Only a few years ago, if you were to hypothesise that all heavier elements came from large explosions in the heart of stars, you'd have likely have been put away into some form of mental asylum. Its only been in the last ten years or so though that Science has begun to start catching up with the idea that our existence and the rest of the cosmos are intrinsically linked, in more and more startling ways.
Early Mars was a lot like Earth.
On my last blog I showed an interest in the discoveries happening on Mars with the Discovery rover that was dropped there last year. In a short space of time we have had some pretty startling discoveries regarding what Mars was like many years ago, and I am actually considering putting money down in a betting shop to say that we'll find evidence of life having once existed on Mars in the next few decades. The reason for this should be obvious if you've been paying any attention to the scientific discoveries on Mars for the past few years. First and foremost is the knowledge that Mars was once much warmer back in the solar systems early years and a lot wetter with an active geology. This would have provided a thick atmosphere, and a warm and wet environment in which life can form and propagate. What is as important would have been the magnetosphere, which like on Earth shields life from harmful radiation.
Then, it was only last week that the news was released about how Mars' atmosphere was once comprised of a large proportion of oxygen. Now on Earth the oxygenating of our atmosphere has been believed to have been almost entirely the work of marine and basic plant life, although this BBC article goes into detail about how oxygen may have formed on Mars through different geological processes involving the breaking down of water and the loss of hydrogen over time due to the smaller gravitational influence on Mars as well as the greater radiation due to a less effective magnetosphere.
Nevertheless, this oxygen became embedded inside the rocks on Mars (hence its red 'oxide' colour) and combined with the chemicals left inside the clay which we have found, this still could have left a chance for life to have formed all those years ago.
Other than that though there is still the possibility of proof of life from Mars. There is a chance that many meteorites found on Earth proven to have been ejected from Mars in asteroid collisions possibly have evidence of fossilised single-celled life-forms inside the rock. The argument is still on going but it begs deeper questions.
Image of what may be fossilised single celled life from Mars.
Mars formed and developed a warm and wet environment long before Earth had stopped being a raging ball of death and inferno, therefore it is conceivable that Martian life formed way before Earth even had a chance. Take this into consideration when looking at these Martian meteorites that have landed on Earth over the years and it doesn't take a great leap to hypothesise that perhaps all life on Earth was in fact seeded here from Mars. This would have to question our understanding not only on our own existence, but would challenge our understanding of exactly what determines 'extra-terrestrial', if indeed life is transported amongst different planetary objects on the back of travelling meteorites. Lastly, there is the idea that life first began forming up to ten billion years ago, which would predate both Earth and Mars by double, and if true would once again make the idea of life on Mars having once existed that much more plausible. Whilst this does remain an unproven idea (it used Moore's Law usually used to explain the acceleration of technological development) there may be some credibility owed to it seeing as it was only last year that Scientists say they discovered basic sugar molecules floating around a young distant star, which is a basic building block of life.
The idea of panspermia it seems, or at least some aspects of it, has an increasing amount of credibility, and in that case, life on Mars really doesn't seem all that far-fetched after all and in fact I have a huge suspicion that they've found something on the red planet that they don't want to release all the facts about straight away.
In other news linking our home with the rest of the Solar System and beyond, the Daily Mail has this week released a story talking about how Human Civilization may have been sparked by our social adaptations in the aftermath of a meteorite which supposedly hit Quebec almost 13,000 years ago. Whilst this may explain the mass extinctions of large Mammals such as Mammoth, it doesn't really explain how agriculture would have been successful for primitive societies with a dusty atmosphere and low temperatures.
Had the meteorite have landed at around that time though it would certainly be around the time of the first civilizations such as the monuments of Gobekli Tepe (built around 12,000 years ago) which is now more or less considered to be the most puzzling yet important finds of human history.
Then again that asteroid may well have been a massive out of control spaceship from another world who's inhabitants decided to bestow to mankind technologies and knowledge of agriculture!
Long title for a blog article I know, but bare with me as this is going to be a long one.
Some years back I read a novel titled 'The Sleeper Awakes' by H G Wells and considered at the time when I young and naïve that it was merely a science fiction story which had somehow managed to get some minor details correct. Some of the finer details written in this book have stuck in my mind over the years and it wasn't until I began reading up on Agenda 21 last year that I really began to think back to it.
Well, as my memory isn't the best I thought I might have found some tedious anecdotal links with this novel and what appears to be going on at an international level at the moment, however when I did re-read this story I was shocked at just how spot on this novel was with on-going trends which are happening right now and things which are likely to occur in the near future too.
From the architecture to social trends, practically everything which Wells wrote is becoming true. Whilst I must admit sometimes I do get a little carried away, the amount of parallels and accuracies cannot be ignored.
In short, he was a novelist who essentially wrote propaganda pieces for eugenics and the promotion of the formation of a world state. He was friends with the kinds of folk who thought of themselves as elite in the wake of the Darwinist philosophy typical for that period, and therefore when you read some of his other works such as 'War of the Worlds' where he justifies the culling of millions in order to make a fresh start on a "Brave New World", then its easy to see retrospectively that these books were not simply entertainment, and that they are meant to be a message to be digested by the public who then accept it as a feasible course of action in the future. In other words, these books (like Hollywood does today) conditions the psyche of the world so that it does not shock us into rebellion.
Aside from the real world predictions that have or are coming true, I also feel that I've run into some deep occult symbology running throughout this novel too. I've commented on what I can see with some justifications, but obviously due to the esoteric subject matter it is quite difficult to be completely sure, but again there are many coincidences which are hard to ignore completely.
In any case, if I told you Wells left the Fabian society because he thought they weren't radical enough, you can kind of judge this guys rabid extremity.
This novel "The Sleeper Awakes" is a relatively short one, but due to the amount of prophetic accuracies I've managed to take down way more notes than I am likely to be able to share in fear of losing peoples interest. For this reason, I will try and keep this article as short as possible and let the reader ponder my observations without too much explanation on my part.
If you have the time I suggest you read this book yourself for free here: http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Sleeper_Awakes The general storyline is that the main character is plagued by insomnia and is considering suicide and happens across a stranger on a beach. The stranger takes the man to his house and gives him something to help him sleep, except he overdoses and slips into a coma whereby he remains asleep for two-hundred years. He awakes in the future to discover that because of banking interest, he has become the richest man in the world. The population are kept dumbed down in giant cities and essentially they use loose morals and work camps to keep the working class down.
