Cultural wormhole

Any decision made out of fear is always wrong. Its major feature is those who suffer for it.

Now we have consequence piled neck high upon deception. One more big lie from the Washington war machine and we will all suffocate, it seems sometimes.

The alternative seems to be to be dead, incinerated by white phosphorus on some dusty Falluja street, or perhaps emaciated by cancer deposited inside you by your soldier-husband’s uranium semen.

When you turn to your doctor, he will do one of two things: medicate you into oblivion or send you into a building inside which your life functions will be surreptitiously terminated as quickly and economically as possible.

And you start to get the hint that maybe this is all a job you should take care of yourself, because, as the old saying goes, if you don’t do it, who will? And then, very likely, it won’t get done, no matter how important it is.

Human society is entering a cultural wormhole within which the entire structure of its formulas for existing is being shaken to the core.

As the sinister and violent gap between spin and soul widens into drugged mass murder from the air, all humans feel the tightness in their chests as they crouch in their huts and pray to their neighborhood deities that the storm will blow over soon and won’t kill them when it passes.

Like the supposed K-T boundary in archeology which furnished evidence of the meteor strike in the Yucatan 65 million years ago that killed everything on the planet larger than a chicken, what is about to happen to all of us is of inestimable magnitude.

For the last two decades, I have conjected that if the ancient legends are correctly interpreted, an exponential advance in consciousness will blossom in 2012, and things which have always existed will suddenly become visible to us. The entire context of the human species and Planet Earth will suddenly change. Some say this is already happening.

My great fear is that the controllers will be able to continue their soulless dominance of human cattle through this transition, and somehow maintain their sadistic stranglehold on human thought.

It is up to us cyberrenegades — my fellow members of the Invisible College forever battling the evil Theocrats (thank you, Kyle) — not to let that happen.

And what a great opportunity we have. I learned this from a Roy Rogers movie. Ambushes are always best in a narrow pass.

So we need a narrow pass, and wouldn’t you know? There’s one right in front of every person, happening right now. Get on the bus, Gus!

But more on that later. Crucially, we need to learn the contours of this golden opportunity, this cultural wormhole, as thoroughly and accurately as we can. All the great coaches know the game is won on preparation. The purpose of the game is to wrest control of the conscience of the human race (because conscience is the one thing that elevates us above other animals, as long as we are responsible to that conscience), and make sure every individual on this planet has absolute control over his or her own soul. That’s how it should be, and will be, if we win.

The reason the gap between spin and soul — the brittle corporate lies that justify false wars vs. the joyous human spirit that wants to party all the time — exists is because powerful people profit from creating weapons and selling them. Then they get fools to use them so they can sell even more.

That’s no fairy tale, Podnuh. That’s what runs the world.

And why do we do it? To get money to have comfortable families. Or pursue our pathological penchants.

Reminds me of an old poem. “When success a lover’s toil attends, few ask if fraud or force attained his ends.”

But is it the way we want the world run? No freaking way.

Look what it has brought us. Masters and slaves. And that’s the game we play.

So, in the wormhole, as human need collapses into exigency and happenstance, the masters have already shown their teeth, and told us what they’re going to do to us. Imagine Dick Cheney’s leering smile. They have told us over and over they are going to lie to us as they kill us, and they continue to do so.

Yet we live our lives as if what they do does not affect us, we turn our backs when someone intrudes on our individual realities, and continue to insist, whistling past the graveyard, that the storm will blow over.

Opportunities as yet undiscovered and unrealized must be exploited if the malignant media mindlock is to be demolished. The great hoax in the world in A.D. 2006 is that commercial exploitation threatens to demolish the very conditions by which we exist, and the vast majority of human inhabitants who could be in a position to do something about the problem are simply too lost in their delusional, self-referential existences to realize their own survival chances are poisoned by their choice of courses. Ernest Becker took it one step deeper: “Material production is the greatest evil in human history.”

Hey, I like my comfortable computer chair. So I’m not advocating the return of humanity to the tree-dwelling society of the Penan in Sarawak (although I would like to confer with them about their thoughts on harmony), but I am saying that in this test time in the cultural wormhole, we should take a much harder look at the methods of indigenous living, and realize that any genuine, actualized future should involve a much closer intimacy with the planet that sustains us. Dirt under the fingernails should be a required course in every year of education.

As we wear out the planet with our follies, we must learn to live on the land like a feather. Some Indian said that. I think he was a Pawnee.

Yet in the 2006 mainstream, little girls in New York are taught to dress like whores, and in Washington, male hookers frolic at the highest levels of government, which is supported by people who worship Jehovah’s wrath at evil Arab hijackers.

A wormhole, in case you’ve never watched Star Trek, is a theoretical concept in astronomical physics, a mysterious link between nonlocal galaxies through which one cannot predict that what goes in one end will be even remotely similar to what comes out at the other.

In the cultural wormhole, the choice is clear. Either we swallow the RFID chip in the mercury-laden vaccine for a disease that will never really come, and enjoy our robotoid pleasures like the Super Bowl, or we will kick down the Mylar wall, walk out into the sunshine, and, with forthright and compassionate behavior, build a better world — based primarily on the value of friendship and equal justice for all, not just for those who have told enough lies to have the money to be able to buy justice.

We can choose to be slaves, too. Just turn on the TV.

Oh yes, Ragnarok, an old Norse legend of the final battle of the world, fought between two priests in a field near the Rainbow Bridge. Though both are killed and the Earth is scourged with blood and mourning, a new green world emerges as the dust settles, a clean joyous community in which justice reigns and peace prevails.

Focus on that and we’ll get there. Don’t and we won’t.

John Kaminski is a writer who lives on the Gulf Coast of Florida and whose Internet essays are seen on hundreds of websites around the world. These have been collected into two anthologies, and along with “The Day America Died: Why You Shouldn’t Believe the Official Story of What Happened on September 11, 2001,” are available at http://www.johnkaminski.com/

John Kaminski is a writer who lives in the Gulf Coast of Florida (pelicans are back, eating merrily) whose essays are seen on hundreds of websites around the world.