here the river runs free
(Portage, part 2)

A new way of life:
If you can't tell the truth at all times
or help others when they're hurt,
then you absolutely won't make it.

And once upon a time, in a land called America, the people would come
in from their mountain cabins, farms, and mill towns with their young
ones to joy in the closeness of community on warm sultry summer
nights. The American dream was never about grand mansions, designer
wear, exotic vacations, health clubs, silicone implants, Viagra love
affairs, fortress malls, boutiques, forever war, the prison industry,
or slave labor junk stores. It was about a man being able to make a
living for his family. It was about a simple life of small town
living, where people congregated on Main Street for the Fourth of
July parade. It was about swimming holes, country lanes, fields of
corn, teachers who challenged the young to greater heights (not
social engineering! ), doctors (not technocrats), marshland songs, a
whippoorwill, splashing streams, and woodlands with secret paths. It
was about rain washed streets; where barefoot children splashed in
puddles, blew magic bubbles, caught fireflies, and played
hide-and-seek long into a muggy summer's night. It was about concerts
in the park, the clink of milk bottles, and visits to Grandma's
house; with her blue hair, flowered dress, and flour dusted apron. It
was about the certainty of love with the slamming of a screen door, a
child running in flowered meadows, and at day’s end, neighbors
gathered on darkened porches, holding tight the wonderment of the
day. It was about Hometown.
— Judith Moriarty

Shamash, Babylonian sun god c. 1700 BC, told Hammurabi:
“Bring forth the victory of righteousness, prevent the strong from
unjustly prevailing over the weak, and advance the well-being of all
people.” A lot nicer than this Yahweh chap, eh?

By John Kaminski
skylax@comcast.net

This is a message from that time and place in the future where the
few of us remaining will gather and survey the wreckage of what we
have wrought.

Whether true freedom will be won or lost largely depends on what we
do in this generation. Freedom. It’s at our fingertips, but due to
technological advances in subtle mind control propaganda, never
further from our grasp.

All of us came here as a matter of fate and luck, somehow escaping
the great silence that engulfed the planet in the early 21st century.

Ironically, the great silence made almost everyone deaf by the
overwhelming clatter of its distractions and the nonsense of its
messages. What made so many unable to hear the voice of our
consciences was the cognitive dissonance produced by having to
believe in things we knew were wrong, but we believed in them anyway,
because we thought we profited from them. In a way, all that is
happening now is that we are paying the price for some major items in
which we previously believed (e.g., America offering “liberty and
justice for all.”)

Most of all, we didn’t pay attention. We let ourselves be led astray
by those who did not have our best interests at heart, both our
leaders and our preachers.

If history has taught us anything it is that corruption may not be
defeated in this life, and that only a personal code of honor can
prevent us from the harm we cause by whoring after riches.

Much of what passes for civilization is a lie, a perpetual pyramid
scheme by which are powered the great engines of the modern world.

The foundation of all society throughout history has been deception
and cunning accompanied by brute force, accompanied by cute stories
for the people who ultimately pay for these misadventures. Simply PR
to justify the constant slaughters. What we are seeing now is only
the result of all that.

To reach that point where the river runs free requires rowing against
the current, to escape the great silence that now approaches from all
sides. If we choose to float along where the current takes us, a
sewer with our name on it awaits us. Whatever apocalypse we are about
to encounter in our near future, this checklist will apply on the
other side.

There are no middlemen here, no brokers. Only principals. A community
of humans that values honor and honesty as the foundation stones of
the good life, secure with those who love us and willing to listen to
all new ideas.

Maybe this is the psychic recolonization of colonial America. We have
a chance to do it without killing the natives now, though that
prospect appears dim. As a result of that earlier choice, however, we
now appear to be killing each other. You can trace this mental
progression in the pages of your holy books, especially the ones that
say one type of person is better than another. All murderers are
really out to destroy themselves.

This is the lesson the world needs to learn. We don’t need to be
killing our lesser brethren, we need to be helping them, because what
we do to them ultimately determines who we are.

Why don’t you get it? Killing someone else is killing yourself. But
back in the old world, soon you’ll have a barcode tattooed on your
ass, so it won’t matter much then.

Predation upon anyone or thing without the approval of our peers
(with input from all colors) is strictly prohibited. There will be no
banker class. It has choked the life out of us. Currency must be
randomly entangled, and entrusted to constantly rotating authorities.
Money is a poison that needs to be strictly and impartially
controlled.

