by Richard S. Shaver

Part I – The Ancient Earth – cont.

Now, the “Sea People” were ourselves, long and long ago. They have a familiar appearance to us. Their omnipresent humor, their several tongues, are all familiar things. There is also something indescribable (like the thrill in a boat’s wake behind you) that gives a feeling of kinship, like meeting a long-lost brother, with the sea people.

I feel the sea people came first from space and made their home in Earth’s seas and loved the place like home.

There is really no single reason for this; it is just a feeling. The sea people, as well as the larger Cyclopeans, have a singular thrilling something. One feels they are “star people”. But there is no way to prove such a feeling.

I think it springs from the vast art works and shapings of Earth’s surface. One feels that natives would never have changed things so much.

Their immense technology gives rise to this opinion, too. One feels that it took ages of life on many older planets before they came here having so much know-how.

One feels that the whole Earth was shaped into one vast space-port—a sort of planet-wide park for the vast space ships to have a place big enough and lovely enough to stretch their legs in any direction.

The huge girl bathing in Victoria Falls would have had to be shaped there when the whole river was diverted or before there was a river. But it is only a feeling, like looking at a painting and knowing the painter was one born in Holland because of all the tulips.

The only point in question here is, “Did man develop space travel and his vast abilities from scratch, or did he acquire them from more ancient worlds out in space?” It is a question without any answer because he DID have space contact, however it first began.

One really doesn’t care whether the chicken came before the egg.

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The Sea People’s rock is different, there is more of it, it is older (in most cases it seems so, anyway), and it is more varied. It has its own singular grace and long-limbed fantastic beauty, a singularly different quality from landlubber rock books.

It is varied in its several sizes, too. One knows the Mers occurred in a variety of species, like fish of today are of many species and sizes.

It is rather obvious, once you learn something about the Sea People from a study of their rock, that they did develop book rock making in the oceans of Earth from small beginnings.

It seems so, by some of the very small and very basic picture rock one can find. But this could just as well be the work of school children learning the art.

The range of mer rock from these smallest, most basic to the highest state of intricate perfection; and the compact quality of condensation of much into little space is fantastic!

But it is never precisely obvious on more mature thought that the art did arise first on Earth. One feels it only seems so, perhaps because moderns have the feeling that nothing wonderful can ever be on this sad planet. But that feeling is modern, not antique.

So it is possible that it all began on Earth, but it doesn’t seem probable to a modern mind.

It is very possible that space travel began on Earth and then reached out to other worlds and built the vast space commerce. But it doesn’t seem quite probable.

One feels that it all came here full-fledged from a vast network of space-faring peoples of other worlds out there. The giants are a little too large to have been a product of a small planet. The littlest races seem too small to be in fact natives of Earth.

However, one’s whole sense of the size and appearance becomes out of whack in peering long hours at the many-sized images in rock books. So perhaps the giants were not quite that big, and the littles not quite that little.

However, unless the study of rock books becomes general and a vast new science springs from it, we will never know such fine points as who started what and where.

It may never be decided until we run into our cousins on the old space routes and they give us our own history intact and unwrecked by a falling moon.

Out there, we may be able to look it all up in their libraries. Personally, I think we had better do the work on our own planet first.

If we have a planet after the atomic war they keep on the brink of possibility.

In my place in Wisconsin I had some large mer stone with a traditional sort of “Eve” and her court. In this picture she had a back fin of formidable size, as well as leg fins and other “weird” appendages to her very evident beauty.

Numerous quite large and glittering fins were a mark of great beauty in those days.

So there was a tradition of “Eve” as the “First Mother” by some pictured layout and concept. But this also can be but the reflections of our own modern traditions in our own ignorant minds. In fact, she is probably a very definite individual, a certain famous person surrounded by her admirers and her servants and her friends. Such stones prove often to be like biographical portraitures, the lifetime of a person all condensed into one stone, and the babe as well as the oldster all the same person!

But I think they did conceive the first mother of men on this planet!

Perhaps because it was so, and the first mother of a colonist group new-landed would so portray and make much of the first mother—the “Eve” of the new race of Earth! (Refer to the legend of the Earth-Mother of Peru.)

Anyway, there is a vastness of time and change built into such pictures that is palpable. Much more so than modern ideas of what to put in a book, I often think.

There are many books. They show many varied races of Sea People, large ones and small ones and ones with plated scales like sturgeons, and others with no scales, as colorful as trout in motion.

