Sunday, June 09, 2013

The Hunter Gatherers and the Origins of GMO's

Hunter, gatherers... There was a time when they still possessed the personal power to instinctively know what to hunt in the gathering of what they needed according to their desire.

But there was confusion too.  Both among the HG's and that which they gathered, the providers.  Who were in alignment with the idea that that was their destiny path.  To provide.  With themselves.  The Sacrificial Ones!  

Die to live was their mantra.  The path they'd struck for themselves via their interpretations and conclusions drawn in a time long, long ago when such things as DNA were just beginning to take form and then make form.

But, their story is another story in the larger story  And, right now, this is the HG's story.  From one angle of it.  From one layer of the cake.

And there grew a darkness in the green forest.  Over time the HG's lost more and more of their power through the dynamic of denial.  The more split and gaped they became between their wills and their spirit aspects of themselves, the more it became difficult to hold consciousness together.

Which is just another way of saying that the denial was causal to the loss.

What happened next is culminated in what we see today.  Reflections of various forms that can show us their stories.  Not only behind the forms taken but the dynamics running the show behind the scenes.

In the Gap.

Reflections that show us who holds this power now and the unloving, nefarious ways in which they use it to control and hold power over all those who seek to know life inside of love.

Reflections that show us, as GD, a campfire compadre pointed out recently; how good things are turned into bad.

Thrown back on themselves, I might add.

The operative dynamic here is magnetics.  Cuz power, in its denied state can split off from the essence of the body politic.  Go, out there.  Where it is up for grabs.  The energy of it via the EM dynamic, attracts and gloms onto what we call, the bad guys.  And vicie versie.

Voila!  A transfer of power was just made.  In a place where is operates of its own consciousness.  A place that is unconsciousness to us.  Mostly.

I used to say high jacked.  A high jack of this power by anti-life forces.  Who's right place is not of this planet.  And, in many, many instances, inhabiting bodies they've taken over or presenting as earth spirit forms to forward their anti-life agendas.

In a phrase:  to kill the will!!

From one perspective there is truth to the high jacking.  Yet, that could not happen without attraction.  Alignment has much to do with attraction.

And so, it played out.  Over the ages.  More and more the HG's looked to those in power to tell them what to do.  What to eat. What to wear.

Fast forward to today.  There are many reflections of how this is playing out in many, many various forms.

GMO's are just one.  Here, eat this pilgrim.  Its good for you.  No, it won't hurt you.  Our best scientists have verified this with extensive testing and assured us of its safety.  Here, check out these links.  Watch these shows.  Pay attention to advertising.  It will inform you of the truth.

Another is the fashion industry.  Particularly vulnerable are women.  Cuz, what's the message?  Be beautiful.  That's yer job eh?  And besides, you desire it.  And you deserve it.  Because, you ARE beautiful!

Anyway, its quite a show to see it playing out on the stage we call life.  Wear this to be Miss Thing.  Or this sophisticated beauty for the opera.  This little number for the party.  Or, whatever.

One of those whatevers being, wear this little sexy flower and you will entice.

What?

Him!!

There she is.  The unconscious concubine to the handler.  Strutin it down the runway in all her voluptuous womanhood.  Wear this and you will shine.  And that shine will draw him to you.  And he will be mesmerized by your draw.

Which is just another of the stories in the greatest story of all time.  Him.  But, we'll have to put him in the later box for now.

Is that it?  Not hardly.  That's just one point of view of only one aspect of a dance gone mad.  Mine.  What's yours?