The World Behind the World

You can feel it when you close your eyes. When the day-to-day stresses and tedium are blackened behind closed eyelids. You see swirling shapes and colors, not black, and the hinting behind those phosphorescent patterns catches your mind. You relax your body with a few long exhales. And you seek out anything recognizable in the imagery. And then you see it, small at first, but growing closer. An image forms, a face, a setting. Real as though seen through a window. You try and track it, but the first time it fades quickly.

The next time the imagery is stronger, clearer. You detect voices, but cannot yet hear what is being said. This is no dream, you realize. You are still awake. It is difficult to stay awake, and soon you are opening your eyes to a new day. The visions remain in your memory. You want to know more. You know mentioning it to anyone will get strange looks, after all it is not part of our real world, t he one we spend most of the time toiling for a wage with which to pay bills and buy food, a system designed to keep you enslaved with no time for other exploration.

Think on this. You live on a planet that has been around for four billion years. Humanity apparently only came into being some thirty thousand years ago, in a more primitive form. Descended from apes, they say. After all, we still have a tailbone, even though no tail. We have body hair, especially around our reproductive organs, as though shielding from the hot savanna sun in some other devolutionary shape.

And after centuries of conflicts, whether religious, patriotic, defensive or aggressive, our society took shape as it is now, a hierarchical society where those who have amassed a disgusting amount of wealth manipulate those beneath them to shape policy, rules and to define truth and even history, the latter a fictionalized retake of whatever actually happened. Losers do not write the history books.

Few owned everything. They provided a safer place for the rest. For a fee. An homage. A tithe. And to conscript as body-fodder for the endless fighting between tribes, cities, states, and countries. To pay these fees, the average person toiled hard, ate sparsely, had few creature comforts, and lacked proper medical care. As populations grew and conflicts diminished, replaced by commerce as warfare, the rise of corporations and power monopolies, life improved some for the masses, but with new taxes, laws, restrictions, all while still being available for cannon fodder should the need arise. All wrapped up in a flag that the populace was convinced meant everything. Trained by allegiance to designer brands, sports teams, musicians and actors, it was not a hard sell to keep the patriotic banner afloat. Throw in religion, whether God, Allah, Buddha or any other deity that has existed during the reign of Homo sapiens and you can see the power behind it. For added measure restrict food supplies, create scarcity, develop toxins and their accompanying treatments, and the people happily bleet along, dazzzled by the shiny objects of commerce, the new phones, televisions, cars, restaurants, fashions, music, and their day and brain power is exhausted. No resistance.

Throughout this planet are ancient artifacts that have been destroyed. And those that remain are limited in access, fabricated in origin stories and generally ignored by the masses. The date of the Great Pyramid is glossed over. Far older than we have been led to believe, possibly built by another iteration of humanity now extinct. Or aliens that came before the flood to genetically engineer a better hominid worker to mine for them. These Annunaki legends are told in Sumerian tablets that still exist.

To be continued…