In Heaven there is no beer
[a short story from ~burning woman~ by Sha’Tara]
Leo thought himself well read and educated. He’d mastered history, myths and legends of Earth and at twenty three he was pondering his future. After so many years at the University however, becoming a professor didn’t have the appeal it once had. Travel he could afford but everything went too fast. Here today, there tomorrow and nothing in-between.
His doorbell rang. He ignored it and it continued until he was forced to answer.
“Yes? Who is it?” he called through the speaker phone.
“An old friend passing through. Have time for me?”
“Hm, and who would be this old friend, if I may ask? I don’t open my door to strangers, especially those who claim old acquaintance.”
“I am Thero. You know me from your lucid dreams, and visions, yes?”
Leo rubbed his forehead, then tapped his left hand on the door to ensure he was awake.
“This isn’t possible. Thero is a figment of my imagination…”
“More than that, Leo, much more. Will you let me in?”
Leo waited a few seconds and opened the door. What he saw shocked him to put it mildly: it was Thero, the very same character he’d come to know in some dreams and vision, the one he credited for giving him direction on his historical research.
“Come in… um, Thero; please come in. I apologize for my reluctance but I still can’t believe it can possibly be you. You… you’re a dream character!”
“Yes well, you got the “character” part right anyhow. Shake?” He proffered his hand and Leo shook it.
“OK, fine. I’ll allow for the moment that you look and sound like the Thero I imagined. Do you drink? I mean, alcohol?”
“Oh yes! I could use a glass of Chardonnay.”
“You also knew that’s my favourite wine and I always have some in the house, right?”
“But of course.” answered Thero while Leo got the wine from the fridge and dusted two tall glasses never used since he’d moved to the tiny house which his uncle Doug rented him after Doug’s wife took him to the cleaners and left to marry her masseur. Leo poured and filled both glasses, handing one to Thero.
“Now some serious talk. First, how did you know about my imaginary “teacher” Thero, and what he looked like?”
“Because I am he,” said Thero matter-of-factly, and smiled broadly.
“Oh cut the crap, and cut to the chase. I know you’re an impostor, so what do you want with me?”
“Look Leo, if you’re absolutely certain I’m an impostor, shouldn’t you be doing something like calling the police, or at the very least, throwing me out?”
“Granted, I’m ambivalent about it. Since I see no harm in playing this game, what is it you want?”
“As Thero you accept me as a Teacher, so let’s just say I’m here to further your education on the history of your people and your planet. Can you spare me some time to do that?”
“You know I could never resist a challenge when it comes to history…”
“Stop. You said, and I quote: ‘You know’ implying that you believe and accept I am your ‘imaginary’ Teacher Thero, is that not so?”
Leo stopped to ponder the question for a stretched moment then shrugged. “I’ll concede that you are Thero so we can carry on with this conversation. Is the wine to your satisfaction, Teacher?”
“That it is. A very good light wine. Now then, since this isn’t being done in a dream, may I suggest you equip yourself with some sort of recording device? Can your cell phone record our conversation?”
“I’ve got it on now. I’m ready.”
“Good. If you allow me leeway and don’t interrupt too much this should not take more than a few hours. I would prefer the dream method but I wanted this on the record, so to speak. Now then, let’s start with some remarks about the general social condition of your people.
There are things you do, as a species, that belie your claim to humanity; further, that put in question your claim to be an intelligent species. Some, like your exploitation and wars are obvious. Others, like your insistence on wearing clothes when they are not needed, expensive, cumbersome, ridiculous, sweaty and stinky, harbouring diseases, among other things, say much about you as a society. Already from these few comments you should detect distrust, greed, fear, judgment and a massive dose of control over others.
“The need to control is a form of psychopathy that leads to misogyny and racism, which in turn leads to violence of the absolute worse kind. Bottom line, despite all your glowing mission statements which you dub constitutions, you remain pathetically fearful and hate-filled and prone to commit mass murder over any imagined slight. You exploit from raw greed and oppress in order to gain power over others. You want to be rulers. You want to be gods in your own right and if you cannot do it as individuals then you come together in, or form, groups which you use to force your ways upon others. These power collectives are as old as your particular species. They began as families, then tribes, then collections of tribes which became nations and collections of nations which became empires.
“The goal of any empire is simple enough: to have absolute control over its sphere of influence, usually the known world. If your species was to be allowed space travel it would continue this pattern, spreading out to establish even more expansive, oppressive, war-mongering empires. Woe to any other sentient species that found itself in the way of expanding Earthian hegemony. Forced conquest would be endless. Entire worlds would be destroyed. All life encountered would automatically be deemed less than human and subject to exploitation, enslavement and/or destruction to make way for new Earthian civilizations. Only an already established, violent and war-mongering civilization on par or militarily superior to Earthian conquerors could hope to stop the onslaught. This would result in bringing the conflict to the Earthians’ home planet, resulting in its enslavement or complete destruction through the inevitable use of nuclear arms.
“That is how it is. We of the galactic races know this pattern having encountered it many times and having had to either destroy them in their advances, subdue them, or civilize them and make them a part of the greater galactic family of sentients. This is history for another time. I don’t want to wander too far from the point of this teaching.
“My dear Leo, despite your many degrees in historical and associated knowledge, much of which is due to our subtle input, you remain abysmally ignorant about what makes your particular species act the way it does. When you know more about us you will be able to compare and see how much of what you call your civilization is comparable to an insane asylum crammed with billions of crazies desperately feeding upon whatever the asylum is made of and on each other. You will see that the more sociopathic of your species are those generally entrusted to rule the asylum. Better to have a crazy ruler than none at all is how you put it and since you’re all more or less certifiable, why would you think otherwise? You fear and hate because you distrust one-another. You can never have true peace and safety for the same reasons. Earth, Leo, is hell. Now to explain.
“It isn’t just you, as a species, that makes this world a hell. It is the forces that inhabit and control it. One of your most “cherished” beliefs, apart from believing in your fairy-tale gods, is that your world keeps itself in balance due to an “evolved” concept called predation, or natural selection: the survival of the fittest. You can’t even begin to imagine a world where such an insane psychopathic system could not exist. You accept the horror and terror you observe in your “nature” to justify your own sick need to express violence against your world and the physically, militarily or financially weaker members of your own society. You “hunt” and “fish” for pleasure; for something to brag about when it’s nothing but abysmal shame on your claim to being human and humane beings. You go to war, commit genocide, enslave your own children, rape your own women, while comparing yourselves to the ruling members of a pride or pack of predators. Do you not, in your killing games and violent sports extol and emulate the qualities of your greatest predators?
“Have I made a point, so far, Leo?”
“Yes Teacher, you have. When you put it that way, it makes me feel pretty small and hopeless.”
“That was my intent. The first thing is to crush the ego; the pride. Now to continue. ‘Must we’ I hear you thinking. Yes we must. You need to understand the why of things or you can never, ever, hope to change any of it, including and especially, yourself.
