Assassination – Editorial, The Week in Review

Analysis, Commentary, Opinion
01.01.2020

Assassination
We have arrived at this, foreign policy by political murder.

I will not pretend that the United States hasn’t always employed this tool to carry out its agenda, we have been in the assassination game for quite some time, from the beginning in fact. This is not anything to be proud of even though it is something we must acknowledge.

This ass assassination is different. It is in the open, it is public.

It hearkens back to when George W. Bush and Dick Cheney attempted to normalize torture. We had to acknowledge that the United States tortures people, we always have, and it is no good.

Torture is a criminal act, so is assassination, even in a time of war these things are criminal, they must remain criminal, when they are discovered those responsible must be held accountable.

If we turn the corner and move toward accepting these things as a normal way of conducting our international affairs, we are doomed.

Donald Trump and his ilk are lazy and feckless, they want what they want and they want it now. They are no interested in developing constituencies, in building consensus, in forging alliances or long term cooperative effort.

They just want to hurry to the end, cheat and lie, violate our standards, breach the norms, and throw ethics out the window.

Their vision of the social order is not just, there is no compact, there is only might makes right.

The reason why we do not assassinate the leadership of those we face on the battlefield, is so that we have someone to make peace with when the battle is over. If we eliminate the leadership of our adversaries we cannot engage in meaningful negotiations, agreements cannot be arrived at, or if they are arrived at they cannot be enforced.

Donald Trump has brought us to another low, he has made our relationship with the Iranians much more dangerous. American’s will be killed because of what he has done, it he cannot say that his actions have protected anyone.

Assassination is a shameful thing, those who are justifying it are behaving shamefully, the shame does not belong to Donald Trump alone. It belongs to all of us.

Emergence 4.0 – Part Five (a), Jim; Appendix Chapter Four, University

Through his advice and authority Jim shaped the burgeoning cultures of human civilization.

He established centers of learning among the tribes, even while they were pre-literate, he built up systems and oral traditions by which they captured and recounted their histories, and those took the form of narratives that would take decades to master.

Through these schools he guided the people’s understanding of agriculture, giving the growing population mastery over their food supply. He taught them the secrets of building, and he foster in them a patience that allowed them to track the movement of the stars.

He trained them to manage calamities in this way, to preserve their fragile way of life.

He conditioned them with mnemonics, to remember who they were, what their ancestors had done, and he worked into those memes the control mechanisms that would allow him to have sway over the people for all future generations, through secret codes built into the language structure.

He took these psychological sciences, neuro-linguistic programming to levels they had never been before. These were the tried and true conditioning techniques of the Imperial Cult, but in the operative context of Earth’s cynergenic field their potential was greatly magnified.

The schools of learning he developed became the centers of civilization, the locus of worship, they became the distribution centers of food and those who cared for these places became the custodians of clean water, purveyors of the medical arts, teachers and priests.

It took thousands of years, a time frame that was nothing to Jim, but was exceedingly long for the people of Earth. In that time these centers became temples, cathedrals and monasteries, and ultimately they became the universities and colleges of great cities, one institution taking the place of the other, built on top of the old foundations.

Logic was the icon Jim knelt beside, logic was his Grail, his object of devotion.

He drilled his fetish for logic, his strict adherence to it, deep into the structures of the institutions he built.

The institutional bias was always for logic, a dispassionate and utilitarian world view.

There was safety in logic, there was predictability.

The power of logic was demonstrable, and belief in its power was ingrained into every level of the schools he founded.

People are not logical by nature, they have to be conditioned to it.

The languages they spoke created modes of thinking that were more and less suited to it.

Jim left some groups to be wild, never touched them with the machination of logic.

He kept them as a control group, to measure the effect of their presence on the group mind.

Other tribes were built around intricate webs of logical assumptions.

At different points in the development of a society he engineered disasters which took away the institutions that undergirded the transmission of logic.

He starved those societies of it, allowing them to regress into natural states of animal emotionality, of fear and suspicion.

Then he would bring it back like a healing balm and watch while the people renewed themselves and their cultures through the influence of it.

Within the great-stone walls of the institutions he founded, Jim formed secret societies to protect and carry out his work. This allowed him to focus his attention all around the globe, guiding the development of civilization with a slow-steady and invisible hand.

He layered control devices into their collective memory, repeated through the stories they told and the lists they memorized, in the tropes of poetry they wrote into their beating hearts.

He controlled them through the archetypes they bonded with, through the myths they constructed, that gave meaning to their lives.

His work was art.

His art was a weapon

There were a myriad of concerns to manage in the detailed labor of engineering the living-vessel he needed so that Jim could deliver the crippling blow to the Continuum.

The human body had developed a reliance on aggression as a survival skill, but raw power would not be enough to dislodge the Continuum from its control of the HomeWorld and all the systems of the Central Planet.

He need to create doubt and fear, he needed the Continuum to turn its eye inward, and collapse on itself. This required that the entire field of consciousness belonging to the Collective do the same thing.

The colonists who had come to populate Earth had come to rely on swift action for the mitigation of crisis, this had to be tamped down to ensure the survival of the tribes, to keep them from tearing one another apart. They had a proclivity for war that was driven by fear, by worry over the allocation of limited resources in times of great scarcity.

Jim needed the power and dynamism of the aggressive impulses which the Ancient Explorers had bred for (albeit unintentionally) on their ages-long trek across the galaxy, but he needed this to be modulated by conscientiousness, and bent toward the most supernal values.

Jim methodically conditioned altruism into the social mythological norms of consciousness he propagated among the humans of Earth.

