Way, way, way back . . .
In a time long past in a bygone world there once was a family of agriculturally minded tribesman that tilled the land as their fathers had taught them over many generations that had come before. There world was simple by comparison to many others in our modern era. They worked hard sometimes helping each other out during rough times occasionally sharing the burdens of their fellows with nothing more in mind than to just be helpful. Life was measured by the change of seasons and the bounty that nature provided them. They moderated what they took from each other to only what they needed and in general got along without strife arising between them.
Things went along as they had until one day a funny looking little man with a sly wizened face pushing a colorfully painted cart arrived. Trailing close behind were his three daughters which he referred to collectively as his three fates. Though it was extraordinary to see such wanderers appearing as if from nowhere that were not part of a nearby community, they were accorded the tribe’s hospitality none the less. These physical features of these travelers could not be considered extraordinary in themselves. The lot of them obviously not up to the daily rigors of a good day’s work. But their dress and the many strange shiny baubles that they were adorned with as well as those seemingly wondrous items loaded high upon their cart caused a great stir of interest in the local men and their women. They approached the leading members of the tribe with some of these items bestowing some with gifts. Then they handed out shiny beads and other small trinkets to the gathering crowd that had come in from their work in the field to marvel at their strangeness.
They called themselves the Abaru’s and the old man Abam and they professed to be the long lost children of a mythical place far away. The stories that they told were of fantastic creatures and magical kingdoms where all sorts of unheard things were possible and all the inhabitants within lived happily never having to work in a life of perpetual ease. They claimed that some of the items that they had brought with them in the cart were from that place and they might be willing to trade them away. The eyes of both men and women were wide at the inventory of implements and extraordinary things that were laid out before them. A feast day was called in honor of these new guests and the Spring wine that was being saved for the maturing in honor of assuring salutatory drink the next season was tapped into.
All through the evening and into the next night the strange wizened man spoke at length to all different heads of each family that expressed interest in his items until nearly everyone had traded some great portion of what they had or might expect to receive from the bounty of nature in the coming months for possessing these astounding implements. Many dealing not because they saw some useful advantage in possessing these things but so that they might not feel left behind by those neighbors that had. Those that were not actively engaged in this frenzy being entranced by this strange man’s maidens. Their sensuous movements and sumptuous dress garnering interest and envy of the women who saw the unaccustomed giddiness of their own mates in the presence of these females. Many demanding that the men trade stores from the family staple in return for the vestments that they had seen. By the end of the week these strangers were installed in the best domicile as guests while they waited for the settling of payment owed at the end of the next harvest.
The members of the village now in possession of the recent spoils that they had traded much for now distracted from the usual rhythms of their daily tasks. Taken up instead by displaying the finery that they had expecting to draw the awe and admiration of their fellows in a manner that these new visitors had from them these previous weeks. The weeks turned to months and the field now haphazardly attended to yielding only a fraction of what had been enjoyed in past seasons. Those that had been looked to as leading members of the village having become cronies of the strangers increasingly siding forcefully for their interests in demanding that payment or restitution be given them for the items that they had traded. The cohesiveness of the community was shattered int he coming years by hunger, anger and violence while the stranger’s daughters mated with the sons of the leading family producing heirs in a newly formed society where the few now controled the harvest and everyone was now put to work under a system where what they owed from the past that remained unpaid compounded in interest that soon became beyond the resources of the debtor to settle.
Many years later . . .
Somewhere along the line in subsequent history the many different sub-species of humanity living remotely from each other figured out that they were pretty satisfied generally in living exclusively only with those of their own kind in terms of appearance, habits, treatable disease and personal outlook. But this was not to the liking of the various wandering families of Abaru’s that were by now widely dispersed upon the earth yet still tightly bonded together by the love for commerce. And were content to travel back and forth to the fringes of every societies following in their common trait of always wanting to improve their kind’s ability to amass more and more of whatever these other cultures had to give. Gradually a wandering mass of those that had been forced off their land formed a ready supply of combatants that served in the many internecine conflicts that now regularly sprang up between confederations of once small communities that had been coerced for the sake of safety to surrender their autonomy to a remote ruling hegemony. These hegemon’s building great centers of power called cities where some of the disenfranchised were tasked to produce the needed resources to extend their power. The Abru having full sway to conduct their business and administer these centers that were soon called cities in the name of the most powerful of the ruling monarchs. The conduct of society once known to the older small communities was now beset by harmful elements in the form of every form of decadent and destructive behavior affecting daily life. The conduct of something called industry displacing the connection with nature in importance and what was once considered worth reverence now denigrated as being backward and unproductive. People now looked in terms of what they could gain in material goods from interacting with their fellows and forgot about the old ways of cooperation for the sake of itself alone. The battles turned into massive military engagements and then to wars fought on a world-wide scale. The Abru installing themselves as the main suppliers for all sides in fostering more of the same and gaining incredible amounts of wealth and power.
