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June 18, 2018

Joel Looks Further, to Machine Agriculture, to US Imperial War, to Gaia’s Kinesis

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1. The word of Gaia comes to us.
Hear this, you old men,
And all you inhabitants of the land.
Has this been in your days,
Or even in the days of your fathers?
Tell your children of it,
And let your children tell their children,
And their children another generation.
 
The poisons have laid the crops bare,
The chemicals and genetic vandalism,
They have denuded the flesh and the code.
They have laid the crops bare to destruction.
 
That which the armyworm has left has the earworm eaten,
That which the earworm has left the rootworm has eaten,
That which the rootworm has left the locusts have devoured,
While all is submerged in the pigweed, and the horseweed, and the waterhemp,
And all the poison of the land can only destroy us
And not kill the pest.
 
Away you drunkards,
You are drunk with poison,
It suffuses you and seeps from you,
Poison is all you are.
But your toxic wine shall be cut from your mouth.
 
A nation is come up upon the land you stole,
Strong, without number,
Whose teeth are the teeth of a lion,
Whose wings are a tornado,
Whose vines the serpents of infinity,
Who defies your poison army
And reduces it to dust.
 
The nation lays your vine waste,
Rips your bales apart,
Drowns your pods of commodity:
It lays you entire clean bare
And casts you away.
 
The poisoned meat offering and drink offering
Are cut off from your priests;
And your ministers,
Your parasite legion,
All mourn.
 
The field is wasted, the land mourns;
The spirit of the field rejoices,
The soul of the land exults;
For the corn is wasted,
The poison is dried up,
The ooze languishes.
 
Be ashamed, machine farmers,
Howl, animal destroyers,
For the toxic corn and the poison soy;
For your toxic harvest is perished.
 
You dessicated the field,
Now it dessicates complete.
 
The tomato is shriveled,
The citrus orchard withers;
The imprisoned pomegranite,
The violent oil palm also,
And the poison apple tree.
All the false crops of the field are withered:
Glee is withered from the toxic horde.
 
Gird yourselves and lament, you priests:
Howl, you ministers of the serpent.
Lie all night in sackcloth,
Sanctify a fast with another feast,
Gather all the dignitaries to Paris:
Then cry to the papers,
Alas for the day!
Gaia’s kinesis is at hand:
As destruction from the almighty shall it come.
 
The meat is cut off before our eyes,
Yeah all the glee of the killers.
The seed is rotten under the murdered soil,
The garners laid desolate,
The barns broken down;
For the corn is all dead.
 
How they’ve made the animals suffer,
Their entire nourishment from one great Auschwitz.
The herds are perplexed for they have no pasture;
Yeah, the pigs are made desolate,
The chickens insane.
 
Your fire has devoured
The pastures of the wilderness.
You burned all the trees of the land
And brought the sands upon you.
 
You stanched the rivers,
You damned the waters,
And sucked up the entire moist Earth.
Now the rivers fail you,
The aquifers run out,
And the dirt subsides and is covered with sand.
 
Your crops all die.
Your beasts of the factory and the field all die.
 
You love fire,
And your fire has devoured all the pastures of the Earth.
Now you shall eat your fire.
 
 
 
2. Let the trumpet resound across America,
Sound alarms in the mountains,
Let it ring across the plains:
For Gaia’s kinesis is at hand.
 
A time of smog and smoke,
Clouds and thick darkness
Spread as if morning spanning the peaks.
A great people and strong;
There never has been the like,
Nor shall ever again be the like
Throughout the generations.
Their frames and souls now choke
On the smog and smoke they’ve used as blood.
 
A devouring fire precedes them,
And behind them towers of flame rage.
A Garden of Eden once lay before them,
Behind them now nothing but blasted desolation.
 
They come as if metal horses,
So they gallop across the land.
Like chariots leaping from pinnacle to pinnacle
They blast open the air;
Like a flame of fire
They surge the sands,
With hissing and silence
They slash the seas.
 
In their eyes all people are pain and the target of pain,
All faces become blackened.
 
They run like mighty men, each upon another,
They climb up on the house
To cast down bombs upon the next.
 
They muster their guns
And shoot one another.
Each thrusts the next
And walks over his corpse.
Each pushes the next onto the sword
And makes sure there are no wounded.
 
They run to and fro in the city,
Shooting, stabbing, burning each other.
They surmount the walls to shoot at the sky
To bring down their own chariots.
They put guns on the hills to shoot at the sea.
 
The Earth quakes beneath them,
The heavens tremble,
The chariots blast the rock below,
The ships bombard the writhing shores.
 
The moon goes dark.
The stars stop shining.
 
And Earth will convulse
Under the berserking army
Which eats its own fire
To consummate itself.
 
The day of the Earth is great and terrible,
And who can abide it?
 
All the planes plummet in flames,
All the ships sink bleeding below,
All tanks and cars are shattered in smoke;
The final two soldiers left standing deranged,
Stab one another to death.
 
