There is a cycle that takes place when major shifts in individuals, systems, and cultures are realized. The cycle appears to be universal, though its expression varies greatly by those involved and the terms of the upheaval. It is not always completed, though it appears that it eventually will happen. This is a mere postulation to consider.
Phase One: Rebirth
In this phase, a new reality has emerged. Most are pleased with its arrival, as it trumpets the end of a previously experienced system. Not all are thrilled with the change, but at this phase in the cycle, their attempts to shift the change are mere exercises in vanity. The new reality is present and active.
Phase Two: Routine
The full experience of the new reality has arrived, complete with all its good and bad. It is presumed to be normal and the way things should be. There are few if any critics, as the system is still new enough for little irritation to exist.
Phase Three: Rumblings
The few perceptive begin to realize the flaws in the routine. These are those with imagination, who are looking for more than good enough. These are the avant garde, but they are rarely those who express their awakening through prose. Rather, these are often the poets, artists, and prophets who first express themselves through the language of slant. As Emily Dickinson penned:
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant—
Success in Cirrcuit lies
Too bright for our infirm Delight
The Truth’s superb surprise
As Lightening to the Children eased
With explanation kind
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind—
So the artists imagine a world with the mold on the walls of the status quo washed away, leaving a refreshing new system of creativity. These on the bleeding edge of society must find ways to awaken a spirit of energy in the masses that cuts their numbness with the blade of improvement. Satiation begins to be realized by the masses who had indulged in the cup of the realized consciousness.
Phase Four: Rebellion
Having been awaken by the artists, a rumbling of uneasiness begins to spill over. Dry bones connect. Sand castles are washed away. Red Seas are crossed. Speeches of dreams are uttered. The masses become pregnant with promise. Marches of frustration begin. Defiance is the new cool. Voices get louder. Violence may erupt as fear of never tasting change begins to become overbearing. The anthems of the artists are hoisted onto the tips of everyone’s tongues as the masses are awakened to the reality of a new imagination.
Meanwhile, not everyone is blowing with the winds of change.
It must be considered that there is nothing more difficult to carry out, nor more doubtful of success, nor more dangerous to handle, than to initiate a new order of things. For the reformer has enemies in all those who would profit by the old order, only lukewarm defenders in all those who would profit by the new. — Machiavelli
Every Revolution has enemies who have no desire to see their empire of reality crumble. From the very birth of rumblings by the poets, they have done all they can to hush and silence the dissenting opinions through threats, negotiation, and violence. Now that the artists’ message has become effective, its adherents are enemies of the status quo. Soldiers are summoned. Prisons are filled. The sword is raised to threaten the masses to succumb to the fist of power the masses previously granted them.
Many lower their voices or quit what appears to be a mere rebellion. This the breaking point for the movement. Have they been awakened enough to ignore the royal scepter of the king, or will they settle back into the routine that they had so despised?
Phase Five: Revolution
Rebellion is not enough, for the people have imagined the fruit of their labor and believe the opportunity cost is too great to nestle back into the system their kings demand. Uncertainty is the tone of the movement as they officially storm the status quo and dismantle it. The artists who led to their awakening are met with a choice: become the leaders of the new order or fade into obscurity. The gatekeepers of the previous era are in shambles: some on trial, some imprisoned, some hanging from a noose in the town square, some assimilating, some grabbing for a piece of the new fruit under the guise of joining in with the new system, and few still uttering accusations that the new order is illegitimate. The rebirth has happened. And the cycle begins again.
Thanks to Walter Brueggemann for the inspiration, and the thousands of artists who are awakening the masses to the reality of Caesar’s system.