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Universal Law - The Trial for Earth

4/30/2015

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**This is a good fun piece blending religion and space aliens. I might make this one into a novel later, but I have too many ideas to work on this right now, if anyone wants to collaborate let me know :) **



It had been the law among those who travelled other worlds for an unimportant amount of time (for time had almost no meaning to them) that the fate of a planet could only be decided by the morality of the dominant species. It had long been accepted that the morality of other worlds was irrelevant and could not be applied, when the battle for Earth began it was not with lasers or bombs but with careful argument to the umpire of the universe, a logician who specialized in interspecies conflict resolution.



The Creator of Earth was aligned with its spirit, Mother Earth quite naturally, but the opposition told the umpire that she was not in her right mind - that the dominant species were killing her and that for her own good she must be handed over to them for care. They brought up old cases where it had been decided that killing ones homeworld was deemed insane and such a species, left unchecked, would be a curse on the galaxy should it ever work out how to roam.


The fleet of rectangular ships carried the aliens of bug origins and they argued as follows. The rules of the dominant species state that more intelligent species may eat less intelligent species, we can help the earth with a cull and then keep the population in check by eating some. We won’t eat them all, it will follow their rules of “farming.” We see how they farm other species so close to them in intelligence it’s hard for us to tell the difference, so we can put them in pens, feed them, eat the young, make the milk into cheese… That is their rules. They believe in exploitation and greed only. On planet earth the ones with the biggest weapons eat and the others starve, we would be improving things for most. For most of these organisms death would be the merciful option.


On the circular ships the organisms were sent by the Creator of Earth and their own worlds, they were there to prove that the human species were in fact ruled by the Power of Love and could innately follow His laws. They had to prove that it was the influence of the Bugs that was causing a temporary cultural insanity that was curable. The umpire found more logic with the Bugs than the other side but since the Earth was created by Love, He was awarded the chance to prove His side was correct.


The umpire said you can select only one champion of the species and the Bugs must agree on the choice. The Creator selected a male who, without any religious belief, “spoke the language of love like he knew what it meant.” The Bugs stropped, “No,” they said, “This species is more like us, they need a strong queen.” And so the Creator 'reluctantly' selected the mate of his preferred champion and the Bugs agreed with glee. They had run through the fiction of the species and found the females to be weak, narcissistic, greedy and lazy.  The Bugs sat back, sure of an easy victory. Even if the female succeeded she would never hand the power back to the male, never. Then either way they won. If she failed to prove she could navigate only by The Power of Love, the Bugs won. If she failed to hand power back to the male and sought to be a queen, the Bugs could either win by claiming she was obeying their rules or demand a rematch. The odds were stacked against the Creator and so he began to cheat (according to the laws of love you can cheat and lie to save those you love, so no laws were broken according to the logician).


The Creator went forwards and backwards in time to weave a story to beat the Bug invasion and prove that they were the infection and not the saviours. He found Abraham, one who could hear him clearly, but the Bugs hacked in and almost caused him to kill his own child. Now the Bugs knew that the Creator was cheating and so they began to cheat too, but now it was permitted by the logician who said they could do it under the rules of "fair play."


The Bugs knew that His plan involved the Jews and so they set about planting ideas to have them exterminated. It was also possible that the solution could come from their close genetic kin, the Arabs, and so they set about trying to get them eliminated too. The Bugs ran forwards in time to find that it was the First Nations that were the most likely champions of Mother Earth and set about having them destroyed too. The game was so much fun for the Bugs that they swarmed the earth in cloaked ships, hacking and hacking. They promoted greed, promoted money systems, hunger and famine. They promoted the idea of celebrity culture and set about making divisions. They set men and women against each other, they set divinely inspired faiths against one another, they set environmentalists against one another while the ecosystems crashed…


Then the Creator appealed to the umpire logician. “You see,” He said, “it was the Bugs all along. These time travel cases are hard to prove but it is them killing My earth, She needs My protection, not theirs.” The umpire agreed but said the fate of the humans was still to be decided by the champion game. The Creator could have Mother Earth, but if the humans no longer obeyed Him and were more like the bugs, then they belonged to the bugs as kith and kin, that was 'logical.' So the game went on. The Champion succeeded, she understood the Power of Love well, as did her man. The Creator went back to the umpire logician. The Logician was set to agree with the Creator and award Him the humans when the Bugs appealed (only one appeal is allowed for each side).


“The Creator of Earth has won a single pair, an Adam and Eve. That is in their literature. He does not win the rest of them. They are genetically flawed, we will save their earth by taking the rest of them away. The logician thought it good logic that played by "the rules" but the Creator was not finished.


