Last Transmission and Decree

by Jason John Bartholomew

July 9, 2017

At approximately 2000 years ago, there was issued a global decree from the Middle East and transmitted to the leaders in every nation and every city, village and hamlet around the world. The message sent out at that time was clear and unmistakable and deeply radical in scope and yet so simple a child could understand: End human suffering, was the proclamation.

This edict presented a framework of toolkits and guiding core values that might be used toward achieving success as well as outlining specific sectors of focus to begin this great work. End hunger, end sickness, end child abuse. When in doubt as to where to begin, the decree stated, begin at the bottom, begin, it said, with the outcasts, the vagabonds, those who have less than nothing and restore to them their human dignity.

It was a well-timed rollout of a new system of human affair governance and it easily found an audience, speaking as directly as it did to the very germination of the seed of humanity at the core of each individual.

From the message’s center in the Middle East, radiating outward in every direction the decree was carried by a host of volunteer footman until it had landed on the shore of every land in the world of man. From every coast, by foot or by horse, by camel by pigeon, using every transportation device available, the message was then driven inland and delivered by hand to all the people’s of the world. Individuals forged rivers and roughcut through jungles and battled exotic diseases in order to see the message received.

End human suffering.

This was over two thousand years ago

I would like to stand here today and tell you this noble call to the germ of man is now completed, it’s missions and directives fulfilled, and the program has been, at long last, an astounding success. I would like nothing more than to report this evening that the lion sleeps with lamb.

Alas, I cannot. And it is with a heavy heart and great fear that I must instead announce the decree to end human suffering concludes tonight and it has been, in every way, a colossal failure.

In the two-thousand years since. the first words of the Great Decree To Bring An End To Human Suffering found its first welcoming ear, the tribe of man has made many staggering scientific and social advancements. You have conquered sea travel, harnessed the power of fossil fuels and built locomotion. Man has made air flight and space flight and regularly launches satellites into orbit to support its vast telecommunications systems. Man has discovered vaccines, antibiotics, invented refrigeration, and found a myriad of ways to unlock the secrets of agriculture that allow you to maximize the bounty of food your already bountiful planet can produce.

Yet, inexplicably you have done so little it amounts to nothing to feed your fellow humans and to end the suffering of hunger by providing food. You have not even bothered to acknowledge in your documents of governence that food, such a simple, easily identified basic necessity to survival is indeed a human right.

And so everywhere across this beautiful and bountiful planet you call home, but in no way emulate, in every nation individuals will die today from malnutrition, more often than not within shadow’s reach of towering monstrosities of glass and stone that proclaim to be temples of that once Great Decree.

I have been living as one of you now for many decades, in one of the richest cities in one of your richest nations and even here I cannot make it through the lobby of the apartment complex where I reside without witnessing for myself, before ever reaching the street, the evidence that human suffering is still very much alive and well. By the time I have walked five of your city blocks into the core of this shiny, rich city, I am found in a cacophony of the sounds of human misery and the reverb of the sounds of human apathy to such pain.

All across the globe of Earth tonight, can be heard the sounds of human suffering having its heyday. War racked countries burn with fire tonight. A Pope sits on a treasure trove of gold wearing shoes that cost more than many people on the earth make in a year spouting off blasphemies about the great decree, as he slobbers great goblet of wine, the finest the world has ever known, and sleeps in the bed of a king.

Under bridges and cardboard tarps amongst rubble that is charred and smoking, hungry, alone men, women and children sleep with whimpers, many made orphans by the great machines of human murder and industry.

Everywhere in every nation there still exist forms of slavery and people forced to break under coercion and chain to bend to the will of vacant men who have more than they could ever use in a lifetime or ten. And the rest of you tsk tsk and do nothing.

It is with a great sadness but also a great rage in my heart that I must be the messenger tonight of a new degree to go forth into all of the world until it is done.

“Burn it all. Burn the schools. Burn the orphanages. Burn the churches. Burn the fields. In every place in any way there is evidence of human industry, lay it waste and set it to flame.

Do not heed cries for mercy, they are but tricks and lies. This human is not a merciful creature. They are tricksters and liars and locusts and they eat their own. Lay fire to everything for this human species is a virulent germ, a blight about the land, and it destroying and eating away at the Beautiful Earth, which it neither appreciates nor emulates.

These are abomination. Scorch it all and leave not one of them alive. Make haste. It is decided and done.”

So it will be. The Great Decree is revoked and no more. You enter now the epoch of Great Flames.

I wish it could be otherwise. I have lived among you and eaten with you and lay with you and I know there is some degree of goodness in you. But not enough. Nowhere near enough.

I am so sorry. You must say your goodbyes to each other even as I now must also bid all of you goodbye.

To those of you who may pass more peaceful into the smoke knowing Earth’s fate, after the burn of purification, a contingent of automated labor to spend two years removing the worst of the debris and neutralizing concentrations of great toxicity. Then Earth will be quarantined and left to heal in her own womb for a period of no less than 1000 years. But all of this was outlined in the field manuals of Religion where sections are devoted to probable future’s, meant as an encouragement to be good stewards and you also have back up contingency’s. We did not anticipate that you would come to consider those scenarios as desirable and join in calls to seek to engineer and rejoice in the destruction of your face. That which you have referred to as the end of the world, is more accurately monikered humans no longer being.

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