by Ray Jason
A FICTIONAL EXPLORATION
The bartender gave me his nod that indicated something interesting was headed our way. I turned and watched as an old, but impeccably maintained wooden dory, approached the dock. At her oars were four attractive young people – two women and two men. In her stern was the Captain. I assumed this because he had the calm, confident air of one familiar with the joys and ordeals of command. He cordially said good-bye to his oarsmen and joined us at the bar.
“I’ll go out on a topsail yard and guess that you are from the tall ship anchored out there.”
“Indeed, I am. And I must say that this place looks as pleasant as my scouting party described her to me.”
“Are you saying that “Semester-at-Sea ships are now teaching waterfront bar reconnaissance as part of their curriculum?”
“It’s not a formal course, but it fits nicely into the Life Skills category. But they outdid themselves. Not only did they find a spot with the front on the water, but ALL SIDES are on the water. She is a genuine floating bar.”
“And a relaxed and friendly one as well. Allow me to buy your first round. Might I suggest our excellent local rum with a chaser of one of our fine local beers?”
“You buy ‘em - you pick ‘em”
As the drinks arrived, I asked him how many young hands he had onboard.
“Twenty-nine and one hook,” he replied.
Seeing my raised eyebrow he said, “Just kidding about the hook.”
Our conversation meandered effortlessly for a while and then I asked the name of his tall ship.
"She’s the HENRY DAVID THOREAU and she sails as sweetly as she looks."
“Great name. I’ve written two essays about Thoreau that were big favorites with my readers.”
“Wait a minute,” he replied while looking at me carefully, “you wouldn’t happen to be that Sea Gypsy Philosopher guy that hides out somewhere in the Banana Latitudes, would you?”
“Indeed, I am. And it is always a pleasure getting to meet my readers in person. But to encounter one who is also a tall ship Captain is an extra treat. Pleased to meet you. Sorry I am not wearing my philosopher’s toga. You can call me Ray.”
“And I am Andrew Camden and you can call me Capt. Andy or just Andy.”
“What kind of kids do you have onboard?”
“We’re very different from the normal school ships. Are you interested in the back story?”
“Definitely.”
“A rich guy set up a foundation that awards fifteen honor students a free trip for the whole school year. He even provides them a decent amount of walking around money for when we are in port. The kids come from two high schools in a mid-sized New England town. The sophomores compete for the chance to spend their junior year ocean-trotting on the HDT. That way they can have a normal senior year and all the preps involved with choosing colleges for those who are so inclined.”
“So is it just based on who has the best grades?”
“Good question and the answer is good as well. The answer is NO. Each student has to achieve at least B+ grades, but more importantly they have to write a 1,000 word essay describing why they want to spend nine months at sea.”
“Who does the final choosing?”
“The actual benefactor himself. He is the second son of a very wealthy Yankee family and he spent his teens in delinquency bordering on debauchery. His parents tried various carrots but they failed, so they tried the soft stick of shipping him off on a semester-at-sea cruise. It changed him so thoroughly and so positively that he set up his foundation that enables lots of kids to experience what he calls the Joys of the Wide Waters.”
“Nice back story.”
“Speaking of good stories, here is a recent one for ya. But before I begin, it’s my turn to buy a round. We can put it on the rich guy’s tab, but while doing so, we will toast him graciously.”
“Soooo… we were clearing into a nearby Central American country and ran into a Health Officer who is apparently Dr. Fauci’s love child. He had the same hard-ass, “I’m never wrong” attitude. We all had to take a PCR Covid test and we all came up negative except our onboard teacher. I argued with the Seed of Fauci that these tests were notorious for false positives and asked him to test him again. He refused and he also threatened to quarantine the entire ship.”
“But I struck a deal whereby we would isolate our leper ashore in a q hotel, and we would immediately up anchor and depart for this lovely port. By the way, as the Health Officer departed in his dinky, little boat, I was tempted to fire off our ceremonial cannon as a farewell salute and as a test of his sphincter control.”
“Well, I bet the kids are enjoying a break from classes.”
“I wish that was the case, but the responsibility falls upon me. Unfortunately, although I consider myself an excellent student, I am a lousy teacher. And worse than that, my worldview is so radically similar to yours, that if any of it slipped out, I would probably get keel-hauled or fired or both.”
“Couldn’t you just teach them nautical stuff for a while?”
“That’s the bosun mate’s job, and he loves it, so I would be encroaching.”
“Do you think that most of your kids would be open to an alternative perspective on the world? And would you like for them to be exposed to such views?”
“Oh, hell yes – on both counts. These are sharp kids who have had enough time outside the U.S. to recognize that it is important to question things and not just accept information mindlessly.”
“Hmm … sounds intriguing. Might they be capable of considering my contrary-to-ordinary perspective on the world?”
“Are you volunteering to be a Substitute Teacher?”
