Saturday, 11 August 2012
Money Enough To Suffer Part 1.
Do you think it inappropriate to label money as a paper God?
In the wake of untold destruction, common sense strongly suggests we evaluate, and question, the relationship we have with this consumptive God. Firmly grasping my investigative sword, I ask myself, what kata will slay this beast? Depicting the history of money, as well as, the vulgarity of fractional reserve banking, allows us to slice at our God, but does it bleed? Don't forget the Illuminati, their sordid history of elite bankers staging sectarian and world wars merely to reap profits. How about the old chestnut we term corporatism, profit mandated at the expense of humanity whilst rendering our environment a wasteland. Possibly, I could write about those degenerate Wall street commodity traders, we all know they earn millions speculating on the rise and fall of foodstuff whist their greed directly translates into millions of starving people. Would I eviscerate this God if I revealed the nuts and bolts of debt slavery, mind programmed consumerism, or the fallout caused by global austerity? Briefly pondering this subject causes me to realise that if I were to total all the injustices related to money, the list compiled would fill a bookshelf. My guess is, I am no different than you. Don't you think you could fill an entire book with revelations of how and why money creates suffering? Sure you could, even a child can see what is happening.
Daily, each of us face the relentless horrors associated with money. Having thought this out, I realise whatever argument I bring to the table, grotesque or illustrative as it may be, will inevitably represent an impotent message. Impotent merely because you are already full of the understanding money causes suffering. You don't need me to bang the drum, you know it's familiar tune all too well. Try as I might, such arguments could never smite the beast, in fact, parries of this sort amount to nothing more than glancing blows. Serious strikes against the paper God must come from a solution biased perspective. Our attention may be best served imagining avenues of opportunity which encourage us to transcend the orgy of consumptive greed we have developed in servitude to this archon deity.
What would you say if I told you I have the solution?
Would you believe me if I said we could resolve the problem in a matter of months?
What if I painted for you a world devoid of money?
Ask yourself, would I want to live in a world without money?
I have a challenge for you to consider, a philosophical experiment if you will. Ask the average person to describe for you their impression of a world without money. More than likely, they will think you have lost your mind. However, once they realise you are serious, they will crank up their imagination and have some fun with the concept. As soon as your interviewee cozies up to the idea, you will see a grin cross their face as they realise all the usury lenders, Wall street traders and money pigs of the world will loose the ability to manufacture wealth. Embracing a money-less society further, they will note starvation would end, as would the corporate rape of our planetary environment. Gaining momentum, they will also revel in the idea of corporations manufacturing goods and providing services free of charge. Before long, the winds of excitement will eventually dissipate from once full sails and those interviewed will speak voices of programmed reason. "It's all just a fantasy, the powers that be would never let that happen." "It would never work because everyone would want everything, our planet could never sustain the mass consumption."
Slaying The Beast:
The rich will know of our power when we all stop paying taxes, credit cards and mortgages.
Freedom from oppression will be ours when we finally acknowledge 33% of our brothers and sisters have no proper home, food, clothing or education. Presently, we refuse to carry the burden of knowing 14% of our brethren are fated to starvation, when this changes, we will be compelled to rise against the machine so that we may smite our ruinous God. Calamity is upon us, humanity has been sleeping far too long. This very moment, none of us are immune to the contempt and wrath of fattened money masters. Austerity, the buzz word of this decade, has taken the masses to the precipice of despair. Marching orders from the top are clear, privatise, centralise, globalise, strip wealth from the masses. Today is merely the start of collapse, soon we will be fully engulfed in a global depression the likes of which we cannot even begin to envision. Corporate Rome burns while we collectively play the fiddle. However oppressed, incapable and apathetic we seem now, the destruction of our economy will cause us to wake from our slumber organised. Rising from the ashes, we will stand united partaking in the spectacle of our burning paper God.
Naysayers want to know, how could one expect such a society to function?
Without money, anarchy would prevail, no one would work, everyone would want a free ride! We have been programmed by main stream media to assume a "Mad Max" expression would automatically morph out of a society devoid of a paper God. In answer to such nonsensical assertions, I maintain we have ample evidence, both ancient and modern, to suggest humanity devoid of monetary considerations would conduct their social affairs in exactly the opposite vein. Two such evidentiary examples of communal living in the absence of money can be found by observing both village and family living. Historians avidly grind their collective axe by illustrating ancient aboriginal lifestyles as little more than tribalism charred by the inevitable Darwinian expression of savage sectarian violence. For many years I bought into the official tribal model, that is, until I had chance to experience tribal living first hand. Deep in the jungles of sub Saharan Africa there does exist a few back country communities fortunate enough to live out their lives relatively untarnished by the chaotic ideologies of the western world. Surviving from the fruits of their jungle habitat, they luxuriate in a communal bond which manifests as an extended family.
