2. The Thesis
The facts are not, sweet child, as they seem to be, to the people who are normal here, said the Cheshire Cat to Alice when he met her, lost, and out of place, in a netherworld of raving lunatics. Consider, for example, the fact that, whether sane or asinine, we really and truly inhabit Heaven; the single mind, or meaningful eye, or Mother "I", who is the Mother of both gods and men.

If that's too difficult for your puerile frontal-lobes, then let's begin the lesson for today with something simpler; the fact that Reagan declared war, globally, on some drugs, bin Laden declared war, globally, on some capitalists and Georgie Porgie Bush and Butcherman Sharon came out and declared war, globally and locally, on some terrorists (aka freedom fighters). Those are three statements of fact with which most post-kindergarten people can agree. But the meaningful significance of the facts differs, according to one's state of mind, point of view or species of being. In this distinguishing characteristic, spiritual mark or sign of spiritual identity, which is not determined by one's astrological sign, skin colour, college credentials, religious affiliation, spiritual discipline, specialised diet or national flag, we story-telling apes will soon differ from one another significantly, or irreconcilably, in terms of two types of family, and not just insignificantly, as we already are in many ways, in terms of mere, more-or-less, degree. The point to be made today, by we who, as liberators-cum-terminators, have already decided to join the meek family of Man, is this; those four warmongers, and those who've killed, and maimed, and proselytised on behalf of them, and theirs, and those who've washed their hands of, or closed their minds to, their own associated guiltiness, are among the latest, and the last, of a long line of fork-tongued lawbreakers (aka devils) who now are coming to the ending of their allotted millennia of bloody-minded infamy. For the unrepentant indecency of their crimes, of both commission and omission, against humanity, they are now due to be exposed, for termination, by messianic men, and judged, and terminated, by the superhuman Judge, holy Ghost or super System, to which/whom we all belong, organically, as her constituents, who can be either law-abiding, in her terminology, as permanent, trustworthy, residents, enjoying boundless freedom, or not, temporarily, detained in strict confinement until we die, and so no longer pose a potential nuisance, like a plague of pubic lice, to the loving-lovable System.

The job of the messianic-business men is to clarify, and publicise, on the public record. the nature of mankind's two contradictory types of character (meek versus self-righteous) and society (meritocracy versus democracy) so that personal free-choice, of one's own spiritual identity, and destiny, even if, for those who are sub-normal, this is only done by default, or by their parents or other guardians, becomes a global event involving everybody, in preparation for the final Judgment Day of our heliosphere, who is an elohim, or female god. This separation,"like grain from chaff at harvest time", ends everybody's day in court; the forecourt before the hidden door of Heaven, aka "the priceless pearl, or stone, of Wisdom", that liberates us from our sin and our confinenent. The job, of prophetic advocate as distinct from judgmental magistrate, does not make an employee any better than anybody else; just a different sort of worker from a) others who, with different roles and other talents, which they freely share with him/her as fellow members of a family, or as running mates of a race, of good-willed peers, and b) others who belong to a second, contradictory, mob who, either intentionally or uncaringly, enact the role of the meek ones' unhelpful outsiders, back-turners, competitors, adversaries, foes or "orcs".

Countless other allegiances, and associated conflicts, have been recorded and reported in mankind's fairy tales, story books, press headlines, history books, T.V. documentaries and movie scripts, but this one's been kept secret from the brainwashed masses, under wraps, until now. This new, and final, insight, or theoretical assumption, is to be thought inside our brains, and implies an associated contestation, to be enacted outside our skulls, between the meek and the self-righteous, all around the globe. This two-sided, inner-outer, situation, system, ecology or context is becoming apparent now because the evolution of our heliosphere has reached her change-of-season, menstruation, maturation, time; when She unveils herself , all agape, and lets her beloved-lovers use the masterstroke to hit the spot that makes the shit hit the fan and all hell, finally, break loose.

Unity enforced, without consensus, is tyranny, and tyranny, including the tyrannies of illiberal majorities, is hell. So rise up and gird your loins, sweet brothers and sisters. "The die is cast, so let the play begin and let the company be true". It is time now for all warriors of good will (aka doers of the good God's will) to declare the final, global, war on the cause of all wars; the self-righteous tyrants and their agencies, including the four evil-doers identified above and theirs. As has been predicted by all other prophets of Peace, since the time of Zoroaster, the evolutionary time has come to initiate the final parting of the ways. This final contestation, which reveals "the purpose of it all", entails the identification of two antithetical "world communities", of generic man, with radically different "world views", and the separation of one, the meek species, made up of all helpful individuals, who believe in the virtue, the attainability and the sustainability of consensual diversity, from the other, the self-righteous species, to which evil doers, of various sub-clans, who are incapable of actualising and sustaining the perfect relationship, all belong.

