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Once in a Blue Agave Moon: A New Home at the End of the World

Posted in Economic Redistribution, Liason, Novel, Once in a Blue Agave Moon, The Tyranny of Evil Men on January 8, 2017 by dreamlanddancing

 

Imagine if cyber-terrorists had just hit the “reset” button on everything you had ever known or could imagine. Money was now only a theoretical construct and all the infrastructure upon which you had depended so much that you took it for granted no longer existed.
No job.
No employers.
Paper money was suddenly worthless and whatever you thought you had in the bank had evaporated overnight…and gold?…if you can’t eat it, can’t fuck it, and it can’t keep you warm or shelter you…what’s it really worth? Its true value is a sham that has hypnotized Man since nearly  the beginning of time.
No electricity.
No safe drinking water.
No Police or Emergency Services.
Every neighborhood swarming with murderers, robbers, rapists, and cannibals who lacked either the imagination or knowledge for self-sufficiency.
Do you dig in your heels, and barricade yourself in the midst of it all like Omega Man? Or do you gather whatever is now of real value to you and bid adieu to everything else and set out to re-discover sanctuary and re-invent the pursuit of happiness?
For almost all of North America, a job which was your work, or rather your place of work; your place of business, was where you labored for most of your life in order to be paid money by an employer to whom you were dependent, who required you to do something essentially disconnected from your actual activities of daily living in order to be able to pay others to provide you with whatever was considered necessary to live your lives and support your families.
Your jobs often enabled you to create an identity that often determined how you thought, what you felt, and who you thought you were.
Is it any wonder that this disconnection between a job that consumed not only almost all of your energy and time, and the actual work of your life, but also your very image of who you thought you were could create the angst of the great existential void that has plagued Modern Man?
What do you really want? What is essential and non-negotiable? Do you possess the knowledge and can you find or make the materials and supplies to create it out of nothing in the middle of nowhere? Is it sustainable? How would you replenish it if necessary?
After food and clean water to drink, what comes next?
Do you prefer a shelter that is substantial, spacious and sturdy enough to withstand the harshest weather conditions in your newfound home, or is the portability concomitant with a nomadic life better suited to your needs?
Somewhere within that definition, the issue of safety would have to be addressed.
In a dysphoric, dystopian and hostile world, self-defense would be essential to self-determination.
Isolation and enough insular space would preclude unexpected intrusions, but the common interests of people of like mind with whom you would mutually entrust your life and safety would provide some degree of specialization and non-redundant support.
How much personal comfort do you require? Are you capable of maintaining it if you had to provide it for yourself?
What about HVAC and refrigeration? In Florida, heating needs would be minimal, but air conditioning, once considered a luxury would seem as important as heat would be in more Northern climates.
It is exhausting to be either too hot or too cold indoors or outside for any length of time.
Either way, some amount of electricity or fuel for heating and/or air conditioning would be required for this. Would you know how to generate it? Wind and solar power can be very viable and sustainable options, for electric production, especially in Florida, but a thorough knowledge of the technology and maintenance of the equipment (as well as possession of it) would be required.
As long as excessive transmission lines are minimized, DC power and storage batteries would be useful in providing lighting for instance, and solar heating of water would minimize the requirements for alternating current, as well as the need for as much fuel to power AC generating systems.
Man may have lived for thousands of years without refrigeration, but the quality of life has been greatly enhanced since its invention.
Fuel for heating, cooking and transportation, once taken for granted, becomes essential in a world entirely of your own creation. What would you use? How would you get it or produce it, and would it be sustainable?
Aside from potable drinking water, what about washing, laundry and bathing? If you would prefer it to be available, even hot when needed at the simple turn of a faucet, could you design and maintain a safe and hygienic system?
Cisterns and wells require filtration and disinfection. All possible methods and means of preventing contamination of ground water would be essential to good health and a high quality of life.
Along with running water comes the matter of disposal of wastewater (often referred to as “grey water” regarding laundry and bathing) as well as sewage, garbage, and trash. Remember…in your own world of your creation, nothing can be taken for granted.
Composting of garbage and sewage could provide not only fertilizer, but also the the material for the production of methane gas for those with the ambition and knowledge to turn their trash into treasure.
Serious consideration would have to be given to the control of insects, vermin, rodents and predatory animals. A symbiotic relationship with cats, dogs, and even certain varieties of snakes could help establish a mutualistic environment that embraces the cycle of life, rather than death by pesticides and poisons.
Even creatures as benign as ladybugs are far more useful than pesticides for controlling aphids for instance.
There are few electronic security systems more reliable than dogs.
As incredible as it may seem, some factories have been using geese to detect intruders and provide an alert set off by the racket they create.
Somewhere within your new community, hogs, chickens and ducks can provide not only meat and eggs but they also can be fed items normally discarded by humans, and their manure can be used not only as fertilizer, but also be used to produce methane gas.
“Waste not, want not”…n’est pas?.
Although food was an assumed given at the start of this discussion, what would you eat, and how would you get it?
Hunting and fishing would most likely be necessary to provide meat for protein, but the grains and vegetables that provide starches, sugars and carbohydrates require either gathering or cultivation.
Just as the cycle of life had been disrupted almost to the point of collapse on both land and sea due to mankind’s shortsighted and greedy agendas, so must it be maintained and respected once you become as completely self-sufficient as possible in an environment already struggling to survive.
Had The New World Order not become No World Order, it was doubtful that the planet could have survived another two more decades.
If the oceans do not survive, we die; if the honeybees and earthworms do not survive, we die.
It had been as if the shoplifters were minding the store.
The greed and reckless disregard that multi-national corporations have shown for the environment or the quality of life of the general population was about the same as the mining companies had shown for the people of West Virginia a century before.
Ironically, it is not too far-fetched to say that if it were not for the Doomsday Viruses, human life as we knew it would have been doomed.
The vegetables that were being farmed by Big Agriculture had little nutritive value, and the corn used to feed cattle and hogs a few months before slaughter produced an animal so unhealthy that it would not have been able to live another year.
The fact that we were eating them speaks a great deal to the issue of the generally low level of health and high propensity for obesity and heart disease in America along with the preponderance of high-fructose corn sweeteners, for instance.
The intrusions of plastic that had bio-degraded to near microscopic size forming a giant sea of death in the middle of the Pacific, killing and mutating the fish that swam into it was threatening to choke our oceans.
Dangerous levels of microwave communications pollution, prescription medications flushed into the water supply and insecticides killing the birds, bees and worms that are essential to the sustenance of all life were all on the verge of creating a perfect storm that combined with the effects of global warming might well have eliminated the population of most of the planet.
Anyone familiar with Malthusian Theory of populations already knows that again, perhaps all too ironically, the Doomsday Virus resulting in the infrastructure collapse of America and Europe (as well as any significant portions of Asia, Africa, and India that actually relied on infrastructure) also resulted in widespread decimation of the population in a world that was approaching critical mass due to overpopulation.
The world was long past the point where birth control, even if zero population growth was achieved, would have been enough,
Eventually, human over-population would have become self-limiting, but the Doomsday Virus helped give it a kick-start.
Between the pollution of the land, sea and air as well as the strip-mining of the oceans, it would only been a matter of time before the planet would have become uninhabitable, at least for a very long time in terms of human life.
But them again, when you stop to consider that Dinosaurs ruled the earth for over one hundred and seventy million years, the puny fifty-thousand years that Man has been fucking up the planet isn’t even a sparrow-fart in a hurricane in terms of geological time.
Life and Nature are amazingly resilient compared to the fragile, pampered, and spoiled version of Man that has been devolving for the last two hundred years.
Some form of life might survive, even if it was only cockroaches, Keith Richards, and methicillin resistant staph aureus.
If it took another hundred million years to evolve into some form of sentient bipedals, it may be too optimistic to think that Homo Sapiens, (the beta version) would be any less self-destructive.
And so it was that Elliott Monroe and the other members of the Fourteenth Colony who had originally used this area on the edge of the Everglades as a hunting and fishing retreat, along with other associates and friends of common mind and interests, who possessed the necessary knowledge, talents, and skills found themselves building a new world where the privileges of birth and wealth held absolutely no value whatsoever.
The diversity of backgrounds, education and culture was surprisingly wide, but their values and principles were remarkably similar.
This was to be in no danger of becoming a hippy commune; the difference between symbiotic mutualism of independent, self-reliant, rugged individualists and communism was as dissimilar as carnivores to cannibals.
If this new home on the edge of the world was to survive, they would have to agree and co-operate enough to provide mutual support and assistance for their common interests and needs.
If they were to truly flourish however, they would also have to maintain enough independence, self-reliance and tolerance to allow for each other’s differences.

