Thursday, July 10, 2014

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THE MAMMOTH GRAVEYARD

By JC Collins
The Mammoth Graveyard
Mother, I hated the thought of a savage world.
The giant rumbled across the barren earth.  The dozer had its front blade lifted and its rear ripper penetrated the frozen ground, tearing and pulling the land apart in parallel straight lines.  The day was still early and some morning ice fog clung to the land, reluctant to let go and rise upward.
Men lingered about with pick axes and large heaters, waiting to move in when the dozer came to a sudden and unexpected stop.  The hard ground would give way to their eventual labors and release the buried treasures which hadn’t been seen in ten thousand years.
Now I have roamed in this forgotten wilderness for so long I can hardly remember anything but its harsh bite.

THE BONDAGE OF ATLAS – PART TWO

The Rise of Socialism and the Rent Seeking Elite
By JC Collins
Gold and Silver
Wealth, being security of survival, no longer drifts upon the waves of the longing sun, but is now locked into the harvest of gold and silver, both of which bring us backward so we may move forward once again.
Since the esoteric sun is separated from the exoteric gold in the minds of man, conscious economics has no path home and the fall of man is complete.
To fall is also to descend.  The descent of man implies an eventual ascent.  Like the philosophical question of what came first, the chicken or the egg, the arguments of reality are framed in a way to preclude any conscious awareness outside of the material self.

THE BONDAGE OF ATLAS – PART ONE

The Rise of Socialism and the Rent Seeking Elite
By JC Collins
Atlas by DK Grizzly
“Learn to distinguish the difference between errors of knowledge and breaches of morality. An error of knowledge is not a moral flaw, provided you are willing to correct it; only a mystic would judge human beings by the standard of an impossible, automatic omniscience. But a breach of morality is the conscious choice of an action you know to be evil, or a willful evasion of knowledge, a suspension of sight and of thought. That which you do not know, is not a moral charge against you; but that which you refuse to know, is an account of infamy growing in your soul. Make every allowance for errors of knowledge; do not forgive or accept any break of morality.”      – Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged
Fiat currencies and fractional banking cannot function in a true capitalist system.  Capitalism is the great promoter of competition and production, both of which are stifled under the non-productive and non-competitive manipulated systemic structures of a debt based economy.

THE MASS FRAGMENT

Contributed by Hugh
Mass Fragment
“There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic.” – Anis Nin
So we wait again for the next clever misdirection brought about by some manufactured event, financed by competing cabals who war over the future of global financial hegemony, and the world’s mineral and human resources.

THE ARTIFICIAL WOMB

Contributed By Hugh
Bastien-Lepage
Hegel’s “silent weaving of the spirit” has unraveled into discordant knots of anxiety and neurosis. We live in a dog-eat-dog society of nine-to-five wage slavery, brainwashed into working jobs we don’t like in order to buy things we don’t need.
Take back what is naturally yours by abandoning what is artificially given to you. We longer have a choice in this matter of taking responsibility and reclaiming ownership of ourselves. You are implored to understand that time is of the essence.

MATTERS SURROUNDING THE LATE MR. WOODWARD

By JC Collins
Woodward
Hellfire engulfed the sky and on the heels of the screams the rains came.  Black smoke rolled without effort across the ground.  As my hands sunk into the grey ashen mud, I lifted my face and sucked in the foul air and looked around at the horror which had come from above.
Figures with no skin danced in the shallow darkness of war.  There was whimpering all around me.  Where thick jungle once stood now there was nothing but a world of fire and burnt matchsticks.  All the vegetation was gone, the green lushness replaced by stark madness.

THE SNAKES NEW SKIN

By JC Collins
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Below is my response to a question by Susan.  She asked about my true intentions and the possibility of selling false hope.  Of course it was done through a point of honest and productive debate, which I appreciate.  I felt it was best to also make the reply available as a post.  Lately I find questions from readers and the contributions of others are shaping my posts and responses.  This is encouraging as it builds a stronger organization of minds.  With that being said, we are each the world that we see.  Whether we consciously accept it or not.  – JC

THE BANKERS MIDWIFE

Global Gathering and the Garden of Eden
By JC Collins
Garden of Eden
There are many among us who still cling to the hope and willful ignorance that the battle between good and evil is taking place outside ourselves in the physical world.  We sit and wait for a savior person or nation state to overthrow the bad bankers and make good on the promise of peace on earth.  For those who still believe that Russia and Putin, or China, or Obama, or Charlton Heston will come to our rescue, I offer you the following.
Man has explored the world in vain attempts to re-discover the mythological and symbolic Garden of Eden.  The Garden, which all religions have a version of, is important to the human mind as it defines a point and place in time where we began.

OUR PARALLEL UNIVERSE

By JC Collins
Our Parallel Universe
You were there.
The space about me still held your essence, like the noise of something long gone but just now reaching the cup of my ear.  I stood alone on a tear, thinking of your passing.  Thinking of how time dealt this gentle suffrage and of how the planets and stars before me glittered in loving solitude.  It all meant something.  It all means something.  If only I could see the pattern.  If only you were still here.

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