Erhard Hans Josef Lang (January 8,1957 / Günzburg/Danube Germany)
Events That Make The Years Go Counted
Aeschylos, for one, was a famous dramatist in antique Greece,
At a time when humankind was adolescing,
his mind, like the high-flying minds of
a few others of contemporaries
of his young time, was sprouting youthfully spritely.
While now we humans are all seen leaning on crutches of all kinds of
shapes, rather than moving by one's own means:
on round wheeling crutches, without hoofs,
for the moving,
on keypadded toyboxes, forestalling one's own mind power of telepathy,
for the telecommunicating, having messages, tediously stalled out,
forklifted around through pied interface pipers
bent on exchanging looks of costly hertzian beams.
Whereas Mind's beams and God's star interfaces,
just free for the taking,
still don't charge any of us,
even one were to take a longer
more complex ride on highways of
the global net of telepathy.
How wayward could have times been in antiquity, when almost all things
of general knowledge that we, today, take for granted,
had still been open for the speculations;
thanks to Christ there were no inquisitions yet in the name of a lord
But Aeschylos, if asked, wouldn't have come up with
that he was born in 525 BC. The number of the pre-Christian era years
being only a scientific projection,
counted out from our present standpoint in time.
Not that the ancient would have counted their years backward? ? !
What if we were to start counting our years backward now! ! ?
But Oh, weren't it then high time enough for us to do so? Hodieee! ! !
There is already 2000 years to go now, to reach on innocent point zero.
And for the numbers, if it were only for them,
there were no excuses,
don't let me be misunderstood.
Is this only a joke to anyone?
(Once a genuine longing for a new point-blank year-zero Great start of
new Hope of paradisical times were to set in,
in alignment with a new year numbering:
belatedly one easily could convert, for example, year 2006 into year
1994 Before the start of the New Era.
And go ahead and count the following year as 1993 Before the start of
the New Era...)
And, likewise belatedly, finally take down this 2000-year-old crucified
soul of God's son, for no more for Him always to have to ascend that
painful wretched cross of a throne
spilled over and over with blood,
each time a member of mind in His
calls out to the self in God's mind.
Are we really that much ridden by dumb blood of old wont? ? !
And this one now is no joke to me:
Why not just repair to toppling the system,
at one blow once and for all,
and to saying: 'Tomorrow we'll start at year zero,
all over again,
of a new order'? ? !
Radical changes of radical features naturally also presuppose radical
changes behind the features.
Now, which great thing,
to be built on such a heavy foundation,
durable enough to last through all times,
could it then be
that were to be counted out by a new round of our years starting at
by us and by all our future generations from us onwards,
after we would have taken down that crucifixion of our old system and
its lord? ?
I, for one, can see honestly only one thing
grand enough to be worthy of having all started all over from year
New Year Zero will be the first year after the general worldwide
abolition of money,
wholly replaced, as such, by a system of panvoluntaristic flow of all
'give and take'
practiced in perfect consensus
all over the world..
And Jesus Christ will be smiling ever more,
more than ever before,
not anymore having to wear that old worn-out crown of thorns any more,
each time a remembering face looked up
in a prayerful mood to him.
And all psychotropic drugs - that great cheat of a monster problem of
will be considerately dealt out
per individual user & stuff licences, from year new zero onwards,
through the very ones who now still heat up the years through their
modern inquisitions of the Mind.
Only then young Aeschylos will have won all of his dramas,
and even such ones he not yet dared to dream about.
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