 

Once in a Blue Agave Moon: Chapter Eight: Cyber Warfare and the Armageddon Virus

Posted in Dangerous and Unsavory ideas that are possibly harmful to the weak-mided and overly simplistic and religious, Economic Redistribution, Once in a Blue Agave Moon, The Tyranny of Evil Men on September 5, 2016 by dreamlanddancing

 

Stuxnet was not the first shot fired, but it was the most widely publicized and successful viral attack that had geopolitical implications of its day.
It also set the stage for what was to follow.
Stuxnet was a malicious computer worm that was allegedly generated in the early days of the new millennium by the joint efforts of the United States and Israel designed to disrupt and sabotage the weapons-grade Uranium enrichment facilities in Iran, especially the Natanz nuclear facility and the Bushehr nuclear power plant.
What was most especially interesting was that it was the first of its kind to specifically target programmable logic controllers, (PLC’s) which control electromechanical processes such as those related to automation and control of machinery and assembly lines.
It was designed to target Microsoft Windows operating systems that utilized Siemens Step7 software. It was not domain-specific and could be used as a platform for attacking both SACADA (Supervisory Control and Data Acquisition) and PLC systems.
Stuxnet was composed of three modules: a worm that executed all routines related to the main payload of the attack; a link file that automatically executed the propagated copies of the worm; and a rootkit component responsible for hiding all malicious files and processes, preventing detection of the presence of Stuxnet.
Once described as “…having attorney’s fingerprints all over it…” , to create the impression of not violating any International Laws as much as possible, it had an alleged end date, and only effected a very small percentage of systems or networks outside of Iran; specifically the gas centrifuges of the Natanz and Bushehr facilities, causing them to either over-run or slow down so as to self-destruct from a variety of possible factors, while sending false (normal) monitoring information to the users.
Because Iran’s targeted PLC’s were not connected to the internet, the virus had to be introduced via an infected USB drive by a mole within Iran’s development facilities. Once installed, it began to propagate within all other computers within the network, scanning for Siemens Step7 on computers that controlled a PLC. If it found nothing it remained dormant and undetected within the computer, at least until such time as the opportunity presented itself.
It exploited four zero-day vulnerabilities and utilized almost half a gigabyte of data, which was previously unprecedented in any other malware virus, and effectively upped the ante as far as both defensive or offensive future strategies for cyber warfare.
Long before the September 11th attacks on the United States, there had been numerous malware developed that attempted to utilize the internet that were financially motivated and did not involve multi-national cooperation to execute.
Stuxnet was a game-changer that dictated the future paradigms of international espionage that also included data-mining of their targets.
In effect, we taught our enemies how to bring down the house of cards that had sheltered our pampered way of life.
Most Americans of that time were complacent and took their privilege and power within the world economy and military for granted, assuming the dream would never end.
Historically, partly due to the vast separation from the continents of Europe and Asia especially, American politics and foreign policy were isolationist until our alliances within Europe prior to World War One contributed to our involvement there…on on their continent. World War Two followed the same paradigm: “Not in my back yard.”
As we became the self-proclaimed World Police, we tasked ourselves as the champions of Freedom, Democracy, and Capitalism and protectors of the weak and downtrodden…especially if there was a buck to be made in the process and it did not take place on our soil.
We created the impression that it motivated our actions in Korea, Viet Nam, and the Mideast.
Unlike the United Kingdom, which used its Army and Navy under government sanction to first conquer, then colonize the rest of the world as they saw fit, America simply encouraged its industries to outsource themselves in foreign lands, frequently wreaking social, economic, and political havoc wherever we went.
Essentially different guises and similar methods to achieve the same results….
Depending upon the era, the French, Spanish, Portuguese and Dutch did their share of Imperialist expansion as well. (The Dutch, who now self-righteously consider themselves to be the model of egalitarian neutrality seemed to suffer from conveniently short memories about their participation in the Slave Trade, once regarding themselves as too good to keep slaves, but not above buying and selling them.)
The seeds of hatred and lust for revenge had been sown in the Mid-East a thousand years before. Any nation associated with the sign of the cross stood to reap the whirlwind of the Karma of the Crusades, especially England, France and the United States, who chose to either colonize the area for themselves, or as proxy for Israel.
Whether it was in China, Japan, Central and South America, the Mideast or Africa, the deeper the boot of our collective military forces were planted in foreign soil, the more the land bled and filled those footsteps with hatred for those whom we had victimized.
It was all just a matter of time.
Compared to Geological Time, the Time of Man is like a bug hitting the windshield of our Cosmos, but given enough time, as in quantum theory, anything that can happen eventually will happen.
In less than one hundred years, America went from an Agrarian, to an Industrial, to a Service-based economy as our opulence and complacency bred envy world-wide.
We were raised to believe that our ever-lasting Ice Cream Cone of eternal happiness and prosperity would never melt.
Meanwhile, our enemies were launching as many as thirty thousand viral cyber attacks every month against the United States, its allies and the World Banking System, as well as any and all computer-controlled infrastructure.
As far as Communist Asia, Islam, and Eastern Europe were concerned “The enemy of my enemy” became not “my friend” as much as a co-conspirator against their common enemy.
Our united enemies were infinitely patient in developing what became known as the Armageddon Virus, which was so complex and far-reaching as to make Stuxnet look like Atari’s Pong compared to Battlefield Four.
Patient enough to take decades to surreptitiously tunnel beneath the Federal Gold Reserve at Fort Knox as well as the other facilities that represented the Federal Reserve Banking System in order to explode thermonuclear devices that would not only render them worthless, but also made the public fearful of any gold or silver in any form as being potentially radioactive.
Patient enough to even develop programs to decode our most secure encryption codes used by the military and intelligence communities, thereby ensuring that not a single missile was launched against the perpetrators, the identities of whom were indistinct and geographically obscure.
But due to the inherently treacherous, suspicious, deceitful, and generally bellicose nature of our enemies, it wasn’t long before they reduced each other’s countries to smoking ruins and glass.
Every culture or semblance of civilization that was left did not possess either the means or sophistication to wage any warfare, except on a very local basis.
It seems ironic now that it took what almost amounted to The End of Days to bring what could have been World Peace were it not for the fact that the violence, riots, looting, and even cannibalism that ensued were local in nature even if they existed world-wide.
It seemed that mankind’s inherent propensity for fear, xenophobia, greed, and violence against each other did not need either a flag or a religion to bring out the worst as well as the best in itself.
Our highly specialized dependence on technology had led us back to the stone age for those who did not possess the knowledge and nature to become self-sufficient, and the good sense to eschew anyone who didn’t.