To say that the aim of this final confrontation, between these two rival houses, is "peace" and "love" instead of "fear" and "war" is not untrue (and will satisfy the simpletons who believe that they can speak the Truth, without intolerable ambiguity, in a few simple, four-letter, words) but it is also not enough, to see and hit the mark, which is what those who spearhead the meek species' liberation are destined now, with jest, jocularity, confidence and pin-point accuracy, to do. Before the mother of all battles, for dominion over the living earth, can begin, the key concept, which includes, and integrates, the others, the dozen, that make up the peacemakers' mind-set (which is, figuratively speaking, both our treasury and our armoury) must be clarified (aka "cut like a precious, multi-faceted, stone") with immaculate precision, as this apprentice wordsmith, in this attempted masterpiece, sets out herewith to do.

May my Mistress be my judge, and my reward. Any other assessment, interest or outcome is inconsequential, to any teller of this Tale of many tales, or champion for the multi-membered She.

The mystery is Life. The problem is misunderstanding, or spiritual sightlessness. The cause is our hypocrisy, or faulty reasoning. The symptoms include bloody wars, fear, pride, rape, grief, greed, secrecy, deceit, privilege, pollution, addiction, boredom, violence, distress, disease, senility, suicide, state terrorism (aka government-sanctioned butchery), the drug war, unwanted pregnancies, child abuse, involuntary taxation, tax havens, untrustworthy auditors, indemnities, neurotic inhibitions and accidental death The remedy is enlightenment, or revelation. The clues, or signs, are everywhere, for those "with eyes to see". The time, to seize the moment, come of age, see the Light and make the big break-through, is now. But the men and women of the messianic corps who are destined to identify, and lead, the way into a lifelong experience (aka reality or world) of the better, heavenly, type need a special skill to complement those already developed by our comrades; we need uncommon, pin-point, precision, in our definition of the point of Life, on earth.

Otherwise, or until then, without this high-tech targeting system, we cannot "hit the spot" (aka perceive and penetrate "the needle's eye" that, as "heaven's door", is designed to elude and so exclude not only camels but also the financially wealthy, the managerially powerful, the professionally influential, the selfishly ungenerous and all the other dim-witted drongos that can't see the forest for the trees). This metaphor means, in this context, that they are spiritually blind to the radical, value-laden, difference between meritocracy (characterised by arbitrary ranks of relative merit, as was the feudal system and is "the American way") and dinky-di democracy (characterised, as Teilhardians will understand, by a consensual "demos", that enables "the many to be unified, sustainably, as one, and/or the one to be diversified, sustainably, as many"). Consequently they can't realise that this imaginary line equates with the grain along which "excalibur, the sword of righteousness" must now be used to slash the human race asunder, with world-shattering consequences, into its good and good-for-nothing parts.

Theirs is an ignorance that saves them from the terrifying trauma of comprehending the nature of their destiny as, until their preparatory time runs out, steers in clover contentedly benefit their owners, and MacDonalds, financially, by not knowing of their destiny, in bloody butcher-shops, en route to ending up as human turds.

Human beings still can't make good-sense (as distinct from the nonsense that satisfies some fools) of the experience we know as being human. We suffer this confusion, and its unhealthy consequences, including fear, angst, anger, depression, guilt, anxiety and worry, because an all-important insight, sometimes called "the logos", "the word", "the light", "the truth" and/or "the priceless pearl of wisdom", is missing, naturally until now, from the language of our minds, so that they remain slack, or dull, like the dicks of little boys, instead of becoming sharp and bright, and to the point, like the prick of a horny-headed satyr out hunting, on the prowl, for the envigorating spunk that is his Mother's milk. Its revelation, by "the lifting, or opening, of the temple curtain, that guards the inner sanctum from the spiritually unclean", and the beginning of the better way of understanding and the better type of society that this change-of-life event (as symbolised by semitic circumcision) makes possible, is the wise fools' occupation. This ode, to liberation, is meant for them; "the magnificent minority"; an extended family of friends among whom wisdom, along with mankind's other talents, and Mother Nature's assets, is shared, communally and enjoyably, as common wealth. This elect group is a new type of elite in that we believe, somewhat paradoxically, in the virtue of equality, which implies citizen self-sovereignty, consensual diversity and mutual aid among all who, voluntarily, adopt the democratic code, that enables us to live like gods instead of misbehaving, as is still customary, like territorial, pecking-order, pigs. Others, obsessed with, or addicted to, other occupations, contradictory codes and different destinations, are excused from reading any further.