“They all deserve the chance to be saved if they come to the Power of Love to learn and know that Love is not a spoken language but one lived and felt in the heart, mind and soul. Those are the rules of My Creation, by my Son, Jesus Christ, I may offer them salvation even if they have behaved like "bugs."” The logician thought. It was a popular notion in the culture, it was as logical as any other rule and, also, he thought, it was "logical that the others might achieve something similar given their genetic relatedness was very high. The Bugs had been influencing world history since the beginning. The humans were still strong in Love to their offspring for the most part and the vast majority wanted a loving Creator. Their fiction showed great fear of alien bugs and that could easily be taken as evidence of a shared nightmare for their kind." He said, “Stop.” The case of Mother Earth was over.


The Logician Umpire had to award one way or the other by law, but this time, because the importance of Earth he made intergalactic legal history. He awarded the care of the Earth to Her Creator and the care of all the species of the planet that were not human from that point onwards. For the humans the logician said that they would decide their own fate. Either they would listen to the Power of Love and be saved by Him, and He would know His own regardless of what “badge” they wore. Either they were strong in the Power of Love or not. The bugs could take the ones regarded by their own species as psychopaths and sociopaths, The Creator, Love, could only keep the others. The Creator knew that the Bugs wouldn’t simply eat their winnings but keep some for breeding and so get non-psychopathic humans to farm and bully. The creator could not bring such an argument to the logician because the notion of likely future crimes was not admissible.


The Creator appealed the ruling, His one appeal under the law, He argued that “psychopaths” are simply defective humans that should be isolated from the population while the humans find a “cure” rather than hand them over to the bugs. The logician thought, if all of that logic held, then the true dominant culture (uncorrupted by the bugs) on earth should be the Power of Love and so the Creator of Earth had the right to try to save the defective ones also. That meant the “Bugs” had to leave. The appeal was granted in favour of the Creator.


The Bugs had no sooner thought of fighting it out than the Creators fleet became so vast the Bugs could not detect the end of it. Either way The Creator of Earth was going to win, and by the Law of The Power of Love, He was instantly acquitted. The Bugs hailed the Logician Umpire for safe passage to leave but the umpire simply stated, “At this point it is not logical for the Creator of Earth to let you leave. There is no other system in outer-space than logic, neither of you are on your home-worlds.”


In the instant the ruling was made the Creators ships opened fire killing the Bug armada. There was no point going to the Bug home-world as the Creator must obey the logician and on the bug home-world they obey their Queen and live in highly logical brutal ways.


The Creator sighed. Now either His humans would either learn and take care of Mother Earth or not. It was a gamble but a necessary one to save this Universe. The creator needed a species strong enough in the Power of Love to understand and obey, but with enough grit to fight a battle to the very end without leaving a way for the enemy to regroup and come back. He turned to His humans and said “You must become stronger in love for each other, your fellow animals and Mother Earth. I, the Creator, and thus your only God, must obey the logician, otherwise it is not logical to permit Me in this system, but you don’t. You have been granted free will to choose your own fate, a part of the ruling that was never overturned. Thus you must only obey the logic system called 'The Power of Love' to be safe with Me. If you ever find the Bugs remember it is 'End the Game,' not 'Enders Game.' By the Power of Love you can do anything to keep those you love safe, so love everyone, your fellow animals and your Mother Earth. Then you will truly be free - the rules of Love are the only ones you can't break. So if you find their queen, you’ll know what to do. And I believe the logician will find all this quite logical. And this is my proof to the power over the logician that creativity wins over logic in this system, mind over matter, and that is how a God beats a logician, takes back the universe and wins. Now I am the only "Umpire" and judge (guess who's side I'm on, haha). I won, I am the only God. I am Love. Enjoy your lives because it is your destiny to win this universe for Me, for Love. Your future is brilliant if you really live by My rules. Creativity is more important than logic, but logic has its place. The Power of Love is the only thing you are fighting for, the only thing you should adore, and that is Me.  I suggest you have a party and some beers before you get to work on saving your ecosystems, eradicating world hunger, curing diseases and designing spacecraft. If I solved the whole thing for you what would you do with yourselves? Really?"


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An Open Letter From Mother Earth

4/28/2015

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Dear Children of the Soil,

I love the Creator too, He is the one who brought me into being. You though are not only children of His spirit, you are mine also. You have a Heavenly Father and a Mother Earth. Why don't you love me too? Why do you worship concrete so much? Why are you so content to let me die? Why are you letting most of your own species suffer too, who is winning? 

