Awake! The Earth is happy without the men of the scythe

                                                       Awake! The Earth is happy without the men of the scythe

Covid-Blindness: I say without men because they (and not they) are the ones who have been killing and dying in endless wars for millennia, those who have been exterminating entire peoples for millennia, those who have been practicing genocide, torture, the rapes of the mothers and daughters of the vanquished for millennia, those who in the name of ambiguous gods have been cutting the wings of women for millennia, those who in the name of progress have been destroying the planet for millennia, those who do not leave to stick the dagger in the Evas of the whole world, those who continue to plunge the dagger into the heart of Gaea, the supreme paradigm of all the girls, girls, adults and old women who were punished for biting the first apple

The coronavirus had to arrive and spread throughout the planet for life to be reborn in places where it was dying, dying. The birds began to sing again as they had not done for a century. The blackened air began to mutate, puffing out gasps of oxygen. The flowers and plants embellished. The sea, saturated with plastic and oil, was able to heal a little and the green and blue returned to her belly, to her placenta, and to the protective sky. These months we have seen deer enter churches, bears crossing the road, barren and withered lands, green again. Everywhere sprouted, as if thanking us for returning to the cave, an earthly paradise.

How scary is the return to "normality", synonymous with "animal barbarism!" When the masks fall we will drill to hell coal mines, pits of black gold. The forests will burn like houses of cards, and in the oceans and jungles whales and elephants will explode, drowning "our civilization" in blood.

Covid-19 (daughter of "hybris" and "other bats" that inhabit the caverns where the dead make the vile metal) will also bring famines, poverty, and unemployment levels hitherto unknown. Around the corner we will see the irresistible rise of machines and robots and, as if that were not enough, we will continue with the old recipes that never worked (neither to the left nor to the right) and with the ancient adage, father and mother of all the truths, of the "donkey, the ferris wheel, the stick and the carrot".

What has to happen for us to turn 180 degrees, an opportunity to the imagination? So that, based on absolute respect for the Other and the Earth, we lay the foundations for a new world that revolves around the human being and their needs, and not at the pace set by the commitres, those mercenaries of the merchants and ghosts that feed on the blood of "the plebs" that they treat like a flock that, once squeezed, they abandon in the slaughterhouses where those who were born without shields and without a sword huddle.

Welcome to a world without borders or religions in which there is no reason to kill or die! A planet in which we make "war" on competitiveness, on the humus of capitalism that expands, like an ominous miasma, in cainist, murky societies, with blurred angels and demons. Let's fight (with intelligence and reason) against the society of "so much you have, so much value." Against the society of the eternal return of the strongest. Against the pendulum of death.

Not the male with the iron fist who stays with his arms folded when a "hominid" stabs a female, when capitalism (whether of the State as in China or "cool" as in the US and theirs) roars spinning, which crazed propellers, their scythes of blood in “the amazonies” of the global village, leaving in their wake borderless cemeteries that fill the pockets of the specters of capital that, at the same time that they promise the moon, dig your grave and that of half humanity .

The formulas of the past are no longer valid. The time has come to put an end to the expired gods and heroes who shaped a rotten world based on commercial interests or doctrines that have had their time and dried up. In truth, there is no other alternative: either we renew ourselves by following opposite paths (scythe versus arrow) or “the nobodies” will return to the bottomless pit. In truth, the Earth lives better without "martial" men.

 I say without men because they (and not women) are the ones who have been killing and dying in endless wars for millennia, those who have been exterminating entire peoples for millennia, who have been practicing genocide, torture, violations of mothers and daughters of the vanquished for millennia, those who in the name of ambiguous gods have been cutting the wings of women for millennia, those who in the name of progress have been destroying the planet for millennia, those who do not stop stabbing the dagger in the Eves of the whole world, those who continue to plunge the dagger into the heart of Gaea, the supreme paradigm of all the girls, girls, adults and old women who were punished for biting the first apple.

If this pandemic "and the entire structure that surrounds it" does not put an end to the demonic cancer growth that will lead us to total collapse, the human being will have to migrate to shooting stars that burn like a billion suns. To those bright spots inhabited by charred divinities, men and androids.

If we do not learn anything from this lesson, we will lower our necks forever, waiting for the arrival of the executioner of a thousand names: alienation, the surgeon of bodies and souls, the man with the neck and the knee, disease, poverty, the hitman of the market , the Russian roulette that spins in tax havens firing its bullets at the temple of the innocent, the black rain, the symphony of missiles with music by Wagner, etc.

(There is no wiser teacher than nature, she is the great goddess that contains all knowledge. No library in the world, no university or school knows a millionth of what she treasures. If she smiles, the world is going well and the man does the right thing. If she suffers, like now, it is because the children are killing their mother)

SOLUTION!!! Of course there is a solution! the birth of a new man, of a society that abhors competitiveness (the mother of insanity and other physical and mental illnesses) and advocates solidarity and freedom without country or flag. A world in which kisses, hugs, and loving coupling (in the style of Mother and her creator in Raised by Wolves) are publicly traded, and dark business (and its criminal aftermath) remain, like a bad memory, which infamous trace of an outdated past.

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