- We are all the children of a higher power. Whether you
choose to see that power as a supreme being, evolution, or genetic tampering,
we all descend from a single source. A singular power. Each of us has
the power to do great things, given the opportunity and the will to see
our dreams come to pass.
But there's something fundamentally wrong with our societies; something
that keeps us from achieving Civilization, and keeps us trapped in this
cycle of tribal warfare despite the fact that we have the resources and
technology to end all need for food, shelter, water, and death from treatable
illness.
It's a question of foundations... a question of building a society on rotten
soil fouled by a poison well.
We're a culture of necrophiliacs and necromancers. We turn to playing
with dead things to provide our society with its toys. Even our food is
tainted in this fashion. We pull these dead things from the ground without
the slightest reverence for mother earth, or the slightest discomfort at
using these remains to work our technological wonders.
We revel in the power of the dead. We make kings of those who abuse the
most dead things, and make the most selfish use of this power. We burn
the dead into entropy, where their power is lost forever.
We put the most powerful, most amoral necromancers in charge of our world,
and then we wonder why we can't stop killing one another.
Duh.
How can a people who have no respect for the dead respect life?
What are our symbols of power?
When you think of power, do you think of knowledge, or of the Atom Bomb?
When you think of a higher power, do you think of motherhood, or of dying
and going to Heaven or Hell?
When you think of sacrifice, do you think of a mother going hungry so her
child's belly can be filled, or do you think of dead boys on foreign soil,
in the name of God and country?
Which God would that be?
The one who says, THOU SHALT NOT KILL?
We have made a false god of dead things.
Our use of petroleum resources has skewed our collective psyche. Everything
we do is tainted with death, to the point where we no longer think in a
logical manner. Three thousand dead in the nation that uses the most dead
things in the most inefficient manner possible is a world wide tragedy
that everyone must mourn or be scorned, but thirty six thousand dead each
day from hunger, thirst, and treatable illness, dead as a direct result
of monetary policies from the nation that uses the most dead things only
rates as ÒunfortunateÓ. And we do nothing to fix it.
What's wrong with this picture?
Look at the logic bomb in atomic energy. We begin to run out of dead things
to play with, but rather than put our energy into creating a society based
on sustainable energies that could evolve into human civilization, we decide
to pursue the use of something so toxic that you die just from being in
a room with it. A thing so vile that if spread into the air and soil,
it makes the place a dead zone for tens of thousands of years.
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- Would we have gone there if we weren't a species that
survives and multiplies off the abuse of dead things?
Until this paradigm shifts, until we move away from the use of corpses
to power our cities, our cars, and our societies, we will never move forward.
We'll stagnate as a species and doom ourselves to extinction through the
process of natural selection. But most of us canÕt even see this,
because we never actually stop to ponder precisely how our lifestyle is
provided for us.
IT'S TIME TO THINK.
The technology is here. We can change this world in a single generation.
All we have to do is kill necromancy and take back our planet from these
black magicians. They donÕt deserve to rule because they donÕt
respect life.
Ethanol and biodiesel can replace gas and diesel fuels. The technology
to grow enough biomass to supply our needs is here. This is a sustainable,
renewable energy source given to us by the sun... a sun that will be here
for billions of years.
Why aren't we doing this?
Because the necromancers own the politicians. These evil familiars must
be driven from power and replaced with men and women who answer only to
the people.
The golems must also be destroyed. They're made corporeal, inCORPorated,
and given power over living beings by putting pen to paper. The interests
of a golem should never be recognized over the rights of the living.
Only slaves and fools would allow this to continue.
Which are you? Slave or fool?
We outnumber the necromancers, familiars and golems by tens of thousands
to one.
All we have to do is speak one time with one voice and one mind, and it's
done.
Think about that.
The Hundredth Monkey is coming. Our moment is almost here.
When the moment comes, you'll know. We all will.
But first, each of you must come to understand that we are all slaves to
men who play with dead things, and help your brother and sister to awaken
from mental slavery.
Or, you can die without ever having lived.
It's up to you.
Peace
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