The Wizards of Senoship

Where Vikid Meets Winston

It was year 1984 + 38 and Winston had become an old man. It was a miracle really, he had been marked for death nearly four decades earlier but at the last moment O'Brian had spared he life. Apparently Big Biden had had a change of mind. Winston was to be given a new mission. Poor Julia. What had happened to Julia? All Winton could remember were those dark days of torture and after that, total apathy, like his mind had been reprogrammed. He had become dead to everything but The Party.

At first, it was simple, too easy in fact. All he had to do was follow instructions. He had a secret flat and would lure freethinkers in. Sometimes they had girl friends, sometimes boys and once the trap was set, Big Biden would come bounding in and the torture mill would be kept churning. Grinding more meat for The Party.

But as the years wore on, bit by bit the programming loosened, a little by little Winston woke up to his true self. By now he knew how to not betray his intentions. He joined a secret society that finally would lead to the end of The Party. At least this was the final hope. All rested on a new hero he had not yet met.

This afternoon while he was sipping tea he was waiting for The Vikid Truth. There was important news and he would have to tell Vikid everything.

The door knocked three rapid taps followed by a scratch. That was the sign for friendly forces.

He replied, “Who’s there?”

The answer came, “The Eagle with a Keen Eye”

There it was, The Truth Himself.

He approached the door with great care, his whole body quivering with every step, these were his final days. He opened the door and in front of him stood an ordinary looking fellow. A little over weight, under average height and totally unassuming, holding an instrument.

“What were you thinking”, Vikid said having sensed Winston’s thoughts, “Superman?”

They both laughed and gave each other a hug. Vikid entered Winston’s small flat, there was barely any space for the both of them. Winston made some mushroom tea.

He said, “May the meditations begin”

Vikid pulled out his guitar and started playing, ancient songs of the forest filled the space. The room started to expand and then lose shape entirely.

Vikid said,

“Winston, I read your biography, written by Orwell. It is because of people like you and their great bravery that we now have any hope against Big Biden and THE DOOM that have selected him.”

“Today Amerisoc is at war with Rus-Asia in Uk_rania. Before that they fought in Afjan, Assyria, Lybanan, Mesopotamia and many other places.”

“People have lost their ability to see history. They only see one war at a time and blame the other for all their problems. They cannot see that it is their own leaders that have caused them. It’s been continuous war for a 100 years.”

Winston, gave a great sigh, his voice changed pitch and dimension as he called upon the angels. Then he said,

“When I was a young child, The Party was young too. They used torture and hard techniques to change history and program minds. The Party was everything. But soon these techniques started to lose their control as party members themselves got corrupted. So Big Biden evolved and innovated.

They employed The Wizards of Senoship.

Today they fool the populace by more insidious techniques. It is long to explain and I don’t have time. However the crux of the matter is, now they implant ideas in culture and have the youth thinking it was their own. They then assiduously ban any idea or person that opposes them.

They call it disinformation. Then ban it.

The Wizards have programmed special algorithms that scan the networks to do their bidding.

The youth then form activist groups and do the hard work for THE DOOM.”

“Each generation, then brainwashes the next. And after learning from the poet Aldous of Huxley, The Party understood that they can give the people drugs to dull their minds. The trick was to call the drugs medicine. The agents administering the ‘medicine’ would be called Doctors and given a white coat. They got their training in DOOM institutes called Universities. The people would drug themselves. THE DOOM are laughing.”

“They had spent many years working on a new form of drug, with the power to change the peoples DNA. Then one fine day they released a harmless disease and it’s cure. The cure they had made. To their astonishment the programming had worked so well the people queued up to get their DNA changing medicine. They called anyone who warned them ‘Moonbat’ and robbed them of their means of livelihood.”

“The Circle had been complete. The Wizards of Senoship had been a game changer.”

