The Protocols of the Box, an Ancient Modern Day Parable

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Editor’s note: Steve Robertson represents a move at VT, making a home for the major writers from mainstream media that simply couldn’t stand it anymore.  He now joins VT in Google’s exile department, delisted, misdirected and more.  They even froze my Gmail accounts, killed my YouTube and no longer allow me access to whatever “Google Plus” is.

Do I look like I care?  What’s their problem?  All I did was expose Google for running torture and assassination teams and staging, through “Jigsaw,” two gas attacks inside Syria.

If they can’t stand the heat, perhaps they should find another planet to subvert.  Anyway, Steve is a writer, a continual confidant, and works that spiritual side that folks like Ann Deiner and others belong on, stuff I never quite understand.g

Once upon a time, there was a village who unknowingly slept under the spell of enchantment that poured through a Box. Powerful magicians prayed before the Luminosity, a group of proclaimed elite, whom thought themselves better and of right, to receive the incantations through which the boxes cast spells and brought the Villagers to slumber.

The magicians and Luminosity referred to these prescribed spells as the “protocols.” Villagers were affectionately referred to by the elite and magicians as “the Idiots.” Each protocol had the power to control feelings and thoughts. Thus knew the Luminosity, would Villagers’ actions soon follow of their bidding.

Not all in the village fell under the spell. The Adventurers, as they were called, followed the Within-voice and found little interest in which that of the Box did speak. Later, we will learn of their courage and great mission.

The Box projected great glamour and brought pleasure to the Villagers, as they excitingly watched the fame and misfortune of others. Each night, the wizards and witches, another group of magicians, were allowed to sell potions to Villagers through the Box. Potions, so spoke the Box, helped Villagers to release the great distress that came birth, upon which the box was first seen. The more distressed and sick the Villagers became, the more exciting of protocols did they demand.

Villagers who once took joy in the caring for others, the silence of nature, the company of their Still-thoughts, who shared in the dream of a Better-morrow, now withdrew from cross-talk and lived in caution about one another. The Box was now their new friend through which comfort was found. It directed them where to think. Things, to the Villagers, were now simple to understand.

In the village, where once people took pride in knowledge, deep Self-time and spirited debate, now found time for squabbling over the most shallow of stories; they shouted tales about the winnings of sporting teams and bragged over whom which they sided as the most famed. Such was the goal of which the Luminosity did seek and bring to so. The disquieting peace to which the Box did serve, pulled most constantly at the mind of the Villagers, while cleverly challenging few to think.

The horrible, tragic, vulgar and profane was now fashioned as sweet, exciting and of-the-creative, through the protocols of the Box. Small-ones gathered around the Box, without the care of the elders. The Luminosity found great pride in knowing such. Parents who once stood in loving protection toward the dreams of their children, now sat side-by-side with their beloved to watch with excitement, the greatest of horrors and sufferings conjured up by the magicians.

Righteous, spoke the box of elders of whom brought loving-reign to the will of the youth. From hence, did the young people learn of Low-speak and give scornful lip for those of more wise. Deafening was the rhythmic beat of music to which the youth so longed. Great was the distress of such excitement. Damage to their souls did such make and the wheels of the Within-light could turn no more. Dance which once brought poem, liberty and beauty to the body, now found entrapment with the Dark-rhythms. Mindless movements of the walking Small-natures, chaos and emotion without heart, was now such found.

Trickery and cleverness of the Box’s protocols did seduce willful Villagers to bring to skin images of the defamed and evil, thus they could make righteous speak of rebellion and creativity without soul. While at slumber, knew they not, the images did come to life and speak to the Sleeping-mind of worlds both fearful and of great confusion. Such was the deception of the Luminosity and the fashion they did make.

The dark and most harmful, said the Box, was to which the Villagers and youth were to pray. The purchasing of potions, said the Box, brought Self-pride and moments of good thoughts. Few knew not, such potions found sickness with the Soul-self. In such pain, showed the box, that drink of Wild-mind and Smoke-of-Cancer, could bring comfort and friendship of shallow-short-time.

