Feb 04 2009
Orgone or Agony
Orgone or Agony
It’s been raining for three months and in that time we’ve had five days of sunshine. This would be normal for the tropics, but this isn’t the tropics. Or maybe it is, now.
Some have suggested that the tropical belt is widening, now that the extremely unusual increasing levels of solar activity – that we’ve all been experiencing for years - continue to have inexorable effects on the climates of Earth and the other planets. It’s hard to tell one way or the other, out here in the rainforest – it’s been too cloudy to use the telescope.
Others say that maybe all this rain is simply Antarctica melting.
One enlightened soul has pointed out that at the height of the burning summer sunlight - which would normally be toasting us to a crisp, as it has for the last few years - some truly benevolent force has arranged for the bulk of the continent’s population (including the flower children of Oz’s hippie and ‘alternative lifestyle’ regions on the fertile east coast) to be protected from the fiery solar blast by a soft veil of water. “Isn’t she amazing,” he exults. “How carefully Gaia protects her children.”
This may be so – but it’s also been raining here because of the neo-Reichian cloudbusters we’ve been using. They’re simple to build and operate. We’ve accumulated enough Orgone now, and it’s time for the Sun to come out again.
Who benefits from all this rain – aside from Mother Nature? Well, when it rains this much, loggers can’t destroy the forests; they have to stay at home and watch the mortgages on their equipment go into overdrive, with no way to service their loans. The timber mills go broke, too. And miners are flummoxed as well; many mines have had to suspend operations as much of the land becomes impassable – to those who would rape and pillage its living flesh, blood and bones.
Do you know where ‘resources’ come from? Not from miners and loggers – they come from your drinking water and your food and air. They come from the utter destruction of the planet. One day people will wise up and extract minerals from seawater. One day they’ll plant back a fraction of the trees they’ve cut down already. A couple of centuries later, the forests and their animals may or may not return. A forest is not a collection of trees, no matter how artful the planting. Maybe you’ll plant a tree or two yourself (or a hundred or two) – it’s a much better idea than rearranging poisonous light bulbs on the Titanic, and so much more healthy and satisfying.
The life you save may be your own. Besides, we’ll need lots more animal habitat when the numbers of humans suddenly decrease – or there won’t be any easy way for the lost souls to stay on Gaia. Most humans haven’t been humans for that long anyway; as the planet’s animals have disappeared, where do you suppose they’ve all gone? Take a look– they’re all around you, trying to learn what it is to be human, the poor wee confused creatures. Do you know what it is to be a human? Have you been one for long?
Do you know why we’re here? Do you know what you’re supposed to be doing, instead of living in a box with a screen between you and the world? Maybe you do. Maybe you’re even doing it (just not at this moment). Probably not. It’s easy for me to be smug out here in Paradise, in the upper catchment of a pristine river that it took decades to save from lunatic loggers, miners and cattle ranchers – one of the last, by the way; don’t go swimming in most rivers you drive past, let alone try to drink the stuff that passes as water in today’s industrial drains. It isn’t ‘agriculture’ out there any more, folks – it’s aggrobusiness.
If you knew what you’re eating you’d probably want to become an anorexic - like all those sensitive souls who know in their hearts - and digestive and reproductive systems - that the food everyone around them is eating is deadly. What do you expect when money is more important than food? Fasting, or changing (and reducing) your food intake might be a better idea, though - unless, of course, you’re skin-and-bones starving, as many people on this planet are.
Maybe you’d like to move to ‘the country’ and grow your own food. Well, there’s no such place as ‘the country’ of most people’s imaginings; all those apparently bucolic pasturelands are actually decimated and poisoned ecosystems struggling on their last legs. Climate change has made growing your own food a lot more difficult (take it from me, it’s one of the many things we do out here in the boonies) – and you’d best get ready to pay incredible prices for your shop-bought food in the near future.
Too much, too little or erratic rain patterns will soon mean and end to the bright promise of the ‘green revolution’ that chemical companies hoodwinked everyone with, as they turned most of the world’s farmers into starving factory fodder living in overcrowded hives. Companies with great names like ‘My Saint’ monopolised all your food with their toxic, racist monocultural madness and now governments can’t force them to tell you they’ve poisoned your food. Do you know why cancer rates have risen ten thousand percent in a century?
