“Two Slaves Predict The Future” (Poem or Play/Skit)

By Martin Anton Smith

Two slaves of equal rank were on their work ‘tea break’.

Their names were Ramthess & Putenalmen.

The year was three thousand BC.

The place was ancient Egypt.

Their conversation went like this:

“Can you pass the leather strap, dear Ramthess”.

“Sure my friend Putenalmen – why not? – I’ve had a good gnaw of it”.

“Ah if I close my eyes & think of a camel it almost tastes good”.

“You know what? – that’s just what I was thinking before I handed it to you”.

” Ah Putenalman, you know what they say don’t you?”

“What’s that?”

“Great slaves think alike”

“Do they? Well makes sense – I mean how else could we all build these Piramids?”

“That’s True Putenalman And do you also know what?”

“What my dear Ramthess?”

“One day in the distant future, slaves like us will be their own Slave-masters & trade themselves to each other.”

“No No No! …But why would a Slave agree to enslave themselves”?

“Well my dear Putenalmen, in the future they will have a system called ‘The First Fifteen Years’.”

“Yes I am listening my good man Ramthess- go on”

“This thing called ‘The First Fifteen Years’ will be a giant encampment for all children pre-ordained to be slaves.”

“Sounds terrible Ramthess! Now let’s stop being so formal lets go by our knicknames: You ‘Ram’, me ‘Put’.”

“Yes agreed – don’t worry Put – it the story gets worse! Now at this camp their are Pharoah agents who are a special kind of Slave who act as an agent of the Pharoah – they will be called ‘teachers’ – it will be their jobs to over a fifteen year period brainwash these children to be both their own slaves & slavemasters.”

“Oh but that’s diabolicle Ram! The deception of it! Just think – that would mean the Slaves would never mount a mutiny! We Slaves keep our sanity only by dreaming of mutuny so we can escape, but if we are our own Slavemasters, how will we ever agree to let ourselves be mutineers?”

“Exactly dear Put – now you see why the Pharoah’s will do this – after all there have been 94 succesful Slave mutiny’s in Egypt just this last five years! They cannot let this behaviour stand, or soon the Pharoah’s magnificent empire will one day crumble into the sands of the great desert!”

“Well, yes Ram, it does make sense – but I don’t think they’ll ever be able to pull that off”

“Why do you say that, Put?”

“Well surely us Slaves will never be stupid enough to agree to put our children into those ‘First Fifteen Years Camps” – I mean we’d have to be insane to agree to that! Yes we Slaves are tired, yes we are downtrodden, Yes we are poor….but we are not stupid!”

“Well my dear Put do you remember that time you were afraid every second of the day because the the Slave-beater said he’d beat you some time over the next month, but wouldn’t tell you exactly when.”

“Yes ram – that was horrible – my mind was scrambled becasue of the constant fear I was in.”

“And do you remember that during that month you agreed to run around naked pretending to be a camel, just for your fellow slaves enjoyment?”

“Yes, I am ashamed to say that I did that silly thing that whole month long – as I said Ram, I did it because the Slave-beater had gotten into my mind!”

“So now you see that what I said is true. From a deep sense of fear, you agreed to do something you’d never do normally. If you were in fear every day for fifteen years straight, from when you were a tiny child right up to the start of adulthood – just imagine how more rediculous you would behave! This is what will happen in the future, Put.”

“I agree Ram, you are very wise, I think this will indeed happen in the future. I am glad we live now & not the future – at least we today can rightly dream of our own small slave mutiny, that might one day soon happen & set us free.”

“Yes Put, I wouldn’t want to live in a future like that either – now what kind of mutuny do you think we should have?”

“Well Ram, bloody, succesful & soon is always nice”.

“Touche, Put – touche”

End

Zombies, Mars & Us: To Transmogrify Or Die? (an essay)

By Martin Anton Smith

Forgive me for starting this essay so negatively – but trust me the sunshine hiding from behind the storm clouds is coming soon.

So many on the streets of life doesn’t see the connective tissue between their disapproval of success in others & his own inability to succeed. It is a garden variety type of soulless-ness. And the ‘success’ he sees might not be money, it might simply just be a ‘sense of contentment’ he feels emanating from that ‘poor’ someone in his cross-hairs. His ardent banality has so completely enveloped him, that he even envies those who are not actively as miserable as himself.

I could be accused of ‘projecting’ here – but don’t we all know petty jealousy is – we’ve all seen how easily it seems to blooms as do weeds in the height of summer.

[Of course, to rebutt myself I must say “Martin come on now, you fool! What you are talking about is the famed & cliched ‘tall poppy syndrome’ – this is a bad affliction in the antipodes, where you live – but don’t say that this happens everywhere! What about the USA? Don’t they admire success? What about that Texan saying “If you’re going to fail – fail big”. Yes I must agree – I am being a little harsh writing off most of the world carte blanch. Please remember this edit & use it as an asterisk for the remainder M.S Edited on Oct 2024]

This aforementioned reality – which I don’t really want to call ‘the tall poppy syndrome’ becasue I think it runs deeper than that – & is perhaps a decline that has been happening for an least 150 years in the West. However this drift downwards in our general behaviour & mood against genuine success. Note I put the term ‘genuine success’ in italics so as the reader knows I am talking of true success & not some typical 21st Century rampant speculator or online seminar scammer – I’m talking of those whose works clearly build up society to be better.

The hatred of those who have ‘genuine success’ or symbolise it via their some-kind-of, for lack of a better term – ‘leadership persona’. It equates to a ‘pandemic of the spirit’ & sadly it is not a rare thing at all – in fact it is the norm outside those oasis areas such as Texas & the parts of USA that aren’t heavily politically left leaning.