 

“That government is best which governs least, because its people discipline themselves.”
Thoreau

Once in a Blue Agave Moon: Chapter Seven: Dystopia

Posted in longreads, Much Too Good For Children, Novel, Once in a Blue Agave Moon, The Tyranny of Evil Men on September 2, 2016 by dreamlanddancing

 

“The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it.”
“All machines have their friction; and possibly this does enough good to counterbalance the evil…But when the friction comes to have its machine, and oppression and robbery are organized, I say, let us not have such a machine any longer.”
Thoreau

We all knew the system was broken; that eventually it would collapse by way of its own corruption.
Man’s first misstep was when he traded his instincts for Reason, and became blind to what is obvious to any animal by believing that facts are the sole determinant of what is real, true, or beautiful.
Because we had sublimated and substituted virtually every aspect of real happiness and peace with possessions and conformity, we eventually sensed that there was something wrong…that something was missing, but we didn’t know what it was because few of us had the slightest clue what it was, despite the plethora of clergy, elected officials, police, and various other gurus who would purport to tell us what it was we need.
Our society was supported by an interlocking series of lies that first justified their own existence, and then so obfuscated the truth as to eclipse it, and discourage anyone from looking elsewhere for it.
The idea of questioning those lies and false values was considered esoteric and pointless. Most citizen-consumers were fearful of the consequences of independent thinking, and far too over-stimulated by passive entertainment to even consider solitary contemplation.
A man or woman can study any subject, and if when tested gives the answers deemed as correct by his mentors who are just as blind, he or she is considered educated, which means he or she is just as blind, misguided and just plain wrong as those who would judge them.
To be enlightened, if one chooses to do it by way didactic information, one must first learn it, examine it scrupulously, see the flaws and folly of it, and then decide for themselves what is true and what is truly valuable.
Even this is still only a first step.
Even our entertainment showed the effects. Even our entertainment reflected a cynical view of our government as being so corrupt and sinister as to defraud and mislead its citizens on a daily basis for the benefit of a privileged oligopoly or under the cloak of “national security”; that it was casually accepted and tacitly condoned, and considered entertaining rather than alarming.
The reason for the failure to act upon these injustices lay in the fact that virtually everyone was bribed by the hypnosis of consumerism, in one way or another.
The most popular theme in movies and games of that era involved some form of an apocalyptic collapse of our society.
By way of the hypnosis of television and other mass media, passive entertainment lulled them into tranquility, and promised salvation by purchasing some product to fill the empty space we dreaded to acknowledge.
In order to live genuinely and without deceit, one would have to separate themselves from the source of the deception.
The rash of Alaskan frontier television shows presented as Reality TV was the beginning of the faintest glimmer of recognition by the public that fulfillment was not likely to be found in the lap of civilization despite the Sirens of the Big Lie of proclaiming “Truth, Beauty, and Enlightenment are all well and good, but if you can just get enough power, money and influence, you can buy anything you want…”
The public was routinely bamboozled into voting for either rich and notoriously corrupt leaders or else anyone who claimed to be the champion of the downtrodden and protector of the weak; those who would vote for them a second time, even after betraying their broken promises during their fist term.
As the ranks of the mislead, misguided and ill-connected and marginally educated or literate seemed to grow exponentially they became more and more dependent upon a system that was in fact feeding on them in exchange for the most meager of existences, which worked for only so long as they all spent more than they made and willingly competed to buy ill-designed, poorly manufactured goods that they really didn’t need.
But as most of their lives amounted to equally meaningless existences, none of them knew how to do anything else, especially the work of their lives, preferring to trade their lives for money to do a job for someone else.
As an increasingly more incompetent public school system failed to provide useful learning tools and larger portions of the population grew into dysfunctional adults spawning even more useless, increasingly co-dependent citizen-consumers while the privileged classes enjoyed private schools and paid less and less taxes back to the system they were manipulating for their sole gain, it soon became clear that the system was not capable of supporting itself.
If the rich didn’t pay taxes and the poor couldn’t, the middle class was forced to carry the burden until it became clear that the national debt was becoming unmanageable.
The legislators allowed themselves to be manipulated so as to remove most of the banking and mortgage regulations that were designed to prevent the over-extension of credit that contributed to the first near-collapse of the economy.
Initially the real-estate bubble burst and then the entire market tanked and the government bailed out the banks despite the fact that it would have been cheaper to buy the houses from the banks and let the owners buy them back, rather than face foreclosure.
All those empty homes could have made it a renter’s market, but the banks chose to sit on many of them empty until they were nearly worthless due to dangerous mildew and mold damage.
And we let them do it. It was our money that the government spent to prop up the banks rather than prosecute the lenders and legislators and attorneys who were responsible for allowing the greedy regulations that created the crash.
The middle class was shouldering the bulk of these outrages, and as their ranks were culled, a second even more disastrous collapse was inevitable.
Small wonder that video and computer games devoted to the theme of a zombie apocalypse became America’s favorite genre.
Those games were a substitute for doing it yourself. Virtual visceral fantasy.
It, like pornography, allowed some individuals to escape their otherwise dystopian existence. Harmless distraction to keep you so overstimulated that you don’t start asking questions and stirring up trouble.
Once the world Banking System collapsed due to cyber-terrorism and the nearly simultaneous attacks on Fort Knox, The Chase Manhattan Bank, and the remaining members of the Federal Reserve system turning them into nuclear hazard sites, all world wealth was in the hands of those who had launched the attacks, and public confidence in our monetary system evaporated.
The Arab coalition although united in their religion, as well as their hatred for America and their allegiances were as weak as they had been since the days of Lawrence of Arabia; each tribal king expected to be autonomous and mistrusted the other tribes. That, plus their bellicose propensity for violence and long-standing feuds was as volatile as the petroleum that had made them rich.
It wasn’t long before their own nuclear weapons had turned most of the Mid-East into radioactive glass. America did not have the capacity to launch an attack until after they had turned upon each other.Similarly, as near as can be told, the Chinese, the Koreans, Pakistani, and of course Russians turned on each other and brought the world back to the stone age. Radical Islam eventually achieved their goal of anti-art anti-intellectual, anti-democratic, anti-media, religious fanaticism. The exact details are sketchy, even now, due to the initial chaos created by the Armageddon Virus that had caused the collapse of virtually the entire internet and all of its operating systems.
Fortunately, by this point all world order and infrastructure were disabled, which put at least a temporary hiatus on global warfare.
The resulting riots, robbery, and in some cases cannibalism worldwide that took all of any country’s national net worth, tended to limit warfare to only their next door neighbors, but not much farther.
Ironically, unlimited worldwide warfare had led to more peaceful times than has been recorded in all history.
Of course, it would be temporary. It would only be a matter of time before somebody figured out how to restore some semblance of wealth, power and privilege to an even smaller select few, but the chaos created in the meantime was estimated to have reduced the world population by more than sixty percent, thereby reducing the technological, logistical and nutritional demands of the world to a bare minimum.
Other than the remaining ruling class, those who survived were grateful for even the barest and most meager existences. Now virtually everyone left would be willing to “work for food” and the middle class virtually disappeared, at least for those still addicted to what remained of civilization as they had known it.
The fact was that small but significant portions of America had begun to establish colonies in the most remote locations that were bound together by their mutual strengths, their knowledge, and their talents as well as their worth within their tribe.