I will try and go through this book chapter by chapter, this way if you are reading the book on Wikisource you can read the entirety of the chapter yourself and see whether you agree with me, but otherwise please take my word for it that these quotations are present and correct and not made up.
Chapter 1:
The insomniac man named Graham is helped in Chapter 1 by a man simply named 'Isbister'. The setting takes place in Cornwall in Boscastle (near where the pagan museum exists today), on a beach with a cave system called 'Pentargen' (pentagon) and then mull about 'Blackapit' which may have links to neolithic settlements (http://www.megalithic.co.uk/article.php?sid=19802, not verified.) Interestingly, Isbister is also the name of a neolithic (pagan) settlement in the Orkney islands. This of course could be coincidence, however.
I was originally interested by the name Isbister because it sounds similar to Aleister (Crowley) given the evidence that they may have met around the time this book was written, and I wonder whether Wells was approached by Crowley and given some kind of psychedelic drug which enabled him to experience prophetic visions.
(Evidence that Crowley and H G Wells met around the 1910 time frame, which was when this novel was written:
It also mentions later on in the chapter that Isbister, this bloke who assists Graham the insomniac, is an artist who paints coastal scenes in the area. Well, again, this could be coincidental but Crowley was also a known painter and seems to have enjoyed painting coastal landscapes:
The area around this time period and up to the present day has long been associated with paganism, especially with the Boscastle Museum of Witchcraft being present in the area, and 'Blackapit' (mentioned in Well's novel) was used later on by Cecil Williamson for Magickal practices who had links with the English cunning craft, Wicca and Magickal communities which flourished throughout the 1950's (who once again were often personal friends of Crowley and Gerald Gardner.)
As I'm sure anyone who has read of Crowley will tell you, he was heavily into drugs, especially for magickal or psychedelic purposes. So when the character Isbister takes Graham back to his house and tries to get the insomniac comfortable enough to sleep, we have yet another reason to believe that perhaps Crowley (or someone else who was quite well initiated into magical or shamanic arts) helped Graham (or Wells) to have these visions:
Here is an extract talking about what sounds like some form of drug overdose:
Then he bent still lower to look up at his visitor's face. He started violently and uttered an exclamation. The eyes were void spaces of white.
He looked again and saw that they were open and with the pupils rolled under the lids. He was suddenly afraid. Overcome by the strangeness of the man's condition, he took him by the shoulder and shook him. "Are you asleep?" he said, with his voice jumping into alto, and again, "Are you asleep?"
If that doesn't sound like a drug overdose, I don't know what does!
Chapter 2:
The second chapter merely sets up the reader so that he or she may understand how someone who lives for a very long time might earn a considerable sum of money out of it. In 1910 the currency in Britain and the world in general was still backed by precious materials, so we are led to the explanation of FIAT currency and the major inflation that comes with it throughout the chapter.
"It has," said Warming. "And now the gold supplies are running short there is a tendency towards . . . appreciation."
This chapter also allows a third person perspective of 'Graham', which turns out to be almost definitely a representation of Wells himself.
"He was a man of considerable gifts, but spasmodic, emotional. He had grave domestic troubles, divorced his wife, in fact, and it was as a relief from that, I think, that he took up politics of the rabid sort. He was a fanatical Radical -- a Socialist -- or typical Liberal, as they used to call themselves,-of the advanced school. Energetic -- flighty -- undisciplined. Overwork upon a controversy did this for him. I remember the pamphlet he wrote -- a curious production. Wild, whirling stuff. There were one or two prophecies. Some of them are already exploded, some of them are established facts. But for the most part to read such a thesis is to realise how full the world is of unanticipated things. He will have much to learn, much to unlearn, when he wakes. If ever a waking comes."
If you read into Wells political and personal life, you will find that the above passage is with no uncertaintyhimself to some degree. The curious thing is the mentioning of prophecies!
Chapter 3:
In this chapter, we are informed about his awakening two hundred years in the future, except Wells description of a simple sleep is somewhat weird and leads me to believe, again, that this book was actually some kind of vision seen through a combination of Magickal ritual and drug taking.
But Warming was wrong in that. An awakening came.
What a wonderfully complex thing! this simple seeming unity -- the self! Who can trace its reintegration as morning after morning we awaken, the flux and confluence of its countless factors interweaving, rebuilding, the dim first stirrings of the soul, the growth and synthesis of the unconscious to the subconscious, the sub-conscious to dawning consciousness, until at last we recognise ourselves again. And as it happens to most of us after the night's sleep, so it was with Graham at the end of his vast slumber. A dim cloud of sensation taking shape, a cloudy dreariness, and he found himself vaguely somewhere, recumbent, faint, but alive.
The pilgrimage towards a personal being seemed to traverse vast gulfs, to occupy epochs. Gigantic
dreams that were terrible realities at the time, left vague perplexing memories, strange creatures, strange scenery, as if from another planet. There was a distinct impression, too, of a momentous conversation, of a name -- he could not tell what name -- that was subsequently to recur, of some queer long-forgotten sensation of vein and muscle, of a feeling of vast hopeless effort, the effort of a man near drowning in darkness. Then came a panorama of dazzling unstable confluent scenes.
I could be completely off the mark here, but what Wells describes in this passage above sounds very much like the kind of astral/multi-dimensional experiences which are now more associated with DMT taking or those who can achieve astral travel. In any case, the talk of feeling like you are on another world with strange creatures and the feeling of a conversation in your own mind fit incredibly well with experiences written down by not only Crowley but others too such as John Dee and thousands of other 'astral travellers' you hear of today with more and more frequency. The seeming inane chatter about consciousness and the subconsciousness also seems to indicate that this is no simple conventional 'awakening'. This awakening is something all together bigger than that.
The other thing to consider worth mentioning in this chapter is that the room in which Graham finds himself in is like that of a clean, ornament-less room, somewhat evoking of the kinds of futurist styling we are shown today as being the future of décor and architecture, (but we'll hear a lot more about architecture and fashion in a short while!)
Chapter 4:
There is some ridiculously accurate technological prophecy in this chapter which given that this book is over a hundred years old now is really quite worrying.
Graham lifted his arm and was astonished to find what strength the restoratives had given him. He thrust one leg over the side of the couch and then the other. His head no longer swam. He could scarcely credit his rapid recovery. He sat feeling his limbs.
The man with the flaxen beard re-entered from the archway, and as he did so the cage of a lift came sliding down in front of the thickset man, and a lean, grey-bearded man, carrying a roll, and wearing a tightly-fitting costume of dark green, appeared therein.