Why write about this? Is it depressing? – yes. Does it make for good philosophy? – Yes!. Is it a problem we need to solve? – Yes! And so now that I am sure I am holding the license of the ‘interesting philosophical topic’- let me delve further. Also I want to underline the ultimate aim is to shine a light on the phenomenon, so that we might be able to help ourselves embrace others who are genuine builders of a better situation here on Earth, so life isn’t so materially & psychologically hard on us all.

Quantitatively speaking, my rough guess is there has to be at least Six Billion people that have this acute pathological ailment where they bash the builders. This out of the Eight Billion in the world today. I assume the 75: 25 ratio has on the whole always been this way, at least on planet Earth (more on that later). Perhaps I am wrong on the ratio, but surely I am in the ballpark, plus or minus a handful of percentage points.

It’s worth noting here, that big technological progress has not made Earth’s population less difficult to deal with on a personal level – if anything it fuels discontent – especially when a jaguar late model passes someone driving a old bomb, which fights to stay on the roads legally & which the owner can barely afford to run. The rise of technology namely computers, has at best been a double sided sword. The most obvious case is the smartphone zombification, which has essentially bred apparently healthy people to become essentially autistic & unable to function socially & in line with the needs of the workplace.

So just to make sure we are oriented properly on what I’m talking about here let me again interject myself. The two main questions about why Human life here on Earth doesn’t really work very well, despite so many generations trying are: firstly how come it got like this?; Secondly, how do we fix it?

Usually, it’s the creatives out there that stumble on the questions and answers before the scientists ever do. This is why the liberal arts are useful to us. This is why they say science fiction becomes science fact. But it doesn’t have to be about science per se, many of the very good non-science fiction novels, & indeed storys in general, end up ringing true. The most persuasive of these storys become myths & legends. Of course this is the domain of the anthropologist examining human cultures from pre-antiquity to today.

Of course myths & legends are intertwined with prophesy – to attempt to see how the future plays out. Writing of ‘Prophesy’ is a risky thing for the serious writer simply because it’s the loaded term ‘Prophesy’, which carries flakey Nostradamus-like connotations as well as a ‘religious zealot’ connotation.

But there’s nothing wrong with ‘Prophesy’ if it was thought up with good philosophical & rational foundations – in fact it is called ‘forecasting’ in the often dry quantitative fields of economics, accounting & statistics. Much of the great fiction, namely but not exclusively the sci-fi genre, has ‘good prophesy’ as the reason in resonates with it’s consumers. Stanley Kubrick’s ‘2001: A Space Odyssey’ with the Machiavellian Hal is an example of this regarding early fears of artificial intelligence gone wrong.

Another film related example, is when Writer-Director George A. Romero got things pretty much correct when he wrote & directed ‘The Dawn of the Dead’ – but as is standard in those movies, unlike real life, he had to make the walking dead more visually obvious. Contrastingly & frustratingly in real life you never can be quite sure if someone’s an, shall we say, an ‘ first class officer of the undead zombie battalian – until you’ve mistakenly befriended them a day, a week, a month ago. Or, you might just have the next cubicle to them in your office. That, I think you’ll agree is un-mistakenly just how this kind of phenomena works itself out – sometimes the person you thought was nice turned out to want walk around the city at midnight murdering people & eating their brains.

One things certain here: You can’t avoid the real-life demons of this world all your life, even if you cloister yourself with aplomb. I have noticed that the upper middle classes & newly monied types are great at trying to avoid & deny & escape the bad things in this world – even to the point of even lobbying Governments to criminalise real reports from the real world. Until these types slap an AI to Govt mainframe interface on every baby’s eyes at the instance of birth – which they will surely try to do – this is a exercise in futility.

Regarding ‘how to deal with Zombies once they out themselves’ – from that point you only have three choices: Lance the boil quickly; Become a prisoner of your own life; Or pigheadedly pretend your new walking undead friend is actually ‘perfectly ok’ or a ‘rough diamond’. I’m guessing those that walk with an air of contentment about them are also the ones that somehow knew all these things intuitively or via what the long-term wealthy call ‘good breeding’. Unlike the perhaps Six Billion that are the ‘walking dead’, they actually know the game they’re playing. In short, they’re using a good anti-zombie repellant. They’re using a good Zombie deamplifier.

But the rephrased version of the first over-arching question of “how did people become so Zombified?” is ‘how did he light became so mixed in with the darkness in the first place’?

In theory it should be ‘awesome’ living here on Earth as a human. We are atop of the food chain & can now easily sculp our environments with massive powerful diggers, lasers, engines & mainframes. Why would such a potential feast be sullied by always serving it on such a dirty plate? If you figure it out conclusively, please let me know. In fact, I’ll even settle for haphazard conjecture or two on the matter.

Conjecture: One thing’s for sure: whatever got us to that starting point of general zombie-ism was surely punishment for something else that happened, of which we have no memory remaining. Our sister planet of Mars is involved

This is the part of the essay where I become more conjectorial. Let’s talk not only of Zombies, but lets now talk of Mars. Mars of course since the robotic landers & Elon Musk is becoming more of a conservative real-world topic, vs say the 1950s comic books or even Jack Nicholson’s “Mars Attacks!” from 1996.

I mean Occams Razor suggests such the long standing punishment here on Earth is a system, not at all just a random bit of bad luck. I’ll have a crack at an answer, you might of heard similar here & there as it’s been said before – I think it has some merit. It involves Mars.

Perhaps originally we came from Mars first, not Earth. Perhaps a highly technologically accomplished generation of ours destroyed our original home planet of Mars in a nuclear war. Then a tiny remnant of that Martian population escaped via a spaceship to the other habitable planet: Earth. We escaped to that was one step closer to the sun – that we could also survive on, perhaps with some simple genetic manipulation by hybridisation with Earth’s pre-existing apes.