You are killing me faster than He can heal me, you pollute me in every way you can - by ocean, sky and land. You chase around after a wealth neither of us gave you. Gold is only a shiny yellow metal and money - I don't understand at all. What is it? Is it worth killing me, your mother planet, over? Where will you go children? Where will you go? Do you dream of other worlds in the stars? Do you dream of eeking out life on some barren rock with lakes of poison surrounded by technology? Should you find this other world your hearts will still be broken, broken beyond repair. No species can ever recover after killing its home world, its mother. To do so is spiritual suicide, you love me, as I love you. 


Abuse isn't love though and you abuse me with your lust for material wealth you do not need. You live in fear on a planet so achingly beautiful that there is no other like me. I am the best He ever made, you are supposed to be the finest species but you have a cultural insanity we are trying to cure. Children of the soil you need clean water, healthy soils and diverse crops. Your fellow species are also my children, they need habitats too. You were never supposed to be greedy like this, you were suppose to respect the spirits of all. Life is sacred, ecosystems are sacred, even you - killing me though you are - are sacred.


There once was a culture who loved me as well as the creator, they knew us both. Other cultures have abused them even worse than you have abused me. They are my children and I love them most. Please listen to them, they know things you do not. 


As sung by Bob Marley:


"Preacherman don't tell me,
Heaven is under the earth,
I know you don't know,
What life is really worth.
It's not all that glitters is gold;
'Alf the story has never been told:
So now you see the light, eh!
Stand up for your rights. Come on!


Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!


Love always,

Mother Earth
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Mia's Guide to Spotting Zombie Shoppers

4/28/2015

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1. Zombie shoppers think they are immune to advertising but "secretly" want a diamond ring. If you point out that they are mined by slaves the zombie will find you irritating or agree with you but still want the diamond.

2. Zombie shoppers Facebook articles about not fracking and anti-oil to their friends and still buy useless plastic items destined for landfill in less than a year.

3. Zombie shoppers prefer commercial art over something unique, the million and tenth print of a squiggle in ikea, ready framed hangs on their walls.

3. Zombie shoppers don't want the oceans polluted for the dolphins but put all their vegetables in disposable plastic bags because "it's convenient."

4. Zombie shoppers are militant about anti-slavery but have no problem with the way our food and clothing is produced with slave labour, or simple shrug and say "oh dear."

5. Zombie shoppers love being in the "free world" where most families need two working parents and one in six kids doesn't have enough to eat. All this is okay because xyz (fill in the blank). Time for a foreign vacation ignoring the pollution air travel causes and to upgrade your shampoo because "you're worth it."

6. Zombie shoppers walk down the meat aisles with the children they have taught to love animals and watch movies where animals talk and sing. They do this despite knowing the appalling conditions the animals are kept in and that increasingly science is showing that the animals are intelligent and can feel not only pain but sadness and fear. Being "squeamish" is "silly" to a zombie shopper.

7. Zombie shoppers make unnecessary purchases that they know contribute to pollution or environmental devastation somewhere and deplete's the financial resources of their family and Facebook pictures of the "cute" item to their friends who then make the same of similar purchases to Facebook back to them. OMG. ROFL. LOL. Then they fret about if their children will face an uncertain future because of all this damage "other people" are causing.

This is a growing list, Mia is still learning how to spot those Zombie shoppers...
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Mia's Zombie Nightmare

4/28/2015

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It was almost the bewitching hour and Mia found herself in a mall. It was empty other than herself but the lights were on, almost too brightly and in the glare the clothes were limp on the racks. At first it was silent, then steadily the music grew “If you want to be happy…” It was colder than usual and she could feel a draft on her face and smell something that reminded her of dark wintry nights. She was about to start walking when her eyes caught glimpses of ghostly forms. She looked harder. Either they were there or not. As she stared their outlines became more solid, like chalk people on a sidewalk and Mia almost cried out in alarm.


Mia pinched herself hard, “Wake, wake!” she commanded herself, but when she opened her eyes the shoppers looked ordinary - not anyone she knew, but that was normal life in her city. They were all shapes and sizes, all ages. Some looked happy, some tense, some in a hurry. She breathed a little easier. Then she noticed something odd, something she first thought was a figment of her imagination - each one had a black fuzz bubbling around their hearts, like tar candy floss. In panic she looked down at her own heart and patted over the top, no fuzz. After a time Mia decided to move, she couldn’t stay rooted to the spot forever.


