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Tuesday 8 May 2012

The Hidden World of Slavery, freedom is your choice...(Part I)


Namaste Brethren, as many of you know I have been busy writing my trilogy of books. I find it difficult to squeeze a blog in, so I have decided to invite you all to share in the rough draft of the chapter I am writing on Joe the twenty first century slave.

Some of you may remember the seed of Joe being incubated in a blog I posted last year. I feel the subject is important and worthy of your consideration. I suspect the blog will run six installments, I hope you learn a little, think a lot and possible even make some choices toward a better future. This post offers an introduction, whilst the second installment will cover the framework of elite enslavement. I will then illustrate many aspects of modern slavery, mind control and subjugation. Wrapping it all up will be "ponder this", a series of observations, conclusions and solutions.


"The Hidden World of Slavery" freedom is your choice...    



Consider what type of person you might have become if you were not enslaved?

Pardon me, you mean to suggest you are not a slave?

I can understand your sentiments, not even ten years ago I would have expressed much the same opposition.

Slavery began with primal Homo Sapiens whereas wounded and captured survivors often were enslaved by conquering tribesmen. Progressing through stages of societal development, we find villages grew to become cities, in time, great nations formed. Keeping to scale, history suggests limited tribal conflict morphed into regional conflict, which in turn paved the way for the development of full scale organized war. Conquering heads of state reap the rewards of victory by harvesting nations of people like one would a field of wheat. Slavery soon became so ubiquitous the mere appointment of weakness in a human, community or race translated almost instantly into a life of servitude. Slaves of yore knew their place in society, resistance was futile, their fate assured. The physical reality of chains, beatings and repression was very apparent. Knowledge of ones servitude naturally gave rise to aspirations of freedom.
Moreover it is this prospect of freedom which demanded the slave master maintain vigil over his property. Like a cork submersed in water, a constant pressure must be exerted to keep the cork from rising to the surface. This archaic form of slavery meant the master must deflect the continual pressure exerted by the natural drive for freedom. History provided great leaders with countless lessons in human husbandry. The management of slaves became a study of psychology as much as a manifestation of physical power.

Two hundred years past, it would have been easy for you and I to identify the enslaved from a group of free peoples. Shackled, chained, beads of sweat forming rivulets which dance down dark muscular bodies. Master, whip close at hand, snaps orders under threat of bloody violence. Framed by the guise of emancipation, history yields more than it's fair share of yellowed, dog eared photographs, prevailing as steady reminders attesting to the depths of our collective depravity. Bygone veins of cruelty, whence exposed, leave us questioning the unchallenged viciousness of the beast within. Focusing on our distant future, what information will we have captured on metallic memory discs? Moreover, will the tales of today be faithfully rendered by historians tomorrow, or will history continue to be penned by self serving agents of deceit?

I can envision a twenty fourth century teenage girl blowing dust from an archived disc as she painstakingly researches slavery. Our young lass, recreating history for her grade ten class, speaks to the many components of slavery's final expression. She explains, to her mind boggled classmates, how public pressure forced the nineteenth century slave master to transition away from chains of physical bondage. History tells us great wars, gilded with amazing acts of heroism, painted the portrait of freedom. Surely battlefields laid bare sacrifices aplenty, however, it was the pen, not the sword, which paved the road toward emancipation. Freedom, from any form of tyranny, can only be attained when the concept has won favour in the hearts of the average citizen. Our student describes humanity closing off the nineteenth century united as one voice faithfully rallying against the master/slave paradigm. Physical torture, detainment, enslavement were reflections the thinking human of the New World would no longer deem acceptable.

The masses may have rebelled, however, slavery, wielded as a common tool, no different than the plough, could, and in the minds of the elite, should prevail. For thousands of years, dividends of slavery gilded the banquet halls of corporate elite, monarchy and church alike. By the reckoning of moguls, titans, kings and priests, the chains could be removed, but slavery itself must remain, ad infinitum. Slavery just needed a make over; apply some fresh lipstick, and this little pig could smile again. More palatable terms of engagement were obviously required. From this point in history forward, slavery would be forced to transcend the viciousness of physical bondage.

Solutions, hammered out of the need to resolve inadequacy, often result in a refining of processes. Lesser men, dropping their collective heads in defeat, see failure in the challenges they face. Titans of industry are bred as predators; challenges, in their world, always disguise opportunity. True history, as told by our young student, reveals the elite transitioning from physical enslavement of a small segment of the global populous, into mental, physical and spiritual enslavement of all humanity. Appeasing cries of the masses, elite masters removed all chains as promised. However, as the twentieth century unfolds, the elite were well on their way to developing new revolutionised forms of slavery. Representing a few of the new, invisible, tools of entrapment we find mind control, soft kill, taxation and usury debt.  Slavery had metastasized into a bigger, stronger, more comprehensively predatory rendition of control. New battle lines were drawn, terms of engagement were more grievous. Spoils of this war provided the elite with total domination of the collective heart, mind and spirit of humanity.