This brings me to conjecture two.

Conjecture two: Perhaps that remnant Martian population, now on Earth as ‘Humans’ for perhaps at least half a million years, has never been able to shake off the PTSD of the whole matter running through its veins. The sudden Mars escape has fueled a multi-generational PTSD curse that we can’t shake no matter what we do. This is why Human’s are so unsettled: As original Martians – we are not properly configured for Earth & never can be.

Perhaps this ‘Mars Escape thesis’ is actually just what the ancient religious scholars have refered to the many legends told surrounding ‘a great flood’ that so many of the worlds religeons mention in their texts. (To consume some of these ideas easily online, Paul Wallis has showcased his & his guests various ideas around this talked of this his Youtube channel ‘The 5th kind’. But naturally, be sure take at the least few very large grains of salt with you when watching such popular content)

This ‘We Escaped Mars Thesis’ is just one conjecture & of course there are so many others good or at least entertaining conjectures. All this is great fun to discuss, but lets be honest – it’s the not knowing that in the end really gets to you as a thinker. Well, it gets to me anyway – and when I look at all the works of the liberal arts, I’m sure I am not alone.

It’s also worth mentioning in passing that those who are firmly religious, might take the ‘we came from Mars first’ as an affront. But it all depends on how you view sacred texts – for if you believe the religious sacred texts used fictionalised stories & parables to represent the truth to it’s followers rather than the less palatable & understandable actual truth – then there would be no need to be ‘religiously upset’ so to speak.

And what about the pragmatic big question of ‘how do we fix ourselves from our generalised Zombie-dom’? Well as a postscript I’d say this: If indeed it all started with Mars – perhaps this will also be how it all ends, or at the very least, transmogrifies. It’s a very simple idea – the long sought out solution of an intractable problem will lie close to the genesis of the problem.

An analogy of this would be the engine of a popular model of car has had a problem for many years – let’s say it misfires erratically. Lets say the ‘boffins’ decided it best to look at every part in isolation to see what the problem is. They do this & can’t find the problem. Then a someone suggests to go back to the particular original engineering shed where the first prototype was made – they go back & open an old drawer. They find that one on the men when designing the core engine fixings had accidentilly used an imperial measurement by mistake, & the erratic misfiring was simply that unwittingly the car was an attempt to marry two incompatible systems together.

The point is that the ‘misfiring car’ problem was only solved when one bright spark considered it worthwhile to go back to the start to look at the creation of the car, rather than at the immediate production line machines, as all the other problem solvers had, & failed to find the answer.

So similar to the car analogy, Humans going back to Mars could be the answer to our intractable unsettledness, in the same way as my car analogy. When we go back maybe we’ll see we too had been trying to marry two intractable systems together. The mist from our eyes may suddenly evaporate – perhaps along with our eon’s long PTSD.

In going back to Mars I am talking of a concept called transmogrification. And let me pause as It’s worth explicitly posting the dictionary definition of the word – here I have used the online merriam-webster dictionary. Transmogrification is the noun version of the root verb word Transmogrify

 Transmogrify: to change or alter greatly and often with grotesque, bizzare or humorous effect

Yes going back to Mars certainly will be a transmogrification, and perhaps a more positive version from the dictionary definition. Perhaps it will be bizzarre, grotesque & humourous at first, but then settle into a a spiritual rebirth.

Of course I fear the propaganda world could ruin all this. Going back to Mars, our potential original home will not not a transition as the future marketers will probably paint it as. After obfuscatingly calling it it a transition, then they’ll call it a ‘holiday’. then they want to use it as Australia was for England not that long ago: a penal colony.

And you know as well as me that the travel agents of the future selling ‘affordable holidays to Mars won’t have our best interests at heart. In looking for our salvation in re-colonising Mars, we also need to guard against the corporate penal colony enslavers, looking to derail the quest & create another Van Dieman’s Land. This is somewhat analogous to the Arnold Schwarzenegger film ‘Total Recall’ where a Dictator rules Mars over an enslaved extractive mining based population. This fact is all covered up by the authorities via the front of ‘implanting holidays direct into the memory’.

I will leave you with this thought about what happens next once we can & indeed do go back to Mars, & allow the reader to think about it themselves. After all, a conjectorial, philosophy based essay like this shouldn’t drag on too much – it should be reasonable diggestable, if not fun.

If my ‘Lets go back to Mars on a mental & spiritual quest’ is indeed the right adventure & conjecture to get Humanity on the right track to solve our seemingly intractable problem of Human unsettledness, or Mars to Earth PTSD, then sure as Neil Finn of Crowded House once sung in his elegy infused song “Hole In The River”….there is no return.

In short in will indeed Transmogrify it ways we cannot predict…but perchance, just perchance – it will also cure our culture-wide PTSD.

The End

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“The Speech” (A Short Story)

by Martin Anton Smith

The other day I went & listened to an anonymous someone.

Beamed in from somewhere & someplace.

For it was a blue plasma ball that snapped into human form –

Right before our incredulous eyes.

Yes, it was quite the speech.

As I listened I had the thought:

“Were they wise or just mad?” –

Alas as to which one I still cannot be so sure.

But I can at least tell you his words verbatim,

For I recorded them while I listened along with everyone.

Something told me this is what I should do.

.They went as follows…….

Greetings oh people of the past,

Forgive me this interruption –

But the exigencies of your situation have forced my hand.

Your blindness has conjured my departure from my time.

For I came from a time where perfidious petty battles have been long since mastered.