Turn back to the Earth,
Turn back with fasting and mourning.
Rend your heart
And return home to Earth.
 
Blow the trumpet for Gaia,
Sanctify a fast,
Call an assembly,
Gather the people,
Sanctify the group,
Let all come together as one to say,
Redeem us O Gaia;
We shall redeem our heritage,
Never again forever to say,
What is the Earth?
 
And Earth will answer with full reclamation,
Corn, wine and oil,
Now gleaned in peace
From Earth’s own fount,
In harmony with Gaia
Not against her.
We shall be satisfied,
And know happiness and peace.
 
We shall banish the fear of death,
And the hatred from this fear,
And we shall be satisfied
And know happiness and peace.
 
Beasts of the field,
Pastures of the wilderness in Spring,
The tree bearing fruit,
The vine yielding strength,
The constant rain returning,
The wheat abounding,
The wine and oil again overflow.
 
We shall restore the balance
With locust and worm and caterpillar,
No more shall they be an army
Reared against us by the spirit of poison.
We shall be satisfied,
And know happiness and peace.
 
We shall eat in wholesome plenty
And be satisfied with happiness and peace.
 
 
Gaia shall pour out her spirit upon all flesh,
Our sons and daughters shall channel her word,
We all shall dream and see visions all day.
 
Earth will show wonders,
Heaven and Earth,
Sun, moon, all vistas transformed
As they’re freed of the glare and smoke and stench,
Clear sensation forever.
 
And in these coming days
Whoever shall call on the name of Gaia
Shall be delivered,
Each of us home to Eden.
 
 
 
3. In those days, in that time,
The Earth shall liberate its people from their captivity,
The Remnant of the First Nations everywhere
Shall Return as the Second Nations.
 
Gaia will gather her nations
And bring them to the Valley of All Rivers;
We shall redeem our heritage
And resume our land.
 
While you who cast lots for our people,
Gave a boy for a harlot,
And sold a girl for wine that you might drink,
Yeah what have you to do with us,
New York and Los Angeles,
And all your coasts enslaved to cargo?
Will you render Gaia a recompense?
Yeah, you have offered it;
Swiftly and speedily will she return your recompense
Upon your own head.
 
You have poisoned our water,
Murdered our trees,
Raped our soil and genes,
Taken them all into your temples.
Our children you have driven and sold and killed,
That you might remove them far from your border.
 
Behold, Earth will raise them out of the pit,
And return your recompense upon your own head.
Earth will sell yours into the hands of the Earth,
To a place far off from you;
And the stars you boasted you’d grasp,
You can climb up to them alone.
 
Earth proclaims, Prepare war,
Summon the mighty forces,
All the muster of Kinesis come near:
Beat their plowshares into our swords,
Their pruning hooks into spears for us:
Let the weak say: I am strong.
 
Assemble ourselves, and come,
All we people of the Earth,
Gather ourselves together round about:
Cause our mighty ones to come down, O Earth.
 
Let us waken and come up to the valley of Dakota:
There Gaia will sit to judge all round about.
Put in the sickle, for the harvest is ripe:
Come down, the press is full, the vats overflow;
For their wickedness is great.
 
Multitudes, multitudes in the valley of decision:
The day of the Earth is near in the valley of decision.
 
The sun and the moon shall be darkened,
The stars shall withdraw their shining.
 
The rage of the Earth shall roar out of Siberia,
And utter its voice from the Atlantic and Pacific;
The heavens and the earth shall shake:
But Gaia shall be the hope of her people,
And the strength of the children of the land.
 
 
So shall you know Gaia dwells in the Earth,
Our holy mountain,
Then shall our Gaian city be holy,
And no strangers pass through her any more.
 
And it shall come to pass in that day,
The mountains shall drop down new wine,
And the hills shall flow with milk,
And the rivers shall flow with waters,
And a fountain shall come forth of the house of the Earth
And shall water the Valley of All Rivers.
 
The brownfield shall be a desolation,
The cities shall leave behind deserts,
For their violence against the children of Gaia,
For the innocent blood they shed on the land.
Yet even this destroyed land Gaia shall reclaim in her time
And restore to beauty and life.
 
Gaia shall dwell for the rest of time,
And her children from generation to generation.
She will cleanse our wounds:
For the Earth dwells in her and us.
 
 
 
 
 
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2 Comments

  1. Your lust for vengeance reveals a soul too long steeped in fundamentalism. My perception of Gaia is healing, redeeming, and nurturing. Methinks you seek the wrathful judgement of Abraham’s God or the destruction of Shiva.

    Comment by VernonHuffman — June 18, 2018 @ 10:10 am

    • I don’t think sitting there watching the destruction helps mitigate it. Gaia told me so. And I do feel rage when those I love are raped and murdered. Sorry you don’t feel the same.

      Comment by Russ — June 18, 2018 @ 10:23 am


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