"This is the tailor," said the thickset man with an introductory gesture." It will never do for you to wear that black. I cannot understand how it got here. But I shall. I shall. You will be as rapid as possible?" he said to the tailor.
The man in green bowed, and, advancing, seated himself by Graham on the bed. His manner was calm, but his eyes were full of curiosity. "You will find the fashions altered, Sire," he said. He glanced from under his brows at the thickset man.
He opened the roller with a quick movement, and a confusion of brilliant fabrics poured out over his knees. "You lived, Sire, in a period essentially cylindrical -- the Victorian. With a tendency to the hemisphere in hats. Circular curves always. Now --" He flicked out a little appliance the size and appearance of a keyless watch, whirled the knob, and behold -- a little figure in white appeared kinetoscope fashion on the dial, walking and turning. The tailor caught up a pattern of bluish white satin. "That is my conception of your immediate treatment," he said.
The thickset man came and stood by the shoulder of Graham.
"We have very little time," he said.
"Trust me," said the tailor. "My machine follows. What do you think of this?"
"What is that?" asked the man from the nineteenth century.
"In your days they showed you a fashion-plate," said the tailor," but this is our modern development See here." The little figure repeated its evolutions, but in a different costume. "Or this," and with a click another small figure in a more voluminous type of robe marched on to the dial. The tailor was very quick in his movements, and glanced twice towards the lift as he did these things.
It rumbled again, and a crop-haired anaemic lad with features of the Chinese type, clad in coarse pale blue canvas, appeared together with a complicated machine, which he pushed noiselessly on little castors into the room. Incontinently the little kinetoscope was dropped, Graham was invited to stand in front of the machine and the tailor muttered some instructions to the crop-haired lad, who answered in guttural tones and with words Graham did not recognise. The boy then went to conduct an incomprehensible monologue in the corner, and the tailor pulled out a number of slotted arms terminating in little discs, pulling them out until the discs were flat against the body of Graham, one at each shoulder blade, one at the elbows, one at the neck and so forth, so that at last there were, perhaps, two score of them upon his body and limbs. At the same time, some other person entered the room by the lift, behind Graham. The tailor set moving a mechanism that initiated a faint-sounding rhythmic movement of parts in the machine, and in another moment he was knocking up the levers and Graham was released. The tailor replaced his cloak of black, and the man with the flaxen beard proffered him a little glass of some refreshing fluid. Graham saw over the rim of the glass a pale-faced young man regarding him with a singular fixity.
Notice the tailor has a hand sized 'Kinetoscope' which automatically measures up our main character and shows him how he will look in different clothes. A Kinetoscope, in case you were wondering, is just a moving screen. Now think to yourself, is it really that far off that we might have an Ipad or smartphone in the near future with a 'tailor app' which could perhaps use 3D cameras in order to create a complete measurement of a person for garments which could in-turn then be made by a machine (like 3D printers which are taking off at the moment) within minutes? No, that technology is up and coming right now, let alone in another hundred years.
Another important thing to note here is that Graham is clothed in purple, a colour which is heavily associated with Magick, ritual and the travel into other realms.
I just find it almost impossible that a man living in Victorian England could have possibly have predicted architectural advancement and trends so incredibly accurately.
Chapter 6:
Again, futurist city design somehow accurately predicted by the existence of giant wind farms built on top of the city:
Graham suddenly glanced up to see whence he came, and beheld through the glassy roof and the network of cables and girders, dim rhythmically passing forms like the vans of windmills, and between them glimpses of a remote and pallid sky. Then Howard had thrust him forward across the bridge, and he was in a little narrow passage decorated with geometrical patterns.
The most astounding aspect of this chapter however is when Graham meets the twelve members of the world council. Well obviously, anyone who has even the slightest understanding of religion understands how important the number twelve is here, with this character Graham technically being the supreme leader which makes these twelve his trustees . Given that he is considered the saviour to the working class, its all too fitting that he should have these twelve disciples.
So where does he meet these twelve world leaders? Well, that is interesting too, as he meets them in the 'Chamber of Atlas', where lo and behold, in the councils main chamber, there sits a statue of Atlas holding up the sky (Uranus.) Atlas and Uranus together essentially signify the highest attainment of man, or represents mankind of having reached an almost God-like position of power (which echoes the wishes and mentality of the eugenic/Darwinist movement when it was written and to some degree still today.)
If that doesn't strike you as even slightly interesting, then read up on this movement which was made only five years before this novel was written and used Atlas as their symbol:
Objectivism - A movement defined not only with its support of free market captitalism but also with the obsession with reaching 'high attainment' and philosophical belief that reality and consciousness are intertwined.
This movement therefore is what links the various aspects of this novel together. Capitalism as a means of world domination and the belief in Magick and rituals (in the sense that consciousness and will effect the physical world around us.)
(A statue of Atlas also appears outside of the Rockefeller Center in New York which again links the financial aspects of this novel with philosophical reality of the worlds most powerful people - again, these same sorts of people like Rockefeller in the real world believe themselves above the rest of us which perhaps explains their complete disregard for wars and extreme poverty they allow to happen.)
Chapter 7
Again in this chapter, the seemingly innocent book about a time traveller turns out to be completely jam packed with more political and philosophical references. In this chapter, Graham is shoved into a room for a number of days (in a room which is incredibly detailed and once again seems entirely probable of future architecture and technology) and he comes across these 'books' which are held on small metal cylinders instead of on paper and ink. These books he comes across are:
(A book which politically seems very similar to 'The Sleeper Awakes' in how power is derived through stealth and deception, but also speaks of pagan masonic rituals, once again similar to Sleeper Awakes. It also speaks ill of imperialism, something which Wells was an opponent of.)
Written by Henry James who it seems Wells had issues with (Wells once publicly insulted him.) It seems as though from this novel, James' novels are the complete opposite world view, favoring the beauty in flawed existence and liberty. One of the less likeable characters in this short novel may even be Wells himself although this is in no way confirmed, this is just my conjecture.
In this chapter, Graham also comes across a flat screen television in his room which shows brain-numbing soap operas, and finds that promiscuous sexual activity is no longer frowned upon in society. In fact it is promoted and completely accepted.
Chapter8:
Graham's rescuers come along, and we see more of the wind turbines. We do however get this strange sentence, which admittedly may be harmless, but given the themes of the book so far its unlikely: Graham had a surging vision of a great hall crowded with people. He saw no individuals, he was conscious of a froth of pink faces, of waving arms and garments, he felt the occult influence of a vast crowd pouring over him, buoying him up.
