Money had become the only way of obtaining anything back then, and lack of money was by far the single largest fear amongst the developed people. The wonderful aspect of it, if you were doing the controlling, was that you simply controlled the money through convoluted, difficult to follow, and often seemingly senseless mechanisms.
‘If you took any notice at all,’ my father had said, ‘you would see how the powers that be seem to be allowing knowledge and freedom. What they actually allow, though, does not provide freedom. The harder people work, the less free they become, trapped by a system that provided the food, the jobs, the systems to be used, and the entertainment – in essence everything. Nothing was, in the end, free will. All you had was a choice of what was provided to you. It was all smoke and mirrors, and like all civilizations in the past who had reached this point, something had to give.’
Although the Fall was not a direct consequence of the societal malady we were experiencing, one could only speculate as to whether or not it played a part. Depending on your point of view, you might say the slippage of a major portion of the Antarctic ice cap into the sea was simply a geological accident, and that the subsequent disaster which disabled the planet (from a humanity perspective) and removed the ‘hu’ from humankind, causing it to revert to mankind, had nothing to do with the way we were being governed or how we behaved back then. That would be your opinion, to which you are naturally entitled. I believe otherwise, however – an opinion that has been outlined more clearly as a consequence of the many discussions and experiences I had with my father.
Growing up with my father, being fortunate to have been close to him, and being exposed to his quest for understanding and broad general knowledge, I came to understand many of the aspects known by our ancestors but lost to civilization over the preceding centuries due to our quest for scientific proof. It is amazing to look back now and see how arrogant man had become in his so-called knowledge of how everything works. The more we knew, the more we broke everything down into its component parts, and the less it seems we actually understood.
My father had struggled to fit in to this paradigm, despite being engineering orientated and spending most of his working life in the engineering field. I think, in part, it was this dichotomy he had that directed him to look elsewhere for knowledge: true knowledge, not simply that provided by our paradigms of the time. This resulted in my father appearing strange to his peers; he had few true friends, finding that most people, even very clever people, simply bought into the system without questioning it despite all the apparent anomalies that surfaced over time. (I deliberately use the word clever, rather than intelligent, as I believe intelligence invokes the idea of self-thinking and exploration, rather than simply applying the stated knowledge of the time effectively.)
The sun was dipping now, as we were well into autumn; living in an area of relatively low humidity, the air was sacrificing its warmth rapidly. I finished my explanation on the use of pendulums, staffs, divining rods, and tensioned tree-fork branches with a few shaky demonstrations. My muscle control was obviously no longer what it once was. A number of the younger people and a few of the older ones were very open to the more esoteric knowledge I was currently imparting and were quick to grasp and demonstrate their understanding and use of the information. In a day or two we would look over the proposed new area for building additional sleeping quarters; we were intent on laying it out with more thought of the earth energy lines and the placement of the common community area, pathways, and so on. To demonstrate how this knowledge had been utilised by the older civilizations, I had been sketching in a patch of clear sand, showing how temples and towns had been orientated relative to the earth energy lines that had been identified at that time.
My spirits lifted somewhat as it seemed that I may well have the energy left in me to get through this last but extremely important segment of the knowledge transfer – the part that returns us to commune with nature and our environment. To live in harmony with our environment, rather than abuse it as was so aptly outlined in the Ringing Cedars1 series of books just before the Fall, had been close to the heart of my father. There was yet hope for humanity to recover faster than previously accomplished after any fall of civilization. We just had to ensure we continued to engage other new communities around us and encourage them, in turn, to do the same. The rate of knowledge transfer into new communities had to surpass the rate of communities lost to wanton looting and destruction by those still caught in the rule of brute strength. Once this was achieved, we had a better than even chance of achieving our goal.
Tomorrow! I will tell them I am taking a day off, a rare occurrence these days due to the pressure on me, but I feel the need to rest and to regenerate. I need to spend some quality time with my parents, whom I still feel are around and, strange as it may sound, whom I feel still lift me and give me a strength I otherwise do not feel I would have. I feel myself straighten my posture, pulling my shoulders back somewhat, already buoyed simply by the thought of the coming day sitting quietly under what had become my favourite fruit tree, a tree cultivated from seeds my father had so diligently collected prior to the Fall.
Chapter 2
April 14, 2012. I suppose that is as good a time as any to provide some insight into my younger years. On that day, we were getting ready to do something that both excited and terrified me. In a discussion with my father two years earlier, we had decided to do a free fall for my twenty-first birthday, something quite different to the norm. I had forgotten about it until Dad placed the booking in my hand. We were actually going to do it! Not just he and I – Mom had decided to join us too. What a set of pictures this was going to make for my twenty-first birthday party! A friend of mine had done a free fall for her eighteenth birthday. She had been thrilled by it, and we had discussed the jump for days at school. But on that day I remember that there had been something far more aggressive than butterflies in my stomach as I had hung in the door of the plane with the wind whistling past, dragging the nausea-creating engine fumes along with it, attached to a stranger in whom I had now placed my life and was willingly waiting to fall into the void below.
