"The Stone Truth - 1"
A young woman sat on a boulder in the midst of a narrow stream at the mouth of a canyon. It was spring and the snow was melting on the mountain. The water was noisy, fast and turbulent. She'd sat in this place many times during the winter just past. Usually a trickle, the camparatively
plentiful water refreshed her spirit. After a peaceful time, she reached in and picked up a stone from a small eddy on the side of the stream. It was a deep red jasper about the size of the end of her little finger and shaped like a teardrop. She'd seen others like it but this stone struck a resonance with her. She put it in her pocket. That's when the stream began to speak.
It was indistinct at first but gradually the babbling of the water began to form its words clearly. The stream told her to hang the stone as a pendant on her forehead and to go forth and seek the wisdom of healing of souls.
It also said, "the power of the stone is to indicate the truth in the words of humanity. Tell no one of this gem. An honest, trustworthy person will see the stone but it will be hidden from those you cannot believe and from fools. For, though fools do not lie, niether do they know the truth."
Her commission, the quest for wisdom to heal souls, was no easy task. She quickly discovered that among those who speak what is commonly perceived as wisdom, none could see the stone. From this she concluded that wisdom is uncommon. A little daunted by her failure to immediately succeed, she wandered about aimlessly for a time.
Occasionly she met honest people who were not fools; they saw the stone pendant. She always had peaceful and comforting times with these. They did her spirit good. But none knew how to teach her the wisdom needed for the healing of souls.
When she came to the verge of despair, she was told of a man reputed to be very wise. The young women was disturbed though, because the informant hadn't seen the pendant. This person could have been lying or could be a fool... fifty-fifty. If merely an honest fool, there was a small probability that the information was accidentally correct. Overall odds of good info... about one in a million. At this point she asked herself, "what do I have to lose?"
When she arrived before the master he appeared to be very wise. His clothing was rich with sagacity. His manner was urbane and condescending as it must be when when addressing inferiors. He projected an aura of power and knowingness. He was used to the deference of all. He was bolstered in his self image by our training.
He commanded his employee to bring refreshment for the guest. They partook in a solemn and ritual manner. His demeanor had given her second thoughts but she had come so far. She asked, "teach me the wisdom to heal souls."
He smiled knowingly. He declaimed airily, "to know one's place and keep one's station is the wisdom that will heal your soul, my child. You must understand that there are biological differences among people that may not be transcended. Some are born to rule and others to obey and serve."
"What of the suffering of the those who work?", asked the girl, incredulous of the teacher's sophistry. In the girl's reflection was the realization that such beliefs are normal. They appeal to the childish vanities of some. They are taken to heart and cause the discouragement and nuetralization of many more. Those who would be of the elite group but can't gain acceptance are, if their spirits remain unbroken, imprisoned until they "get their minds right".
"Their reward is in heaven", was the unctuous reply of the exalted one. The picture produced in the mind of the girl was the of the master as satan tormenting the slave.
The slave, who had been standing quietly, head bowed obsequeously, snickered involuntarily at the the childish and pretentious foolishness of the master. The great one roared, "silence idiot!"
The slave groped to recover his mistake. The first thing he noticed was the stone on the girl's forehead. "What an interesting stone", he blundered, pointing.
The master followed the indication, "there is no stone fool... and your unabated impertinence has cost you your life. Take yourself to your dungeon and starve!"... Then softly, turning to his guest, "I apologise for that idiot but he will be no more trouble."
She laughed and said it was no matter, "but you appear to have something in your eyes."
She touched the stone of truth to the eyes of fraud and he became blindly enraged. In his fury, he fell from his great height and dashed his tiny spirit from his body.
She released the servant from his cell. He fell before her and pledged eternal loyalty. She desired to heal souls, not to create or exploit suffering. She would not be complicit with evil. Instead of accepting a slave, she raised him up and set him free.
And by the combined act of compassion, for the former slave and of having exposed the delusion of a hypocrit and ultimately a fool, her spirit was healed. She knew a wise thing and that was a good start.
