Abject Indifference
In this house-of-cards world that seems to be collapsing inward upon us from every conceivable angle, everyday-people seem to lie supinely in apathy watching it all come down around them. We are an indolent, intellectually lazy, bunch who collectively respond to any form of oppression or trouble with an attitude of there ain't nothin' I can do about it. I can't tell you how many times I've heard those who I love and care about the most in all the world say those words. The situation is close to dire enough to bring me storming to the battle-front from my reclusive world.
Why are we allowing this to happen? Our very existence as we've known it is being systematically swept right out from beneath our supine bodies as slick as a cloth from a table, leaving us exposed, unprotected and naked, to the nefarious winds of oppressive change.
For 30 years and more, some of us have seen this coming and yet, knowing it in our hearts, feeling it intuitively in our guts, we've let it spread its life-draining body over us like an incubus or a succubus coming in the night in our dreams, pushing it out of sight and out of mind while we've struggled to move ahead with our mortal existence, immersed in the din of the clamor of our day-to-day lives.
Many of us have known for all these years that the middle class of America is being eroded, reduced to a future of peasantry and feudalistic service to the masterlords of our society. The gradual erosion and eventual failing of our economy was always the masterplan, and it would be done through a process called deregulation – meaning the removal of regulatory oversight – that would allow the wealthy to increase their wealth and their control of the monetary systems unfettered by governmental authority.
The Reagan administration was the first to move the pre-conceived plan into actual effect, and with Monday-morning-quarterback hindsight we can easily see that the American public did not get it, nor did they care. If Mr. Reagan wanted to lower our taxes and deregulate the economy, so what? It sounded good; I'll get a bigger tax refund at the end of the year and I won't have an oppressive government looking over my shoulder every time I buy some stock, put some money in a bank, or make a little trade. Those were, and are, comforting thoughts, but they were not meant to exist for the benefit of the masses, but rather only for the masses to believe that they, too, could achieve the American dream. They are the politics of duplicity.
Of course I was once as guilty of indolence as the rest of us, perhaps more guilty than most, for about that time 30 years ago I was scheming on my own to take advantage of this brave new fiscal world where an entrepreneur or a good businessman could do just about anything he wanted to do to talk folks out of their hard-earned cash. In 1981 I quit a lucrative career as a manager with the mining division of General Electric Company (now BHP-Billiton) to start my own small minerals exploration and development company. To me, it seemed, with Ronald Reagan as President and James Watt (like me, a Wyoming native son) as the Interior Secretary, and a struggling economy that needed its own version of a bailout after the disastrously inflationary Jimmy Carter years, that it was a good time for a little startup like I had in mind to break through into the Utopian land of the plenty by rising from the ashes of a struggling economy. Middle-class folks, I reasoned, ought to be anxious to invest in the free enterprise of an open market, the beginnings of a world-wide deregulated economic philosophy. And, in fact, they were anxious and willing. It was the official start of the socio-economic and the neo-fascist political dream of a thousand points of light, a global economy, and a one world government.
So my own personal greed in those days was not very much different than what we've witnessed with Wall Street and the world's banking community under the W administration. My ambition was to separate myself from the middle class, to own land and whatever else I desired; my attitude was that it was every man for himself and those who could succeed would – to hell with everybody else. In other words I was a wannabe one of them. I was one of the would-be masterlords, one of would-be oppressors and controllers, an unwitting advocate of an American, or even a global, caste system.
By 1985, when my little company fell upon hard times, my struggles to save it revealed the unforgiving real world to me, convincing me that in truth I was no match for those who were the true masterlords, demonstrating to me that there was no place for me in the elite world of the aristocracy. Enlightened but bewildered, I turned 180 degrees the other way, shifting social, economic, and political poles completely. But for one who had spent his whole life up to that point at the other end of the humanity spectrum, the overwhelming emotional change was almost too much for me to handle, and I gradually descended into fits of confusion, depression, and self-pity. I'd known only one way to conduct my professional and personal life, and now I was lost in a strange new world, a different way of life, and an emerging philosophy, that I didn't understand.
No doubt, most of us never experience this kind of a full-frontal collision with the hard facts of life, and if I'd been smarter, or tougher, or more cunning and devious, I might not have either. Perhaps I would have modified my ambitions, content to step down to a lower tier of success, willing to serve the aristocracy to gain at least a modicum of the success I yearned for. But my disillusionment was whole and complete, and embittering. I spent the next 20 years of my life fighting and railing against myself, those I loved, and the world, like a flailing Don Quixote, sinking deeper and deeper into the muddy quicksand of my own existence. And in my confusion I ended up in prison. But in prison I found myself again – with the help of the divine providence of the lost goddess of wisdom: our Sophia. I owe my life to her, and to those close to me who she has led me to since I was released from prison.
So you see, I have learned the hard way. Forced, somehow, into retrospect and awareness to understand a world gone bad, as it has always gone from time-to-time, I have no abject indifference as do the masses of humanity, and my heart reaches out to all of you who live your lives without reacting to the innate feelings of discomfort and impending oppression that I know you feel somewhere deep inside you.
I want to help you understand, to give you reason to react and fight back against those who would subjugate you for the rest of your mortal lives, taking everything from you that is rightfully yours including your very souls. It is their plan and it is now fully in force, and it will succeed without a massive, collective, enlightenment of spiritual consciousness and an accompanying response. They are economically powerful, cunning, devious, and unforgiving; and the rest of us have little or no chance against them without the unity that they so cleverly strip from us through their secular and spiritual propaganda and duplicity. They are the masterlords, the patriarchal elite – some call them the Illuminati.
