The Disillusioned Earthbound Human: A Tragedy (Part IV: I am that I am)

Revised July, 2017

Last we heard, EBH conceded that he was bound to the surface of a rock; a rock floating, spinning, orbiting a brilliant, life sustaining fire rock. 

Further, he was convinced his rock was not the only one of its kind; for each time the fire rock disappeared, the black void was there, speckled with what he somehow knew were other rocks just like his. And, he wondered.

But, his rock offered just about everything he could conceivably need or want to survive. Veggies, fruits, meats, birds that lay eggs, fish of countless variations, all nourishing, strengthening.

And, his rock provided all the clean fresh water he could drink, all the lumber needed for his shelters, the thatch for his roofs.

The female EBH had proven herself an intellectual equal, albeit a little bossy at times. Still, she confidently and skillfully assumed critical leadership roles, establishing herself as a strong business proprietor, as well as being the ideal, graceful social companion.

The female had in fact, in many of these roles, presented more aggressive and forward, a staunch negotiator, at least more so than her male counterpart.

In the social realm, she also presented more outward, including sexual prowess.

While most male EBHs were accepting, appreciative, supporting of this perplexing female, there were those males who actually felt  intimidated, if not downright threatened.

For here was this (mostly) smaller and fairer, soft spoken, soft skinned, long haired girl, with her gentle curves and jutting breasts, her vagina, and, she was not only doing it all, she was often doing it better.

What’s more, not only was she performing, and performing well on the job, she was doing it in society; at home she was carrying the load almost alone. This means she was solely responsible for maintaining the house, nurturing and educating the child.

For it was the female EBH who had properly prepared each child to succeed, to become hard working, conscientious, productive and responsible members of the tribe.

But, to be fair, male EBH wasn’t just hanging with the guys at the pool hall, or entertaining his concubine, he was accomplishing some good, interacting and communicating with other tribes, near and far, establishing trade,     sharing ideas and sharing discoveries, like new, time saving agricultural tools and techniques.

He was soon enough engaging in cooperative projects, building aqueduct systems for irrigation and roads for moving goods and people, all that the lives of all EBHs could improve.

The surface of his rock, his landscape was changing. Collectively, the tribal villages were growing, and more importantly, prospering.

Life on the rock was good. But still, at the end of the day, when the sky went black, when those other rocks lit up the endless void, the nagging question filled his mind.

But now, with his impressive list of accomplishments, with his ever developing communicative skills, with emerging sophistication, he had to finally put the nagging question to rest. After all, school children were asking, and academics were pressing: How could there not be an answer? How could he still not know the answer?

And so, once again, as if somehow all linked by some subconscious encoded bond on a timer of sorts, EBH answered the question once and for all.

But, before we learn how EBH arrives at his answer, and more importantly, what that answer was, let us go back to the EBH conscience for a second; that mysterious conscious that is as unique as finger prints; no two the same. That  magical mystical conscious nobody knows squat about, and nobody ever will.

About the only verifiable aspect regarding this phenomenal human attribute comes, no, not from well read Freudian psychiatrist or psychologist (and their infamous couches), and, no, definitely not from Shaman and their pious, supernatural link to that omniscient unseen God, rather, no, what little we do suspect comes from obstetricians in joint studies with neonatal neurologists.

Sighting multiple cases, these specialist in the yet to be born confidently state that a developing fetus, deep within the womb, is processing external data.

Considering this, it must be acknowledged, the conscious, which identifies each and every EBH as a thinking, feeling, living human being is active and absorbing stimulation, knowledge, possibly from conception. 

All acknowledge that a fetus develops off the genetic coding provided from the female and the male parent; but when speaking of the EBH conscious, of course, we’re speaking of the activation of the human senses, the birth, if you will, of the human personality, what some call the soul.

Even today, EBHs remain ignorant regarding so many, critical aspects of themselves. This is not for not wanting to know, not needing that knowledge, rather due to horrendously inadequate, fact limited, truth limited, mythological favoring educational systems; the great purveyors of misinformation.

An EBH, young or old, desiring to understand life and existence, make sense of what is happening on the rock and why, must educate themselves, involve themselves with other existentialist seekers, and properly see to their own happiness.

Consider, the EBH senses; the senses being the keys to life.

EBH children are taught they possess five basic senses: sight, hearing, touch, taste, and smell.  But in reality, there are a myriad of distinct human senses.

Let’s consider the EBH sense of touch. I’m sure all will agree, touch is a fairly broad term.

The sense of touch can be further said to include the perception, the sense of pressure, such as with a grasping arm, the perception of heat, which can range from mild to extreme, and the perception of pain, typically measured in a scale of 0 to 10; 1 being, “Eh,” 10 being, “OMG! Kill me now!”

Likewise, your conscience, through other senses, continually monitors your body’s physiological needs, like a sophisticated, highly efficient home monitoring system. That’s your conscience telling you you’re hungry, not your stomach. 

Collectively, these are known as interoceptive senses, controlling everything anatomical and physiological within the EBH body without his intervention.

Most, if not all EBH senses, are inherent, embedded, encoded into the EBH genetics and the subconscious, pasted through conception, activated during fetal developmental stages, honed in the neonatal phase. This level of sophistication, intricacy did not originate in a fish that one day decided to just flop out of the water and grow legs.

So my point is, what if EBH’s conscious somehow, someway, at some point relays, recalls, blips data pertaining to who, what, when this form of existence began?

What if rag tag remnants of pre-Earth information lingers still deep within the EBH conscious?