"The Stone Truth - 2"
Vera realized that wisdom to heal the soul of humanity, if it could be put together, would probably be built from experience. Many know this. Few realize that if they allow their experience to be filtered through the thought guidelines they've been taught, they'll likely not succeed. Who can you trust?
Veracity can trust the stone of truth. But can we trust Vera? The very next day, after having punctured the baloon of pomposity of the reputed wise man, she came to the attention of a powerful clique.
"You know" said their spokesman, "you're wasting your time trying to save fools. They can't appreciate it and will only resent you for attempting to make them accept the truth of their condition. They find the truth demeaning and will fight to avoid the appearance of humiliation."
"You mean the lies that they've been conditioned to regurgatate whenever an ensaring belief is challenged are stronger than the truth? ...that they would rather not be embarrassed than be free?" said Vera, warming to the argument.
"That's not exactly what I meant", said the would be bearer of light, whose name by the way is Charles Luce. "But I guess it's as good a description of the status quo as mine. And it proves my view of them as fools." He is somewhat objective, if also somewhat cynical. "Just so you understand, no one set about to deliberately brainwash them. It just happened along the way."
"Du-uh", Vera expressed her incredualty at his disingenuousness, "and what the hell difference does that make to the people, though I suppose it means you're not a hypocrit. You're merely a fool such as you believe them to be but in some other spiritual plane. The denial exposed by your neatly separated double thinking is what you call thought, isn't it?" She realized Chuck was speaking civilly, even gently; that her sarcasm was not likely to win him to the side of honest life.
Undaunted though, Chuck trotted out the standard apology for the rich's exploitation of the condition of the poor, "They must be controlled, given something to do. They won't survive otherwise. It's only fair to take something in return for that generosity."
Vera fondled the stone on her forehead. "Let me get this straight", she started when the inspiration came, "for two thousand years the romanized Western Europeon [mis-spelling reflects her pronunciation] Culture has been dominated by a small percentage of the population. At any given time a few people have monopolized all the land and resources. They have forced the rest into the service of the elite. They have made us dependent on them for survival. They have eliminated those who object to this travesty from the gene pool whenever possible. They have twisted the very fabric of our thought into the rope with which they bind us.
"For this they deserve the reward of living in luxury while the remainder of the population slave to support them. To add insult to injury, they take credit for all that we produce, consider themselves generous and think of us as fools.
"We aren't fools! We merely know the consequences of speaking the truth openly. I no longer fear to speak the truth. Come hell or high water!"
I could end this here by saying Vera was offered a lot of money to take a highly visible position with little responsibility. All that was required of her was to read speeches prepared by the powerful and their elite masters. The only limitation was that she may not diverge from the prepared text and that such was to be her only contact with the public.
Who could pass up such a good deal? She put the stone aside and the truth was never heard again. This was deemed wise by the wealthy elite because there was no need to resort to politically troubling violent means in order to achieve their ends.
But I'm still going at 55 so I won't let her quit so easily. Nor, for my part, will I give up on Veracity just yet.
"The Stone Truth - 3"
Vera was remorseful for having lost her temper with Chuck Luce, the ambassador of the elite. She wasn't unhappy with what she'd said. When she reflected, though, she knew she hadn't been effective. Not because anything she might have said would convince a cynical master but that
her anger could be used to label her as incendiary and reduce her chances to enlighten the general population. Practically speaking, they are the only real candidates for soul healing. The rich and their sycophants are too childishly selfish to ever open their minds to reality.
Ordinary people, unfortunately, have been the primary target of deluding propaganda designed to assure the perpetuation of economic tyranny. Veracity retreated to her stream and dream place to consider the democratic paradox. Many truths occured to her at the place of the Stone.
The middle class believe they too can participate in abstract economy. The pyramid requires an infinite base to grow infinitly tall. If the base is destroyed by stealing its substance to build the upper levels...