This is where the story of Elliot, and the other members of the Fourteenth Colony begins.

 

 

Once in a Blue Agave Moon: The Introduction

Posted in Civil Liberties, Dangerous and Unsavory ideas that are possibly harmful to the weak-mided and overly simplistic and religious, Much Too Good For Children, Once in a Blue Agave Moon, The Tyranny of Evil Men on May 23, 2016 by dreamlanddancing

(Please think of this as a prelude to present the mindset of the central character, Elliott Monroe, although depending upon how one interprets these concepts, that which separates sedition from the ability to recognize the inevitable or what could easily follow are as thin as your likelihood of exercising those rights (as determined by a jury of your peers), without the threat of arrest, prosecution and imprisonment for attempting to do so.)

Even just as research. Although our government is not allowed to track url’s of its citizens in domestic internet traffic, because a tweet to your neighbor across the street from you may go by way of a server outside our territorial limits, PRISM will allow them the legal right to monitor it.

Whenever we fail to be able to separate the artist from his(her) art, the artist will inevitably suffer, as well as the art.

Introduction
Taxation is much more than just a revenue-generating income source for government. It can be used to stimulate the economy, or stifle run-away inflation for instance, but perhaps most importantly, it establishes a precedence which predisposes the general public to accepting an unnatural and intrusive level of control of many activities of daily life, especially of those who are predisposed to exercise their rights of self-determination…

…that do not need or want a parental, intrusive and condescending government determined to undermine even the very concept of possessing a Right to Privacy (remember Supreme Court  Nominee Robert  Bork?)
The Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms is a near-perfect example. In one strategically well-placed blow, three of the most elemental and seductive preoccupations of many Americans is placed under the control and scrutiny of one single government agency.
(I just went to the ATF website and discovered that they had expanded their turf, and were now the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives….)
Everybody wants to get on the Anti-Terrorism bandwagon. It is a great platform for  obtaining power and money.

And it was only natural for ATF to assume control of this venue, and very smart in terms of being eligible for more revenues, powers, jurisdiction, and funding, and in fact they are most likely to be the best source of knowledge and experience in all of those fields.

You can’t blame anyone for trying; after all, the only thing that is required for evil to prevail is for (anyone) of good conscience to stand aside and do nothing.

And as in any government agency, its all about turf, funding, and as broad and expansive a range of legislated powers as you can get away with convincing the public you need to protect them…even from themselves.
Why? Taxation is the obvious answer, but in reality, it strikes at the core of a concept that needs to be challenged, namely that what people do in the privacy of their own homes without causing harm to others is NOT somehow the government’s business.
If the lead taken by the state of California, as well as several other states continues, then Marijuana will face a fate similar to courtship in terms of the government’s control of it.

After an appropriately long (or short) period of time, once the expressions of intension are pronounced, it is only a matter of time before somebody gets fucked, which means the DEA will undoubtedly take control of yet another tax windfall and even more unreasonable control of the population. And once they do legalize it, you can be sure that they will insist on controlling it.
Law-abiding citizens are allowed to produce a limited amount of wine or beer each year in the privacy of their own homes, as long as they do not sell it to anyone else, but legally, not even one drop of distilled ethanol can be produced, even to make tinctures for health, beauty or culinary purposes for one’s own private use.

Not for sale, or barter.

Now, if one wants to produce ethanol for the purpose of fuel for their own transportation, one can get a license to do so. Several states also provide for licensing of “small-batch” operations for personal consumption, but they invite self-incrimination and subsequent federal prosecution if they do.
The problem here is the same as that faced by any of us who were so naïve as to believe that if we wanted to go through the necessary bureaucratic paperwork and intrusions, that we could be legally licensed to either sell or purchase firearms, up to and including full-automatic weapons.
Those who did apply quickly learned that the government by way of the ATF(&E?), has the right to without warning or warrant invade the homes and places of business of the license-holder for the purpose of inspection and search of said facilities to check the security and storage of said items and ammunition.
In the case of discovery of any other types of contraband, the principle of the Fruit of the Poison Tree does not apply, thereby granting governmental agencies Carte Blanche circumvention of the Bill of Rights concerning “unreasonable search and seizure” and “habeas corpus”.
Applications for legal licensing of ethanol production invite similar harassment from the Feds, involving incredible scrutiny and audit. For those interested in “craft distillery,” this starts to take all the fun out of it.
If you are not selling it either wholesale or retail, why the taxation, even if only of our spirits and patience?
There are currently over two hundred branches of the government afforded the powers of arrest as well as the ability to carry and use lethal force.

