The Psychology of Self-Enslavement

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Democracy – The Brilliant Trap

Slowly the slaves walked one behind the other; each of them carried a polished stone. Four such rows, each one and a half kilometers long—from the stone polishers to the place where the fortress city was being built—were strictly guarded by watchmen. For every ten slaves, there was one guard. On the slaves’ side, atop a thirty-meter-high hill constructed of polished stones, sat the High Priest Kratie. For four months he had silently observed the proceedings. No one disturbed him; no one even dared to interrupt his thoughts with a glance. For the slaves and the guards, the artificial hill was an indispensable part of the landscape. And the man who sometimes sat motionless on his throne up there and sometimes walked around the hill’s summit platform—no one paid him any attention anymore. Kratie had taken on the task of reshaping the state, to consolidate the priests’ power over the people of this earth for millennia to come, and to make them all, including the so-called rulers, slaves of the priests.

Once Kratie descended and had his double take his place on the throne. The High Priest himself changed his clothes and removed his wig. He ordered the chief guard to have him chained like an ordinary slave and inserted into the line of slaves, behind a young, sturdy lad named Nard. Kratie had looked the slave in the face and noticed that Nard had an inquisitive, evaluating gaze, not a restless or dulled look like most of the others. Nard’s face sometimes appeared thoughtful and concentrated, then again he looked agitated. ‘That means he is pondering a plan,’ the High Priest had reasoned, and now he wanted to verify to what extent his observation was correct. For two days Kratie walked behind Nard, dragging stones, sat beside him during meals, and slept next to him on the cot. On the third night, just after the command to sleep had been given, he turned to the young slave and whispered bitterly to himself: ‘Is it to go on like this for our entire lives?’ The priest saw the young slave start and immediately turn his face toward him. The slave’s eyes gleamed, yes, sparkled in the dim torchlight of the large barracks. ‘It won’t last much longer. I have a plan. And you, old man, can join in if you like,’ the young slave whispered to him. ‘What kind of plan?’ asked the priest, seemingly indifferent and with a sigh. ‘You and I, we will both be free soon. Just think: for every ten slaves there is one guard. Likewise, there is one guard for every fifteen female slaves who cook and sew. If we all attack the guards together at an agreed time, we can overpower them. They are armed, but we have our iron chains. We can use them as weapons to defend ourselves against their sword strikes. We will disarm all the guards, bind them, and take their weapons.’ ‘Ah,’ sighed Kratie indifferently, ‘I believe your plan is not very well thought out. It may be that we can overpower the guards, but the ruler will soon send new guards, perhaps even an entire army, and they will bloodily suppress the slave uprising.’ ‘I thought of that too, old man. We must choose a time when the army is not here. And it won’t be long until then. As we can see, the army is preparing for a long march. They have brought provisions for three months of marching. In about three months they will reach the planned location and fight a battle. In the battle they will lose many men, but they will be victorious and bring back many new slaves. Barracks for their accommodation are already being built. We should disarm the guards as soon as our ruler’s army is engaged in battle with the other army. The messengers will need one month to bring news of the uprising and the order for immediate return. The weakened army will take at least another three months to get back here. So we will have four months to prepare for the encounter with them. In numbers we will not be inferior to the soldiers, for the new slaves will join our side when they see what has happened. No, no, old man, I have thought everything through well.’ ‘All right, young man, suppose your plan works and you succeed in disarming the guards and defeating the army,’ said the old man, now somewhat more cheerful, ‘but what will the slaves do then, and what is to become of the ruler’s house, the guards, and the soldiers?’ ‘I haven’t concerned myself much with that question yet, but so far I have the following idea: Whoever is a slave today shall no longer be a slave then—and vice versa,’ Nard pondered aloud, though he did not seem entirely convinced of it himself. ‘And what is to become of the priests? Tell me, according to your plan, should they be slaves or not?’ ‘The priests? I hadn’t even thought of them! But I assume they should remain as they are. Both the rulers and the slaves obey them. It is not always easy to understand them, but I consider them harmless. Let them continue to speak of the gods! As for our lives, however, we do not need their counsel.’ ‘Do we not need their counsel… hmm, well then,’ replied the High Priest, yawned loudly, and turned on his side.

