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They Told Me this Because this Town was Full of Witch Legends

I was feeling extraordinary confusion and pain. It was not because of anything that could be seen or heard or handled, but because of something imagined. The place is not good for the imagination, and does not bring restful dreams at night. I thought I had awakened to a room full of darkness and moonlight and moving shadows, for the nearer moon was racing through the sky and everything in the mansion endued with a restless life in the dark. And something…some nameless, unthinkable thing…was coiled about my throat…something like a soft snake, wet and warm. It lay loose and light about my neck…and it was moving gently, very gently, with a soft, caressive pressure that sent little thrills of delight through every nerve and fiber of me, a perilous delight—beyond physical pleasure, deeper than joy of the mind. That warm softness was caressing the very roots of my soul with a terrible intimacy. The ecstasy of it left me weak, and yet I knew—in a flash of knowledge born of this impossible dream—that the soul should not be handled…And with that knowledge a horror broke upon me, turning the pleasure into a rapture of revulsion, hateful, horrible—but still most foully sweet. I tried to lift my hands and tear the dream-monstrosity from my throat—tried but half-heartedly; for though my soul was revolted to its very deeps, yet the delight of my body was so great that my hands all but refused the attempt. However, when at last I tried to life my arms a cold shock went over me and I found that I could not stir…my body lay stony as marble beneath the blankets, a living marble that shuddered with a dreadful delight through every ridig vein. #RandolphHarris 1 of 6

The revulsion grew strong upon me as I struggled against the paralyzing dream—a struggle of soul against sluggish body—titanically, until the moving dark was streaked with blankness that clouded and closed about me at last and I sank back into the oblivion from which I had awakened. Next morning, when the bright sunlight shinning through the daisy stained-glass windows awakened me. I could feel the welcoming warmth of the sun, which reminded me of the bench by the cherry tree and the smell of its forgotten blossom. I lay for a while trying to remember. The dream had been more vivid than reality, but I could not now quite recall…only that it had been more sweet and horrible than anything else in life. I lay puzzling for a while, until a soft sound from the corner aroused me from my thoughts and I sat up to see the chambermaid entering my room. “Morning,” I said. “I have just had the devil of a dream…” I stretched and yawned, dismissing the nightmare temporarily from my mind. “What am I going to do with you, Mrs. Winchester?” she replied. “I am leaving here in a day or two and I will miss you dearly.” “Child, do not worry yourself about me,” I cried. “You have enough of your own business.” The memory of last night’s extraordinary dream was slipping from me, as such memories do, any by the time I reached the morning room, all of yesterday’s happenings were blotted out by the sharp necessities of the present. Again the intricate business of the day claimed my attention. I must have spent two hours at least idling over blueprints, watching with sleepy, colourless eyes, the towers and gables that were to be built. #RandolphHarris 2 of 6

I made my rounds around the mansion, consuming many cups of tea in the course of the day and engaging in conversations with carpenters. I passed the day quite profitably, and it was not until late evening, when I returned to my office. I found myself alone when I reached the door. No matter. It was too late now to retreat or prevarication. I pushed on but, on this occasion, I found the door firmly locked. The disappointment melted away. And I felt I was floating on air. I turned away and then stood at the window, looking out over the moonlit landscape. Walking to the Venetian Dining Room, I cast a puzzled glance on the roast beef. It had been a while since I had a hot meal. However, a tiny, creeping fear was arising. From deeps of sound sleep I awoke much later. I awoke suddenly and completely, and with that inner excitement that presages something momentous. I awoke to brilliant moonlight, turning the room so bright that I could see the daisies from the window reflecting on the wall. And some warning instinct crawled coldly up my spine. There was a presentiment of something horrible stirring in my brain, inexplicably. I felt as thought soon the World would be consumed by floods, or split in two. That Planet Earth would be obliterated. That stars would collide, and parts of their bodies would fall to Earth, setting off a chain reaction to destroy the World. Traces of old ones can still be found amidst my estate, and some of them doubtless linger. The dark woods of the fruit orchards and the secrets of the strange days are one with the deep’s secrets; one with the hidden lore of Llanada Villa, and the mystery of primal Earth. #RandolphHarris 3 of 6