Too many are just tax collectors with guns.
The various state and federal Departments of Wildlife, Fish and Wildlife, Forestry Services, Fish and Game,  have similar powers, under very specific instances, as does the Department of Children and Family Services, except for the fact that the DCF simply uses law enforcement officers to accomplish their circumvention of the Bill of Rights, who are directed to act under their orders.
We are as free a society as the government allows us to be.
With the general relaxation of prosecution for possession of small amounts of marijuana for personal consumption in many states and certain municipalities, one is more likely to be subject to cruel and unusual punishment for any quantity of unlicensed, untaxed alcohol, and if said individual is unfortunate enough to be linked to its production, you might as well be a smack dealer.

Up to $250,000, and/or up to five years imprisonment.
This is more than a trifle ironic, since alcohol is a legal drug, while marijuana is usually not…at least not yet, and not in Florida…yet. At whatever point when and how it is legalized, it will undoubtedly become a federal as well as state tax issue, subject to the control and scrutiny of the government.

It now takes an act of Congress to allow its citizens to exercise their rights.

I will say it again…We are as free a people as the Government allows us to be.

And once we are “given” a right, it will be regulated and taxed by the government. If you want to put our rights up to question, just refer to them as a privilege.

Sometimes I think that the government is trying to take over the country.

Perhaps you can see where this is headed….

Namasté
नमस्ते
Chazz Vincent

05/23/2016

 

 

 

THFWS & TTM’s: The Final Chapter?…You be the Judge….

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The Final Chapter?…You be the Judge….

(Show extreme close-up of the eye of Raul, the Talking Cuban Tree-Frog. As the camera zooms out he begins his narration for Intergalactic Geographic while clinging to a branch outside the Sanctuary.)

“Despite the end of the siege, the courtroom drama, and the assassination of Frederick, life in the Home for Wayward Souls continues at the same breath-taking pace that has become de rigueur for longer than anybody can seem to remember. And it seems as if they wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Everyone is so closely connected to everyone else within the community that without introducing any of their own drama, there is more than ample mutual stimulation, validation and support which enables its members to exist within a sort of well (or treasury) of souls, springing from the ‘world soul’…the guf…so that each of its members remains self-sustaining, vibrantly alive and purposeful.”

“Because the Chimps and the Bonobos no longer needed to be separated, the interactions between the two tribes were beginning to take on a decidedly personal aspect as numerous romantic relationships were blossoming within the compound.”

“The influences of both Frederick and The Knowledge had been considerable, and there was no real competition for either food or territory. They had become united by way of a common enemy, and learned co-operation by virtue of common cause”

“And just as surely as the smaller female Bonobos found the masculine allure of the larger and more dominant male Chimps quite irresistible, as the saying goes “For every pot, there’s a lid” and there are plenty of females everywhere in this world, as well as several others with an appetite for domination of submissive males, accounting for numerous female Chimps courting the smaller male Bonobos.”

“Of course, there was no guarantee that any of the Chimp/Bonobo matings would result in the genetic mutations that Frederick experienced, including the doubling of the SRGAP2 gene induced by The Knowledge, or Frederick’s genetic DNA resemblance to Millennium Man (Orrorin tugenensis) and Homo habilis, or the eventual resolution of the disparity between the 24 genes of Chimps and Bonobos and the 23 genes of Man.”

“Although the separate 2a and 2b genes of the Pan primates eventually consolidated into the single Human gene 2 configuration (thereby accounting for the apparent “extra” gene of the Pan primates), there was no guarantee that any of the hybrids that were later to be born would be compatible with future Human additions to their gene pool, should they even occur. Indeed, Frederick may have been a genetic anomaly. Similar future mutations might not occur again for an indeterminate length of time.”

“And Evolutionary Time is very unpredictable. A Quantum Leap can occur in one generation, but it may not be self-replicating, and it might take hundreds, even thousands of generations for that leap to take place, and incremental evolution as a result of natural selection and environmental demands is notoriously slow.”

“But of course, the twins might well represent the future “Mitochondrial Adam and Eve” of a new race of sentient, self-aware, and increasingly intelligent Hominid primates capable of mating with either Humans or Chimps and Bonobos, possibly resulting in future pairings between “proto-humans” and “proto-chimps” much as early Man did.”

“Since it would be ill-advised to mate siblings, there would be a necessity that some new genes be introduced. Even if the twins only mated with Chimps and Bonobos, their gene pool will never be the same again.”

“But given the extraordinary beauty of both of them, there was a very good possibility that future human donations would also result, possibly from other members of the inner circle, or even artificial insemination. If so, the next Great Leap Forward would be inevitable.”

“Merle currently possessed enough of the Fruit of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil to support a congregation of one hundred thousand for over five hundred years on a very regular basis (…just in case…”), although its existence would remain a closely guarded secret, at least for the time being.”

“Although he had voluntarily resigned from his research consultant’s job with Merrick when he first began his participation in the trial to avoid the immanent dismissal that Mark, Darcy and Charles had experienced allegedly “due to business needs”, if need be, he could work for any other manufacturer he chose, or manufacture it clandestinely on the premises”

“There was no longer any financial necessity that any of them take employment with anyone else. They were not just rich…they had become wealthy…or rather, their non-profit incorporation had amassed so much money that their accountants and attorneys were on full-time retainer just to find ways to spend the money on their chartered pursuits of higher consciousness and polyamory.”

“It was they in fact who were now providing employment to selected individuals who were recruited by invitation only, thereby helping to insure that they remained connected to people of like mind and spirit.” 

“And there was no shortage of work for their selected causes to give everyone an outlet and a connection.” 

“To this end, they were also beginning a screening process to determine the suitability of selected candidates to receive ‘enlightenment’, although they were just as hesitant to obtain their informed consent to take The Fruit of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil as they were to administer it without their knowledge.”

“Because of the legal implications, secrecy was an absolute must. They fully anticipated to be infiltrated by the FBI, DEA. or even the CIA and NSA. Although Stan would be immensely valuable in helping spot infiltrators and CI’s, even the remote possibility of a disgruntled parishioner reporting the mere existence of The Knowledge would be disastrous.”

“Indiscriminate administration of the Fruit of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil might not result in the spiritual evolution of all of Mankind, given Man’s inestimable capacity to pervert and subvert even the noblest, loftiest and most benign of ideals or goals.”

“The fact that the DOD spent millions of dollars trying to turn the Frisbee into a weapon would be a good example. Also, ‘Knowledge is power’ and power corrupts….”

“Also it is doubtful that any of the present standing governments of the world would desire a self-realized, self-actualized and enlightened population that would be able to see beyond the devious ploys so commonly used to manipulate the general public, except for perhaps the Dutch and some provinces of Canada.”

“They all realized that they stood on the brink of a new existence, and that the likelihood of oppression from an almost endless list of potential enemies would be great unless tremendous discretion was exercised by all parties, even with Stanley Linderman protecting their best interests and continued safety.”

“Merrick Pharmaceuticals, the parent company of PharmaCorp eventually announced that they would no longer be using Chimps or Bonobos for medical research. After extensive isolation and testing for disease or genetic damage, they were retired and donated to The Home for Wayward Souls.”