He established defaults in his human subjects that served as capacitators, allowing great rage to be channeled into protectiveness, and for the individual to instinctively risk their own self for the sake of the whole which they represented.

These fail safes followed the religious programming of the Imperial Cult in many of its dictates, and so Jim’s efforts in this regard were seen as a form of preparation for the coming of the Empire, as such it did not raise suspicion with the Continuum.

Jim expended incredible efforts at the habits and practices of concealment. He risked everything if he was discovered.

The truth had to remain hidden.

He had to be careful with how the genetic properties, and psychic qualities he was engineering into the human race manifested themselves in the population. If the Continuum were to discover these, even if he was able to hide his role in engineering them, planet Earth and the Human race would be doomed.

In order to conceal his work he also had to be on the lookout for spies from the Observer Corps, for any manifestation of the machinations of the Continuum interfering in his work.

To carry out his work in a state of concealment, Jim introduced subtle changes into the genetic profile of the human being.

There were moments when he used the transmission of a virus to affect widespread mutation, and at other times he was more precise, changing the genetic profile in targeted ways, family by family. He monitored the families he was experimenting on for generations; following them, normalizing the changes he had introduced before spreading those changes outward.

It was the most intricate of all puzzles.

He pieced it together under extreme duress.

He experienced great pride when he reflected on his efforts.

All the things he was aiming for had to be kept in a state of constant tension, with multiple trajectories kept isolated from one another until they were ready to be blended with other parts of his study.

He was busy, and everything he did had to be guarded, kept secret, the systems that he put in place to protect them were artificial and unnatural. They were so extensive that he ran the risk of being exposed, simply by virtue of the fact that he was taking measures to protect his work.

His research was slow, meticulous and exhaustive. As his experiments progressed he began to uncover memories of his own that recalled the initial work he had participated in, work which led to the creation of the Collective.

Those memories confirmed for him a narrative concerning the Ancient People which he had suspected was true, but had previously doubted, thinking that they could be false memories from an artificial narrative he might have lived in his private world.

He had no way of independently verifying this until he began to study the electro-magnetic frequency that comprised the consciousness of human beings.

Jim began to peel back the barriers that separated one person from another, exposing them to each other, plumbing the limits he discovered, finding where the threshold between one human consciousness and another actually existed.

As he delved into this field of research his subjects became deranged, unstable, so he learned to manage their confusion medicinally, through the intersection of chemical aides and frequency blockers.

Madness and insanity followed his subjects into the breeding pool, in some cultures he established cultural protections for these people, allowing them to thrive and procreate at random, they became holymen and holywomen, oracles and shamans.

In other cultures he isolated them, constructing social taboos that identified those traits early and deliberately ostracized them.

In all cases they became fodder for his studies, their activities were communicated upwards to him through the institutions he developed.

As much as Jim pretended to care for humanity, in the final analysis human beings were little more than laboratory animals in service to his greater purpose.

Jim observed the subtle changes taking place in the human population; in the electromagnetic frequencies he monitored, emanating from their cognition and its nearly imperceptible influence on the electromagnetic fields proximate to them.

The patience he had mastered while he was coming back to consciousness, coming out from the long-silent interval of the great sleep, and later during the sequestration and his imprisonment, and later still, on his sojourn as an Observer, leading the thousands of missions he went on to track down the lost colonies of the Ancient People, tracking them all the way to Planet Earth.

He studied these patterns with extreme patience as he pulled the genetic structures of human beings apart, sequencing and resequencing them, combing and recombining them, manipulating the proteins and amino acids that formed the tiniest links in the chain of their genetic profiles.

He reduced them to the foundation of their being, with the objective of strengthening their access to their genetic memory, and enhancing the retention of the key particles, like magnetite and lithium, which allowed for the individual person to connect with the Earth’s cynergenic field.

Jim was pleased with what he found in his subjects. He was encouraged by their reaction to his work and the feedback he received.

Whether the individuals adjusted to and thrived from the alterations he introduced into their genetic lineage, or whether they suffered, experienced madness, alienation and pain, Jim was pleased.

Relatively few the experiments he conducted resulted in death. Most came through the changes alive, aware and able to procreate.

He established different social paradigms in various cultural groups for how to manage the population of the gifted, and he coordinated systems to identify them and report them to him for closer observation as their gifts and talents emerged.

As his work progressed, Earth became home to him, in a way that no other world had.

Jim felt something like happiness for the first time he could remember as he pursued his mission. After age upon age of pursuing his cold purpose, the experience of life on Earth made him feel a sense of joy, even pleasure.

He experienced a sense of safety and personal security emanating from the cynergenic field. He felt a deep connection to humanity, and an atavistic connection to the replicants he had made of himself, with all of them working towards the actualization of a common goal.

He was filled with a sense of purpose, and if gratified him as he moved toward the completion of it.

These challenges and the surmounting of them brought him another kind of joy.

He was looking for resolution, and he found it. He found it at the end of the line, in the last remnant of the Ancient People still remaining in the galaxy.

He found it in human beings with their unique abilities, giving him something for which he was eternally grateful, and he was prepared to offer up the whole of it for the sake of destroying the Continuum.

The humans of Earth and the Collective would burn together on the altar of his sacred purpose, to satisfy the trust he had taken to himself, for his own ambition.

The citizens of the Empire would be the beneficiaries, he told himself.

If Jim was lucky he would escape the onslaught. If he did, he was determined to scour the galaxy for another world like Earth. Intending to build a new civilization from there, and a home where he could end his days.
Emergence 4.0
Part Five (a), Jim

Appendix Chapter Four, University
A Novel – In One Chapter Per Week

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