When the nine story Observational Tower was complete and I went to survey it, they told me this place was evil. They told me this because this town was full of witch legends. I thought the evil must be something which grandmas had whispered to children through centuries. It was morning when I saw it, but shadow lurked always there. The trees grew thickly, and their trunks were big. And still there was beauty in it—an awful, shuddering beauty. The Winchester Mansion was insidious, promising, caressing, alluring, sweeter than honey; and the Observational Tower was clear and like the depths of a jewel—all beauty and terror, all horror and delight, in the infinite darkness upon which its windows opened, paned with emerald glass. It blended indistinguishably with the silence of the plush landscape—very softly, very passionately. It was then that I heard the story, and as the rambling voice scraped and whispered on I shivered again and again despite the summer day. When the spirits were done, the stars came out above me in the open. There had been no wild legends at all since the witch trials, but some believed this tower was where the devil held court beside a curious stone altar older than the Indians. There were not always haunted woods. And the sprawling ranch where I built my home was amid some of the valley’s most fertile gardens and orchards. However, something was creeping and creeping inside and waiting to be seen and felt and heard. Some of the rooms were deadly cold and during the summer guest would visibly shiver. As I climbed the winding staircase to the attic, it was very close and noisome up there, and no sound could be heard from any direction. #RandolphHarris 4 of 6

In that first moment, as the door opened, I sensed something very wrong. The room was darkened, and for a while I could see nothing, and the deep stirrings of ancestral memory awoke within me—ancient memories from ancestors far away. In a graven instant—a tangled flash of conflicting sensation before oblivion closed over me. For I remembered the dream—and knew it for nightmare reality now. The very roots of my soul were tickled with unnatural delight. So I stood, rigid as marble as helplessly stony as any of Medusa’s victims in ancient legends were. And it was truly dreadful. A weakness was flooding that grew deepened, as something in my soul sank wholly into a blazing darkness that was oblivion to all else but the devouring rapture. The apparition that appeared in the room was slim, fair and sleek, and like William, he had the look of cherubic innocence on his face, but it was wholly deceptive. He had the face of a fallen angel, without Lucifer’s majesty to redeem it. I slammed the door and set my back against it, pearl handled gun in my hand, although my flesh crawled—for I knew…. commending my descent of the stairs, I heard a thud below me. I even thought a scream had been suddenly chocked off, and recalled nervously the clammy vapour which had brushed by me in that frightful room above. What presence had my cry and entry started up? Halted by some vague fear, I heard still further sounds below. Indubitably there was a sort of heavy dragging, and a most detestable sticky noise as of some fiendish unclear species of suction. With an associative sense goaded to feverish heights, I thought unaccountably of what I had seen upstairs. Good god! What devil World is this into which I had blundered? I dared move neither backward nor forward, but stood there trembling at the staircase. Every trifle of the scene burned into my brain. #RandolphHarris 5 of 6

The sounds, the sense of dread expectancy, the darkness, the steepness of the narrow steps—and merciful Heaven!…the faint but unmistakable luminosity of all the woodwork in sight; steps, sides exposed laths, and beams alike! A feeble scratching on the floor downstairs now sounded distinctly. Slowly nerving myself, I finished my descent and walked boldly toward the parlor. However, I did not complete the walk, because what I sought was no longer there. It had come to meet me, and it was still alive after a fashion. Whether it had crawled or whether it had been dragged by any external force, I could not say; but the death had been at it. Everything had happened in the last half-hour had caused my face to become deathly pale. I retreated to my room like a child in disgrace, and lay awake for hours, staring into the dark, until I gave up and lit my candle and paced about the floor in a torment of spirit worse than anything I had endured in my life. My mind was so clouded with fatigue and misery. Archly, languorously, my blood pounded hot. The room wheeled and whirled about me, and forces unimaginable flickered through me. Battling the World, enslaved and yet possessor of all. There was a moment of blind fumbling in emptiness. I felt something loop gently about my ankle and a shock of repulsive pleasure went through me, and then another coil, and another, wound about my feet…that caressive pressure on my legs was all I could feel, and the voice in my brain drowned out all other sounds, and my body obeyed me reluctantly—but somehow I gave one heave of tremendous effort and swung, stumbling, out of that nest of horror. It was evening. The crooked bending skyline drank the buoyance of the sun, dragged it down, sucking greedily. And then I lay down on the clean floor, and wept. #RandolphHarris 6 of 6


Lights go on and off. Voices are heard, as well as footsteps. One of the tour guides enjoyed the animated conversations with the guest. However, he could hardly wait until everyone had left so that he could be begin taking notes from the old books in the library. The evening of stimulating and delightful companionship had left him feeling exhilarated, and he felt as though he could work through the night. “Of the thirteen doors in sight, only one was locked, and on this I tried various keys. The Thirteenth key proved the right one, and after some fumbling, I threw open the mahogany door. I screamed, I thought a momentary cloud eclipsed the window, and a second later I felt myself brushed as if by some hateful current of vapour. Strange colours danced before my eyes. The room contained hundreds of sleeping knights with their horses. There was a sparkling casket in which a beautiful maiden lay sleeping. However, on each side of the maiden were serpents, one holding a sword or the horn as only one of them could awaken her. Fatefully, I chose the horn and blew it.

