Are We “Owned?”
I’ve been reading a rather interesting book by Charles Fort. It is one man’s attempt to compile strange events and anomalies, ranging from odd discoveries and observations, to an extensive catalogue of items that have fallen from the sky (fish, frogs, animal matter, black rain, organic sludge, vegetable matter, etc.). Journal after historic journal is sighted, with the one commonality, that these items were observed, noted, then disregarded, because science was incapable of explaining them.
Hence, they were “damned,” regulated to obscurity because establishment science chose to ignore them. While the significance of these events, and their conjecture with other planetary or galactic theories are outside the scope of what I care to entertain at this moment, I would like to share a very interesting summation from the author regarding one topic.
That topic, is humankind’s belief and hopes; that one day, during our lifetime, one of these advanced civilizations in our galaxy or universe, will make contact with us:
Would we if we could, educate and sophisticate pigs, geese, cattle?
Would it be wise to establish diplomatic relations with the hen that now functions, satisfied with mere sense of achievement by way of compensation?
I think we’re property.
I should say we belong to something:
That once upon a time, this earth was No-man’s Land, that other worlds explored and colonized here, and fought among themselves for possession, but now it’s owned by something:
That something owns this earth — all others warned off.
I don’t see how I can, in this book, take up at all the subject of possible use of humanity to some other mode of existence, or the flattering notion that we can possibly be worth something.
Pigs, geese and cattle.
First find out they are owned.
Then find out the whyness of it.
I suspect that, after all, we’re useful — that among contesting claimants, adjustment has occurred, or that something now has a legal right to us, by force, or by having paid out analogues of beads for us to former, more primitive, owners of us — all others warned off — that all this has been known, perhaps for ages, to certain ones upon this earth, a cult or order, members of which function like bellwethers to the rest of us, or as superior slaves or overseers, directing us in accordance with instructions received — from Somewhere else — in our mysterious usefulness.
Interesting observation Charles. Very interesting.
|This article may not necessarily reflect the present views of The Celtic Rebel, and has been left in the archive to show stages in growth and development of The Rebel Path.|
Note: The name of the book is The Book of the Damned, and regardless of where you stand, it is quite thought-provoking.