The truth of words was the greatest of trickery, of which the protocols did make. The Luminosity, by well design and great hiding, made perverse the lower word to the Divine and the higher word to the defamed. Confusion did result from this hiding and deceit. Thus came forth, the spackling of blood, from something murdered or sacrificed, was called a “blessing.” And, to speak of the most sane of Light-persons, who were of Knowing “they could choose,” instead, were they named of crazy, “the Heretic.” Thus did make the Luminosity, the world of thought and creation, into that of upside down. Such was the great wizardry and spell to which was cast. Spoke, as the Villagers did, the opposite was soon to create.

One famed leader of the Luminosity did once proudly brag: “The wealthy Luminosity rule the world; the fate of the governments lies in their hands. We start wars between countries, and when we wish, the governments make peace. When the wealthy Luminosity sing, the nations and their leaders dance along, and meanwhile the Luminosity get richer!”

Adventurers to the contrary, spoke to a listening that brought great wisdom, love and knowledge. Confused no more, did they speak. New words they proclaimed did come from the Now-moment. Great was the declared of their most deep Heart-desire and thus was made so. Powerful, clear and of peace did those feel who stood in the presence of the Adventurers.

Chapter 2

… Of child games did the protocols of the Box did make, violence and horrors of which had not been seen. Asleep was the wisdom of the Guardian-elders. With spite did the people of young age now play. In sorrow, the plague of Low-thought swept thus through the heart of the young, for wisdom they saw not, did thus the games make.

Food treats once reserved for special occasions now found prominence through the Box as the ordinary of meals. Drink of Great-sweet did favor the youth. Time was of haste and food was so too. Little of the Life-spark did it provide. Elders bothered not to act of the Wise-counsel. Villagers grew tired with more quickness and rarely walked from one place to another. Clothing grew larger as health seemed less so. Potions, said the box, would bring here a cure. Soon the memory of Self-healing faded away and food of the Life-spark was no more.

Music that once inspired beauty and grace of the Divine now dawned sex, violence and demeaned life’s gift, through exciting negativity. Sports, which once stood for valor and courage, sank to the debasement of violence and brutality for fun and game. Story telling of the Hero was turned toward gossip about murders, people of lowly intellect, grabbers who purchased petty items of the desperate, those who hurt and killed animals for talent, people who took from the forest and earth, those who acted from crimes and now lived in jails, stories of demons and the horrific, and most heartbreaking, the exploitation of children who were made to look as Doll-adults on parade. Soon, the Villagers saw not with love and took with lust, all that they could.

The Forces, which once served the safety of families, homes, food, water and the other necessary resources of the village, were now turned, through the Luminosity and Box, into an instrument of destruction that placed justified pillage over the land and resources held by all Others. Few would ever know of the great profits to which the Forces made for the Armor, a special branch of the wizards and witches, to which made charter to enslave in secret and through brute, the controlling of Villager Group-thoughts and their talents.

Hope of a Better-morrow rarely spoke from the lips of Villagers. The Box left little time for dreaming and made sure the world, as it so told, seemed a most frightening place. The Spirit of Light, which once brought loving flame to the hearts of Villagers, had now dimmed.

Talents, the exchange of the day, poured into the purses of the Luminosity, the magicians, wizards and witches. By now it was known that the greater the distress of the village, the greater potions of which would demand “the Idiots.” The Box had successfully defined a new world that removed love from the heart, and shackled the spirit toward a longing for freedom and a Low-will that made of ease, the surrender of all talents.

Gone were the days of life celebrated. Gone were the days of All for One and One for All. The Box made clear which sides to take and which not to take. The glistening light that once had shown so brightly through the eyes of all Villagers, faded away. Little was spoken of the Better-morrow. Potions were in greater and greater of demand.

The Luminosity had planned through the protocols and over eons of time about how to enslave the Village-thought, without them of becoming of wiser. They understood that if the Idiots willingly demanded of the excitement protocols, and with glee, gave of their talents in exchange for potion promises then, enslavement would soon result.