Get ready for the reality of corporate monopolies ‘owning’ all the planet’s resources - by stealing them from you and me, using the corrupt officials running your civilization to take them from you and give them away. Minerals, coal or oil, forests, power utilities, communication networks, industries or services, education or the media, it’s all the same to them – the rightful common wealth of us all is something these fat-cat predators can now make you pay for, or do without. In case you hadn’t noticed, this has already happened. You get paper and plastic toy money – they get the actual resources and real capital.
And forty percent of the world’s wealth is sucked up by people/creatures who actually produce nothing at all – it goes into the pockets of the fine ants in the cores of the city hives who practice the deceptively superfluous dark arts of Finance; playing with imaginary tokens.
Doing without is a better idea than paying these bastards for something that’s already yours, with your time-earned wealth. None of today’s mega-rich built our civilization – everyone’s grandparents did, wage-slaves living in a mentality of perpetual war.
Practices involving slavery and the worship of the horned beast are the origins of ‘capital’ – the source of both the word and the grim death-dealing reality of ‘capitalists’ sucking the world dry from their inhuman hive cities. ‘Capital’ comes from a word meaning ‘head’, as in heads of cattle - or slaves. The richest ‘capitalist’ owns the largest number of heads – yours for instance. The concept of ‘interest’ is based on the likelihood that you might have two slaves (or enslaved sheep or cows) next year if you have one today. Go forth and multiply – your country needs more of you.
In these death-dealing cultures of the demonic unenlightened realms, all the damaged souls kill and eat other beings every day - even when they know there’s no need to, and they admit they only do it for the taste of death. Don’t think for a moment that humans eating the flesh of animals is a case of ‘survival of the fittest’ – in case you hadn’t heard, all processed meats were declared unfit for human consumption last month. They’re all carcinogenic, folks. So it isn’t a matter of survival of the fattest – quite the opposite. And so-called ‘fresh’ meat is utterly toxic. You should see what they feed, inject and spray your meat with. I do. Yechh! You wouldn’t want them upstream from you…
Even those who claim to be Christians or Moslems or Jews break the first commandment given to Adam and Eve in their first chapter of the first book of the Old Torturement (ascribed that evil old sky demon Jehovah Himself, but actually written by humans just like you). He tells the first people that the fruit and nuts of the trees will be ‘as meat’ for them. He didn’t tell them to eat meat, folks – meat is the fruit of the Tree of Death. Until you stop willfully killing your fellow beings for fun, profit and pleasure you are a demon by definition. Laugh if you like – that, at least, is a better use for your teeth. Becoming a vegetarian is a weaning process, just like giving up all addictions. You don’t have to go cold turkey – but in this case, it certainly won’t hurt you if you do.
Perhaps the media hasn’t told you that Descartes was dead wrong – animals do feel pain and emotions and they do have the same drives and needs as you and me. They have minds. They are, therefore they think.
The meat your smiling butcher and fishmonger foists on you is killing you and turning our planet to wasteland and desert. You can’t have vast herds of cattle (or slaves) in Paradise – that’s why Paradise is almost all gone. If you want to save anything, start with the next poor sentient being that’s due to arrive on your next plate.
If the food runs out, you don’t want to be surrounded by carnivores; history is littered with examples of entire populations reverting to cannibalism when their food supplies suddenly disappeared through hubris, mismanagement or climate catastrophe. Can you trust your meat-addicted neighbours not to eat your children if there’s no food in the shops for a week or two? When their children are starving? Perhaps you imagine that owning a gun could help…
There’s one thing you can easily do to save the planet and yourself right now, today. If you keep killing animals (and fish are animals), don’t call yourself ‘green’ an ‘environmentalist’ or ‘environmentally aware’ – or even assume you have an independent mind. Until you can overcome the urge to deal in death you deserve to live among demons. In fact, you have no choice.
Meanwhile, it’s pretty nice and smug, er, snug here in Paradise . You do have a choice. Don’t wait until tomorrow or next year – or your next incarnation. Do it NOW, before your next meal – change your life and your self NOW, before you read an ad or watch a movie or have a beer, and forget who you are and why you’re here.
You’re actually sharing an incredibly beautiful planet with innumerable other sentient beings you know nothing about.
Turn on. Tune in. Opt OUT!
- R.A.
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