So here it is...the opening rant... remember kids, venting done in the right way is healthy :P
God talks to me all the time, He tells me not to worry, just to put one foot in front of the other and everything will turn out alright. He came to me because I called to him because for me this world is hell and I want nothing less than heaven on earth. He helped me compose this for you as part of the foreword to my book.
Hell is where billions starve and your fridge is full.
Hell is where your clothes are made by traumatized workers on slave wages in sweatshops and you buy them in a fragranced mall.
Hell is where His animals are kept in dark cages unable to move so that maximum profit can be made.
Hell is where you must work in a job that sucks at your soul just to buy over priced addictive food that leaves you lacking in energy, hypoglycaemic and irritable.
Hell is where the media pumps you full of fear and the advertisers use it to direct you into consuming products that destroy the ecology planet we all depend on via pollution and habitat destruction.
Hell is where children kill themselves because they are told the world is dying without telling them that there is an easy solution to all of it.
Hell is where women hate men, men hate women, one religion hates another, left and right mutually hate, races hate one another, where we squabble over if climate change is real or not while pristine habitats are destroyed and genetic diversity lost forever.
Hell is where we so want to be "right" that we refuse to see how we are all sacred under God.
Hell is where making maximum "profits" are sanity and saving the life a stranger in another country is "crazy."
Hell is where the love of power reigns and the Power of Love is sneered at.
Hell is where sociopaths rise to power and the salt of the earth desperately feel guilty for not having enough money to give to charity.
Hell is where love is abused to send good people into war.
Hell is where good people are fooled into making parts of weapons, never being told what the project is for.
Hell is where you spend so much time chasing money you swallow whatever the media tells you, you think what they tell you to think.
Hell is where billions of people haven't enough to eat but we could solve it for less than a fraction we spend on war.
Let me take you out of here, we don't die to go to heaven, we make it ourselves. I'll show you.
In this story I’m going to take you on a journey, well, I’m going to have a lot of help. God’s knows the whole story, of course, I follow my moral compass and listen to His words. He calms me, He tells me what I need to know when I need to know it, never a thing to soon or too late. His timing is perfect. I didn’t like the hospital though, I didn’t like the drugs, I didn’t like being stripped in front of men while I screamed at them to stop. I didn’t like having my clothes taken away. I didn’t like the doctor who asked if I thought my children were under the influence of the devil. I didn’t like the social worker who came over to assess if I was fit to care for my own kids. All that shut me up for years. I’m sorry. There is no mission I will take if it means loosing my kids, you couldn’t invent one. There is no mission I would take that lead to loosing my husband, no deal, no dice. So I shut down until the day I tossed the meds in the trash. Then I could talk to Him again and it has been my honour to serve Him since. I know right from wrong, I know when it is Him and when it is not. He wants me to bring you all Home, I can do that. He wants me to tell you some stories, I can do that. I will tell you where we are now. I will tell you where we are heading. I will tell you the first steps we need to take in the present to get there. When I’m done you are going to be able to navigate with your own moral compass. I have no intention of being the boss of anyone. The Power of Love is everything to me, the love of power is vile. Are you ready to walk with me? You’ll have to come to me in spirit though, I’m rather shy, I like my privacy. I’m going to have to rant for the entire first chapter just to get a load of shit out of my system. There’s a lot anger in there. Once that’s gone I’ll tell you some nice stories, promise...ish (fingers crossed behind back).
The banksters and corporations have us corralled like sheep. They think us "too stupid and lazy" to understand finance, too scared of the economy going down hill to make waves. But finally we saw the gig they had going for the simple scam it was. They created money by punching the keys of a keyboard and we all slaved to pay it back. They kept the profits for their mostly privately owned banks, such as the federal reserve, and paid themselves ungodly sums of money which they then convert into real goods - land, fancy cars, the best of everything. The banksters told us the economy needed them, that they must attract the best talent for the sake of us all, that's bulls**t.