One thinks that the Mer must be a cross-breed, a mixture of many races from many places in space, until one realizes that in nature these many varieties of life seldom cross breed.

We may, like the sparrows, be as cross-bred as that pugnacious English pest, but a strict study of the past seems to show that we are not. That is, the very oldest and most lovely are as familiar of face and form as Liz Taylor or Raquel Welch.

The ancient Mers sang, endlessly and beautifully. They sing in the legends of the mermaids, too, you may remember.

I had a letter from an Australian woman living on the coast. She said she could hear them singing out on the barrier reef, in the dark. One wonders, for such letters and tales are not isolated. I remember one of those globe girdlers coming in to Boston, I think it was. He told the newspaper that out in the middle of the ocean he could hear strange singing close, from the waves, and what he said he saw were mermaids! From a one-man boat.

I had a letter from an old timer who knew the ships in the old days of the whaling crews. He said the whalers talked of certain places in the ocean where they didn’t harpoon whales, but chased mermaids.

It may very well be that the last of all the Mers is right now dying in the Pacific oceans, of a white man’s disease, as so many of the Indians died.

While our Condons and our pedants of various kinds are so busy explaining away all the wonder of Earth, the wonder dies in the lonely reaches of the oceans and the deserts, of sheer estrangement from our “modern” world.

I myself am so estranged from it all I don’t really care any more what becomes of the people of Earth. They have turned their back on my way of thought and my way of life so often I can’t really feel I belong to them.

I don’t want to lump them all as book-burners and blue-noses, but it proves difficult, some days.

The Mers sang, endlessly and beautifully. If you want to know what they sang about and what was the melody, all you need to do is to pick up one of their stones and study the score that fills so many of them. Musical score is not hard to recognize, for it is made of processions of people with instruments. The positions of the arms and legs and their postures are the notes, BUT there are also notes somewhat like our modern score. Just how all this fits together with modern musical score, I don’t know. I can’t read that either.

But medievals could, and did, read antique musical score from stones. It was so written by more than one medieval writer. I noticed this in my own library researches, but assumed they were referring to rune stones. They weren’t, I know now.

Anyway, what modern knows what a rune stone really was, back when the rune readers read runes to foretell the future?

One assumes they contained the ruder runes of later Scandinavian and Norse times. But it is a pure assumption, too.

Mer stones are full of musical score, and one realizes that Mers had to be air breathers to be singers. One can hardly conceive of a gill and underwater breather developing a fancy for song.

So Mers must, like the whale and the seal, be of a life form that ONCE LIVED ON LAND and then returned to the water. The dolphin, the seal. . .there are a number of air-breathing water animals.

The Mer was evidently one of those, and indeed pictures show both types, and a regular intercourse between water people and land people went on, in trade and other things, like wives they had to carry home on their backs.

So it becomes more or less evident that land people were a mixture of sea peoples of several species, until one remembers that in nature these many varieties do not usually interbreed, and when they do the cross proves infertile like the mule.

There were Mers with twenty feet of graceful and powerful length. There seem to have been others no more than two feet, if that. One sees huge people untangling such little ones from their nets. . .with faces of sorrow and self-blame for causing a death.

From such expressions one learns of the ancient ways of gentle compassion and of a lack of modern kinds of cruelty and intolerance. It seems they all got along amazingly well in their variety.

And studying such pictures of huge people rescuing little people from dire peril one thinks of Biafra and the Nigerian cruelties to their Biafran “subjects”. Have men come so low, so much lower than their earlier ways of life? I think so!

They had wars, too. But to me their wars seem to have been with a huge sort of serpent people, not really Mers at all. I would certainly like to know what they will make of the rock books two hundred years from now, but knowing the pedants as I do I wouldn’t believe their interpretations anyway.

It seemed to me they all had too much to do to war with each other.

Then, too, one realizes that space commerce and other opportunity to expand into other worlds out in space took off the pressures we assume to have been present. They did not have our ways. They had the ways of people with space commerce and traditions of law and order much older and wiser than our own.

There were several distinct, highly developed, highly civilized species of Mers. One suspects that in still earlier times there were as many as we now have varieties of fish.

But the whole complex picture of a sea ecology organized around a vast population with its need for sea food is rather too much for me. One sees their vast sculptures and knows that a culture that produced such things knew what to do about ecology, and did it thoroughly.

If they hadn’t had things under control they wouldn’t have had the leisure to produce such things in such infinite variety.