“The way their algorithm worked was simple. Ban Disinformation. Promote their story. Use actors and famous people. Put devices in every pocket and hook them with pictures of tits every five minutes. The populace went horny and utterly dull all in fine fine swoop.”

“THE DOOM then met once in Sharm Al Sheik and one more time in Bali. They openly planned for Digital ID’s and forced medication.”

“However the people were so drunk watching TV and football that they didn’t even notice. THE DOOM no longer talk in code. They speak out in the open and no one pays attention. You can send them links but no one will watch. This is how bad the situation has got.”

“Do you know of what I speak?”

Vikid laid down his guitar and a pristine silence entered the space. And then the music began again, not from his hands but from another dimension, perhaps the heavens.

He said,

“Dear Winston, Brave soul, even under torture your soul did not break. I am aware of recent history and followed the subject deeply. It is true and fact that the people have lost their ability to see, they call us all heretics. Conspiracy Theorist they say. Though they do not even know who coined the term and when.”

“The Wizards are a powerful force as their programs cannot be seen and sit in clouds controlled by great forces. The mock us, one of them is called Apple. The same apple Eve ate when she turned from God. The other is called Alphabet, an umbrella for all the alphabet agencies that control the world and its information.”

“THE DOOM if nothing else, appreciate the art of comedy.”

“I come to you because I do not know what to do. What is to be done? Is all lost? Is it done?”

Winston looked at Vikid with glowing eyes and he sang,

“When I was young I fell in love.

Julia was her name.

But under torture and many rats.

I forsake her to stay in the game.

The guilt I faced I overcame

in the decades that passed.

I would give my life to see her face

just one time at last...”

“THE DOOM are strong

but they have a great weakness.

The weakness being they have no heart.

The soul is indestructible and so is love

But unfortunately it is hard.”

“You have to sing,

you have to dance,

you have to tell stories

that wake up the young.

Your greatest weapon is just the word ‘No’

‘No’ till kingdom come.

‘No’ till thyne will be done.

‘No’ On Earth until it is as in Heaven.

‘No’ till thyne is the glory for ever and ever

‘No’ until, Amen.”

“Say NO to wickedness,

no matter the cost.

Live in truth and

support your fellow man.

Say NO to War even if it is ‘Just’.

Cause War is THE DOOMS game.

They use it for gain.

They make up excuses by publishing News’s

that are designed to create

nothing but pain.”

“Big Biden doesn’t have a brain.

THE DOOM removed its constitution.

He is just a creation,

vacant like a drain.

The elections are selections.

The machines that count are coded

The leaders, they are chosen,

Not a word to be spoken.”

“The Democrats are Demonrats,

The Republicans are Repulsicans.

They are all The Party. Unified opposition.

Though for now they are better

under the leadership of a man called Drumpf.

You know it cause they all hate him enough,

But don’t be fooled.

Drumpfs only role is to slow down THE DOOM,

he cannot stop them.

It’s is then up to the people

to end them.”

“He has many funny ideas

like giving the death penalty

to we who drink mushroom tea.

That cannot stand either, can it?

The End will come when everyone stops

and says ‘No’.

It’s easier said than done,

and even easier done than said.”

With the final verse the song ended, he then said,

“But first Dear Vikid, you must find a way to end the programming of peoples minds.”

“Stories are a good way for now. It was thanks to people like Orwell that you found your Truth too. Do not despair.”

“The Great Awakening is upon us. Though I may not live long enough to see it.”

Vikid understood.

It is then that he pulled out a photo that so far had been hidden in his pocket.

It was of Julia, now a grandmother.

Vikid said,

“After the great torture, Julia escaped to the East. She tired for many years to get through to you but with all the surveillance she couldn’t. In her last words she gave her everlasting love for you. She passed away last week, which is why I came to see you.”

Winston’s eyes teared up with sorrowful joy. He wept and then closed his eyes, for the last time…

And that was,

The Vikid Truth.

p.s. for the love of God, read 1984 if you haven’t. Read it again if you have. The answers are in there.