We can feel it. We can feel it in our genes, in our intuition, in our instinct, our common sense all the way back along the continuous genetic thread of time. We have the Power to know what we have always known in our hearts.
Tiny families displaced to strange towns working for faceless strangers. Growing pressure, spiritual emptiness, boredom. Life stopped changing, so we stopped living, plugging the void with sports and soaps, our heads turned by technology and movies. But always remaining within the soul of every one of us, the genetic memory of the Ancient.
Fight for the right to hold on to our dreams. Or did they come up with our number? The one with three zeros after it. Did we want anything more or can’t we remember?
And in the midst of the thrust of the City, the urge to escape to the Country, to go back to the Land. The rich and recently retired step off the Bandwagon rolling down the wrong road and around the big roundabout called the end of history.
As for the rest of us, less fortunate. Whose life didn’t end with nervous or medical condition? Or burning, drowning, poisoning or disaster? Did you die in a trap called a car or a mortgage?
Or was it a very American death? No-one discovered her dead body for four years. death by greed, hatred and isolation. Bills automatic, deliveries automatic – the lady was found collapsed by her front door. Her decay was delayed by the chill blast of the air conditioning. She was buried in junk-mail.
Say goodbye to the Boys, say hello to the ones who choose to be humans. Because what should we call useful? FBI, Faceless Bureaucratic Injustice? CIA, Campaign for Imperialist Advance? NSA, Neo-Satanic Avarice?
We must face the part that we now have little choice but to play in the life we make around us. The First Generation to rise from their screens. Making our way away from the hand that holds. No longer feeding the hand that bites.
Find friends, find dreams, find bigger families and even bigger gentes, phratries, tribes and finally a new Nation of Equals, and a true Government of the people by the people for the people.
We can immunise ourselves from Oppression. With sheer numbers. We will be the First generation in 3,000 years not to sell the World.
Decide now. Make your plan. Be a real Woman. Be a real Man. Make the life that we know the Hierarchy don’t want us to have. This is not just another empty exhortation to unite, you have just read the means by which we may do it.
Let’s try our hand in the world. We’re handed a few choices. Let’s make another. Beneath the arm-chair is a chain.
Greed is a powerful drug, but we can get much higher on something else – we can be heroes, and not just for one day.
They snorted and went back to their TVs, and their grandchildren wept for the future they would never have.
So maybe I address the far-distant unborns who will together understand what they must do. Will you be the Generation that saved the World? Too late. The environment will long since have turned their skins a jaundice yellow and their eyes a cadaverous sunken grey and the prophecy of zombies walking the earth will be fulfilled.
Shame those who snort, and sneer. We must find ourselves. And what will we find? What it’s like to be part of something really, really big.
2050 – the Tribes unite into Nations. and elect their Governments to hand them their share now everywhere. On the eve of the Planetary Confederacy of Nations, Global crackdown by the World Policeman’s offshore Trident. Security plan fuck up. One billion dead. World revolution. Establishment suicide. Will the last person out of the door please push the button. Six billion dead. No more red, yellow, brown, black or white people. We all lost.
So then Nature does her usual rebalancing act now unhindered by our excesses and starts again as new species push forward in the evolutionary race to fill the opportunity gap previously controlled by the Wall Street Associates of the Federal Reserve Board and partners.
In the battle to be the Earth’s System, nature always lives longer. Then again, if we share, we may get to live forever too.
Or maybe Grandad decided not to push the button. He just sighed, gave it up and went quietly, realising that his greed only made him more miserable And as he started to give it all back, the self-loathing receded and he felt … good.
And so our new Governments arise to requisition the stolen goods and redistribute it back into common or equitable ownership. Maybe with the mere stroke of a pen, we will finally criminalise profit and excess ownership of wealth – the necessary step to end injustice and violence – and restore the earth to the peace it once knew. Once we have shared resources, we will create enforceable protection against reversion. We won. Now we can make a heroic action movie that is finally not a fantasy but a true story.
We may have all of this If we once again coalesce to re-form the gens. Next, Gen.
Like many others, I have looked around for decades in the hope that someone is offering an answer to the Big Question that has haunted us all for centuries… How do we escape the unfolding nightmare? I offer what thousands of unknown Generations considered to have been their answer to the need for mutual security.
I am completely confident that the theory and the practice are sound, quite simply because it worked for tens of thousands of years. We just took a detour to work through this thing called Greed.
Now we have answered the “How?” we may finally ask “When?”
When will it happen? It involves work. Not a great deal but some. It is not a facile solution. But it is not beyond the understanding of a seven year old. So, when?
When we become tired of complaining, exhausted by protest and despairing that things will ever progress, we might think about it. When we learn of injustice and analyse the problem, and then we analyse some more, and then some more, we arrive at the point of asking ourselves “Is it now?” But then we might think about it some more. When we become enraged by our powerlessness, we may think about it some more. When we look up at Power and realise that they are only interested in resisting our claims, we may think about becoming bigger than they are. When we think of the future that awaits our children and our grandchildren, we may seriously consider disturbing ourselves to action.
And if the above has generated sufficient momentum and we can sit still no longer, we might think about how, if we act, our lives may look completely different in 5 years time, we may think that now is as good a time as any and look down to suddenly find that we are on our feet.
And from that point, there are only two rules to ensure the guaranteed success of this proposal… Start. And Don’t Stop.
Choose now. Do you want to be the First Generation?
The longer we remain separated from each other, the weaker we become. When the time is right, we will find our name and pass it to our children. We will give them the name that helps them to find each other.
We give them the greatest gift that we could ever bestow on them – the Power to take control of their lives.
BEGINNING
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