‘What are the odds of having such similarities in the pantheons of gods in all the ancient mythologies if there is not some common basis?’ my dad would ask. ‘Besides which, there is other supporting information to this slavery-of-man issue, such as from Slave Species of god6, which approaches this from a different angle. The evidence is there for us to see, but man is stuck in the ruts of religion and self-importance. To believe this approach would be to place mankind in a lesser light, and our egos refuse to go there.’
My dad admitted though, that we were fighting a system centuries in the making, extremely fine-tuned with enormous resources at its disposal, including the full ability to discredit or simply remove any potentially serious opponent. He felt, therefore, that the only way out was going to come from a complete meltdown of the system, precipitated by some form of catastrophe, natural or otherwise. What I did not initially understand with my dad’s intention on the out-of-city property was just how deep his conviction went that this catastrophe, or correction to the health of Gaia, was going to occur soon. Only once I fully understood the depth of his preparation did I realize how much he had invested in the future, healthy recovery, and growth of mankind.
Chapter 4
My sun-drenched reverie was broken by the excited call of the twins. They had been the first twins in the village and had elicited much excitement and comment. I was able to inform everyone that twins were actually quite a normal occurrence and that there could be more babies born at one time, on rare occasions. Having spotted me under the tree, they were racing each other to be first. I had a tender spot for these two beautiful young girls. At about seven years old, they were not only fearless but were compassionate, loving, and caring for all life. They were the epitome of what mankind could and should be. Despite their comparative diminutive size, they were in full command of any situation involving the farm animals. They were able to control them easily, and the animals behaved with respect towards them. I was intent on using this phenomenon to demonstrate to the others what could be achieved with trust and belief. To this end, I had instructed a number of the young people entrusted with working with the animals to observe the twins and to modify their own approach to mimic that of the twins. We were meeting with some success, and I was hopeful that, like all learning, the rate would be exponential, and that this approach would soon become the norm. The reinforcing of the morphic field and morphic resonance would see to the rest of the learning here.
This was no mean feat considering that for a number of generations, in the animal world at least, previously domesticated animals had run wild and were no longer used to being bred or kept in captivity. This was new for them too, and we were now only beginning to approach a reasonably stable herd situation after a number of animal generations once again in captivity. In an environment where animal predators had flourished since man’s drastic reduction in numbers and his loss of control of the planet’s animal resources, this was a challenge. Once again, man was considered fair game by predators and care had to be exercised when venturing outside of the village perimeter.
The log fence had been gruelling to erect, and this was undertaken whilst the fledgling community lived in the caves of the cliff face that now formed the southern border of the village. The narrow cave openings had been defended with thorny branches from the acacia trees while the fence was being erected. The fence had been planned in such a way as to allow dwellings to be built so people could move out of the caves into the sunlight as soon as possible. The caves were dark and depressing, and we had needed all the positive energy we could get our hands on. From the dwellings, the fence was extended to include the newly re-domesticated farm animals in the ring of protection.
Amazingly, we had found in our travels that goats, sheep, and certain cattle had managed to survive – especially the goats, which turned out to be very adept at surviving. Catching them had proved challenging and frustrating for us. Although my father had taught me how to do it, I was no longer of an age where I could go out with the group tasked to do the catching. I had to describe to them what to do, and there were a number of mishaps before they finally got the idea and our success rate went up. The chickens I already had with me when we established this particular site, having brought them with me from the out-of-town property of my father; they had survived many generations since the time of the Fall and were very resilient.
This spot for the village had been chosen due to a constant supply of fresh water welling up from a point in the base of the cliff and forming a stream of clean, cool water. The cliffs created a safe barrier and had a number of deep, cool, dry caves that could be used as larders. Being in the southern hemisphere, the cliff face did not hinder but actually supported the retention of warmth during the winter months through radiation of heat from the warm rocks at night. There was a fairly wide crocodile-infested river cutting through the cliffs on our east side, again creating a natural barrier that was the last section to be reinforced with the log barricade. The north and west were open to good land, land which was reasonably flat and could be tilled. The first fencing erected was between the cliff and the river, arcing first North from a chosen Westerly point on the cliff and then turning Eastward in such a way as to allow sufficient space for a few huts to be built along with a small tilled area for vegetables. Initially we had no space for fruit trees, and we had to rely on dangerous excursions to old farmlands outside of the area to collect the wild fruit growing there as a consequence of the original farming. We had lost a number of young lads over the years to roving bands of renegades whilst they were out searching for food and useful materials.
