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by Steve Curtin

The great writer and teacher Vernon Howard once said, “Human sickness is so severe that few can bare to look at it, but those who do will become well.” I often wonder, as I wander through a crowd of half-retarded, diseased people, if this sickness is something most people repress in their minds, or if they themselves are so aloof, so accustomed to it, they don’t even notice it. For me, it’s not just something I’m reminded of from time to time; it’s something that, perhaps because of my current environment, I find impossible to ignore. It is all around me.

Perhaps what Howard meant when he said that by observing the sickness one becomes well is that you see the causes of this sickness in the way others live their lives, and you endeavor to be alive, to be awake, to be well by not mimicking the behavior. If that’s so, then it is something I connect with on a very deep level.

Perhaps Jiddu Krishnamurti meant something similar when he said, “It is no measure of health to be well-adjusted to a profoundly sick society.” There is no doubt that this society is profoundly sick, and it is not a society I want to be well adjusted to. Most people, unable or unwilling to see the sickness, would find one’s desire to disconnect from society to be a form of mental illness, but for me it is the only way I can ever become well.

Of course there are many who have disconnected from society and were, perhaps coincidentally or perhaps not, a few cards short of a deck. Ted Kaczynski comes to mind, although few know he was a product of a CIA mind control experiment known as MKUltra. I digress. Were they crazy because they were truly crazy, or crazy simply because they broke away from the hive and refused to conform?

But the sickness is all around me. As I walk down the hallway at my job; as I go to the supermarket; as I watch TV. I walk by people who are morbidly obese, often so obese they’re using scooters to cart themselves around, or using a cane to walk, carrying around obtrusive cellulite that can only be described as unnatural looking. They carry their lungs around with them in oxygen tanks. Even if they’re not heinously fat, almost everyone has a look of emptiness in their eyes, their mouths hanging open; awake physically but mentally, spiritually, completely unconscious. Welcome to Costco, I love you. On the off chance that I’m actually watching TV – on a break at work, or at a relative’s house (I disconnected my cable) – the advertisements are so utterly idiotic, I feel myself dumber by watching them. The message almost never is, this is why you should buy this product. The message is, it’s awesome to be retarded. You relate this this retardedness, and so you want to buy their product. If there's more to it than that, I don't get it.

I feel in no way superior to these people. I understand that they are victims of a very effective, coordinated, and sophisticated social engineering program, where they are slowly chemically lobotomized from the time they are born, given a worthless education where subservience and obedience and hive mentality is indoctrinated into them, taught to worship celebrity, and revel in ignorance, distraction, and trivium. I understand the psychology behind this, that their ego identities have been very carefully crafted, so that anyone who thinks differently than them are severely ostracized, and anyone who tries to point all of this out to them, no matter how thoroughly and elegantly, is laughed at and ridiculed, their egos only empowered by their sense of superiority over the kooks and the conspiracy theorists and the America haters, now commonly referred to as domestic terrorists.

I’ve now come to the point where I understand what Gandhi meant when he said, “Be the change you wish to see in the world.” It’s similar to what Jesus meant when he said, “Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye?” Yes, society is sick. Yes, people are diseased. Yes, they deserve to be healthy, alive, and free. But who can provide this for them if not themselves? I think the people, whether they believe this or not, have had enough of other people living their own lives for them. And besides, as H.L. Mencken said, “The urge to save humanity is almost always a false front for the urge to rule.” Isn’t this what has brought us to this sorry state in the first place? People wishing to rule others; others demanding that someone rule them, save them. And do you truly wish to save them, or is it an unconscious desire to make yourself feel superior by demonstrating how much more you know than they do?

Further, we in the truth movement (whatever that is) are fond of insisting that people see what is apparently so very obvious and hidden in plain sight; but if this is so, why do those we think are asleep need anyone to point it out to them? And who appointed you the representative for all that is true and just? Sure, people deserve truth. They deserve freedom. They deserve life. All sentient beings do. I don’t mean to inundate this treatise with quotes from other people, but, said Voltaire, “It is hard to free fools from the chains they revere.” And that is the genius of this scientific dictatorship: the elite have devised a system where not only do the slaves willingly install their own yokes, but they love being slaves; they defend their slavery like a wounded mother bear.

It is difficult to arrive at the conclusion that fighting the system involves a certain level of enslavement to it. How can fighting for freedom paradoxically involve making you a slave? You are taught that fighting tyranny is your heritage, your American lifeblood. But the elite have co-opted our republic and slowly replaced it with a system that, while appearing to be the same, is actually cleverly designed to make the people think they still have the power, the control, and the choice, whereas only the illusion of choice exists. The more you fight, the more inured you become within the system, because the people in power do not hold public office. You cannot elect new leaders who will better represent you. You only elect the puppets for the ones with the real control: the banksters who literally own the global money supply. Those of us in the know understand that every dollar in existence is debt; you may be holding it, you may think you’ve earned it, but it is owed to the institution that created it and loaned it out at interest. People know this, particularly those in the End the Fed movement, and yet they somehow feel that it is possible to annihilate their oligarchy by voting the right people in, who will inevitably become a servant of the printing press, or be destroyed, even murdered.

If you wish to continue participating in this slave farm, that of course is your right. As obvious as I personally think this criminal matrix is, I again must ask myself: if it’s that obvious, why don’t more people see it? How can I make someone see something that should be as clear as the sun or the full moon in the sky? Indeed I cannot. The more I demand they do, the more hardened their ego becomes; the less likely they will be willing to see, and the more my own ego will become dominant, as I develop a false sense of superiority over other “less enlightened” people. As Jeremiah says, they have eyes but do not see. Read: do not see, not can not see. And so, understanding Gandhi, understanding Jesus, I take my life, and my life alone, into my own hands, and I walk. I do not know where I will end up. All I know is, it will be someplace far from the sight of human sickness, or at least someplace where involvement in this profoundly sick society is kept to a minimum. This is not out of hatred, or disgust, but simply for my own personal peace of mind and wellness. I would do more for others if I could, but the horse, though led to the water, is not obliged to drink it.

I would give the same advice to you, without demanding you heed, without questioning your sense if you do not. Your life is the only life you have any control over, and you are the only one who has any real control over your life. Even if your urge to save humanity isn’t a false front for the urge to control people, it not only strengthens the ego of those you think you are trying to save, attempting to shatter a paradigm they’ve been comfortable in, indeed addicted to, their entire lives, but the false sense of superiority you inevitably feel by “knowing better” than they do will only strengthen your own ego as well, and the ego is the antithesis of consciousness. I wish to cultivate my true nature, to nourish consciousness, and thus diminish suffering and evil in the world. May all of us, as individuals, become conscious, and experience the peace, freedom, and tranquility that inevitably come with it. Then, as individuals, we will realize that we are not really individuals, not separate, but are One.