The picture that emerges of the earliest times is one of strict control of every life form, as to numbers and kind and use. But, then, such a picture emerges when one studies the ecology of the wild life of a prairie!

I think they knew enough to build in this sort of interlocking control from the very beginning because they came from space and from worlds where such an infinite knowledge of how and why to handle life was ages old!

I think we still have such interlocking ecologic design BECAUSE it was a design from the very beginning, and certain writings and pictures beat out this “assumption”. That is, it is a lot more than assumption.

I think that the ignorance of modern men is totally destroying this ancient ecological structure, and that what we are going to have as a result of modern ignorance is a life not worth living anywhere, tormented as are city dwellers of today. And not only in the cities.

For instance, when you step off a path in Arkansas the ticks and chiggers eat you alive, mainly because the bird population was never a particular care in the minds of the people of Arkansas. But ticks and chiggers breed on cattle, don’t they?

Only when you don’t have enough cow birds and tick birds. . .

I saw a jay killing a tarantula once day and saw the same man in whose yard the tarantula was killed shooting blue jays. . . “because they eat eggs”.

All the same day.

He shoots squirrels, too, and preaches from the pulpit three times a week.

You know, I can’t shoot a squirrel since the day I noticed a squirrel had hands. They are very human-looking little hands, especially on a dead one you’ve shot.

I think such feelings are the ancient built-in law, the covenant that once ruled Earth, made it peaceful. To each his own and no others, was the covenant.

Today we don’t even know what the covenant was for, let alone what it was in words.

I think we KNOW what to do when we listen to our inner feelings. That is inherited memory remembering the covenant that once ruled us all.

But who am I to tell a preacher shooting blue jays that maybe he wouldn’t like the endless number of tarantulas if there were no blue jays to battle them?

I think the blue jay eats eggs because he can’t remember the covenant, either, which makes me some kind of nut, in modern parlance.

I still don’t like tarantulas, and you see them swarming over the road in their frequent migrations like hideous black carpet. You know, the big tarantulas eat baby birds, too. They probably can’t remember, either.

That may sound like humor, but what is happening to the life patterns of our Earth is not humorous. It is the tragedy of utter ignorance destroying its own environment.

And including the built-in memory our ancestors provided when they spent a million years or so making everlasting rock books for us.

They aren’t everlasting any more when they are cracked up into road gravel and the black top spread over the gravel. And they aren’t even a memory.

Ignorance is not a friend. It is a form of death, a disease, like retarded children. And we’ve got it, wherever we turn.

After spending fifteen years trying to tell just one ”scientist” there was such a thing as a rock book, without success, I would say there is considerable retardation around.

We don’t have to be ignorant of how things should go and could go on our world. And we don’t have to be ignorant of how to get out into space and learn other worlds.

But as long as we are so blind as never to notice there are writings and pictures of vast profundity in half our rocks lying about, we do have to be ignorant. It is the ignorance of the blind who never learned to read or even tried to hear. It is a total blindness, without Braille and without ears.

But they sure can talk.

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The whole complex picture of sea life of a completely different sort than one finds there today contains that element of unknowable and incalculable lengths of time and occurrence of unknown events.

Piling guess upon guess is a parlay too much like the gambling with facts that has gone on for centuries in this field of pre-history. I don’t want to indulge myself in this idiot’s game.

We do not have to guess any more. We can read the books written at the time it all occurred, by the people who were there at the time. All it takes is the initial effort of stooping over to look at a few “local” rocks.

I keep getting letters asking, “Are any of the varied types of Mers still living, hidden in the vastnesses of our oceans?” or words to the same effect.

Well, I genuinely believe that one of these days some scuba diver will take hold of a dangle of seaweed and find himself holding the arm of a Mer!

For one tradition of mer sea life was the art of camouflage. An army of Mers could exist before your eyes without your knowing it, they were so good at camouflage. They had to be, with killer whales and shark herds rampaging about. Besides other ancient threats that show so much larger than even the biggest of the Mers.

Mers wear seaweed, and duck into the nearest reef or bank or the bottom, to resemble the rest of the scene so naturally. This is a part of their art, too, this art of making things look like other things which permeates all their rock art. Pictures are always reversible and full of surprises, just as their life in the oceans was full of surprises.

But what will probably happen, if the Mers run true to their ancient deadly habits with enemies, is that the ram knife in their helmet will come into play before the scuba diver knows what hit him. At least, that’s the way it looks in the pictures; the Mer was not a milk-and-water diplomat.