Outside of the new barricade was excellent grassland, with widely spaced acacia trees affording a fairly clear view of the area. It was here that we allowed the cattle and other animals to graze during the day under close supervision; the larger predators had come to understand these animals were easy targets. I had recalled that the Masai warriors, who had resided in and around the area previously known as Kenya, had worn red and that the lions feared and respected the red. The Masai had been fearless and were willing to take on the lion with short spears, killing many who attacked their cattle. I was hoping this fear was still present in the lions psyche when I had asked everyone who went out hunting, foraging, and scouting to be on the lookout for red ochre, a red clay mineral that could be used to dye the clothing worn by the boys tasked with herding. Although there was limited red ochre to be found, the yellow was quite common. It was only when we noticed a small spill of yellow clay near the fire change to red that I recalled my father showing me this so many years ago. I think it had something to do with driving off the water from the crystal structure with high heat that made it change colour. Then again, science had not been my strong point at school. Regardless though, treating the yellow ochre with high heat allowed us to provide sufficient red ochre pigment to colour all the herders garments.
It was astonishing to see the immediate change in approach of the lions to the red colour. Now my father had read a book just before the Fall that discussed Rupert Sheldrake’s7 hypothesis of morphic resonance, as I think he called it, and he had told me the gist of it. The hypothesis went something like this: All living things of the same type are affected by the collective experience of their past ancestors, and they in turn contribute to it during their lifespan from their own life experiences. This collective experience is contained in an energy field that the species is tuned into and can draw from.
Simple examples of this are spiders, which are able to spin a web of a type unique to their species, without ever being taught how to do so. It seems the lions, due to their fair longevity, had not yet erased this fear of men in red from their morphic field. Our run-ins with the lions reduced significantly after this change, especially after one of the herders, Theuns, had managed to kill one of the lions when it attacked him from long grass. Sadly, Theuns had later succumbed to his infected wounds and serious loss of blood. He had n
ot died in vain though, and the remaining herders were safer for his actions.
Morphic resonance was one of the reasons my father was so adamant that we needed to retain as much knowledge as possible and be able to pass it on quickly into a stable community. If this could be done before too much time elapsed, the potential to return people to quick learning and knowledge retention was high, as they would still be attached to a morphic field that held these habits or traits, making it easier to learn and remember. ‘If we do not do this soon enough,’ he had said, ‘the morphic field will adapt to man’s new approach to life and would probably dumb down, severely restricting the ability to return to the knowledge previously held.’ He believed this lack of retention and quick transfer back into mankind or into a civilization after a catastrophe was potentially the historical reason for man seeming to take so long to recover after each lost-civilization event in our past.
I believed now that he was correct. Teaching the youngsters to read and write had proved far less difficult than I had at first imagined, especially with the aid now of the five older girls and two men I had already taught in the few years before. It was comforting to know that within the community we now had over twenty young people, from ages of eight to around thirty, who could read and write fairly competently. We had weighted the females slightly as since they were mostly confined to the village, they had a higher chance at survival and hence retaining the skill once I passed on. Having others who could now teach had significantly lightened my burden, and this allowed me to move on to the more complex and esoteric aspects, for lack of another description. Although these aspects were not critical for survival, they would assist mankind in a clearer understanding of his environment and enhance his self-management and spiritual growth.
The twin girls arrived virtually simultaneously, almost knocking me off my stool. They hung on to me for a few moments, giggling between huge lungful’s of air. Recovery for the young is so quick. Within moments they had sufficient breath back to blurt out that they had found something really beautiful and I needed to ‘please! please!’ come and see it. How could one ignore those big round eyes of what must surely be crystal children. Together, they were a powerful force, one that I was hopeful would help lead and carry the village into the future.
Chapter 5
The beautiful thing the girls were referring to was a fairly large spider, sitting patiently in the middle of a well-constructed web between supporting logs of the perimeter wall. From the right angle, which the girls were quick to point out, the low sunlight of the early morning was diffracting in the dewdrops hanging on the web. It was truly a beautiful effect. I sent them away to quickly call the other youngsters. Here was a chance to explain some of the principles of light in a naturally occurring phenomenon. Wasn’t this approach so much better than the stifling school environments I had grown up in? I pondered this thought, my ingrained school memories still lingering but now only in broad detail.
My eye then caught the spider, drawn to it by a subtle movement as it adjusted itself on the web in the warming sun. It, too, was beautiful – exquisitely so. If I remembered correctly, this was the golden orb spider my father had pointed out to me when we were at the out-of-town property. As he had shown me, I slowly brought my hand closer to it, and it deliberately started to swing back and forth on the web, attempting to alert me to its presence through this movement. The strength and elasticity of the web never ceased to amaze me. ‘Mass for mass,’ my dad had said, ‘the web is stronger than steel yet far more elastic.’ Watching the spider pulsing back and forth on the web took me back to the nature lessons he had given me while I worked alongside him on the small holding, or plot as we called it then, which measured about five hectares. His objective was to allow nature to be free on the land and to work within it to create what he needed to grow food. ‘Nothing in nature,’ he had said, ‘would attack you simply for the sake of attacking you. It would only be in self-defence, mistaken identity, or desperation for food. The animals on the planet have a natural respect for man, and if we return that respect, we have little to fear from them.’