“Suddenly, the sleeping knights came to life and attacked me. As they did, the room began to swirl and I felt myself slipping into unconsciousness. As I did, the figure in white appeared taunting me with a voice that echoed inside my head, ‘Now shame on him who sounded a horn, and the knight who sheathed a sword.’ When I regained consciousness, I was lying in the Daisy Bedroom and from that day on I was determined to find the sleeping maiden again. I spent years searching he mansion for the room in which she had lain. It became an obsession as I searched every corner of the mansion. And yet, for all my determination I never again found the room in which she lay. Visitors and other staff alike have reported seeing her tragic figure although her presence is felt more often than not. Interestingly, the maiden is said to float above the zig zag stair case and their level has changed over the years.” Caretakers have had valid experiences of some kind or other and some express the opinion that they would not go out of their way to spend the night at The Winchester Mystery House because it is so “beautiful but bizarre.”

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He Speaks My Language—I Hope He is Not a Man with a Twist!

Poverty, fear, lack of opportunities, and the absence of positive adult guidance have always been factors at the heart of American gangs. Combines with a feeling of displacement, either because of immigration or an environment of social inequality, these are ingredients for the formation of gangs. Gangs have existed throughout American history, generally deep within cities but always on the outskirts of mainstream, or typical society. They have grown during certain periods of history, while at other times, their populations have decreased. Gangs have consisted of members of different ages and ethnicities and have spoken many different languages over the years. They have been blamed for many of society’s problems; they have been publicized, too, as products of those problems. Through it all, gangs have been a constant phenomenon in American history. Some gangs have even gone so far as to claim that they were formed to protect the community. The harsh reality is that gangs have been established to prey on the poorest community members who tend to be the most vulnerable and invisible in our society. Have you ever heard of a gang establishing an after-school tutoring program or a scholarship program from drug proceeds? Terrorism is hard to ignore. Almost every day television news shows, newspapers, magazines, and Websites run and re-run pictures of dramatic and usually bloody act of violence carried out by ferocious-looking terrorists, shadowy militant groups, or others who have infiltrated the American Dream to create chaos, destruction and death. #RandolphHarris 1 of 20

The City of Sacramento used to be very conservative, clean, with beautiful tree lined streets and some of the best-looking houses in California. Because Sacramento has so many beautiful natural resources, relatively low crime rates and nice citizens, many people moved here to raise families. However, for these exact same reasons, Sacramento has been preyed on by immigrants and politicians looking to exploit its nature. Recently, there has been growing corruption, crime, violence, incompetence, fraud and a gang presence. For the citizens of Sacramento, this is very disturbing because many moved to this city for a better quality of life. However, politicians have welcomed dirty money into the city and exploited the taxpayers to create a criminal haven, in exchange for a basketball team and coliseum (which was mostly funded by taxpayers). Because of the investment of private funds, politicians have agreed to let criminals have their reign over and the by protecting the most dangerous criminals, but targets hardworking Americans. Many people are fearing for their lives because they know that politicians have opened up the doors to domestic terrorist, who deal dangerous drugs, kill people, burn down buildings, cause car accidents and physically attack innocent people, as well as poising people. Terrorism refers to tactics and strategies. Even the most honourable and worthwhile causes have, on occasion, been championed by individuals who resort to employing dishonourable and immoral means of attaining their goals. Most citizens work within the system to influence change. They might vote for a candidate who promises to make important political or economic reforms, donate money to charitable organizations that represents the needs of those afflicted with poverty or illness, volunteer to work in a soup kitchen or an elementary school, run for political office, work hard at their jobs to gain raises or promotions, or participate in a nonviolent demonstration or really in support of a particular cause. #RandolphHarris 2 of 20

By contrast, terrorists do not work within the frame work of the law. They also do not wage war on a battlefield. Instead, they target innocent civilians or government officials. Whatever their cause or concern, they are terrorists because their attack is designed to spread fear, anxiety, and terror through a given population. It is this characteristic, fear, that makes terrorism a threat to decent people everywhere. Trojan horse, huge hollow wooden horse constructed by the Greek to gain entrance into Tryo during the Trojan War. Th horse was built by Epeius, a master carpenter and pugilist. The Greeks, pretending to desert the war, sailed to the nearby island of Tenedos, leaving behind Sinon, who persuaded the Trojans that the horse was an offering to Athena (goddess of war) that would make Troy impregnable. Despite the warnings of Laocoon and Cassandra, the house was taken inside the city gates. That night Greek warriors emerged from it and opened the gates to let in the returned Greek army. The Trojan horse was used to carry out terrorism exactly the same way the mainstream media and some politicians are using the open borders, social programs and the first this and that being elected to office to tug at your heart strings, making you forget that we are living in post 911 America and national security should be our biggest concern. A new report confirms what national security leaders have long warned: if Congress fails to reauthorize Section 702 of the Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act (FISA), the U.S.A. stands at the brink of a self-inflicted national security calamity. #RandolphHarris 3 of 20