Although, and/or because, it is of world-shattering significance, one insight is, and always has been, censored from the public purse, or common wealth. That thought control, and the spiritual poverty that results, is masterminded by the moguls (aka the illuminati, such as Bloomberg of New York) who own and/or control the information, celebration, judgment, research and instruction industries, both secular and religious, and is enacted by the minions of the servile working-class who, because of fear and/or greed., have always done their dirty work for them. Their occupation, which is antithetical to the evocation of we liberationists, who have generally had to labour underground, is the con-job of reporting, modifying and maintaining the hierarchical hegemony, or meritocratic status-quo that, in various versions, has been their civilised society now for about 6,000 years, since (as reported in the Epic of Gilgamesh, the Semitic Torah, some Greek myths and the research reports of Zecharia Sitchin , the ithiphallic nephilim, or male gods, last were here, in the gardens of Sumeria, fornicating, for both mutual delight and sexual reproduction, with the spunky local-women (with individual consequences that were, and continue to be, as illustrated by Bloomberg, Rael, thee and me, unpredictable mixtures of "good and evil", or whatever other name(s) we give to mankind's fundamental dualism).

This iconoclastic insight, of which this self-published poem communicates, imperfectly, a version, is one that gets up the nose of anybody who is vain, instead of meek. Because they remain addicted to the primitive, "ad hominem", approach to problem solving (instead of graduating to the consensual, single-principled, approach) they tend to not only idolise those they class as heroes, stars, leaders , avatars or gurus, but also to demonise, and verbally abuse, those they class as leading villains, including the bearers of the meek, messianic, message, even killing us occasionally, even if they can only do this temporarily, and so making us martyrs for the messianic (aka aquarian) Cause. Vain persons, who constitute most of the current global-population, object, hypocritically, to being criticised, which we do, explicitly or implicitly, whenever we are critical of hypocrisy (aka shit-headed self-delusion), both ours and theirs, and the deadly nature of its social, emotional and biological effects.

But as some system theorists know; by their censorship of negative feedback, sanctimonious hypocrites, who are not conscious of their own hypocrisy, ensure, albeit unintentionally, the downfall of whatever systems they control, which may include some corporate bodies and certainly includes each one's own corporeal body. And as we wise-old revolutionaries know; to be admired, praised and/or rewarded, by sanctimonious sinners is to be damned by the devils' kiss of death, while to get up the nose of any one of them sparks a tiny twinkle in the ubiquitous eye of our good-humoured, and occasionally mischievous, Mother God. What a welcome relief that brilliant flash of insight is for, when perceived by, the uncelebrated nonentities, rank outsiders, designated failures, outlandish nonconformists, lonely wolves, solitaries and other strange ones who are aware that we are aliens in the unmeek status-quo; a bit like Alice, when she was trapped in the bowels, or upper-anal tracts, of loonie-governed Underland.

Unmeek persons find the egalitarian implications of our meek insight to be not only strange but also objectionable, because these threaten them with loss of face (in terms of personal pride, family pride, occupational pride, national pride and/or public prestige) and most of their other valued acquisitions, such as their intellectual property, their other rental property, their performance bonuses, their superordinate positions, their world titles, their hopes of heaven, after the funeral, and/or their share of corporate (aka private) capital. The icon-busting insight, which is multi-faceted, like a precious diamond, or a gambling die, which means that you can't see it all at once, and that one face, facet or aspect is the best of all, is destructive in this way because it contradicts the established norms of value, progress, legitimacy and reward that give meaning to their short and brutish lives (aka the poor-quality spirits that they express and represent, as agents) by stating that; until the end of mankind's evolution (aka growth and development) when there will be a sudden, radical, reformation of the social order, all men and women are, have been and will be, equal-status fools (aka hypocrites, faulty reasoners and sinners). We all are, in the wise, or heavenly, meaning of the term(s), criminally insane, spiritually unclean and/or partially lobotomised, in a global cuckoos' nest, ruled by a head nurse who's psychotic. This does not mean that there have not been countless indications of an innate capacity to do good but simply that, despite all the hero-worshipping, flag-waving, prize-giving, medal-wearing, cock sucking, bum kissing and genuflecting, the potential has not yet been actualised, by anybody, as sustainable reality.