If you do not believe anything occultist then this sentence will unlikely mean anything to you, however to those with a basic understanding of how the occult works, they will know that conscious observation and participation is as much to do with Magickal works as is the ritual itself. So when he speaks of deriving occult influence from a vast crowd, this can be quite literal. Its well known for instance that when thousands of individuals are together, individuals cease to act like they usually would, as though a hive-mind overtakes them.
Again, I don't want to get too involved with major philosophical discussion here, but it could arguably explain the theories behind massive events, like 9/11, being mega-rituals because to the individual they are unable to see the symbols and occult references but collectively it acts to create real change in the physical reality (essentially using the worlds collective conscious power against itself.)
Chapter 9:
Having been rescued, he is able to ask some questions for the first time which up to now have been left unanswered.
"Tell me!" he cried. "Who am I? Who am I?"
The others came nearer to hear his words. "Who am I?" His eyes searched their faces.
"They have told him nothing!" cried the girl.
"Tell me, tell me!" cried Graham.
"You are the Master of the Earth. You are owner of half the world."
He did not believe he heard aright. He resisted the persuasion. He pretended not to understand, not to hear. He lifted his voice again. "I have been awake three days -- a prisoner three days. I judge there is some struggle between a number of people in this city -- it is London?"
"Yes," said the younger man.
"And those who meet in the great hall with the white Atlas? How does it concern me? In some way it has to do with me. Why, I don't know. Drugs? It seems to me that while I have slept the world has gone mad. I have gone mad."
"Who are those Councillors under the Atlas? Why should they try to drug me?"
"To keep you insensible," said the man in yellow.
"To prevent your interference."
"But why?"
"Because you are the Atlas, Sire," said the man in yellow. "The world is on your shoulders. They rule it in your name."
The sounds from the hall had died into a silence threaded by one monotonous voice. Now suddenly, trampling on these last words, came a deafening tumult, a roaring and thundering, cheer crowded on cheer, voices hoarse and shrill, beating, overlapping, and while it lasted the people in the little room could not hear each other shout.
Graham stood, his intelligence clinging helplessly to the thing he had just heard. "The Council," he repeated blankly, and then snatched at a name that had struck him. "But who is Ostrog?" he said.
"He is the organiser -- the organiser of the revolt. Our Leader -- in your name."
"In my name? -- And you? Why is he not here?"
"He -- has deputed us. I am his brother -- his half-brother, Lincoln. He wants you to show yourself to these people and then come on to him. That is why he has sent. He is at the wind-vane offices directing. The people are marching."
"In your name," shouted the younger man. "They have ruled, crushed, tyrannised. At last even --"
"In my name! My name! Master?"
The younger man suddenly became audible in a pause of the outer thunder, indignant and vociferous, a high penetrating voice under his red aquiline nose and bushy moustache. "No one expected you to wake. No one expected you to wake. They were cunning. Damned tyrants! But they were taken by surprise. They did not know whether to drug you, hypnotise you, kill you."
Again the hall dominated everything.
"Ostrog is at the wind-vane offices ready -- . Even now there is a rumour of fighting beginning."
So this is the first time we are introduced to Ostrog, where he is the leader of the resistance against the council, supposedly fighting for the good of all the workers. Ostrog, unsurprisingly means 'prison' in Russian. The revolution which starts in this chapter and goes on until the end of the book is yet another surprising element because it predicts a dictatorship arising from the on-going hostilities in Russia before the Soviets were even in full control of the country. (This book was written 1910, Soviets never came into power until 1917.)
Chapter 10 & 11
In this chapter, our character Graham finds himself caught up in a huge battle between the oppressed working-class and the world council and their security teams. Now up until this point I hadn't noted the police forces, but essentially Wells makes a point in his novel of making a distinction between the white police and army personnel who wear red uniforms, and 'negro' police and army forces who wear black and yellow stripes as a uniform.
(Ok, I'm not actually suggesting this awful record is in anyway connected, lol.)
The battle comes to blows with the revolutionaries taking huge casualties because the security forces deliberately cut the lights out in the city (all lighting in the city is seemingly artificial.) In the confusion Graham manages to get away to a quiet residential district where in the next chapter he has a long conversation with an elderly gentleman who seems to understand the world more than anyone else.
One of the most interesting points raised by the old man is the following:
"No," said Graham, wondering what Babble Machine might be. "And you are certain this Ostrog -- you are certain Ostrog organised this rebellion and arranged for the waking of the Sleeper? Just to assert himself -- because he was not elected to the Council?
"Everyone knows that, I should think," said the old man. "Except -- just fools.
Basically, in this chapter we understand that Ostrog's rebellion has nothing to do with the rights of the every day person but has more to do with the fact that he was not elected to be apart of the twelve man council. It was Ostrog who awoke Graham with drugs in order to use him politically, in order to stir up the population to act in a way that he wanted. In other words Ostrog wants full control of the world, and is using the richest man in the world (technically the owner) as a means to achieve that goal.
The following passage said by the old man though is perhaps the most true thing ever said in a work of fiction, read this next passage carefully and think who might be this council today:
"Eh! -- but you're not up to things. Money attracts money -- and twelve brains are better than one. They played it cleverly. They worked politics with money, and kept on adding to the money by working currency and tariffs. They grew -- they grew. And for years the twelve trustees hid the growing of the Sleeper's estate, under double names and company titles and all that. The Council spread by title deed, mortgage, share, every political party, every newspaper, they bought. If you listen to the old stories you will see the Council growing and growing Billions and billions of lions at last -- the Sleeper's estate. And all growing out of a whim -- out of this Warming's will, and an accident to Isbister's sons.
The council then are what we may today see as globalist bankers, and perhaps to name and shame, Zionists. Who in today's world uses vast amounts of money to sway political opinion? Who works financial institutions and vast media empires around to suit their own lot and no one else? Zionists, that's who, and their helper monkeys around the globe supporting gross globalisation who care nothing about the fact that they damage their own kinsmen in the process.
This paragraph said by the old man leads me to personally believe that the 'sleeper' in the financial sense in this book is actually you and I. In other words, the general public which works, takes loans, makes investments and generally uses the financial institutions. If we were all aware of how our own money and labour was being hijacked, used and manipulated by the most powerful people in the world, we would realise our place as being the true masters. But we aren't, or at least we collectively prefer to remain silent and allow our labours to be leeched off of by parasitic leaders who then claim to be better than us.