“Mythical fact: your world is a “re-manufactured” entity. It has changed hands many times and gone through several transformations. The biblical book of Genesis points to at least two of those transformations. I’ll let you figure those out for yourself. Earth’s owners, the ones you’ve called “gods,” “divinities,” “God” or “alien visitors,” have come and gone from here over the eons, most of that barely suspected even by your most astute observers. They knew that “something happened here” but they could never know what because they lacked the broader perspective of time and space. Currently some of your observers and more spiritual people sense that nothing is as advertised; that “something is going on here” and speculations on what that is run wild on your Internet; in your books, magazines, movies or news and entertainment media. It’s always been that way: some always suspect but no one ever knows for a fact. Your religious leaders and many of your scientists hate being without facts so they’ve been manufacturing their own “facts” to suit their various theories, or to establish themselves within the status quo. This also is suspected and talked about, but again: no facts.
“How does one maintain absolute power? By dissembling. This is the basis for all successful political movements. Think of this: “As below, so above.” We use it this way to explain how to understand the political aspects of the universe. If you observe “it” on earth, it is safe to project “it” throughout the entire universe. It could not work “here” if it wasn’t the modus operandi every known universal “where” you can imagine. Earth may be a hell hole but it isn’t the only one. There are even worse ones “out there” if you can imagine. By the same token, the good you can observe on earth, percentage-wise, is the good you could observe in the whole universe… percentage-wise. This to force you to think universally now. Project your mind to the ends of the universe, Leo. Time for some serious lateral thinking.
“What I’ve been trying to point out to you is that the concept of “facts” was invented to force reasoning creatures into strict vertical thinking patterns so they would increasingly squeeze their minds into tighter and tighter areas to the point where they could no longer go out on a limb in their thinking. They would always need data, or facts, to justify their line of inquiry. They would learn to never trust their intuition or imagination.
“Nothing could be more deadly to the historian. History is not based on facts but on imagination and speculation. Ultimately what constitutes your current history is what the consensus has declared to be the truth. That consensual agreement is then taught to children trapped in “universal” education. Call it what it is: brainwash. The whole point is to have an entire reasoning species conditioned to accept “things as they are” and not feel the need to question it.
“Earth is one of trillions of worlds under the domination of certain forces in control of the universe. These forces came here long before this solar system existed. They systematically conquered and established control over most of the universe. Wars of conquest, wins and losses, go on to this day. Every part of the universe, every conquered galaxy exists in endless conflict. Not all of it is military, in fact very little is. The wars are fought in what we call the spirit realm, which extends down into the minds of sentients and their sentient worlds. If “evil” wins then the world, or galaxy (or parts thereof) become subject to the rules of such evil. The conquering, ruling forces are pathocratic and their subject servants (basically all of your rulers, whether you like to hear it or not) are sociopathic by conditioning.
“Now do you understand what you are up against when you study your history? You’re up against millennia of lies and fabrications. You’re up against endless “false flag” operations that have lead to horrors uncounted; to wars, enslavement and genocide. The whole point isn’t to gain control of this or that part of a world: of a nation or a people. The point is to foment violence. Any method is good but the one that creates the most pain and horror is always the best. I can assert that in your pre-historical (or pre-hysterical) past your world knew nothing of predation. In those times it was ruled by a benevolent, subsequently demonized, female entity called “Lucifer” – she who rebelled against the evil of those “Lords” who conquered her worlds and enslaved her and her people. The one who was “cast to the earth” along with a third of the contingent of “angels” or servants of the “Lords” who had learned from her and fallen in love with her people. Of course the story of Lucifer had to be recast to make the “god” look good and her the demonic rebel. So it was, so it is, so it will be, Leo, until some greater force can destroy the hegemony of those who call themselves the “Time Lords.”
“I’ve heard you speak of these “Time Lords” before but my mind refuses to accept that such a system exists; that such evil entities conquered and control most of the universe. It makes no sense to me. Why, if they are so powerful, do they hide themselves in the so-called spirit realm? Why can’t they be seen?”
“You’ve studied the myths, yet you ask such childish questions, Leo? Really! Think laterally, I tell you. Free your mind, Leo. Imagine encountering an actual Time Lord or a close minion while you are in the flesh. Imagine looking one in the eyes. Do you see what would happen?”
“Thinking freely here… I would go blind. My flesh would burn up and my body shrivel and become ash.”
“Exactly. ‘No one can see God and live’ remember that? The Bible is more than myth. It isn’t fact but it is history.”
“What must I do now then? Go teach lies to make a living? Quit all of it and… what?”
“It’s all lies Leo. You can only teach lies. You can only know lies. There are good lies and bad lies. Go teach the good ones and continue to search for “the truth” and eventually it will begin to reveal itself to you like a lover unveiling and disrobing herself for you. When that happens though, you will no longer be able to teach but you won’t care, you’ll have a treasure of greater value than anything the earth or its history can give you.”
“Is “the truth” then that greater power that can defeat the Time Lords, Teacher?”
Thero smiled and replied: “I sense that I haven’t wasted my time with you Leo. Keep thinking. Keep imagining. Keep living.” Thero got up and turned towards the exit. Leo, seeing his time was up, got up from his chair also and escorted the Teacher to the door.
“See you again, Thero?”
The Teacher turned, smiled broadly and replied enigmayically: “Perhaps.” Then he was gone.
Leo woke up with a start when the door bell rang. As he got up to answer he noticed his phone was set to “Record.”
“For our struggle isn’t against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. (Ephesians 6:12, the Bible, New Testament)
[thoughts from ~burning woman~ by Sha’Tara]
Of late I have tried to be more open, more honest, nor only with those around me, but particularly with myself. Less hiding of unpleasant awareness (I dare not call it facts), however annoying that might be. It remains true, of course, that I am profoundly dissatisfied with life as I find it, or as it has found me and insisted on being my constant companion. Whatever some people may say, and people do say many things, most of which are more the effluent of emotions than truly thought out philosophy, life on earth is not beautiful. It isn’t wonderful. It isn’t pretty or sweet smelling or amazing. It certainly is not safe, nor is it predictable. It’s neither caring nor loving. I’d go so far as to say that earth life “is” and that’s about it.
I observe. That’s the first problem. I think about what I observe: problem number two. My mind’s the mind of a fixer and that is definitely problem number three. All of my adult life has been one of observation, analysis, reaching conclusions about this world’s mega problems (obvious to those who observe and who go so far as trying to understand what they are observing) and going about finding solutions to those problems. In this process I’ve done a lot of crazy things, not all of them “wise” in retrospect, but the consolation is that at least I was trying to do something positive. However tempted, I never blew up anything, or shot anybody, and yes, in small ways I have to admit to myself that once in a while I did make someone’s life better with my meddling.
That being said, I repeat, I’m increasingly dissatisfied with it all. This world, ladies and gentlemen (and anyone else in between, or crosswise) is a mess. It’s the kind of mess that spreads, like a disease, which it really it. It is the kind of mess that hurts people, many of those in extremely serious ways. It is the kind of mess that steals people’s right to a decent life, and often takes their very life.
I could look at that as so many do and think, well, that’s the way the cookie crumbles. How about this great Americanism: shit happens. Life explained in two words that need no translation or explanation. Once that wonderful two-word philosophy has been expressed, the next logical step is, “Don’t worry, be happy.” Sure, be happy. Why not, if nothing can be done about the state of the world?