The short-term to long-term consequences, both intended and unintended, of what we've each done and failed to do, when offered the opportunity, are such that nobody is, or has been, any better, in the one important sense that entitles them to the reward of privilege, or liberation, in the single eye of God, the System or Mother Nature, than anybody else; not even thee, me, Mother Teresa, Mahatma Gandhi, Marcus Garvey or Muhammed. What we are reaping is determined by what we are sowing and are failing to sow and, so far, on the scales of universal Justice, everybody's sins, or crimes, of omission, when added to their sins, or crimes, of commission, have not been outweighed by the value of the good that they have done. Pride, reward and praise are devils' work; evidence of the arrogant idiocy, or hubris, that is deadly dangerous for anybody who is infected, and mentally screwed-up, by the illness, which in heavenly terms constitutes a capital crime.

But some players are still participating at the table and the Joker's still hidden somewhere in the Dealer's deck, or maybe up her sleeve, or down inside her drawers. And it's as one cohesive company of mutually-aiding, multi-talented, inter-dependent peers, not as superior, admirable, independent individuals, that we'll win the treasure, and the armour, that She owns and guards from dishonest liars, deceiving cheats, poxy fools and other untrustworthy, fork-tongued, hypocrites, but shares freely with her beloved-lovers, whom She can trust to pass it on to, and/or share it well with, any other family member who finds himself/erself to be in need of this.

This optimistic insight generates an insubordinate attitude and a revolutionary manifesto that are subversive of the established, authoritarian-authoritative, order, both mental and social, everywhere on earth; albeit only believable, and enactable, by the meek (aka the cynical and wise). If spiritually meek, we try, self-responsibly, to make our wishes come true but we don't feel attached to particular expectations. This means that we don't feel disappointed, or emotionally distressed, and suffer its harmful biological effects, when we don't get our own way, because we know that whatever eventuates, whether apparently good or ill, is God's business, and that our job is simply, albeit importantly, to learn a spiritual lesson from what eventuates, for the good of the meek and needy (but never whimpy!) face of God who is the mistress whom we seek to serve, and liberate from her present state of imperfection, or un-wholeness, by all we think, say, feel and do.

On being perceived clearly, this insight (aka "the sorcerers' stone") gives wise fools reason to trumpet the fact that anybody who usurps, or disputes, the judgmental role of God by authorising, or otherwise participating in, any special treatment, such as reward, subsidy, exemption, privilege or punishment (aka enacting, or endorsing, the role of social engineer, superordinate judge or family godfather) as distinct from enacting and defending the basic, sacred, human right of citizen self-sovereignty, is exercising, or supporting, an illegitimate, or bastardised, version of authority and so is ripe for a healthy dose of rigid-digit insolence, up the anal and out the nasal orifice, or vice versa.

Evil people are mentally, or conceptually, underdeveloped or retarded, even if they boast an honorific from the hallowed halls of Harvard, Cambridge, the Sorbonne, the U. of Q. or some other recruiting, and training, ground for spies, corporate lawyers, transnational C.E.O.'s, third-world dictators and the rest of the old world's dominant elite. Although they are aware that valuable goodness and worthless badness co-exist, they can't conceptualise the difference in the way that would enable them to know, and believe in, the Truth. On the basis of their own self-knowledge, they gravely underestimate humankind's innate capacity for "becoming free, to live consensually, and playfully, like gods". They suffer from the classic case of the "tough tittie syndrome" and so, because they are not to blame for that misfortune, they don't deserve to be blamed, punished or disliked by other men and women, for being evil. However they are not entitled to be rewarded either, for that or any other reason.

Evil dictators such as Hitler (who honestly believed that, following national-socialist revolution, he was legislating, and waging war, "for the protection of the people and the state"), Stalin (who, with equal self-delusion, thought the same), Pinochet (ditto) and the patronising Roman-Catholic Popes, who all have violated civil liberties, personal free-choice and basic human-rights, and all those who, as fellow travellers, have endorsed, or excused, their godfather, bell-wether, role as "father of the corporate state", are just extremely-obvious examples of a common, global, curse, that has included Calvin, Churchill, Reagan, Thatcher, the Head Lamas, the High Priests, the Main Mullahs, the right-honorable Robert Hawke et al. As the clear-sighted orthodontist said, all unmeek beasts, because they enact bad, or violent, deeds or enforce bad, or unjust, laws, including norms, are birds of a common feather; dirty drongos as distinct from delightful, peace-making, doves.

