"The modern banking system manufactures money out of nothing. The process is perhaps the most astounding piece of sleight of hand that was ever invented. Banking was conceived in iniquity and born in sin. Bankers own the earth. Take it away from them, but leave them the power to create money and control credit, and with the flick of a pen, they will create enough money to buy it back again. Take this great power away from the bankers and all the great fortunes like mine will disappear, and they ought to disappear, for this would be a better and happier world to live in. But if you want to continue the slaves of bankers and pay the cost of your own slavery, let them continue to create money and to control credit."
- Sir Josiah Stamp, Director and President of the Bank of England during the 1920's
There is a story. It is a short story. It is one I have often told. It leans on the Chicken Little story for existence. You know the one in which all the animals are running to find a place to hide because the sky is falling. At least, all the animals think that the sky is falling. In my telling of it I would always preface it by saying that I know it is a true story because I was there. This is that story.
“As all the animals and myself were running in panic to find a safe place to hide we noticed in the middle of a large meadow a lone figure on top of a small knoll. The figure was the sparrow. He was lying on his back with his feet pointed into the air.
We all stopped in our tracks and shouted, “Sparrow, sparrow, the sky is falling! The sky is falling! Hurry! Come with us and we will find a safe place to hide.”
The sparrow glanced at us and smiled. “I’m going to catch the sky.” He said.
The squirrel, (he always spoke first) then yelled to the sparrow, ‘Sparrow, the sky is too big and heavy for you to catch. You are far too small. Look at the bear. The bear has great big leg and she knows that she cannot catch the sky. Look at the elephant. The elephant has the biggest legs of us all and he knows that he cannot catch the sky. And look at David. David also has big legs and even he knows that he cannot catch the sky. And you, with your spindly little legs stuck in the air, you think you can catch the sky.’
Undaunted, the sparrow just continued to smile and said, “One does what one can.”
This short little story is what jogs me to write this book. I am not one who has a single minded focus to a cause. There are times when I want to shake the world and say, “Can’t you see what’s happening.” And there are times that I am filled with apathy and say to myself, “What’s the use. Nobody is listening anyway.”
But that little sparrow, he is constantly reminding me that, “One does what one can.”
There are others, as well, who seem to spring into awareness from a myriad of sources. They say things like:
“Anyone who trades liberty for security deserves neither liberty nor security.”
First They Came For
…By Reverend Martin Niemoeller…
In Germany, the Nazis first came for the communists, and
I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a communist.
Then they came for the Jews, and I didn’t speak up because
I wasn’t a Jew.
Then they came for the trade unionists, and I didn’t speak up
because I wasn’t a trade unionist.
Then they came for the Catholics, but I didn’t speak up
because I was a Protestant.
Then they came for me, and by that time there was no one
left to speak for me.
Reverend Niemoeller, a German Lutheran pastor, was arrested by the Gestapo and sent to Dachau in 1938. The allied forces freed him in 1945.
Not all of these sayings come from what may be termed positive sources. Below are two of these.
“Why of course the people don’t want war. Why should some poor slob on a farm want to risk his life in a war when the best he can get out of it is to come back to his farm in one piece? Naturally the common people don’t want war neither in Russia, nor in England, nor for that matter in Germany. That is understood. But, after all, it is the leaders of the country who determine the policy and it is always a simple matter to drag the people along, whether it is a democracy, or a fascist dictatorship, or a parliament, or a communist dictatorship. Voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. It is easy. All you have to do is tell them they are being attacked, and denounce the peacemakers for lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger. It works the same in any country.”
By Hermann Goering, Hitler’s number two man. The above was his comments on how to generate public acceptance and enthusiasm for the mass slaughter that is war.
And still today, it works the same in any country.
The information expressed in Goering’s comments is not new. Consider the following.
The Drums of War
“Beware the leader who bangs the drums of war in order to whip the citizenry into a patriotic fervor, for patriotism is indeed a double-edged sword. It both emboldens the blood, just as it narrows the mind.
And when the drums of war have reached a fever pitch and the blood boils with hate and the mind has closed, the leader will have no need in seizing the rights of the citizenry. Rather, the citizenry, infused with fear and blinded by patriotism, will offer up all of their rights unto the leader and gladly so.
How do I know? For this is what I have done. And I am Caesar.”
Then I heard about the baboons. And my first thought when I heard of them was, “I hope we (human beings) are at least as smart as they are.”
It seems that there was a troop of baboons in Kenya that was dominated by a few very aggressive and nasty males. These males who aggressively dominated the other members of the troop (the females and the more timid males) had staked out a local garbage dump as their own personal territory. Unfortunately for them, as they scavenged for food in the dump, they were exposed to meat tainted with bovine tuberculosis. They all soon died.
