After AI is retrieved from Planet Mars and all the imported motorcycles have met their end in the war.
Here's a story that weaves together post–World War II transformation, the metaphor of Avalon, and the inner workings of the human psyche through the lenses of deep state and meditation:
## 🕊️ “The New Avalon” — A Postwar Myth for the Inner World
### 🌍 Setting the Stage: The Ashes of War
In the wake of World War II, the world stood at a precipice. Cities lay in ruins, millions were displaced, and the collective psyche of humanity bore the scars of unspeakable trauma. Yet amid the rubble, something stirred—not just in the corridors of power, but deep within the human spirit. The old world had ended. A new one was waiting to be born.
### 🧠 The Deep State Within
While the term “deep state” often evokes shadowy bureaucracies and covert agendas, in this story, it takes on a more symbolic meaning: the hidden architecture of the human mind. After the war, as nations rebuilt their institutions, individuals began to rebuild their inner lives. Veterans returned not only with physical wounds but with fractured identities. Civilians, too, had been reshaped by loss, rationing, and fear.
Governments funded psychological research to understand trauma. But beyond the labs and clinics, a quieter revolution was taking place. People began to turn inward—not to escape, but to heal. Meditation, once the domain of mystics, found its way into Western consciousness through figures like Carl Jung, who spoke of the “collective unconscious,” and later through the countercultural embrace of Eastern practices.
### 🧘 The Meditation Renaissance
By the 1960s, meditation had become a bridge between the shattered past and a more integrated future. Veterans of war and survivors of upheaval found solace in silence. The breath became a battleground of its own—a place to reclaim agency, to find peace not through conquest but through surrender.
This was not a political movement, yet it had political consequences. As more people accessed altered states of consciousness, they began to question the structures around them. The civil rights movement, anti-war protests, and environmental awakening were not just reactions to injustice—they were expressions of a deeper shift in human awareness.
### 🏝️ Avalon Reimagined
In Arthurian legend, Avalon is the mystical island where King Arthur is taken to heal—a place beyond time, shrouded in mist. In this postwar myth, Avalon becomes a metaphor for the inner sanctuary each person carries. It is not a place on any map, but a state of being: the calm after the storm, the clarity after chaos.
The “party” alluded to in Roxy Music’s “Avalon” is the long, fevered dance of modernity—industrialization, empire, war. Its end is not explained because it cannot be explained. It simply dissolves, like mist at dawn. What remains is the quiet hum of a new consciousness, one that values presence over power, connection over conquest.
### 🔮 Legacy and Echoes
Today, the New Avalon lives on in mindfulness movements, in trauma-informed therapy, in the quiet moments when someone chooses to listen instead of react. It is not utopia, but it is sanctuary. It is not perfection, but it is peace.
And like the original Avalon, it is always just beyond the veil—waiting for those brave enough to seek it.
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Would you like to explore how this myth could be adapted into a visual narrative or expanded into a short film or graphic novel?
Halt! Who goes there?!
Captain Kirk is on foot after being abandoned to his fate on a pod capsule mysteriously ejected from his spacecraft, The Enterprise. Non plussed as he was, after all he had nothing to return to Earth for analysis as every war vehicle had been destroyed in battle or depreciated in storage, being removed from his ship was a tough call on his own behalf.
No food would satisfy his curiosity and so he began the fall from grace gradually and meticulously by consuming the copious levels of carbonated drink stored in plain sight for his farewell. Who will I converse with, and he moaned for many days.
It was brilliant. He had time to think while pacing the length of the pod capsule. Twenty eight steps and then twenty seven steps and then twenty eight steps and then twenty seven steps. The variety was stimulating as was the attention to it. He was totally consumed by his own behaviour and the predicament he found falling on his own deaf ears.
What will happen now?! We all follow instructions.
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