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    Default Demon Cratius - Parable

    i posted this on Ghanaweb a while ago......
    i will post it here for a discussion here

    The slaves walked slowly in single file, every one of them carrying
    a polished stone. Four lines of them, each line stretching
    a kilometer and a half long, from the stone quarries to the
    site where construction on the walled city had begun, under
    the watchful eyes of armed guards one military guard for
    every ten slaves.

    Off to one side, on the pinnacle of a thirteen-metre-high
    'mountain' crafted out of polished stones, sat Cratius, one of
    the high priests. For the past four months he had been silently
    observing the construction activity. Nobody distracted
    him, not a single person dared interrupt his contemplation,
    even with a sideways glance.

    Both slaves and guards accepted this artificial mountain
    with its throne on top as a fixed feature of the landscape. And
    nobody paid attention to the figure either sitting motionless
    on the throne or walking to and fro around the lookout plat-
    form atop the 'mountain'. Cratius had set himself the task of
    restructuring the state, consolidating the power of the priests
    for a millennium, subjugating to them all the people of the
    Earth, turning all without exception (including national rulers)
    into slaves of the priests.

    One day Cratius came down from his throne, leaving a double
    in his place. The priest changed his clothes and took off his
    wig. He gave orders to the captain of the guard to have him
    bound in chains like a simple slave and placed in the line be-
    hind a strong young slave named Nard.

    Looking into the faces of the various slaves, Cratius had
    noticed that this young man in particular had a penetrating
    and purposeful look, not a wandering or detached gaze as did
    many of the others. Nard's countenance alternated between
    excitement and intense contemplation. That means he's hatching
    some kind of plan, the priest realised, but he wanted confirmation
    of the accuracy of this observation.

    For two days running Cratius followed Nard's every move,
    silently hauling the stones, sitting beside him at mealtimes
    and sleeping next to him in the barracks. On the third night,
    directly the Sleep! command had been given, Cratius turned to
    the young slave and in a tone of bitterness and despair whispered
    to no one in particular:

    "Will this situation keep up the rest of our lives?"

    The priest watched as the young slave gave a shudder, and
    suddenly turned to face him. His eyes were sparkling, which
    was noticeable even in the dim torchlight of the cavernous

    "It won't last much longer,"
    the young slave whispered back.
    "I've been working out a plan. And you, old fellow, can
    be part of it!"
    "What sort of plan?"
    the priest asked with a sigh of indifference.
    Nard began to explain with an air of confidence and enthusiasm:
    "You see, old man, soon you and I and all of us will be free
    men instead of slaves. Figure it out for yourself: there's just
    one guard for every ten of us. And one guard, too, for every
    fifteen women slaves who do the cooking and sewing. When
    the time comes, if we all fall upon the guards at once, we can
    overpower them. It makes no difference that the guards are
    armed and we're in chains. We outnumber them ten to one,
    and our chains can also be used as weapons, to shield us from
    the blows of their swords. We'll disarm all the guards, tie
    them up and seize their weapons."

    "Hold on there, young man," Cratius sighed again, and
    added with feigned indifference: "Your plan isn't completely
    thought through. Sure you can disarm the guards watching
    over us, but it won't be long before the ruler sends in
    replacements a whole army, maybe and he'll have
    the insurgents killed."

    "I've thought of that, too, old man. We'll have to choose a
    time when the army's not around. And that time is coming.
    We've all noticed how the army's preparing for a campaign.
    They're getting provisions ready for a three-month trek.
    That means that in three months the army will arrive at its
    destination and engage the enemy in combat. It will be weakened
    in battle, but it will be victorious, and bring back many
    new slaves. They're already building new barracks to house
    them. We have to start disarming the guards just as soon as
    our ruler's army goes into battle. The couriers will need at
    least a month to go call it home, and it will take at least three
    months after that for the weakened army to return. By the
    time the four months are up we'll be ready to meet them.
    We'll have at least as many fighters as there are in the army.
    The slaves they seize will want to join us when they see what's
    happened. I've thought it all out in advance, old man."

    "I see, young fellow, with your plan you can disarm the
    guards and overpower the army," the priest answered, already
    sounding more cheerful, and then added: "But what will be-
    come of the slaves after that, and what will happen with the
    rulers, the guards and the soldiers?"

    "I haven't given too much thought to that. Only one thing
    comes to mind, though: whoever was a slave in the past will
    become a free man. Whoever is not a slave today will be a slave
    tomorrow," replied Nard with some hesitation, as though
    thinking aloud.

    "But what about the priests? Tell me, young man, after
    your victory, will they be slaves or not?"

    "The priests? Haven't thought about that either. But now
    I'm thinking: the priests can stay where they are. The slaves
    and rulers listen to them. Sometimes they're hard to understand,
    but I get the feeling they're harmless. Let them keep
    on telling their stories about the gods, but we know best how
    to live our lives and have a good time."

    "Have a good time that's great," responded the priest,
    and pretended he couldn't wait to get to sleep.
    But there was no sleep for Cratius that night. Only contemplation.
    Sure, he thought, the simplest course of action would be to
    report this to the ruler, and have them seize this young slave he's
    clearly the chief instigator. But that won't solve the problem. The
    slaves will always have the desire to be freed from bondage. New
    leaders will emerge, new plans will be hatched, and as long as that
    goes on, the main threat to the state will always be from within.

    Cratius was faced with the challenge of working out a plan
    to enslave the whole world. He realized there was no way he
    could attain his goal through physical compulsion alone. What
    he needed to do was exert a psychological influence on every
    single individual, on whole nations of people. He had to bring
    about the thought of every single human being to the notion
    that slavery is the highest bliss.
    He had to launch a self-developing program to disorient
    whole nations in space, time and ideas especially in their literal perception of reality.

