The end. Of everything.
What else is there to say? After the final annihilation of consciousness. After the Big Bang in reverse. After the last hint of freedom is snuffed out. After the lights go down. Does it all start over again? Is existence an eternally recurring cycle? Do we get second chances on such a large scale as that of universal rebirth? Or does it all stay dead?
Find out the answers to these questions as well as many others on the next episode of Existential Pondering on the Status of God’s Whereabouts. A daily television show broadcast directly into the neuron synapses of each human brain that is wired into the collective hive hardware system. Plug in. It’ll be fun. I promise. You won’t even remember what it was like to see a real sunrise or how it felt to have a first kiss or what a blooming flower smells like in the spring or how a mango tastes when perfectly ripe and dripping with juicy sugar. Once your consciousness has been turned over to the electronic nodal system you won’t have to remember anything at all. Your thoughts will be provided for you. No more pain or suffering. But doesn’t that mean no more joy or pleasure? Hush now, don’t you worry about things like that. Just stick that wire into the socket. Just let go of all those silly worries. You are safe with us. The centralized control center loves you very much. Come…join us…everything will be just fine.
Who will choose to go the route of total disintegration into the data stream? Who will fight like a cornered wolf when they come to take you away? Who will be happy to release all mortal concerns of the physical dimension of time and space? Who believes that it is the very experiences garnered in this temporal reality that shape and mold who we are? Who is ready to give up on the flesh and blood? Who is ready to die for the right to continue living as a human vessel? The time is coming very soon when such questions as these will be answered. One way or another. With a screen going black and human destiny blipping out of existence. Or with a bloody war in the streets.
Take sides. Draw lines. Prepare. Civil uprising is nearly here. Mass chaos is sure to happen. All the cards have been laid on the table. We see exactly what the social engineers have planned. Some of us don’t dig it very much. No me gusta. We will ask politely that they stop. But they won’t. And so we will have to destroy them before they destroy us. That’s the meat of the matter. And the potatoes, too. Wicked creatures will never cease their wicked ways until they are deader than a door nail. If we must, we will accommodate them along the path toward reaching such an inorganic state of being.
Socialists. Communists. Collectivists. Fascists. An authoritarian by any other name…
Those who seek to enforce centralized control apparatuses over the population must be stopped. Post-haste. With due diligence. Without mercy. With no quarter granted. Without remorse. For the future of the species to survive, we will take down those who seek to enslave us.
Big words to counter the large threat that we face. Paranoia on a massive scale? Or the only rational conclusions that can be drawn once analyzing the data? The agenda is out in the open. A technocratic elite living in ivory towers, domed cities, underground bunkers, and plush island retreats ruling over caged neo-feudal slaves that are seen as nothing more than human chattel resources. Science fiction madness? Or the game plan written out in white papers and openly discussed by round table, think tank groups run by eugenicists for the last hundred years?
The general public has no idea what is really going on in the world around them. They don’t know about sodium fluoride in the municipal water supplies. They don’t know about estrogen mimickers in the plastic containers. They don’t know about geoengineering projects in which heavy metals are sprayed all over the skies. They don’t know about vaccines which contain mercury. They don’t know about flicker rates on television screens which are designed to alter brain waves into lower states of consciousness. They don’t know about how fiat currency is printed by the Federal Reserve. They don’t know about the depleted uranium used by the military. They don’t know about the radiation contamination from leaking power plants. They don’t know about the collusion of rigged economic markets. They don’t know about who runs the opium out of Afghanistan and the cocaine out of Central America and the marijuana out of Mexico. They don’t know about the United Nations’ Agenda 21 program. They don’t know about the quotas CPS agents have. They don’t know about the Sovietization of the public education system which was implemented decades ago. They don’t know about the genetically modified organisms that are in the processed foods. They don’t know about detoxification and the body’s ability to heal itself from nearly any condition. They don’t know squat.
A society gets the exact type of government it deserves. The amount of corruption that a government will be involved in is the exact amount that the people allow it to get away with. The amount of tyranny that a government will enforce is the exact amount the people will put up with. A private bank that is able to print the money has more power than a standing army. These types of paraphrased quotes have been spoken by men much more intelligent than me for hundreds of years. If only the ignorant masses would read a book once in a while. But, alas, the zombie hordes of America are doped up on pharmaceutical drugs and too busy watching soap operas and sporting events to concern themselves with a looming police state. Such people wouldn’t know tyranny if it bit them in the ass. They’d just pop a painkiller, roll over and go back to sleep.
Do I sound bitter? Do I sound angry? Do I sound pissed off? I wouldn’t give two flying shits about what other people do with their lives if it didn’t affect me. Call me selfish. But I happen to have been born into this system and so I am forced to deal with the consequences that arise when the general public lapses into a comatose state. So, since I care about individual liberty, justice and freedom, I make it a point to try and wake up those around me. I do my best to make a positive difference. I understand fully that I’m swimming against the stream and fighting an uphill battle. So it goes. That’s just my karma. I’m not about to stop now no matter how hopeless the cause may seem to be at times. Every once in a while there is a glimmer of something positive happening, and that is enough to fuel my tanks and keep me going.
This is a reprint of work originally published in Dissident Voice.
Scott Thomas Outlar lives a simple life, spending his time eating, sleeping, reading, researching, gazing at stars, taking meditative walks, contemplating existential quandaries, and writing prose-fusion poetry, essays and fiction dedicated to the evolutionary enlightenment of the Phoenix Generation. His work has appeared in various venues via the web, magazines and journals. Scott can be reached at 17Numa@gmail.com.