Just as the monster of Loch Ness still goes his way unseen and untouched, so do the Mers of the ocean. . .if any still exist. And I believe there are still some Mers in our oceans, as undiscoverable as the rock books their ages of life on Earth produced so endlessly. Our kind stumbled over their rock books, piled them in “stone piles”, and made walls of them, without ever really looking at one. The same sort of blindness has probably hidden the existence of the Mers in our oceans. Who could tell another, if he did see one? He would not be believed.

Yes, I think Mers still exist. Just as I think the UFO exist, and that space ships speed by this Earth and its sun in far-spanning voyages, knowing more about us and our kind than we do about ourselves.

They know enough not to land where evil flourishes and such things as rock books lie unnoticed on every hillside.

I think all wonderful things exist, protected from evil only by their wonder and their beauty. . .and that has not been enough. Wonder and beauty and Earth itself are perishing of man’s utter pig-like ignorance. I think this utter and complete ignorance is a phenomenon of today, rather than of the “dark ages”.

Man is ignorant not from his own fault but from the effect of repeated moon-falls. Yes, we are ignorant beyond all reason’s power to relieve the condition. One can speak and neither be heard nor understood, just as the one-eyed man spoke in the valley of the blind, and had his eye put out for his trouble.

I think today is the time of the Tower of Babel much more so than the one spoken of in the Bible that is really a suspect substitute for the genuine, original Bible. The genuine Bible lies unnoticed in a rock pile.

Yes, I think our planet has become just such a hideous place of ignorant stupidities that no space ships ever come here any more because they cannot abide us and our ways and our blind stupidity, or our diseases and our cruelties and our Biafras and Vietnams.

We are a sick people on a world that we sicken, and while it is not precisely all our fault, still what could be done about it all never gets done.

I give you the rock books of true antiquity. What are you personally going to do about it? I will tell YOU—it is a simple enough tale.

You are going to ignore it, perhaps be entertained for a brief moment of real thought, and then you are going to put it out of your mind because you are too utterly lazy to go out into the field and hillsides and pick up a few stones for yourself!

You would be embarrassed to be caught with dirty hands and you would not want anyone to see you climbing a fence!

And to insist to a professor that such a thing as rock books existed would be to you unthinkable, wouldn’t it?

I want to quote some of the passages one can find where they say what happened to the Earth, without mentioning the cause specifically as a moon-fall. I don’t recall any of these writers mentioning the moon specifically as the “Satan” of Earth’s troubles. But they do so in many myths, and I recall accounts of the moon losing ice as it passed overhead so closely that whole surfaces of ice fell from the moon. This ice fall I failed to find in the rock books, which doesn’t mean it can’t be found there.

From page 275 of “Earth In Upheaval” by Velikovsky, I quote:

“Cities were overturned, epidemics left the dead piled in common graves; the pursuit of arts and commerce came to an abrupt end, empires ceased to exist. . .strata of earth, dust, and ashes yards thick covered the ruined cities. In many places the population was annihilated. . .climate changed. . .etc.”

Claude Schaeffer analyzed the archaeological finds of every place excavated from Troy at the Dardanelles over all Asia Minor, Armenia, the Caucasus, Persia, Syria, and Palestine to Egypt in Africa. He summarizes his extensive volume thus:

“Our inquiry has demonstrated that these periods of repeated crises which opened and closed the principal periods of the third and second millennia were not caused by the action of man. Far from it, because compared with the vastness of these all-embracing crises and their profound effects, the exploits of conquerors. . .would only appear insignificant.”

There is little use to quote a lot of these findings, and in fact there are only a few like Schaeffer who really do go into the repeated destructions and their non-man causes. They are included to show you that the moon-falls happened, and left innumerable traces of vast extent all over the world. They are always puzzled about, as no one seems to get around to realizing that the moon has been in an unstable orbit for perhaps its whole stay in our skies, and did in fact periodically carom off Earth.

All of them have to concur in the layers found in most digs, and that although the various layers would lead one to expect rich cities on top and primitive cities in lower layers, the reverse was the case.

I quote again:

“Water clocks and sundials that show a different length of day, or altered latitudes; change in the orientation of ancient temples which originally faced east but do so no longer. I also closely examined in my book the calendars of the civilized people of antiquity from Mexico and Peru to Greece, Iran, Israel, Babylon, Assyria, India and China, and the calendar reforms that were made. . .” (Claude Schaeffer)

These quotations noting time shifts, polar shifts, change in directions. . .all the endless evidences that Earth changed the time of its rotation more than once. . .and that things that faced east do not face east now, etc.