Proceeding confidently with her impeccably prepared project, the young girl spins into being a tapestry of changing social paradigms which inevitably lead humanity to our present day rendition of slavery. Twenty first century humans are meticulously described as being best characterised as a blend between chattel and cattle. Chattel, speaking verily to nations, cities, towns and individuals crumbling under the horribly,  immoral, illegal, and down right evil, pressures of usury debt, taxation and fractional reserve lending. Cattle, appropriately and faithfully represents how mind programming successfully kept us from defining self and environment. Behind locked boardroom doors, we discover dastardly scheming from an elite cadre who contemptuously dominate humans, forcing us to express their version of reality enslavement.

How do you feel about what our fictitious student has to say? Is it remotely accurate to consider yourself chattel cattle? Is your mind presently being controlled? Are you enslaved by a fractional reserve banking system which greedily feeds on the spoils of debt interest?

I believe our world has become a battleground. Fear, distraction, and separation have become the catalysts of untold destruction within and without. We have all been pitted against each other, victims everyone! If you cannot presently see the deception, control and enslavement, I challenge you to consider this information with an open mind.

The next generation of slave lives now; humanity is addicted to the great lie, visual and sound bites of media madness force us to insist freedom and democracy prevail.  We have united in rebellion before, we will again. The first step every chronic user must take is to admit their addiction. Will you take this step with me? Are you prepared to label yourself a slave? Let me help you my brethren, let us be brave in the face of adversity. May you have the courage to awaken yourself and others to truth.

Before our journey commences, it is important to assess our present state of mind. Seldom do we touch base with our feelings and emotions relative to our unfolding reality. By example, when was the last time you pondered the impetus of poverty, violence, war, corporate greed, government wantonness. If, by chance, you inquisitively open yourself to the insanity of our world, you soon discover it becomes impossible to turn away. I remember my first visit into the rabbit hole. My wife had been unveiling all kinds of nasty darkness on the internet. I would arrive home from work to find my dearest all worked up over yet another horrific injustice. Possibly, my reaction represented much the same feelings and emotions you currently struggle with.

"This stuff is madness, it does matter to me, but what the hell am I to do about it?"

"Look, I would just as soon not know about all the ugly stuff in the world. I have enough problems of my own to sort out, let alone getting in a tizzy over what is happening half way around the world!"

Dearest reader, if you are married, then you know the aforementioned responses to my wife's nudging was not well received. All disagreements are a function of conflicting perspective, finding myself at odds with my partner always forces me to define her views juxtaposed to my own. Having settled upon an honest appraisal of my predicament, I realised lethargy had completely handcuffed me to the couch. My life had become a robotic routine of  functionality. Amidst the chaos of everyday living, I had somehow lost the will to look beyond my own backyard. Excuses, justifying my ignorance, were very easy to conjure. Following a hard day at work, a relaxing evening did not include investigating why humanity stinks like week old salmon guts baked mercilessly in a backyard trash can. I pathetically reasoned, "Even if I were inclined to awake from my slumber, there would never be enough time to affect much research." Respecting work and family commitments, precious few hours were left in a waking day. Toss in a three hour sports match on the television, or a movie, and the evening would be written off. Each argument, sounding hollow as the one preceding, left me no choice but to man up and admit my apathy was inexcusable. Think of it this way; if your head is stuck in the sand, how can you expect to sort out what just happened to your ass?      

Deciding to change my lifestyle to include investigative discovery was much easier and far less painful than I believed possible. Before long, I found myself starting a blog post, uploading videos, and sharing information with the world. Years have passed since I first relented to my wife's pressures. Many personal epiphanies have surfaced, however, the greatest single leap toward taking back my reality was reflected in the choice to completely eliminate television from my life. No longer would I fall prey to incessant mind programming, as an added bonus, three hours were opened up each day for constructive, self empowering research. My perception of the world dramatically changed, everything I thought was true, turned out to be a lie. Alice, falling down the rabbit hole had nothing on me; my new world, revealed on a small rectangular computer screen, contrasted vehemently with the big screen rendition provided by big brother. Rarely do any of us ponder upon the glue which binds society into a mindless mass of consumerism. Whence the beast has been revealed, we find it difficult, neigh on impossible, to look away. Presently, I consider myself a full blown humanitarian activist. Many label me conspiracy theorist, however, the information I disclose reveals fact not theory.

Imagine this my brother and sister; I hold before you the same gift my wife bestowed upon me. This gift I present is a jigsaw puzzle box of one thousand pieces. The title on the box, meant to be an eye grabber, reads "The Hidden World Of Slavery" a discretely placed, rather evocative, subtext suggests, "freedom is your choice..."