In 1970 chicken was 29 cents/pound, hamburger 39 cents/lb. A new Olds Cutlass Supreme(r) was less than $4000. A new starter home was $20,000.00. Compare: $1.29; $1.99; $30,000; $100,000. Prices have increased by a factor of at least 5, in most cases, over 31 years. [Other price increases are hidden by trick packaging. Weights and measures are effectively tampered with by injecting water in meat products and failing to label it properly. That chuck steak you bought on sale will shrink twice the norm for an unaltered specimen, when placed on the grill. If you try to fry it in a pan it will be boiled instead.]
In 1970 minimum wage was about half of what it is today. Wages and salaries in most positions have approximately doubled. A person in a given job can purchase 40% (100 X 2/5) of what one could command in 1970. A woman gets 75 cents for every man's dollar. If a male and female both work, their combined buying power is about 70% of what one of their parents could command in 1970. We are making up the difference with second mortgages and plastic credit.
Conservatives, who created the economic nightmare with their tight fisted greed, tell us that the cure for violence in America is strong family values. Presumably that means the mother should stay home with the children. They say this with a straight face. Ruling out sufficient mental ability for hypocrisy: are they schizophrenic or are they idiots?
If the rich paid for the support of the government in proportion to their share of the wealth (which reflects the benefit they extract from the system), we would have a very small tax burden. If we were paid wages in proportion to our real contribution to production we could afford to pay taxes. The elite want to have their cake and eat it too.
When all the manufacturing has been roboticised (we used to say automated) and is run by computers or delegated to China, Russia and other countries (maybe clones in the near future), what will happen to the 60% of the population who are in the process of being phased out of those jobs? What of the 39% just below the elite? Many, perhaps most of them can be replaced by Microsoft(r) products right now. But who is going to need Enterprise Software(r)? Who is going to buy anything?
An equally interesting question: when the Russian and Chinese manufacturing infrastucture has been built up to the level it might have been without an arms race, will they return to their old ways and nationalize the industries on which we, in the interim, have grown dependent? What will happen to the service economy then, fools? I'd laugh but the tragedy outweighes the comic foolishness.
Vera didn't need to create answers to these questions. She didn't create the problems they indicate. I don't believe our idiot leadership has even considered them. If they've thought about them, we've certainly been ignored in their self-delusional contemplation of future glory and happiness.
The fact is: each of them thinks only of their own bottom line. They don't care about consequences to us and don't think about the cumulative effect of their greedy, selfish and probably unconscious betrayals of America. Can they be excused for destroying US because they neglected to consider the harm they were causing? ...because no one had sense enough to object? If you were killed by a tree falling in the forest and no one heard it, would you be any less dead?
Vera doesn't need answers. She knows that denunciation of greed and acknowledgement of our dependence on one another for survival is the precondition for finding a solution that can work. The cowardly fear that our situation can only change for the worse may be offset by confidence in our own ability to work things out together. What will that solution be? It will come from all of us and be for our mutual benefit. We can't start to work on it until we overcome our denial about the problem. But she doesn't know how to overcome the despair of the majority. She doesn't know how to reverse the conditioning designed by coopted psychologists, philosophers, economists, politicians, theologians and other pseudo thinkers.
Wannabeism and the belief that we are individually self interested in maintaining this system are the primary deluding qualities that have been drilled into us. They are, ironically, rationalization and justification for exploitation of us by the elite who commissioned those lies. They tell us we are just like them in our hearts and that's why we deserve to be their slaves. Their closed loop projector has a faulty lens. But how is't that so many of us buy that bull?
Morality, ethics, biology, religion and philosophy have been extracted, studied, twisted and fed back in, creating an abomination of human spirit that has become the norm. This is the sickness of the soul of humanity.
The thoughts occured severally to Vera, each after quite times sitting on a favorite rock in a grove of Oak trees. The work was to assemble them in a more or less cogent manner. This iterative process had been going off and on for at least ten years, before she'd found the Stone. The self culture had grown more deliberate and diligent over the decade. Time in a quiet place (at least free in her head of the lunitic babble of self agrandizing common consciousness) is essential to the development of a clear, strong and autonomous mind.