She walked into a perfume tinctured store and next to each rack was a woman or child in rags, some burnt, some skinny, all miserable. They were chained to the rows of pristine clothing, shackled. Around them buzzed the shop staff, coiffured hair and perfect teeth and skin. They smiled without warmth and said nice things they were paid to say, compliments to manipulate lonely shoppers with hearts in black fuzz. Mia looked again at the assistants, their hearts were just as trapped. “Robots” she thought, “they’re like robots.” Mia jumped as an irritated shopper reached passed her to a rack of shirts.


The shopper shot her the “evil eye” and began searching for a size. Mia turned back to the chained woman to find she wasn’t there anymore, instead was a plastic mannequin, size 00 with a wig of nylon. She turned back to the shopper, her skin was turning a greyish hue and her eyes were more dull than cold coffee. Mia screamed. In an instant the shop switched back to “normal” and all eyes were on her. She stumbled backwards and ran out. “Home,” she thought, “I want to go home.”


To get home she’d have to pass through the supermarket, almost at a run she set off, weaving through the crowds. The supermarket was reassuringly normal. No happy faces, just irritating music and special deals everywhere. “I must be crazy,” she thought, “or this is one hell of a bad dream.” She passed the electronics section and stopped, she liked gadgets. One foot into the department and everything to her left became a glade more beautiful than she’d ever seen with a clear running stream. She smiled and stepped inside, the blades of grass were soft, bluish-green, and beaded with dew. Then she turned to see a sign in the ground “Bought by A. Mining Company.” She blinked and everything was gone, torn up, destroyed. There was no grass and the air stank of fumes, she took a step backwards and the department swam back into view.


The zombie shoppers were back, drooling over the electronics, dragging their limbs and staring with dead eyes. “Rare earth minerals” Mia thought. Mia’s head spun but she walked in anyway like she was going to war. “Stop!” she yelled, “Don’t buy it, the earth is being destroyed!” Again, faster than a blink, the shop became normal and the people stared at her. A few laughed. Then the security guard moved toward her, a six foot wall of muscle. Mia ran.


Mia hid behind a chocolate display, the guard went passed, talking into his radio. “We’ve got a live one in here, on her trail.” Mia took off her jacket, it didn’t change her much but they were after a girl in a blue jacket and she was now in a white shirt. Time for the exit, no more detours. She stopped at a display of plastic trinkets that had a group of shoppers entranced. They were a “special deal.” Mia stopped. The trinkets had no use at all. Mia's nose began to wrinkle, she could smell something foul, like rotten eggs. She cast her eyes around for the source. All around the feet of the shoppers the tiles had become black and sticky, a deepening pool of crude oil and Mia began to choke on the fumes. The shoppers were now dressed in rags, their skin greyed and torn in places. Mia screamed. Again everything snapped back to normal. The shoppers gave her a wary look, as if it was her that was odd; but they were the zombies! Then Mia’s heart sank as if a concrete block had been tied to it and thrown in the Hudson. She was the odd one out. They were the zombie shoppers, directed to consume until the planet was dead. As the realization shock wave almost knocked her down, a meaty hand fell on her shoulder.


Without turning she knew who it was. “You need to come with me, now.” Mia ducked down fast to release his grip, she was small, agile, that was her advantage. She ran again, weaving between the zombie shoppers until at last she was sat bolt upright in her bed. The window was open a jar, her room was too cold and her blankets were in a mess. She knew Mama would want her to go back to sleep but somehow she didn’t want to take her chances again. It was time to be awake and the dawn would bring a brand new day.
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The One and Only

4/26/2015

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Humans are a glorious concoction of matter (food and water) and love. Without love we die (one way or another). So only a God that is Love can create, no other can bring life to matter. Thus there is only one creator, not many. 

That doesn't mean there isn't a beautiful spirit of mother earth or that we and the animals don't have spirits/souls too. All life is sacred, mother earth is sacred, the divine creator (the only God) is Love - and He is the powerful kind of Love. 

Negative energies such as fear and hate can't create, only destroy and cause discord, cause harm and illness to natural systems - they are not creative but destructive. 

Why do things have to be more complicated than that?
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What if... Jesus met the First Nations first?

4/26/2015

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***For the sake of fiction we'll imagine they can understand each other***

J: Hi guys! I think sharing is awesome!

FN: So do we. You're a really nice guy, want to share some salmon and sing some songs with us?

J: Sure! Do you know not to go around killing each other?

FN: Everything is sacred to us, we love mother earth.

J: Sounds awesome! Did you know my Father in Heaven loves you too?

FN: That's great. We're about to have one of our ceremonies to welcome a new baby, a spark of the divine Creator. Want to join in?

J: Wow. I'd love that. Can I stay with you guys a while? 