What if obscure “flashbacks,” scrambled and distorted that they may be, corrupted and infected, reduced to indecipherable gibberish, surfaces from time to time, recording as unreliable data, ignored as such by most EBHs, catching the curiosity and imagination of others, stimulating senses, imagination, registering as obscure memories.

In that early EBH’s subconscious mind was actually in control of much of what he believed he was controlling perhaps explains his greatest folly ever.

Now, I know what you’re thinking, only because it’s the only conscious thing to think; you believe all this subconscious stuff is sheer nonsense. But, before you go back to your precious funny cat videos,  consider, if you will, your own government, and just about every other government out there. For all are highly invested in breaking the code that protects your magical, mystical ephemeral phenomena that is your highly personal stream of consciousness.

Back? Good. Because the undeniable fact is, whomever breaks that barrier first, wins the big game; and by that I mean, they will possess the ability to gain control of every EBH mind from the point of conception.

Consider that today, with only very limited, superficial knowledge of how the EBH mind works, advertisers know how to get you to buy their line of clothing; game developers know how to distract you for hours, days. They simply bombard you with images of positive, enjoyable, pleasing scenes and associate those images with their products.

Organizations of every description,  especially highly sophisticated ones, like financial institutions and religious organizations thrive through appealing to the EBH sense of safety and security. The hook? Join them, apply for membership, pay the nominal fee, and feel safe and secure for all eternity (literally).

Of course, financial institutions have their monthly fees, service charges, and a myriad of penalties. Religious organizations typically do not have application fees per se, but do expect substantial monthly tithes and offerings, many as much as 10% of cash holdings.

Some of the more radical religious organizations require much, much more from members including material holdings and strict adherence to very specific institutional doctrines.

Violations of these binding doctrines, some as menial as eating forbidden foods, or becoming involved, romantically or otherwise, with non-organization members, outsiders, would mean excommunication, ejection, from the organization.

This level of restriction, loss of personal freedoms, such as being forbidden to seek medical care in the case of illness or injury, can, and have, resulted in the death of members.

In the case of religious extremists fundamentalists organizations, the doctrines demand yet more. Commitment may entail total emergence into a society that will require total personal sacrifice, demanding, not only violent acts against others, but demanding the death of anyone who does not share, and/or accept, respect and abide by religious doctrines, even family members.

All religious organizations, for reasons we’ll delve into soon, rely heavily on engaging their members emotionally, deceiving them through false, fictional doctrines. Many enslaving and entrapping members through intimidating tactics known to build strong co-dependent ties. That is to say, the target EBH comes to depend on, to psychologically need the organization.

These PYSOP like tactics are highly effective against the ignorant,  gullible, and vulnerable EBH. In parochial educational systems, the instillation of mythological based beliefs effectively brain wash children from pre-teen years.

Many, many children have fallen victims to sexual abuse at the hands of Shaman at these facilities.

And so it was, after emerging from the bush, climbing down the trees, slipping on comfortable sandals, making great strides, hitting and exceeding milestone after milestone, EBH allows his guiding conscious to be effectively distracted.

The task of building on commonality, global cooperation, unity, and ensuring social stability that would, at the very least, give global unity a chance is sacrificed, forever derailed in   favor of the imaginary, fantastical, mythological realm of gods and demons.

I will offer what is currently the accepted (based on archeological finds), recorded starting point for this crucial event. 

This starting point is Mesopotamia, honored in EBH history as the first Empire. Located at what is now Iraq, within its borders was the first city, Sumer.

Universally accepted as the origin of human civilization, Mesopotamian and Sumerian citizens are credited with many defining accomplishments establishing, founding many current systems and social structures. 

Is this a factual statement? It is until an older civilization is unearthed.

You see, historical markers, such as the artifacts, structures, and whatnot excavated allowing the identification of the cities of Sumer and Babylon by archeologists, are not the only artifacts buried on the rock. Always remember, anything and everything that has existed on the rock is still on the rock, at some depth, within some layer.

EBH’s current reigning historical facts are based on artifacts, shards of pottery, tools, city walls, etcetera, unearthed to date; the reality is, within the next spin of the rock, a whole new civilization could be unearthed, ten fold advanced, ten fold sophisticated than the Mesopotamian Empire.

Anyway, for now, Mesopotamia emerged at the end of the last Ice Age, estimated at about 9600 B.C.E.

Quick note here, in marking dates and eras, the previous methods were B.C., for times and events occurring Before Christ, and A.D., indicating times and events occurring in the year of our Lord, Anno Domini; more commonly used today are B.C.E., Before the Common Era, and C.E., for Common Era.

So, understanding that (or not), Mesopotamia, the reputed, greatest empire ever, was on the proverbial map. And while I have not done this yet, I’m going to do it now, and may do it a couple more times, I am going to strongly recommend that you visit my Works Cited page and review the Mesopotamia Timeline, and see what all this early civilization is credited with.

But, two key events listed are, at around 3600 B.C.E., the Mesopotamians are credited with the invention of writing. Uh, accept that as you will; personally, I hardly agree.

The second note worthy event occurs at 3400 B.C.E.: Priests become the rulers of Mesopotamian cities. And this is the event of which I refer.

Now, I have been stating that social developments have been occurring unilaterally, uniglobular, simultaneously, such as development of ugh into a complex tribal language; and that is why I cannot accept that the Mesopotamian tribes invented writing; for every tribe invented writing.

But this, priest becoming rulers thing? That was definitely not one of those events.

