Today I had a sinking feeling. It hit me at the core of my being and I knew we had crossed a precipice.

We have lost personal freedom. Today it is done.

In the name of freedom and acquisition we have handed over our ability to protect our privacy to those who would offer it up at any price–not just large amounts but also small even minuscule amounts. We are now open to the highest bidder AND the lowest.

Today marks the beginning of the end of our way of being. The message is not all “dark” for I feel we will find within us our reason to live as a free people and we will triumph as people charged not with disarming a broken system but of inventing a new one that we use to circumnavigate away from the old one. The message is not to declare war on the perpetrators of this injustice–as you and I and all those who have enjoyed newfound freedom via the internet have wholeheartedly contributed our information to this new spy machine freely and without hesitation–but to declare a time of invention. It is time to reinvent the internet. And the new owners must take care not to offer the very same options for choice that the old system offered.

The system must be guarded, controlled by trustworthy souls who are not solely about profit but are about responsible exchange. These are people who become the guardians of freedom, helping those who want to participate to have online exchange that is more secure. This is a whole new operating system separate and apart from the old one where new enterprise pays the cost of the system up front and as we go. No freebies.

This system is to be built by many who chose to leave their current employ with large payouts and collectively bargain on behalf of establishing this new system, individuals who currently work as CEO’s and managers of corporate greed machines whose policies have long challenged their ethics and their apocalyptic visions of its intentions. These people will experience an awakening and will find each other.

Governments that sanction and use the old system will fail. Period. They will fail. As their bank accounts are also subject to the open backdoor policy that allows free trading of information and instantaneous access to funds–funds that are no longer tied to a monetary standard measure–they too will be subject to intruders and the coverups associated with such intrusions. They will be so busy no one will notice that the back door is open until it is too late.

I do not wake with these visions of the future often and much of what I have seen has been pre-2012 oriented. I was shown that this would come to be many years ago, and now it is here: money walking out the back door of banks, banks themselves robbing Peter to pay Paul and covering up until they can no longer present an artificial picture that is cohesive to its creditors-you and me. It is going to get hairy out there.

Make no mistake, this is more lethal than a thousand world wars and it can all be over in an instant. Armageddon? It may feel like it, but the pictures I see in my mind offer empty buildings, not collapsed buildings, quiet buildings being consumed by plant growth. This picture reminds me of a recurring dream I had in my twenties or thirties. Here is my dream.

There was a woman standing on the street waiting for a bus. She was not paying attention to her surroundings as they were too familiar and demanded little from her. In an instant she awakened to a new understanding for who she was. An electrical current started to race through her body and lightening bolted from her fingertips. Then she began to simultaneously spin and rise upward like a rocket. When she reached a certain altitude, her trajectory became horizontal and she moved into a flight path circling the earth. Looking downward as she flew, she watched the earth once again return to the Garden of Eden, but this time there were empty buildings in the brush and tall trees that usurped parking lots and eventually shaded the buildings from sight. When she completed her review and knew that it was done, she streaked into the sky to become a second sun that would serve as a reminder to us all of what had been.

Next I saw a woman’s face peaking out of a dark window in one of these buildings. It was daylight and her building was partially shaded by wide tree tops. She was looking out as who she had been before the change, and with her memory in tact. But she was confused and mystified by what had just taken place and what life now was. The memories of the world we had built or allowed to be built were fully in place to all inhabitants. And we sat in the shock of it all, wondering how to create next, what to do next.

The dangers of instant access to a free publishing platform allows me to share this without any filter beyond a feeling that this is an important message for those who are the builders of the future to start their engines. Your moment has come. And I would say one thing to you: freedom is not free. Let each person choose their own way. Your only task is to offer options.