If I were to say “hickory dickory dock, the mouse ran up the . . .” Most people would finish the complete rhyme, vaguely remembering when they’ve learned it or even why. Yet, like many other words, songs, lyrics, teachings, and rhymes, “we the people” find ourselves “unknowingly” knowing but being led by, that which we cannot fully explain e.g., the subconscious reflecting of heterosuggestive implementation. 

The unfortunate backlash comes when a person’s deep rooted inhibition, reflects in wickedness of an unknown influencer. Sounds far-fetched? Here’s an example that may help shine light on the understanding. Mentally envision a middle-aged wealthy man who’s in good physical health. Add to this man, a solid well known and respected reputation among friends, families, and colleagues. He’s filled to the brim with confidence, pride, and vigor, while possessing and expressing the freedom and privileges bestowed upon his status/journey throughout life, all to one day (in a matter of hours) fall to that of traitor, insurrectionist, and rioter, upon an establishment that best facilitates his, and the like thereof, once legacy. (a “ten-year maximum sentence” per his idols words, now chiseled felon within record). Moreover, “and all the king’s’ horses, and all the king’s men’s, couldn’t put . . .” 

Here’s the thing, this idol (his idol), who enslaved this man’s idea of freedom, struck the flame within a cluttered mindset of mess – saturated knowingly, and to a deeper affect “unknowingly” by way of heterosuggestivle hate, despair, and bigotry. And just as blindingly following the symbolism of rhythmic suggestions “one nation, under God, with liberty, and justice for . . . ” a man’s understanding of freedom was lost – under the influenced/er of factors seemingly unknown, yet embedded to destroy a democracy for its people, by its people, mindlessly under the influence of that which they care not to admit or could fully explain. 

Know this, to acknowledge that one has fallen “under the influence” doesn’t forgive, resolve, or expunge the action taken. As such, life cannot be restored by the murderer or the accomplice/s sudden realization of said rock overturned – no matter what their pied-popper played.

If this doesn’t shed at least a flicker of light towards admittance or understanding, try to imagine how the “three blind mice” felt – after falling from that which influenced them. 

Think About It.

Reginald O’Neal Gibson