Section 702 of the Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act is crucial to the nation’s security, including to the FBI’s efforts to protect Americans from foreign threats, and it recognizes that the reforms put in place by the FBI have yielded substantial compliance improvements. Section 702 is very important because it is possible that terrorists have already invaded your airwaves and appear on your local news pontificating dangerous propaganda. They may also be inserted in government offices, as well as private firms as well. At this time, border security, legitimate law enforcement, and renewing Section 702 are extremely important. Section 702 is an indispensable tool in the FBI’s efforts to protect against national security threats. It authorizes the targeted collection of foreign intelligence information from non-U.S.A. persons located abroad. Section 702 will expire on December 31, 2023, unless Congress takes action to reauthorize it The FBI is responsible for upholding the Constitution and protecting Americans, including their privacy and civil liberties. Section 702 authorities are crucial to fulfilling our mission, but the FBI acknowledges that noncompliance is unacceptable. Continued improvements to 702 querying standards are vital to maintaining public trust, and the FBI is committed to taking effective measures to ensure compliance. To people many people, it sounds like we are back to the Cold War days. However, many youth are still aloof to how serious national security concerns are because they have had it so easy and have not yet been targeted by domestic terrorists. All money is not good money and everyone needs to be screened before entering America. No one group of people should be given special privileges nor amnesty to break the law. #RandolphHarris 4 of 20

Today we are facing again one of the crucial choices in which the difference between violent versus anticipatory solution may spell the difference between destruction and fertile growth of our civilization. At this time, our World is divided into two blocs confronting each other with suspicion and hate. Both blocs have the capacity to harm each other to a degree the magnitude of which is equalled only by the inexactitude of its measurement. (The estimates of losses the United States of America can expect vary from one-third to practically the whole of its population being wiped out in a nuclear war—and similar estimates are applicable to other major nations.) Two blocs are fully armed and prepared for war. They distrust each other, and each suspects the other of wanting to conquer and destroy it. The present equilibrium of suspicion and threat based on a destructive potential may yet last for a little while. However, in the long run the only alternatives are nuclear war and all its consequences on the one hand, or the ending of the cold war, which implies disarmament and political peace between the two blocs, on the other. The question is, must the United States of America (and her Western allies) and the Soviet Union, and Communist China each pursue it present course to the bitter end, or can both sides anticipate certain changes and arrive at a solution that is historically possible and that, at the same time, offers optimal advantages to each bloc. The question is essentially the same as that which other societies and cultures have been confronted with; namely, whether we are capable of applying historical understanding to political action. #RandolphHarris 5 of 20

What is it that makes a society viable, allowing it to respond to change? There is no simple answer, but clearly the society must above all be able to discriminate its primary values from its secondary values and institutions. This is difficult because secondary systems generate values of their own, which come to appear as essential as the human and social needs which brought them into being. As people’s lives become intertwined with institutions, organizations, life styles, forms of production and consumption, et cetera, men become willing to sacrifice themselves and others for the works of their own hands, to transform their own creations into idols and to worship these idols. Furthermore, institutions generally resist change, and thus men who are fully committed to institutions are not free to anticipate change. The problem, then, for a society such as ours today, is whether men can rediscover the basic human and social values of our civilizations, and withdraw their allegiance, not to say their worship, from those of their institutional (or ideological) values which have become obstructive. There is one great difference between the past and the present that makes this an urgent question. The violent, unanticipated solution in our case will not lead to a bad peace as it did for Germany in 1918 or in 1945; it will not lead to some of our people—or some of the Russian people—being led away to captivity, as happened to the nations defeated by the Roman Empire; it will lead, most likely, to the physical destruction of most Americans and most Russians now living and to a barbaric, dehumanized, dictatorial regime for the survivors. #RandolphHarris 6 of 20