Word of the Luminosity and magicians who controlled the protocols came the attention of the Villagers. Simple as it was, as these elite both created and birthed these stories of excitement, so did they fame themselves as do-gooders, truth tellers and keepers of the path toward freedom. Such freedom of which the Box did speak made eager the Villager’s pledge to liberty’s ever promised trust. Hopeful as was this promise, it mattered not, for the Luminosity would forever keep from reach the making of Villager’s dream come true.

What came from the Box, therefore, was never questioned but by only a few, called Adventurers. The Box, however, paid close attention to give Never-mind to these small few. Adventurers were known, through the Box, to be of unsound mind, fanciful and risk takers with their imaginings. Such knew the Luminosity that few, even the boldest of the Adventurers, would ever bring to public or question the motives of the protocols and potions, for it was known by all that mockery and ridicule would soon there follow from even the closest of peers. The Box made thus a blinding toward Wise-thought and hastened to make redirect of insights toward loving truth.

As with the success of the potions, made market by the wizards and witches, the Luminosity made sure that all food eaten was without Life-spark, especially for babes new born. Soon feeding from the mother’s breast was made unfashionable, seen as unsafe and forbidden through the stories of discouragement from the Box. Special potions soon became food and those of young age found lasting ill health.

People of the Force, tired from the exploitive travels on behalf of the Luminosity, returned to empty promises of a bettered life and a caring for the loss of their families. Many suffered the greatest of distresses, were left without limb, walked no more and wondered the streets without home. Villagers, who once looked after such occasioned wanderers, looked now on them with contempt and felt fear for their safety. As the Luminosity held more and more of the Villager’s talents, so did the streets fill with the wanderers, who now, like the people of the Force, also scavenged for food and shelter.

Chapter 3

… The growers of the villages who once graced all food, found excitement through the Box, which made promise of ever greater bounties. Magical seeds offered through the potions were told to grow with haste, hold more light and yield great talent. Soon after, all growers who took heed found their soil with disease and plants of barren seeds which would grow no more. Small Flying-natures, which once brought blossom to the land now flew in confusion, worked not and found death on the ground. Food that once brought spark to the eye and lean to the health, now gave great suffering for which only potions could give cure. Gone were the days of Self-healing. The Potions of the Box now told of health through new ways.

From these new ways, learned the Villagers, there came a new fear called “Concerns.” Troubling, as was the distress, the Concerns lingered on and made distrust of the self. The young fell quick to this ailment as did many elders. Many whom took part in the potion of cure seemed to weaken.

To soften these Concerns, the Luminosity made favor with certain Strong of the village to whom most looked for guidance. In turn, the Strong were given favor, talents and offered dominion. The Strong, with such, grew special powers and soon listened not to the Villagers’ pleas to whom they had once pledged to serve. The spell was now complete as Villagers walked in sleep and all others gave toil in receipt of talents and favor under the Luminosity system.

The Luminosity organized, liken to the spider’s web, a design so clever the eye could see not. This web entrapped its prey and with poisonous bite, lulled its victim to sleep whilst it was eaten alive. Each strand of the web was thoughtfully designed to signal of those attempting to flee or make of an undoing of the web’s power to entrap. Clever was the Luminosity in their ability to bring compromise to the moral, shame to the courageous and ridicule to the wise. Deception and confusion hid the sleeping spell from view and all who organized and controlled it.

On rare occasions Villagers called Adventurers, would leave the familiar in search of the Greater-meaning they felt from within and that of which they knew, the Box spoke not there of. The further they traveled from the village and the Box, the greater the peace and stillness was true to them.

Distress ever present, had now faded. Concerns were no more. “Rays of the joyous light” returned to their eyes. The Adventures felt a new wonderment about life and a great reverence for all that connected it. They rejoiced in this deep knowing and felt haste to awaken fellow Villagers whom they now knew, were of-the-Forgetting.

The Adventurers returned to the village. They spoke of a renewing of the breath, stillness of the mind and of a body Godly aligned with soul. Wise were the words of love and peace, spoke the Adventurers. Soon, the Villagers turned from the Box and more toward their within.