FN: Sure, I think we have a lot in common. 

***Spoiler alert, this story is boring because they don't kill him. They think he's a nice guy and the exchange spiritual ideas peacefully. J falls in love, has a family and lives happily ever after. No cross, no nails. See, how dull***
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The Error of Pride

4/26/2015

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***This story is dedicated to my other dear soul sister, the wonderful LS***

There once were a people who loved the earth as a sacred mother. They saw the beauty of the streams, the majesty of the forests and saw life as a precious gift. They weren't greedy and asked for no more. They never asked for eternal life, they did not require fear of hell. They did not need books inches deep to know how to be nice and decent, to care for one another, the animals and mother earth. They shared and their culture was one that lead them into a positive way of being, harmonious with the earth. Then came the newcomers, strange, mostly pale. They carried with them books of instructions and were tense on the inside, all of them scared to death of a place called "hell."

The newcomers came from a land where money and power were all important and nice guys finished last. Their culture was toxic in that their book told them to behave one way and their money systems demanded greedy behaviour and bully tactics. So they walked about with two minds - the one saying God was Love and the other saying the natives were "dangerous savages"because they didn't have the same instruction book. 

Over time the people who loved the earth were decimated and abused, the others prospered, but always wanting more and more. What they had was never enough, bigger homes, bigger cars, more weapons! It became obvious that the ecosystems themselves were in peril and the newcomers dreamed of leaving earth for new planets. 

The people who loved their mother had not these dreams, for that dream was their nightmare, the death of mother earth. Then even in the newcomer population people started to wake, to demand the earth be cared for, but they too got lost in silly arguments and no progress was made. They knew pride to be a sin but could not go to the people so wronged and ask for the help they needed so desperately.

In their pride they fought over if climate change was real - yet it did not matter. What they needed to do to save ecosystems was the same either way. They yelled about abortion without realizing that if you just cared for women and babies properly that wouldn't be an issue. They made food for nine billion but still most people on the planet were hungry. They kept a monetary system that only favoured the elite and kept the greed system destroying earth.

Pride is indeed a deadly sin, not perhaps to the one becoming rich, but to our mother earth. 
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Blessed Rain

4/26/2015

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The storm raged on, unchecked and powerful. The boughs of the trees creaked as if they wanted to scream against the wild insanity of the surges. Wind whipped and rain pounded, the streets were awash. The dark clouds blotted the sun like they never intended to leave and the temperature dropped as if determined to push us back to a wintry chill and deny us the spring we yearned for. 

But after a time the clouds lessened and the first chinks of light tore through the darkness to bless the ground, the sodden plants, the shivering animals and sheltering insects. The rain became friendly, falling softly and though it looked like ordinary rain some of the drops were wisdom from above.

Drip - If I speak in the tongues of men or angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. 

Drop -  If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing.

Splash! - If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.

Splish! -  Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres

When sky once again was blue. the clouds a memory only and the ground had that sweet smell of early spring washed clean - the people wandered outside to touch where the rain had fallen as if waking from a long dream that was kissed with a darkness only pure love could shake from their backs.
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The Showdown!

4/26/2015

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Wow! You're back again, great! Now we can start. The debate team wanted to try the concepts of different faiths debate again and so this time they are allowed to bring a silent movie that shows what they believe in. Now, this will be fun! Let's see the bloodshed and war, that always makes a great movie!

***three hours later***

Yawn. Three hours of hugging, laughing, helping people and being nice. I'm gonna puke. No wonder we don't have debates like that. Even the humanitarian atheists didn't cause a ruckus! 

Well, come back next week, we'll have some high tension drama to keep you in your seats for those all important adverts!
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The Debate Team

4/26/2015

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HI! So lovely to see you, you're just in time! The debate teams are just warming up. Today they must focus on the concepts of their beliefs rather than the words and definitions. Here goes!

Chris: "Right, well, the divine spirit is love!"  

***Honk. Whack whack opps!***

 - Sorry, Chris, once you use words it isn't a concept anymore, rather like words can't be a table. Try again.

Chris get's up, looks confused, then gives everyone a hug.

- Ping! Well done Chris, now you're getting it!

Raj: ***says nothing*** Get's up and hands out some food.

- Ping! Exellent, that's wonderful, anyone else?

Aalam - ***says nothing*** gets up and fetches people glasses of water.

OK! There you have it, the debate team are unable to argue, now that's a first. Now we must look at their actions and decide who wins!!

***tumble weed***

Wow, turns out at the concept level there's nothing to fight about after all. How dull! If we carry on like this we'd have peace! Oh no, where is the drama in that? 
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