Unfortunately, this occurring in such an influential, prominent, persuasive foundational society, with its ground breaking, charismatic leaders, like Hammurabi, Sargon, and Nebuchadnezzar; this permitting the ascension of mythological phonies, soundly detached from reality, many existing in surreal, psychosis induced delusionary realms, not worlds, was the spark igniting a global, disastrous, all consuming wildfire that would claim millions upon millions of EBH lives and property, homes and kingdoms. 

For it was one thing to create a tribal deity to unite the citizens around; it was one thing to build temples for that deity, to erect brazened images, typically fashioned after some prominent, local hero EBH, for comfort and acceptance and familiarity.

It was one thing to invite all tribal citizens to join the community congregation, key word being invite, and to lovingly welcome those who wished to participate at their own chosen level, while respecting those who opted to light their little candles and worship in the privacy of their own homes.

You see, a lot of conscientious leaders understood, it was one thing to adopt one tribal deity as supreme, allowing that deity stature above all other existing deities (and there were plenty). It was important, after all, that EBH know that he was not of unknown origin; he needed to know he had at least a great father, a grand creator, somewhere in that vast void of darkness, sitting on a majestic throne, in an unknown, unseen mysterious Heaven.

EBH had answered, finally, that nagging question, each tribe in its own way. The    creation of his deities proved useful to some extent, in that the tribal citizenry did, for the most part, unify around their designated, chosen god, and in many cases, family of gods, whether that god was in the form of a ram, eagle, or a familiar image, such as an iconic local personality. The latter added credence to the belief EBH exists in the image of his creator.

Still others opted to adopt more supernatural gods. These were typically all powerful, omniscient, unseen gods that are always present, always watching, observing his every move, aware of every EBH thought, every EBH act. These were gods that not only gave life, but could take it away. Gods that could richly reward, or harshly punish.

These Gods could offer eternal salvation in an utopian Heaven, a place among the star’s above, or condemn the disbelieving, disobedient EBH to eternal suffering in the very pits of Hell, a fiery, torturous place in the belly of his rock.

Yes. EBH had finally answered that plaguing, nagging, question. He now knew his origin, no matter how fictional that origin was, and just as important, he now knew his final destiny, eternal rewards, or eternal misery.

But, EBH was not content; no, not content at all. 

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The Disillusioned Earthbound Human: A Tragedy  (Part III, “Rooaarrr!)

Revised July 2017
An irrefutable fact: A species, humanoid or otherwise, will not persist without the continued, cyclic reproduction and proper nurturing, the educating and indoctrinating of new generations in responsible protecting, sustaining, and advancing their given culture.

In every EBH tribe, there existed two genders. A male gender and a female gender. And through copulation of the male and female (yes, I must be specific here), a child EBH was conceived and delivered into life on the rock.

Now, please understand this, only because here lies one of the greatest fallacy regarding EBH female and male relationships; while different in general appearance, that is to say, the female was fairer than the male, while she is often smaller in frame, with genitalia and a reproductive system specific to permit child conception, development and delivery, the female EBH was strong and capable of standing toe to toe, side by side, not only in conducting day to day tasks, of any category, but also in protecting home and community.

It was in fact the case, the female was often considered more ferocious and dominant than the her male counterpart, in that she had to provide food for herself and her offspring, and protect the nest, as it were.

That’s right, I said had to provide for herself and her babies, only because, since their primal days, the male EBH was very often suitable for accomplishing one task efficiently, or at the very least effectively. He could fertilize her egg. Other than that, he was unreliable as partners go.

Not much, many will tell, has changed in that regard.

But also understand,  male and female EBH did work and play together, struggled and accomplished as an effective team, supported and encouraged one another through many challenges, domestic and society linked, as equal members of a community, large or small. For just as there were plenty of deadbeats to deal with, there were also plenty of males who appreciated and embraced the skills and talents the strengths of the female.

These two distinct and independent EBHs had, after all, woke up together on the rock, and they would survive together on it. This fact just seemed to be an inherent understanding. It seemed once again whomever, whatever deposited this curious species onto their tiny rock, had considered every aspect of survivability; this had not been a random act, some bizarre evolutionary process, some wham bam I just made a man event. 

At one point the female EBH was held in an iconic position in society, with tribes commissioning statues in her honor. These flattering, towering bare breasted images attested to her undeniable providence in communities.

In some cultures, she was not restricted even in her sexual prowessness.

Let’s take a look at the Etruscan woman, the better half of a pre-Roman Italian culture, as an example.

The Etruscan woman was a sophisticated, empowered, integral element of the advanced society. She was involved in commerce, politics, and society. What made this woman unique was that she also enjoyed the freedom to participate in, engage in casual sexual trysts with whomever she pleased. 

Because these women prided themselves in physical fitness and impeccable appearance, they considered being seen nude by others, especially men, as a compliment, not as an embarrassment or disgrace. 

The Etruscans are one of the first societies to flaunt open marriages. They very well may have originated the orgy; wife sharing/swapping, as well as the other way around,  was a custom to them. The women not only accepted many men onto their couches, they raised any child that resulted out of their encounters, whether they could identify the biological father or not.

This custom would later come to be criticized by the following Egyptian and Roman sex mongrels.

Many other cultures would simply bestow the title of goddess upon their women, and commission a stone carver to produce an image worthy of her.

One of the most notable finds to date is a statuette of a possible goddess of fertility that dates back nine thousand years. (Sorry Young Earth Creationist EBH.)

The find was in an ancient Turkish settlement called Çatalhöyük. The settlement is believed to have existed for longer than a millennium.