“Shortly after that, public outrage over the excesses of PharmaCorp’s business practices acting as program administrators for the vast majority of insurers resulted in sweeping legislative reforms designed to prevent them from extorting and victimizing the public by denying claims, unfair regulation and monopolization of trade, providing sub-standard foreign-produced generic versions of medications of questionable therapeutic value, and collusion between PharmaCorp, the Pharmaceutical manufacturers and insurance companies.”

“Huge fines and lawsuits for damages as well as jail time for numerous executives resulted. Simultaneous actions taken by federal, as well as state’s Attorneys General triggered a bloodbath not seen since Mark Anthony first stuck it to Julius Caesar, and once it started, it seemed that the line would never end.”

“Much like the prosecution of organized crime, once one of them rolled over and turned state’s evidence against the company, the domino effect ensured that there would be no place to hide, and even the most top-ranking executives would not be able to pay off their accusers.”

“THFWS as part of their chartered missions began to initiate recognition of Repetitive Thought Injury by the medical and scientific communities, as well as other inhumane practices in the workplace in general and telemarketers in particular.”

“The logic was that if they could get it recognized as an injury, then if insurance companies had to start paying claims, they would pressure the employers to provide working conditions not to be considered as primary causative agents.” 

“Not surprisingly, the effect on the economy was a significant decrease in health-care costs nationwide as major medical insurance administrators followed the lead forcibly set in place for the pharmaceutical industry.”

“Since the huge windfall profits of the administrative companies went largely to executives and stockholders who did little to stimulate the economy except by conspicuous consumption, (which never does much of anything to benefit the general population) they had more disposable income to spend on items that resulted in more jobs in other industries, as well as the perception of an improved quality of life.”

“And since the wages paid by PharmaCorp represented just about the minimum wage that any reasonably literate professional would accept, and as there was no need for massive lay-offs because once the company was forced to operate on an ethical basis, the enrollments dramatically increased along with the public trust, even more agents were needed to act as patient care advocates in customer services.”

“Mark and Darcy took on the daunting task of educating all the primates within the congregation. Since they were all computer-literate on a limited basis, it would also give them ample opportunities to conduct behavioral research on their learning, perception and behavior as well as the developmental advances of Adam and Eve (the unanimous choice for the names of the twins).”

“Because of the necessity of supporting the burgeoning telephone call center related to the television, video and internet interests of THFWS and Kali’s website as well as the recordings of the ArcAngels there were plenty of opportunities at better salaries with better working conditions for ex-pat employees of PharmaCorp’s marketing division, which was eventually closed down in South Florida.”

“Even more surprisingly, a few of the Bonobos agreed to work as telephone operators at the Sanctuary on an entirely voluntary basis for behavioral research but it was understood and agreed that there would be ABSOLUTELY NO TELEMARKETING PRACTICES ALLOWED.”

“So many questions are yet to be answered, and so many situations unresolved, that there can be little doubt that this is far from the end of this saga, but for now, we close this chapter until news of further developments present themselves.”

“Until then, this is Raul, your reporter for Intergalactic Geographic. So long until we meet again.”

THFWS & TTM: Before the Phoenix Rises Again…

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Before the Phoenix Rises Again…

Stan noticed the man’s eyes before he even recognized that they belonged to Sebastian G. Lodge. What caught his attention was the absolute malevolence that betrayed his intentions long before Stan even saw the gun.

If you are trying to provide personal protective services in a large crowd, it is easy to get lost in a sea of details of the entire crowd. It is much quicker to scan the crowd for the eyes that will tell you their motive from across a room…or a plaza.

If the eyes don’t look right, suspect a motive, then look around for the details that indicate the owner has a plan and the means to constitute a clear and present danger or a threat.

It is easy to spot murderous rage or malice, but Stan also knew how to spot the cold, calculating eyes of a professional sizing up all the other details surrounding your protected charge. Although they too are conspicuous to just the right eyes, Lodge’s eyes literally telegraphed his emotions.

Stan was already reacting instinctively in a very long series of reflex arcs that had been initiated by plan, by practice, and by execution more than enough times to ensure that they occurred without conscious thought or mental action…the Tao of the Gun.

Before he recognized Lodge he had already thrown his body into the path of his adversary…Instinctively, and without hesitation as he drew his weapon a very few milliseconds before Lodge produced his.

He did not have to wait to act…anticipation is the first step in establishing and maintaining control before it can ever be lost.

Lodge’s eyes were like two hard-boiled eggs floating in a bowl of beets…his face was contorted with twisted rage and unfocused pain. He looked like he had been drinking and crying all night, and snot dripped from his nose into his gaping, drooling mouth while he seemed to gasp for air as he began firing at the center of the group.

Four rounds struck Stan as he leaped, still hanging in mid-air; three in his chest, striking his body-armour, as one grazed the outside margin of his right thigh, throwing a small puff of blood, skin and material from his pants into the air as it ripped through everything that stood before it.

It seemed like the whole event was in extreme slow-motion as Stan heard the report of the shots, the whiz of the bullets, the thump they produced on his chest, the sight of Lodge’s semi-automatic pistol recoiling and Ka-Chunking another round into the chamber as empty brass flew into the air, raining down on the courthouse steps with the tinkling ring of death reverberating and splashing around them, although most people only heard the shots themselves.

Stan watched as he saw Lodge’s chest explode before the sight profile of his pistol as he triple-tapped the cardiac silhouette. He did not execute the customary head shot because it was too close quarters to shoot anything but center of mass for fear of striking a non-combatant. He did not have to think about it. That was just the way it was…Instinct…Reflex arc…before thinking.

In crisis, you revert to your most basic level of training.

A head shot through the tip of the nose as far down as the bottoms of the lower row of teeth, or through the ears or just below the base of the occipital region above the spine would have produced a flaccid paralysis kill rendering Lodge unable to even pull the trigger of his weapon.

Stanley knew how to do it…like in Genesis, where “Zofran Knew Sarah, or Rachel, or Hanna…(or better still, all three) and it was Good….” Biblical knowledge involves the most intimate of familiarity…not just how to….but in fact to do, as well as when not to…when there is zero margin for collateral damage.

That’s the disadvantage one faces when they are forced to be fighting on the side of Good…Lodge was not so constrained….did not have to worry about the outcome of his actions, like stray bullets for instance.

Just the same, Stan did the best anyone could have hoped to do in the situation. Stan was the very best of those who did what he did…He was almost perfect….

Lodge was dead before he hit the ground. You could have told so by the sound if you knew what to listen for…like hearing a sack of meat hit the sidewalk from six feet up. Half splat, half thud and no rebound whatsoever.