Dad had made sure we were up and ready to go in good time. It was just like him, planning ahead, making sure that we would arrive ahead of time if nothing went wrong on the way. The combination of Virgo and engineer within him was working normally, and after a small, non-greasy breakfast, we left home and headed for the airfield. The trip was uneventful, and we were early for our appointment with the jumpers and trainer. No surprise there.
Walking into the area used as their club, we were not surprised to find the strange, motley crowd that you normally see around adrenalin sports – different to most people in their outlook on life, but as usual, very friendly. We were offered coffee and rusks while we waited our turn for instruction. Watching the others standing around chatting or just waiting for their turn, we noticed they were peering upwards. Moving into the shade of a medium-sized acacia tree, we were able to follow their gaze without the sunlight affecting us too much. Initially, we weren’t able to see anything, and I was wondering if they were playing a joke on us. Suddenly though, a parachute appeared and then five others in swift succession. It was a mix of two tandem jumpers, two newbies, and two obviously experienced jumpers. The parachutes of the two experienced jumpers were tiny in comparison to the others, allowing those chaps to fly at amazing speed. At their speed though, landing could apparently only be accomplished by lifting your legs and landing on your backside, skidding along the grass until you stopped. One of them whizzed by us just above the ground, his feet dragging in a pool of water, lifting them just before the edge and then going on to land farther along. Apparently, this was a form of accuracy jumping. I could definitely see a number of bruises and broken bones arising from that pastime.
Shortly after the landing of the two tandem jumpers, we were approached by the three tandem masters. After introductions and a
few minutes of general chatting, designed I think to test our nervousness levels, we underwent the instruction. It was short, only about fifteen minutes, with each of us being personally taken through the motions by the tandem master assigned to us. This turned out to be a little less exciting than I had imagined. We were simply put through the sequence of events that would lead up to exiting the door, face down, attached to our respective jump partners, and then told how to lift our legs for landing.
Satisfied that we knew what to expect (everyone is entitled to their own opinion, I suppose), they led us to a dressing room where we tried on a number of jumpsuits – a fancy name for a colourful, but faded, set of one-piece overalls. It was not a question of finding a good fit, but more a question of finding the least bad fit, if that makes any sense at all. Consequently, we looked anything but dashing once we had suited up, and it was refreshing to see that no one gave two hoots what we looked like. I suppose the fact that we had paid money into their club coffers to have them scare the bejeebers out of us was welcome from their perspective.
While waiting our turn for the plane, it was comforting to watch the next group of three tandem jumpers coming in to a fairly decent landing – at least for two of them. The third forgot to lift her feet sufficiently before they hit ground, causing her and her partner to swing around and be dragged backwards on their sides for a few metres before stopping. Less than elegant, to say the least, but apparently no harm was done other than to her ego. I had always envisioned us landing on our feet, but although we came in slow enough, this was apparently too dangerous to attempt as it was almost impossible not to fall over each other’s feet. This could apparently be a very ignominious landing, with a high injury potential. Based on the explanation I concluded that landing on one’s backside was the better option. What one did in this instance was simply to lift your legs into the horizontal position and land on your backside, skidding for a few metres. ‘No problem!’ according to our tandem instructor. Although I did not mention it out loud I sincerely hoped he was right. Standing there and waiting, staring into the sky, my mind wandered to my life that led me to this point.
As families go, we were right up there in the ‘good stuff’. Yes, we had taken a few punches, mostly as a result of the stress of work on my dad. He could not do things half-heartedly, nor could he ever fail to take full responsibility for what he did. In his own words, after his nervous breakdown and after having spent time reading and contemplating some very non-engineering type books, he came to the conclusion that someone had created an ingenious system to maintain control of man, and he, like most others, had behaved as planned. From then on, my dad had embarked on what you might call a quest. In essence, he began looking for the truth behind the truth as handed to us in the official versions by government and learning institutions. In his search, he began to see the anomalies – nonsensical rhetoric and things that simply made no sense. ‘Unless you begin looking,’ he said to me one day, ‘you will not notice. The system keeps you too busy, whether working or through the entertainment provided, for you to see anything amiss.’
He read about the ancient civilizations of the Sumerians, Egyptians, Mayans, Incas, and others. He went through esoteric books written by people who bucked accepted scientific principles. He became a Reiki Master, not by the quick weekend courses you could attend, but through a full year of training that included exploration of the mind. He attended high-impact, self-development courses, not the superficial ones which were so abundant, but the ones using the principals he was investigating and now beginning to understand. When Mom joined him on this quest, they assisted others, providing their help freely with many of the courses – a consequence of how strongly they felt the need for other people to experience what they had.
My father hated what had become of the medical profession, amongst many others, although he was the first to say that there were many good people simply caught up in the system that had developed, and he therefore looked into alternative medicine. Before we could blink, we had all become Body Talkers, practioners of an amazing natural healing modality based both on ancient healing practices – such as acupuncture, Chinese medicine, Reiki, and many others – and the modern outlook created by Descartes with its separation of the mind and body, an approach that took everything operating as separate entities within the whole rather than the approach that everything was interconnected.
