7:8:23
George Michael, Wham!, 2023
Fame is a humiliation ritual. A splitting, bifurcating, alter-driven ritual. Trauma-based and trauma-activating.
What happened to the reluctant star? The pensive star? The thoughtful, intelligent, interior star?
What happened to sensitive faces? To faces?
The deep-state AI machine will not let you get that far anymore. It will not let you use your voice, hear your own voice (ear-in monitors; autotune) if want to become famous.
The cabal-machine used to take you, then wreck you. Now it wrecks you, then takes you.
No one starts off human in these worlds anymore.
Having struggled with alcoholism that he says ensued from being famous and losing his privacy, Mel Gibson stated: “That’s part of it; now I get that. But you don’t sign the deal that says you have no more rights.”
The young George Michael was so lovely. Had a magical voice/energy (regardless of the music itself) like no other when he sang. His second solo album, Listen without Prejudice (which he made in 1990, during his Saturn Return. He was 27), is a deeply intelligent, deeply felt pop-masterpiece. “These are the days of the open hand/ This is the year of the guilty man.”