Chapter 12
Another sign of the times, when the uprising occurs the rebellion is ill-armed when compared with the 'red police', which tends to suggest that the worlds population has been without proper warfare or access to weaponry for some considerable time.
"That is the flag of the Council -- the flag of the Rule of the World. It will fall. The fight is over. Their attack on the theatre was their last frantic struggle. They have only a thousand men or so, and some of these men will be disloyal. They have little ammunition. And we are reviving the ancient arts. We are casting guns."
The above paragraph seems toshow that to have any chance of ousting a unwanted leadership, you need to build and store weapons to do it...
Chapter 13
With the defeat of the 'red police' and the twelve man council, Graham is expected to give a speech on a balcony overlooking the vast crowds from the 'council' building. Look however at this rather interesting few paragraphs:
The western sky was a pallid bluish green, and Jupiter shone high in the south, before the capitulation was accomplished. Above was a slow insensible change, the advance of night serene and beautiful; below was hurry, excitement, conflicting orders, pauses, spasmodic developments of organisation, a vast ascending clamour and confusion. Before the Council came out, toiling perspiring men, directed by a conflict of shouts, carried forth hundreds of those who had perished in the hand-to-hand conflict within those long passages and chambers.
"The Master, the Master! God and the Master," shouted the people." To hell with the Council!" Graham looked at their multitudes, receding beyond counting into a shouting haze, and then at Ostrog beside him, white and steadfast and still. His eye went again to the little group of White Councillors. And then he looked up at the familiar quiet stars overhead. The marvellous element in his fate was suddenly vivid. Could that be his indeed, that little life in his memory two hundred years gone by -- and this as well?
(I've highlighted perhaps one of the most revealing points in all of this in green.)
Ostrog, the man who the people believe is leading them to freedom from oppression is using Graham as a way of controlling the masses to do much worse than the twelve man council had ever intended. Graham at this point believes that he is to be the supreme leader, and the people do too. The highlighted segment above in green refers to the bizarre inclusion of the description of the night sky displaying Jupiter 'high in the south'.
Why is Jupiter even mentioned at this point? Consider that they are in the hall of Atlas, with the statue holding 'the globe' (Uranus) and he just happens to look up and pay particular attention to Jupiter in the nights sky...
Again, Atlas with Uranus equates to ultimate achievement of mankind, high attainment or of man gaining god-like status.
Jupiter in the occult and astrology circles equates to deeper thought and knowledge, the third eye, dimensions and unsurprisingly, wealth. These things will come obvious in a few chapters time, but try to realise that these two symbols together come together to create what could be an occultists ideal symbolic interpretation of ultimate attainment of human development.
Chapter 14
There is too much to write on when evaluating this chapter. So many things are happening or have happened in this chapter that its quite worrying. The only thing which Wells got completely wrong was the idea that the technology of flight would be held back, but don't forget this book was probably written before the Wright brothers had displayed their heavier-than-air contraption, flight at that time was like our current predicament with long-term space travel solutions.
In any case, if you not have the time to read this whole chapter (http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Sleeper_Awakes/Chapter_XIV) then read this part:Wielding an enormous influence and patronage, the Council had early assumed a political aspect; and in its development it had continually used its wealth to tip the beam of political decisions and its political advantages to grasp yet more and more wealth. At last the party organisations of two hemispheres were in its hands; it became an inner council of political control. Its last struggle was with the tacit alliance of the great Jewish families. But these families were linked only by a feeble sentiment, at any time inheritance might fling a huge fragment of their resources to a minor, a woman or a fool, marriages and legacies alienated hundreds of thousands at one blow. The Council had no such breach in its continuity. Steadily, steadfastly it grew. The original Council was not simply twelve men of exceptional ability; they fused, it was a council of genius. It struck boldly for riches, for political influence, and the two subserved each other. With amazing foresight it spent great sums of money on the art of flying, holding that invention back against an hour foreseen. It used the patent laws, and a thousand half-legal expedients, to hamper all investigators who refused to work with it. In the old days it never missed a capable man. It paid his price. Its policy in those days was vigorous -- unerring, and against it as it grew steadily and incessantly was only the chaotic selfish rule of the casually rich. In a hundred years Graham had become almost exclusive owner of Africa, of South America, of France, of London, of England and all its influence -- for all practical purposes, that is -- a power in North America -- then the dominant power in America. The Council bought and organised China, drilled Asia, crippled the Old World empires, undermined them financially, fought and defeated them. And this spreading usurpation of the world was so dexterously performed -- a proteus -- hundreds of banks, companies, syndicates, masked the Council's operations -- that it was already far advanced before common men suspected the tyranny that had come. The Council never hesitated, never faltered. Means of communication, land, buildings, governments, municipalities, the territorial companies of the tropics, every human enterprise, it gathered greedily. And it drilled and marshalled its men, its railway police, its roadway police, its house guards, and drain and cable guards, its hosts of land-workers. Their unions it did not fight, but it undermined and betrayed and bought them. It bought the world at last. And, finally, its culminating stroke was the introduction of flying.
I'll let the reader gauge the prophecy of the above few paragraphs.
Chapter 15
In this chapter Graham is at a private function whereby all the 'important' people like the mayors, priests, government advisers and film directors etc all meet to suck up to each other. Whilst this is interesting from the perspective that today's society is taught to respect the 'celebrity' class, there isn't too much going on in this chapter save for the discussion on education which highlights very well what todays 'education' is like.
"About the public elementary schools," said Graham. "Do you control them?" The Surveyor-General did, "entirely." Now, Graham, in his later democratic days, had taken a keen interest in these and his questioning quickened. Certain casual phrases that had fallen from the old man with whom he had talked in the darkness recurred to him. The Surveyor-General, in effect, endorsed the old man's words. "We have abolished Cram," he said, a phrase Graham was beginning to interpret as the abolition of all sustained work. The Surveyor-General became sentimental. "We try and make the elementary schools very pleasant for the little children. They will have to work so soon. Just a few simple principles -- obedience -- industry." "You teach them very little?" "Why should we? It only leads to trouble and discontent. We amuse them. Even as it is -- there are troubles -- agitations. Where the labourers get the ideas, one cannot tell. They tell one another. There are socialistic dreams -- anarchy even! Agitators will get to work among them. I take it -- I have always taken it -- that my foremost duty is to fight against popular discontent. Why should people be made unhappy?"
