Gaia: The Diary of Climate Change
Episode 6: The pain
Have you seen those bodies of water overspilling with trash, the water turned green and black, sludge and sludge, the smell, the neglect?
It is my body.
Sometimes I wish the pain would stop — like the times when the urine runs into my right leg or my colon pushes into my tongue and empties into my brain. Or when I run toward the bathroom but the Asuras knock me down before I get to the toilet and I lose consciousness for seconds that feel like hours.
I don’t know how they do it but these metaphysical beings can rewire parts of human bodies so that if one were to go to a human doctor, the doctor would find inexplicable things: webs and nets across your intestines creating two stomachs (one to hold food and another to empty feces back into the first stomach for another digestion), a liver the size of a watermelon, lungs spilling out of their cavity, a calcified heart barely beating.
The urine running into the leg — my mother did that to me. She told me it was not good to rise so high. I don’t know what gets into her sometimes.
It reminds me of the time she and my sister tried to stop me from going away to college. I was leaving for Sweet Briar College in the Blue Ridge Mountains. I had a choice between Sweet Briar and Fordham University in Manhattan. I chose the mountains. I knew that if I didn’t go away, that if I didn’t go to college — I would become a mall rat with gossip as the centerpiece of my life. I was already trying to please my family by talking about symbols of wealth. I wanted to learn about the world, so I left. It was the best decision of my life.
I didn’t feel so much pain in my body then. I just had difficulty with grogginess. I had bursts of clarity. I suffered from depression. I was lonely. These were my greatest pains. (Gosh — I am still tired of the loneliness. ) I had an amazing Chinese-American Professor who taught environmental ethics. What an amazing teacher. I still think about him. He named his son Siraz (light in Persian). He focused on environmentalism through the lens of Islam. He invited a philosopher from Pakistan to talk about environmentalism and the importance of intention. It is still hard for me to understand. I need more time. I didn’t feel anyone attacking me then. The first major attack on me was in 2000. It was led by the Saudis. They were not alone. It was a multi-nation effort. They wanted to ensure that Al Gore would lose the election. They were banking on George W. Bush. The Saudis were not just interested in wealth accumulation. They enjoyed terror. They are practitioners of the dark arts. They are the greatest threat to the peace and security of Earth. And they are protected by Jane.
Who is Jane? Is she an Asura? Is she a clone possessed by Hitler’s mind? After the Asuras knocked me out in Pondicherry, did they launch her as the mother of humanity? A mother who wants to destroy Earth, make slaves of humanity, ensuring there are only bioengineered human beings — giving her mind domination of all men and women? What people don’t talk about is the eradication of men. Everyone thinks men are in power. No. Jane is in power. There is no man who is not policed by Jane. There are no women who are not ruled by Jane. Women are at a disadvantage, especially with Jane at the helm. Still, look at what they achieve. Jane protects the dangerous oligarchs who have already begun replacing humanity with robots. She seeks the company of those who enjoy the mastery of annihilation.