It wasn’t until he heard Darcy’s scream that he knew for sure that almost wasn’t quite good enough…as he realized that Lodge had fired five times…or how that one fifth round, fired as Lodge was dying, already headed for the ground had ricocheted  off a stone step and struck Frederick in the chest.

As the news cameras captured it, Frederick signed “Carry me in your heart” to Darcy, who was holding his head and shoulders on her legs and next to her swollen belly.

Then all of the members of the group heard Frederick’s best, most sonorous voice in their minds as he told them “It’s still a good day to be me…I have done, and seen and thought things no mere Ape could imagine…I love you all… please protect our children…they are the sons and daughters of Man, the same way Man was the Son of God…their fate lies in your hands and hearts…Remember me to them…and remember to talk to them in our special way.”

He also simultaneously visually signed the thoughts he sent to the members of the group for the benefit of all those who would witness it…either now or later…courtesy of those who would capture that moment forever on cameras…his last living communications with the world.

Thoughts and words that would be subject to much debate as to their meaning for a long time….

As Ash and Merle rushed the other members of the group into the limousine, Stan cradled the body of Frederick in his arms and carried him to the shelter of the vehicle as Frederick took his last breaths.

When Rescue showed up, they pronounced Lodge dead, and tried to bandage Stan’s wound, which Anastasia had temporarily dressed with Stan’s (unused) handkerchief and his tie, but the paramedics apologized that they could not risk “contamination” of their equipment by Frederick’s blood or bodily fluids.

The police were everywhere and nowhere at the same time, taking statements, setting up a perimeter and marking it with “Police Line. Do Not Cross” tape, photographing everything in and out of sight, marking angles of trajectory, cataloging and bagging spent shell casings, drawing two chalk lines, and documenting and sampling every drop of blood that anyone could find, yet somehow seeming to take forever, while fighting and posturing over rank, jurisdiction, procedures, protocols, and press releases, as well as the relative length of every other cop’s penis within a five-mile radius.

Eventually, everyone got back home to the Sanctuary. The police were remarkably blasé about releasing Frederick’s body to them almost immediately.

The group was grateful for that, but it hurt to hear the officer in charge declare “…it would be different if he were a human….”.

A trauma surgeon was summoned to the Sanctuary to attend to Stan’s wound.

Had he been a police officer, he would have been on administrative suspension with pay pending an investigation, but he was not so constrained.

There was no DA willing to charge him until proven otherwise, like a regular citizen could anticipate, but he was no hero either. He had been assigned to protect Frederick who was now dead, and although he undoubtedly saved the lives of the others, there are no consolation prizes for heroism.

Management had no further interests in the case. Frederick was dead and he, as well as the other Primates were now the property of The Home for Wayward Souls as far as they were concerned.

Lodge would have represented the last loose end in the whole equation, had he not conveniently self-destructed the way he did. Management immediately began to begin the process of demonizing Lodge to the public to give them sufficient distancing from his actions.

Management had also suspected that Stan was “compromised” for some time now, but in the scheme of things, his continued discretion was considered guaranteed in a way that would serve their purposes.

The continued safety of the members of The Home for Wayward Souls was in Management’s best interests…at least for an appropriate length of time for the public to forget them and turn their attention back to the regularly scheduled programming of current events designed to promote the economy and the public’s best interest of neurotic consumption.

An additional midwife was waiting for them, but Anastasia took charge of her emotions and focused on Darcy’s care in much less time than anyone…even Anastasia…would have thought possible.

If you are a nurse, that is how you cope. You focus on the lives that need to be saved…and the lives of the yet unborn…postpone the grieving for the dead…its called Triage…you learn about it in school, but when you are forced to do it in real life, you (later) realize how it protected you, no matter how hard it is later to reconcile your grief, for that moment you are protected by the actions you take.

Make no mistake…every time you let one of your patients into your personal space, if you let yourself be touched by their humanity… what you don’t know at the time is that whether you save their life, or not…if you protect and sustain them until they can be turned over to a higher level of care, you will carry those emotions felt and witnessed by you within you forever…or until they get replaced…pushed out…by something worse, or better…as the well begins to overflow….

Darcy was not in labor yet, the fetuses were not in distress…at least not now…but she knew, and Darcy sensed, that to not prepare for the inevitable would be to invite disaster.

Ash called a friend of his who was a Neonatologist at Miami Children’s Hospital. They had been undergraduates at Gainesville together and he played the baritone sax exquisitely. He was to be there…“just in case….”.

They were as ready as they could be, given the circumstances.

And then, when they least expected it, the grief…the realization…the internalization of it all struck them almost simultaneously.

Ash was trying in vain to find a Mortician to prepare the body, when someone suggested a cremation, which was then envisioned as a funeral pyre about the time that Darcy began to weep, then sob uncontrollably.

The grief swept over them like a giant wave as they began to hold, hug, and kiss each other as they surrounded Darcy. In moments like that, grief so shared boils quickly to the surface much more strongly than most people could possibly experience alone, and yet in so sharing they become galvanized by it.

The chimps and bonobos had been in the public area outside the Sanctuary and were celebrating and dancing as the verdict was announced. They also witnessed the news footage of Frederick’s assassination shortly afterward.

Malkira and Lilith were at the rectory awaiting the arrival of the limousine, and been shown their son’s body and allowed to sit with him to grieve. The other chimps and bonobos stood vigil outside.

When she calmed herself a bit, Darcy asked Merle to please administer her a proper dosage of The Fruit of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil.

Merle agreed that the ability of any of the known effects of the drug to affect any harm to the neonates or to her was extremely unlikely, but he nonetheless felt compelled to ask her if she felt she was mentally prepared for the effects of the drug.

“I have nothing to fear…I intend to embrace all knowledge and experience as it comes to me from this moment on…and I invite everyone else to join me poolside, because I have the distinct premonition that I will be delivering my babies very soon…and since we are all family…I think everyone should experience the event according to their own level of comfort, and that we should all experience it together….”

“Count in on us…me…and Charlie…” (no one ever calls him that but her, btw…) “…right Honey-Cock? As one life (is) ushered out, new life enters…no?” Suki was usually the first to volunteer, or for that matter, the first to get naked whenever the opportunity presented itself.

That was one of her most endearing and charming features…that, and her ability to seem like she was on a trampoline while everyone else was on solid ground all around her.

With that, Ash, Kali and Mark nodded in agreement and approached Merle to accept the Sacrament as well.

Five minutes later, they were all naked in the pool with Darcy, who was sitting on the steps holding the rail with her left arm, bracketed by Anastasia and the midwife on either side.

Much earlier, it had been decided that Darcy would birth her children in the water and for weeks now, the solar heaters had kept the temperature at just below 100 degrees, so as to mimic body temperature. Anastasia had delivered two of her own “water-babies” years before who were now grown, and she recommended it highly.

Kali and Suki set up cauldrons for the scurrying. They were certain the The Ancient Ones would be there for the birthing.