The high salaries were to keep their employees greedy enough not to want to change the system, to turn a blind eye to what they were doing to the majority of the population. Then we woke up. We woke up and demanded that only our national bank, government owned, could create our currency and that all profits went into free healthcare, free education, green technology, clean public transit. It turns out there was more than enough money for everything we needed. What happened to the banksters? Let's just ay they're living more modestly now. But how did all this happen? I'm not sure I have time to tell you. Maybe read my diary, it was written in real time. It isn't amazing prose, it'll tell you how we changed everything, saving the world turned out to be easier than anyone suspected.
You have to wake up. You have to wake up, and soon. It isn’t just you either, everyone needs to awaken or we all die. We die and planet earth dies too. The planet will spring back and reboot in a few million years, but it will start from scratch again. That’s the only scary thing I’m allowed to tell you, it falls under the galactic rules of “fair warning”- after this statement all fear for fear’s sake is forbidden. Why? You’ll find that out in our conversations. I won’t give up on you. I won’t leave you until you are awake because that is my mission and I love you. I don’t promise to be perfect, never to get frustrated or moody, but I’ll always return to help you. There is a way out of this mess and it’s so easy you won’t believe me if I tell you right now, you’ll leave our conversation and carry on as you were before, believing that anyone who advises otherwise is a crack pot. Indeed, if anyone asks why you are still talking to me, still carrying on, you have my permission to tell them that “waking up is a load of nonsense” and I’m “interesting because you want to understand mental illness.” That’s fine with me. But when you are awake you’ll have a choice to make. Change and help to save this planet and every living thing on it, or go back to sleep in the false safety of “being normal.” Who am I? I’m Daisy, a mom with a penchant for writing. If you want to know more about me you can visit my bio on Descriptionari.com. Otherwise, it’s time we began to pull the wool from your eyes.
In the future it could be said that I started the rebellion accidentally. I could understand that. How many forty year old housewives do that? We’re over the hill, saggy round the middle and our best days are behind us, right? For the most part you’d be right, but not this time. This time you’d be wrong. I want it to be known that I meant to do what I am setting out to accomplish. I am planning a bloodless rebellion that will be less “revolutionary” than “evolutionary.” I have planned out the changes without ever attending a political rally, barely ever leaving the house, without making a single speech or being a public figure other than a fiction writer under a fictitious name. I plan to stay in my kitchen with my ethical bean coffee and fresh baked cinnamon buns, I can make that butter-rich dough with my eyes closed. You don’t know it yet, but you’re going to help me, and you don’t have to break any laws to do it or act significantly different that you do now. But together, you and I, we’re going to save the earth. We “little people” of all ages and backgrounds are going to bring down the mega-corporations while looking like obedient little sheep. They’re going to growl and be confused when we don’t run to our wallets like we always do. It will be peaceful, law abiding and save us money - how? Because we won’t be giving it to them. Our local economies will flourish, artisans will do good trade, artists will be valued again.
Our government’s job isn’t to keep election promises, it is to bow to the “money” and keep us working, paying tax. It’s a mistake to elect representatives and sit back while they “get on with it.” They’re corrupted before the ballots are cast. They’re too bamboozled with lobbyists and dazzled by greed to see daylight let alone the “big picture.” The world will burn before they make any difference at all. I read a good quote recently, “In the age of information, ignorance is a choice.” And even better, from the First Nations, “All Life is sacred. We come into Life as sacred beings. When we abuse the sacredness of Life we affect all Creation.” I gotta admit, when I read that one I felt like a teenager who’s hit twenty one and sees their parents in a whole new light. I could hear my “inner derp” saying, “When did they get so smart?” The truth is, the First Nations were the smart ones all along, it’s us that’s catching up to them, waking up. I can only hope it’s not too little too late.