I was sceptical, having grown up in an environment where man had a poison for and a penchant to kill anything he felt scared of. Watching my father move spiders with his hands and guide snakes away from the house, I could not help but reconsider this approach, especially after watching him allow a scorpion to climb onto his hand. He walked with it about two hundred meters away from the house, where he let it walk off his hand into the grass. I never managed to get myself to do it, possibly due to the memories of all the screaming kids in nursery school running away from even the smallest spider. All those supposed good intentions by parents to protect their children simply resulted in a well-entrenched set of irrational fears.
This particular fear of spiders, which I had when I was younger, had annoyed my father immensely. According to him I initially had no fear of spiders, having been taught by him from a very early age how to handle them. This though, only lasted until I went to nursery school. Another case for the morphic-field theory it seems, where the input of the many, regardless of how irrational, outweighs that of the rational few. It explains why it is so hard to change the set minds of a group of people, no matter how compelling the alternative argument may be.
I could see the twins, with an entourage of other youngsters, coming over a slight rise in the ground a short distance away. My thoughts, however, remained on the plot my father had worked so hard on for the three-odd years before the Fall. I could not believe the results he had manifested. For two to three years prior to obtaining the property, he had collected seeds from trees and from vegetables he had grown himself; there were also young saplings which he had taken care of, allowing them to grow in containers for the day he was going to transplant them into this dream plot of his. The property was well located with respect to natural energies, both from a landscape perspective (what some in earlier times would have referred to as its Feng Shui characteristics) and earth energy grids of which there had been only one seriously negative line, which my father had modified to reduce its effect.
There was a small stream through the property on which he had built an earth dam to allow for water birds, both of which improved the Feng Shui aspects further. The property had a large number of trees, especially around the bulk of the perimeter, creating a natural barrier. The house was part way up a small rise towards the one end and had a borehole with reasonable water at only about twelve meters down. My father had taken time to find this place, but walking on it with him, I remember clearly how peaceful and gentle it had felt. ‘Living in harmony with and an understanding of nature results in this,’ he had said. With the feeling in the village and the lands we were cultivating, based on what he had taught me and I had observed him doing, I no longer had any doubt that he was right and that modern man of just over fifty years ago had completely removed himself from the most important aspect of our being – that which allowed us to live in harmony with our planet and enjoy the benefits that came with it, not least of which was good health in all respects.
I was jolted back to the present by shouts of ‘Show us! Show us!’ I calmed down the children who had come over with the twins. I took my time explaining light diffraction through the dewdrops to many ‘Oohs!’ and ‘Aahs!’ and added that light passing in this manner through water drops in the sky was what created rainbows. Afterwards, we did the usual ritual of allowing three children to explain what they had heard. It was so heart-warming to see the children take this seriously and respect each other by not interrupting. This process had done wonders for memory retention and for the confidence of the children taking this back to friends and family. The process allowed for rapid expansion of any new knowledge into the community and fuelled the thirst for further knowledge and exploration. I had always wondered why my father had said three was a good number for this kind of thing. I still was not sure why, but it definitely appeared to work.
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Chapter 6
Walking back to my favourite tree, with the children off on some new adventure, my thoughts again turned to the land my father had been so lovingly cultivating. At the time, I did not fully understand why he was doing it – I suppose it was simply because I was still caught up in the wiles of the system and its easy comforts. I had not yet started working, and despite hearing from others that it was mostly not fun, like everyone not yet working for a living, I believed I knew how to make it work for me. It was probably this naivety that kept trapping people in the system, not believing the price that would be paid to have the comfortable house, cars, clothes, etc. Only after you worked a few years and became caught in the debt trap, did you slowly start becoming aware of the insidiousness of the system, and then only if you had become self-aware or had access to someone who could point it out to you. Generally, then it was too late, and with having to take care of family, etc., most people just accepted that it was the system, and they continued to strive for that elusive comfortable retirement.
I remember my father saying that a comfortable retirement for oneself was the furthest thing from the minds of the ‘controllers.’ People on retirement consumed resources, with no production. There were two methods of reducing this burden, as they saw it. One was to literally have people work themselves to an early death to try to achieve this elusive goal. Manipulated financial situations – such as market crashes destroying forty years of wealth storage in pensions and other financial funds – price hikes in all things, taxes, and so on all worked against one achieving this elusive retirement goal. Only a very small minority would succeed in this as the system was heavily weighted against this possibility. The second method was illness. Feeding people poor quality food and water, forcing them to live in crowded spaces, engendering the idea of not taking care of one’s old parents, and making health care expensive, resulted in the weak dying early, of which the elderly were a part. ‘In any event,’ he would say, ‘what is the point of twenty years spent learning what others decide is important and when, and then working yourself hard to the point where you can retire and enjoy life once you are old and frail? It’s illogical.’
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