What if the old play is simply losing its audience?

I heard an analogy recently that I can't stop thinking about.

Imagine humanity sitting in a theater, watching a play.

For a long time, everyone accepts the storyline.

This is how life works.
This is what success looks like.
These are the people you should trust.
This is what's possible.
This is what's impossible.

But slowly, people in the audience start looking at each other...

Wait.

This plot doesn't make sense anymore.

So they start leaving the theater.

And the actors panic.

They get louder.
The plot gets more dramatic.
The storylines get wilder.
Everything becomes more urgent, more extreme, more desperate for our attention.

Meanwhile...

the scenery starts collapsing.

What if the world looks increasingly chaotic not because darkness is winning...

but because the old narrative is losing credibility?

And here's the part that really got me:

We don't have to keep staring at the collapsing scenery.

We can stop funding the rubble with our attention.

Because attention is energy.

What we focus on, we fund.

And maybe what we're moving toward isn't the rejection of one world for another.

Maybe it's integration.

External + internal.
Rational + spiritual.
Mind + soul.
Strategy + spirit.
Creation + allowance.
Human + divine.

Not abandoning ambition for peace.

Not abandoning business for soul.

Not abandoning reason to make room for wonder.

Both.

More whole.

More alive.

More awake.

French astrologer André Barbault reportedly called this period part of a “splendid relaunch of civilization” and described “human beings surpassing themselves while experiencing themselves at a higher level.”

I don't know exactly what the next two or three years will reveal.

But I would not be surprised if they're remembered less for one single revelation...

and more for the collapse of the boundary around what respectable humans are allowed to consider possible.

Maybe that's why so many of us can feel something shifting.

A re-enchantment.

Life feels a little more alive.
Our inner knowing gets a little louder.
The old explanations don't quite satisfy us anymore.

Maybe we're not losing the plot.

Maybe we're finally realizing we can leave the theater.

Stop funding the rubble.

And give our attention to the splendid relaunch.

Holy Shift.