That night, however, Kratie could not sleep. He thought. ‘The simplest thing would of course be,’ he reasoned, ‘to inform the ruler about the conversation and have the young slave arrested. But that will not solve the problem. The slaves will always desire freedom. There will be new leaders who will develop new plans, and thus the main danger for the state will always reside within the state itself.’ Kratie had been entrusted with the task of devising a plan to enslave the entire world. And he realized: Physical violence alone could not achieve this goal. Every person and every nation had to be psychologically influenced. Man had to have his consciousness rewired so that he thought: Slavery is the highest blessing. A program was needed to thoroughly confuse the knowledge of all peoples and their orientation in space and time—but above all their perception of reality. Kratie’s mind worked faster and faster. Gradually, his awareness of his body faded, and with it the chains on his hands and feet. And suddenly he had a flash of insight. The program he was seeking manifested before his eyes—still somewhat blurred, yet clearly perceptible in its breathtaking magnitude. Kratie saw himself as the sole ruler of the entire world.

The priest lay on his cot, bound by iron chains, yet in thought he was elsewhere: ‘Tomorrow morning, when everyone is led to work, I will give the agreed signal to the leader of the guard detail, and he will remove me from the slave line and have my chains taken off. Then I will develop my program, speak a few words… and the transformation of the world will begin. Incredible! Just a few words, and the entire world will submit to my plan. Indeed, God gave man the power of the mind, and in the entire universe there is no force comparable to it. Through this power, words are created that can, in turn, change the wheel of history. A very favorable opportunity presents itself to me: The slaves are planning an uprising—a perfectly realistic plan. I would even say this plan could bring them quite good interim results. But with just a few words from me, I will force not only the slaves themselves, but also their descendants and even the rulers of the slaves to their knees for millennia to come.’ The next morning, at Kratie’s signal, the guard leader removed his chains. And already the following day, the other five High Priests and the Pharaoh were invited to Kratie’s observation platform. Before this assembly, Kratie began his speech: ‘What you are about to hear from me must not be recorded or retold by anyone. There are no walls around us, and no one except you will overhear our conversation. I have devised a plan to make all people on earth slaves of the Pharaoh. This goal cannot be achieved even with very large armies and extensive wars. I, however, will achieve this with only a few words. Let just two days pass, and you will see with your own eyes how the world begins to change. Look down there at the slaves: In long rows they drag stones. They are guarded by many soldiers. We have always thought: the more slaves, the better for the state. But the more slaves there are, the more one must fear an uprising. What do we do? We strengthen the guard. We are forced to feed them well, otherwise they cannot perform the heavy physical labor. Nevertheless, they are lazy and prone to rebellion. See how slowly they move, yet these incompetent guards do not even whip the healthy, strong slaves.—But they will move much faster. And we will not need guards anymore. We will make them slaves as well. Believe me, this can be done. Still today before sunset, the heralds shall read out a decree of the Pharaoh, which states: “With the break of tomorrow’s day, full freedom shall be granted to all slaves. For every stone that a free citizen delivers to the city, he shall receive a coin. The coins can be exchanged for food, clothing, a dwelling, a palace in the city, or even his own city. From now on, you are all free citizens!“’ After the High Priests had let Kratie’s words sink in, the eldest of them remarked: ‘You are a demon, Kratie. The demonism you intend will rule many peoples.’ ‘If I am a demon, then in the future let people call my idea democracy.’

The decree was read to the slaves at sunset. They were so astonished that, out of sheer anticipation of their new, happy life, they could not fall asleep. On the morning of the next day, the High Priests and the Pharaoh ascended the platform of the artificially created hill once again. The sight that met their eyes completely astounded them. Thousands of people, the former slaves, dragged the same stones as before tirelessly and full of initiative. They sweated, and some even carried two stones. Others, carrying only one stone, ran so fast that they kicked up dust. Even some guard soldiers were now dragging stones. The people, who now considered themselves free since their chains had been removed, were eager to earn as many of the coveted coins as possible to build a happy future for themselves. Kratie spent several more months on his throne, watching with satisfaction the bustling activity at the foot of his hill. The changes were astounding. A part of the slaves had formed into small groups. They had built carts onto which they loaded the stones and pushed them forward with great effort. ‘Look how inventive they are!’ Kratie thought contentedly. ’Now there are already the first services: water carriers and food vendors. Some slaves do not want to waste time walking to the barracks to eat there, so they pay others to bring them refreshments and food. And behold, there are doctors too! They treat stone carriers who need assistance during work and are paid with coins for it. They have also appointed someone to regulate traffic. Soon they will surely also elect supervisors and a judge. Let them! They consider themselves free, but fundamentally nothing has changed. They continue to drag stones… just as before.

From the book: “Anastasia: NEW Civilization” by Vladimir Megre (free translation from German to English)