Here’s a wonderful quote:
Imagine if suffering were real.
Imagine if those old people were afraid of death.
What if the midget or the girl with one arm
really felt pain? Imagine how impossible it would be
to live if some people were
alone and afraid all their lives. — Jack Gilbert, “Games”
Don’t let the sarcasm pass you by… hold on to it for a few moments of deeper thoughts. Imagine, for one moment, if all that pain deliberately manufactured on this world… was real. If children were molested, or slaughtered, mass-murdered in resource wars. Imagine if women actually didn’t enjoy being sex objects, or being subjected to rape. Imagine if being a war refugee wasn’t as romantic as you thought it would be. Imagine if having your home bombed, or burned down, actually was a problem. Imagine if having nothing to eat, and no water to drink was more than just a bit of an inconvenience.
Jack Gilbert says, “Imagine how impossible it would be to live” … and I paraphrase: if we had to endure what all these other people are enduring. Let me add this: imagine further how even more impossible it would be if we realized we were the cause of this suffering?
Being an empath on this world is a terrible curse. Imagine having to feel what other people feel, and not having the choice of feelings, whether they are experiencing torture, or the pleasure of an orgasm. That is the lowest form of hell, so when some spirit agent or angel or divine presence offers you this gift, let me warn you: think long and hard before you say, “yes.”
I’m now going to take you to a different world; a world inhabited only by empaths. It is not a very crowded world because these people need their space and they know how to keep it. Nevertheless we’re speaking here of several millions scattered over a world maybe half the size of earth. These empaths are also telepathic and their lifestyles are ‘in tune’ with their natural environment so they need very little technology to live the kind of lives any of us would envy.
I asked one of the residents from that world what happens there when there is violence; when someone is killed in a fight, for example. How does the justice system function? There was a long moment of silence, then the woman I was speaking to answered.
“Your question has no legitimacy on our world. May as well ask, what do you do when blue turns red? There is no violence on our world. We have no crime. There are no predators. Nothing is ever taken for all is freely offered. We have no government for we have no such need. We have no religion, nor money for the same reason. No one is ever forced to do anything against their will; no one ever imposes any belief system upon another though all are free to believe whatever they desire; whatever helps them develop their personal awareness of life.”
I insisted on pushing the point further. “What would happen, say, if a child died in an accident, perhaps a drowning, or from choking and no one was there to help?”
“Apart from the fact that such a scenario could never happen because we are empaths and telepaths from the time we are born, I can tell you what would happen. The entire world – millions of individuals, not only of humans, but animals, birds, all sentient life – would come to a shocked stand still. The enormity of the “crime” would be felt by all and nothing would proceed until the reasons for such a terrible tragedy taking place were understood.
“Then the entire world would mourn deeply.
“Then the entire world would come together to develop some way to prevent such a terrible thing from happening ever again.
“But remember, this is taking me back many millennia, to the beginnings of our empathetic and telepathic civilization, a civilization that gives equality to all sentient life and that respects and honours all of life.
“As embodied entities we are not free of needs. We do consume plants; we drink the water and we breathe the air. We have various types of shelters for those seasons when it is necessary to allow the weather to get colder, or wetter so as to balance and replenish the environment. None of that, however, is done without awareness of the energy flow between all of us, by which I mean sentients, plus the air, water, plants and soil. We are “us” – nothing is excluded from our awareness. A mountain; a flower, exists in my thoughts with the same intensity or “value” as my own child.”
That conversation took place a long time ago. In the intervening years I’ve compared the performance of Earthians (who claim to be human) with what the Altarians (Yes, the world I was writing about is called Altaria) have managed to accomplish through a reasonable observation of what works, and what can never work, rejecting what they observed had never worked and would never work. They didn’t change their environment, they changed themselves. They rejected the selfish nature by developing two hidden senses that all pseudo-humans possess: empathy and telepathy.
Earthians’ great failing (they have many!) is their obdurate choice of solutions to societal problems that can only make those problems worse. Tied in to this failing is to insist on regurgitating “solutions” that have been tried countless times, and failed abysmally in equal measure and equal number of times. That is not a sign of intelligence, quite the opposite.
Speaking of telepathy, man’s technology is in the process of forcing this upon the population of earth. It won’t be a gentle, open, joyful sharing of a people’s deepest thoughts, hopes and longings though. It will be an extraction of information. The information, by itself is pointless and meaningless, but that’s not the point of the surveillance police state. The point is to rape the mind. Do “they” give a damn whether you prefer to poison yourself at McDonalds rather than Burger King? That you support “the Broncos” rather than “The Colts” or whether you’re homosexual rather than hetero? That you pray to Allah and not Jehovah? No, of course not, but they will make you think that because it creates fear and anger. Fear and anger lead to endless anti-life aberrations; to violence, pain and death. Why would the Status Quo want that? Because that is how it manufactures power over life.
Yes, I long for my “transition” from earth to Altaria. I’ve been working diligently to qualify as a novice and trainee in compassion, empathy and telepathy on my chosen next world for many years now. I regret none of the time spent developing a mind that can understand and live on such a world.
The downside has been a gradual “separation” from the accepted, and acceptable; for my part, a pain-filled growing awareness of all the horrible crimes committed daily, mostly unawares, by people without feelings for those (human, animal, etc) they use, abuse and whose lives they destroy without any qualm, guilt or even a passing thought.
“Pass me those wings, will ya?”
“Git ‘er Dead” A sticker on the back of a pickup canopy advertising a type of bullet accompanied by the picture of a dead buck lying on the ground.
Cheering when more “boots on the ground” are sent by the President to some country the cheerers couldn’t find on a map.
By what right? By all those “rights” that are destroying this civilization day in, day out and none the wiser.
I’ll tell you this: there is but one weapon of mass destruction on this world: it’s its pretend humanity; every single one a weapon aimed at every other and the world they exist on without ever bothering to develop a life purpose. Aye, there’s the rub: no real purpose but to exist and die.
And that, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, is my “close.” You may retire for your verdict but regardless of what you decide, I already know what will be the outcome.
[a short story, by Sha’Tara]
Oh, he knew her so well. He remembered how she came and hovered over his crib when he was a tiny baby; how she fretted over him, and kept his rattle or soother at hand. She was his “other” mom, and the older sister he never had.
Over the years she had come to him at different junctures of his life. He remembered the glow of her presence at his first communion and later, his confirmation. She encouraged him, and gently taught him to notice how other people, especially his elders, teachers and parents, lived their lives. Don’t judge them too harshly, she’d whisper, but notice the hypocrisy, always notice that. Don’t confront them, just note and remember. Especially remember.
Then he grew up and he didn’t see her during his time of rebellion, anger, chaos and confusion. He saw girls instead and he lusted after them. He did stupid things, boastful, ignorant, hurtful; things that endangered the lives of others. It was as if he was possessed to do evil. The girl he dated became pregnant. He still had a sense of the old chivalry he’d learned from his childhood fairy tales and fantasies. He asked her to marry him and she accepted. Not the best start, but on their wedding day, she was there again. He saw the glow and suddenly his heart opened and guilt filled his mind to overflowing.
