Eleven Days

Six and a half million Brits went to bed on the 2nd of September, 1752. They woke up on the 14th. The Calendar (New Style) 1750 Act had been passed earlier on that year to bring Britain's calendars into line with the Gregorian calendar that had been introduced more than a century and half ago — or so the story goes.   The truth is far more insidious. At the dawn of September the 3rd, in the year 1752, mankind awoke to a new world. A gift had been delivered unto every man, woman, and child. It was beautiful. It was terrible.   It was as if all peoples were fed the bounteous fruit of the Tree of Knowledge. Some would call it Enlightenment. Some, Transcendence. But the precious few who understood knew it by another name: Gnosis.   The eyes of the world were opened. As one humanity beheld the Truth. Restored to our lost godhood we ventured out to see the cosmos unraveled before us and we fled from the sight. Humanity had not been ready to face Truth. As one, Humanity averted its eyes.   Now the year is 2020 and mankind lives on in its collective hallucination, its unanimous denial of the Truth. The modern world, a fabrication built on the back of a Truth too terrible to accept.   But eyes are beginning to open.   Truth will not be denied.   The clock has struck midnight on the First day.