I’ve been waiting for, praying for, some kind of top-down change, but now I know it won’t happen that way. We’re fooling ourselves if we think it will. We’ll be watching some stupid reality show or playing computer games the moment the Earth goes past the tipping point and into an unstoppable greenhouse effect. We’ll still be being frightened by the news and placating ourselves with chemical laden junk food in pretty boxes, wrapped in plastic of course. We’ll still be chasing that lifestyle we’ve been groomed for from childhood to crave, that life equals consumption, success equals consumption. We’ll admire a system with no more morals than "rich is good" and you can do "whatever you can get away with" to accumulate more money than you can ever spend - while others starve. With no change we’ll continue to sacrifice our own children to the “daycare” system and then feel stressed when our damaged kids "act out." We won’t even stop to dwell on the fact that the number one cause of death of our minors is suicide - yes, children killing themselves. And for the record, that means our culture - the one we accept so passively - killed them. I can’t live with that, not anymore, and if you're being honest with yourself instead of swallowing the “I don’t care," " I’m too busy to care” party line, then you’ll know you can’t either.
I look around me and I see plastics that are killing the planet we depend on, it’s mad, insanity. I see clothes made in sweatshops, why are we all buying them without a complaint? We can’t enjoy being draped in the misery of others. I see a world running around after money, fake digits, instead of stopping to ask if there is another way. If we don’t need ninety percent of the products out there, we can live on less money, have more time to think about how to make life better for our loved ones and ourselves. We can eat better from basic ingredients. I know, we say we “don’t have time.” But what is it worth to you to save the earth? Maybe you have kids, grandkids. Maybe you love the whales and dolphins. Maybe you crave a halt to deforestation.
Foreign vacations and consumer products can’t make anyone happy, it’s a dreamed up by advertisers, advised by psychology and it’s lie. They should be ashamed of themselves. They hijack our brains with fear and the promise of love, happiness and security. Big banks have us as slaves and big pharma sells $2 drugs for hundreds. The rich get richer and the meek, the ones Jesus loved so much, get screwed over and over. Fortunately for us, love isn’t a lie and it’s free. So though I’m not the religious type, I’m going to be channelling Jesus on this project, now there’s a guy who wasn’t afraid to rattle a few cages. Of course he got murdered, I would like to avoid that fate, but who goes about knocking off dumpy housewives? Let’s face it, even at a dinner party I’m the one that gets ignored. Once they know I stay home and bake, make pickles and jar my own pasta sauce type they glaze over and desperately seek someone more “interesting.” So by the time I’m done the meek are going to be inheriting the earth and the “big boys” are going to have to decide to turn over new leaves and be meek. They can do it early and preserve a chunk of their cash for themselves, or they can go down fighting and end up as broke as the low level workers they’ve been using and abusing for decades. You doubt I can do it? Watch me.
I’m the perfect rebel, too unlikely to be taken seriously until it’s too late. Maybe I will catch a bullet in a few years or some other fate, but there are folks who don’t even live to see my age or have a fraction of the amount of love in their lives that I’ve already had, so who am I to hide under a rock? I can’t live with buying plastics that are destroying the earth. I can’t live with buying food laced with chemicals we aren’t supposed to eat. I can’t live with animals being “farmed” in concentration camps - that isn’t farming. I can’t live with our children being pressured in a school system that treats them no better than cattle, controlling them with fear tactics. I can’t live with a world where our politicians are bought by those with the deepest pockets and the population is controlled with the wage/food dynamic. I won’t shut up and I won’t put up.
I have the guilt from living with all that, accepting it for so long, for bumbling along like a God damn sheep. I have guilt from being white, something well earned by my forefathers. I have the guilt from being English, look at what we did in the name of empire and spreading religion. I know we weren’t the only people to do it in history, but nonetheless, we did it. But you know what? Guilt is my bitch and I suggest you make it yours too. Whatever makes you feel the most guilty I suggest you embrace it, don’t fear it. Let it drive you on to be better, to make the world fit for future generations and all of life on Earth. I don’t share my pains, but I own them, and they make me stronger.