“Possibly. It would be great to pass along some of the information that was never shared with me even though I have a friggin’ Poly Sci degree. I could teach a one hour course each day for a week or so. You could pay me a suitable amount from your petty cash account. Oh, and I would ask for one more thing. I would need to get rowed back and forth to the ship each day in your long-boat. It would feel like living in a Joseph Conrad novel.”
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“Good morning, students and shipmates. It is my pleasure to introduce you to Ray who will be your substitute teacher for a week.
He writes a blog that is called The Sea Gypsy Philosopher. His world-view is radically different from what you encounter in your text-books and in the Mainstream Media.
He has gained this perspective not just from his research, but from a very unusual Life Path. He began as a young idealist like most of you. But all of his heroes were gunned down in plain sight – supposedly by Lone Gunmen. After getting a Political Science degree in college, he got drafted and ended up in Vietnam on an ammunition ship.
This had such a profound effect on him that he spent the rest of his years side-stepping the Real World. Amazingly, he supported himself comfortably for about 25 years as a street juggler. His specialty was tossing around dangerous objects that included torches and bowling balls.
His next move was to keep moving. So he became a Sea Gypsy - living and wandering aboard his lovely sailboat. For about the last 10 years he has been sharing his unusual way of looking at the world with readers in over 150 countries. Alright kids, let’s give Ray a warm HDT tall ship welcome.”
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Thank you Capt. Andy and thank you students and sailors. As you know, this is strictly a voluntary class. Therefore, my goal today is to intrigue you with my highly unusual way of looking at the world, so that you will want to come back and learn more tomorrow. In order to do that, I’ll make this bold prediction. Almost every aspect of your daily lives will soon be radically changed – and they will be changed for the worst.
There is a group of wealthy and powerful people – many of them you know, but many are hidden in the shadows – that want to dramatically transform your future. They intend to eradicate your personal independence and control every aspect of your life. Here are some of the details of their totalitarian program.
They plan to force most of humanity into enormous mega-cities where you can be more easily monitored and policed. You will live in tiny pods in dormitory skyscrapers. Most of you will have your work eliminated by robots or Artificial Intelligence. Instead, you will receive a UBI – Universal Basic Income.
This will make you completely dependent on the State, which will soon be a Global Government or New World Order. If your conduct does not meet the approval of your new Rulers, who I like to whimsically call our Malignant Overlords, they will cut off your income and starve you into compliance. Look at how they just did this in Canada.
Cash will be replaced with digital money. This will allow them to know every transaction you make and where it took place. But the Authorities will track you even more completely via your mandatory Smart Phone and its GPS geo-location capacity. But even that obscene level of control will not satisfy them. So you will have an RFID microchip implanted in your hand between your thumb and index finger. And so it will be nearly impossible to evade the all-seeing Techno Eye of Mordor.
This control grid system has already been operating in China for several years. They call it their Social Credit Score – which basically calculates how obedient you are to the government.
You will be forced to take vaccine injections at frequent intervals. What these shots contain and their true purpose will not be revealed to you. They might decrease the male sperm count or make female eggs infertile. They could make the entire population more docile and controllable. In the worst case scenario they could even be an internal “kill shot” that could be activated to murder you.
Your food choices will be greatly restricted. Much of it will consist of what I mockingly call “Goo Foods.” These are laboratory substitutes for real foods. They are mashed together from plants and insect larvae and chemicals. The commoners will not be allowed real meat, but the Rulers will gorge themselves on it. The Hunger Games movies are great examples of this.
Let me pause here because I assume that what I have been telling you is freaking you out. Presumably, you would try your best to resist or overthrow such a diabolically dystopian future. But the Malignant Overlords have prepared for that as well. They have installed a censorship grid that is extremely powerful.
Their control of the media information flow is extraordinary. Any attempt to challenge the accepted narrative, can result in ostracism, the freezing of bank accounts, the seizure of personal assets and even imprisonment. They will claim that “Resistance is Futile” in order to break your spirit.
In conclusion, I will keep this first class very short. My intention here today has been to jolt you by outlining how horrific the future could become. There is an old Chinese proverb that says, “If we do not change our course we will end up where we are headed.” My goal is to awaken you to our possible disastrous future so that we can keep it from happening.
Tomorrow, I will start fleshing out these concepts with more detail and with historical context. You will be amazed to learn how long this plan to remake the world into a Techno-Feudal Plantation has been operational.
I’ll leave a one-page handout on the table. It has a short list of people who have been battling these dark forces for years. You can look them up online and watch some of their video interviews. It includes Patrick Wood who is an expert on Technocracy, Rosa Koire who was a crusader against Agenda 2030, Jay Dyer who details the many books that have called for this world domination project for over a century and Patrick Moore, who left Greenpeace to support true environmentalism and battle the Climate Change fraud.
One more thing, for a site that gives you a very different perspective on how the world works, I recommend that you visit www.theburningplatform.com.
That should get you started. If it feels like you just got hit by a Category Three hurricane of hidden knowledge, that is a good thing. See you in the next class.
TO BE CONTINUED...
