Way Out

Where there’s a Will there’s always a Way.

Let’s imagine we’re a not so distant observer, viewing the blue-green jewel of the Earth over the last century – watching the gaily canopied merry-go-round of Gaia spinning and wobbling from the wings of the solar stage. What would we witness from the perspective of someone who can see the Big Picture?

Obviously, we’d be amazed by the spreading, glowing weave of beautiful illumination as the darkness of night was gradually dispelled across the faces of continents. We’d watch a bright network of energy, spreading tendrils from node to plexus of some strange, glowing organism’s rapidly growing nervous system.

We’d see that almost every piece of living green touched by this unearthly light rapidly died out, all the land around it swiftly burned into desiccated desert. And we’d note that this fey light was the spoor of a spreading mass of insect-like hives that grew like the tall nests of termites.

Most obviously, we’d note the rapidly changing colours and textures of the planet, and probably realise that something that lived in those nodal nests had destroyed most terrestrial and aquatic life forms in an amazingly short time. Ancient, irreplaceable forests and ecosystems that took millennia to grow, gone in the blink of an All Seeing Eye.

We’d watch what the insectile denizens who inhabit the sterilising nests are trained to call ‘the march of progress’, rapidly reducing the fertile Earth to sand, rock and mounds of bleached bones. We’d see the rivers dry up and the oceans turn toxic. It would all turn pretty ugly with amazing speed.

After an eyeblink century or three of industrialisation we’d be very glad we weren’t down there, on the surface, where the air, soil and water had all gone bad. We might even be tempted to carefully poke a finger down into the biosphere – not to stir things around, but with cautious precision - to see if we could stem the source and course of biosphere destruction.

How can one explain to the self-enslaved ignoramuses that comprise the majority of Earth’s domesticated primates that their entire view of the world is false? That almost everything they’ve been taught to believe and hold dear is a lie – a handy fantasy made up by hideous control freaks masquerading as venerated teachers? That everyone they’ve been trained to look up to are self-deluding, visor-blinded, death-armoured knights of imaginary kingdoms and notional nations, who claim the right to maim, kill and steal in service to some nonexistent ‘higher power’?

That prayer and blind faith are obviously stupid ideas - no substitute for self examination, clear visualisation and the knowledge that arises from careful observation?

How can one tell the domesticated primates that scarcity, social inequity and their entire so-called economy are all deliberately manufactured and cultivated by unfair killer apes whom they support with their blood, sweat, tears, faith and approval? That abundance is easily achieved if they only stop working with  the planet-destroying machines of The Man and take enough time out to start observing and thinking for themselves?

That they can manufacture everything they’ll ever need using seawater and sunlight, with no need for mining, logging, (human) habitat destruction or pollution? That they’ve been successfully gulled by old fossil fools, who have themselves been deluded by their inbred families’ paranoid, megalomaniac delusions?  That the emperor/(p)resident/prime monster wears no clothes and is blind as a cave crab and deaf as a post – a powerless puppet manipulated by heartless psychopaths? That all the leaders they look up to are liars, and that almost all are insensitive placeholders, compassionless clods, petty tyrants or outright sociopaths? That changing the system from within would take centuries that they do not have at their disposal?

That all the solutions we need to fix this nightmare are readily available – and thoroughly suppressed, their inventors murdered and their solutions hidden away for the betterment of a tiny few?

That almost everything people have been trained to believe is not only wrong, but dangerous? That what one needs to do most of all is actually nothing – nothing at all, literally – to regain sovereignty over one’s self? That only when we’ve given up racing other rats on the sick treadmill to nowhere will we have a chance of knowing or living the truth – or of living at all, instead of remaining a robotised zombie on a one way track to nowhere.

When all the workers in their toxic hives are just as culpable as the queen and her drones – all equally responsible for filthying their nests, killing themselves and their offspring with their own poisonous droppings - when contributing to the so-called progress of civilisation in any way will only kill us all the more quickly - where can anyone turn for relief?

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