It’s 7:23am in the business district of Manchester. This is where the ‘big guns’ work. Those that take the life of others and replace it with the life of them. See the photo above. That’s me of course at the time mentioned at the start of these words. It’s early for me. I like to wake when I wake, wake with a hug, wake with a kiss, wake with the sound of life around me, inside, outside, slowly welcoming and meeting my day, not when I am forced to wake by the drum of an alarm. Interesting we use the word alarm to wake us in the morning – alarming don’t you think? So here I am, capturing the sunshine on screen fields in the city just across the street from my new apartment. I lie here with my eyes closed, my ears open and my mind alert. I can hear the birds talking to each other, welcoming the day and getting ready to be until the sunsets. I look up and watch as new shapes appear in the sky, clouds sharing their space with streams of junk from passing planes. The streets are packed with suits, clones, drones heading their way to their jobs, to their posts, to their lives. In the city a job is very much a life. Relationships, dates, going out almost everything is related to their jobs. The early morning alarm rings, it’s time for the job. The lunch bell rings it’s time for a break. The evening call goes out, the workers are released for 12 hours but must return after the next alarm sound. And I I sit here feeling the heat of the sun against my skin, wakening, refreshing, feeding my soul I can open my eyes, look directly ahead to see the lawyers office that almost killed me during my divorce. There they are, suited, booted in their prized cars, working every hour Zoomanity demands and getting the rewards that rust and moth consumes. I wonder if the gift of happiness comes with their job? I don’t think I ever heard someone on their death-bed say… ” I wish I had done more overtime”, have you? The city is a battleground, fighting for the life of a man, fighting for your time, your breath, your very existence. The city is Zoomanity’s front-line, the family is next but the ultimate goal of Zoomanity is the goal of your mind. The persuasion, the sub-stratum layers of your mind. In through the eyes, in through the ears, pounding away until mastery of the mind is won. Yet it’s all really very simple. As Zoomanity battles for the minds and hearts of mankind, as it pulls, draws, teases and pleases the senses of mankind it appears the human becomes more and more Zooman until the day arrives when full integration takes place. Yes it is simple.
- The birds can just BE.
- The clouds can just BE.
- The animals can just BE.
They are because they are, no need to understand the life purpose, they simply tune into the deeper parts of themselves until the outcome of BE-IN has been reached. How about you? Has Zoomanity got you in it’s tight grip? Have you been completely assimilated, absorbed and fused into a world that you know deep down isn’t you or your life? You dream but your dreams are quashed. You fantasies but your fantasy’s are quashed. The life you want is being removed, is being stolen from you during the battle Zoomanity is waging against your mind. It’s very easy. Question everything about your life. Is it what you not want but need to be fulfilled? Take time to sit in the sunshine and just BE while observing what you do or don’t want. Zoomanity is fighting to control your mind at every level. Who will win you or Zoomanity? This is a very real battle but sadly most only awakening at the moment of passing into the unknown. You have choices, what will you choose. Can you, will you awaken from Zoomanity? I’d love your opinion, please leave it below. Alan Forrest Smith, Author of Escape from Zoomanity the book, the message.