mightier than the sword and deadlier than bullets. swords and bullets maim, kill but also leave behind traceable imagery (evidence) of actual occurrences. visuals which are harder, much harder to finagle. but with the stroke of a pen, written word penetrates deeper than either sword or bullet, proving to be far more impactful, powerful, infectious and devastating. these ink stained markings leave indelible impressions that manipulate thoughts, shape ideologies, and alter perceptions thus creating or recreating stories fashioned and passed along as historical truths further infecting generation after generation.
with this weapon, history can be and is rewritten, daily. the benefit, two-fold: the targeted are left alive so their energy can be redirected and utilized elsewhere. mind and self perception so altered having succumbed to the rewrites, revisions, reprogramming and what flows out of mouths is that which has been absorbed through this subtle, yet deep penetrating act. spoken words betray. ultimately, the targeted becomes a weapon against his own being … his own existence.
this tool, the ultimate weapon is why books were burned, text altered, reading prohibited. it is why libraries were pillaged, artifacts stolen. content and context rewritten to control and construct, and every area of intelligence coupled with curiosity parsed. with each fictious offering, history is altered in the minds of millions.
cinematic features share in forwarding this agenda.
most no longer speak the truth about themselves. most use the lens through which given and speak that which has been crafted. automatic recitation of the script begins. but these words, no matter who utters them, do not paint an accurate picture. the ingrained narrative that was never our own is delivered, birthing as it flows an old thing. these words, speeches will be recorded, chronicled, published and preserved.
fiction has become accepted fact. fact has become splendid cinematic fiction. yet despite attempts, these things ring and reek of untruth and despair. the truth lives still.
i can never weary asking and answering … do you know who you be? who you have always been? just because you no longer recall and allow others to rewrite and superimpose another image atop your true self does not negate fact.
if we do not tend to this need, our stories will continued to be crafted by the same faces and pens that have painstakingly rewritten our past, attempt to fashion our present and therefore, dictate our future.
talk to elders; visit with ancestors. listen with true ears, with full intention, whole heart. from these, lift up your pen. wield it. write and chronicle the stories shared, and share them. saturate the minds of your own with these words. publish and present to family encouraging them to read, revisit, recall, remember. to change the language.
realization comes from truth. true power resides in knowing. what do you know? pen is indeed mightier than the sword and deadlier than bullets, so write. publish. teach.