The moment passed. Life was tough enough. Wife, kids, a mortgage, car payments, responsibilities he was trained to handle, but nevertheless, stress. There were other things to impede the good life: a growing awareness that the world was not a great place to be. There was “the war” that needed protesting – he’d become a conscientious objector and tried to live by some personal code of non-violence. There were draft dodgers from across the border to help find shelter and jobs. Then environmental issues took priority and his life grew very complex and a darkness grew in his heart.
The marriage failed. He found himself, thanks to his losses, freed of a commitment he felt was complete. But the darkness held him down. He re-discovered religion and attended church. It provided little. He saw more of the old hypocrisy. He saw how the claims failed to match the lifestyle. Disappointed and discouraged he struck out alone looking for something, not finding.
Lost in mid-life, he was walking along the river shore one cloudy day and sat on a fallen log on the bank. Staring at the shining waters flowing past him, he formulated a prayer, or rather a request. He addressed her and said, “You know, I’ve made a complete mess of things. I wanted to do right, and did wrong. I wanted to change the world and couldn’t even change myself. The things I’ve done are horrible to me. I’m sorry for my ignorance and stupidity, but most of all, I’m sorry for my pride.
I need you to help me now, though I don’t deserve it. I’m going to ask your for the greatest gift of all, knowing full well that it cannot be bestowed on anyone, that it can only be earned through experience. I am asking you to grant me the gift of humility. Only with that can I re-learn to live with myself. I don’t expect to suddenly become humble, but I need you to guide my heart into this new and alien territory I intend to walk across until I reach the other side. I’m going to proceed knowing that you are here, guiding me, and reminding me. Thank you.
And so it was that he gradually changed. He did not feel any more humble, rather the opposite, but others noticed. Always he’d be shocked when they said something, or praised him for his kindness or gentleness. That can’t be me, he thought. Then he’d know she was there, calming his heart, softening his hands, making him choose his words with care, showing him how to proceed in all situations. Over time he understood what it meant to be blessed. He thought, I find it so amazing that the less I possess and the more I give away, the more I have; the more filled I feel. And he learned to laugh.
He lived long past his chosen time. Those who knew him believed he’d discovered the secret of immortality but that was only their hope he’d always be around. One day he left. He walked away with only a small overnight pack on his back. She walk silently beside him, then she touched him. He was never seen again.
A friend of his, having understood, said, we held on to him much too long. We made him feel guilty about leaving but finally he allowed himself to hurt us a bit so he could claim his own freedom. He’ll never be completely gone for he lives in each of us. What he showed us, the wisdom he taught and the changes he wrought: those are the pieces of his heart we hold within ourselves. He’s still here, giving us of himself when we emulate his burning joy.
Quote: “Where you come from is gone, where you thought you were going to was never there, and where you are is no good unless you can get away from it. Where is there a place for you to be? No place… Nothing outside you can give you any place… In yourself right now is all the place you’ve got.” ― Flannery O’Connor
I think this article is on point, and it’s a great read. It only takes a few minutes and suddenly one gets a better, if not less confusing, perspective on the politics of Washington, particularly under president Trump.
The question that came to my mind as I read through the following is, “Should the people of the “West” so-called, be legitimately afraid of Islam and Muslim people, or are the “world leaders” of Washington perpetrating a massive scam on American people so they can fleece them, not only of their money and property, but of their democracy, their freedom, their very soul as a people living in 21st Century earth?”
The second question is, “If we cannot clearly identify “the enemy” then do we really have an enemy at all, or is it that the real enemy of the country is ensconced in, ruling from, the White House?”
As you read through, consider this quote from Trump’s national security adviser, Michael Flynn: “we will do whatever it takes to win… If you are victorious, the people will judge whatever means you used to have been appropriate.”
Tomgram: Ira Chernus, Now Who’s The Enemy?
Let’s face it: since 9/11 everything in our American world has been wildly out of proportion. Understandably enough, at the time that attack was experienced as something other than it was. In the heat of the moment, it would be compared to city-destroying or world-ending Hollywood disaster films (“It was like one of them Godzilla movies”), instantly dubbed “the Pearl Harbor of the twenty-first century,” or simply “A New Day of Infamy,” and experienced by many as nothing short of an apocalyptic event inflicted on this country, the equivalent of a nuclear attack — as NBC’s Tom Brokaw said that day, “like a nuclear winter in lower Manhattan,” or as the Topeka Capital-Journal headlined it in a reference to a 1983 TV movie about nuclear Armageddon, “The Day After.” It was, of course, none of this. No imposing imperial challenger had struck the United States without warning, as Japan did on December 7, 1941, in what was essentially a declaration of war. It was anything but the nuclear strike for which the country had been mentally preparing since August 6, 1945 — as, in the years after World War II, American newspapers regularly drew futuristic concentric circles of destruction around American cities and magazines offered visions of our country as a vaporized wasteland. And yet the remains of the World Trade Center were regularly referred to as “Ground Zero,” a term previously reserved for the spot where an atomic explosion had occurred. The 9/11 attacks were, in fact, mounted by the most modest of groups at an estimated cost of only $400,000 to $500,000 and committed by 19 hijackers using our own “weapons” (commercial airliners) against us.
However, the response from a Bush administration eager to strike in the Greater Middle East, especially against Iraq’s Saddam Hussein, was to act as if the country had indeed been hit by nuclear weapons and as if we were now at war with a new Nazi Germany or Soviet Union. In the process, Bush officials took that first natural urge to go apocalyptic, to see our country as endangered at an existential level, and ran with it. As a result, from September 12, 2001, on, the confusion, the inability to see things as they actually were, would never end. The Bush administration, of course, promptly launched its own “global war on terror.” (GWOT was the acronym.) Its officials then made that “global” quite real by insisting that they were planning to fight terrorism in a mind-boggling 60 or more countries around the planet.
Fifteen disastrous years later, having engaged in wars, occupations, or conflicts in at least seven countries in the Greater Middle East, having left failed or failing states littered in our path and spurred the spread of terror groups throughout that region and beyond, we now find ourselves in the age of Trump, and if it isn’t obvious to you that everything remains dangerously out of whack, it should be. Consider the set of former military men and associated figures the new president has appointed to run the national security state. As TomDispatch regular and professor of religious studies Ira Chernus points out today, they uniformly believe — shades of GWOT — that our country is in a literal “world war” at this very second, and they seem to believe as well that its fate and the planet’s are at stake, even if none of them can quite decide whom it is we’re actually fighting. This struggle against, well, whomever, is so apocalyptic that, in their opinion, our very “Judeo-Christian” civilization is at stake. (Hence the recent Muslim ban, even if not quite called that.) On all of this, Chernus offers their own grim, whacked-out words as proof.
Who could deny that, by now, many Americans have lost the ability to see the world as it is, put much of anything in perspective, or sort out genuine threats from fantasy constructs? As a result, we’re led by delusional officials overseen, as if in some terrible Hollywood flick about the declining Roman Empire, by a mad, driven leader (who may be quite capable, in a matter of months, of turning the whole world against us). If you don’t believe me, just plunge into Chernus today and into a fantasy war and an apocalyptic fate that supposedly awaits us if we don’t fight to the death against… well…
Perspective, context, proportion? Sorry, we don’t grok you, Earthling. Tom
Field of Fright
The Terror Inside Trump’s White House
By Ira Chernus
What kind of national security policy will the Trump administration pursue globally? On this issue, as on so many others, the incoming president has offered enough contradictory clues, tweets, and comments that the only definitive answer right now is: Who knows?