The mystic power of currency must not obscure our labors nor our
investments, but simply be as water, immutable as a collectible
representation of labor and worth.

It is an ancient law that if a society allows making money off of
money, that society will be destroyed.

Let us learn once and for all what the ancients knew: that those who
make money off money become a cancer on everyone else that eventually
proves fatal to all.

This is the shadow we refused to face, and it destroyed us.

The land beyond the rainbow bridge is laid out much as it was before,
except for the obvious incinerations, razings and poisonings that
have even jeopardized the planet’s oxygen supply.

Common sense seems to be the only rule here. And a strong distaste
for violence, which, when necessary, is controlled by a ritual
equitable to all and not manipulated by any.

Reminds me of a line from a 6th century Welsh poem: “this white town
with green graves and blood under the feet of its men.” The human
epitaph — if we stayed on the old path.

This is the way it is here. This is the real universe. The real
planet we have trashed, or what’s left of it. If you’re in the
system, you’re going to hell. Get out, before it’s too late for all
of us.

Detox of media myths is the most important thing. See the curriculum
that you have been fed, and how it has robbed you.

No preprogrammed poseurs, yearning to sabotage and exploit.

Everyone is in charge of their own space. There is no higher authority.

This game is for everything.

If you're not honest, then you're wrong.

Trust who you love, love who you trust.

You only have one shot at this. That’s what makes it so important. If
you believe you go somewhere else, that makes it less important. This
is how human religions hurt the planet and all the people in it.

What becomes obvious after partaking of the joys of a life lived well
is that none of us can make it without the ones we love, and that
eternal principle must become the first rule of the elevation of the
human society into a truly just, compassionate and functional
community. We can’t do this alone.

Else this web of family that nurtures us will be lost forever.

It is now being erased by the perpetual scams of bankers that fashion
chains for the worker bees. Maybe our family reunions will be
replaced by annual meetings of those from a certain serial number of
RFID chips implanted in all newborns. Brave New World is here and
then some.

But then, you must know by now. The apocalypse is upon us.

It’s in the air you breathe. Those manufactured clouds contain barium
and bloodborne products, which, as they say, are guaranteed to bring
you down. Some say they are a co-factor in a plague to come.

It’s in the food you eat. The masses are being predisposed to new
designer diseases that increase profits for the health care industry.
And supposedly the mad cow syndrome is now percolating in the
Alzheimer-bound brains of most of the population.

It’s in the songs you sing, and all the memories you have for at
least the last five generations, all twisted this way and that to
make money for those who knew how to do it.

Chances are good your baby gets a Hepatitis B shot 45 minutes after
she’s born and her health declines from there.

We have no natural human enemies, only those who wish to create them
for profit.

You didn’t catch up to very many of the scams, did you?

World War II was a money thing, engineered by the same folks who
passed the Federal Reserve Act in 1913 and skimmed half the money of
the American people right off the top. Those freaks are still in
charge, you know. Those are the folks who need to be put in the
stocks, permanently.

We are transitioning to a new way of life, and the people in the 9/11
skeptics movement, the Iraq antiwar movement, and those fighting to
point out that the last few elections in America have been
surreptitiously stolen are at the forefront of this transition.

Because we are the ones who see through this malignant media
mindlock, and possess the courage to say so. We are principled and
resolute in our statements. And we only wish to be told the truth by
the leaders who pretend to represent us about the world in which we
live. We only wish that people would live in peace, and would
consider absolutely any idea to bring this about. We are thoughtful
and polite, but with no tolerance for spin machines or alluring
fictions that cater cravenly to our greed or lusts.

But we are resolute because we want an honest world in which our
children can grow and prosper, and not be mutilated from cradle to
grave with mercury-laced vaccinations, sedatives and poisons in our
water and food, and a policeman outside our door waiting to deliver
five shots to the face from close range, and never mention an excuse
to our families and friends later, just like those British cops did
to that poor Brazilian boy on the subway in London last year.

We are sufficiently sentient to realize that profit in one sense is
always loss in another. The price we pay for certain things is way
out of kilter, not only because of the stress such artificially
exorbitant prices may place on us, but with our knowledge of how
these perfumed prices damage the world, we know our demented
financial system needlessly consigns uncountable people — most of
whom are well meaning, just like us — to unnecessarily handicapped
existences.

