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The Inbred Leadership of the Georgia Guidestones
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It would seem that the leadership of the world in nothing more than bankrupt, like inbred children fighting over their father’s abusive affections. What many would like to call environmentalism is often nothing more than subverted effort towards ecofascism.
While the world precariously tips towards bankruptcy as a harbinger for some sacrificial bloodbath to come, there seems to be little doubt regarding the stifling closets of royalty. They regard humanity as little more than a yoked vestige suitable for euthanasia, should it suit them best.
Noticeably striking is the true lack of leadership. With oligarchies of the world capable of retiring for thousands of years off of their past inheritances and contemporary fortunes, there is no impetus towards directing the world into a new age, with respect and intelligent regard for all life.
Technological innovation eludes them strikingly, as they dim wittingly look for some holy grail in some tortured form of post-humanism. They do not see the big picture: consciousness...
Metaphorically or not, sacrificing humanity upon some alter of Molech, lacks credibility. Molech is the god of inbreds fighting against their myopic defects, in the same way
a drunkard would cut upon themselves. It’s leader is a jealous god the rips at its own flesh, and chokes upon its own very own life amidst the drunken confusions of lust.
Yet humanity unwittingly hold the keys to its own emancipation intuitively, in such a way, that the perversity of the worlds leadership will never be able uncover in the wake of Dionysus. Neither Molech or Dionysus emerge as environmental stewards fit to either suffer tilling the earth or picking the fruits of humanity’s cornucopia.
Consciousness is where true leadership is at. This is the crux of the matter.
It matters not whether one can play the cello or any other great instrument like the masters. The performer who plays, and the ego upon which is such things is glorified is baseless.
That we can hear such music written upon our hearts, in our minds eye, is proof enough that we ourselves can behold the firmaments of the heavens with very little energy. Inside all of us consciousness knows no boundaries. It is proof enough of our collective credibility and inheritance upon which our true fortunes are built.
That humanity can be humble, firm, and resolute. That the meek shall inherit the earth. Such righteousness transcends. That we can look up towards the stars and recognize our true role, it is perhaps only then that we will find ourselves fit to lead.
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