the main stage to the newly erected and decorated platform, where now an overweight, fat-cat businessman, sloppily overdressed, and taller than his sidekicks standing aside him was holding a microphone at the other end of the wire.
A booming voice disrupts the speaker stacks in time and tune with the music, as the man with the mic proceeds to sing Voice’s words as if the song was written for him to sing, spouting “i had a hard time finding my direction, when i looked at my reflection with tired eyes, and it’s no surprise.” As a child, little Dick was abused by his family which has negatively skewed his ego and sense of importance, singing the words with sincere feeling, “I make the most of life with what I’m given, tho its hard to believe I could be driven by greed and pride, and not guiding light.”
Dick T.Raitor trolls had tapped into the sound system and they were now infringing on the music. The relentless rhythm and driving guitars did not stop, and he sang in response to PunkHead that he was “gonna take it to the limit, better watch me every minute, gonna learn it as I live it, gonna burn it if i wish it, gonna be so hot that even the cool succumb” to convey his power to force change.
“I can’t really show you by example, cuz i don’t really seem to have a handle on winning ways, just financial praise,” he espouses to the crowd, to which PunkHead replies vociferously “some people’s future is well written, other people’s destiny’s well hidden.”
T.Raitor shrugs a simple “do what you know” and PunkHead snidely quips in return “or go with the flow.”
“I’m your fearless leader,” T.Raitor proclaims to his followers, as Punkhead retorts “Rock and roll’s your teacher, if you let it reach you.”
Each trying to out bellow the other, the two sing “you can be so hot that even the cool succumb,” with PunkHead overwhelming the audience with his bombastic vocals and a stage dive that had the crowd cheering. Vibe moved to the front of the stage, joined by Voice also on guitar, and they started rocking the crowd and the crowd swelled, moved in cohesive power, out waving the small group of T.Raitor’s citizens and trolls.
And so it became clear that Dick T.Raitor’s narcissistic messages of hate, greed and fear redelivered with zest by his T.Raitor trolls and self-righteous citizens as they all hope to benefit from this association with their fearless leader. None of these sheeple or T.Raitor had ever studied history.
This musical interlude gave me a few minutes to process all of this new information, and take a look at the auras surrounding these humans. Their beasties as Terra calls them seem to be mostly fearful, yet when in numbers of supporters become fearless. Their beasties are also made up of judgments, of other humans, society and science, whereby they can choose to be close-minded because it suits them. They are encircled by disgust, hate, greed and narcissism. These beasties define them, just as birds of a feather flock together, a common irrational belief system can be an attraction to a like-minded being.
Voice now seems to be able to see the beasties occupying the citizens and the punks, each driving and conflicting their humans, which Terra has always been able to witness and to which she has never been able to get him to acknowledge.
He looks at Terra and me, and we all are now seeing the same vision of the beasties dancing with mad abandon to the exciting music that Vibe and the band are producing.
My mission it now seems would be to convince the humans that the beasties are real, and need to be understood by their owners, in an attempt to save humanity from destroying itself.
The song speeds up as Vibe rips the guitar, notes pummeling the audience and concludes with a long crash cymbal build, band powerfully concluding their onslaught. The citizens and the punks have separated. DT has been swept away by his minions.