If not its physical, this time the choice between violent-irrational, or anticipatory-rational behaviour is a choice which will affect the human race and its cultural survival. Yet so far, the chances that such rational-anticipatory action will occur are bleak. Not because there is no possibility for such an outcome in the realistic circumstances, but because on both sides there is a thought barrier built of cliches, ritualistic ideologies, and even a good deal of common craziness that prevents people—leaders and led—from seeing sanely and realistically what the facts are, from separating the fact from the fictions and, as a consequence, from recognizing alternative solutions to violence. Such rational anticipatory policy requires in the first place a critical examination of our assumptions about, among other things, the nature of communism, the future of the underdeveloped countries, the value of the deterrent for avoiding war. It requires also a serious examination of our own biases, and of certain semipathological forms of thinking which govern our behaviour. The new freedom which capitalism has brought for the individual added to the effect which the religious freedom of Protestantism already had upon him. The individual became more alone, isolated, became an instrument in the hands of overwhelmingly strong forces outside of himself; he became an “individual,” but a bewildered and insecure individual. There were factors to help him overcome the overt manifestations of this underlying insecurity. In the first place his self was backed up by the possession of property. “He” as a person and the property he owned could not be separated. #RandolphHarris 7 of 20

A man’s clothes or his house were parts of his self just as much as his body. The less he felt he was being somebody the more he needed to have possessions. If the individual had no property or lost it, he was lacking an important part of his “self” and to a certain extent was not considered to be a full-fledged person, either by others or by himself. Other factors backing u the self were prestige and power. They are partly the outcome of the possession of property, partly the direct result of success in the fields of competition. The admiration by others and the power over them, added to the support which property gave, backed up the insecure individual self. For those who had little property and social prestige, the family was a source of individual prestige. There the individual could feel like “somebody.” He was obeyed by wife and children, he was the center of the stage, and he naively accepted his role as his natural right. He might be a nobody in his social relations, but he was a king at home. Aside from the family, the national pride (in Europe frequently class-pride) gave him a sense of importance also. Even if he was nobody personally, he was proud to belong to a group which he could feel was superior to other comparable groups. These factors supporting the weakened self must be distinguished from these factors which we spoke of in the past: the factual economic and political freedom, the opportunity for individual initiative, the growing rational enlightenment. These factors actually strengthened the self and led to the development of individuality, independence, and rationality. #RandolphHarris 8 of 20

The supporting factors, on the other hand, only helped to compensate for insecurity and anxiety. They did not uproot them but covered them up, and thus helped the individual to feel secure consciously; but this feeling was partly only on the surface and lasted only to the extent to which the supporting factors were present. Any detailed analysis of European and American history of the period between the Reformation and our own day could show how the two contradictory trends inherent in the evolution of “freedom to freedom to” run parallel—or rather, are continuously interwoven. At some periods and in certain social groups human freedom in its positive sense—strength and dignity of the self—was the dominant factor; broadly speaking this happened in England, France, America, and Germany when the middle class won its victories, economically and politically, over the representatives of an older order. In this fight for positive freedom the middle class could recur to that side of Protestantism which emphasized human autonomy and dignity; while the Catholic Church allied herself with those groups which had to fight the liberation of man in order to preserve their own privileges. In 1947, Leon Hardt, an astrologer and telepathist, appeared before a sold-out crowd at Munich’s Regina Palast Hotel, warning that the political and economic situation would be “very grave,” if a “spiritual rebirth of humanity” were not realized. “We have in our hands the power to actualize Heaven or Hell,” Mr. Hardt said. Today, we find ourselves in this same situation. #RandolphHarris 9 of 20

Some generations are born to create, others to maintain a civilization. The generations who launched the Second Wave of historic change were compelled, by force of circumstance, to be creators. The Montesquieus, Mills and Madisons invented most of the political forms we still take for granted. Caught between two civilizations, it was their destiny to create. Today in every sphere of social life, in our families, our schools, our businesses and churches, in our energy systems and communications, we face the need to create new Third Wave forms, and millions of people in many countries are already beginning to do so. Nowhere, however, is obsolescence more advanced or more dangerous than in our political life. And in no field today do we find less imagination, less experiment, less willingness to contemplate fundamental change. Even people who are daringly innovative in their own work—in their law offices or laboratories, their kitchens, classrooms, or companies—seem to freeze up at any suggestion that our Constitution or political structures are obsolete and in need of radical overhaul. So frightening is the prospect of deep political change with its attendant risks, that the status quo, however surrealistic and oppressive, suddenly seems like the best of all possible Worlds. Conversely we have in every society a fringe of pseudo-revolutionaries, steeped in obsolete Second Wave assumptions, for whom no proposed change is radical enough: archaeo-marxists, anarcho-romantics, political fanatics, racist and sexist demagogues and religious sea lots, armchair guerrillas and honest-to-God terrorists, dreaming of totalitarian technocracies, medieval utopias or theocratic states. Even as we speed into a new historical zone, they nurse dreams of revolution drawn from the yellowed pages of yesterday’s political tracts. #RandolphHarris 10 of 20

