By Bronte Baxter
“No man made a greater mistake than he who did nothing because he could only do a little.”
~ Edmond Burke
In the last article I wrote about the nature of truth to reveal itself, in spite of the nature of deceivers to hide it. I argued that truth is stronger than lies, because truth stands on its own while lies need artificial structures to hold them up, structures that, not being natural, collapse eventually.
It may seem like mankind has labored forever under the illusions that bind us, but a few thousand years of human history is little in the broad expanse of time. We are in our infancy as a race, and like children, we believed in Santa Claus. But the children are growing up.
Lots of readers write in about their concerns, whether mankind will wake up in time to save itself from the catastrophes we hear predicted on all sides. But I don’t share those dire visions, and no one has to accept them, not even those of us aware of the global conspiracy. In fact, the more we envision bad things happening, the more likely they are to happen, if quantum physics is right in saying that we influence outcomes through our thoughts.
Of course, the global elite has plans to establish a fascist global government. Those plans cannot materialize without people’s support. Granted, they’re programming the public mind, through media propaganda, New Age religion, television and many other means to accept and even like the idea of global government, giving up personal freedoms for the sake of “peace” and security. But working against this is the awakening human consciousness. People are questioning things that humans never questioned before. Religions that have ruled unchallenged for centuries are failing to retain believers and have to change drastically or risk dying out. People who never questioned the integrity of their government are researching on the Internet for find alternative explanations to what they view as bogus on the mainstream news.
We humans are not so sharp that we suddenly wake up and see the light. We wake in phases, in waves, like a sleeper rising from the depths of the night’s sleep, resting on higher and higher shelves of awareness. Eventually we open our eyes and realize it’s morning.
We wake up from one dogma to another, one illusion to another. We see through the fraud of Christianity, then spend years stuck in Buddhism. We see through the lies of Bush and give our trust to Obama. It does mean we’re suckers in a sense, and it can look discouraging, as if mankind is incapable of learning. But every time we shift from one false belief to another, we’re shifting up, rolling onto a higher shelf of wakefulness. We’ve seen through one lie and fallen for another, but our experience in seeing through the first is experience we carry with us into the second: we won’t be duped for as long the second time.
Certainly in my own life, awakening has been a gradual process, a movement from one set of beliefs to one a little wiser, each shift in paradigm getting closer to the truth. I have to think it’s like that for all of us. And even for those who seem to never change, who can say they aren’t like eggs, appearing lifeless and lacking in awareness, only one day, in their own good time, to burst upon the world, brilliant wonders?
The worst thing we can do, once we become aware of the New World Order, is to accept that its achievement is a given. The global elite does have dire intentions, but those are not as threatening to our welfare as our own dire thoughts. Those who would control us cannot do so without our consent. If they could, they would have established a global fascist state long ago. To succeed, first they must lure our minds into seeing their plans as good or as inevitable. The people who can’t see through them support them by going along with their programs and ideas. Those of us who do see through them inadvertently support their efforts when we regard their success as unavertable.
We need to tap our inner resources of self-determination and hope. More than hope, intention. We need to envision the world righting itself, the public waking up and saying “no” to our seducers. We need to look at the signs of spring that are popping up everywhere through the hard cover of mankind’s long winter, and find there encouragement. “We linger in winter when it is already spring,” said Thoreau.
Last summer my neighbors and I, who live in a rural community, learned that a government agency had clandestinely bought nearly a thousand acres of property next to our town that they intended to turn into a sprawling industrial city. One little old lady first discovered this, and quietly went door to door, cane in hand, passing out homemade fliers to the neighbors. This caught the attention of four women who had some experience with political activism. They organized a meeting, and whole troops of people started knocking on doors.
When the first public meeting was held about the project, 300 people showed up and loudly protested. Then we got a petition going and collected 2,000 signatures, many of those by standing outside the health food store in the nearest large city and telling shoppers what the invading agency was attempting. The newspaper stopped calling us “a small group of rural residents” as they realized we had expanded our ranks to include the whole county, which was rising in outrage at the bold attempt at destruction of local lands.
The agency held a meeting to explain their intentions and why their plan was good for all of us. They served coffee and fancy cookies and passed out slick, thick, colorful booklets summarizing the “study” they had done on why our community was the perfect and only suitable site for their project. They told us they’d bring us jobs. They tuned down our microphones so only their side could be heard. They refused to let us handle the microphones, and held them in front of our faces so we could be cut off if we became too “negative.”
But the people refused to take the manipulation. We stood up and told them that cookies and coffee and expensive, corporate-looking booklets targeting us as the perfect victims were not going to persuade us. We held up signs of protest, and one man in the audience, a former local official, asked for a public vote. We called them on their manipulation of the mike. And we told them with passion, that we, the people, would not give up our homes or surrender our beautiful countryside to their greed. We told them to go make a stink hole in their own back yard. And we jeered and we cheered and we booed.
When enough flies sting you at a picnic, you get up and move. A human is big and a fly is small, but when insects join together to make a nuisance, they are powerful indeed. We learned this week that the agency has given up its plans to create an industrial city in our county. Now they just want to cut their losses and get out.
This is the power “the little people” have when they stand together, when they image the outcome they want, hold firm in their will to accomplish it, and refuse to take no for an answer. This is the outcome that results from refusing to be controlled by the big guys.
Everyone said it was hopeless that our little bunch of rural folk could persuade a big power like the one we were fighting. But we did it. The flies won.
Remember the fable of the mighty lion that got caught in a snare? All the other big animals grieved, knowing he would never get out. They thought his fate was sealed. But in the night before the hunters came to check the snare and take away the lion, a cadre of little mice came scurrying out of the grass and gnawed through the heavy ropes that held the beast. He was freed.
Mankind is like the lion. The hunters are the global elite. The snare is the New World Order, and in many ways it has already fastened itself about us. The problem can’t be solved on a macroscopic level, by anyone big. But the little people, “the mice,” working in a grassroots manner, can gnaw through the ropes that threaten to enslave humanity and to kill the spark in every human heart. We do this by determination and by sharing the truth we’ve discovered. Knowledge is the teeth that cuts through the ropes of ignorance.
We win by being little, by quietly making our difference. We don’t attract big fanfare. We quietly whisper the news. And we whisper it far and wide, as every mouse in earshot is needed to make the rescue succeed. The mice are the people who’ve woken up. We can save the lion. Indeed, we must, or nothing will save him.
What would happen if the mice in the story had sadly shaken their heads at the inevitable fate of the beast? What would have happened to my community if the old lady with the cane had heard about the agency’s sneaky project, sighed, and thought how very sad and discouraging it all was?
We who are awakening don’t have the luxury of sighing and being discouraged. We have to summon our strength and our will and decide to stop this thing. We have to determine to stop the New World Order. Not by shouting loudly and being martyrs, but by whispering. When enough of humanity has heard the whisper, then we can descend en mass on our governments, media, corporations and other control networks and collectively demand our freedoms. That is up the road. And we will know what to do, and how to do it, when the time approaches.
For now we whisper, as we image and will into manifestation our intended outcome. We will to put an end to our collective nightmare. We will for our brothers and sisters to wake up. We whisper in their ear and gently shake them. As the dawn approaches, we know that their sleep can’t last for long.
The mice who’ve been discouraged must take hope, stop shaking their heads, and start spreading the news, ever so quietly. No more saying “the New World Order can’t be stopped.” All that ever mattered will implode if we give up. Failure is not an option.
© Bronte Baxter 2008
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