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http://guymcpherson.com/2015/09/sociopaths-assume-control/

In the comments:

WoodWose Says:

September 5th, 2015 at 2:23 pm

Oh for a foolproof test (and a method to ensure they take it without being able to cheat!) that determines the sociopaths from the rest of us. Then we could ensure they never achieve positions of power in govt, mgmt, armies, kindergartens, police, hospitals, churches, schools, etc.

HUBRIS (a series of questions)

How many civilizations will rise n fall, their leaders crying “This is the way, I am the truth!” while their soldiers butcher the innocents and their priests chain the dreamers – break them on the wheel or the rack, roast them, excommunicate them, grind them down?

How many stones will hard labour and sweat raise up as temples of hubris only to fall in tangled heaps in earthquake, flood, famine & pestilence? Statues of lying gods falling in flames.

How many monoliths, obelisks, cyclopean portraits of kings and gods will stare mutely back at us from the leafy jungle, we who no longer perceive them as king emperors of their chosen civilizations?
And the sweat-drenched, whip-lashed limbs that raised them now lie in the dust as mute witnesses to the tyranny of lies.

In desert and jungle, giant stones, the punctuation marks of slavery, the stone phrases of domination, leer through the centuries repeating the same old question: When, humanity, will you awaken? When will you cast off the yoke of these usurpers and tyrants who hunt your children for sport, rape your women for pleasure and steal your food, your wealth, your dreams, while shoving down your throat a counterfeit reality of their devising sustained by your acquiescence?

How many ruined palaces must the dust and creepers be cleared from? How many lost ruined cities must be discovered beneath the waves, before we recognize how many times they have given us a receipt for deceit, corralling us into cities and tightening the collars around our necks?

Their warriors do their bidding–illusory justifications of race and religion. They cut out our hearts on the temple steps and would have us believe in their divinity and sacrament. They torture us in dank cells and tell us our security depends on it. They feed us poison and call it manna, tell us lies and call it truth, send us to war and call it valour, steal our riches and call it fiscal austerity. And chuckle endlessly all the way to the banks.

Moloch, Satan, gods of a thousand faces and names, lying in a thousand languages, pouring salt upon our wounds while they gnaw the flesh from our bones, strip the gems from our earth, slaughter the innocents, butcher the trees and myriad creatures, all the while telling us it is all for our own good, for a better life, a better wife, a sexier body, a secure retirement.

And our creativity and dignity choke in the dust or turn to cancer in the places where our untapped potential gnaws at our soul.

We were born in infinity to dance with creativity, in the freedom of a higher way. Why do we snuffle for fungi in the darkness of the earth when we could soar with the eagles amongst the clouds of peace?

Race of slaves bred to mediocrity, lied to from the beginning of time by a thousand demi-gods for whom power is the drug, lucre the blood of life, and sex the wedge that drives the slave-warriors into the blood-drenched sty.

Stop listening to the lie.

Stop sending your sons to die. Stop wallowing in the fiscal sty.

Ancient stones cry out for justice, ancient bloodstains cry out from the ground. Every ruined fortress and crumbling city betrays the hubris of the whip-wielding fist, the ruler on the throne, the liar who calls the shots.

Oh, my people, awaken!
Cast off the chains that choke your children. Mothers, sons, wives, daughters, fathers, husbands, husband this earth of ours. Do not go down the dark staircase they are driving you toward. Reclaim your truth, your freedom to choose.

Band of brothers, circle of sisters, return to the place where the stars shine upon the healing waters. Return their receipt of lies and charge the new vision with your power.

The hour is upon us.
Their lies lie exposed–a thousand civilizations have risen and fallen and the oppressors still try to shepherd us on to worship at altars of their devising.
Their wings are broken; they cannot fly.

Their truth is war, rape and poison…

…ours is an orchard with a river running through.

DCM (2013)

and only love remains.