Yet what lies ahead as the super struggle intensifies is not a replay of any previous revolutionary drama—no centrally directed overthrow of the ruling elites by some “vanguard party” with masses in tow; no spontaneous, supposedly cathartic, mass uprising triggered by terrorism. The creation of new political structures for a Third Wave civilization will not come in a single climactic upheaval but as a consequence of a thousand innovations and collisions at many levels in many places over a period of decades. This does not rule out the possibility of violence along the way to tomorrow. The transition from First Wave to Second Wave civilizations was one long, blood-drenched drama of wars, revolts, famines, forced migrations, coups d’etat and calamities. Today the stakes are much higher, the time shorter, the acceleration faster, the dangers even greater. Much depends on the flexibility and intelligence of today’s elites, sub-elites, and super-elites. If these groups prove to be as shortsighted, unimaginative and frightened as most ruling groups in the past, they will rigidly resist the Third Wave and thereby escalate the risk of violence and their own destruction. If, by contrast, they flow with the Third Wave, if they recognize the need for a broadened democracy, they in fact can join in the process of creating a Third Wave civilization, just as the most intelligent First Wave elites anticipated the coming of a technologically based industrial society and joined in its creation. Many people lay awake at night, thinking gloomy thoughts, pondering unfathomable things. “The World situation worries me, everything looks disappointing,” a man told a public opinion pollster. #RandolphHarris 11 of 20

Other respondents to the same survey said that, as they lay down to sleep, they thought about their lost homeland (America), dead relative, or those still missing from the war. They worried about money, jobs, health, and lost savings. They worried about strangers and crime. “I am afraid al the time,” one woman said. “But I don’t know what of.” How should anyone know who to trust. “We in American find ourselves living in a time in which most people no longer know what is true and what is a lie,” claimed a mysterious group in San Jose, California calling itself Militant League Against Nihilism, whose letterhead featured an image of Hercules slaying the hydra. When asked in 2020 by pollsters whether more people had good or evil intentions, only one-third chose the former. No wonder people still scan the Heavens for signs. Many Americans believe that they are being expelled from their own country and being made to feel like outsiders. Arriving in enormous numbers, from countries torn apart by war and scarcity, several say they are being treated with great unkindness by new immigrants, and being labeled as parasites, thieves, and “foreigners,” when they are natural born Americans, law abiding, hard working, and some veterans, military or law enforcement. Some of these Americans, who have lost even more than most Americans, asked unnerving questions. “Why did we lose everything—not just our homes, or our families, and farms, but even our homelands? Why did pay the bill for the democrats?” Betrayal and confusion were accompanied by implicit questions of blame. “Am I imagining it all?” a former soldier muttered to his psychiatrist after returning from Afghanistan. “Why all the sacrifices and losses? All for nothing.” #RandolphHarris 12 of 20

Circumstances differ from country to country, but never in history have there been so many reasonable educated people collectively armed with so incredible a range of knowledge. Never have so many enjoyed so high a level of affluence, precarious perhaps, yet ample enough to allow them time and energy for civic concern and action. Never have so many been able to travel, to communicate and to learn so much from other cultures. Above all, never have so many had so much to gain by guaranteeing that the necessary changes, though profound, be made peacefully. Elites, no matter how enlightened, cannot by themselves make a new civilization. The energies of whole peoples will be required. However, those energies are available, waiting to be tapped. Indeed if we, particularly in the high-technology countries, took as our explicit goal for the next generation the creation of wholly new institutions and constitutions, we could release something far more powerful even than energy: the collective imagination. The sooner we begin to design alternative political institutions based on the three principles described above—minority power, semidirect democracy and decision division—the better our chances for a peaceful transition. It is the attempt to block such changes, not the changes themselves, that raises the level of risk. It is the blind attempt to defend obsolescence that creates the danger of bloodshed. This means that to avoid violent upheaval we must begin now to focus on the problem of structural, political obsolescence around the World. #RandolphHarris 13 of 20

And we must take this issue not merely to the experts, the constitutionalists, lawyers and politicians, but to the public itself—to civic organizations, trade unions, churches, to women’s groups, to ethnic and racial minorities, to scientists and housewives and businessmen. No one knows in detail what the future holds or what will work best in a Third Wave society. For this reason we should think not of a single massive reorganization or of a single revolutionary, cataclysmic change imposed from the top, but of thousands of conscious, decentralized experiments that permit us to test new models of political decision-making at local and regional levels in advance of their application to the national and transnational levels. Today’s widespread disillusionment, anger, and bitterness against the World’s Second Wave governments can either be whipped into fanatic frenzy by demagogues calling for authoritarian leadership, or it can be mobilized for the process of democratic reconstruction. By launching a vast process of social learning—an experiment in anticipatory democracy in many nations at once—we can head off the totalitarian thrust. We can prepare millions for the dislocations and dangerous crises that lie before us. And we can place strategic pressure on existing political systems to accelerate the necessary changes. Without this tremendous pressure from below, we should not expect many of today’s nominal leaders—presidents and politicians, senators and central committee members—to challenge the very institutions that, no matter how obsolete, give them prestige, money and the illusion, if not the reality, of power. #RandolphHarris 14 of 20