There is an endless lot of evidence left by the past moon-falls, whether they were seven or ten or only two. These moon-falls have not only destroyed our cities and eliminated most of the people on Earth over and over, they have also caused what I call “devolution” or backward evolution. People are a great deal smaller, being as much as only a third as large as at some periods.

If you have read enough history you may have read the historian who said that the Napoleonic Wars had reduced the average height of the French race by some six inches, according to army records before and after Napoleon, which I can believe.

Long periods of privation and losing the natural environment cause dwarfism in any animal. Dwarf horse herds are found in canyons where horses got in and could not get out again. The lack of grass and the overcrowding resulted in time in a dwarf horse.

All of these changes show that Earth was struck repeated blows that changed the time or rotation and the polar directions. There are magnetic measurements that show Earth was turned over entirely so that the north pole was then the south pole. One wonders how such measurements ever came to be published.

To my mind all this evidence shows that the moon does not have a habit of staying up there in its orbit, but is in an orbit that is not precisely stable, i.e., is regularly disturbed, probably magnetically disturbed, and it drifts poleward, south pole of moon to north pole of Earth, or vice versa. This is what you call “theory”. You observe the girdle of abrasions on the moon, and you read about all the series of catastrophes, and you pick up rocks with pictures of the moon smacking into Earth, and you finally get it through you that the moon has been habitually caroming off Earth for a long, long time.

The only reason I go into this, here, is because there are a number of others like Schaeffer mentioning the repeated catastrophes’ immense extent, and the change in orientation of direction and the different length of day. They do not seem to get around to saying that the nearest obvious cause is the most probable cause of all these catastrophes, and that it will most certainly happen again.

But the myths do mention the moon and describe it coming down closer and trailing long streamers of debris as it starts to burn air. I think more search of the myths is in order.

There is another kind of quote that should be included in this book. These are the quotes of very ancient records showing the curious variations in life spans and their amazing extent.

Here is what certain ancient documents have to say about life spans.

I quote from pages 517 and 581 of “In Search of Adam” by Wendt.

“The Sumerians have bequeathed to us one document that completes the circle of our observations and also illuminates the record of generations in the Bible. It is the chronology of the human race enshrined in the ‘lists of kings’. Unfortunately this chronology has only come down to us second-hand, fancifully metamorphosed and embellished by the Babylonian. It states that the epochs from the creation of mankind until the Flood make up a period of 45,000 years—an amazing assertion which, curiously enough, has a rough agreement in the findings of modern research. For anthropologists and pre-historians also assume a period of about 500,000 years to have elapsed between the first appearance of man in Europe and the Near East and the inception of the age of metal. According to the Babylonian version of the Sumerian lists of kings, only ten rulers reigned over and during this whole epoch, a number that corresponds with the ten patriarchs of the Bible from Adam to Noah. Consequently, each of these rulers attained an age on the average of 45,000 years.”

Note that the life-span is seemingly quite impossibly long and fantastic, yet there is an agreement from two other sources on the thing! The immense size of some structures and artifacts of personal use suggest rather solidly that the very early man DID live impossibly long and grow to titan size.

I quote further:

“And at a still later date, when the Mosaic story of creation originated, the text of the ‘chronology’ underwent a still further revision, in which each of the ten patriarchs since Adam was given a less fantastic age of nine hundred years. In the eyes of those who stuck to the letter of the tradition, the age of the human must have shrunk to a mere fraction of that formerly held by the Sumerians.”

Note the variables of length of year, month and day that enter into all such estimates of time, are translated through more than one tongue and that we do not know that all these variables were considerably lengthened by each moon-fall.

Thus, if the moon struck Earth at a certain speed solidly enough, the rate of rotation could have been cut from a twelve-hour rotation to a twenty-four-hour rotation, and that it looks as if such changes did take place seven times over. Thus, all time estimates before moon-falls began would have been based on a different length of day and a different system of dating—one in which a “month” had nothing to do with the moon, since we didn’t yet have a moon. There exists no genuinely dependable way to get these forgotten time measurements into use again, except perhaps the Mayan calendar based on Venus’s rotation around the sun, or the Aegir calendar based on what?

There is no way of knowing precisely after the moon struck Earth just what was meant by a year, before the moon-fall. It had nothing to do with our time or years based on twelve “moons”.