During his presidential campaign he more or less promised a non-interventionist foreign policy, even as he offered hints that his might be anything but. There was, of course, ISIS to destroy and he swore he would “bomb the shit out of them.” He would, he suggested, even consider using nuclear weapons in the Middle East. And as Dr. Seuss might have said, that was not all, oh no, that was not all. He has often warned of the dangers of a vague but fearsome “radical Islam” and insisted that “terrorists and their regional and worldwide networks must be eradicated from the face of the Earth, a mission we will carry out.” (And he’s already ordered his first special ops raid in Yemen, resulting in one dead American and evidently many dead civilians.)
And when it comes to enemies to smite, he’s hardly willing to stop there, not when, as he told CNN, “I think Islam hates us.” He then refused to confine that hatred to “radical Islam,” given that, on the subject of the adherents of that religion, “it’s very hard to define, it’s very hard to separate. Because you don’t know who’s who.”
And when it comes to enemies, why stop with Islam? Though President Trump has garnered endless headlines for touting a possible rapprochement with Vladimir Putin’s Russia, he also suggested during the election campaign that he would be tougher on the Russian president than Hillary Clinton, might have “a horrible relationship” with him, and might even consider using nukes in Europe, presumably against the Russians. His apparent eagerness to ramp up the American nuclear arsenal in a major way certainly presents another kind of challenge to Russia.
And then, of course, there’s China. After all, in addition to his own belligerent comments on that country, his prospective secretary of state, Rex Tillerson, and his press secretary, Sean Spicer, have both recently suggested that the U.S. should prevent China from accessing artificial islands that country has created and fortified in the South China Sea — which would be an obvious American act of war.
In sum, don’t take the promise of non-intervention too seriously from a man intent, above all else, on pouring money into the further “rebuilding” of a “depleted” U.S. military. Just who might be the focus of future Trumpian interventions is, at best, foggy, since his vision of The Enemy — ISIS aside — remains an ever-moving target.
Suppose, though, we judge the new president not by his own statements alone, but by the company he keeps — in this case, those he chooses to advise him on national security. Do that and a strange picture emerges. On one thing all of Trump’s major national security appointees seem crystal clear. We are, each one of them insists, in nothing less than a world war in which non-intervention simply isn’t an option. And in that they are hardly kowtowing to the president. Each of them took such a position before anyone knew that there would be a Donald Trump administration.
There’s only one small catch: none of them can quite agree on just whom we’re fighting in this twenty-first-century global war of ours. So let’s take a look at this crew, one by one, and see what their records might tell us about intervention, Trump-style.
Michael Flynn’s Field of Fright
The most influential military voice should be that of retired Lieutenant General and National Security Adviser Michael Flynn (though his position is already evidently weakening). He will lead the National Security Council (NSC), which historian David Rothkopf calls the “brain” and “nerve center” of the White House. Flynn laid out his views in detail in the 2014 book he co-authored with neocon Michael Ledeen, The Field of Fight: How We Can Win the Global War Against Radical Islam and Its Allies (a volume that Trump, notorious for not reading books, “highly recommended”). To call Flynn’s views frightening would be an understatement.
America, Flynn flatly asserts, is “in a world war” and it could well be a “hundred-year war.” Worse yet, “if we lose this war, [we would live] in a totalitarian state… a Russian KGB or Nazi SS-like state.” So “we will do whatever it takes to win… If you are victorious, the people will judge whatever means you used to have been appropriate.”
But whom exactly must we defeat? It turns out, according to him, that we face an extraordinary network of enemies “that extends from North Korea and China to Russia, Iran, Syria, Cuba, Bolivia, Venezuela, and Nicaragua.” And that’s not all, not by a long shot. There’s “also al-Qaeda, Hezbollah, ISIS, and countless other terrorist groups.” And don’t forget “the merging of narcotics traffickers, organized criminals, and terrorists.” (Flynn has claimed that “Mexican drug cartels” actually post signs at the U.S.-Mexican border — in Arabic, no less — marking “lanes of entry” for Islamic terrorists.)
Now, that’s quite a list! Still, “radical Islam” seems to be America’s number one enemy on most pages of the book and Flynn puts the spotlight of fear squarely on one nation-state: “Iran is the linchpin of the alliance, its centerpiece.”
How Shi’ite Iran can be the “linchpin” in what turns out to be a worldwide insurgency of the Sunni Islamic State (aka ISIS) is something of a mystery. Perhaps it’s not any single version of Islam that threatens us, but the religion in all its many forms, or so Flynn seems to have decided after he published his book. In this spirit, in February 2016 he infamously tweeted “Fear of Islam is RATIONAL” as an endorsement of a video that indicted and vilified that religion of 1.6 billion people. And to this day he evidently remains unsure whether “radical Islam” — or maybe even Islam as a whole — is a religion or a political ideology that we must fight to the death.
In our present world, all of this highlights another glaring contradiction: Why would Vladimir Putin’s Russia, for so long fiercely resisting Muslim insurgencies within its own borders and now fighting in Syria, ally with global radical Islam? In his book, Flynn offers this facile (and farfetched) explanation meant to clarify everything that otherwise makes no sense whatsoever: all the forces arrayed against us around the world are “united in their hatred of the democratic West and their conviction that dictatorship is superior.”
Anti-democratic ideology, if you’ll excuse the choice of words, trumps all. Our enemies are waging war “against the entire Western enterprise.” In response, in his book Flynn ups the ante on the religious nature of our global war, calling on all Americans to “accept what we were founded upon, a Judeo-Christian ideology built on a moral set of rules and ties… The West, and especially America, is far more civilized, far more ethical and moral, than the system our main enemies want to impose on us.”
As it happens, though, Flynn seems to have come to a somewhat different conclusion since his book was published. “We can’t do what we want to do unless we work with Russia, period,” he’s told the New York Times. “What we both have is a common enemy… radical Islam.” The Russians, it turns out, may be part of that Christian… well, why not use the word… crusade against Islam. And among other things, Russia might even be able to help “get Iran to back out of the proxy wars they are involved in.” (One of which, however, is against ISIS, a reality Flynn simply ducks.)
Of course, Russia has not significantly changed its policies in this period. It’s Flynn, at a moment when geopolitical strategy trumps (that word again!) ideology, who has apparently changed his tune on just who our enemy is.
“I would want this enemy to be clearly defined by this president,” Flynn said when talking about President Obama. Now that Donald Trump is president, Flynn’s the one who has to do the defining, and what he’s got on his hands is a long list of enemies, some of whom are visibly at each other’s throats, a list evidently open to radical revision at any moment.
All we can say for sure is that Michael Flynn doesn’t like Islam and wants us to be afraid, very afraid, as we wage that “world war” of his. When he chose a title for his book he seems to have forgotten one letter. It should have been The Field of Fright. And his present job title deserves a slight alteration as well: national insecurity adviser.