We see them clearly in the collateral damage cannon fodder blown to
bits, in the sickening shards of bleeding babies in Iraq, a small
percentage of whom are our own sons and daughters, the physical
manifestation of the perverted life orientation that permeates
American culture twisting tighter in our own guts as we speak.

We see the world bleeding because of the clandestine actions of a
vicious, sociopathic few, yet realize we might be one of them if
presented with the properly phrased pitch. What is the price of your
soul? Ask yourself as you indirectly profit from weapons and poisons,
or making money with our silence in this Ponzi-scheme economy kept
afloat by a nuclear nightmare.

There is no Muslim terror threat. There are a few Cigar Store Indians
from Pakistan and other places who say they're Muslim just before
they go into strip clubs to watch lap dances and flash their federal
paychecks.

But enough negative observations. What do we do about it?

I will speak to our Maker about this.

Once something has name, nothing is the same. That's why the ancients
tried to keep the name of God a secret, because he cannot be named.
That force is simply too far beyond our comprehension to be named
accurately. And, more ominously, the mere naming of said entity
guarantees war, simply because the small minds that have named him
cannot possibly have done it accurately, and the different
neighborhood versions of said entity are guaranteed to collide in the
bloodiest of ways.

However, that said, let's examine the actual differences. The poet
William Blake first expounded the notion (and he wasn't discovered
until a hundred years after his death) that all the gods are one, no
matter what you name them, and that all the wars perpetrated in his
name have always been sectarian foolishness, merely a holy cover for
typical human crime.

Yet this god propounded in all the world's holy books is little more
than a reflection of the human personality, a projection, if you
will, of human hope tainted by fear. At the center of this pathology
is the notion that if you sacrifice your children, as God supposedly
did with his son Jesus on the cross, that you will somehow survive
death.

While this is an evolutional improvement over the notion that Zeus
should kill his father Uranus and eat his balls in the process, it is
still insanity. And the condition is clearly reflected in the actions
of humanity upon the planet.

Downstream just a little were these rapids that the first few
passers-through liked to call Ma’at’s Mattress, because as you
bounced in there, your heart had to weigh less than the feather of
truth, or, the consequence was your soul was fed to Thoth’s dog.

Most of all, at the bend in the river, and all we heard was a great
silence. A deafening absence of consciousness that ravaged the
countryside with lunatic schemes had deformed many of our relatives
and most of the world’s population into barking mannikins.

The beauty of Buddhism is that it teaches us to live this life with
the same penetrating exactitude with which we will transit the bardo,
that state between one life and the next. In the bardo, we see all
the things wrong we did in our life and resolve to correct them next
time around.

Well, the world has reached the bardo stage of evolution, in which we
must identify the true causes of our misery and correct them.

Care to know the alternative?

Message from a silent future ...

Nobody ever got to the bottom of it, and everybody missed the point.
Therefore, the coverup continued. Perhaps it's because we didn't
really want to see it, or were simply afraid to ....

To see the truth would mean the collapse of everything we had built.
So in order to keep what we had, we had to overlook and ignore some
really terrible things. And I mean terrible beyond the normal
comprehension of most people. Things you can't imagine anybody you
know actually doing ....

And yet these things have been done, and in our name ....

We bear the responsibility for them, because we let it happen.

The world, this Garden of Eden, was destroyed on our watch.

This is the karma everyone will keep. This is the karma of our
species. This is the epitaph echo that will wisp throughout the stars
when we are gone, which will be soon.

And everyone else, from other star systems, will shake their heads
and say regretfully: "They had everything to live for, but they chose
not to ... they chose to consume themselves with their own fear."

This is your preview epitaph for that cheery little orb known as planet Earth.

Get in your boat and row as far upstream as you can, and when you
finally reach that space where you can relax and take a deep breath,
review your whole life and decide what you want to do, I bet you
decide to come back and help us make this world a real place, and not
one that is constantly being trashed by those who don’t really care
about it.

John Kaminski is a writer who lives on the Gulf Coast of Florida
whose Internet essays have been seen on thousands of websites around
the world. PayPal recently closed down his account because of
objectionable material about the tribe that afflicts us all. Visit
his website < http://www.johnkaminski.com/> and support his work if
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