We roundly squabed our decks free of your current squabbles, to use ye olde maritime lingo.

I must bust you out of your wide-awake sleep-dreams.

My goal is to have you reconfigured – renatured if you will.

And so my message can begin.

“Hell is other people”?.

Hell. Is. Other People.

This my friends & adversaries in the gallery, this is perhaps the most true statement ever.

Far truer than Paine’s “These are the times that try men’s souls”

More propitious than Patrick Henry’s “Give me liberty or death..”

And robustly in line with Bukowski’s maxim about spiritual death before actual death of the everyman.

Yes, you may be surprised to know that in the future we value Bukowski right next to Paine.

And so, we must thank Jean Paul Satre for coining the term “Hell is other people”.

According to your own words:

Humans have apparently been ‘civilised’ for a long time.

So, some of your Anthropologists say.

But of course, even your Geologist’s & Physicists would gaffaw at this statement.

For is Is ten thousand years a long time?

Not really.

You think this way because you cranial Lilliputians still think time “flows”.

You think the future is burped from the past,

And its quality determined by whether the menu had Spaghetti or Steak.

But I digress.

Back to the topic of civility.

Yes, ladies & gents – the experience of your life life tells you civility is a rare cultural ore.

Perhaps even as rare as Tritium 3.

Although incidentily this is not rare where, I mean when I come from – we harvest it freely from the moon.

Statistically we are lucky if perhaps 1% of your current Humanity is civilised.

But the number is of course much much lower.

Now as the 20th Century Americans liked to say

“let’s now have a Pop Quiz:

Were you teachers civilised?

No they were lazy bufoons, desperately afraid of the real world.

Were your parents civilised

No – they worked at jobs they hated.

Were your friends civilised?

No they wanted you to get nowhere in life – just like them.

Were your workmates civilised?

No they were on the modern day slavery hamster wheel & didn’t even know it!

Sorry pals – your early 21st Century indubitably not civilised, at least beyond a wafer thin veneer.

We in the future define basic civility broadly as this:

“Those non-roboticised or non-cyborg-ised human beings who on the whole are in control of their emotions, & not the reverse. Those who work to improve the welbeing humankind”.

Oh I see a few raised eyebrows – yes sorry to let you know of this but in the future the Robots & Cyborgs have the numbers over the humans.

I don’t think I’ll get in trouble for confirming that – after all you people are already half way there nowadays.

On the subject of 21st Century Civility, we notice there are many false alters.

Your leaders need to know that Civility is not really anything to do with advancing technology.

For the caveman simply had less shoulders to stand on than Dirac or Ford or the Wrights or Gates, Jobs or Musk.

If I can talk like one of you let me summarise this by saying:

What good is it if a man knows the secrets of the universe but is a social ogre out to destroy?

Perhaps he knows so much he plug into “free zero point energy” or spaceship to “Zeta Reticuli”.

Yet no one can stand to sit with him in a room for more than 1 to the minus 34 femtoseconds.

Oh dear – another cat is out of the bag! – Yes you have people harvesting free energy & travelling the cosmos.

That was the next project after Los Alamos – held in secret from the public.

I ask all of you people here – Is man in the 21st Century really civilised?

Were the men who worked on the ‘Manhatten Project’ civilised?

There is a clear argument against this despite the accolades, they were the reverse of civility.

Boldly our view in the future is this – this passage is written on a monument to your era:

The men of Los Alamos rode their low EQ all the way to the gates of hell,

Jumped over those gates unannounced,

Shook hands with the Devil & proclaimed:

Our leader we have done your bidding & created the Hell Weapon”

To which the evil one could have replied

“I am happy with your anti civilisation you are all my fat men & little boys,

you have followed my will perfectly”.

Mmm hmm, that’s right, yes my 21st Century sir & maddam – you usually confuse status with goodness & decency.

We in the future cannot understand you adoration of unneccesary social hierarchies.

These Los Alamos types are the anti-lords of earth & you blessedly boost them in the echo chambers,

By medallion bearing Machiavellian monsters all riding the optic fibers & satellite feeds.

So the wielding of High tech & high tech weaponry & social climbing is not proof of your ‘Civilisation’.

But the garden variety of Human Un-civilisation is galactically even more common.

And excuse me if I again adopt 21st Century lingo.

The guy that loses his sh*t at the cashiers coz he hates his job, that’s uncivilised;

The Karen that rings the cops on a neighbour, thats uncivilised;

The office narc who engineers someone out of their job, that’s uncivilised;

The bogan who kicks his dog because he can, that’s uncivilised;

This is the walled garden of your un-civilisation – the wild flowers of 21st Century discontented daily life.

I contend you 21st-ers (that’s what we call you) are at best like the contradiction of the nuclear power plant –

one part alien technology & one part steam age,

For it is simply Einstein’s brain crystallised by the equation e – mc squared,

Strapped on to an essentially 19th century steam turbine,

Which turns a coil on a axl around a magnetic housing so to make electricty for us all.

I think your Homo Sapian brains are just the same –

Your best human brains are still as a ‘Einstein strapped to a Lizard’.

And that is the core problem – BOTH your Einstein AND the Lizard brain need to be tamed.

Tamed to be civilised.

Tamed to be civilised.

Tamed to be civilised.

I said that three times for effect – for you people don’t understand your ally cat wild-ness.

For all your anthropological, Physic-o-Technical, Spiritual & Artistic efforts have so far failed.

That rogue Einsteinian Lizard in your brains, is the eternal monkey on your back.

And so you yet remain uncivilised in according to your media – the very futuristic sounding year, of twenty twenty four.

And in closing, let me regale you a tale.

This is a popular tale from 21st Century, written by one of your own only one year ago.