Now, having said all that, let’s delve into what many regard as an exercise in futility, what still others refer to as absolute nonsense, and at least one news commentator calls total bullshit; that social practice that has perpetrated more harm than good, more deception and lies than a presidential campaign, more financial ruin, more deaths, murders and suicides, as well as murder-suicides, that little something known as marriage.

By it’s most simplest and basic definition, marriage is an mutually agreed to domestic, and very often a financially beneficial union between two EBHs, female-male, female- female, male-male, and oddly enough, female-corpse (yes, I’m serious).

From that, every culture added their own spin, restrictions, requirements, and fees. The only commonality across the rock regarding marriages, from the most basic ho-hum no certificate common law marriage, to the more complex polygamy what-you-buy-one-you-better-buy-all arrangements, all were, at the base root, designed to advantage the male EBH. (Oh, you’ll hear some contrary arguments to this, but all moot.)

Allow me to expound.

In the beginning, there was the Patriarchal Social Experiment gone horribly wrong. Quite frankly, EBH’s grandest bone-head move ever. And while we will revisit this social catastrophe in detail in the last installment of this series, suffice it, for now, to be said that male EBH had declared himself the indisputable King; no, scratch that, EBH had arrogantly proclaimed himself God on Earth.

And so, because he was now a God, he commanded not only female EBH, but even every other lesser EBH (essentially everybody else).

A female EBH, regardless of status, rich, poor, slave, wife of the God, was subjugated and literally at the mercy of her man.

This incidentally, is still the case on much of the rock today.

For this reason, female EBH could be, by her father, husband, owner, given away, traded away, sold, enslaved, prostituted out, or simply killed.

Now, I know what you are thinking, there had to be laws protecting the females; and yes, there were. Recall I stated there were primitive cultures that held woman up in the highest esteem, as Goddesses, but, and this is going to sound odd, 99.9% of that went away with the first true civilization formed.

That first true civilization, at least the title, went to Mesopotamia, which is recorded as having come on line at the end of the last Ice Age, about 10000 B.C.E.

The first recognized written laws that provided for female EBH came out of this so called first civilization, in the form of  The Codes of Hammurabi, penned in 1772 (Babylon) B.C.E.

While female was provided a measure of protection under Emperor Hammurabi’s Codes of Law, sadly, she also began her downward spiral under him. A downward spiral that would find her in the proverbial pits of Hell; a downward spiral she is still desperately trying to recover from today.

So, the question arises, was the early honoring of the female EBH, permitting her extraordinary privileges, extraordinary freedoms, something the primitive EBH societies had come up with on their own, or was this behavior more subconscious encoding surfacing?

Undeniably, the EBH female was an integral element in developing EBH society; and, in many instances her skills and talents over shadowed that of the brute  male.

In addition to, and in conjunction with her fertility status, as the child bearer, she was regarded as the true and only source of lineage, and rightfully so. Again, the domestic partner was not always necessarily the sire of the child. 

Had she enjoyed that level of stature prior to finding herself Earthbound?

Within the tribes, she acquired education, held public office at all levels, served as a jurist, was a successful proprietor and negotiator of business, and a land owner in equal standing with the male.

If her domestic relationship with her male partner dissolved, she was entitled to, and received her fair share of the couple’s joint holdings, as was right and just.

Because of this recognition, this acknowledgment and acceptance of gender equality, societies, tribes, alliances flourished in productivity, growth, and stature.

Global EBH was functioning at one hundred percent efficiency; both male and female actively engaged across the board, in every aspect of life. Neither gender was ruling over, undermining, exploiting the other.

All seemed to be going great on the tiny rock. 

But, for some reason male EBH was not content. Not at  all content.

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The Disillusioned Earthbound Human: A Tragedy  (Part II, “Ugh!)

(Revised July, 2017)

Our EBH has somehow, someway come to exist on a tiny speck of a floating space rock, a rock that is spinning and spinning like a nonstop Ferris wheel, like an out of control merry-go-round. And, as if that wasn’t enough to scramble his  brain, the rock is also locked into an orbit around one of millions of brilliant, flaming fireball rocks, itself floating in what appears, at least to his naked eyes, as an endless void of scary blackness. And his questions remains: How? Why? When? And, by who’s hand? By what means?

The EBH does not know the answer; and sadly, will never know. The question is,  and will forever be, the ultimate conundrum, that eternal mystery.

But assuming, just for grins and giggles, EBH was brought to his rock by, oh, let’s say concerned parents, his people, a victim of the classic dying society, brought to the rock for his own good, his own safety, the last hope of a race; or perhaps, while we’re toying with ideas, perhaps he was sentenced here, brought here as an exile, to separate him from his culture for whatever reason, dropped into an uncharted, never to be found again,  alien, albeit survivable wilderness, to literally do or die.

The possibilities are endless, limited only by one’s imagination. But whatever the case, EBH should have (one would think), quickly gotten over what he did not know, and focused on what he did know, focused on what he physically saw before him: Not only a survivable environment, but the realistic opportunity to live long and prosper .

Now, to his early credit, and our first hint at his potential, EBH did in fact survive; but, this survival can be attributed to a simple, inherent reflex, the fight or flight reflex; a built-in survival trait. (Essentially, all Earthbound creatures, great and small, possess it.)

However, when he was not tussling with some creature, for his dinner, or running from some beast looking to make a meal out of him, EBH opted to sit and sear, to pout, to in fact behave as a neglected, abandoned child, throwing tantrums and breaking his toys, in this case, destroying and poisoning his only means of survival; poisoning his sustaining resources, so graciously provided by his rock. 

Maybe EBH remained angry because no note was left by Mommy, promising to return for him some day. Maybe he was upset because no instructions were left as how to best survive on a strange, unfamiliar rock.