Sobee and Sharma were scampering around in the bushes and flower beds beside the front doors, playfully anticipating if they should have to transform into sentinels, ever on the alert, but playfully good-natured about it all. They could go from chameleon to iguana to dragon in the blink of an eye, and back again just as fast.

Charles called them the “Quantum Lizards”…explaining how if they could transform in “Planck Time”, (basically faster than anyone could measure it…something like 1 sec to the negative forty-third power), then they could do as they pleased, and if they did it in a closed universe, they could expand the interval of Quantum Probability far beyond that.

And even in an open universe, if they could transform back and forth that quickly, the persistence of vision would make them appear to be solid and permanent in whatever form they chose.

“Form is Form, Emptiness is Emptiness…

Form is Emptiness, Emptiness is Form…

No Form, no Emptiness…

An elephant rides a mouse that dances to the song of a guitar with no strings…

Form is Form, Emptiness is Emptiness.”

They were the “Great Embezzlers of Time and Space” as it turns out, and just liked to hang out at the Sanctuary whenever there was something interesting happening and very special doormen were needed.

It was a beautiful night. The moon was full and the sky was absolutely clear.

The ArchAngels were playing a four-hour song cycle they had written several months before in anticipation of the arrival of the twins.

Charles had Lothar set up multiple video cameras to capture whatever appeared in, from or around the cauldrons so as to project it onto the screen that flew above the gardens outside the Sanctuary.

Raul, the talking Cuban Tree Frog was there as well, narrating and reporting for the Intergalactic Geographic Channel in his customarily hushed golf tournament narrative voice-over.

It was a strange and beautiful night. One in which the despair and tragedy of Frederick’s death was nearly eclipsed by the ushering in of new life; where great victories were marred by great personal loss.

Twin souls were standing in the wings, waiting to make their appearance on the stage of Life. It was already guaranteed that they would be loved and cared for in ways for which few children could ever hope or dream.

Not all children await such an auspicious entry into Life, but for those who do, it does not matter if they are destined to become luminary figures the world will long remember, or just another lost soul who found a good place to land for a while.

Jesus was born in a manger. Lincoln was born in a log cabin in the middle of nowhere. Somewhere, right now, a Buddha is being born, although no one knows it yet. No one ever knows what will be the fate of children at the time of their birth. It is enough just for them to be born.

The news of the day heard around the world would be of Frederick’s murder, with an anecdotal reference to the birth of the children in the Sanctuary, but for the members of this church of common mind and heart, it would forever remain a day of bittersweet contrast of the best and worst aspects of what it is to be alive.

This was to be a very special and wondrous night.

THFWS & TTM’s: The Verdict

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The jury was sequestered for weeks after the end of the trial. Surprisingly (or perhaps not) one lone juror sympathized with Sebastian Galbraith Lodge’s actions and beliefs to such an extent that it almost resulted in a hung jury.

An elderly woman of devout faith, and a Baptist, she shared many of Lodge’s beliefs, and admired him for the courage of his convictions. She also strongly disapproved of what she regarded as “an abomination” concerning what she understood of Ash and his followers’ practices, especially the polyamory.

She likewise did not consider The Home for Wayward Souls to be a legitimate church, but recognized that just like the Catholics, the Muslims, the Buddhists, the Hindus, the Mormons, or “even the Jews”, they were entitled to the pursuit of their religious freedoms and practices

Eventually, the other jurors convinced her that it was not Lodge who was on trial, but rather a question of whether it was appropriate to “own” a sentient being in the first place like a slave or chattel property, subject to the whims of their owners.

She however, was a creationist, like Lodge, so the ownership of animals, let alone their sentience, was not subject to question, but she was also a member of PETA, and felt that it was unreasonable to place such high expectations, stress and pressure on a “poor dumb animal”.

She cared for and fed three “rescue dogs”, four cats, and a parrot she had taught to say “praise the Lord” and sing “Jesus loves me” that she had owned for over forty years.

Although it seemed as if she had not been paying any attention to Frederick’s compelling testimony, they were content to let her sympathize with the Primates as long as it resulted in their freedom.

It was impossible to charge the primates with any crimes, given the fact that, in the eyes of the courts, they were still animals.

But when it came to deciding their ultimate fate, the jury nonetheless agreed that their treatment had been cruel and inhumane, and that they should not be subject to further experiments of any kind.

The Plaintiff’s Attorneys had already prepared an offer to buy the Primates from PharmaCorp for an amount approximately four times what was considered “market value” but further added that it was not to be considered a purchase, but rather an act of emancipation as ransom for their freedom.

The jury also agreed that The Home for Wayward Souls was in no way responsible for the initial actions of the primates, or for any damages or losses incurred by PharmaCorp.

All parties conceded that an eventual determination would have to be made by the courts as to the acknowledgement of their sentience and civil rights and liberties, but it was clearly beyond the authority of this court to do so at this time.

Ash and his congregation agreed to accept responsibility for the care and further actions of the Primates in much the same way that a parent of a disabled adult would.

Both the Chimps and Bonobos were very content in their habitat of the lush tropical areas surrounding the seven acres upon which the The Sanctuary resided and had made no attempt to leave the property, which they now considered to be their territory, and which they thoroughly enjoyed patrolling.

An eight-foot chain link fence surrounded the entire perimeter, acting as a line of demarcation for all parties concerned, and no one dared enter the premises except through the front gate.

In a statement to the press, it was announced that Mark and Darcy would be charged with their care and “education” including further studies of their developmental and communications abilities on a “voluntary” basis, which they intended to use to establish their legal rights as sentient, self-aware beings capable of communicating their choices and desires in their own pursuit of happiness.

All costs would be covered by The Home for Wayward Souls as part of their stated purpose as a non-profit corporation devoted to the pursuit of higher consciousness.

It was also agreed that any further legal action on the part of PharmaCorp (or any of its unnamed agents) would cease with prejudice and the amount paid by the church would be considered settlement in full with no admissions of guilt by anyone.

It was a day of triumph for Frederick and the other Primates; a day of liberation to be celebrated by everyone at the Sanctuary.

Darcy was near her due date and her delivery of the twins was immanent, but she was incredibly healthy and in great spirits as she waddled down the steps of the courthouse with Frederick and Mark hand-in-hand surrounded by Ash, Kali, Merle, Charles, Suki and Anastasia. Stanley Linderman was also with them.

Although Frederick was no longer the property of Stan’s employers, he was still “on point”  more as a matter of habit, and it was his intention to resign his position to come to work for The Home for Wayward Souls as a “security consultant”.

An offer had already been made by Ash and the council of the church to pay him handsomely to keep the carnival atmosphere that had surrounded them all under control.

As popular as they had become, they were not without their detractors and sworn enemies, mostly fundamentalist Christians.

Stanley had never been so content or happy before. He believed that he was finally in the right place at the right time to do something he felt he was born to do.

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