It goes as follows:

I was one day walking along the riverbank,

& I saw something from the corner of my mind’s eye.

It was a shining resplendent floating dictionary,

I believe it fell from an angel’s pocket.

Anxious to know what they thought of us, I flicked to the word.

Humans (n). Mostly Uncivilised bipeds of Planet Earth holding poorly designed bootstrapped brains. Prone to emotional outbursts & non logical reasoning. Live in an oasis of plenty yet choose to hide under rocks. Biggest ritual is to sling their own shit at each other while screeching loudly. Slated by the Galactic Council to soon to be totally reconfigured as to be totally unrecognisable from their present state.

I felt warm inside as I thought to myself “See I was right after all”.

I went & ate a sandwich & drank a coffee at the cafe, feeling mighty proud of myself.

I sat & waited for something to happen.

I got bored & went home & cracked open a beer.

I sat & waited for something to happen.

Nothing happened.

I cracked open another beer.

I waited

…nothing happened

I cracked open another beer.

I was now 3 am.

I looked around for the angel’s dictionary.

I couldn’t find it anywhere.

I’m such a dolt –

Why didn’t I look up the angels definition of ‘soon’?.

As I’ve always said.

If you’re going to be wiped out, it’s nice to know when.

Oh well, what can you do?

I cracked open another beer & drifted asleep.

I don’t know if it was part of the dream or not but an angel floated in the room.

It said nothing & simply reached under my seat,

I heard the rattle some empty cans being moved out of the way.

‘Aha there it is’ I telepathically heard the angel say.

I saw it float towards the door.

“Wait” I said.

The angel turned around.

“What is it?”

“When will it all happen” I said strangely confidently.

“When all your beer tastes sour, it will be so” said the angel.

I nonchalantly took a swig & replied.

“I knew you’d screw me around with an answer I couldn’t rely on”

“What – you think we’d tell you guys what’s going on? You’re far too uncivilised for that!”.

“Fair call” I said & cracked open another beer & watched it dissipate like steam.

I know what you’re thinking.

“Was the beer sour?”

Well why would I tell you that?. . .after all it’s a stupid question.

I mean, are you still uncivilised poop flinging screecher-er?

Of course you are!

It was then we saw the man from the future return to his blue orb state & shoot off into nothingness. All at the meeting thought it was a great performance. We all wondered which amateur dramatics troop was responsible. We loved the special effects – both the blue orb & his holographic appearance. We couldn’t allow ourselves to publicly think otherwise. But at least I recorded it – for future posterity.

The End

“The Wise Man Is just a Smart Man Who Does”(A Poem)

by Martin Anton Smith

The smart person who chooses to not use their smarts,

Must logically be *much* worse that the dumb person who *can’t do*.

Much much worse than the dumb person who *tries to do* yet fails;

And *infinitely worse* than the dumb person that does, in fact, *do*.

There are far more smart people that *don’t do* than dumb people that *do do*.

Smart people who *don’t do* seem to think they have an a-priori greatness,

As if their ‘real self’ is alive in some kind of a parallel Platonic-like-universe,

Where great thoughts & ideas are the only game in town

But really, here on Earth – they are by any practical definition,

The dumbest people around.

Someone with an IQ of 120 or more should not forever be cleaning out chicken coops,

& having no real impact on anyone or anything…..

I blame the ‘Quad-um-virate’ of Universities, Corporatism, Politicians, & the Thinktank elitists –

They have installed this mindset in the people via their deft duplicitous chicanery,

For this ‘Quad-um-virate’ likes to build up social hierarchies in people’s minds –

& How can a Uni student ever mix it with Einstein, Tolstoy, Jobs & Woz, Dirac, Crick & Watson & JFK etc?

They like to ignore the fact that people usually succeed through trial & error, obstinacy & just turning up.

The obscure the fact that doing anything is ultimately just a process & is available to anyone.

But why would the knowledge gatekeepers do this?

They do this because they must keep only a small % of people ‘succeeding’ –

They must vigilantly police who gets to the upper part of the pyrimid –

They can’t let everyone succeed on merit or by access to ungated resources –

For how else could you fleece the last remaining few shekels?

Yes The shekels of the great billions running on the hamster wheels –

A few small dollars stolen off the great 8 Billion strong majority adds up very nicely,

When it is shared to the few tens of thousands the apex levels of the pyrimid scheme.

But you must convince them that they can’t do.

& This is why I say it is so bad when a smart person knows this & still enslaves themselves.

The others have an excuse.

The smart do not.

Did not the ex-Roman Jew-prosecutor-turned-Christian Paul say this:

“Do not make yourself a slave unto man”?

These are wise words.

Also, Bukowski the drunk poet said something similar:

“If you know & don’t do you have attics & dark halls in your mind to walk up & down in & wonder about”.

I am convinced that if you took the millions of smart people who let themselves be brainwashed to ‘not to do’ –

by some Machiavellian character in higher education or some villainous corporatised entity,

They’d spontaneously do the great works on this Earth they were meant to do.

Someday, someone or something will make this all happen.

For it is the greatest swindlers tragedy to be on this beautiful pale blue dot life support system,

Which has bountiful food & the only barriers to movement are the geographic gates:

Mountains, Rivers, Seas, Deserts.

Yes – it’s amazing that even one man was ever fooled into seeing these false & invisible barriers –

Yet the entire times of mankind suggests it was entirely normal.

Yes, all of Earths entire generations have seen this elongated swindle we now call History.

History’s litany of records of the invisible barriers has never been real truth –

it just proves & documents that ‘the swindle’ has been effective for too long.

For a swindle is still a swindle no matter how long it is plied for.

A smart man that finds his voice & so ‘does’ is known by a better name:

A ‘Wise Man’.

