The Prequel
The struggle between ‘for’ and ‘against’ is the mind’s worst disease
Jianzhi Sengcan
Amaya 2, 2011, by Jef Cablog
Dear reader, I have decided to engage you with my confessions about who I am and the adventures of my life. I came to this conclusion after many conversations with my friends here on WP. They know who they are and I send my love to you for your encouragement and support. It is time to come clean as my time is very short on this angry blue planet. I wanted to withdraw quietly like a hand removed from a tidal pool or a footstep in a pine straw-littered forest. It would be a failure on my part if I did not share what I learned in the many decades of wandering this earth.
I witnessed the great expanse of human cultures, societies, languages, and their coveted lands. I was a warrior, historian, intelligence analyst, and finally, an inventor in the measurement sciences studying the cosmos above and within the human body. I am an esotericist who is classically trained in the quantum sciences, physics, and immutable intrinsic laws of nature. I am also the Pisces love child of a young sailor in the Korean war and a girl of 18 he left behind. I was born into an aristocratic family, thanks to my father who wanted no part of it or me.
There is much to hate about me these days. I am the patriarchy, a saurian patrician, patriot, and worst of all, an old-school man of virtue. I do not falter in my belief of what a woman is and her criticality to the future of humanity. Her mind and body belong to her and the women I will tell you about soon could easily cut down a man who challenged her. Cancel me if you like. It won’t matter much in the long run. You see, we all have our part to play in the future and the future is now.
I’ve decided to tell you about my life among the African, South American, and Asian Tribes. These were assignments, not vacations. You see, the tribes of the world play a key role in helping capitalism defend against the hegemony of dictatorships and criminal enterprise. Or, so the mission briefs say. The remaining tribes on earth are soon extinct, caught between expansion into their domain by land developers, governments, and international cartels dealing in the illegal sale of all kinds of goods and services including young girls and boys snatched from their families and sent away to perform unspeakable acts. There are a few good men and women who aim to slow down the spread of the tribal demise. I was one.
Now, where to start? I suppose a little background to set the stage for what follows. Bear with me. I know backgrounds are the antithesis of good writing and better stories. I’m sure this will clarify some things you are about to learn about tribal life and why I think it is the only future open to humankind in the very near future, say, 2035 to 2050. Will you be there? I won’t.
Just after the second world war when Europe was in ruins and Russia became the Soviet Union and China became the Peoples Republic of China, Europe saw the end was near. As the Cold War and Iron Curtain solidified, Prince Bernhard of the Netherlands sponsored secret meetings in 1954 between European elites and North Americans. The original intent was to find ways to prevent another world war, which necessarily involved the intelligence community and military leaders of the free world. Prince Bernhard’s Bilderberg Group became a secret society with founding members like Henry Kissinger and Klaus Schwab. Later, Klaus Schwab founded the World Economic Forum (WEF) in 1971 in Geneva Switzerland. Members of these groups represent government, industry, economics, and academia. Bilderberg and the WEF are partners as well as many members are participants in other secret societies. They have offered us the Global One World Government and the Great Reset as the preferred future.
No matter your views on this subject, fear not. Even these global elites cannot stop the forces of humanity and nature. Not all powerful countries follow the tenets of the western elites. These outsiders have a vote and will cast it soon. We are all specially selected to be the witness to the greatest change in all of human history. We will reset back to the period of hunter-gatherers in small scattered tribes. The world’s would-be masters will vanish. Soon.
Seems a bit dramatic doesn’t it? I guess it is dramatic. Picture me the unkempt old soul with the sign downtown. The End is Near – Repent Now. No, don’t repent anything. Live your life and seek your own way through this caldron of trial by chemicals, pathogens, and fire from delusional men and the mightiest and most humbling forces of nature.
And now I bring you Tribal, the prequel to my work in progress by the same name. If you haven’t already, you can read it here -> Tribal The Story of a Future Family. The last completed chapter, Chapter 16 is available here -> Tribal Chapter 16. While you are there you can read other stories from myself and my Protege, Miss Apple Rae Trinidad. Apple is an Oracle of Hope in her own right and is working with me to establish her Eosian Tribe as their matriarch. She is making great progress. Give her a read too.
And now for the intro to my long journey into the world of tribal life.
I was getting good at the spy versus spy routine. It was easy work for anyone who read Mad Magazine in the 60’s. The cartoon, Spy vs Spy was apt and tho entertaining, quite accurate to real life. Foibles and failure were constant companions. Death was also ever-present, but I ignored it. I was young and invincible. What? Me worry?
I walked down the pathways of one of the poorest sections of this ancient city. The smell of human waste, sweat, rotting food, and eternal dampness forced me to take on an unfriendly scowl as I turned, walked, and ducked into narrow spaces. It was a city of hopeless poverty on the side of an enormous unstable clay hill. The buildings slid down the hill and the ants came out in swarms and rebuilt newer slums and the dead were left under the soil at the bottom of the ravine. Twisted old trees grew up out of the concrete anywhere a small crack was found. It looked like a concrete forest filled to the brim with people and children unsupervised to do as they pleased, which included attempts to rob me as I hurried by.
My contact who would lead me to the tribal chiefs in the central highlands lived in the slum to hide in plain sight. Law enforcement and others stayed clear, preferring to hunt in better environments. After wandering around to ensure there were no lookouts, I made my way into the dark entrance of a zig zagged narrow entrance and stopped at the door. No need to knock or announce my arrival. Hector knew I was there and his guard opened the door. an unwanted guest would die there with no escape. It was a clever trap only the wisest of combatants would recognize and avoid. For Hector and me, it worked to our advantage.
To be continued.
Hyperion Sky 
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