Globusz^® Publishing 

In your ignorance, in your blindness, in your fear, you do what you feel you need to do. But for most people, the need to do has been dropped off; it’s simply that they do what they feel they need.

You go around and you worry more about your business deal. To you, whether or not you make six figures a year is all that matters. You give up your family you give up your comfort. You condemn anyone who gets between you and what you want.

And every time you take that step, every time you turn your face away from somebody that isn’t like you, every time you look the other way to injustice, every time you let your fear control you, every time you let your fear control someone else, every time you pass it on like a virus. Every time you pass this on, it’s like sneezing and giving someone a cold every time your fear or your prejudice passes to someone else. Because you think: that is the way it needs to be. And then something happens.

Every time any of those things are done, it’s like you press on a switch.

Now think about humanity, okay. Think about the state of society and the state of the world, right now. Think about how many times a day your average person — one person — will do these things. All right? Think about it. Think about your average sleeping, dreaming, walking, waking person, who isn’t aware that there is another option, who isn’t aware that there’s a choice, who thinks that what they’ve been taught and told is all there is. Think about that.

All right, and let’s imagine it, all right. Someone wakes up, and they walk away from their family or whatever, and take someone’s head off because they’re late for work, and if they’re five minutes late, their boss might not give them the promotion that they need. You know, they brush off their children because they think that the only important thing in the world is that promotion.

Click.

Every time they close their eyes to differences or pain, every time they make it “someone else’s problem”. Maybe a coworker, maybe a neighbor, maybe someone who simply needs help, maybe their skin is darker or lighter, and they turn away. “You know, all of those people are like that.”

Click.

They brush off someone who wants to be their friend, someone they might be able to learn from, because “Well, I can’t be seen with that person. What will it do to my reputation?”

Click.

They sacrifice their own awareness to fit in, to be safe, to be comfortable, accepted, to be a part of the Concept.

Click.

They might be able to be aware of things. They might be able to learn something. They’re very close to epiphany. They close to understand. But then the person that they stop to listen to, they start saying things that other people may not agree with. And so the listening stops. The exclusion, the refusal, the fear that turns, always, so easily to hate when anything threatens the accepted worldview, the always-held belief, it begins.

Click.

Now, you think about every person... think about how many times a day that happens. Now think about six billion people. How many flipped switches is that? And since you know what I saw, you probably feel a little bit at least like I feel.

I’m sick with it, I’m sick in anticipation of even saying it.

Every time you throw a switch, you’re powering this thing you’ve created. Somewhere that you can’t see it, either because you don’t choose to look and it’s proverbially hiding in plain sight, or maybe because it’s between the walls of reality.

Surface tension—sometimes I think that the walls between realities are only comprised of surface tension, like the surface of water is only comprised of surface tension—it’s thin, and nonexistent in places, but somewhere, curtained by this, is this thing that you’ve created. And it stands there, towering over you. A modern angel of death — Trin said the angel of genocide. I think she learned that somewhere: Azrael.

Not a god, a machine, because even though human beings have created god, and some people... the logic goes that if God created Man in his own image, Man created Machine in his. You can follow that train of thought, I think.

What you’ve created is a mechanical angel of death.

And there it is, shielded from your eyes. Something is right in plain sight and it was invisible. It towers over you with a thousand eyes. And every time one of the eyes blinks, every time one of the eyes blinks, something dies.

It’s aware and sentient, but it only exists for the purpose it exists for. It’s not going to move, it’s not going to break free of its moorings to slaughter you. It simply creates a death by its existence.

And you know what? You created it. You’re still creating it. Death and destruction, means opportunity and devastation — plenty to go around for all of you. This is, instead of stopping it, instead of being aware, instead of saying, “Oh my god, look what’s happening!”... Not only are you oblivious to it because you’ve turned off that part of your mind, that part of your consciousness, that part of your awareness, that might sense that something’s there even if you can’t see it. When you dream, you might be able to see in Technicolor but you aren’t seeing what’s there, you’re seeing what you want to see.

Not only are you not seeing it or feeling it, not only are you oblivious to the death and dying and destruction around you. People are dying and killing each other, simply because they’re afraid — fear is at the root of everything, I’ve said that. It is the great ’beating heart’, which drives humanity. Instead of being driven by your common humanity, you’re driven by your fear. The root of all hatred, the root of all destruction, the root of the End that I have seen — the reason I’m here — is fear.

So, as you walk by, going to Starbucks, going to work, going to school, going to the mall, you walk past this horrible thing. And instead of being aware of what’s happening, you say, “Well, if I knew, I’d pull the plug! I wouldn’t stand there and allow the existence of something that’s causing this destruction.”

And it hulks there, and what you’re doing is feeding it. Blind.

Nothing can survive without power, be it a man or a machine. Just like a man cannot survive without eating, this machine-god as it were cannot survive without power. Instead of pulling the plug, every day and every minute somebody flips the switch that sends it juice.

You all are running it. Like a giant windmill powered by a hamster wheel, billions of you, running, to keep it going, to keep those eyes blinking. And it stands there, with enough of a sense to seem almost well pleased, hulking to the sky, and no one has any idea.

Every time you flip open your cell phone, it means money comes before love and fear comes before truth. You feed it.

And the blood of all the people who are killed because they’re different — they’re killed because the majority fears them, because the concept has taught that to be different is to go against the pack mentality is on everyone’s hands. It is on your hands too. If you helped to build the guillotine, isn’t the blood of everyone who was killed by it on your hands to an extent?

It’s not something that is happening outside of you. It’s not something that’s happening down the street, or around the block or across the country or over the ocean. It happens next door, the next street over, it happens right where you’re standing.

Fear. And out of your fear, you have created a monster. You’ve created another machine-god.

For a long time, I’ve had the image, the impulse, of them worshipping the old gods again. A layer over layer vision in the city about the hybrid electric buses running on the tracks there, you know, half of them ripped open and hulking in the nuclear winter. I’ve said, at the end of the world, the guy with the last cell phone will be Christ. People will cling to anything that’s familiar. They’ll cling to anything that reminds them of what they used to find important. Instead of evolving, instead of moving forward, finding new importance, they cling to the old.

And that is why taking someone out of the Matrix, out of the System, means nothing. I talked about this last night. Changing the mindset, changing the mind — that’s what’s important. Otherwise, the cycle simply repeats itself.

I read a Stephen King novel a few years ago, Insomnia. Not quoting, simply using the two characters as the best example that’s immediately accessible... in a world where popular culture reigns.

In any case, they had the ability to see up on a higher level, see things that existed a level above them. And there was one point where they were standing outside a place where there was a huge slaughter coming, and there were hordes of bugs — translucent, slug-like, revolting creatures that made them both want to throw up and scream for help. Hideous things. And all of the people walking around, you know, passing out armbands, the cameramen setting up cable lines for the news that night — no one saw it. No one saw it at all.

And these bugs, they would step on them and they would explode in a shower of guts. One of them, I think, crawled into someone’s hair. And they scratched it and it exploded. They crawled up their pants, on their legs and down their shirts and over them like leeches and no one saw it. Except those two, no one saw it at all. They were oblivious — thinking about ratings or press or publicity, success, anything — anything but perception. Anything but the perception of what is.

And, ladies and gentlemen, that’s what’s going on. You have created your own god of death. And it towers there, blinking, in the midst of your cities, in the midst of your ignorance, in the midst of your blindness — a horrifying, horrible thing.

And there you stand, oblivious.

I think that maybe now, you can understand why I came out of that one, and half my hair had turned gray.