The ‘Wise Man’s’ function is to show people the Truth of what is really happening.

Hazaar to the Wise Men!

Rare in modern times – but not yet extinct – maybe they can still save us….

….If only they’d finally find their voices soon…..

…..For there must be a few million of them at least….

For isn’t the ‘Wise Man’ just a ‘Smart Man Who Does”?

“Many Mansions” (A Poem)

by Martin Anton Smith martinantonsmith@gmail.com

Last Night I Had My 2nd Dream Of “Hell”.

My First Dream Of Hell Was About A Year Ago.

Let Me Summarise & Compare & Contrast The Two,

And Then I Will Analyse What It Could “Mean” – If Anything.

The First Was Not Long After I Begun To Engage In Reading The Bible,

And Engage In Self Research About Christian Theology,

As Well As The Wider History Period Around The Time Of Jesus Of Nazareth.

So, The First “Vision Of Hell” Went Like This:

I Was Lead Into A Nondescript Place – Dark, Brooding,

But Not Quite The Comic Book Version Of Hell.

If Was A Place Where People Walked, But There Was Seemingly No Chattels.

I Don’t Recall Much Other Than The Fact I Felt I was Being Shown It –

Shown It Exists As A Place, By A Benevolent Force By My Side.

This Force Was Leading Me To A Meeting -Without Talking –

I Was Just Following Obligingly.

So In Time I Saw Someone I Recognised – Someone Who Still Lives –

In The Earthly World I Still Inhabit.

He Was An Old Schoolmate – Someone Who Was Always “Too Cool”.

This Time Instead Of Ignoring Me They Said Cheerily:

“Hi Martin How Are You Going”.

They Were Nice In Hell But Mean On Earth?

Perhaps, Contrary To Popular Myth – This Is How It Works –

In Hell They Are Finally Scared Enough Into Being Nice.

He Was About 20 Years Of Age & Had His Flesh Hanging Off Him –

In Large Chunks At That.

That’s All I Remember Of My First Visit to Hell –

Note: I Was Being Temporarily Shown – Not “Committed” As Such.

Ok On To Hell Visit “No. Two”, From Just Last Night.

This One Was Different – I Think I was Being Shown My “New Digs”.

Again, The Dream Contents Seem Short & Simple:

The Force Leading Me Was to My Side –

There but Not Talking Only Leading,

But I Knew That This Was A Place, Cavernous, No Chattels & With ‘Warm’ Lighting.

It Was Like A Landlord Was Showing Me My New Lodgings –

As Best Described As “A Spartan Boarding House” –

This Judgement Of A ‘Boarding House’ – Was A Feeling, Rather Than The ‘Look’, Per Se.

It Came As The Popping Thought: “Oh This Seems Like A Boarding House” –

A Non-Explicit Hunch, You Might Say.

And Then I Was Shown What I Guess Was A Pre-existing Tenant.

In This Dream I Didn’t Recognise Him As Anyone From My Earthly Existence.

He Was Male, & Had the Look Of A Serious Burns Victim & ‘Freddy Kruger’ Sans The Long Fingernails.

It Was the Introduction Where We Say Hi & Engaged In Small Chit Chat –

Except That’s When In Real Life My Mother Knocked On the Door & I Awoke.

Ok My Brief Analysis Is this:

These Dreams Could Be A Warning That Hell Is Indeed Real –

And If You Don’t Explicitly Work To Avoid Going There –

You WILL End Up there.

What A Scary Thought.

Also, The 1st Dream Hell Seems Worse That The 2nd –

To Recap The First Was Like A Walking Half Butchered Sheep-

While the Second Was Like A Functional 4th Degree Recovered Burns Victim.

This Contrast Between the Two Made Me Think:

That This Like A Hellish Version Of The Bible Verse John 14:2

“In My Fathers House There Are Many Rooms. If It Were Not So,

Would I Have Told You That I Am Going There To Prepare A Place For You?”.

For If If Heaven Is Demarked & Graded Into Different Compartments –

Surely Hell Is Too.

Perhaps Ones Life Is Graded As A Whole, & The Score Allocates You To Your Room In The Afterlife.

You Could Be A C- Life & Just Scrape Into The ‘Barely Good’ Digs In Heaven,

Or A+ & Get To The Sublime Penthouse Suite With Endless Room Service All Paid.

Or On The Flipside You Could Fail Marginally With A D & End Up In the Best Rooms In Hell,

Barely Disfigured, only Just Uncomfortable & Only A Little Sick;

Or You Could Fail Maximally With a Zero Score,

& Perhaps Have Endless Eternal Wide Awake Flaming Lobotomy Surgery Etc.

The Most Scary Thing, All Up, I Think Is This:

This Description Seems to Sound A Lot Like the Earth As It Is Now –

But The State Between Heaven-ish-ness & Hellishness Is Unevenly Yoked –

Favouring Hell.

This The By Logical Deduction Brings Forth Another Scary Proposition

Perhaps Our Earth Life Is The Post Judgement Phase Of A Prior “Life”,

& We Are Here Serving Our Justly Imposed Sentences –

In A Very Real Intwined & Co-Mingling Heaven & Hell.

With Most Of Us On The Wrong Side Of the Ledger,

Living In Many Mansions, In Varying States Of Disrepair.

Of Course, My “Earth = A Comingling Heaven & Hell” Theory

May Be Totally Wrong BUT – If I Am Wrong,

Why Does The Countenance Of The Very Nice Look Angelic,

While The Very Mean’s look Like Those Of Demons?

Are These Not An Example Of The ‘Hidden Principalities Of The Spiritual Realm’?

Simply Re-Flowering On The Other Side Of The Canvas?