As bearer of this gift, I assure you each piece will indeed fit snugly together thereby defining our world as a prison for the mind. Chains of evil, once hidden from our view, will become readily apparent as we distill bits of disassociated data into a single cohesive photograph of the beast. Take a seat, I've just spilled the jigsaw pieces onto the dining room table. The first order of business will be for us to establish the outer border. It is always easiest to make the border appear; the straight unbroken edge makes it a snap to find a corresponding fit. Observing the assembled outer rectangle will enable us to confirm the pieces of our puzzle do indeed fit together. This is no small feat; most our brethren will never reach the point of pulling themselves away from distraction long enough to even open the puzzle box. Having a framework for the puzzle also makes it much easier to determine each piece verily has a common bond, in so much as, all components of the puzzle speak to a conspiratory advance of wealthy authors hell bent on maintaining control.          

Sleeping masses of the world always seem to identify the word conspiracy as an offense worthy of derision. Ignorant people, compelled by indignation, feel righteous as they cast stones. Unbenounced to them, we stand accused of merely trying to identify, for their benefit, the role they presently play as ignominious slave. Fantastic irony, speaks of the truth seeker diligently trying to offer aid, whilst those she serves laugh and spit in her face. Imagine someone fighting for their life in a burning building, amidst the cacophony, a fireman crashes through the door in a gallant effort to save their life. Instead of cooperating with the rescue attempt, they bash the hero over the head with a frying pan. Recovering his wits, the would be saviour slowly rises. What do they do? Whack him on the noggin again, informing him, "I am not going anywhere mister, and you will have to pay for that broken door!"

When faced with adversity, I often think of Hamlet. My grade eleven English teacher forced us to memorize and analyse the thoughts and feelings of Shakespeare's Hamlet as he recounts what is arguably the single most famous soliloquy in recorded literature. Borne on the emotions of Hamlet's words is the constant reminder that we must face our oppressors, persevere in the search for truth and never succumb to tyranny.


To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune,
Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them: to die, to sleep
No more; and by a sleep, to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks
That Flesh is heir to? 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep,
To sleep, perchance to Dream; Ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes Calamity of so long life:
For who would bear the Whips and Scorns of time,
The Oppressor's wrong, the proud man's Contumely,
The pangs of despised Love, the Law’s delay,
The insolence of Office, and the Spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his Quietus make
With a bare Bodkin? Who would Fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered Country, from whose bourn
No Traveller returns, Puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of.
Thus Conscience does make Cowards of us all,
And thus the Native hue of Resolution
Is sicklied o'er, with the pale cast of Thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment,
With this regard their Currents turn awry,
And lose the name of Action. Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia? Nymph, in thy Orisons
Be all my sins remembered.




My heart aches, I watch brethren suffer under slings and arrows of outrageous fortune. Who of us should bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, or the proud man's contumely. Not I dearest brethren, not I. Hamlet, conflicted with thoughts of suicide, exposes how ferocious the deep seated pain of injustice can be. Despite great suffering, Hamlet decides to soldier on. Is it his fear of the afterlife which keeps his desperation in check? Or, is it because he feels compelled to stand firm against all tyranny? As you shuffle of this mortal coil dear brethren, be all thine sins remembered. I ask you now, is there a more grievous sin cast upon yourself and child than to accept the branding of slave?

I charge you with the task of awakening from your slumber. Open your mind, still your beating heart, this is your world to command, not theirs. In honour of infinite love, unity and equality for all; whilst standing in the face of elite tyranny, I offer you the story of Joe, the twenty first century slave.

11 comments:

  1. Excellent opening Christopher.
    I'm looking forward to reading more.
    Keep us posted.
    All the best my friend.
    Carl (The 'Guide)

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  2. Namaste brother Carl, nice to enjoy your visit. Hope you are enjoying the fine spring weather.

    In Lak'ech, prosper in truth....

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  3. Beautifully written my friend...

    Realizing the matrix will enslave us even further into keeping our focus outside ourselves,
    when the real changes we need to make are within...

    as you so well explain in your writings,
    the very reason everyone is chattle cattle is that
    we gradually let them do it...


    those crafty friggin bastards...



    we are going to change this though


    it already is


    : )

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  4. Namaste brother Brad, you hit the nail right on the head. The entire point of my argument is to illustrate how the ultimate enslavement is the way they keep us from being able to understand our true nature. The power elite know; the moment we discover our true identity then we will eliminate money from our expression of living. Without their paper talisman the spell is over slavery ends.

    In Lak'ech, brother Brad, slavery ends..... the meek inherit the earth......

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  5. dear brother,

    as always another enlightening post! and this is just a first installment. indeed, we all are asleep and we need to awaken. but, awakening is a struggle .. and it is equally difficult to admit enslavement. it is interesting that i wrote about the song from the birdcage and here you will be expounding on how to end the spell of enslavement .. looking forward to the next installments

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  6. Namaste brother Sito, winds animating my sail blow from many directions. Your birdcage was one such zephyr.

    In Lak'ech, brother Sito, ripples from distant shores caress my sandy beaches...

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  9. Words formed through truth and love leaves me wanting more.

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  10. Namaste brother Dion, always a pleasure to enjoy your visit. I promise more is to follow, you know I'm hard to shut up once I get going :)

    In Lak'ech, brother Dion, ripples of love....

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