Many, many years later . . .
Some of the leaders of the Abru’s got this idea in their head of something called ‘Utopia’. Any place where members of all the remaining other societies from all over the planet could be split up and mixed together producing smaller rival splinter groups that would be ever at odds with each other and provide an ideal way of making it easier to manipulate them by means of something arbitrarily called a ‘buck’. Their customers would then be more attuned to a new sales pitch called credit which would eventually put them in exclusive control of all transactions worldwide. Then all complimentary resources needed to keep the lesser portions of the populations of the world would be completely dependent on a larger organization of the various different Abru groups that were in charge all over the planet.
They became good in spreading self-serving little fictions that convinced those that had worked hard for a living to give up their hard wealth to pour into collective funds. Ones that they like the Abru could earn profits at interest or even with some other ones offered a single person might win a significant portion of the total amount. Something that would allow these common folk to afford them with more material goods and help relieve the humdrum toil of a monotonous life. And occasion the privilege of enjoying another type of rousing tale telling before something called a stage
So the idea of theatrical entertainment was born and along with it a chosen race. One where other groups could be efficiently packed in like sardines to view inspiring improbable fantasies distorting their impressions of factual reality and then be easily administered like cattle. The greater the number of intangible services and trivial goods distributed, the more total control of all segments of society the Abru might gain. Each of those different communities transplanted from distant societies that they were responsible for displacing would be too busy competing with each other to catch on the ruse. Too often in time past the intentions of these Shylock’s were discovered and then booted out kit and caboodle. Their small numbers having to journey to another distant rival community that were unfamiliar with their tricks. But since they knew how to stick together and play upon both sympathy and the greed, especially of the leaders, they eventually would bribe their way out of extinction and back into control of yet another gullible society.
The Abru found that another way to get control of things was to become the exclusive conduit of privileged communications between all those of influence those that ruled. They could secretly read the covert thoughts of the higher ups and then plot how to affect them. They were able then to snitch or withold information from different rivals and a new business called spying was born. This helped to foster more war business by causing mischief in getting one group to attack another otherwise peaceful group. And the Abru could finance both sides and make a big profit from having the winner committed to paying for both. All parties addicted to the Abru’s system of wealth creation where wealth was based out of thin air to produce everything necessary for each of the two warring cultures to kill and cripple each other. This strategy eventually bringing all combatants under the same control of their financiers.
Then a supreme invention was finally devised! A method of nearly instantaneously the the human voice and eventually a visual facsimile of the same universally over the entire planet. This led to things called radio, television and the Internet where people could transfer their need for the fulfillment of companionship to an addiction of faux fictitious simulations of the same using personalities that didn’t exist. Their stories having been created and perfected over many generations appealing to the weakest most self-destructive traits to subvert any given culture and affect everyone in it. Hypnotizing all into willingly complacent empty headed slaves while the Abru could rob them blind.
And then securing their grip upon all these things exclusively, they could mix everything up to serve to implement their master plan. One which had been test upon a smaller land of hostile rivals that they had made into an open air prison interning them upon a fraction of their own land. Soon the entire planet was becoming exhausted by this small cult whose strategy of control had caused all the natural resources on the planet to be turned meaningless junk. Unimaginable numbers of things that either just took up space only to be quickly cast away or alternately had served their purpose to destroy something else of usefulness of a potential rival. Now the Abru wanted to find some other place to move on to before they would die along with all the fragmented tribes of people that they had helped to create. So they tried to convince the few remaining survivors pf the other cultures that they had destroyed to use the last of their remaining resources to help the Abru escape somewhere else in the universe. Another habitable planet where they could restart their old business afresh with some other extraterrestrial humanoid race.
The leaders that the Abru had catapulted into high positions of seeming control helped them build unimaginably gigantic and powerful devices that radically upset the balance of nature in order to attempt to contact other’s existing in distant alternate dimensions that might help them with new technologies that would allow them to effect a transfer to a revived existence. But his folly soon led to an Armageddon that ensured and most everyone upon the planet were killed and everything left of any value was destroyed. And another great cycle of creation and destruction was then complete with only those that had somehow resisted being assimilated by the Abru allowed by fate to continue to exist. Yet in the sense of a great enigma of life and the necessity of opposites in nature a few of the Abru also managed too survive. And in time the whole cycle was started again by another wizened bent over old man that had three daughters and roamed the planet with a cart of full of things purloined from another dead civilization lost in a long forgotten past.