Machine Minds in the Age of Aquarius

Any discovery ever made from science and technology to the arts has its inception in the minds of those who have seen beyond what they have been taught. This is why the essence of teaching is supposed to be about encouraging students to think for themselves and transcending their need to blindly follow others including those teaching them.

Healthcare is supposed to be about restoring health by encouraging the mind and spirit to work with the body for prevention of disease.

Religion is supposed to be about finding “the kingdom within” and learning to move from that center.

Government is supposed to be about..? I’ve come to the conclusion that government is a fictitious belief-system in which one is granted license to rule over another. Since this is a reprehensible way of life for both the convicts as well as the guards, government should no longer even exist at all.

Turn these systems around and things would change rapidly. Yes, I must assume that there would be those who would not like this new way of life. But in this world, we would understand their hidden motives immediately. Let those who wish to rule over others be banished from the rest of humanity.

Whatever we have now is no longer sustainable. The technology currently being allowed into the public domain will soon make most blue-collar jobs obsolete and artificial intelligence will take over the white-collar jobs also. This means that we need to find another way to live that has nothing to do with transferring our energy for the bankers’ money.

The real objective by our overlords is to get rid of most of us before they implement the suppressed technology (including much longer life-spans) in order to create their own little utopia. Instead of humans, machines will be at their beck and call to do their dirty work for them.

But the end result will be the same. Humanity must either take back their own minds in order to create a better world or continue being machine-minds soon to be replaced by more efficient and effective machines.

As for our rulers, I never see a time where they will find peace as they will most assuredly kill each other off when they are the only ones remaining. That’s what predators do.

It’s time for us to grow up, stop resisting change and come into this Age of Aquarius as free-thinking human beings. Anything else is unacceptable and will continue being the cause of great misery for us all.

A Country Without Sin

It’s that time of year we get to hear
The narrative again
How we endured the punishment
As a country without sin

We acted like we knew the score
Just a few hours in
By a media that lies to us
From beginning to the end

To reinforce this madness
We celebrate a more righteous cause
If World War II did not exist
There’d be no good war at all

So, they flash it across the silver screen
To keep us in their thrall
And for those with no reason, good thing it’s the season
To throw them a football

Building 7 is the centerpiece
Of lies that cannot stand
But most would rather look away
Than see blood on their hands

Once you face the truth of this
You start to see their plan
Your life now stands before you
Just like castles made of sand

Everything you once believed
Turned out to be a lie
You wonder if the sky is blue
Or clouds are passing by

But once you spend the time to contemplate
You take it in with a sigh
Now you have a thankless job
And yet you wonder why…

There’s this thing about religion
Where you make more wrong decisions
By casting your derision
Upon someone else’s vision

If I were to tell you that I am closer to god than you
Because I wrote it down
And burned the other books that I stole the ideas from
You would rightfully call me insane

Yet that’s what many still do
Because their religion tells them to
So is it any wonder that the Talmudic Jew turns the screws
On other Jews as well as you

So here we are to celebrate
The lies once again
That Muslims are our enemies
While Israel is our friend

Now all we can do is wait for these fools
To roll the dice again
But what more can we expect
From a country without sin

Above the Haze

As I write this here in the Pacific Northwest, the smoke from the fires that surround us now linger in the trees of my yard.   

There was once an owl who had built her nest atop the highest tree in the forest.  She had survived countless seasons and was now approaching the winter of her life. 

From her vantage point, she could see not only the forest but also where the land opened up revealing the structures of those strange and monstrous creatures that had shown themselves to be such poor stewards of the earth.

She remembered the days when those who walked upon two legs yet had no wings showed respect for the land and took only what was necessary to live.  But then came the interlopers who enslaved these indigenous people and plundered the land taking more than they needed due to their greed.

She had noticed through the years that the interlopers who exhibited the basest characteristics of their kind had wormed their way to the top of their pecking order.  She also noticed that the hierarchy they now served whether on the job or in the street was militaristic in nature.  This was hardly surprising to her as they were a nation constantly at war.    

She could see the horrific outward manifestations of a species out-of-control in so many different ways, but none affected her more than the forest fires that seemed to get worse every year. 

The owl had previously watched when the trees had been harvested beyond their ability to reproduce.  The effects of clear cutting that followed had taken its toll until the polarized mind of these same sad creatures had pushed for shutting down the forests completely, allowing too much of a renewable resource to die which in turn made the forest more susceptible to fires.  That many of these fires were started by the interlopers themselves was also not lost to her.

The old owl was still upset that the interlopers had used one of her feathered kin as a reason for closing the forests.  These owls had become so weakened due to their “protections” that other owls had to be killed off on their behalf as they threatened to take over their habitat.  In the end, the protected owls lost their ability to fly making them subject to the beasts on the ground.   The owl pondered the irony of a people who had allowed themselves to be part of the same process.     

Gazing through the smoke at the silhouette of the village in the distance, the old owl knew that the bipod’s path would invariably lead to complete destruction.  Those who had been granted the greatest opportunity of conscious connection with the Universe had lost their way in the haze of second-hand minds.

Although it seemed that the smoke from these fires would never end, the old owl was thankful for this in some ways.  She could no longer see the radiation pouring into the Pacific Ocean.  Also, she could no longer see the other countries being invaded by this many-tentacle monster that continued to disrupt the tranquility of her forest.    

The owl was glad that she was getting old.  She no longer cared if it was the foolishness and cruelty of this invasive species that killed her or old age.  She would then be able to see things from a much higher level than the top of the tallest tree.

And she’d finally be above of the haze.