“That down there in the heavy darkness and flashing lights is ‘club monopoly’. If you take a few steps in its direction it swallows you whole sort of like a black hole. It is then you will encounter the addiction ecstasy. In altered consciousness and zero-gravity your fiducial propriety is affected as you begin to experience morning-after.
You are getting warmer and your heartbeat is peaking. The round table is the real club monopoly and we will get you in and on it. No, we’ll have them come to you. You don’t have to know why we would do this but it’s the how that will start us off. Occupants of the seats of the high table form an interconnected self perpetuating web to prey. They select the music to be played through their company mass media.”
Reader, digest this Bible story. It follows the river Nile and it is about a basket that floated on it carrying a baby Moses. Later he grew into a man who stammered but led a stubborn people out of the cruel servitude of a great emperor. Remember the stick, I hope you draw parallels in the desert wanderings and the trials of this great leader that never got to reach the land he set out for. There were led into the new hope by a protégé of Moses and they had to fight for the validity of their dreams. During their desert meanderings the people grew restless, discouraged, hungry, angry and there were those who tried to capitalize on this to a swift terrible end. The young man in our preceding and proceeding tale is among the spies who will be sent ahead to map out the promise.
“Once you are established you are required to make contact with our people around the great blue slob on that paper I saw you stare at in points that will be marked for you. Also, the regions to the north and greater far west are of particular interest, you are a smart fellow you’ll know how to go about it.”
There is contempt in possession a god-feeling in the control of persons’ lives and livelihood, in monopoly there is the arrogance of power. We need checks and balances carried by institutions that will have the faith of the masses. Consciousness is haunting when you wake up in the middle of a morgue. It is rumoured the attendants take your waking up badly. Yes, they are inclined to put you to sleep. Beside chloroform there is conform. As there is inform, reform and transform.
“Keep the mission foremost on your mind even when you forget the vision; which is expected anyway. Build your network from this moment on. Many have come through here but lost their way through this maze. Keep your eyes on the prize. Good luck. Oh, and that network… spread your wings and fly everyone and everything is important even the rejected stones. Education brings refinement. The lights will go off and you won’t be here… Don’t try to find us. You’ve seen the blueprint, get to work. Hehe ‘go ye’!… Now, the last thing you’ll remember is me patting your back like this”_____
Thin lips, thick braids. Cracked fingernails chipped paint. Stern face, old eyes. Face sinks for cover into the palms and the body jerks about bent over – laughing. Bewildered, nervously smiling, “what’s so funny? What is the joke?” Just as suddenly as an audio tape winds to a stop in a recorder the mood is gone like the ‘90’s. Time travel. Chair creaks as a stony face turns deliberately to face mine… then away. “Are you aluo?”
“Am I the joke?”