Fools can be either spiritually meek, and wise, or spiritually self-righteous, and closed-minded. Those of the self-righteous type are so blind, deaf, dumb, tasteless, impotent and stupid, spiritually speaking, that they cannot imagine that this statement could possibly be a truthful one, aka "a pearl of Wisdom", albeit spoken, somewhat paradoxically, by another fool. That spiritual blindness means that they can't see that, whenever they violate the golden rule of "do to others, in general terms of type, as you would like to be done to by others, by God, by Life and/or by lovable-old Mother Nature", which they do, daily, to someone or other, somewhere or other, on some pretext or other, they are thinking and behaving hypocritically, aka badly. A consequence of that self-opinionated type of ignorance is that it is impossible for them to perceive their own hypocrisy, although they do, hypocritically, see blameworthy faults in others. Like dumber animals, such as pigs and goats and sheep, brutes of that mean-minded breed can't comprehend the general nature of the global problem, and so cannot solve it mentally, or theoretically, in their heads and so cannot resolve it practically, in the field, before, or even when, the Butcher (aka Kali) comes.

Instead of getting smart, it is natural for unmeek fools to believe, with idiotic self-delusion, that they, and people like them, are meritorious, superior, chosen, good, saved or righteous and, because they are so exceptionally commendable, compared with some more-common folk, are entitled to allocate and/or receive exceptional rewards, including privileges, possessions, publicity, publication, titles, wealth, honorary doctorates, "person of the year" awards, street parades, respectful devotees and/or decision-making power and authority. Some arrogant idiots even claim the right to define, dictatorially, the meanings of the abstract words, like "god", "christ", "good", "anarchy", "freedom", "democracy" and "truth" that lesser folk, like thee and me, must believe are good, correct and true.

Cursed by their sense of pride, or "the evil eye of God", unmeek men invent and establish, and conspire and compete for, positions of managerial authority and authoritative expertise, such as head. of the family, prince, of the realm, professor, of the discipline, master, of the lodge, lord-mayor, of the city, guru, of the ashram, director, of the firm, and priest, of the religion. The superordinate, over-lording, positions (aka offices, roles and occupations) that they profess to occupy in the social order are clever con-jobs in the sense that they really are no more than abstract, unreal, ideas, like "Father Christmas", with no existence outside the juvenile minds of those who believe in them. The con can be secular or religious, trendy or traditional, elected or unelected, official or unofficial, legal or illegal, but belief in any version enables the relevant role-player to exert power, and influence, over the relevant believers, and to feel good because of this and/or the consequences that eventuate, for both the suckers and themselves. Those they out-smart, over-see and over-rule can be children and/or other adults; even wives, prisoners, patients, employees, poor persons ("who are always with them") and four-legged animals, such as dobermans, can fill the bill for some. Theirs are the rewards, reputations, pleasures and privileges that are earned by paternalistic or maternalistic, do-gooder, deeds of dominance, direction and control, i.e. "by doing devils' work". (Luke, 4,6).

It is not that proud fools intentionally do evil. In the screwed-up language of their poor-deluded minds they are, like Princess Di, Ma Baker and the crazy Queen of Hearts, and their devotees, motivated by "good, or at least legitimate, intentions".

The biggest clowns are the idiots who manage the reified abstractions, legalised fictions or funny farms, such as the families, charities and nations, that make up the make-believe world of Mammon (aka Maya and Babylon Incorporated) which is the classic case of mass hysteria. On the other hand, wise fools (aka meek men) are consensual anarchists who do not rule, grovel, blame or praise, although we do like to help, and to be helped by, others, and we do defend ourselves, individually and collectively, albeit not, as the other fools so often do, by pre-emptive attacks, eye-for-eye punishments and/or illiberal laws. We don't claim to be better, yet, but we do claim, and enact, the entitlement to be different.

All fools are free, from any outside control, to conceptualise our own mind set inside their skulls but, unless/until this becomes the best, the important consequences of that limited free-choice are out of our control, our spirits are not free, we don't have free access to the universal mind and we are not fully human (aka complete, whole, holy, healthy and free-willed). Instead, we are being tested, automatically by the System, in the classic case of quality control, to ascertain if we are so second-rate that we can be satisfied with shit, dross, fools' gold or poxy second-best.The good news? The cerebral evolution, or self-education, of the meek species of generic man is soon to be completed, with the end of our hypocrisy, which will enable us to enjoy the paranormal power of free will, which, a bit like "the sorcerer's apprentice", nobody is trustworthy enough to be blessed with yet. This cathartic, mental, purge entails the end of all belief in, and dependence on, the managed corporate-bodies that, as secular gods, constitute the unreal world of Mammon Incorporated (aka the great conspiracy that is the archetypal example of mass delusion) as distinct from the corporeal world that we can know, delightfully, as God, Homeland, Reality or Paradise. Alleluja time, at last, is nigh for us and termination time for them and theirs, including their whole, unholy, house of cards. As one riddle-speaking prophet predicted, before they silenced him, and stole his song, temporarily, "The eagles have begun to gather, because the corpse (of mankind's managed corporate-bodies) will soon be cold."