The BodyTalk2 system worked wonders. It went far beyond the realm of modern medicine, requiring no prescription drugs or invasive techniques. People were assisted through BodyTalk when modern medicine could simply not find a cause for what ailed them. Many of these people were carrying past trauma or stress in their bodies, which did not manifest as any of the traceable symptoms that modern medicine looked for. Mom and Dad had gone beyond me in this, becoming quite advanced, with Mom being proficient as she was able to practice her skills regularly while Dad was only able to do so infrequently due to his job. I, however, took time off from this to study psychology. At my young age, I felt no one would take me very seriously with the BodyTalk unless I had something further behind my name. As I had seen too many couples break up in my short life I wanted to try to make a difference here – for individuals, couples, and the kids involved – utilising both BodyTalk and psychological services to assist these families.
Over time, my dad had become more and more convinced of the overall control of man by someone or some group, with countries and democratic elections seen as mere smokescreens bought into by the vast majority of people. He felt that man was originally controlled simply by physical force. As man developed, this control was usurped by so-called religious leaders who used the fear of hell and their direct link with God to control the masses. Finally, when this was no longer powerful enough, the monetary system was invented, controlling people through the fear of lack, turning them into slaves of the system, a system controlled by others. To justify his stance, my dad used to ask those who were interested or sceptical a simple question: ‘Could you give up your work and survive today in any semblance of the comfort you currently have if you had no access to money?’ He was right – the system works very hard to ensure you cannot do this and thus ensures you remain a slave to it.
He had continued to work to support Mom and me, but his heart was no longer in the system, and I felt he was taking immense strain staying in the industry and environment he had come to despise for what it did to society and the values of people. He talked of buying a place out of the way and becoming mostly self-sufficient, moving as far as he could out of the rat race. I knew he could do this quite easily. One of his recent study areas had been energy, the natural energy understood by the ancients and currently lost to modern man. It had been amazing to see the results of even his initial practices: he had transformed the negative aspects of our new home, including clearing two negative geopathic energy lines that had affected the home and negatively impacted its previous owners. People were constantly amazed at how comfortable our home felt.
My dad took these ideas, including the use of the golden ratio, which has been found to have been extensively used by the ancients, into a small vegetable garden he created out of a previously neglected herb garden and what he recovered from a section of lawn. The results were astounding. Honestly, the growth of the plants, the size and duration of the harvesting, had to be seen to be believed. He was definitely onto something worthwhile, something amazing. Why did we no longer know of these things? ‘Control’ he said. ‘Simply control. If people cannot be independent, then by nature they are slaves to someone. One of the most effective methods to control people is simply the control of knowledge-determining what the masses are allowed to know. In this way you can dictate their behaviour and prevent them from seeing alternative ways of living.’
The challenge he had in finding this out-of-the-way place of his was how to accommodate the rest of us: myself, at varsity; Mom with her BodyTalk practice and her nervousness at out-o
f-town living; his mother-in-law who needed constant attention due to her diabetes and loss of memory; and his mother who also needed attention, being old, frail, and alone. Although Mom had taken on the burden of looking after the mothers, the requirement for financial means and close proximity weighed on my father like a millstone. I believe he felt that if he did what he wanted to do in his heart, he couldn’t live with the knowledge that he had done so at the expense of others.
Looking back on this now, I am amazed at how many old people were left to their own devices by their families or were placed in the institutions that had become fashionable, allowing the children of these parents to walk away with society seeing them as caring and considerate. Did we dump our parents because we were scared to see what would become of us, or did we simply fall into the trap of being too busy? Regardless, there was a real possibility that the system, in setting this up, was able to scare us sufficiently into believing we had to work to a much older age than we might have just to prevent that same situation from happening to us. Humankind, at the time of the Fall, had been rapidly dehumanising itself, despite all the apparent hype around human rights, children’s rights, correction of social ills, and so on. I remember how little was actually achieved even with all the talk, committees, institutions, and world laws created to promote human rights. What a farce and waste of time and energy.
I was unceremoniously brought out of my reverie by a shout in my ear to arch my body backwards. I did as instructed, and with a sudden push from behind, we were airborne – if that’s what you called rushing straight downwards at the earth. There was a short unstable period, where everything jumped around, and then suddenly I was stable, looking straight down at the earth from what I supposed was by now somewhat less than the 11,000 feet they said we would jump from. The cameraman who Dad hired to film me, possibly screaming on my way to earth, was in front of me, looking quite odd with the camera attached to his helmet. I felt strangely calm – probably because there was nothing up there to give you the perspective or indication of the nearly 200 km per hour you were travelling – so I suspected the film would end up quite bland. The cameraman was a young lad from varsity and very sweet. He came in real close, getting my attention and indicating I must wave, smile, and so on. He had obviously done this many times before.
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