Sword of Aquarius
a romantic political tragedy novel by Rolf A. F. Witzsche
Volume 7 of the 12-volume series, The Lodging for the Rose

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Chapter 9 - Gethsemane.

      "Then came the death star. Don't you hear the cries already that we need a global world government for sure, one that is wielding an iron fist to prevent 'such things' from happening again?

      "Establishing a global world government fascist rule, with the hidden agenda of creating an environment of 'managed' poverty and 'managed' population controls, is the real goal of the fondi's empire. That's what they didn't tell you, but which their every policy drive moves towards. They have pushed this issue again and again. The death star was merely a provocation in this game to force the world's subjection to their goal. And if that fails, they will try it again in some other fashion."

      I just sat there. I was stunned by the force of Olive's conviction. Evidently, she was right about the possible purpose of the death star. I sensed that she was, I just didn't want to accept it. I didn't know what to answer her. "That's monstrous," I simply replied.

      "The death star killed eight million people," I added. "It could have killed hundreds of millions. How can anyone plan atrocities on such a scale? That's inhuman."

      "Your kind of thinking is irrelevant, Peter. What do eight million deaths matter to people who intend to reduce the world population by four thousand millions of people? Did anyone care about the hundreds of thousands of people who were killed in Nagasaki and Hiroshima after the war was essentially won? The people who arrange these kinds of tragedies for humanity, take pride in saying about themselves, that really high minded people don't give a hoot about people's life and happiness, especially other people's."

      "Is that what you meant by taking in the larger view?" I asked again, cautiously.

      She nodded, and added sadly that it has to be that way, before we can even begin to think about a solution. She said, that as far as she was concerned, the deaths of Anton and Nicolai exceeded the threshold. She said that killing Nicolai and Anton was the greatest mistake the oligarchy ever made. She swore that she would do everything in her power to rip up their agenda, and she added that she would like to invite me to participate in this project.

      I nodded, but told her that this was impossible, since I was already committed to such a project.

      "Then allow me to join you," she said.

      "Welcome to the club," I answered her, and embraced her, and followed the invitation up with a kiss.

      "Heather and Ross are also involved in fighting this battle," I said to her. "They have taken on the task to re-Christianize the Catholic Church, to convert it back from the Byzantine model to the original Christian model of universal love that binds humanity on a lateral foundation. We may never win on this front, the opposition is extremely powerful, but the fight is on. We have taken the battle right into the halls of the Vatican, right to the Pope. The Vatican people even listened to us, before they closed the door on us. Nevertheless, they can't close the door that easily on the principle of the idea that they must now deal with. The principle makes its own demands. It makes demands on us, too."

      "Ah, this means we are all birds of the same feather," Olive replied and held her hand out to me, "as you said in Caracas."



      We stayed at the park by the seashore and talked until long after the sunset had faded. The next day we visited the world famous Butchard's gardens.

      Along the way to the gardens, Olive noticed a sign leading to a university botanical project. "Let's go there," she requested. "Maybe we can have our picnic there."

      Indeed we could. We did. Several picnic tables had been set up near a set of rhododendron bushes that were huge in size and full out in bloom. The bushes looked like giant mounds of white and pink, which were swarmed over by countless bees. The bees, like tiny aircraft, flew from blossom to blossom. They crawled deep inside them to get at the nectar that would sustain them in their journey while they performed the vital task of pollinating the flowers that they visited. These tiny winged beings existed in a perfectly designed symbiotic unity that was evidently established long before us humans arrived on their scene.

      Olive had asked me to note especially how diligently these bees performed their duty, driven by their instinct that has become a part of their nature. "That's all they know," said Olive. "This is also enough for them to know, because their action reflects the universal principle of economy that has been bred into their existence. We human beings, in contrast, have a far greater range of voluntarism than the bees have. We can discover. We can explore. We can also take utterly stupid actions that become destructive to ourselves. That's where all of our problems come from. We steal, lie, cheat, rob, murder, rape, destroy, all in the mistaken belief that we, society, can be benefited by this process. We even say openly that greed is the dynamo of the human economy. We say that it makes the world go round. We say many such things. So, we go ahead and build empires on greed and theft, and on the violence that is necessary to enforce the stealing to satisfy the greed. And finally, in the end, all of that ends up destroying us.

      "The problem is that we can say anything we want and print it in the newspaper as the truth, but that doesn't make it the truth as we always find out eventually. In time, of course, we will indeed find out what the real truth is about the fundamental principles of economy; the principles that support our existence. The bees probably found this out over millions of years and adapted themselves to live in accord with these fundamental principles. Compared to them, we are newcomers on the block. But give us a few million years, and we too, will adapt ourselves to live in accord with the principles of economy that support our existence, just as the bees have. For now, however, this is something we have not yet achieved to any large degree. But why should we wait millions or years to establish that knowledge? We have the capacity with our sentient intellect to skip those millions of years of evolution, and develop those fundamental principles of our existence, scientifically. That's how we can solve our problems. This is also why we are here. We can help humanity in doing this research. We can help make the discoveries, and take part in communicating the truths that humanity's pioneers have recognized to exist. We can promote this even when people like to close their minds to these scientific advances, insisting that there is no such thing as truth; who call truth an opinion, and regard public opinion as the truth, which they, of course, manipulate in the first place. We can change the world by reorganizing people's thinking onto a platform of sanity," Olive concluded.

      "This has never been done before," I replied.

      "That's no reason why we shouldn't start," said Olive and grinned. "Homer has once made such a start, and the outcome of this singular effort laid the foundation for the unfolding of the Greek Classical culture.

      "Dante did the same thing. He literally laid the foundation for the Golden Renaissance in Italy. Confucius did the same in China. All the great developments in history have started that way. All that we need to do, is make the same thing happening again, except on a much larger scale. That's what we have to work on, Peter, if our love is to have any meaning. And that is what I am committed to do," Olive concluded.

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