The return of the nephilim (who were known as evil angels by evil men) will be experienced as either delightful or dreadful depending on one's attitude to Life in general and to strangers who look and act differently from the parochial norm, in particular.

But their half-caste offspring must give the stellar travellers the good reason to return, before they will, for the great, archetypal, Mayday Gathering of The Clan. This offering is not a superstitious, servile, sacrifice. like the churchmen feel compelled to offer, with bowed heads and bended knees, and troubled minds, to their face of God, whose reported role is jealous Overlord, bossy Governor or patronising Father, but is the sign, or mark, like the master-mason's secret handshake, and password, at the temple door, that indicates our identity, maturity and legitimacy and is recognisable by kindred spirits, everywhere.

We can't expect to play with/like gods as long as we can't think, and talk, like gods. This means using the relevant language, or terminology, of abstract ideas; the lingo of universal Wisdom. This tongue, which can be thought and expressed in any alphabetical, or ideographical, language, weds the best of mankind's older and the newer dialects, including those of superstition, science, religion, the arts, the humanities and the vernacular, and weeds out all the rest. Wisdom is significantly different from the mentally-adolescent garbage that is used by goons like the Clintons, the Bushes, the Tony Blairs and the World Economic Forum freaks, who talk shit, and those sinners who are represented, so well, by sinners such as they. Heaven is a language domain, state of mind, spiritual realm or living narrative, that is revealed, and entered into, as our contextual reality, by the last, and best, of the meaningful assumptions, or "pearls of Wisdom", that the meek men and women of mankind's last generation are now about to make.

The point to be presented now to humankind, by those tribal elders who are really wise, is this; reconceptualise yourselves or die. It's time for each of us, lost here in the Wilderness, to improve, radically, the friendly quality of our inter-species and extra-species relationships, but this requires that we first change the way(s) in which we conceptualise our contexts, such as our family, tribe, economy, polity and ecology, and our associated relationships and roles. The truth is that we inhabit, as potential partners, an autonomous story-telling, play-acting, idea, or one whole spirit, or universal mind, that is knowable from within as a material happening and/or an immaterial story, and whose statement of identity is; "I am as I want to be, here and now, except that I am unfulfilled, in that I lack the free-willed company of good-fucking friends, which means that I need some of my created members, or corporeal offspring, to learn, voluntarily, to use the inheritance they've got from me, to do this symbiotic job for/with me, as my loving members, either masculine of feminne, and the more who do, the better it will be, for both them and me, who can then think of ourselves ,and interact together, as We who are the royal plurality." The wise fool says, meekly, "How can I, and people like I am, be of service, beloved One, in making your wish(es), dream and/or fantasy come true?" and listens for, learns the language of, and responds sensibly to, the signs that give him/her answers, or that point out possible directions, from within and offer opportunities from without.

Money may not be the primary source of all (as distinct from being the intermediate means used by shit-heads to cause a lot) of mankind's evil, and consequential suffering, but the dollar, like gold, diamonds, the euro and the yen, is overvalued, grossly. As wise men have always said, friendship (aka love, fellowship and good companionship) is the most valuable, and powerful, asset that there is, in this or any other world. Heaven may have blessed us with a thousand and one potential delights, but unless these are shared, freely, among a global family of friends, their potential for goodness, including happiness and good medicine, is under-utilised, aka wasted, as happens globally today, in the parochial twosomes, families, factions, professions, parties, neighbourhoods, nations and other special-interest groups that constitute the decadent, meritocratic, realm of the money-minded, negative-feeling, fear-riddled mammonites, wherein nobody knows, yet, how to live in Love. Instead, everybody suffers from the limitations of neurotic fears and consequential inhibitions and, as a logical consequence, from frustration, distress, disease and a death that's premature, as is any that, because of an underdeveloped immunisation and regeneration system, ends any lifetime of less than a thousand and one happy, healthy, horny years.

The primary cause of disease is not the germ but the unhealthy lifestyle that makes the germ virilulent instead of benign.