Perhaps, more angering and frustrating than any of that was the simple fact of not knowing from where he came, or why he was on the rock at all.

There was no map home. There was no number to phone home. There was nothing. At least that he knew of.

EBH, simply woke up one day (consciously speaking, of course) to find himself standing in the warmth of a brightly shining sun, under trees laden with more sweet fruits than Kroger’s could ever offer.

He walked through wild gardens, vines adorned with the most juicy and tasty vegetables, of every conceivable kind, growing in abundance.

He waded through clear flowing rivers teaming with nourishing, protein rich fish, and wondered among  animals of every conceivable kind as they roamed the hills and valleys, edible ones and hard working beasts of burden.

He looked up, and watched birds of every description and color as they filled the skies, others as they nested, laying white, brown, and speckled eggs.

I’m sure he appreciated quenching rains as they poured down from blackened skies, washing all periodically. 

No, EBH didn’t just wake up to find himself alone and in dire straights, he woke up and found himself in a veritable garden paradise; well, at least he knew where such gardens were located. 

If EBH was in fact abandoned, left to fend for himself, for a short period of time, or all time, whoever, whatever transported, delivered, deposited him (if in fact that was the case), onto the surface of his spinning rock, a rock in a vast void of rocks, that entity did their homework, or at the very least had compassion, for they could not have chosen a more life supporting, life sustaining rock.

But back to reality, because it was not just a matter of EBH not accepting his awakening in paradise; it just could not be that simple. It was not just a matter of not bringing himself to simply embrace his good fortune, damn all that; no, EBH harbored a deep seeded, all consuming obsession, and that obsession was compounded by, not only a growing anger, but an equally growing and festering savagery.

EBH was not satisfied with being supported, nurtured, sustained by his rock, prison or savings grace; and, on the methodical vanishing of the burning, blazing, yellow rock, and the simultaneous appearance of a multitude of other rocks, illuminating, dotting the black canvas, EBH only laid back and stared; stared, knowing, suspecting, somewhere among the twinkling space rocks, was his true home, his true family, the place he belonged, or at least had to return for whatever reason, complete a task, effect revenge.

Now, please recall I explained that all EBHs possess a conscious. That inner most self, that which allowed him thought, as well as all that he could sense, sight, hearing, touch; that inexplicable presence within him that was his alone, that distinguished him from all other EBHs.

That mysterious thing that, as with his origin, as with his destiny, no EBH, none, not a single psychologist, not one psychiatrist, certainly no self-proclaimed Shaman of any organized religious cult, could legitimately claim to have knowledge of, not then, not now, not ever. Oh, make no mistake, many, many simple minded EBHs have in the past orbits, do in the present orbits, and will in orbits to come claimed to possess such knowledge, but understand, that is only their delusion, or well scripted ruse.

For the human conscious is as distinct and personal as finger prints; no two the same. And while EBH can obtain an image of finger prints, while he can trace the intricate patterns, the swirling scrolls with his little pencil, he will never understand the message, the coding, the true meaning and purpose of those meticulous patterns, how they really link to and identify the EBH.

If any “instructions,” if any guidance, or compelling messages were left by those who delivered the EBH to the surface of his rock, those guiding messages may have been encoded into the EBH subconscious; even if nothing more than, “Good luck! You’re on your own!” (After all, he was eventually able to climb down a tree and into a skyscraper.) And perhaps, while we’re free thinking, those intricate finger prints somehow identify the conscious, the being existing within the biological frame. But we’re getting ahead of ourselves, so let us slow down, and back up a bit.

I need to explain that while I’m using EBH in the singular tense; it must be understood, there were a multitude of EBH tribes scattered throughout the surface of the rock; and, genetically speaking, all these EBHs were/are the same; that is to say, all sport two legs, two arms, one head, one brain, etcetera, etcetera.

Some tribes do enjoy variations to the basic theme, facial features mostly, height and skin tone, others, hair density and texture. But, what must be understood is all possess that conscious, with it’s encoded intuition, the ability to reason, to think, to evaluate and choose.

Considering their similarities (and differences), each individual tribe considered itself equal in standing with all other tribes, and rightfully so; no tribe enjoyed an advantage over another, physically, cognitively. All were equal on the rock.

Oh, each tribe certainly embraced their own unique cultural differences; in many cases, tribal leaders did undoubtedly tout their tribes as superior to others. Bigger, stronger, more powerful. And while some tribes did seem to discover aspects about their rock quicker than others, essentially all tribes acclimated and advanced socially at the same global pace.

So, the second all time pressing question consuming EBH was/is, considering the undeniable similarities, were all tribes linked to the same magical, mystical origin in some way?

Were all EBHs cast in the image of a single, magical, mystical all mighty creator? Was EBH created in those same lush gardens he found himself walking through? Did every EBH on the rock, of every tribe across the rock truly originate from two EBHs? More importantly, only six thousand years ago? There are many who speculate that is the case, just lack the (fantastic) hard evidence to prove their suspicions, and disprove the mounds of hard evidence to the contrary. (Especially the time factor.)

Or, as the scientific, floating, spinning space rock experts like to profess, did EBH evolve as a result of a “ big bang ” somewhere in the cosmos, and all the microbe particles combined to form the first living cells, which evolved to form EBH? This would certainly account for the multitude of tribes, as those microbes would cover the rock, not fall only on select spots.

Or, did EBH originate of a Father and Mother EBH, of a race of EBHs, parents, biologically capable of passing DNA encoding, damn whether brought to the rock on a field trip, stranded on the rock due to some kind of space bus accident, or beamed down by Science teacher Scotty.