This left all those who were not strong enough to compete for scraps at the dump, (the females and the more timid males). To everyone’s surprise the other more timid males never filled the role left vacant by the demise of the aggressive males. Instead, It seems that all the baboons that were left got together and decided that they did not like how things were and the entire troop took on a more congenial behaviour. Even when males from outside this troop would join its ranks the congenial behaviour continued. It seems that sometimes it’s a good thing when disaster befalls aggressive males.
My apathetic moments, (or days, weeks or months) have allowed me much time to spend on reflection. One sees a lot while reflecting. It is a good activity. I have noticed this strange thing. I have noticed that all life follows the same basic pattern. There is birth, then life and finally death. This is not a new and startling revelation to any of you I am sure. But, what I have noticed is that after birth every body has the capability to maintain itself and facilitate its own growth if provided with the necessary nutrients. The process seems to be growth for growth’s sake. Again, this is not a revolutionary observation. But this thought may be. All bodies grow to an extent that surpasses their ability to maintain and defend themselves. This seems to hold true for all living flesh and blood beings as well as entities such as empires and corporations.
The death process is also very similar. Once growth has surpassed the ability of maintenance and defence, all individual bodies and empires become susceptible to attack. A young growing body can easily ward off external attacks that cause bumps and bruises and even the odd broken bone. A healthy immune system can also ward off internal attacks. But, nothing stays young forever. Eventually, both external and internal attacks start to leave more telling signs; healing becomes slower. A fear of death (attack) arises where the focus is shifted to maintaining and defending only the essentials while the expendables are ignored. Whether slowly or quickly, the end result is always death.
As we age, the experience of our life helps us recognize this process in others and eventually within our own body. For a while, part of the death process seems to be the denial of its occurrence. No more is this evident than in the death process of empires. It does not take much study of history to see how that process unfolds and to see that always before its death the panic of defence takes place. Always, just before they die, empires claim the title of the most powerful. Always, the liberties of their citizens become the expendables. And always, there is the denial of what is really happening.
There is a new kind of empire living in the world today. Or maybe it’s just its size that has not been seen before. It is called The Private Debt Money System. It too has entered its death process. The panic of defence is very evident. It claims perfect health while limiting the liberties of its members. While under attack, it points the fingers of blame at the innocent. It has exceeded its ability to maintain itself. It has become a cancer and everything outside of itself has become expendable, even the lives of innocent children. They become ‘collateral damage’. The danger of this particular death process is that it seems to have the ability and the desire to cut off the branch that the rest of us are sitting on in a useless attempt to save itself.
Seeing all this, I ask the sparrow, “What can I do?”
And he just smiles and responds, “David, one does what one can.”
So, I think to myself, “I can speak of what I know.”
So putting my apathy away for now, and remembering my wonderful daughter and her three bright-eyed children I write this book.
Do I think it will change things?
I think we have a world with too many aggressive and dominant males who will not be satisfied until they find their own version of tainted meat. And then they will die. The real unfortunate aspect of this result is that many innocent lives will be lost as well.
Even now, there are six million innocent children’s lives lost every year, and that is a only a fraction of the total number of unneeded, unwarranted, undeserved and totally useless human deaths that occur throughout this world of ours. Perhaps, when all the aggressive ones are gone we will follow the example of the baboons and find a way to live in harmony with each other.
It could be such a beautiful world.
Like the spider, there are those of us who refuse to stop spinning, even when it appears to be far more sophisticated to be without hope. Our rope, though perhaps frail, can still be spun with optimism, curiosity, wonder, love, and the sincere desire to share a trip to the stars. Our goal is worth the struggle, for in this case the star to which we aspire is full humanity for all.
Leo F. Buscaglia
Leo F. Bucaglia was affectionately known as the Hugging Professor. I once heard him tell a story of himself and friends travelling through Europe. I think it was during a summer vacation from college. He said that he ran out of money and sent a one-word telegram back home. It said, “Starving.”
The reply from his mother was also a one-word message. It said, “Starve.”
He recalled that that reply was the best message his mother could have given him. He said that he knew he had just been kick out of the nest and that the rest of his life was now his responsibility.
Today we can modify and adopt this message for ourselves. We have a mother who is telling us to leave the nest. We have the choice to remain safely in the nest and use up all that this mother has to offer. Or, we can accept that all of the rest of life on this earth is our responsibility. And we can live in a way that guarantees to all future generations such simple thing as living oceans, (did you know that there are large dead areas in the oceans where nothing lives, and that these areas are growing). And how about rich living black earth so that they can grow healthy food without chemicals.
It is to this end that I speak of what I know.
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