“Bread Wine & Shows”

by Martin Anton Smith

How Did They Make Slavery Legal?

They Gave Them Some Pocket Money

Reduced Their Hours

Gave Them A Couple of Weeks Off A Year

Allowed Them A “Weekend”

& Just Like The Ancient Roman Caesers’

Oiled Them

Pacified them

Distracted Them

With “Bread Wine & Shows”

And Finally

Like A Retired Roman Centurian

Who Had Now Done His One-Score Stint

They Allowed Them A Very Slim Chance

To Escape Their Bonded Servitude

Then In The 19th Century They Ditched The Term “Slavery”

Then Relabelled & Exchanged It

For the Word “Employee”

But Among The Shadowy Slave Masters

That Have Always Ruled This Un-Hallowed Orb

It’s Simply Called

“Sustainable Slavery”

But They Couldn’t Have Done It Without Us

Sleepwalking Down the Aisles & Amphitheaters

& Into The Bloody Colosseums

& We Did It All

For Just A Few

Crumbs Drops & Laughs

Of Those Three Hypnotising Secret Agents

“Bread, Wine, & Shows”

Woe Is We

The Eternally Hoodwinked Masses

We’ve Lasted Through The Ages

Fed With ‘More Of The Same’

Yes It’s True

Nothing Really Changes

In This Roman Empire

That We Still Call Home.

My Poem “The Mindcrime war of 1” read at a Dunedin Poetry Night 2019- a historic. Report , and new content from March 5 2021

Hi My names Martin Anton Smith, a creative showcasing his wares and ideas…thank you for listening to my podcast “The Baby wants his bottle inc.”

Part 1 : Note from 2021: this blog post and poem was written in late 2019, a little before the Covid crisis, – and alas we are well into this new crisis as I speak here now, on 5 March 2021. When I wrote this original piece 18 months ago, the world was well into troubling financial and difficult social times – I have argued often that since 1980 western society has thrown out many “healthy babies” (such as full employment) along with the old bathwater (such as narrowmindedness) of the past. Thatcher and Reagan (And those kiwi followers Lange, Douglas then Bolger and Richard son in New Zealand ) pushed the ideology of “Market forces” and “individualism”  and “efficiency” these catch phrases put in action, were supposed to make everyone wealthier and healthier. Jobs were shipped, Structural unemployment became a thing, and speculators and big corporations were given a structural competitive advantage, you might say. The big boys never had so much power and influence in profit and the halls of power – bought politicians became legal from this era onwards . 41 years on from that doctrine we have seen huge declines in wealth and health to the great majority of middle and working classes, while the very few have had income explosions. We’ve seen corporations wantonly create massive pollution harming the ecology, and at the least moderately affecting global weather patterns. This is not conjecture but is economic and historical fact, the data is very strong especially on the economics.  The next part of this podcast/blog , part 2, is a report of the poem reading I did in 2019 in Dunedin, and the last part – Part 3 Is called – “The Mindcrime war of 1”  it’s about the psychological warfare that is on show, unbeknown to so many, and that has pervaded the west in particular since the world war 1 era to present. It’s a commentary on how life in our times are merely the flowers that were once roots, that were once seeds and seedlings – history is a river and everything is some kind of outgrowth, or less commonly death and regeneration. In part 4 I will talk again from 5 March 2021 and talk wether my thoughts have changed or reversed since writing the poem.

End of part 1. 

Part 2 Begins (note : This the original Post from 2019.). Yesterday I went to the ‘Dog with Two tails’ cafe in Dunedin NZ, for its weekly ‘open mic’ poetry night. I read one poem called “the mindwar of 1”, this was a shortened version from the original , – which was overly long I guess (which I will re write the read aloud version here soon). But First a little report about the night. This was the second time I had read a poem at this venue, and the first since 2 years ago in 2017 – where I read a ‘quasi poem’ of whimsy which basically outlined my nerd like Poem called “The two Leonards” – This was a quandary in the style of wondering aloud/stream of consciousness, about who was cooler – was it a) Stanford Universities famed Physicist Leonard Susskind (dubbed ‘the bad boy of Physics for his Alpha Male persona) or was it B), Leonard Nimoy the late actor who played the logical to a fault, half man half Vulcan Alien character known as “Spock” in the original sci-fi series “Star Trek”. Anyway this time I got serious and presented a poem that talked of an important issue – the fact that we are continual objects of propaganda by the state and their ever present bosses the entrenched powerful uber elites, who are the real puppet masters of our so called “democracy” and “Modern Capitalism” – The main thrust of the poem is that we have been blinded by the slow moving nature of society, its slow moving power structures, and the system of subterfuge that has been made such an ever pervading and perfected “quasi dictatorship” since 1919 in particular – the years of Bretton Woods/ Money Printing /diluting and leaving the Gold standard /Deficits to fund wars/the falsity of general Elections always being two horse races that are really “one horse races”. I float the thesis that ww1 ww2 and ww3 (which is a continuing undeclared war for your mind, based on the production of fear, so you will always be grateful for the “crumbs that fall off the table” of those that really matter (the elites that have a very stable existence based on this highly perfected system since 1919). As i have said in my draft unfinished essays – the expert methods of the 1920s-50s Dictators used, have simply been expanded and perfected – much like that of the history of technology. The effect is that we have largely (apart from a few pockets of illumination) become the Frog on the skillet, that fails to jump out because it fails to register a change of temperature owing to such a piecemeal and incremental increasing of the gas temperature . And so we the Frog burns alive and fails to save its life, it has become tricked into being helpless – like we are in 2019, we still believe in the system of madness that subjugates at least 50% of us (the World economic forum released a graph a few weeks ago tracking an ever increasing inequality of wealth transfering from the bottom upwards – so much so that 99.3% of the words wealth is in the hands of the top 50% and the top 1% owns 48% – this is essentially a Ponzi Scheme system – those on the bottom are forever raided by those ever towards the top, and you must always add another layer of those on the bottom to keep the whole charade continuing – this is why central banks must always continue to print fiat (fake) money. Edit from twenty twenty one:  I must of course say that it is not all doom , we have many chances to right wrongs and we can become wiser and more community minded without giving up on capitalism and hard work, this in a nutshell is the answer to our modern western woes. end edit.  

