OVER the last three years my TV viewing has become increasingly limited. In June 2020, I politely informed the BBC that I wouldn’t be watching or listening any further to their output and cancelled my direct debit. In November 2022, I cancelled my Netflix subscription because of what I regarded as a personal data breach. So, I am left with Amazon Prime, and once I’ve watched the last season of Clarkson’s Farm, it’s highly likely that this subscription will be cancelled too.
On a recent wet Sunday afternoon I was browsing through the ‘soon to leave Amazon’ category when I came across the 2004 film The Village, written, produced and directed by M Night Shyamalan, starring William Hurt and Sigourney Weaver. It tells the tale of a small, self-sufficient, isolated community living in Pennsylvania on the border of Covington Wood who have no interaction whatsoever with the rest of humanity. The intention of the small group called ‘the Elders’ in initially creating this alternative existence is in their view to keep everybody safe. However, built on secrets and lies, its survival depends on absolute control and an unchallengeable hierarchy is established with the Elders at the top. The villagers are aware of ‘the towns’ on the other side of Covington Wood, but fearful of the ‘wickedness’ that dwells there, few requests are made to leave the village, and any made are refused by the Elders. The deceit and fear depicted in the film crosses decades, influencing several generations, each accepting without question what they are told, even taking care to ensure that the ban on the colour red is rigidly upheld, reducing the risk of angering ‘those we do not speak of’, the unnamed monsters lurking in the woods and the constant threat they pose. Each resident is a willing participant, content at having a safe and simple life knowing that all their basic needs will be met.
The plot twists and turns, and detailed synopses and reviews are aplenty for those who wish to know more, but the takeaway message for me was how easy it was for those in charge to create a fraudulent narrative, the extent to which this fraud was contained, including purchasing the co-operation of powerful outside agencies. Similarly, the Elders in power in the Western world seem not only to be able to weather any storm that threatens to blow the roof clean off the building of pandemic fraud, but successfully influence the direction of the debris back to the offending challengers.
When it comes to life experience there has always been a choice: the awake world or the Village world – the former the size of a golf ball, the latter a football. Whilst the growth of the awake world since 2020 (say pea to golf ball?) is to be welcomed, it has not been without great cost as people who once shared lives gravitate to the world that most suits them. The awake can only wait and wonder whether lost family, friends and colleagues will navigate their way across that one-way bridge. And therein lies the next dilemma. Simply throwing down the welcome mat to everyone isn’t an option, and as time goes by and even more data is published supporting what the MSM describe as the ‘fringe view’, the window for welcoming people, either on a personal or professional level, is closing. For some, it is already shut.