Insane or Inspired? Book 2 (Part 11)

Whatever it Takes

In order to help raise the vibration of the planet, and ultimately usher in a new age of peace and sanity, the world had been flooded with children; special children, with specific traits and abilities. Starseed, indigo, crystal, rainbow… It didn’t really matter what they were called, or how they were categorised. All that mattered was that they were born awake, and aware, and needed no help from anyone to see the insanity of normality.

Max, I had begun to realise, was one of these children. And he was beginning to affect the world, not just through his vibration, but through his words and his actions. In school, for example, his teacher had credited him with, “single-handedly transforming the classroom environment.” One mother had even written to the Coopers, to say how Max had brought harmony to their household, by changing the dynamic between her son and her daughter.

Quite how he was accomplishing this, I wasn’t entirely sure, but in the eyes of his male friends, at least, girls had acquired an almost mythical status, due to their perceived equivalence with the Goddess. Teasing them, or bullying them, therefore, was now unthinkable. And for anyone found doing so, the consequences were apparently swift, and sometimes brutal. Not that Max would ever use violence himself, he’d assured me, “except as a last resort.” But there was no shortage of boys who would, and who evidently felt justified in doing so, under such circumstances.

Max’s treehouse or ‘shrine’ had rapidly become a hub of activity, with kids coming and going, during all hours of the day and night. On Saturdays he would give lessons, and lectures, based on material that Jay had published previously. Today, however, he was going off-piste, with a talk that he’d written himself (mostly), entitled, “Bollocks.” Eager to segue into this subject, myself, I had joined the dozen or so boys who were in attendance.

“We are all familiar with tests,” Max began. “And, for the male, life itself is a test. The clue is right there in the hormone that leads to maleness: Testosterone. And in the resulting anatomy: Testes.” There was a ripple of laughter as Max proceeded to draw a scrotum on the blackboard.

“Sadly, most men are failing this test,” he continued. “But that’s hardly surprising, because it’s not merely a test of their brain, or even of their heart. It’s actually a test of their soul. Which makes it the ultimate test, with ultimate rewards, and ultimate consequences. ‘Bollocks’, of course, refers not only to what’s between your legs, but also to the environment into which you’ve been placed. And therein lies the test. At this time in history, however, as an act of grace, men are being given a lifeline, in the form of a revelation, as regards their purpose for being here. And you are the lucky ones, for having been deemed worthy of receiving it. For it means that you can still get a passing grade, if you try hard enough.”

“Why couldn’t we have known our purpose from the very beginning?” asked Greg.

“It wouldn’t have been a test, had we understood the spiritual significance of gender, from the start. In the absence of this knowledge, however, the treatment of women, by men, is an authentic reflection of their attitude towards them, and therefore towards the Goddess. It’s a bit like people who worship God, out of fear, or tradition, or for some reason other than love. For that was precisely the situation before the test began. The divine masculine held a diverse range of attitudes toward the Goddess, but none of these attitudes were entirely genuine, for one reason or another. And so, in order to determine who was who, and what was what, a test was devised that could accurately determine where a soul was truly at, on the spectrum, in relation to Source. Okay? So now you know. Are there any more questions, at this point, or shall I continue? Yes, Malcolm?”

“I could give my pocket money to my sister. Would that help to improve my ranking?”

“You should already be doing that, Malcolm, and you know it.”

“I could visit my gran more often,” said Ryan. “She’s been lonely since my grandad died.”

“Do it.”

“My father works for a big food company. I could bring lots of cereal bars with me, every morning, to help with the hunger issue.”

“Perfect. You see, it’s not difficult. And none of these gestures will go unnoticed or unappreciated by the Goddess.”

“My sister is on kidney dialysis,” said Mark. “I found out last week that I’m a match, but everyone is still waiting on my decision.”

“Wow. Why are you hesitating? Few people get the opportunity to express their love for the Goddess in this way, by actually sacrificing a kidney.”

“I hadn’t thought of it like that.”

“Well then, now you can go home and let your family know the good news.”

“I will. Thank you, Max.”

“Become a shining example for others,” he urged everyone. “Society is largely based on the ‘monkey see, monkey do’ principle. And we can use that to our advantage. Which is why I’ve decided to celebrate my upcoming birthday in the proper way: By honouring my birth mother. And I’m asking all of you to do the same, when the time comes. You can still have a party, if you want to, but if people bring gifts, they should be for your mother, rather than for you. Symbolically, your guests are thanking her for your existence, which is a beautiful thing. And we, of course, thank the Goddess for our existence, every day of our lives, through our interaction with her physical expressions. One of whom, as you’ve probably noticed, has graced us with her presence today. Lucy, would you like to say something?”

“Thank you, Max,” I said, getting to my feet. “Yes, I just wanted to say how amazing I think you all are, for having come this far; for daring to think for yourselves, and for choosing the path of love. As Yoda said, ‘you must unlearn what you have learned’. And that’s precisely what you’ve all been doing, with tremendous results. But, remember, there’s a far more subtle and insidious form of teaching that you’ve been subjected to. And, as such, it’s a lot harder to unlearn than, say, textbook information. But it’s essential that you do unlearn it. Because it’s through this mechanism that the system creates what it needs. Namely, another generation of dysfunctional, neurotic and controllable adults, divorced from nature, divorced from their true selves, and divorced from even the most basic common sense.

“So crucial, in fact, is this particular mechanism, to the system, that anyone who dares to draw attention to it, or to speak out against it, will quickly find themselves in the crosshairs. An example of this would be the Austrian doctor, Wilhelm Reich, a man so potentially dangerous, to the system, that his books were literally burned. And, obviously, any book that society doesn’t want you to read, is a book that you absolutely must read. Which is why there’s a stack of them, in the corner. Please do take one, on your way out.

“The book is called, ‘Children of the Future’. And the reason I’m bringing this subject up, today, is because it’s not entirely unrelated to the image on the blackboard. For the energy of the orgasm is orgone energy. And this is what Reich wrote about. It’s the energy that makes the gender dynamic so powerful, because it’s the energy of Source. It’s our energy. And, by controlling it, the system controls us.

“If you’ve been feeling repressed, and suppressed, therefore, as most children inevitably do… Well, this is the reason why. If you’ve noticed that society lives in accordance with man-made laws, rather than natural ones… Well, this is the reason why. And if you’ve been wondering why you have no inherent rights, as children… Well, this is the reason why. So read the book. Absorb it. And then use your divine energy to set the whole world ablaze!”

Of course, I was preaching to the choir, to some extent. But better the choir than deaf ears. For most parents weren’t interested in the complex reality of children. All they wanted were domesticated, neutered and house-trained pets, who obediently conformed to their Disneyfied notion of what children should be. Which, needless to say, was precisely the role that they themselves had been obliged to play, and which had led directly to their own dysfunction, as adults.

Between this, and the surrendering of their children to the state, the average set of parents were, quite clearly, ‘evil’. Not in the sense of being deliberately malicious, but in the sense of being completely and utterly unconscious. From the perspective of the child, however, it really made no difference. And many children would tragically slip into unconsciousness, even before reaching the age of puberty, simply to cope with the trauma of being raised by unconscious parents. Which was exactly what the system wanted, and what Reich had been desperately trying to warn us about.

To Be Continued