Anyway the Poetry night in Moray Place Dunedin NZ that night was a very busy one, the cafe (the Dog with two tails) had opened up a second room, which was great to see, a testament to the great arts scene in Dunedin. There was a good mix of young and older poets, some seasoned and others (like me) relatively new to the scene of reading and writing poetry. Interesting the first fellow up to read did some standup comedy instead, and in John Lennon circa 1966 fashion compared himself to Jesus – which took the rather stressed middle aged MC by surprise – it did raise some chortles though, including myself. I had along with a new friend who is a philosopher and poetry writer as well – although they did not read on this occasion – but have before I am told. (Edit from 2021-th faded away after meeting a new girlfriend in Christchurch, end edit). Anyway I was a little understandably nervous, but not so much and my delivery was quite good – a strong steady cambre, which suited the poem well. I got a reasonable clap at the end and a couple of interested -or maybe befuddled -‘hmms’. All in all it was fun and part of the journey of being better at talking in front of crowds and sharing my ideas – which I so used to avoid due to shyness. Afterwards my friend and I went to the Octagon pub and talked philosophical matters and enjoyed a post mortem of the events from the night. Anyway coming up in part 3 is the poem I read at the “Dog With Two tails” in Moray place Dunedin on Aug 21. (P.s. incidentally, I believe its international Poetry day Tmw the 23rd Aug? I hope to go to some events – I will report back if I do, and if I read anything). End of part 2 

Part 3 begins – this is The Poem I read in august 21 called “the Mindcrime War of 1” (writers note: thats a bad title which I should rename now to something clever like “The 100 Year Old Boiled Frog Chronicles” , no without further delay let me begin the poem – “The Mindcrime war of 1”)

1984
Was Not The Year It Started
But The Year Of The Decisive Battle
Won By The Enemy
When Globalisation was Sold
As the Answer
To Further Your Fears
To Make you Weak
The Year It Began Was 1919
The Seed Was Sown
Of Our Peoples Decline
The Absurd idea Now
Is Demanded Tomorrow
You just Need The Seed
To Sow The Seed In Time
In The People’s Minds
Engage The Fear
Reward The Hate
Divide And Conquer
Slip Through The Door
While The People Fight
A Stitch In Time
Seeded The Decline
The Continuous War
For Your Energy
Against Your Mind
Is Fought In The Mind
Thoughts Are Weapons
You’re Not Like Them
You’re Not Allowed In

But They Want Your Energy
They Want Your Body
They Want Your Mind
By A Leash Chains
Fear Is The Answer
Fear Is The Tool
You Are Told You Can’t Do
You Are Told You Are Useless
To Make You Grateful
For The Crumbs
that Fall From the Table
Fight Back
Write and Speak
Of These Truths
There’s A War For your Mind
Its Been Going Since 1919
The Ashes Of World War One
Seeded World War Two
Created Expert Propaganda
To Control The Mind
Controls The Crowd
Controls The Country
Controls The World
Controls The Past
Controls The Present
Controls the Future
WW1 WW2 WW3
They Are All One War
But Phase Changes
WW3 The Undeclared War
The War For Your Mind
The War No One Realised
They Were Living In
The Woke Few Saw This
They Were Maligned
As Conspiracy Theorists
And Declared Crackpots, (this is the end of Poem)

Part 3 end, part 4 begins

My thoughts about that ww3 is upon us have not changed, the war we are in is like my poem says, a mind war. The proof is that in a war there is always a point where the loser is seen to emerge. In 1943 it was Germany and Now it is the general population of the earth. In 2019 I was more of the thought that the neoliberal political elite and the billionaires were the victors, but in 2021 I think their victory has begun to be vanquished by Mother Nature itself. Covid 19 is simply a sign that the most destructive and intelligent force we know is fighting back – the Earth itself. I think of course the misfiring system of neoliberalism will continue its mindwars , just know that indeed ww4 has also begun. Ww4 is the true alien invasion, it is the cosmic intelligence raring it’s physical manifestation to squash a particularly annoying bug – greedy humans. Of course the neoliberal puppet masters know this and the propaganda will flow to ensure the public don’t awake from their slumber. There job will be to muster all that has been learnt in persuasion tactics since 1919 – and then some. They have had it good in the smoke and mirror game of disempowerment of 99% of earth’s inhabitants , they have won a temporary victory. But regardless of their chicanery and ruthlessness, their are two facts that are undeniable that will always make any deception based rule of the few over the many unstable. 1 . The masses must ultimately believe their lives are improving as the belief that you can forever muzzle and chain a population is a false theory, as the 20th Century taught us, Hitler , Mussolini , Hirohito and Stalin did not win. 2. When the total mismanagement of the resources of the earth becomes greater than a critical point, the much higher non human intelligences (those natural or maybe even supernatural) simply decide the silliness by those backward Corupted few billion apes must end . I feel soon , as this plays out, that we will realise how right the ancient mythology’s and scriptures were all along. Truth will finally show, and like the dictum says, it will be stranger than fiction- namely that one we have been subjected to since World War One ended.

End of part 4.

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