Twenty three years ago, I found myself immersed in the womb of one such village. I like the metaphor of a womb, the images rendered offer an illustrative adjunct highlighting the security, serenity, insulation and love I felt whilst in their care. Another apropos extension of the metaphor allows one to appreciate my presence in the village was representative of a journey to a foreign world. This world was alien to anything I had experienced before or since. Living with Congolese villagers enabled me to step backward in time over one thousand years thereby experientially absorbing the ideologies of ancient tribal society. Science fiction writers love to invoke the return of time travelers from a distant future who gloriously reveal the hindsight needed to save mankind from it's inevitable self destruction. The aforementioned literary motif always assumes salvation must be derived from knowledge yet to be acquired. Modern society has a tendency to trust science and innovative technology will always manage to keep humanity one step ahead of oblivion. The race to illuminate solutions, in the nick of time, is what we brazenly referred to as progress. My assertion is such that our species cannot truly consider itself progressive if we carelessly disregard what has already been learned. Iterative development requires we advance the entirety of learned knowledge as a collective output. The totality of output from a given generation then becomes the input foundation for the next generation to build upon.
Modern society acquires knowledge at a rate of speed significantly outpacing our ability to assimilate it's various gains or consider the many disastrous ramifications. An appropriate simile finds us racing down the knowledge highway incapable of knowing the full extent of what the scenery offers. The faster we travel, the less complete is the knowledge we gain. To appreciate the extent of lost detail, one could imagine walking from L.A. to New York, juxtaposed, to taking a F15 fighter jet. Having raced across the country in a jet, can you tell me how beautiful the desert appears under a starry sky, or describe the smell of morning dew resting upon a forest of pine? What would our world be like if modern society had metaphorically walked to New York? We can find answers to this important question by closely examining the Congolese model of tribal society. If we consider modern society the jet, then surely village life represents the pedestrian version of societal progress. How do they differ from us? What lessons can they teach us? Can their structure of belief lead to solutions capable of freeing us from this monetary insanity long enough to thrive as an emancipated species? Instead of the futuristic sci-fi matrix of a time traveler saving the day, let's entertain a historical hero, a village saviour who offers us wisdom from our distant forgotten past.
Wisdom Of Village Living:
What is daily life like for your people?
Life in our village begins here! Cupping a handful of soil, he allows it to slowly filter through his fingers. Our Mother earth gives life to us all. Without her we have nothing, we are nothing. Extending both arms, he includes the entire jungle. All living things come from her, from the smallest bug to the greatest beast, we are all her children. Every moment of every day she chooses to give us life or take it away. There are times she decides to take life from one child, he holds up a papaya, so that she may feed another child, he takes a bite and rubs his belly with a smile. Her spirit lives with all her children, water, rocks, trees, plants, even the wind carries her wishes. Our Mother desires we love and respect all her children, if we do, she promises each child we meet will give us gifts. Whether on legs, wings or roots, no children are taken, each is free to roam about on Mother's back. Peoples of our tribe are family, every man and woman of age is the father and mother of all the village children. In kind, each child knows every adult to be their father or mother. We share everything Mother earth gives us, all gifts given to me are also meant for my brothers, sisters and my children. We do not work, not in the sense of your people. Everyone gathers food, each as is best suited to the task needing completion. Women and our children fish, gather vegetables, spices, medicine plants, fruit, nuts, snakes and small beasts. Men make traps, poisons, and medicines. Men also hunt with the spear, dart, knife, bow and sling. Our homes are managed by everyone, thatch and grass is gathered by the children, elders weave repairs, and our women keep the huts swept.
Mother plays the greatest role in your village life, please tell me more of her nature.
As I spoke earlier, there is nothing that does not come from mother. She makes us, she feeds, clothes and houses us. Mother also watches what we do and rewards or punishes us. If we waste the life of her children, or if we take freedom from her children, then Mother will be upset. When Mother is angry with us she insists we journey far into the jungle for food. She may allow her children from the sky to wash away or blow down our homes. Mother also asks we keep and protect some of her special children, one such special child is a lake not far from here that is only for Mother's pleasure. We are forbidden to take from this lake. If you visit her and try to enter her she will run away. If you try to cast a net into her water she will consume your net, or, she will run away. Take a bucket and try to fill from her wealth, she will empty the bucket so her water can travel back to her. Mother also has trees we cannot harvest from, she tells us by taking the fruit away as we reach for it, or by spoiling the fruit before it can be prepared.
How do you and Mother feel about foreigners, like myself, who visit your village?
Those, like yourself, who Mother brings to our village as guests are here to receive her gifts. When we feed you, Mother refills all our bowls. Giving you place to rest your head encourages Mother to provide us all with safety during the night. Caring for your needs today will mean Mother will care for all our needs tomorrow.
Mother seems to be the equivalent of what many in the west call God. Is God another name for Mother?
