Some little
girls and even boy-men rebelled, of course. And were killed. In spirit, if not
in body.
Because the
implacable change was underway, and there'd be no stopping it unless everyone
returned to their balanced roots.
But there
was little chance of that with everyone focused on all the plunder, pillaging,
threats to survival, reputation, and desperate need to find somewhere safe to
rest.
As it ever
was.
As it has
been.
As it is
today.
Except that
now we gather, re-gather, our balance, our strength, unplugging our energy from
the grand great machine.
And without
energy, it dies.
"Why,
you'd send us back to the dark ages!" some of you scoff. "Do you want
to see humanity back living with candles and the sweat of their brow?"
Hardly.
These are
the Dark Ages as, we daresay, you are discovering, with many sweating so just a
few can opulence enjoy.
But wombeings
are light beings.
Which means
we can create life/light from nothing whenever we wish.
Which means
we can live on light, flavored to any taste we desire, and therefore there is
no need for the harming of any other creatures in order for us to survive.
"Old
habits die hard," you say.
As do old
business models.
We know.
But isn't
it time for an old unhappy system to die?
