Let me see... if a day is like a thousand years then we are in the seventh day of this most recent excursion through a period of historical record. Evidence of places called Atlantis and Lemuria exist and we are occasionally hearing about some expedition that has discovered the location of one of them but then we don’t hear any more and I suspect they don’t know any more.
If you attempt to read that ponderous piece of dense and questionable literature from Gurdjieff entitled, Beelzebub’s Tales to his Grandson” you get the idea that the history we no longer have any record of goes way, way back. If you attempt to read the even denser and more ponderous tome, “The Urantia Book” you find that history goes so far back you wind up looking at your own rear end; just remember not to drop this book on your foot or you won’t be walking anywhere for awhile. If you take a look at some of the Scientology literature that keeps winding up on Usenet, much to the chagrin of these spiritual neo-Nazis, you find that history is nothing more than science fiction and that too goes back farther than any sane person wants to remember.
The Hindus talk about ‘kalpas’ which are enormous reaches of time and the Buddhists are no slouches either when it comes to years like the grains of sand on the Sahara. It makes our pitiful stretch of bloodshed and torments seem like the wink of an eye. Since I am a student of ‘occult’ history; which is very different from the more pervasive yellow sheet history that you get spoon fed by the mind monitors in your halls of not learning, my view is that whatever history there was you didn’t get much of it. You got bunk, as Henry Ford called it. You got the history written by the victors upon the skin parchment of the victims.
It appears that we don’t know much about what came before and it looks like we generally don’t know jack about what’s coming. Here we are in the seventh day and the one thing you might reasonably expect is that we might have learned something about how to behave toward each other but we haven’t learned a damn thing about that either.
For a good example, take a look at this. Under the hammer-hand of ‘hose-me’ Mubarak, the Egyptian authorities snatched a large herd of dangerous sheep on their way through the tunnels into Gaza. Possibly your first thought is that these sheep were going to have child suicide bombers strapped to their bellies like some replay from The Odyssey and then a bunch of Hamas cowboys would stampede them across the Israeli border.
Perhaps they were going to inject the sheep with TNT, stick a fuse in their ass and then launch them via wooden catapults into settler communities? What kind of walking upright lizards have so much time and rancor on their hands that they can get up to rustling sheep from a starving and brutalized population? We haven’t learned a damn thing. We behave like a predatory, cannibal virus on this planet. If you look under a microscope at the Ebola virus you’ll see milling IDF figures barbecuing Palestinians over a slow fire.
You might think we’ve come some distance since Vlad the Impaler was Mr. Shish Kabob or Tamerlane was engaged in his human masonry projects but we haven’t gone anywhere at all. We are still, as far as the larger body of our fellows goes, a mob of hydrophobic swine feeding on each other. On the one hand are billions of Schmoos who make the Dodo Bird look like a Fulbright scholar and on the other hand there are some thousands of two legged Komodo Dragons who think everyone else looks like a Japanese tourist with a camera who got too close. They’re knocking back the Schmoos like popcorn at a snuff film and it just goes on and nothing changes.
Seven thousand years of brutal inhumanity and we haven’t learned anything. How many men like George Galloway have we got? Where is the outrage? In a just world, Israel would now be fused glass and 90 some percent of our political and religious leaders would be locked up in cages in a Zoo of Remembrance as an example of how not to be.
What the hell is wrong with you people? Seven thousand years and counting and the only difference between you and the classical image of the cave man are your weapons and appliances. Other than that, nothing has changed.
Here we have one of the most powerful militaries on Earth. Daily, they are killing the people they have driven off of their own land into tiny concentration camps... for sport and amusement. They walk around wearing t-shirts like this. And the world sees nothing wrong? They waltzed into the area and began poisoning the Palestinians wells, they murdered whole families and villages and drove 700,000 people into exile and now they are crushing those who will not go away into smaller and smaller ghettos while wringing their hands over some injury done them and which they have magnified beyond any connection to reality and... if you say anything about it they want to throw you into jail and... the world says nothing.
Here and there, across the world, are pockets of human beings surrounded by sleepwalking zombies and ravenous vultures who feed upon them. How can so many of us be so blind and senseless? How can so few of us be all that there are of us?
In The Congo, where six million really did die, they used to dig into the ground with shovels to extract this special metal that goes into cellphones and Playstations and other gadgets. The women who truck the shit out in baskets wear a rope around their foreheads to carry the weight. The rope cuts so deep that a permanent calloused groove remains and now they don’t have shovels any more because the militias took them and so they dig with their hands. Rape, murder and mutilation are a daily affair in this land about which the world does not care.
Senseless cruelty and starvation abound while rich men have lunch and talk about world hunger. Meanwhile your world is crumbling too, isn’t it?
Seven thousand years of film on this present reel and all it is... is hunger and fear on one side and debutante balls on the other.
Just another pointless rant against a deaf and unfeeling world but it needs be said. Maybe someone will pull a printout from a smoking landfill of a dead civilization and read it some day.
Well... I’m hopeful (grin). I have no idea why I am hopeful but I am. I keep thinking that ‘they’ have to wake up. They have to wake up someday don’t they?
I don’t know what’s going to happen to that herd of sheep but it’s probably the same thing that’s going to happen to you.
'Frogman' is track no. 2 of 8 on Visible and The Critical List's 1987 album
'La Vierge Sperme Danceur'
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