Essentially they teach the lower-class kids a load of shit to humour them and to ensure they can at least fulfill basic employment duties and try discredit any child or any one who speaks out about or works out what is really going on.
Chapter 16
It was this part of the book which originally made me go back and re-read this novel because of its compelling resemblance of the final proposed intentions of the UN's agenda 21:
That gradual passage of town into country through an extensive sponge of suburbs, which was so characteristic a feature of the great cities of the nineteenth century, existed no longer. Nothing remained of it but a waste of ruins here, variegated and dense with thickets of the heterogeneous growths that had once adorned the gardens of the belt, interspersed among levelled brown patches of sown ground, and verdant stretches of winter greens. The latter even spread among the vestiges of houses. But for the most part the reefs and skerries of ruins, the wreckage of suburban villas, stood among their streets and roads, queer islands amidst the levelled expanses of green and brown, abandoned indeed by the inhabitants years since, but too substantial, it seemed', to be cleared out of the way of the wholesale horticultural mechanisms of the time.
The vegetation of this waste undulated and frothed amidst the countless cells of crumbling house walls, and broke along the foot of the city wall in a surf of bramble and holly and ivy and teazle and tall grasses. Here and there gaudy pleasure palaces towered amidst the puny remains of Victorian times, and cable ways slanted to them from the city. That winter day they seemed deserted. Deserted, too, were the artificial gardens among the ruins. The city limits were indeed as sharply defined as in the ancient days when the gates were shut at nightfall and the robber foreman prowled to the very walls. A huge semi-circular throat poured out a vigorous traffic upon the Eadhamite Bath Road. So the first prospect of the world beyond the city flashed on Graham, and dwindled. And when at last he could look vertically downward again, he saw below him the vegetable fields of the Thames valley -- innumerable minute oblongs of ruddy brown, intersected by shining threads, the sewage ditches.
The speak of a world where everyone is forced to live in a huge walled city state with the countryside abandoned save for some automated agriculture is not too dissimilar from various futurist movements (like The Venus Project) and some of the plans laid out for places like America and Australia in the long term, with residents expected to be bullied out of the country and into cities.
Chapter 18
In chapter 18, Graham is approached by a young woman who begins to really tell him how shit life is for the average working class citizen after Graham has buried his head in the sand by taking up flying as a hobby whilst leaving Ostrog to run the world in his stead.
She turned a flushed face upon him, moving suddenly. "Your days were the days of freedom. Yes -- I have thought. I have been made to think, for my life -- has not been happy. Men are no longer free -- no greater, no better than the men of your time. That is not all. This city -- is a prison. Every city now is a prison. Mammon grips the key in his hand. Myriads, countless myriads, toil from the cradle to the grave. Is that right? Is that to be -- for ever? Yes, far worse than in your time. All about us, beneath us, sorrow and pain. All the shallow delight of such life as you find about you, is separated by just a little from a life of wretchedness beyond any telling Yes, the poor know it -- they know they suffer. These countless multitudes who faced death for you two nights since -- ! You owe your life to them."
Up until this point the reader has been more or less lead to assume that the every day person lives a fantastic life when compared with Victorian living standards, but this girl turns this view on its head.
She continues:
"You come," she said, "from the days when this new tyranny of the cities was scarcely beginning. It is a tyranny -- a tyranny. In your days the feudal war lords had gone, and the new lordship of wealth had still to come. Half the men in the world still lived out upon the free countryside. The cities had still to devour them. I have heard the stories out of the old books -- there was nobility! Common men led lives of love and faithfulness then -- they did a thousand things. And you -- you come from that time."
Again, in the grand scheme of things, things probably were at its best for people in the 1910's up until the 1950's, if of course you take out of consideration the two world wars. When you consider the stereotypical lifestyle of a late Victorian age farm labourer with a working class man from twenty-teens, the difference is astounding. Yes the poor man from Victorian times might have worked bloody hard for his small wage, but there was community, freedom. Back then you had everything you needed and nothing you wanted. Now we have everything we want, and very little of what we need.
"They are the slaves -- your slaves. They are the slaves of the Labour Company you own."
"The Labour Company! In some way -- that is familiar. Ah! now I remember. I saw it when I was wandering about the city, after the lights returned, great fronts of buildings coloured pale blue. Do you really mean -- ?"
"Yes. How can I explain it to you? Of course the blue uniform struck you. Nearly a third of our people wear it -- more assume it now every day. This Labour Company has grown imperceptibly."
"What is this Labour Company?" asked Graham.
"In the old times, how did you manage with starving people?"
"There was the workhouse -- which the parishes maintained."
"Workhouse! Yes -- there was something. In our history lessons. I remember now. The Labour Company ousted the workhouse. It grew -- partly -- out of something -- you, perhaps, may remember it -- an emotional religious organisation called the Salvation Army -- that became a business company. In the first place it was almost a charity. To save people from workhouse rigours. Now I come to think of it, it was one of the earliest properties your Trustees acquired. They bought the Salvation Army and reconstructed it as this. The idea in the first place was to give work to starving homeless people."
"Yes."
"Nowadays there are no workhouses, no refuges and charities, nothing but that Company. Its offices are everywhere. That blue is its colour. And any man, woman or child who comes to be hungry and weary and with neither home nor friend nor resort, must go to the Company in the end -- or seek some way of death. The Euthanasy is beyond their means -- for the poor there is no easy death. And at any hour in the day or night there is food, shelter and a blue uniform for all comers -- that is the first condition of the Company s incorporation -- and in return for a day's shelter the Company extracts a day's work, and then returns the visitor's proper clothing and sends him or her out again."
"Yes?"
"Perhaps that does not seem so terrible to you. In your days men starved in your streets. That was bad. But they died -- men. These people in blue -- . The proverb runs: 'Blue canvas once and ever.' The Company trades in their labour, and it has taken care to assure itself of the supply. People come to it starving and helpless -- they eat and sleep for a night and day, they -work for a day, and at the end of the day they go out again. If they have worked well they have a penny or so -- enough for a theatre or a cheap dancing place, or a kinematograph story, or a dinner or a bet. They wander about after that is spent. Begging is prevented by the police of the ways. Besides, no one gives. They come back again the next day or the day after -- brought back by the same incapacity that brought them first. At last their proper clothing wears out, or their rags get so shabby that they are ashamed. Then they must work for months to get fresh. If they want fresh. A great number of children are born under the Company's care. The mother owes them a month thereafter -- the children they cherish and educate until they are fourteen, and they pay two years' service. You may be sure these children are educated for the blue canvas. And so it is the Company works."