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Copyright (2009) by Albert Lloyd Williams
Why are we allowing this to happen? Our very existence as we've known it is being systematically swept right out from beneath our supine bodies as slick as a cloth from a table, leaving us exposed, unprotected and naked, to the nefarious winds of oppressive change.
For 30 years and more, some of us have seen this coming and yet, knowing it in our hearts, feeling it intuitively in our guts, we've let it spread its life-draining body over us like an incubus or a succubus coming in the night in our dreams, pushing it out of sight and out of mind while we've struggled to move ahead with our mortal existence, immersed in the din of the clamor of our day-to-day lives.
Many of us have known for all these years that the middle class of America is being eroded, reduced to a future of peasantry and feudalistic service to the masterlords of our society. The gradual erosion and eventual failing of our economy was always the masterplan, and it would be done through a process called deregulation – meaning the removal of regulatory oversight – that would allow the wealthy to increase their wealth and their control of the monetary systems unfettered by governmental authority.
The Reagan administration was the first to move the pre-conceived plan into actual effect, and with Monday-morning-quarterback hindsight we can easily see that the American public did not get it, nor did they care. If Mr. Reagan wanted to lower our taxes and deregulate the economy, so what? It sounded good; I'll get a bigger tax refund at the end of the year and I won't have an oppressive government looking over my shoulder every time I buy some stock, put some money in a bank, or make a little trade. Those were, and are, comforting thoughts, but they were not meant to exist for the benefit of the masses, but rather only for the masses to believe that they, too, could achieve the American dream. They are the politics of duplicity.
Of course I was once as guilty of indolence as the rest of us, perhaps more guilty than most, for about that time 30 years ago I was scheming on my own to take advantage of this brave new fiscal world where an entrepreneur or a good businessman could do just about anything he wanted to do to talk folks out of their hard-earned cash. In 1981 I quit a lucrative career as a manager with the mining division of General Electric Company (now BHP-Billiton) to start my own small minerals exploration and development company. To me, it seemed, with Ronald Reagan as President and James Watt (like me, a Wyoming native son) as the Interior Secretary, and a struggling economy that needed its own version of a bailout after the disastrously inflationary Jimmy Carter years, that it was a good time for a little startup like I had in mind to break through into the Utopian land of the plenty by rising from the ashes of a struggling economy. Middle-class folks, I reasoned, ought to be anxious to invest in the free enterprise of an open market, the beginnings of a world-wide deregulated economic philosophy. And, in fact, they were anxious and willing. It was the official start of the socio-economic and the neo-fascist political dream of a thousand points of light, a global economy, and a one world government.
So my own personal greed in those days was not very much different than what we've witnessed with Wall Street and the world's banking community under the W administration. My ambition was to separate myself from the middle class, to own land and whatever else I desired; my attitude was that it was every man for himself and those who could succeed would – to hell with everybody else. In other words I was a wannabe one of them. I was one of the would-be masterlords, one of would-be oppressors and controllers, an unwitting advocate of an American, or even a global, caste system.
By 1985, when my little company fell upon hard times, my struggles to save it revealed the unforgiving real world to me, convincing me that in truth I was no match for those who were the true masterlords, demonstrating to me that there was no place for me in the elite world of the aristocracy. Enlightened but bewildered, I turned 180 degrees the other way, shifting social, economic, and political poles completely. But for one who had spent his whole life up to that point at the other end of the humanity spectrum, the overwhelming emotional change was almost too much for me to handle, and I gradually descended into fits of confusion, depression, and self-pity. I'd known only one way to conduct my professional and personal life, and now I was lost in a strange new world, a different way of life, and an emerging philosophy, that I didn't understand.
No doubt, most of us never experience this kind of a full-frontal collision with the hard facts of life, and if I'd been smarter, or tougher, or more cunning and devious, I might not have either. Perhaps I would have modified my ambitions, content to step down to a lower tier of success, willing to serve the aristocracy to gain at least a modicum of the success I yearned for. But my disillusionment was whole and complete, and embittering. I spent the next 20 years of my life fighting and railing against myself, those I loved, and the world, like a flailing Don Quixote, sinking deeper and deeper into the muddy quicksand of my own existence. And in my confusion I ended up in prison. But in prison I found myself again – with the help of the divine providence of the lost goddess of wisdom: our Sophia. I owe my life to her, and to those close to me who she has led me to since I was released from prison.
So you see, I have learned the hard way. Forced, somehow, into retrospect and awareness to understand a world gone bad, as it has always gone from time-to-time, I have no abject indifference as do the masses of humanity, and my heart reaches out to all of you who live your lives without reacting to the innate feelings of discomfort and impending oppression that I know you feel somewhere deep inside you.
I want to help you understand, to give you reason to react and fight back against those who would subjugate you for the rest of your mortal lives, taking everything from you that is rightfully yours including your very souls. It is their plan and it is now fully in force, and it will succeed without a massive, collective, enlightenment of spiritual consciousness and an accompanying response. They are economically powerful, cunning, devious, and unforgiving; and the rest of us have little or no chance against them without the unity that they so cleverly strip from us through their secular and spiritual propaganda and duplicity. They are the masterlords, the patriarchal elite – some call them the Illuminati.
vvv
Copyright (2009) by Albert Lloyd Williams
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