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Others have reached their Capacity for Terror. In the Green Zones they mock these creatures of Heartbroken Minds who wander among us as the Living Dead, crying Out in pain, wailing for Help that Never comes. They speak of Conspiring Witches hidden in the mountains Authoring our demise. Their Certainty is not to be Swayed! Others carry Signs of their Crimes, begging me to Repent their sins. On a Hellishly hot day I saw a Shivering Sad-sack treading down the road swearing, "I've got the Moon in my Pocket!" Grasp for Lost Reality too long and the mind begins to Slip.
How much Longer do I have? None of this is New, of course. You can read about it in the History Journals of destroying our first planet. Knowledge does not pre-suppose Wisdom, however, and is no Substitute for a Good Heart. It's like watching a slow Poison emanating from the center of the Ocean, rippling out with the Tide until no Place is safe. The Non-Repenters warn hell is Real and coming. But I Say it's already Here.
He spoke of the Profit to be had in Mocking the Poor, the Downtrodden, and the Exiled. "Tell them what they Want to Hear and they'll shower you with with wealth. But I can only find Humor in Truth. Speaking truth to Power Lords will get your ass stuck in the Outlands. I'm Proof of that!" I asked for the details. "Well, it was a Perfect Storm. Had to listen to some asshole speak about the Glorious System to everyone before I was to go on. Guy really got on my Nerves with Flippant sycophancy and Disconnected words. I mean, how you'd like to be Yelling for Help while Drowning and have some Weedhole say you're Faking it? He ends his speech saying something like, "We must Keep our great and glorious System exactly as it always has been. If we don't then all Hell will Break loose!"
"That sent me over the Edge. 'Yup,' I says when my turn came, 'Don't want all hell breaking Loose! Otherwise, we'd have the Green Zones shrinking every day!' I really got a Kick out of seeing them Squirm after that remark! Can't Admit I'm right, and can't Say I'm wrong. So I keep Going On how other things "aren't" going to hell until it Drives this Power Lord over the edge. He stands up all Haughty and Proud saying, 'I don't care what you say, you'll have to take this Super System of ours from my Cold Dead Hands!' So I point right back at him with a Big Smile: 'Yes, that's Exactly How it will Happen!' Everyone Laughed before they realized the Joke was on them."
In the distance I saw these little black Demon silhouettes furiously moving barrel after Barrel onto planes to be hauled off behind the high walls, No Doubt. The figurines moved as if they were possessed, as Ruthless and Relentless as their masters. There was a certain Mania to their movements like they Feared an Unknown force would suddenly interrupt their efforts for good. I guess on some level they know Time is running out, that this Planet only has so much to Give.
I guess the Looting of the Resources will go on right up until the End. Wasn't until I saw it with my own Eyes did I fully realize this. Damn. If one does not see the Possibility of Preservation then it makes Sense to keep taking until there's Nothing left. On this Precept they have bet the Lives on this planet - as well as their Immortal Souls. If only we'd had the same Commitment to giving as to taking we'd have a Future and our eyes would be able to Gaze upon the Sun once again.
My heart is Heavy. The Wounds of the World dread my soul. To whom does one yell from the Mountaintops to when the planet is Dead? Silence did not save us.
There's a Dawning of a new Consciousness. Pools of denial are Drying Up, leaving no place left to Hide. I've seen men look down upon their Hands in Horror as red stains of murdered blood appear. Panicked by Revelation, they go mad in the bright Daylight, screaming for help yet as Helpless as their Victims. Women for War weep and beg for the return of their children Sacrificed for Lies of promised security. By saying there was No Other Way to live they have left themselves with No Way to live.
What was Never Supposed To Happen is happening. Not content with destroying our First planet, we've lost our miraculous Second chance. Despite all our High Talk and Grand Promises, we did not learn our Lesson. We spoke of anything and everything - except Love.
The truth is Dying an Ugly death. It will die Alone, and in the Dark. It won't be Whispered or even Thought. It will just Disappear like a wind that passes through never to be known again. Within me I try to keep it Alive - but to what End? It is spoken Less and less as the Flames of danger are Stoked round us ever higher. You can see it in their faces: the Broken dreams, the Twisted lies, the Heartbreak of separation, Songs that echo only in the past. We are Drowning in a sea of unreality. Soon, there'll be no more Tears left to cry.
Three days ago I met an Excommunicated Power Lord. He was Desperate to speak, to tell me How Things Are, to convey the State Of The Rot. "It's Worse than you think," he begged me to see. "I was Cast Out for my lying - I mean, for not lying well enough. Those people there now - they're Animals, without human Impulse. They've Boiled their lives down to craven Creatures who speak Only to deceive. The have Zero consideration for anyone or anything. They thrive on Betrayal. In the end, they'll destroy even themselves, Eating each other alive - and taking rest of us Down with them. There'll be Nothing left. Believe me, I'm not exaggerating one Iota on this."
Believe him I already did. Then he continued his false Crusade.
"The people must know! If only they knew the Reality of what's happening. They must Listen to me! Then things would change! Throw the monsters out!"
Then I told him reality he did not Want to Hear: the Monsters are in charge because the People are monsters.
"Never!" he indignantly rebuked. "Never will I Believe that! The people have been Deceived. With good leaders we'd be Saved."
I repeated: the people Crucified the good leaders, that's why there's None left. There can be no deception without first Self-deception.
This robber, having been Robbed of his false hope, stormed off Cursing me as a man without Hope.
But I have read the Hearts of those who speak from on High. Those who Lie - and those who Wish to be lied to - grow and Fester in number. Rare is a soul who sees the Light. Most are still Stubborn and Reluctant to give up the old ways despite the Ruination they see happening before their Eyes. This now-Wandering Power Lord was the same. He spoke of going back to a Time of a more Moderate evil. That was his Idea of Sanity. He said Ridding the world of all evil was too Radical and "would never Sell." I Smiled at him, saying nothing, another piece of truth Gone with the wind.
