By Brendan Heard.
“The agricultural population, says Cato, produces the bravest men, the most valiant soldiers, and a class of citizens the least given of all too evil designs.” — Pliny the Elder
System freight routes are the veins of Mammon (biblical god of greed and gain). Big businesses and factory farms and their strange economic parent ― the distribution system ― continue to crush all smaller competition, regardless of the loss to parochial agriculture, local food, and associated history and culture. Along with this logistical steamrolling comes the eradication of small communities, yet eradication is not the correct word exactly, as it is something far worse: their zombification. They are left structurally intact on the surface, a functioning shell devoid of everything living, growing, or vital. A parasitized ghoul of a formerly inter-reliant (biodiverse) community. This new dead-alive mimicked community-zombie lives on as a supply-flow truck-stop within Mammon’s spiderous network of veins. It matters little from then who it’s citizens are or what they do, they facilitate the truck routes.
The needs of production comprise our new book of law. These new laws supersede the family clan, folklore, self-reliance, and personal freedoms. The loss of this vitality is camouflaged behind corporate rainbow-logos and advertisements with happy billboard models championing ‘future safety’ and ‘convenience’, spotted across a land being razed of trees. And behind their factory walls, hidden from cameras and light, is our true shame. The total perversion of our sacred responsibility and evolutionary charge: teeming hordes of livestock tortured in black warehouses, packed together like writhing maggots in the brutality of corporate number-crunching. The humans who work there (once farmers on green plains) are now industrial blood-workers, and their middle-manager slave masters are soulless office drones, themselves enslaved to make-work system tasks ― the clerics of ‘growth’. Mammon’s trucks roll on, delivering this blood-pablum to an increasingly managed (infantilized) populace.
Big businesses are not respectful to any any historic nation, they are loyal only to the gluttonous dedications of the cult of growth. To gain and grow financially shall be the whole of the law. There is no lie too base, no mass-hypnosis they won’t employ, to keep the trucks rolling. The community and the history and the family have all lost consequence.
The Earth is a kind of molten rock, upon which rests a layer of organic material, a bed of soil, the bones of those who came before us, who died so that we can grow crops anew. This bed-soil was bequeathed to us by millions of years of life, from our great-grandfather prokaryotes who lived a kind of perfect green existence (living purely off the sun’s energy as a kind of photosynthesizing algae). A singular mass-carpet of DNA, without eating or war, but which expanded in complication over aeons. The management of the soil which we inherited from such past life is among our chief duties as humans. The corporate system does not take any of this into account. There is only the short-term profits on the page.
This system continually weakens our spiritual bond with the bio-force and we ourselves become a threat to that which we were bound to protect.
As Mammon encourages (enforces) people to live in even larger cities, farther away from the observational wisdom of nature and her cycles, the more the soil-caretakers become similar to that which they are told they are: economic units. It can be possible, in labelling something relentlessly, to make it into that label. Sadly this is what has happened. This results in a society of atomized urban nomads, which does not allow people to inherit or construct (and perhaps soon even own) their own homes, but shackles them to banks and warehouses and ‘big business’, destroying completely the organic system which is their foundation. Though there is a harvest, gone are the religious harvest festivals, gone with them is the means of generating real culture.
It is small farms and businesses dedicated to husbandry (evolution), tradition, parochialism, ritual, and the wisdoms of land-reliance which keep families and communities rooted in what is important and eternal.
“it is from the farming class that the bravest men and the sturdiest soldiers come, their calling is most highly respected, their livelihood is most assured and is looked on with the least hostility, and those who are engaged in that pursuit are least inclined to be disaffected.”
– Cato The Elder