Flesh feeds on flesh, but the Spirit feeds on spirit (aka spontaneous affection, love and spunk) which has also been called the mana, bread, spice, water, blood, elixer and breath of Life, We are meant to be God's (and/or the gods') biological vehicles, sensual personas or loving members, for her/their madcap feast and associated festivities, aka holy communion, here on planet earth, as illustrated by the enacted parable of the loaves and fishes. By feeding one another, with interactions of high-spirited affection, but with no contract for tit-for-tat, pay-back, obligatory reward from the other individual(s) involved in the particular interaction, we are also feeding, entertaining, moving and enlivening, and can eventually enrapture, She, the seductive and seducible Mother of us all. The appreciative receiving is just as important as is the generous giving, for the circle of partners, and their circulation, of the spirit, to be sustainably complete; unbroken. This sacred circulation is symbolised, in tantric-copulation, by the energy that radiates out from the facial senses and pours back in through the pubic parts, and/or vice versa. Each completed circuit, which requires contributions from at least two players, who share this as their intention, is a pleasure-point scored for the entire Team, and is felt as a spark of joy by the ubiquitous She. When the human species begins to interact well, this feeling of hers, in which we'll share, will be screamingly, ecstatically and uncontrollably orgasmic; the mother of all orgiastic experiences, surpassing the puerile ones that we already know by means of carnal sex, ecstatic drugs, religious rituals, riotous dance and rock and roll, and which will frighten the shit, piss and wind out of those inflexible-minded individuals who are neurotically inhibited, or enslaved, by their social/cultural/theological norms.

Any enthusiastic "Yes!" response to an opportunity to be affectionately generous, which includes displaying appreciation for services freely rendered, extends one's life by one happy day, while a contradictory "No", even as procrastination or self-censorship, and whether expressed verbally or non-verbally, reduces one's life-span by a similar period. This is why it is so important, now, to congregate, experimentally, with good-willed, high-spirited, friends and neighbours and to keep the negative ones, who can find countless, hypocritical, reasons to rationalise their negativity, discretely at a distance

By our failures to score, whenever opportunity calls, as we do whenever our negative (as distinct from helpful) nature causes us to think and/or say "No" for a reason that's not good, we can never starve the Spirit to death, but we can prove, individually, that we "cannot cut the mustard", i.e. are not up to the job, and so are designated for redundancy. This means that the negative ones must be numbered among the mean-minded, expendable, impotent, supernumeries who've been tested for the job, of loving member, either masculine or feminine, for She, the System, and have failed to make the premiership team, with the positive attitude, that's to be invited to the celebratory feast, and frolic. In this party time, participants, like long-board riders, will be conscious of inhabiting a living perpetually-progressing, wave-like, present, rather than a linear past, that's dead, and future, that's unborn and so is equally ignorable.

The joy of friendship is priceless. It is the spice of Life, the mana of Heaven and the elixir of the gods, that guarantees them the joy of everlasting, cyclical, life, including times, or seasons, of rest and recreation and other times of fun, frolic and fornication. Acts, gifts or expressions of sacred friendship, which are offered, not in expectation of pay-back reward from the individual recipient but "because that's the way the System is meant to operate, and so expresses my innate, inherited, nature, mate", can range from the glance of an eye, the touch of a finger, the wave of a hand and the flash of a cheeky bum to the eroticism of a full-blown, non-ejaculative, copulation. A friendly interaction, among two or more equal-status participants, exudes a vibrant, and/or radiant, quality that, because it's faster than the speed of light, can't be acquired, censored, measured, diluted, bought, sold, hired, stolen, stored, destroyed, or taxed by anyone; yet nothing else brings greater joy, and better health, both spiritual and biological, to everyone involved. This sensational phenomenon-cum-noumenon has been called, metamorphorically, "the Light of Life (aka God)" to differentiate it from the light of stars (aka female gods) which, as explained in the gnostic gospel of Judas Thomas, who was the Twin of Jesus (and so dispels the myth of his mother, Mary's, immaculate conception) currently conceals it from our sensual awareness and our mental understanding. When revealed, this sacred love-juice will be experienced as either delightful or dreadful, depending on the nature of the knower. As a general rule, we get what we, because of our own nature, expect, and so look for, in abstract terms, and so attract, as particular events, or as aspects of multi-faceted events. The version, or aspect, of God that we each encounter, manifests the personality and character that we are creating for her, at the time, in our own likeness, by our own intentional behaviour, because of our own developed, or underdeveloped, nature, or mind set. This impeccable justice equates with the caste-conscious Hindus' notion of karma, except that it does not entail the notion of inheritance from one's past lives, which they, like many Buddhists, use to justify or tolerate the injustice, poverty, privileges and suffering of their caste-ridden, kow-towing, societies.