These last few paragraghs at first glimpse appear to be nothing like the kind of society we now find ourselves in but actually in a roundabout way we rather are. If we are to accept that the people in power engineered minimum wage and social welfare as a way of keeping society in check, rather than the state taking up the noble role of protector you get the conclusion that our own homes and jobs have become a part of the workhouse. Minimum wage is slavery, and society no longer requires the slaves to live in slave accommodation, the slave works better if he or she is lead to believe he is free.
Chapter 19
Chapter 19 gives us the shocker. Graham goes to Ostrog, this figure who is running the world in Grahams name, the man who is supposedly the working mans saviour to confront him about why nothing has been done with the terrible working and living conditions for the general public.
"Must the world go this way?" said Graham, with his emotions at the speaking point. "Must it indeed go in this way? Have all our hopes been vain?"
"What do you mean?" said Ostrog. "Hopes?"
"I came from a democratic age. And I find an aristocratic tyranny!"
"Well, -- but you are the chief tyrant."
Graham shook his head.
"Well," said Ostrog, "take the general question. It is the way that change has always travelled. Aristocracy, the prevalence of the best -- the suffering and extinction of the unfit, and so to better things."
"But aristocracy! those people I met --"
"Oh! not those!" said Ostrog. "But for the most part they go to their death. Vice and pleasure! They have no children. That sort of stuff will die out. If the world keeps to one road, that is, if there is no turning back. An easy road to excess, convenient Euthanasia for the pleasure seekers singed in the flame, that is the way to improve the race!"
This above pretty much highlights the opinion and world view of the self proclaimed 'elite' and eugenicists today. As Wells was in these same sort of circles and believed in the principles of 'survival of the fittest', it is my belief that this chapter actually reflects a duality of character within Wells. On the one side there was this part of him which felt the need to support what was morally right, and on the other, a pull to do what he felt was logically right.
Put into perspective with the earlier talk of 'dreaming' and of different states of consciousness it is not completely radical to believe that this conversation is actually internally within the authors own head, or that Ostrog is Wells in his adulthood speaking internally with his more youthful and idealistic self.
This conversation continues:
"Don't you trouble about these things," he said. Everything will be settled in a few days now. The Crowd is a huge foolish beast. What if it does not die out? Even if it does not die, it can still be tamed and driven. I have no sympathy with servile men. You heard those people shouting and singing two nights ago. They were taught that song. If you had taken any man there in cold blood and asked why he shouted, he could not have told you. They think they are shouting for you, that they are loyal and devoted to you. Just then they were ready to slaughter the Council. To-day -- they are already murmuring against those who have overthrown the Council."
"No, no," said Graham. "They shouted because their lives were dreary, without joy or pride, and because in me -- in me -- they hoped."
"And what was their hope? What is their hope? What right have they to hope? They work ill and they want the reward of those who work well. The hope of mankind -- what is it? That some day the Over-man may come, that some day the inferior, the weak and the bestial may be subdued or eliminated. Subdued if not eliminated. The world is no place for the bad, the stupid, the enervated. Their duty -- it's a fine duty too! -- is to die. The death of the failure! That is the path by which the beast rose to manhood, by which man goes on to higher things."
Ostrog took a pace, seemed to think, and turned on Graham. "I can imagine how this great world state of ours seems to a Victorian Englishman. You regret all the old forms of representative government -- their spectres still haunt the world, the voting councils and parliaments and all that eighteenth century tomfoolery You feel moved against our Pleasure Cities. I might have thought of that, -- had I not been busy. But you will learn better. The people are mad with envy -- they would be in sympathy with you. Even in the streets now, they clamour to destroy the Pleasure Cities. But the Pleasure Cities are the excretory organs of the State, attractive places that year after year draw together all that is weak and vicious, all that is lascivious and lazy, all the easy roguery of the world, to a graceful destruction. They go there, they have their time, they die childless, all the pretty silly lascivious women die childless, and mankind is the better. If the people were sane they would not envy the rich their way of death. And you would emancipate the silly brainless workers that we have enslaved, and try to make their lives easy and pleasant again. Just as they have sunk to what they are fit for. "He smiled a smile that irritated Graham oddly. "You will learn better. I know those ideas; in my boyhood I read your Shelley and dreamt of Liberty. There is no liberty, save wisdom and self control. Liberty is within -- not without. It is each man's own affair. Suppose -- which is impossible -- that these swarming yelping fools in blue get the upper hand of us, what then? They will only fall to other masters. So long as there are sheep Nature will insist on beasts of prey. It would mean but a few hundred years' delay. The coming of the aristocrat is fatal and assured. The end will be the Over-man -- for all the mad protests of humanity. Let them revolt, let them win and kill me and my like. Others will arise -- other masters. The end will be the same."
And you think this view of society isn't shared by the people in power?
At the same time, Ostrog is preparing for yet more civil unrest, this time directed at himself after he has done nothing to change the status-quo for ordinary people (not that he had ever intended on doing so if you read the last few paragraphs.) What is interesting is that he intends on bringing in the yellow and black clad 'negro police' to quell the next rebellion.
Graham, the more deliberately judicial for the stirring emotions he felt, asked if there had been any fighting. "A little," said Ostrog. "In one quarter only. But the Senegalese division of our African agricultural police -- the Consolidated African Companies have a very well drilled police -- was ready, and so were the aeroplanes. We expected a little trouble in the continental cities, and in America. But things are very quiet in America. They are satisfied with the overthrow of the Council For the time."
