Special Human New Paradigm As the huge 747 landed from a heat soaked LA into a mist covered, rained on London a huge crowd of saggy eyed, smoke stinking, coffee breath paparazzi lined up, pushing, shoving, hustling, bustling each other for the best position to snatch the best shot. First to appear are the first class flyer’s. These guys feel very special, they think they are special, the are the first class flyer’s. Because they are special they are allowed to leave the jet first avoiding the commoners, being able to use their own stairway to a lane of priority. Next of course are the business class flyer’s. They are special but not as special as the first class. They have to leave the plane second, it feels special but not as special. They look up to the first class flyer’s with envy, sneaking looks through what feels like the holy area of business class into the holy of holy class, fist class. The next to appear are what the pap’s call the cattle class of humans. These are just regular people doing regular things, holidays, visits, seeing old friends, seeing the sights of Hollywood. They get off last, they get no real special treatment, they get of in huge amounts, line up in huge amounts and get irritated and annoyed at the special people in business class and first class. They pass business class seats and say things like wow, I’d love to sit there we could never do that or look at them, who do they think they are. They usually leave the plane glad they didn’t crash land and moaning about something. But that’s not the last ones to leave, there are just two more people to get off. The flight attendants look out, the crowds have gone, the shiny marble floors are empty but just around the corner on the right are at least 30 paparazzi waiting to get the one unique snap. They wait wait and wait then suddenly they arrive like angels from clouds, like a genie from a lamp, like the invisible becoming visible, tow movie stars walk around the corner wearing dark glasses, hats and long coats. The camera flashes fire away, one after another and another and another, they flash and ignite the faces of the stars for 30 seconds as they desperately try to cover their faces from the free publicity that is about to be splashed around the world at light speed attached to an email. They vanish back into the clouds as fast as they appeared. The paparazzi packed away their cameras or jump on bike chasing the famous couple until the final snap has taken place. What has just happened? The way Zoomanity conditions us is to make us believe we are fixed firmly into a certain level of Zooman. We think we are a level that most of us have to stay at or are never allowed to go above. This is Zoomanic philosophy. If we break out into new levels such as getting a better car or better home we are to believe that we are a better person than those who have less. We are conditioned to elevate our mindset to rise above our neighbor’s and actually believe we are better people because of our cars or homes. When we fly business class or first class this takes us to a place mentally where we can barely speak to those in ‘cattle’. Zoomanic conditioning dictates that we now see them as a lower class of zoomanity. Yet if we dare to cross the lines into stardom or living amongst the stars of heaven we are now a new type of human being, no one can touch us, no one can speak to us, no one can photograph us. Despite the fact as the super race of Zoomans in the limelight we crave, fight, desire publicity when offered it for free these ones or so special they have to dress in dark glasses, hats, long coats or their invisibility garments. Mad world don’t you think? New, newer pardigm in thinking is needed. This is the crazy world of zoomanity and its obscene thinking. Take it all away, everything away. Cars, houses, big seats, big labels, big everything or even average everything and the only thing that makes anyone any different is their character, personality or mindset. A human is a human, a person is a person, and when lying on a cold slab looking down at the end flesh of another this is a moment when we become acutely aware of the realization that a human being is just a human being. Zoomanity and it’s guide to life wants you, me, us to think different. It wants us to look, reach, aim for better things. Yet even worse it wants us to believe we are better people because of the things we have when the reality is things are just things. Recently I watched Mikael Gorbachev being interviewed. Here was a man that had everything anyone could ever want. He had even changed the World for the better. It was his 80th birthday and asked if he had one request it was this… he wanted his wife back with him as she had passed away. Is this a time when we look at what and who we believe or have been conditioned to believe we are? Do we believe we are greater than others because of what we have or feel we are better than others because of what we say or think we carry a specialness because of how we are portrayed? The kind of life that Zoomanity gives is built on sand. Lose it you lose your identity. If it’s taken away we are forced to become something, someone else we maybe don’t want to become because of what others will say. This is a fear built into the zooman, a fear placed into us at a very early age. These feelings are restrictions of the human, the caging of the real human, the binding and making of the Zooman. Do you feel them? Do you have them? Do you want to break away from them? You own new pardigms in thinking are breaking through. Of course some actors are just plain wonderful and very human, real artist, real creators that never believe or accept their own elevation so lets not leave this thinking they all are. Yet there is still a bigger picture here based around the controls of Zoomanity, the control of you. Will you, can you, have you, escaped from zoomanity?