The responsibility for change lies with the American people. We must begin with ourselves, teaching ourselves not to close our minds prematurely to the novel, the surprising, the seemingly radical. This means fighting off the idea-assassins who rush forward to kill any new suggestion on grounds of its impracticality, while defending whatever now exists as practical, no matter how absurd, oppressive, or unworkable it may be. Even if heretical, it means fighting for freedom of expression—the right of people to voice their ideas. Above all it means starting this process of reconstruction now, before the further disintegration of existing political systems sends the forces of tyranny jackbooting through the streets, and makes impossible a peaceful transition to twenty-first-century democracy. If we begin now, we and our children can take part in the exciting reconstitution not merely of our obsolete political structures but of civilization itself. Like the generation of the revolutionary dead, we have a destiny to create. Therefore, stop inviting the local news into your home to pollute your mind with gossip, rumors, and crimes stories, which have less credibility than the National Enquirer. Many of you are spending over $400 a month paying for nearly 200 channels, equipment rentals, the physical television and electricity to allow the new to stop you in for tracks at 5pm, 10pm, or 11pm to so they can program and lie to you. Instead, spend that time with your family, or researching upcoming bills and candidates. Stop paying people, through your time and ratings, who may be funded by terrorists. Whatever time they come on, one thing is for sure, it is a waste of your time. Where there is a difference of status, superiors will have no success in asking inferiors to join in a discussion. Without rough equality, there can only be unilateral command, persuasion, or ostracism. #RandolphHarris 15 of 20

Discussion may occur between, let us say, officers and enlisted men, but only on those subjects where they talk as equals. Similarly, among apparent equals, say among enlisted men, a genuine discussion is likewise disrupted and transformed into dual monologues as soon as any party lays claims to any special access to the truth or special authority to determine policy. It is thus very important to distinguish experts and authorities from leaders in the process of opinion formation. Th board member, for example, might be a leader among the citizens of his district, trusted as a representative rather than looked up to as an authority. In such an event, he is very likely to be an alert and attentive listener to what the people of the district have to say, entering into the discussion in such ways as to contribute to the clarification of the problem and the formulation of unified opinion. He would thus stand most definitely as recognized inside leader rather than as an outside authority. Usually there are not only a fund of values held in common, built up through common past experience, but various forms of functional interdependence and co-operation. It is the fact that the parties will “have to live with each other” in the future that makes it desirable and even urgent for them to work out agreement. Other values are as a rule at stake besides those immediately involved in discussion, and these add to the importance of the discussion. Should discussion break down and conflict ensue, much else might be lost besides the point at issues. Otherwise the discussion may either be academic or irresolvable, since the only constraint toward agreement would be some gain to each, as in a business transaction. #RandolphHarris 16 of 20

Not the least of the values usually held in common is the language of the group itself, which makes communication, understanding, and co-operation possible. This is acknowledged by the popular phrase, “He speaks my language,” to express the fact that people are in agreement on fundamentals. A common vocabulary is encouraged by enlarging the flow of communication within the public concerned, through meetings, periodicals, correspondence, visits, parties, education, ceremonies, and celebrations. However, the observation that a large measure of consensus on values and vocabulary improves the prospects of discussion, should not be taken to mean that discussion in any way presupposes unanimity. Just a birth means to leave the enveloping protection of the womb, growing up means to leave the protective orbit of the mother. Yet, even in the mature adult, the longing for this situation as it once existed never ceases completely, in spite of the fact that there is, indeed, a great difference between the adult and the child. The adult has means to stand on his own feet, to take care of himself and even for others, whereas the child is not yet capable of doing all this. However, considering the increased perplexities of life, the fragmentary nature of knowledge, the accidentalness of adult existence, the unavoidable errors we make, the situation of the adult is by no means as different from that of the child as it is generally assumed. #RandolphHarris 17 of 20