"Why should you expect trouble?" asked Graham abruptly. "There is a lot of discontent -- social discontent." "The Labour Company?" "You are learning," said Ostrog with a touch of surprise. "Yes. It is chiefly the discontent with the Labour Company. It was that discontent supplied the motive force of this overthrow -- that and your awakening." "Yes?" Ostrog smiled. He became explicit. "We had to stir up their discontent, we had to revive the old ideals of universal happiness -- all men equal -- all men happy -- no luxury that everyone may not share -- ideas that have slumbered for two hundred years. You know that? We had to revive these ideals, impossible as they are -- in order to overthrow the Council. And now --" "Well?" "Our revolution is accomplished, and the Council is overthrown, and people whom we have stirred up remain surging. There was scarcely enough fighting . . . We made promises, of course. It is extraordinary how violently and rapidly this vague out-of-date humanitarianism has revived and spread. We who sowed the seed even, have been astonished. In Paris, as I say -- we have had to call in a little external help." "And here?" "There is trouble. Multitudes will not go back to work. There is a general strike. Half the factories are empty and the people are swarming in the Ways. They are talking of a Commune. Men in silk and satin have been insulted in the streets. The blue canvas is expecting all sorts of things from you.... Of course there is no need for you to trouble. We are setting the Babble Machines to work with counter suggestions in the cause of law and order. We must keep the grip tight; that is all." Graham thought. He perceived a way of asserting himself. But he spoke with restraint. "Even to the pitch of bringing a negro police," he said. "They are useful," said Ostrog. "They are fine loyal brutes, with no wash of ideas in their heads -- such as our rabble has. The Council should have had them as police of the Ways, and things might have been different.After this long conversation, Graham tries to assert his power as 'King' of the world by saying he does not want any negroes in London. "I have been thinking about these negroes. I don't believe the people intend any hostility to me, and, after all, I am the Master. I do not want any negroes brought to London. It is an archaic prejudice perhaps, but I have peculiar feelings about Europeans and the subject races. Even about Paris --" Ostrog stood watching him from under his drooping brows." I am not bringing negroes to London," he said slowly." But if --" "You are not to bring armed negroes to London, whatever happens," said Graham. "In that matter I am quite decided." Ostrog, after a pause, decided not to speak, and bowed deferentially.
Chapter 20 - 23
Towards the end of the novel, Graham decides that he ought to help with the plight of the everyday man and goes out to live with the lower-classes in disguise. It is only towards the end that Graham realises that Ostrog uses Grahams absence as a way to try and overthrow and take ultimate power by the use of the negroid police.
He rushes back to the hall of Atlas to confront Ostrog.
They had scarcely advanced ten paces from the curtain before a little panel to the left of the Atlas rolled up, and Ostrog, accompanied by Lincoln and followed by two black and yellow clad negroes, appeared crossing the remote corner of the hall, towards a second panel that was raised and open. "Ostrog," shouted Graham, and at the sound of his voice the little party turned astonished. Ostrog said something to Lincoln and advanced alone. Graham was the first to speak. His voice was loud and dictatorial. "What is this I hear?" he asked. "Are you bringing negroes here -- to keep the people down?" "It is none too soon," said Ostrog. "They have been getting out of hand more and more, since the revolt. I under-estimated --" "Do you mean that these infernal negroes are on the way?" "On the way. As it is, you have seen the people -- outside?" "No wonder! But -- after what was said. You have taken too much on yourself, Ostrog." Ostrog said nothing, but drew nearer. "These negroes must not come to London," said Graham. "I am Master and they shall not come." Ostrog glanced at Lincoln, who at once came towards them with his two attendants close behind him. "Why not?" asked Ostrog. "White men must be mastered by white men. Besides --" "The negroes are only an instrument." "But that is not the question. I am the Master. I mean to be the Master. And I tell you these negroes shall not come." "The people --" "I believe in the people." "Because you are an anachronism. You are a man out of the Past -- an accident. You are Owner perhaps of half the property in the world. But you are not Master. You do not know enough to be Master." He glanced at Lincoln again. "I know now what you think -- I can guess something of what you mean to do. Even now it is not too late to warn you. You dream of human equality -- of a socialistic order -- you have all those worn-out dreams of the nineteenth century fresh and vivid in your mind, and you would rule this age that you do not understand." "Listen!" said Graham. "You can hear it -- a sound like the sea. Not voices -- but a voice. Do you altogether understand?" "We taught them that," said Ostrog. "Perhaps. Can you teach them to forget it? But enough of this! These negroes must not come." There was a pause and Ostrog looked him in the eyes. "They will," he said. "I forbid it," said Graham. "They have started." "I will not have it." "No," said Ostrog. "Sorry as I am to follow the method of the Council -- . For your own good -- you must not side with disorder. And now that you are here -- . It was kind of you to come here." Lincoln laid his hand on Graham's shoulder. Abruptly Graham realized the enormity of his blunder in coming to the Council House. He turned towards the curtains that separated the hall from the antechamber. The clutching hand of Asano intervened. In another moment Lincoln had grasped Graham's cloak.
Betrayed, there is a scuffle and eventually Ostrog gets away on an aircraft, the novel ends with Graham in pursuit of Ostrog in his own craft which he crashes and ends up killing himself. Essentially then, if my theory on this story of Graham and Ostrog being different dualities inside Wells psyche, the survivor is the eugenicist elitist Wells, and not the humanist Victorian we came to respect throughout the novel.
But what is most interesting in the last parts of this story is the use of ethnic minorities to quell the crowd. I'm not suggesting that Western nations are going to start hiring black mercenaries to defend the elite, but think what multiculturalism has done in Western society and how it has completely destroyed our individual national sovereignty and cultural expressions. When Ostrog says that the negroes are 'just a tool', I don't think it is complete coincidence that today it is also forced mass-migration which has brought about our own societies to a state of collapse and fragmentation. This fragmentation has prevented and continues to prevent working class unity, and it will continue to do so. Whilst they have the slaves all sitting at home blaming each other for various ailments of society, the ones who stand to benefit from the situation and get away with it scott free, are our globalist banking friends who infiltrate society by stealth.
Now think back to when we saw Jupiter in the hall of Atlas, an occultist representation of high consciousness combined with ultimate human attainment. It was when Graham had been formally recognized as King, but at that point he was completely unaware that he was being betrayed and lied to by Ostrog who he trusted, and the secret society which he represented.
So putting this all together, I would say that Wells saw the best way of human development going forward was for the people to trust and believe in a gullible front man who believes he holds power, which in reality really leaves all the decision making to a logical, eugenics inspired secretive bunch who operate behind the scenes. In truth there was not much different in terms of Government between the original council of twelve and Ostrog's final Governmental approach except in as much as that the people allowed themselves to be duped and believed they had a choice.
And that pretty much sums up everything about the modern world. This whole book pretty much represents the modern world today, whether or not I'm right about the occult links or not.
The people are deliberately dumbed down, taught to love pleasure instead of the pursuit of knowledge, and ultimately are tricked into participating in their own slavery whilst thinking they have a democratic ability to change things.
Anyway, I hope you have enjoyed reading this, I am aware I've probably made a few mistakes but I think you'll agree that this is extremely heavy going.
Please leave any comments at the bottom, I'd be really interested to know peoples feedback.
