T H E C O S M I C C U B E
COSMIC CUBE CIRCUIT 8.2
TO RESTORE THE HABITAT
Once Earth is gone it is gone forever. Any cell that fails to be self cleansing is doomed to die of its own accumulated excretion. Any planetary body that fails to be self cleansing is doomed to die likewise. It has happened to other star systems. Man is on the razors edge of a similar disaster from which there is no return.
The air pipes and water pipes of the old earth civilization have completely crumbled. From the old ruins we are bombarded with empty rhetoric that goes round and round in circles, like a dying man in the desert, as corporate systems die of their own pollution.
Pure Life Water should flow from the top of the political pyramid to water the parched grass roots. Instead we get to drink their urine. No one thinks to tackle the real problems, when prancing around the political mulberry bush gets more media attention. This is a splendid device to avoid facing the issues.
This endless "soap opera" may be fun for the actors, as it does wonders for Ego. But for the audience the show is increasingly boring. Half of the observers have given up and gone home long ago.
The idea of good is the Universal Politic and this is the theme of Column 8 on the Cosmic Cube. At Window 8.2 we take an objective look at our common habitat and bring it up to maximum specifications for the common good.
In Applied Metaphysics we walk our talk from A - Z. In class we did this by placing a white earth on the drawing board and placing various coloured flimsies, representing the different interactive systems - Levitron, Biotron, Megatron etc., which go to make up our habitat, over this clean white-stone globe, until the concept of perfection was set.
The final flimsy in this series was the diverse cultural cloak of many colours, which we called Our Ladies' final bridal gown, the effect was stunning. If it makes it any easier we can play it as if Earth is the moon, and we are cosmonaughts on a Star Trek about to bring a new and perfect life style to the bare bones of the vacant moon. It is wonderful to see how history repeats itself; it seems to me we've played this theme before.
The Kings of the Earth, all goodly men and wise with the wisdom of the Elohim, assemble for the pre-assault process on the clean white stone of the moon. Or if you prefer we can be Moon-men contemplating the perfect society we plan to build on Planet Earth. Its six of one and half a dozen of the other either way.
To gain the approval and reap the benefit of the whole global population, as the Wise Men, we set up a screen in the House of the League of Nations, for each country will want its fair share of the about-to-be-colonized Moon. We will guarantee no loss of cultural identity in the new moon system. We can't risk any of the old earth imperfections either.
To this end we have used our invisible microwave oven to kill off the essential evolutionary virus which has plagued mankind since "the gods" came to develop our whole earth civilization. We call this our "Eye of Horus" technique. Our Earth-Gods are the newest specie and the pride of the Galaxy, we are using our most precious possession to visualize our dream of perfection, the Cyclopean Eye, "The Eye of Thoth".
When our flat-moon project is complete we turn it into a white globe and suspend it from the ceiling on a string. We then surround it with a geodesic dome and flash it from millions of global computer screens as we move from Window 8.2 to Window 9.12, Planet X on the Cosmic Cube to monitor the ratings and register the vote.
What is good enough for the Moon-Man is good enough for the Earth Man. Except for the climate, which planet we choose to live on is neither here nor there in Genesis II. Which do you prefer?
Mesdames et Messieurs, take your choice and give us your vote.