Central control is a lie and I’ll show you in as few words as possible. Think about a highschool teacher with thirty kids to teach. They don’t want to be there, they’ve been in the system too long for their liking and ahead all they see are cubicle farms and monotony. And that’s if they’re lucky. Otherwise it’s serving fries with a smile or homelessness. You are the teacher, you walk in and they keep talking loud and crass like you’re not even there. You stand at the front to assume authority as they teacher training manual told you to. You’ve been trained in the basic techniques of subduing a small population. You can see they aren’t in a mood to listen so you order them out of the room to line up. They don’t listen right away so you get firmer. You threaten detentions, put names on the board. Nothing. Then you spot a compliant kid already starting on his work and you send him to fetch the principle. All the standard fear tactics that work so well for a classroom teacher have failed because you are on call, you can’t back up your threats and they know it. The principle arrives, hush descends. One look from her and out come their books, She knows their parents, she can hurt them if they don’t comply. Suddenly these teens look more like “workers.” You feel vindicated, these entitled brats need to work, in fact, you aren’t even sure anymore if you care if they succeed or not. But here’s the question. What would have happened if not only that class, but the entire school stopped working? What then? Can they all be punished, all expelled? Nope. So the central control is a lie and the control is administered by applying fear. Magnify that up to the population/government level and you see your world. Fear to coral you into being a good little consumer, buy, buy, buy. Push through fear and it’s only freedom on the other side. Create, love, sing, dance, make things, buy nothing you can’t really live without and you will save earth, no maybes.
As the teacher you did one other sneaky thing, did you see it? You sent the compliant one away to bring in the “big guns.” Divide and conquer, very useful, and it has been for eons. Religion has been the finest tool for that, we can all be set against one another with the crudest of manipulations. Want some free-will back? Stop hating people of other religions, they’re just trying to find their way in a confusing world just like you are. Men vs. women - stop it, just stop. We are born into families of male and female, how can you say disgusting things about your son’s gender, about your daughters? Then there is generational conflict. The teenagers are entitled and shallow? And who’s generation had been in charge of their media, the adverts they see? Which generation should have protected them from these harmful messages? Yeah, that would be mine. But we are the ones still best placed to help them, how? Because we are the prime earners with the disposable incomes. So you know what? If they want my dollars they’ll have to start fixing things for the earth, for the kids, for families and local businesses or I will keep everything but what I need to spend of the basics in my pocket. I can bake, I can cook from scratch, I can grow vegetables and I can shop at local stores instead of Mega-corp. There is nothing in a dollar store I can’t live without. I can refuse to hate and instead show love. I can turn off the news, ignore adverts. I want my free will back and I can’t have them filling my head with their crap twenty-four seven. I find more educational content in the Simpsons and South Park than the news.
So, from my comfortable home, filled with all kinds of shit I never should have bought, I’m going to change to world. I will. Day to day life will be boring, I’ll talk, do shopping and walk my dog, but don’t all superheroes need an alter ego? That’s what my old persona is for now, it’s my cover, my Clark Kent. The new me is the real one, but for anyone who asks it’s just fiction, a novel, maybe not even a good one. Maybe the plot will be a bit wonky, but real life doesn’t follow a that forced pattern - introduction, conflict, recommitment, crisis, climax and resolution. There will be conflict, most of it internal, in you, if you dare read on. There will be a recommitment scene when you stop fighting your own conscience. There will be a crisis when you realize the mess the planet is in isn’t fictional and start feeling helpless and almost give up, wallowing in depression for a time. Then there will be climax, when you climb out of your stupor and realize that you are the star of your own story and that all of our stories will have the same ending. So without breaking any laws, or even a sweat, we’re going to change the world, and there’s not damn thing the multinational corporations can do to stop you or me, so let’s go. I’ll leave footprints in the sand.