The best preparation for this archetypal pass-fail test of character entails finding a way to improve the friendliness, or good-naturedness, of our relationships, so that we give off, and get back, and so circulate, better vibes, and enjoy a better, brighter, aura and interact with a better, full-frontal, side of God, as distinct from the farting-arsehole part that is her "evil eye". The more that friendliness is cultivated, expressed, circulated and passed on, for free, in acts of love, kindness, helpfulness, forgiveness, mercy, generosity, hospitality, equality, acceptance, appreciation, compassion, tolerance, entertainment, service, sexuality, fun and/or playfulness, the more it boomerangs back to bless, differently, and bliss, equally, both givers and receivers. In this divine relationship, or realm, wherein "mirth, not an individual man or god, is king", the friend with some particular need is equally as essential, and as valuable, as is the friend with the relevant abundance to be shared, so that the idea of giving rewards and privileges for merit and penalties and exclusions for demerit, and hiring help, and feeling either proud of personal, or factional, success or ashamed of personal, or factional, failure, as characterises inferior belief-systems and the resulting social-systems, becomes a nonsense, believed in, and enacted, by mad-hatted idiots who belong in straight jackets and feel at home in funny farms, at mad tea-parties and inside loonie bins.

Instead of helpful individualism, or interpersonal peace, their relationships are some unholy, and hence unhealthy, concoction, or bad-witches' brew, of managed cooperation, managed competition, competitive factionalism and competitive individualism. Their ruthless world consists of corporate citizens, secular gods or super-persons, such as the U.S.A., China, the Vatican, Aboriginal Nations Pty Ltd, Enron, the Republican Party and du Pont, which are ruled, mechanistically, by fork-tongued devils (a lot of whom, these days, think, hypocritically, that they are entitled to benefit from commercial liberalism without believing in the equal value of ethical, political or moral liberalism) instead of being governed, consensually, by all the people. Their reified abstractions, or corporate bodies, are the make-believe "monsters", legalised apparitions or unreal "demons", that King Monkey, a sage of Heaven, down in China as a member of the Tripitaka travelling-circus team, enjoyed slaying with his magic slaying-stick. The different world that we consensual democrats, helpful individuals or dragon slayers serve, as our living super-being, according to her different law, is organised organically, and consists of the earth, or god head (for which the human species is designed to be the necortex that provides the consensual "demos"), the heliosphere (the organic star that is our sun's sphere, which includes the nucleus, planets, moons, meteors and dust), the galaxy and the rest of heaven, and is known by some of us as God, Mother Nature and/or Heaven; the Source with whom we are learning to enjoy an inter-status, figure-ground, partnership.

The wise ones' Relationship, or Attachment, is with/to the eternal, cyclical and progressive, Context; the All. This means sharing a common mind, or character, that is expressed by unique bodies and their associated personalities, that enable numerous harmonious versions of the one star role to be enacted and enjoyed. Our lesser relationships enable the main one to be actualised, either delightfully or not, depending on both our spiritual fitness and her cyclical season. With this holistic mind-set we know that in interacting with a representative member, or credentialed agent, of God, such as the living earth, an ithiphallic angel or an enlightened human-being, it is for all intents and purposes as if we are relating with She, the principal One, who rules by, and willingly submits herself to, the law of universal Love, or helpful individualism.

The Context's law of helpful individualism, i.e. "love thy neighbours, consensually, like equal-status gods or angels", which is violated by every hypocritical decision that is made and implemented, and which is only possible among a family of self-sovereign individuals, is the best commandment, or guidance statement, that there is. This law of Heaven, which Jesus predicted will be established, globally, on our heliosphere's day of judgment, apocalypse and revelation, that is designed to end the earth's primitive, evolutionary time, and begin her sustainable, climactic, season, is incompatible with the primitive, parental, types of law and order that are still being enforced around the globe in poor-class neighbourhoods, in the name of Yahweh, Allah, Lord Buddha, some Hindu deity or some secular realm that is governed by some elected or unelected version(s) of Caesar, the Master or the Godfather, such as Bush (who thinks and talks and acts like his daddy, and his daddy, did) and Blair (who, like his cabinet ministers, thinks and talks and farts like the toffy Tory that he really is) and the Sicilian mafiosi dons (who mumble away like Marlon Brando, in a movie show).

But, although normal do-gooders such as parents, politicians, teachers, preachers, researchers, therapists, welfare workers and healers, normally ignore the fact, and so perpetuate the sicko status-quo, better relationships require a reconceptualisation, and an associated change in consciousness, aka real enlightenment; and the time for this is now.

Without this change of mind (aka conversion, repentance and transformation), which requires the stimulus of a traumatic teaching experience, as was illustrated by the redemption of the fictional Scrooge and will be a function of the real Apocalypse, which may already have begun, nothing of real importance can be improved for/by anyone, and, presided over by unmeek men and the occasional, token, bossy bitch, mankind can do no better than regurgitate new versions of the puerile, pathetic, past. Yuk! For any high-spirited being, that's Dullsville, or Drearyland Incorporated, cobber, which has to be escaped, poste-haste.
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