There's a still chill that rushes over me as I read this. Anger no more. But more than a surrendered acceptance too, that was just the second level. Now there's an icy chill that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Can you feel it too?

It's that icy calm before the storm. The cold sweat, the realisation of something big, even if the mainstream continue to ignore it at their peril.

The voices are calling out to us in their eerie silence.