She had expected the Stone to simplify the task of perfecting her thought process. So far it had only demonstrated that if she was to have any help, she would have to help herself. Everyone else she had met was enthralled with the common beliefs or coerced in to accepting the life they imply through an unstated threat of starvation.
The graduated levels of awareness of the underlying coercion that Vera had detected in individuals are the measure of the work to be done in each case. The true believers are the most difficult. They delude themselves to point they believe they are free and making their own decisions. They must know that their choices are dictated by their service to the elite. But they hide the knowledge under false pride and over fear.
The subconscious they so create becomes an auto-installed oveseer for the masters. Multiply the process by several billion and what do we have? See the mass mind of humanity, grown from our natural social instinct, matured in the service of the elite and presently in full decay!
"The Stone Truth - 4"
The Earth's northern hemisphere was approaching its maximum exposure to solar radiation for the year. Vera was relatively cool in the shade of the oaks by the side of the stream. The boulder on which she was sitting recieved little direct sunlight. It would stay cool well into the summer
even though the nearby flow of water was small and almost silent.
The truth is silent when not spoken. Vera knew from experience that speaking the truth had not alone been enough to heal the soul of humanity. Until her own soul has been fundamentally healed, her mind cleansed of societal conditioning, her shortcomings will be percieved, the truth picked apart, twisted and turned against her. If she has perfected herself, her past sins may be sufficient for the process to be worked by less than sincere members of the elite. Must one be perfect to observe the truth? ...to speak it?
The process by which deluded mass mind defends itself is not a conscious one for many people. It is what too many call thinking. Unable to comprehend an overall formula of many factors contributing to problems, we tune our minds to ignore that with which we don't resonate. We are predisposed to finding the faults of an individual and ignoring information that fails to support our perceived self interest. The resulting "solutions" have usually been based on greed. Their inevitable failure is blamed on a scapegoat. Thus truthful evaluations of the condition of our culture have been silenced... By their projections you shall know them.
Charles Luce hadn't been silent following Vera's declamations on knowledge and society. But he hadn't responded to Veracity either. While she was meditating, he had spoken to the people through a press conference/ pep-rally. His way of dealing with the truth was to attempt to obscure and distort it whenever possible and to divert attention to some abstract facet such as a moral issue, when it couldn't be sufficiently hidden.
"Our economy is the world's greatest. If consumers support our tax cut, investors will create supply to meet your demands." The ralliing words took about half an hour but those two sentences were most of what was actually said, aside from labeling this generosity as "a tax break for working Americans". Notably, no mention was made that 1.35 trillion divided by 120 million is $11,250.00. It was mentioned that each American family could expect to receive $300.00 ($600.00 if both parents work) the first year. You do the math!
There is moral consolation. The bulk of the tax cut will go to the rich as God intended. That is the traditional, the "right" thing to do with our money.
A secondary topic was the deterioration of the American family. It was hinted that working mothers were neglecting their children and so the blame could be fixed for violence in the schools. There was no indication that wages would be raised so that one wage earner could support a family. Wage increases were labeled unnecessary and inflationary. They would also create a bad climate for investors.
Because he believed his own bull, he was not "lying". This makes the lies he propagates very hard to detect. Simultaneously, those who seed information can predict what percentage of the population will jump to the conclusion that the data is tailored to stimulate. This schizophrenic (doublethink because they also believe it to be honest) process is faciltated by preparing the moral ground. Chuck was unconsciously ignoring the same input he deliberately failed to provide to us.
At some point in life most of us start to sort things out. We usually end by trusting someone to fill us in. The smarter, the more skeptical among us test the information. The experience we test it with is usually filtered through the mores with which we're encultured by the lifelong course of socialization. Our mentors did the same. The result is mass delusion. We all come to the same wrong conclusion because of the biased process we've been taught and to which we've been emotionally attached.
I'll feed myself and provide other necessary resources so that I may continue to write.
A G Kaiser
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