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

Last we heard, EBH conceded that he was bound to the surface of a rock; a rock floating, spinning, orbiting a brilliant, life sustaining Sun.  He further conceded his rock was not the only one of its kind,  for every night, he could gaze upon an endless void, speckled with other rocks just like his.

EBH also accepted that this rock offered just about everything he could conceivably need or want to survive. Veggies, of every variety and texture, sweet fruits dangling from trees, bundled on vines, red meats to simmer, roast, or dry, tender pork and succulent feathered birds, many laying protein rich eggs. And that was only on the ground.

The vast oceans and wide, flowing rivers were teaming with finned fish of countless variations, beds of bivalve molluscs, shellfish, octopus, squid, all nourishing, strengthening.

In addition, 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, confidently and skillfully assuming 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 instances, presented as more aggressive and forward, in many aspects of life, than her male counterpart, including, but certainly not limited to the sexual realm.

As the bearer of EBH children, as the mother of the species, she was  honored for her fertility, and more importantly, as the true and only source of lineage, of heritage.

Together, the female and male EBH would carry the responsibility to nurture and educate the children, whether biologically theirs or not, as a team, properly preparing each child to succeed them as hard working, conscientious, productive and responsible members of the tribe.

EBH was in communication with other tribes, near and far, trading goods, sharing ideas, sharing discoveries and new, time saving techniques. He was engaging in cooperative projects, like irrigation systems and road construction, so that the lives of all EBHs could improve.

The surface of his rock, his landscape was changing. Small 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 put the question to rest. 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, let’s 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 not from psychiatrist or psychologist and their infamous couches, rather obstetricians in joint studies with neonatal neurologists.

Sighting multiple cases, these specialist in the yet to be born confidently state that a developing fetus within the woumb 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 parents; 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.

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

Consider, our children are typically taught they possess five basic senses: sight, hearing, touch, taste, and smell. But studies have long concluded that count is actually as many as twenty-one distinct senses.

One example is our sense of touch. Well, as I’m sure we’ll all 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 home monitoring system. That’s your conscience telling you you are hungry, not your stomach. 

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

Many, if not most EBH senses, are inherent, embedded, encoded into the EBH subconscious through the neonatal, fetal developmental stages. Its very conceivable some could carry from pre-Earthbound existence.

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

What if rag tag remnants of that information lingered still deep within the EBH conscious?

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

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 the ability to gain control of every EBH mind, from the point of conception. 

Consider today, with only very limited, superficial knowledge, 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.

Of course, financial institutions have their monthly fees, service charges, and a myriad of penalties. Religious organizations typically do not have application fees, 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 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 their religious doctrines.

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

These psychological operations, tactics are highly effective against the ignorant EBH produced by a religion influenced educational system.

And so it was, the EBH conscious was effectively distracted, diverted from the task of building on commonality, global cooperation and unity, and ensuring social stability.

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 embrazened images, typically fashioned after some prominent EBH for comfort and acceptance.

It was one thing to invite all citizens to join the congregation, and lovingly welcome those who wished to participate at their own chosen level, considering, of course, while similar in general appearance, each EBH possessed an independent, free spirited conscious, coded and programmed to support individuality.

It was one thing to believe one tribal deity was supreme, above all others, the creator of all things Earthbound, the creator of the mysterious universe itself, never to be denied, never to be disrespected, never to be the subject of blasphemy. It was important, after all, that EBH know that he was not of unknown origin; he needed to know he had at least a father, a creator, somewhere in that vast void of darkness and mystery.

EBH’s creation of his deities were useful to some extent. The tribal citizenry did, for the most part, unify around their designated god, and in many cases, family of gods, whether that god was in the form of a familiar images, such as himself, which was, more often than not, the case, or the form of something sustaining, such as a calf, or the Sun, or a tree.

Still others opted to adopt more universal gods. These were typically all powerful, omniscient unseen gods that were always present, always watching, observing his every move, aware of every thought. 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.

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

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