God, from what I am told, is someone who cares for the children of the greater world. We know of your religion but do not understand why your God needs to gather love for his son Jesus. If Jesus was a child of mother's, like myself and you, then he would have known the love of all Mother's children. Jesus, if he was as great as I am told, must have know he existed only because Mother chose to feed and love him. Jesus lived many ages ago, we could be standing on Jesus now, we don't know what Mother did with him. I do not know your God, but I have been told we must love him or he will torment us now, and in the afterlife. Your God appears to demand love from you for his son and himself, this is not the way of Mother. Mother does not demand anything of her children, but she does desire that all her children love, cherish and respect each other always. When her children misbehave, Mother will make their life more difficult, this way we know she is unhappy. There was this tree which would not allow beast children to live in it, every time one tried, she tosses it to the ground. Mother was not happy with her child's behaviour so she took from the tree her fruit. Knowing of Mother's unhappiness upset the tree so much it allowed beast children to make a home. No sooner had Mother noticed the change in the ways of the tree, she gave back the fruit she took away the season before. Mother does not ever desire to bring harm to her children, however, there are times when Mother must guide her children toward unity and love.
How do you define Love?
Love in your heart and mine must be the same. For me, love is the harmony Mother wishes for all her children to experience. When we choose to live by Mother's wishes, we are choosing to love.
Having had the opportunity to dip my ladle into the hearts and minds of these unique peoples provided invaluable lessons instructing me in ways to live life with honour, respect, and most importantly, love. In the course of a few short days, Mother had turned my world upside down. Conversations with the village elder caused me to realise our Anglo American lifestyle had corrupted my mind with complexity, avarice, consumerism and separation. I came to understand Mother had given me audience with her child so that her teachings could become the rudder steering my ship to new horizons of unconditional love. Mother had shown me what it truly means to be family, moreover, she taught me to comprehend all manifest reality is in fact her children. Family does not begin and end with those who carry our blood, family is represented by the totality of beingness. Extending our conceptualisation of family is the essential key to happiness, health and freedom for our species. Imagine if the ideology of this tribe were to be adopted by all peoples of the earth.
What great accomplishments could we create with the comprehension that we are all brothers and sisters?
This wonderful village man taught me many lessons, all confirming the age old expression which states, "Mother knows best."
Relating the story of village life to others often yields the comment, "I appreciate how they could manage to live that way in a jungle community of a few hundred people. However, in my city of three million, with government and corporation running the show, you would have to be an idiot to believe we could live without money like jungle people do!" For those who maintain village living is unattainable in the modern city environment, I always reply, "you already live like they do, except that your sense of family is restricted to those blood relatives you love."
Look at the way your family behaves, do you, your wife and children exchange money for your services? In every home around the world, humanity lives in cashless harmony within the loving confines of their nuclear family. Without reservation, or care for recompense, we constantly tend to the needs of our spouse and children. We choose to feed, clothe, house, educate, nurture, and love our children, all in the knowledge money will not factor in the exchange.
When my wife prepares dinner for the family, she does not later present a bill to each family member. If my daughter needs a new coat, I would not send her into the street to earn the money for the purchase. How big will the bill be that you present to your son when he leaves home? Twenty or so years to raise a child at a cost of $15,000 per year, does that mean your child should owe you $300,000? Imagine how ludicrous it would be if every family unit had an auditor managing family assets and debits whilst ensuring dividends from the family income only go to members who produced wealth or offered the family collective redeemable services. In such a bizarre setting, the family sits down to dinner, father and mother get massive helpings whilst the non productive children stand naked at the table staring at crumbs. Funny how we think such a scenario to be insane, while at the same time we fail to recognise one third of the global population does not have sufficient food, clothing or a roof over their head. Family living is about gifting love, caring for each other, reveling in the good times whilst remaining united through hardship. If we simply chose to extend the definition of family beyond the confines of the nuclear experience then we would see fit to provide all neighbours far and near with the unconditional entitlement of equal opportunity. Seeing the nuclear family in harmony should be enough to convince the most ardent of skeptics that solving inequality, and ridding the world of money, is all about the philosophical choices we make as a society.
What if we were to embrace Mother's definition of family, would that not be enough to convince us money has no place in our world?
How A World Without Money Will Happen:
First and foremost you must understand society will move to a money less society. The reason I am certain of such a statement is because the economic model of a debt based monetary system is, by the very nature of it's design, unsustainable. There is no doubt a complete dissemination of the monetary system is presently being managed by elite moguls of the corporate banking industry. Their plan has always been to orchestrate global destruction of the monetary system as part of a problem, reaction, solution scenario designed to enable the establishment of a one world government. Time and again, we have seen corporate rats use monetary depression as a segue to world war. When the dust settles, these same vermin stand on their soapbox cleverly spewing solutions designed to calm the masses into believing the age old promise "If you take our advice, we can assure you, this will never happen again!" WWI and WWII were perfect examples of how they created problems, then used the chaos of war to illustrate the need for centralised power. Historically, we know the post war environment seeded organisations like the U.N., World Bank, Bank of International Settlements, International Monetary Foundation and the World Health Organisation to name a few. Initiating the transformation to a money less society will be realised by humanity taking on of the following three roads; corporate controlled new world order, social anarchy, or spiritual enlightenment.
Part two of this post will peek into our future by taking a quick stroll down the three aforementioned roads. Prior to the next installment, I would be very interested to know what you think a society without money would look like?
Do you agree one of the three roads is a viable or probable outcome?
Do you feel we will always have some sort of monetary system?
Possibly you could tell us what happened with the experiment I asked you to consider undertaking?
In Lak'ech, believing in unconditional love....
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