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