    Cratius' thought was working faster and faster, he was
    no longer conscious of his body, or the heavy chains on his
    arms and legs. And all of a sudden, like a bolt of lightning, a
    program came to his thought. Even though all the details
    were still to be worked out, and he could not yet explain it to
    anyone else, he could already feel it within, exploding off the
    scale. Cratius was now feeling himself to be the omnipotent
    ruler of the world.

    Lying on his bunk in chains, he was full of self-exultation:
    Tomorrow morning, when they're escorting us all to work,
    I'll give the secret signal and have the guards captain take me
    put of the line and remove the chains. I'll finalize my program,
    say a few words and the world will start to change. Incredible!
    Just a few words, and the whole world will be subject to me, to my thoughts. God really has given to Man a power unequaled in the Universe the power of human thought. It brings forth words which can change
    the course of history.
    The situation's turned out very well indeed. The slaves have
    prepared their plan of insurrection. It's logical, this plan, and is clearly
    capable of leading to an interim result very favourable to them. But
    with just a few words I shall ensure that not only they, but their
    future descendants, and the rulers of the Earth too, will be slaves for
    millennia to come.

    In the morning, on Cratius' signal, the captain of the guard
    freed him from his chains. And the very next day the five
    other priests, along with the pharaoh, were invited to his observation platform. Cratius began his speech before the gathering as follows:
    "What you are about to hear must not be noted down or
    passed along by any of you. There are no walls around us, and
    my words will be heard by no one but you. I have thought up
    a way of turning all people living on the Earth into slaves of
    our pharaoh. That is not something one can do even with the
    aid of vast numbers of troops and exhausting wars. But I shall
    accomplish it with a few simple sentences. All I need do is
    utter them and just two days later you will see how the world
    has begun to change.

    "Take a look down there and you will see long lines of slaves
    in chains, each slave carrying a stone. They are guarded by a
    host of soldiers. The more slaves there are, the better for the
    state or so we always thought. But the more slaves there
    are, the more we have to be afraid of their rebelling. So we
    increase the size of our guard.

    "We are obliged to feed our slaves well, otherwise they will
    not be able to perform their heavy manual labour. But still
    they are lazy and inclined to rebellion. See how slowly they
    move, and the guards have become lazy and do not bother
    using their whips to beat even the strongest and healthiest
    slaves. But they will soon be moving much more quickly.
    They won't need any guards. The guards themselves will be
    turned into slaves. This can be effected in the following way:
    "Before sunset today heralds will be sent out everywhere
    to proclaim the pharaoh's decree: With the dawn of the new day
    all slaves will be granted complete freedom. For each stone brought
    to the city, the free men will receive one coin. The coins may be exchanged for food, clothing, housing, a palace in town, or even
    a whole town. From here on in, you are free people."

    After the priests had let Cratius' words sink in, one of
    them, the eldest, said:
    "You are a demon, Cratius! The demonry resulting from
    your plan will cover most of the nations of the world."

    "So, I may indeed be a demon, and what I have thought up,
    people in the future may call democracy."

    At sunset the decree was proclaimed to the slaves. They were
    astounded. Many of them could not sleep at night, thinking
    about the new and happy life that lay ahead of them.
    The next morning the priests and the pharaoh once again
    climbed up to the lookout platform atop the artificial mountain.
    They could not believe the scene unfolding before their
    eyes. Thousands of former slaves chasing one after the other,
    hauling the same stones as before. Dripping with sweat,
    many of them were carrying two stones apiece. Others with
    only one stone in their hands, were literally running, kicking
    up the dust as they ran. Some of the guards were also hauling
    stones. These people, who now considered themselves
    free after all, they were no longer in chains strove to obtain
    as many of the sought-after coins as they could, so that
    they could build a happy life for themselves.

    Cratius remained at his post on the platform for several
    months after that, continuing to observe with satisfaction
    what was going on below. The transformation was colossal.
    Some of the slaves had organized themselves into groups and
    carts, and pushed them along, their skin covered in sweat.

    They will invent many more devices, Cratius thought to himself
    with satisfaction. Internal services have already started
    food and water delivery. Some slaves have been eating right on the
    go, not wanting to waste time going back to the barracks for a meal,
    and paying for the food delivery with the coins they've earned. Wow!
    They've also got doctors going around, offering help to people with
    physical needs right on the spot also for coins. And they've
    appointed themselves traffic regulators. Soon they'll be choosing their
    own rulers and judges. Let them choose: after all, they consider
    themselves free now, whereas nothing has really changed they're
    still hauling the same stones as before...

    And so they have been running, down through the millennia right
    up to the present day, through the dust, sweating to
    carry the heavy stones. And today the descendants of those
    slaves still keep up their senseless running.

    -vladimir megre
    New Civilization
    statistics are what other people have chosen to make real.

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    I somehow missed this one. Great Post!

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    still love it. i remember i wanted to ask you where you found it. it hit me hard, pa pa bi
    When one loses the deep intimate relationship with nature, then temples, mosques and churches become important.
    .........Jiddu Krishnamurti

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    Quote Originally Posted by Q' lypse View Post
    still love it. i remember i wanted to ask you where you found it. it hit me hard, pa pa bi
    its part of the ringing cedar series ......... remember i opened a thread on it long time ago on Gweb ..... anyways this series is profoundly focused on

    the path to the true self through nature ...
    living in harmony with nature ...
    integration rather than compartmentalization of the self, as everything is part of the self....

    great series and i think u will like it very much as u have shared that u resonate a lot with nature .....

    pm me if u want the first couple of books in electronic format .....

    that goes for anybody else
    Last edited by Quophi Aletse; 11th November 2010 at 01:57 AM.
    statistics are what other people have chosen to make real.

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