..... along the the way I met ...

It was science fiction, in those far off days of youth, to look ahead and not just wonder at how scientific achievements might change the world but also how society itself could be manipulated to achieve goals which had no benefit to mankind.

I was young, idealistic and naïve and didn’t appreciate that manipulation is incremental by its very nature and that, from beginning to end, this process takes many small steps, none of which – on its own – need be of obvious concern.

The road to hell – not necessarily  paved with good intentions – is also a slippery slope.

Older now and still with ideals and naivite.

It’s what you’re used to - familiar with - which sets the standard and, in those far off days, there was less conflict on the streets. Less obvious conflict but seeds sown for future conflicts, none of which were taught to me at school.

The maps of geography had detail showing the terrain. Contour maps and maps which show the borders of countries. Barely a straight line in sight across Europe, or in South America but Africa and the Middle East have long boundaries drawn with a straight edge.

Why did our teacher not see fit to remark that these straight line borders were deliberately determined by the world empire of the day for the purpose of dividing tribes and nations from their traditional lands thus keeping them fractured and of no great threat while pillage was carried out in the name of business dressed up as civilisation.

It’s what you get used to and our teacher perhaps thought that this was a good idea ... the way things should be.

A straight line on a map is artificial but if accepted as real then it might as well be real and will be accepted as such. That this may cause conflict and division with the tribes artificially separated will be of no concern to those who drew the lines.

Now I’m living through those once far off days and it concerns me how much is not mentioned.

We are living in a time of perpetual war where the seeds were sown long before straight lines appeared on maps.

I have a mental map which is true and accurate in which the oceans are poisoned by the spew of Fukushima, where toxic sludge fills the once pristine rivers of developing countries, where the savagery of man is glorified and where the skies rain chemtrails and the air crackles with electromagnetic waves.

It’s a toxic brew and needs to be voiced and vomited.

There are more tracking and surveillance devices in the pipeline and none of it bodes well for humanity.

In that science fiction of far off days, there was little mention of spiritual forces which counter the evil we see exposed. Not talking of mystical powers but of growing awareness on a personal level and a corresponding call to action.

What form that action takes is an individual matter - an aspect of the heart in motion perhaps.

It’s a good start. I can only go one step at a time. It’s a journey and while we may have a map of sorts, we don’t know what we’ll meet along the way.