by Ray Jason
This is a fictional exploration of the near future.
It was the Field of Gold incident that convinced me that it was time. That was when I sailed away … probably forever.
For years, many truth-tellers had warned that there was a gigantic, half-hidden Evil steadily suffocating Humanity. Many pointed out that when the Malignant Overlords proclaimed that “You will own nothing, and be happy” this also meant that THEY would own everything … and be ecstatic. I was one of those who were shouting such warnings from the World-Wide Watchtowers.
But I was different. I could escape. This was not an accident. I had mastered the art of living aboard a self-sufficient sailboat that could flee to any of our ocean planet’s uninhabited islands. There are thousands of them. For years, I had been charting hundreds of possible options. I achieved this by gleefully using satellite images from the very same technocrats who were trying to enslave me.
Since I was forsaking civilization and embracing solitude, the mandatory vaccine passports would not restrain me. That’s because the islands I chose, were not defiled by “officials.” And since I use “the old ways” to navigate, I cannot be tracked. My sextant is not connected to their global control network.
Plus, I had never owned a smart phone or even spent a minute on social media. My path and past disappeared astern of me like the wake of my sturdy sailing boat. Hell, I am so far off the Gryd, that I’m not sure if I remember how to spell it.
Having recognized a decade ago, that an ocean-ready sailing boat is the best survival platform for almost every type of emergency, I did my best, in essay after essay, to convince like-minded sailors to form small, vigilant Sea Gypsy Tribes.
Sadly, my message went unheeded. Presumably, this was because conditions had not become disastrous enough. But unfortunately, things can switch from tolerable to miserable very swiftly. How many potential sea gypsy tribesmen will one day curse themselves for their procrastination?
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My geo-political research indicated that in order for the rulers to initiate their Great Reset, they would have to destroy the current economic and political systems. My guess was that they would explode the U.S. dollar as the global reserve currency. This would lead to rapid hyper-inflation that would financially decimate ordinary people all around the world.
The desperate masses would then accept the worst Devil’s Option available. They would agree to receive a monthly living allowance, but they would have to surrender all of their valuable possessions to their psychotic masters.
Aside from giving up all of their worldly goods, the ordinary people were forced to accept additional concessions. They must receive an RFID chip in the fleshy part of their hand between the thumb and forefinger. This would contain all of their previously private information such as bank account and balance, health and vaxx hsitory, GPS tracker, contact info, etc.
Most of their favorite foods would be eliminated and they would only be allowed to eat industrial “goo foods.” This change was supposedly to “save the planet.” But actually, it was designed to “enrich the rich” and make the masses even more docile because of this low-nutrition food.
They would have to give up all long-distance travel except under special circumstances. Almost all private vehicles had already been surrendered in exchange for the Universal Basic Income.
Paper currency was eliminated and replaced by digital money that could be monitored and even “disappeared” if you upset the Malignant Overlords. Representative government was replaced by a global technocracy.
As for the brave renegades who would not submit, they would be identified and relocated. If the programmers in the re-education camps could not break their minds, they would break their bodies … into the chipper they would go - to emerge as Soylent Vegangoo.
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I often wondered what the specific catalytic event would be that forced me to initiate my “escape to the far islands” strategy. When it finally occurred, even I was shocked.
It took place in the Beijing National Stadium in China. The stands were filled to capacity with 80,000 everyday Chinese people who were told that they were about to witness something of historical significance.
The enormous field was covered by an equally enormous Chinese flag. After a flyover sky parade of military jets, two long columns of tanks thundered into position surrounding the gigantic flag.
Then about a hundred beautifully-costumed Chinese acrobats somersaulted and cart-wheeled into the arena. They positioned themselves along the edges of the huge flag.
When the national anthem began playing on the sound system, the acrobats slowly and dramatically rolled back the flag, which revealed … thousands of tons of solid gold bars. Adding to the spectacle were a dozen drones, whose cameras were zooming in to show the world how massive the gold pile was. The crowd roared in amazement and disbelief.
And disbelief was also the response of the rich and powerful around the globe. They screamed and stammered at their TVs asking, “How could this be happening?” The Chinese had agreed to be part of the new Special Drawing Rights digital money that was supposed to replace the U.S. dollar as the global reserve currency.
But China had gone rogue. They were planning to activate a gold-backed Yuan. Or as they described it, they would usher in a return to “Dynastic Money.”
I suspected that on Monday morning, the market openings all around the world would be in total turmoil. And my guess was that in a few more Mondays the entire planet would be descending into chaos.
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That’s when I sailed away … probably forever.
My survival boat is filled with a year’s supply of freeze-dried and dehydrated food. I will combine this with my skill at fishing the sea with my rods and hunting on the reefs with my speargun. And there is plenty of food to be gathered on the shoreline.
My weapons are cleaned, oiled and sighted-in. My library and film collection will entertain and inspire me.
Ironically, I used the “stimulus money” that my government had issued in their efforts to buy my submission, as a means of actually enhancing my liberation.
With it, I bought a small sat-com system. This allows me many communication options - as long as the satellites remain operational. After that, I have my single-side-band radio as a final fallback tool.
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However, I believe that all of this may eventually disappear like tears in the rain. When that occurs, I will become a one man floating conservatory. I have stashed aboard my lovely sailboat, a compact 3 volume encyclopedia.
It is a testament to what an astonishingly rich planet this was. It catalogs the amazing variety of creatures that once wandered here. And it is a tribute to the magnificent environments that were their homes.
It also records the many marvels that we humans contributed. Those achievements were stunning. They were a glorious cornucopia of art and science and literature and music and architecture and invention and exploration and philosophy and medicine.
We were capable of such majesty. For a multitude of generations we gleamed so brilliantly. But sadly within our troubled species our capacity for brightness was offset by a propensity for the most demonic darkness.
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Despite the solitude, I rarely feel lonely. Perhaps that is because I have such a clear mission. My quest is to sustain my little floating conservatory as long as possible.
Thus it can be a reminder of a once wondrous world. The flame I carry is tiny, but I am determined to keep it burning. However, as I do so, I keep pondering one tragic question.
Why couldn’t we find a way to have Mozart … without The Mushroom Cloud?