The song we all will sing
By John Kaminski October 13, 2005 email@example.com
Things come along when they're needed enough ... what I see instead is a glorious future. I've said to people for years that America is at the dawn of its Republic now, because we never had a Republic. We've been under control of the bankers the whole time. We'll get our own government and America will begin to have a history. We have no history. All we have is a history of Zionist intrigue. Eustace Mullins, 7/8/03http://www.conspiracyplanet.com/channel.cfm?channelid=130&contentid=2623
We don't love each other because we choose to, we love each other because we must, because it is the only practical way to get us through this night that we call our days. Plus, if we don't, we'll wind up killing each other, as has been illustrated on a daily basis since even before the first hairy biped jumped out of his banyan tree. That information is available. Access it now.
We are united by our mortality. We all share the same perspective when we first begin to notice the shadows lengthening and confront the turmoil of all the inner dialogues with infinity that rattle our souls. We begin to look at others differently, with a new understanding. It's how most of us learn to "walk a mile in another man's shoes."
We are united by our mortality. The realization that all living beings share the same fate generates an automatic bond of empathy and understanding. How sickeningly ironic that in our unquenchable fear we should change the one thing that unites us into the major thing that divides us.
So we invent artificial enemies, disparage them, then obliterate them to prove to ourselves that we are conquering heroes. And in a little space in our minds, a place we seldom visit, these victories console us for the inevitability of the darkest day to come, the one we cannot avoid. So we don't usually realize that fear of the one thing has a lot to do with our enthusiastic destruction of the other. All battles are practice for the final battle. Conduct yourselves well. The enemies you invent will shadow you across time and eventually defeat you, even if they are fictional fantasies.
Always tell the truth, even if it appears at the time to hurt you. When you tell a lie, it sends ripples out into the world of consciousness that sends people in the wrong direction. If you actually respect those people, you don't want to do that. It retards their progress as well as your own. But worse from a selfish standpoint is that when you give people false information, it guarantees that they are not going to be able to help you, because what they give you back will based on your own lies.
God knows the ripples in the world that are caused by lies are depicted well enough by all the blood and trauma we see every day, that we have become inured to. Each of us has accepted a relative level of necessary bloodletting as our very cost of doing business, so in that sense, none of us in any different from clever charlatans like Cheney, and realizing that, as Paul Levy has pointed out, helps us better understand the method to both their madness and ours.
Study the Tenth Commandment (Exodus 20:17), and realize that men in black frocks insist that God told men only to above all protect their property, and only then to look after the females one had happened to acquire as property. These are the people we have let run the world for five millennia, and also the ones shouting the loudest that to fix what has been broken, things should be done their way.
But here's the real curriculum.
Since in a very basic way, man hates himself, it becomes a fatal step of twisted logic that his fondest dream is to gloriously destroy himself defending what he has chosen for himself to be worthwhile. To make his death count for something.
He does this an act of expiation for the price he cannot pay for a gift so great that it is way beyond his comprehension, a fact which he mostly chooses to ignore.
But above all else, he pretends he knows. And the whole problem is that he really doesn't, or why would he keep searching?
If he knew, why wouldn't he stop right there and exclaim "Eureka! This is it! We need go no further ... ahem ... Praise the Lord!"
Because he can't, and still be honest with himself. He knows, deep down, that the frail human choice made in the 4th century A.D. to codify the dimensions of divine infinity and lock down human thoughtforms with a standardized method of psychological redemption has really hurt us as a species in ways that we still do not fully comprehend.
The fact that so much mass murder is couched in religious phraseology is the most egregious example, but God filters on the way we think and act have prevented us from even attempting to figure out what we're doing to ourselves.
True people, with real hearts, have less a say in the the issues that affect them than ever before, owing to the lifelong media mindlock that limits their choices, the very same formula religion uses to condition the populace into conforming behavior, in order to conceal the fact that every death in warfare has been the murder of a brother or sister.
In order to treat anybody honestly, you have to treat everybody honestly. How is it that we have political leaders who treat nobody honestly, not even themselves? There can only be one conclusion. We are not being honest with ourselves.
The finest things we say are totally dependent on our ability to listen. We postpone our own gratification because our friends need us, and the deal is always worth it. What harmful childhood injury, what hateful, xenophobic creed warped these wealthy white men into twisted, thoughtless butchers interested only in the number of zeroes following a digit?
The more likely and unpalatable story is that these men are just like us busting (as in "busting a move") their bogus rationales on the world simply because they can.
I don't want to be confused with those who are addicted to disaster news as some kind of horror film, people whose minds are glazed over in apoplectic stupefaction at the unending succession of atrocities that bedazzle our attention spans and numb our senses. Though I am stricken by the horror of what surrounds us, I try to remember information is nothing without context, and in the barrage of daily revelations from the cannibals' corporate spin machine we lose sight of the really important stories in the ceaseless cacophony of crises. Downing Street. This is the story that proved the American people are cruel, heartless idiots, out to destroy themselves, and everybody else.
The nightmare murder machine is not going to be defanged overnight. I myself have been contemplating what society will be like AFTER Armageddon, but, of course, being a pampered child of American affluence, I simply can't, so I probably won't survive.