The irrefutable fact remains, the evidence strong and obviously undeniable, all EBH share the same basic genetic coding, all EBHs are born, vaginally, of the female EBH, all EBHs possess a conscious, intelligence, and the capacity to not only advance, but advance socially, curiously, simultaneously.

All this confirms, all EBH originate from a common species.

I’ll throw one more in, only because it’s my personal favorite.

Perhaps, Scotty’s mission was not to beam down single specimens, rather beam down couples, mixed gender experimental groups, small homesteading communities, in a scatter plot pattern, covering all land forms identified as potentially life supporting. The seeding of the rock, as it were. Sure, it would have been a momentous undertaking, even for a highly sophisticated, scientifically advanced society like his, but it would certainly explain the multitude of tribes, the obvious similarities, and slight dissimilarities, attributed to developing in different regions, under varried circumstances.

I say specimen because Scotty (archeology tells us) did not beam down fully developed EBHs, rather EBH in their primal stage; this to allow a slow, purposeful, full acclamation to his new home. (Makes total sense, right?)

Now, I need to include that one of the current dominant theories is that all EBHs, every single one, from the Australian aborigines to the the British Royal family, all evolved from a single set of parents. Parents that evolved from a single cell organism. Nuff said about that. 

But alas, which ever of the preceding, if any, is correct and true, no one will ever know, and that’s fine, because it is all inconsequential. For as far as EBH was concerned back in his formative phase, to his present phase, there is no yesterday, there is no tomorrow, there is only the now. And for a fleeting moment, he actually seemed to grasp that intuitive fact.

We know this by the sheer fact that he survived. Allow me to expound on that a little. 

Incredibly, EBH managed to survive his initial phase; his primal phase of existence on the rock. Incredible because those initial acclamation orbits were the ultimate down and dirty, the most perilous dog eat dog phase that in all honesty could have gone either way. But not only does EBH survive, impressively, he actually manages to advanced himself socially.

And this is where we pick up EBH’s hapless plight; not that the whole evolving ape-man thing isn’t interesting; I strongly recommend you read all you can on that phase. I just do not consider it critical to this particular effort.

What is interesting is EBH’s reaching a point of existing which allows for the (perhaps) activation of some encoded skills and/or embedded, subconscious instructions. For once again, essentially all EBH tribes began to develop socially along similar lines. The key driving development was the establishment of communication, both oral and in writing. 

For no man can rule a tribe (or a kingdom) without a clear published mandate. 

No king can preserve his legacy, record his glorious conquests, properly proclaim his supremacy throughout the lands without proper, tangible means and methods.

So somehow, someway, again perhaps due to some universal inherent knowledge, an embedded skill set resurfacing, each tribe seemed to (almost) simultaneously accomplish a universal task. 

Each EBH tribe developed, tailored specifically to each tribe, variations of the basic “ugh.”

Now consider this carefully, what each and everyone one of us (today) essentially takes for granted, even to the point of abuse, speech, words pooled together in strings, in the most creative and imaginative ways, in conversations, in public speaking, in song, all originated from the first ever ugh.

What so many scientists, anthropologists, archeologists, certainly linguists refer to as the evolution of EBH speech was in fact only the recalling of stored skills. Instead of evolving, EBH was painfully, but successfully, reestablishing an existence.

He first found his voice through the frustrated utterance of ugh, then, out of sheer necessity, quickly employed volume, stress, and pitch, as these were critical in communicating across distances and thick jungle. Intonation, pace, emphasis, gestures, hand and face, as well as body positioning and stance were all needed in close proximity communication. Story telling. Instruction delivery to a young hunter. Explaining that unfamiliar red dye on his collar to a highly suspicious Mrs EBH.

The universal,  basic ugh gave way to a more melodic, meaningful voice.

The intricacies of meaningful speech were reestablished, literally. Objects, and more importantly, personalities acquired their own sounds, their own names.

EBH was on a role, but while oral communication was great for close proximity messaging, it did not do much for distance messaging.

Enter the sharpened stone and the sandstone tablet.

Once again we see this uncanny ability to simultaneously resolve this issue as well. Taking these two readily available items in hand, EBH begins to scratch, imprint creative, unique, complex, and often ornamental scribblings, not unlike those found on his finger tips. 

Individual scribblings were then curiously combined in sets coming to represent a tribesman name, an official title, a label for a tool or utensil, the name of a river, or a fruit.

And so it came to be, all tribal EBHs not only possessed verbal speech, but written language as well.

While many tribes continually modified and expanded their languages and vocabularies, many others still use a very basic, simplistic dialect today.

Surprisingly, even the most simplistic known dialects accomplish what are considered the essential elements of meaningful communication. That is to say, even crude dialects involve a sender, a distinct and clear message, target a specific receiver, allow for/solicit feedback, permit a channel (or medium), consider potential interference and address specific situations.

These early utterances and scribblings permitted a crude, yet functional level of communication, not only within the tribe, but enabled communication with other neighboring tribes in the region.

EBH was connected, and quickly set to built meaningful circles of friends, form groups, and crucial alliances. 

Within the tribe, these early utterances and scribblings were important in EBH establishing some semblance of social organization (not always effective), and law and order, (not always accepted, nor abided by all tribal members); and more importantly, he was now able to commission an official scribe to record all of his accomplishments for all time.

History was enabled. But, as is true today, recorded history is not always factual. As is true today, recorded history favors the recorder; for this reason, it is always recommended that, when researching historical events, historical personalities, read from the perspective of all entities involved.