Soon, the wizards and witches sold fewer and fewer potions. Talents, once held by the Luminosity, found no root and made return back to the Villagers. Bitter was felt now through which the Box did speak, and spoke as it did, it was heard no more.

Within the village, soon thereafter, attention returned to the breath, feelings of compassion for another and that of Heart-listening. Music of the Divine soon was known throughout the land and returned all minds to the Within-love. Many of the Luminosity, magicians, wizards and witches, tired of their wars now lost, found surrender in such love and brought change to their ways. Frozen and those who changed not, brought diseases unto themselves of which there was great pain and no cure.

The Music of the Divine brought clearing to the heart and offered all with grace, a repentance from which shame and guilt would be no more. With this new Heart-peace, all did now see the heaven on earth that was meant to be. The Better-morrow of which legend did speak, found now new life in the heart of the Villagers.

One by one, the glistening returned to the eyes of all. The smiles and of-Good-Cheer spread through all cross-talk, which now did begin. All found good neighbor, as fear had now passed. Still were the minds of Villagers who now spoke without words. The Within-voice returned, and with grace did speak of love and wisdom. Actions of truth soon there followed. Peace was found from The-Within and at home. Wars were no more.

With breath, brought light. With light, brought thoughts of love. With love, brought actions of great peace. Balance found itself and joy was known by all. Wise-thought spoke to the Soul-self. Lies of the within or those told to the without, were no more. Stillness brought clarity from which energy found new direction. With Self-will, imaginings brought with haste, all desires to come to life. Time and space were intertwined, as boundaries were no more. Such was the trust that love did bring.

All were cared for and plenty was now as So. All Need-thoughts faded from the mind. Replaced were they by only what was most lovingly desired, the-Heart-Callings. Wanderers of all sorts found loving refuge, were given food of life-spark, made real of their inner dreams and lived as one with all. People of the Force and those battle worn, now found peace through which their service brought only love and kindness. Violence was no more. Seen as all, Brothers and Sisters were know as One.

Mothers again brought breast to the mouths of their hungering babes and rosy were now their cheeks. The Growers woke now early to give reverent prayer to the earth and praise to the small natures (those both flying and walking) who connected all life to give life. Magical seeds were no more. With clean air and water, nature grew from itself and thus sprang to the sky bringing the greatest of harvest and Life-spark. All food was now in harmony with the-Mother-Nature and thus sang praise, all living creatures. Great Light, lean-of-body and good health did soon result. Poor health, which few did know, quickly did pass as the body now found healing from The-Within.

Those of the Luminosity, wizards, witches and magicians found great humble, or brought themselves to no more. The Luminosity could feed no longer from the energy they did steal, a distant memory they became. From the soil, did they now give birth to a new loving light which fed the earth. Transformed from greed and cruelty were they now formed, seedlings of a greater love.

Goodness and love did now reign over earth. The Villagers brought joining with their brothers and sisters of the stars. Travel to distances was made haste through Deep-thought. As was imagined, so it was. The Villagers, through questions of the-Loving-Good, had found the Path Of Truth. With life, each had found the Innocence and lived to travel the stars. Avatars were they now, who spread the seeds of love and awakenings to galaxies and beyond.

The Kingdom of the Within and of the Without, once lost, found now union. Each heart now gave life to the Divine-Plan, and so it was, that The-Allness and Oneness found their complete.

…to be continued…

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4 COMMENTS

  1. Excellent , my online name is `The Truth Please` well I have just read a huge chunk of `Truth` , I cannot wait for the next part.

  2. It is the call of our mother that brings us home. We are not born within her, but on her skin. But the call of innocence can only come from her deep longing. In the womb which is water, this call travels like the song of the whales. It is faint, distant and indecipherable at first and grows clearer as we approach. And we weep when we hear it. And there is no mistake, there is no mistake.

    • The call of innocence is answered in the same language replying back through the cracks emerging in the cloak of darkness and evil covering the human spirit. Once the weeping starts no imaginary fences or prison can hold back what belongs together. The “wedding” will be an eternal feast in bliss.
      In perfection are no mistakes.

    • Correct Eduardo… but the sick king must die first before the wedding of the soul and spirit can take place.

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