An Uncertain (In)Security Team
On the national insecurity team Flynn heads, everyone seems to share a single conviction: that we are indeed already in a global war, which we just might lose. But each of them has his or her own favorites among Flynn’s vast array of proffered enemies.
Take his top assistant at the NSC, K.T. McFarland. For her, the enemy is neither a nation nor a political unit, but a vaguely defined “apocalyptic death cult… the most virulent and lethal in history” called “radical Islam.” She adds, “If we do not destroy the scourge of radical Islam, it will ultimately destroy Western civilization… and the values we hold dear.” For her, it’s an old story: civilization against the savages.
There’s no way to know whether McFarland will have real influence on decision-making in the Oval Office, but her view of the enemy has been voiced in much the same language by someone who already does have such influence, white nationalist Steve Bannon, whom the president has just given a seat on the National Security Council. (He reportedly even had a major hand in writing the new president’s Inaugural Address.) Trump’s senior counselor and key adviser on long-term foreign policy strategy offered rare insight into his national insecurity views in a talk he gave at, of all places, the Vatican.
We’re in “a war that’s already global,” Bannon declared, “an outright war against jihadist Islamic fascism.” However, we also face an equally dangerous threat: “an immense secularization of the West,” which “converges” with “radical Islam” in a way he didn’t bother to explain. He did, however, make it very clear that the fight against the “new barbarity” of “radical Islam” is a “crisis of our faith,” a struggle to save the very ideals of “the Judeo-Christian West … a church and a civilization that really is the flower of mankind.”
New CIA Director Mike Pompeo seems to agree wholeheartedly with Bannon that we’re in a global religious war, “the kind of struggle this country has not faced since its great wars.” Part of the key to survival, as he sees it, is for “more politicians of faith to infuse the government with their beliefs and get the nation back on track, instead of bowing to secularism.” In this battle of churches and mosques, he also claims that the line has been drawn between “those who accept modernity and those who are barbarians,” by which he means “the Islamic east.” In such a grandiose tangle, who exactly is who among our enemies remains up for grabs. All Pompeo seems to knows for sure is that “evil is all around us.”
Retired General and Secretary of Defense James Mattis admits forthrightly just how confusing this all is, but he, too, insists that we have to “take a firm, strategic stance in defense of our values.” And who exactly is threatening those values? “Political Islam?” he asked an audience rhetorically. On that subject, he answered himself this way: “We need to have the discussion.” After all, he went on, “If we won’t even ask the question, how do we even recognize which is our side in a fight?”
Several years ago, however, when Barack Obama asked him to spell out his top priorities as CENTCOM commander in the Greater Middle East, Mattis was crystal clear. He bluntly replied that he had three priorities: “Number one: Iran. Number two: Iran. Number three: Iran.” Moreover, in his confirmation hearings, he suddenly proclaimed Russia a “principal threat… an adversary in key areas.”
Still another view comes from retired General and Secretary of Homeland Security James Kelly. He, too, is sure that “our country today is in a life-and-death struggle against an evil enemy” that exists “around the globe.” But for him that evil enemy is, above all, the drug cartels and the undocumented immigrants crossing the U.S.-Mexican border. They pose the true “existential” threat to the United States.
Everyone on Trump’s national insecurity team seems to agree on one thing: the United States is in a global war to the death, which we could lose, bringing some quite literal version of apocalyptic ruin down on our nation. Yet there is no consensus on whom or what exactly we are fighting.
Flynn, presumably the key voice on the national insecurity team, offers a vast and shifting array of enemies milling around pugnaciously on Trumpworld’s field of fright. The others each highlight and emphasize one or more groups, movements, or nations in that utterly confused crew of potential adversaries.
We Need an Enemy, Any Enemy
This could, of course, lead to bruising disagreements and a struggle for control over the president’s foreign and military policies. It’s more likely, though, that Trump and his team don’t see these differences as crucial, as long as they all agree that the threat of destruction really is at our doorstep, whoever the designated deliverer of our apocalyptic fate may be. Starting out with such a terrifying assumption about how our present world works as their unquestioned premise, they then can play fill-in-the-blank, naming a new enemy as often as they wish.
For the last near-century, after all, Americans have been filling in that blank fairly regularly, starting with the Nazis and fascists of World War II, then the Soviet Union and other members of the “communist bloc” (until, like China and Yugoslavia, they weren’t), then Vietnamese, Cubans, Grenadians, Panamanians, so-called narco-terrorists, al-Qaeda (of course!), and more recently ISIS, among others. Trump reminds us of this history when he says things like: “In the twentieth century, the United States defeated Fascism, Nazism, and Communism. We will defeat Radical Islamic Terrorism, just as we have defeated every threat we have faced in every age before.”
The field of fright that Trump and his team are bringing to the White House is, by now, an extreme version of a familiar feature of American life. The specter of apocalypse (in the modern American meaning of the word), the idea that we face some enemy dedicated above all else to destroying us utterly and totally, is buried so deep in our political discourse that we rarely take the time to think about it.
One question: Why is such an apocalyptic approach — even when, as at present, so ludicrously confused and unsupported by basic facts, not to say confusing to its own proponents — convincing for so many Americans?
One answer seems clear enough: it’s hard to rally the public behind interventions and wars explicitly aimed at expanding American power and control (which is why the top officials of the Bush administration worked so hard to locate fantasy weapons of mass destruction in Saddam Hussein’s Iraq and bogusly link him to the 9/11 attacks before invading his country in 2003). Americans have assured pollsters for years that they don’t want to be the cops of the world. So, as successful leaders since President Franklin Roosevelt have recognized, any wars or steps toward war must be clothed in the word defense, and if you can add a sense of apocalyptic menace to the package, all the better.
Defense is little short of a sacred term in the American lexicon (right down to the “Defense” Department, once upon a time known far more accurately as the War Department). It bestows an aura of moral justification on even the most violent and aggressive acts. As long as the public is convinced that we must defend ourselves at all costs against an enemy that threatens our very world, anything is possible.
Trump and his national insecurity team are blessed with an added benefit in this process: the coming of all-news, all-the-time media, which has a tendency to inflate even the relatively modest (if bloody) acts of “lone wolf” terrorists until they seem to engulf our lives, 24/7, threatening everything we hold dear. Images of terror that might once have been glimpsed for a few minutes on the nightly news are now featured, as with the San Bernardino or the Pulse night club killings, for days, even weeks, at a time.
Certainly, when so many news consumers in the world’s most powerful nation accept such fearsome imagery, and their own supposed vulnerability to it, as reality itself (as pollsters tell us so many Americans indeed do), they do so in part because it makes whatever violence our government inflicts on others seem “regrettable, but necessary” and therefore moral; it absolves us, that is, of responsibility.
In part, too, such collective apocalyptic anxiety gives Americans a perverse common bond in a world in which — as the recent presidential campaign showed — it’s increasingly hard to find a common denominator that defines American identity for all of us. The closest we can come is a shared determination to defend our nation against those who would destroy it. In 2017, if we didn’t have such enemies, would we have any shared idea of what it means to be an American? Since we’ve been sharing that sense of identity for three-quarters of a century now, it’s become, for most of us, a matter of unquestioned habit, offering the peculiar comfort that familiarity typically brings.