So just what they mean by their 500,000 years for man to “appear” and become the “first” to make metal tools is anyone’s guess. And ten rulers, each of whom lived an average of 45,000 years can be just mistranslation or it can be fact, based on a different sort of time and a different day and year. And the possibility that the ancient record is talking about “Lords” living in the great race’s “living chambers” designed to prolong life is also there. But that is too fantastic even to mention. It seems the truth is always more fantastic than the lie.

How you get at the truth of these time records through all that mist of millenniums of total error and falsehood piled on it is fantastic, if they ever did it. I don’t think they did.

If you cut the Mosaic timetable of 900-year life spans in half, you get 450-year life spans. This is not entirely incompatible with what we call sense, if you recall that a couple of modern scientists named Carrel and Lindbergh have kept living tissue living over a period of time considered to indicate possible immortality for chicken flesh under controlled conditions.

That is, if you credit these ten patriarchs with some science, which, considering their life spans, they could have acquired all by themselves in all that time.

The possibility of natural living conditions having been so different and so conducive to long life in these earlier times is not impossible, if you reverse the modern rate of pollution and stretch the resulting reversal back that far.

This slowing down of life expectancy, say, in milk. You take fresh milk and let it sour. The first bacteria live longer than the second generation, and the third still less, and so on, until the bacteria have soured the milk up to a point where their own wastes kill them off.

If you consider modern pollution and consider our crowded cities and smog and a dead Lake Erie as “sour milk”, you can see that such life spans in earlier times may make sense if they were having multitudes of children over those immense spans of life.

However, that is too fantastic to think about, like everything else in the past.

I have my private suspicions that this difference in longevity is not entirely a Biblical sort of fairy tale. There was some immense fact about those early times not known by our modern ignoramuses, trying to think about 45,000-year life spans and not doing very well with it.

But the giant races of the far past were a fact, and they could have been a direct result of a pure environment in which nothing was poisoned by wastes or by moonfalls opening stored wastes they had learned to keep sealed off from life.

There are the immense structures they built all over the world, which are mentioned only vaguely by modern writers, to testify to their size and power.

You can take ordinary fish in an ordinary farm pond, and by fertilizing the water you can grow fish to more than twice their “normal” size, whatever the word “normal” may mean.

In some lakes you catch perch no bigger than two to three inches that never do get any bigger in that lake.

I think that present-day standards of size and longevity are a direct result of degradation of environment, due to our total ignorance of how a human environment should be controlled, and that our standards of “proper” longevity and size are about what the two-inch perch in the soiled and poisoned and dying lake would have in its head if you could look.

The whole problem of environment leading to longevity is one of understanding the beneficial factors, forces and nutrients in an environment and increasing them. This has been fairly well demonstrated by a large number of “experimenters” other than Carrel and Lindbergh. Understanding the problems of poisonous wastes and eliminating them comes under the same heading, “How to Live Longer.”

Some kinds of whales, probably those who frequent the cleaner parts of our oceans, live over two hundred years and attain very whalish sizes.

You know, by adding to Carrel and Lindbergh’s perfusion fluids a “normal” amount of poisonous wastes and distilled smog you could cut that chicken down to “normal” longevity in a hurry.

We could, today, create living chambers in which “people” could live to ages perhaps fantastic enough to suit anyone. . .but it is too fantastic to think about.

Just by utilizing what we “know” about controlled environment we could change a lot of concepts now considered “normal”, but I guess it is too fantastic to “know” how to do anything we really need to do.

Such things are not done, for the same reason the rock books are not noticed or studied. They just can’t think, due to the same causes that make them small, puny, and not at all “like unto the ancient Gods”, as Homer put it. I wonder how those words sounded in the Greek?

Our “organized” society cannot ever do what is best for it to do. This is evidenced by our crowded ghettos and sour cities slowly dying or rapidly dying of their own ignorance, or their own inability to put what they know into action.

Crowded ghettos and overcrowded schools are “this tragic Earth” today. Sick people calling sick existence “normal” are our tragic Earth, waiting for a moon-fall to wipe it out. Tenements full of normally sick people are not so much a result of exploitation as a result of enforced ignorance visited upon us all through a millennium of monopoly in this enlightened dark age we live in.

The poor organization of modern peoples is such that they cannot take any advantage of advances in scientific knowledge because any such advance is stymied by communication problems which arise directly from monopolistic practices through a long history of monopoly of all the “wisdom” of the past ages. It is a dog-in-the-manger monopoly that doesn’t know enough to utilize the same wisdom it keeps shut away from us all.

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