What you will generally find is no one claims to be the bad guy, no one accepts fault, only offer defenses and justification for their actions. All claim to have been acting in the best interest of their people, and more importantly, all was carried out in “God’s name. ”  Well, in their God’s name at least, considering there have been an estimated twelve thousand God’s worshipped on the rock. 

Also, while these fledgling communication tools were not interchangeable from one tribe to another, their simplicity and repetitive characteristics allowed one EBH tribe to adequately learn another tribe’s language without too much difficulty.

And so it was, EBH could effectively, and meaningfully dialogue with EBH and thus enabled a myriad of social interactions such as trading of goods, sharing of ideas, establishment of cooperatives that would allow public works projects mutually benefiting multiple tribes.

All was well and good. But the EBH was not content. Not at all content.

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The Disillusioned Earthbound Human: A Tragedy  (Part I: “In the beginning…”)

This is the first part of what I hope is a mind tingling, thought provoking, fact based series built from a multitude of academic papers, science documentaries, and historical records. This series is intended to serve as, not only a stand alone Mini-Series, but also as a draft of what will eventually evolved into a greater work to be published later this year. (Of course, it will be evolving under continual revising and editing.)
The goals and objectives for this effort are to produce short, engaging, entertaining, yet educational, historically correct pieces, written at a level early readers, ESL, in fact, emerging readers of any age can manage. If I can reach those readers, I know I can reach all readers with this enlightening account of Earthbound human’s (EBH) plight on his third rock from the Sun.

I, of course, being the consummate existentialist, offer a slightly different (and I believe lighter) perspective than the dry, rules and guidelines state textbook writers are mandated to take. And, while I certainly do not expect to alter the predestined, ultimate conclusion to the story of EBH, I do hope to instill in many of those who read a better understanding of their world.

In my quest to capture, engage, and retain young, busy thinkers, I exclude what I consider extraneous, commonly understood and accepted trivia, and focus on pivotal, life changing events. As I do not write to frighten or shock the reader, I address the reader more as a conversationalist, rather than a lecturer. While, obviously, I am an EBH, I offer my information through the eyes of a detached, neutral observer.

Another goal and objective I hope to achieve is to entice and motivate the reader to want to know more, to want to learn more, perhaps, to verify what I offer as truths and facts. Not wanting to produce an academic paper per se, that is, a page of text peppered with distracting footnotes and/or in text citations, I opt to provide a plethora of resources, via a Works Cited addendum, for the reader to explore and browse through.

Again, in hope of capturing the young reader, my conversational format could be construed as something of a bedtime story, albeit a bedtime story that could be crudely aligned with the classic Shakespearean tragedy, that is to say there are kingdoms, warriors, damsels in distress, alleged witches, and plenty of demons. And, as in many Shakespearean tales, no one survives, there are no true heroes, the women are degraded and exploited, lies and deception are at every turn, with greed and self-glorification being the very foundation of the story.

But the sad truth is, this is not a fictional tale at all. 

This is an actual tragedy being played out in real time, day in and day out. Ongoing. Non-stop. Undeniable by anyone. Inescapable by no one. This is a depiction of life on planet Earth. It is the story of what man, EBH, has evolved to.

One key point I try to impress on readers is simply, if EBH was not consumed, obsessed with one senseless issue, his present day world would be a totally different place; but this obsession of his was gripping, I suspect, driven more out of fear than curiosity.

For however EBH projects himself to his public, whatever he may claim to be as an entity, beneath the false image, a shiny facade, for EBH then, as he is now, is but a frightened, insecure, paranoid, speck of matter, consumed by an inherent, unshakeable, bone chilling fear of the unknown.

At the root of this gripping fear, is his obsession with his very origin. Simply stated, EBH does not know how he came to be on his rock; it is essentially the human version of the age old question: What came first? The chicken or the egg? This single conundrum will find him topsy turvy and eventually in a dead stick, spiraling tailspin. A tailspin he may never recover from.

So driven is he about learning where he came from, why he is here, on this floating space rock, who placed him on this rock, his inability to control his own mind does him in.

Instead of accepting reality, he allows his mind to conjure up, fabricate, create delusional scenarios of his coming to be Earthbound. 

The tragedy then is, despite possessing the capacity to grasp reality, despite possessing the ability to rationalize his situation and understand his origin was inconsequential, at the very least, a priority to his existence.

For the facts, the truths, the sequence of events, the interventions of whoever, whatever, which led to, not only his, but all creatures coming to co-exist on Earth, whether it involved a magical, mystical  glorious creator of all things great and small, whether it involved a life form creating celestial big bang, whether it involved the biological evolution of a single celled organism that first threaded water, then walked ashore, or whether it involved a maniacal space traveler named Scotty, knowledgeable in transporter technology. That information, needless to say, has never been, is not now, nor will ever be accessible/available to an EBH that, instead of exhibiting rational thought, responsibility, some measure of level headedness, presented only as an undisciplined, reckless, irresponsible simpleton.

 A quick reflection on this creature, this Earthbound humanoid curiosity. 

EBH is but one of many, many interesting creatures, lifeforms calling this floating space rock home. And while it is generally acknowledged that he possesses the ability to reason, it is also generally accepted that he tends to grossly misuse that skill, and in many instances, not use it at all.

Also, while he is only one of an unknown number of species that benefits from the ability to “think,” he favors an affinity towards using creativity and imagination, both surreal and illogical processes, almost to a fault.

Not much else is known about his existence at all, other than he may or may not be the only Earthbound creature who possesses an independent, personalized, individualized conscious, what he has come to call a soul.