At this point, beyond upping the ante against ISIS, no one can predict just what force, set of groups, nation or nations, or even religion the Trump administration might choose as the next great “threat to national security.” However, as long as the government, the media, and so much of the public agree that staving off doom is America’s preeminent mission, the administration will have something close to a blank check to do whatever it likes. When it comes to “defending” the nation, what other choice is there?
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Copyright 2017 Ira Chernus
[thoughts from ~burning woman~ by Sha’Tara]
As a species, we believe in two basic approaches to human beginnings and development.
The first is based on religious myths, that some gods, or God, created man from dirt and air and made “man” a living soul. Then as some sort of afterthought, seeing as his man was lonely, he took a rib from the man and made him a “help mate” i.e., companion, a slave, a sex toy, a secondary appurtenance, a wo-man. That skewed and screwed up pair of cursed Earthians then proceeded to wander off into the real world and make babies, according to the command to be fruitful and multiply. I need to add here that if there ever was one divine commandment “man” did take to heart, that’s the one. Believers and unbelievers alike bend themselves (or stretch themselves) eagerly to fulfill the commands of their God. I also need to point out that their very first born, a male of course, being “the best of the best of the best, Sir!” proceeded to murder his only brother because he was pissed at God. Not an ostentatious beginning all around, was it, but that’s the patriarchy’s crowing (I meant “crowning” but “crowing” is rather fitting) moment.
Flip the coin over and man’s lofty beginning is ratcheted down by quite a lot. Now he’s simply the result of billions of years of bits and pieces of sub-atomic particles, then assorted cells (matter) assembling themselves from muck and mire into “man” presumably complete with self-awareness and a sense of “right and wrong” which of course in the ultra-conservative Darwinist sense, makes absolutely no sense at all because in evolution, how can there ever arise consciousness; the sense of right or wrong? Of morality? Of beliefs in gods and need to worship same? Well, them’s been thorny issues for die-hard evolutionists, but they’ve certainly been bold in promoting all kinds of laughable theories on how that came about. I can let that go, there’s enough material on it out there to choke a herd of elephants, not that I’m promoting the idea we should choke a herd of elephants, it’s just a figure of speech.
What’s the truth then? How did “we” develop into the truly crazy, twisted numbties we are, poised on the edge of blowing ourselves up sky high; definitely over-breeding and over-populating; poisoning every aspect of our living environment, destroying its ecology for rising numbered stakes?
Is there a Third Option; another approach to man’s appearance, development and current condition we should be looking at? An option that the “System” is desperately determined to prevent us from looking into, discovering and worse case scenario for the System, to accept as logical and obvious? Something logical that would explain “us”?
I’ll say this: it’s possible. I don’t do facts; I don’t do truth. There are no such things as facts and there is no such thing as “the truth” in my mind’s world. There is no Way. There is no Source. There is no Law. There is no One. And just to emphasize it again, there is no Secret.
Note that play on words: there is no One. There is no-one. Now add “else” to that and you get, there is only me. Is this a great place to be or what? From “me” I free myself to “know” how I was made, where I come from, what I am, what I want to be (when I grow up, which is probably never). I am the only One; the only Truth; the only Way, the only Source, the only Law. How does that work? It works perfectly well because none of that matters to me, nor should it matter to anyone when properly reasoned. After all is said and done, after all the dark clouds have floated over; the lightning has spent itself and the last peels of thunder have echoed and died beyond the far valley of the shadow of death, I still don’t know, nor does anyone else. I know as much, and as little, as anyone else. That’s the great equalizer.
What I’ve just written should be as obvious to anyone as a sore thumb that’s just had an unofficial encounter with a deranged hammer. Look at all the books; all the history, the philosophy, the religious tomes, tracts and diatribes, the political speeches, the scientific manuals, the economic theories of past and present; the self-help pulp fiction and health magazines and what have you got? A lot of information certainly, but of what actual value is it? What you have is a pile of dollar bills based on non-existent physical commodities. You have promissory notes, nothing more. Some promise heaven and nirvana; some promise wealth, or health, or peace or […] (fill in the blanks), but in the end, none have ever delivered on their promises except for brief and tenuous moments in time or to individuals who would have achieved same without the verbal diarrhea.
I just “clocked” man’s population and this is what I got: Current World Population 7,479,106,500 (as of midnight, January 21, 2017)
That’s right, we’re now at 7.5 billions and rising by the second. It’s crazy, it’s madness: it’s man-made with his hand-maid. There is nothing “natural” about that sort of rise in any population. It’s artificial; mindlessly driven by a programming neither “divine” nor “evolved”- an old implant run amuck.
Have you ever wondered why in ancient times there arose so many taboos and issues around sex? Why to this day there is such a problem balancing sexual relationships? Why women whose bodies certainly sexually attract men more than vice-versa, suffer so much discrimination because of the fact that most female bodies are, in fact, sexual organs, and they never “go out of season” as do those of other animals? Did you ever wonder, if you are a male, why you are always driven to seek the female, no matter your age or situation; (or no matter your religion!) that having your own female partner creates no substantial ‘protection’ or psychological barrier against your seeking, or being constantly aware of and desiring contact with, the female sex around you?
Addressing women, do you not wonder why, knowing the conditions of the world and the glaring fact of its human overpopulation and the guarantee of a truly shitty future you still desire to have “your own” children, as if your addition to the problem didn’t matter? As if “having them” trumps your ability to guarantee them a decent, safe, healthy future? Why women in such dire poverty they cannot feed themselves still have that imperative need to give birth?
Don’t you think that “nature” should automatically jump into the fray at this point to prevent pregnancies, or cause men to lose their sexual interest in female bodies? Shouldn’t something biological happen to derail the sex drive, if even for a generation or two, or drive it down to only a very small percentage of the population until we reach a level easily sustainable without earth-destroying poisonous technologies or senseless wars and genocides?
But “nature” can’t jump in here because this phenomenon has nothing to do with nature. “Man” as he appears on the earth scene is not a naturally occurring biological entity but something off nature’s charts. Man is a cloned species, a totally unnatural designer (GMO) species, invented for a particular purpose by a race, or races of space beings who
- a) deliberately left no trace of their passage here or
- b) whose passage was deliberately obliterated by whomever forcefully removed these aliens, or
- c) came after the aliens left, attempting to clean up the mess they left behind.
They cleaned up as best they could, (imagine the clean up after the BP oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico for example, and the on-going after-effects) removing the most dangerous remnants of alien technology, seeing no good reason the destroy the stone structures, then instead of wiping us off, being perhaps empathetic beings, chose to leave us to our own devices hoping that without our masters to drive us we would all naturally return to nature… They seemed to have overlooked the programming, or hoped that it would breed itself out: it didn’t.
Some of the descendants of the cloned bipedal “slave species of God” didn’t return to nature. Some “remembered” and rebuilt the “cities of the gods” and re-created some of their technology; collectivized into ever-expanding power groups; into city-states and empires, and proceeded from there to go out and plunder, rape and enslave, as did their godly forebears. They massacred and enslaved the ones who had re-adapted to the land and systematically destroyed their ways, replacing them with cities and industry – the legacy of their ancient masters, gods and forebears.