How to cure every problem the world faces, in one, three-world sentence.
"Fix the bridges."
Life is a bridge in time from nonexistence to infinity, with this too short organic animation we call our lifetimes coming in between and providing the roadway for our journey. It's not about the origin or the destination, it's about the trip, the search, and what you do with it. THAT is the universe. It's a bridge from what was to what will be, and we are, among all the critters in existence, among the selected few to witness this complex drama of what actually is transpiring right in front of our bewildered eyes.
And what a pretty bridge it is. Prettier than the Golden Gate. My bridge spans from my grandfather's horse-drawn memories to being able to send this story to Chennai in 15 seconds. In the long passage through this unfolding path over troubled water, I have had the good fortune to be able to discern the patterns of how we deceive ourselves into thinking that we're really doing something that we're not.
Some people appoint themselves herders and create thoughtforms that the rest of us blindly follow, the urge to merge with the herd being much stronger than we realize. Humans are party animals, but we're also groupies. We like to be together, and who can blame us, because it can be so much fun. A recurring theme of human civilization is that good ideas, that is to say functional and successful strategies for human happiness, tend to start out good but then turn bad when those who maintain the legends decide their own personal success is more important than the success of the mission. Can you say Roman Catholic Church, oppressor of Galileo, which still puts the holy blindfold on our vision?
But THAT bridge the solution everyone finds (or doesn't find) to the worrisome problem of their transitory and temporary status on this plane of existence is simply a matter of personal choice. I don't care what religion people use to rationalize their existential dilemma as long as I don't see it hurting people, like I see with Christianity, Judaism and Islam all chanting, among bleeding bodies in the dust, that their team is better, and that the others should be killed if they don't agree.
Wouldn't you agree that humanity would be much better off without this childish arrogance? Poisonous parochial petulance ... in the truest sense.
As a bridge's foundation is firmly planted in the terrain it seeks to overtravel, so the phrase "fix the bridges" is a resonant mantra that applies to all levels of human endeavor, and is an obvious prescription for ailments that adversely affect everyone in all situations. As a reflexive default mechanism response to adversity, it's not bad. It minimizes hard feelings. A woman taught me that.
Political reality has always revolved around control of valuable commodities, those items in the world that through trade are converted to currency and thereby create power, a psychological fuel that through the tangible energy of the ability to buy things accrues social hegemony to its user. All the other things in life that we use to gauge the success or failure of a single life are controlled by one's ability to wheel through this world in a competent and comfortable fashion. Money is motor oil to the engine of our social lives. Not so odd wars should be fought over oil. But it is a bit over the top that money should have become God. Then again, maybe it always was.
All people have an aura, an electric perceptual field, that extends out from them about four feet. From that realization are magic steps to the future, a whole new way of life as odd to us as shopping malls would be to Australopithicenes (Lucy's tribe of four-footers in the Olduvai Gorge two million years ago), out there waiting to be discovered. First rule to be implemented: mandatory courtesy at the principal point of interface in recognition of the bond we share with all life. If you don't do that, it should be obvious to everyone that you simply don't know what you're doing.
And that your behavior is dangerous to others (this applies to all religious zealots; excessive religious zeal, of course, being an obsessive-compulsive disorder).
Or that you're here for some other reason than to be a decent, honorable human being. Though inequity makes thieves of us all, trust me when I say the last thought you will ever have will be complicated by all the things you stole, and all the horrors you chose to overlook.
Fix the bridges. A simple step. Our true task as a species. A much better idea than piling up toys to see who can be the first one dead. If we fix the bridges, we'll always have something to eat, and friends who want to see us.
It's time to stop treating the world as a business, and start treating it as our family, because it is.
The minute you are polite to someone, it greatly reduces the chance you will murder that person.
All those innocent people have died because we all insist on living the lie that we have created for our world, and we kill people to prove the lie is true.
I know this would be a tidy ending to this story, but permit me just one more, not too cloying attempt at what Im trying to convey. A long time ago I used to know this cantankerous Mayan philosopher who insisted humanitys fate all depended on the song it sang, and that very soon, when the 30,000 year long Mayan calendar came to an end (now only seven years from now), humanity as a single voice would be required to sing a song that would signal larger, more advanced civilizations that we were ready for introduction into the galactic community.
I want you to ponder what is happening in the world, consider the things we talk about, and then take a stab at predicting what kind of song the rest of the universe is hearing from Planet Earth. I tend to think of the Jimi Hendrix version of the American national anthem, as poignant and horrifying as anything the devil himself could compose in the bowels of Hell.
To say the very least, it is a song that would not attract decent friends. In fact, if you conducted a poll of all the animal species on this planet, guess who would get voted off the island?
But one thing is certain: We all will be required to sing that song. What kind of song will it be?
John Kaminski is a writer who lives on the Gulf Coast of Florida, who after sixty years has regrettably come to the conclusion that he lives in a country that has broken every promise it ever made to anyone, and continues to do so. http://www.johnkaminski.com/
Last updated 15/10/2005