Welcome to my seemingly endless journey.
A trip that will take you to places I might have visited many moons ago.
It´s a tale that came back to me when I meditated on one of my past lives. A life I told you about in my unbelievable true story.
As promised in that story I will now share this story with you.
Chapter 87
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I knew I should not judge before I´ve been there still I already had an opinion. In my opinion, the prosperity in this city was based solely on greed, sick greed. Which forced the weakest in society into an even weaker position.
They are without knowledge, without defense. Their position can be exploited as they have no choice. If this group becomes too weak or too large, it is simple enough to reach out to them. So that you offer the socially weakest opportunities to work their way up to a higher standard. This happened at the expense of the world outside their own region, where no one knows about the lust for power that comes their way.
Once the army arrives it is too late, the formerly socially weak take over the property of those they oppress. This creates a new socially weak underclass. Which can be exploited again. Until this decision is also in danger of being revolted.
This can continue until the day when the world only has an underclass and an almost minimal upper class.
The two are worlds apart, and then suddenly there is no longer any possibility of expansion. The world is completely occupied, dominated by greed.
This behavior leaves a trail of destruction and sadness and as soon as there is no way to satisfy the lowest echelons, there are only a few final scenarios left.
Society is constantly eating itself.
Chaos ensues in which there is no longer any cooperation.
Small cells will again ensure their own survival. They break free from the collaboration that held them captive. The rulers, those who own, are deprived of their property and power by the underclass. This will involve much bloodshed as both will not budge until their unrealistic goals are achieved.
Another outcome may be that the poor underclass accepts its role. Over time the realization that there once was freedom without domination will be lost.
Soon there will come a day when no one will doubt that this is the only way to live. As a wage slave to a rich, powerful, greedy ruler. Able to survive, but with no sense of freedom, equality, and no ability to make their own choices and decisions.
People will be used to having their lives controlled by those who call the shots. Every now and then they will be thrown a big bone so that they think they are living the good life. While a select group will do everything they can to keep their subjects tired and distracted.
The great underclass will be a step under the feet of the greedy on their way up. They can be the audience to view and admire their newly acquired wealth. To then be able to immerse themselves in dreams that one day they will own property themselves.
To realize this dream, they will throw themselves into the maelstrom, and years later, without realizing it, they will also possess that piece of matter. Something the greedy had already had in place years before.
Their subject gave years of life so that they could grow and now that wage slave shares in the profit by owning matter himself, matter that he once admired so much.
The greedy laugh when they see their subjects showing off old junk that they have long since discarded. How they encourage their fellow human beings to dedicate themselves to their growth, so that they too can one day own something.
They will be lost. Caught in their greed on a micro level, they fail to see that they are the playthings of the select group that plays the game on a macro level. At that level they have unlimited freedom of choice, they do not have to go along with the maelstrom. They can create and organize their reality as they wish.
Unfortunately, this group is so in love with the game and their god status that they too are lost in finding fulfillment.
Fulfillment comes from creativity, spirituality, caring, and awareness.
These freedoms create a soul that is not in captivity. A soul that creates its 'being' itself and lives according to it. Sometimes in abundance, sometimes on the edge of existence, but always in balance. A soul that knows why it suffers. He knows that all this is necessary for growth, but without ever having to own a growing percentage.
A structure with a love for nature, in which society takes care of each other. Where the strong can easily create enough for the weaker to also share. But in which the weaker could also derive value from their care. They also care, because while the land was being worked, the weaker ones provided new and clean clothes, hot food, and the repair of broken tools. Everyone has a specialty that they can put to use, nothing is more fulfilling than living in freedom and service.
"Ouch," it feels as if my shoulder got hit by something and when I open my eyes, not even being aware I closed them I see Numico smiling. "I think you slept long enough, I am hungry," he stood up and walked to our little camp.
As if I suddenly awoke from a dream I felt out of place here. All these ideas and assumptions about the city drove me to feel one thing above all, I would return to my people. But not before its existence was guaranteed.