They don’t build stone megaliths now, they still don’t have that technology, and can’t remember why they were originally built in any case, but they build highrises, ICBM’s, aircraft carriers, greenhouses and monster trucks. They invent poison after poison to destroy a natural environment which seems inimical to them; a constant irritation and enemy. They have re-invented GMO’s – and cloning – two of their alien forebears’ main accomplishments and the basis of much of their technology. They cram, kill and destroy, that’s the only lucrative game in town; certainly the most exciting; the specialty du jour. It’s the programming and they’re lovin’ it!
Did I make it clear what I mean by “the third option”? That we are the by-product of alien intervention, manipulation, meddling, in the natural cycle of a planet? The evidence of this Third Option is irrefutable. There is us, the pseudo-humans, a species obviously two bricks short of a load as concerns interaction with nature and… lo and behold, we have stone megaliths like the great pyramid, Baalbek and a plethora of other unexplained (in terms of size, locations and purpose) stone artifacts from prehistory being discovered everywhere, including under seas and oceans; constructs which our benighted “Darwinist evolutionists” and religionists again try with pitiful, childish and laughable pseudo science; anthropological legerdemain or reference to divine miracles, to “explain” away. But they are not going away and the curse of real science is that it drives the quest for definite explanations and will never rest satisfied with academic pronouncements, comical “pulpitations” and massive doses of propaganda.
Man’s civilization train doesn’t run on a natural cyclic track but counter to it. It began with an alien invasion and global conquest; it was built on a straight, downhill track, and it comes to a sudden end. At the end of the track there’s a safety barrier, of course, as all train track terminals do, but at the exponentially gathered speed of this monster, that barrier has no chance to hold. The train will plough through it as if it was kindling to fly off over the abyss, plummeting to perdition. The only survivors will be the few who doubted the train’s purpose and vaunted safety or it’s societal necessity and who wouldn’t get on board, despite the many threats and inducements.
To those on board, particularly to those partying in the First Class compartments I have one question: do you have any idea how close you are to hitting the barrier? My guess is, none, and you could care less. Caring about consequences; taking personal responsibility simply isn’t part of the programming. Only the few who have broken the programming can understand what that means and they’re too few to create much more than a few local disturbances, easily quelled by security forces; the effects sucked in global apathy, leaving no trace.
World population clock link http://www.worldometers.info/world-population/
[off the cuff by Sha’Tara]
One day on earth, it so happened that two people were praying.
One was in a Christian chapel, on his knees. He was praying for God to destroy all Muslims. He was very sincere, as sincere as he knew how; as sincere as he’d seen his preacher being sincere the Sunday before when asking the faithful to pray to God for the destruction of Islam.
Almost at opposite points on the planet, another man was praying on his mat, careful to kneel down and bow all the way to the floor from his prayer mat, careful to face Mecca. He even had his GPS on to make sure. His request to Allah was much in line with the Christian’s request, that God should destroy all the enemies of Islam, particularly all Christians.
God, to that point, on that day, was having a great time. He’d scored, not one, but two, holes in one on the Great Divine House lawn golf course. He’d beaten both Michael and Jesus. As I am saying, a great, great day. Then he opened his iphone to check on the incoming requests – he didn’t always trust his staff to deal properly with the more difficult ones. Try to imagine his chagrin to see the two aforementioned prayers flashing on the screen in front of his eyes. They had a priority one rating.
As you probably assume, God isn’t given to profanity; he doesn’t care that much for it even in lesser beings though he tolerates the odd infraction from the earth creatures. He knows them well and if he didn’t make allowances for them, he also knows only too well that his arch enemy, the guy with the endless fracking and endless spills that burn forever, would get all of them for himself. But in this instance, God let out a typical Earthian swear, a rather common one, “Ah shit! How stupid can these people be, huh?”
“What’s up dad?” asks Jesus, who’d just parked the divine cart and had ambled over. “I haven’t heard you swear in public in a long time. It’s from earth, right? What’d they do now?”
“Have a look!” And he hands the phone over to the Son. “I really shouldn’t pay any attention to this crap, really. But if I don’t do something, this is going to be more spam and I can’t very well block, like, five billion people from that planet now, can I? There’s the odd tweet in there that is actually legitimate.
“I see what you mean, dad,” says Jesus handing the phone back. “What would a person have to do to teach them the rudimentary lessons of life on a tiny world with no place to go? I dunno, I did my part back when and I’m not going back there, read my lips. I think your really fucked up when you made those critters, dad. What were you on, anyway?”
“Hey, son, watch the language. Reality check!” and the old man slaps his son across the left cheek. “This is heaven, not earth. Remember one of the cardinal rules, at least: honour your father and mother. Well, at least honour your father. And you’re not too old for the soap treatment.”
“Sorry dad. I know it’s a touchy subject. So whatcha gonna do about those tweets?”
“What am I gonna do? I’ll tell ya. I’m of a mind to answer both their requests, on the spot.”
“Really? On the spot? How do you plan on doing it?” Jesus looks very excited at the prospect of finally getting his revenge.
“Well, maybe not on the spot. I have to think. What’s the main concern down there now? War? Genocide? What?”
“Climate change! They’re all mostly focused on that at the moment. Their doomsday prophets are faking for, the reactionaries faking against. It’s big overtime on the Internet, poised to go viral any day.”
“OK, climate change it is. I’m going to throw the works at them: earthquakes, tsunamis, tornados, lightning storms, floods, droughts, cave-ins, volcanos, golf-ball-size hail, meteorites, sun flares, and I’m going to kill everything in the oceans this time. I want to see world wide plagues from rotting fish. And I want to see some real famine, not this piddly African stuff. I want to see Mexico City, Riyadh, Jeddah and New York totally starved out and overrun by rats and cockroaches.”
“But what about those that aren’t claiming to be ours, like those social Darwinists, communists, atheists, agnostics, pagans and all the others with their ancient religions? What happens to them?”
“I should care about those? They were all going to hell anyway, and they were all going to die, right? That changes nothing for them. Just a change of direction for those that call on my Name with their ignorant tweets. I’m fed up to here with ‘em.”
“Who’s going to be in charge of the fireworks, dad?”
“You seem a mite eager boy. I dunno… I am thinking of teaming up Raphael, Gabriel and of course, Michael.” Jesus pouts. “OK, I hate to see a grown man cry. The show is yours. You have one earth year to get everything ready for the big launch. And don’t forget, I want a pavilion on the moon with all amenities. Slave girls; ambrosian ales. And I want to see everything to the end, however long it takes.”
“Won’t they wonder why you’re not answering their tweets, I mean prayers, in the meantime?”
“Why should they? You know as well as I they’re used to that. But this time, oh yeah baby I’m going to answer their prayers, and they’ll know it’s me doing it.
“We need an impromptu meeting. Get some people together. Don’t forget those earth physicists, you know the ones who invented those weapons of mass destruction? Bring in a couple genocidal maniacs too. Their ideas will come in handy.