Important note, the EBH fancies himself as the sole reigning, master of his floating rock, but  only because no other humanoid lifeform(s) has/have presented to prove him hopelessly wrong, or challenge his declaration of supremacy (to date, that is).

This is interesting because the EBH is one of the most physically, emotionally, biologically, and chemically sensitive, and therefore fragile, creatures on his rock. Millions upon millions of EBHs terminate annually due to physical trauma, a myriad of diseases and physiological disorders, and sheer self-destruction through a myriad of ingenious methods including ingestion, injection, and inhalation of life ending substances. Millions upon millions more are not terminated, but permanently disabled, rendered useless to society. 

But the most fascinating and prevalent method of terminating millions of EBHs is with high velocity muskets. These pop guns project a metal ball that tears through human flesh like it was paper, splintering bones, and damaging major, life sustaining internal organs.

EBH on EBH violence.

And so, it’s with this brief introduction that I hope to offer you a thought provoking break from drinking establishments, iron man work out sessions, funny cat videos. I trust, as loyal and dedicated “friends,” colleagues, family, that you’ll not only read, but share my words with your connections and circles. Remember, we all enjoy different tastes;  what may not be your cup of tea, just may be honey to another. Each new posting will offer an aggressive prospective of this suffering, disillusioned, misguided creature. Please stay with me.

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The Unification of Global Societies 

Okay. Here’s the official DhesBar Publications take on all this Russian/U.S. cyber war hacking controversy.

 First, understand that I arrive at conclusions from the perspective of one who has stood on the front lines, in the Western Pacific, the Mediterrean, and on the shores of Japan, eyes fixed towards the Koreas. I do not now, nor have I ever relied on a talking head from Fox, CNN, ABC, etcetera, for my information, or untrustworthy propaganda. Therefore, I hope you will find this entry not only issue appropriate, but thought provoking as well. I strive not to spew out rehashed, canned news releases/opinions like some burned out, shamed newscasters do; I try to instill a sense of involvement and even ownership on the part of my reader. For what happens globally is not “their” problem, it’s “our” problem as well.

So, consider first and foremost that we, every single one of us is now and forever will be Earth bound humans. No matter our so called races, cultures, ethnicities, no matter our bordered country of origin, abstract and fluid as those borders are, we the people are (presently) nothing more than expendable pawns, driven, pitted against one another by power crazed, greedy, often unqualified “world leaders,” many of those self appointed. These political machines clash in deadly, costly, senseless, seemingly never ending  territorial struggles in sole quest of more personal wealth, fame, notoriety, more oil, more gold, more real estate. The names of the countries actively jockeying for global supermacy change with the tides, but presently the top three are Russia, China, and the United States. Engaged in a pseudo conflict, alledgedly over concern of the Syrian people, the Russian and U.S. governments have collectively, essentially leveled cities and towns, not only murdering untold numbers of innocents, but driving millions more people into chaos. All the while, the citizens of both the U.S. and Russia clamor over deterioating condition in their respective countries, both in terms of failing infrastructures (like collapsing freeway bridges), and social/economic conditions (like healthcare and jobs). This will remain to be the worsening global situation as long as citizens, of all nations, tolerate such inept, irresponsible leadership. 

The alternative is clear; the time has come for the inevitable unification of all Earthbound societies. Yes, world peace is achievable; there can be an end to constant fighting and warring, the massacre of millions, the displacement of millions, the creation of wastelands where cities once stood. You see, where a handful of self focused world leaders fail, millions of strong, solidly bonded citizens can succeed. The survival of our global societies then, falls on the societies themselves. And it falls on the peoples, the citizens of the top nations to initiate this unification process. Without the support of the masses, out of control leaders are rendered powerless. Weapons of dispicable destruction will be lowered, and tools of global cooperation raised. Hatreds based on, founded on ignorance and false, subjugating, hypocritical   mythological doctrines and insanity must cease;  acceptance of the fact that we are all Earthbound brothers and sisters, trusted stewards of this planet must take hold. 

Yes, the hands of the few can level a city, but it is the minds, the hands, the ideas, the love and spirit  of cooperation on the part of millions that will ultimately provide our decendents peace and prosperity. We the global people are all we have, if we fail, then we are doomed, and we are doomed by our own complacency, not the hands of any lunatic.

A supportive anectdote to the above. In the summer of 1975, I, and two shipmates, wandered the streets of Hong Kong. We made our way into a cozy little drinking establishment that was alive with familiar (American) music and plenty of laughter. On reaching the bar, we were greeded warmly by the barkeep, a stout man who also sported raised eyebrows at our presence. We noticed we were also drawing a few glances from the partying clientel. The barkeep politely inform us that we were in the company of predominantly Russian sailors. But, we were not asked to leave; we were not denied service. We were simply advised. On glancing once again towards the partying group, one of the Russian sailors raised his glass in respectful salute. I will not divulge the rest of this story other than to say we stayed and enjoyed a fun, enlightening evening. 

You see, people are people; all have dreams, all have families, all seek peace and prosperity. Not only continued prosperity for the 1%, but prosperity for all citizens. Personally? I could give a shit what was in HRCs emails. All I know is I didn’t read a single one, and I’m pretty sure most busy voters didn’t either. Americans voted for DT out of frustration and anger with the do nothing, accomplish nothing, improve nothing Washington estabishment, not because anything Valdemier did, said, or hacked. So, I’m pleading with you to wake up to the truth. Slap your own consciousness around and stop believing the deceptions. We need citizens, not chattel. Join your global brothers and sisters and reclaim your world.