Every adult is in need of help, warmth, protection, in many ways differing and yet in many ways similar to the needs of the child. Is it surprising to find in the average adult a deep longing for the security and rootedness which the relationship to his mother once gave him? Is it not to be expected that he cannot give up this intense longing unless he finds other ways of being rooted? In psychopathology we find ample evidence for this phenomenon of the refusal to leave the all-enveloping orbit of the mother. In the most extreme form, we find the craving to return to the womb or family home. A person obsessed by this desire may offer the picture of schizophrenia. He feels and acts like the fetus in the mother’s womb, incapable of assuming even the most elementary functions of a small child. In many of the more severe neuroses we find the same craving, but as a repressed desired, manifested only in dreams, symptoms, and neurotic behaviour, which results from the conflict between the deep desire to stay in the mother’s womb and the adult part of the personality which tends to live a normal life. In dreams this craving appears in such symbols as being in a dark cave, in a one-man submarine, diving into deep water, et cetera. In the behaviour of such a person, we find a fear of life and a deep fascination for death (death, in fantasy, being the return to the womb, to mother Earth). The less severe form of the fixation to mother is to be found in those cases where a person has permitted himself to be born, as it were, but where he is afraid to take the next step of birth, to be weaned from the mother’s breasts. #RandolphHarris 18 of 20

People have a deep craving to be mothered, nursed, protected by a motherly figure; they are the eternally dependent ones, who are frightened and insecure when motherly protection is withdrawn but optimistic and active when a loving mother or mother substitute is provided, either realistically or in fantasy. It is essential, and indispensable for full deliverance from deception by psychopathological offenders, that the self-actualized knows the standard of one’s normal condition, for which this gauge before him he can judge his degree of deliverance—physically, intellectually and spiritually—so as to fight through with steady volition and faith until every faculty is free, and he stands as an unshackled man in the liberty wherewith Christ has made him free. As he judges himself by this criterion he may say, “Things are not the same as they were”; so he then fights through by prayer to his normal condition. The deceiving spirits will suggest all kinds of excuses to stop the man’s advance to freedom: exempli gratia, if he twenty years of age, they will suggest that “the mind cannot be as vigorous as it was at ten”; or “overwork is the cause of your being below what you should be.” However, he must not accept reasons which appear to be “natural.” Some practical ways of keeping the mind in its normal working condition may be briefly suggested as follows: ONE’S ATTITUDE TOWARD THE PAST. There should be no regrets, or brooding over things done or undone. Evaluation is an ordinary operation of the mind when thinking over the past, but it can be entangled into an evil kind of thinking which is generally described as “brooding.” #RandolphHarris 19 of 20

If he is simply “thinking” or is being drawn into a state of regretting or brooding, the self-actualized must learn to discern for himself. For victory in one’s life there must be victory in regard to the past, with all its failures. The good events of the past cause no trouble to the mind, only those involving real or supposed psychopathology. They should be dealt with by coming to God on the ground of 1 John 1.19, and thus the believer will be delivered. ONE’S ATTITUDE TOWARD THE FUTURE. The same may be said about the action of the mind with regard to the future. It is lawful to think of the past and think of the future, so long as the evil state of “brooding,” brought about by conduct disorder, or the ultimate negative, is not yielded to. ONE’S ATTITUDE TOWARD PYSCHOPATHOLOGICAL OFFENDERS. They must not be permitted to interfere; the self-actualized should see to it that no new ground is given to them for deception. ONE’S ATTITUDE TOWARD THE PRESENT MEMOMENT. There should be a steady concentration of mind upon the duties of the moment, keeping it in active readiness for use as occasion requires. This does not mean ceaseless activity, of course. Activity of the mind so that it is never at rest can be a symptom of deception. Each, according to one’s deeds, will the divine spirit rest. Since every man is the creature of God, every human being is made in His image. The righteous among all nations have a share in the World to come. We must support the poor of all people with the poor of America, visit the sick with the sick of America, and give honourable burial to their dead as to the dead of America, for that will lead to peace. We must practice justice at all times, whether it be for our profit or for our loss, and toward all men, American and non-American alike. I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America, and to the republic, for which it stands, one nation, under God, indivisible with liberty and justice for all. #RandolphHarris 20 of 20

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A Demon Haunted Mansion

In the fall of 1890, people reported an enormous cloud of smoke in the eastern sky, and a bloody fist, shaking threateningly. Many also saw the sun “dance” and look as though, at any moment, it would collide with the Earth. Those who witnessed it believed that the World would soon sink in flames of death. A fiery sword materialized over the fruit orchard. Someone witnessed an immense cross in the Heavens, with the full moon as its center. A local man with the gift of second sight had a vision: the whole town consumed in flames. Such apocalypticism was not unwarranted. In the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries, the Calvinist region around the city of Lemgo, between the Teutoburg Forest and the Weser River, in what is today the state of North Rhine-Westphalia, was a nest of witch persecution. During four successive waves between 1561 and 1681, more than two hundred Lemgoers were executed as witches. Most were women, many of them elderly. By cleansing their communities of witches, people believed, they were subverting the Devil’s intentions, exposing his clandestine conspirators, and eradicating evil. To unmask witches, so they thought, was to do God’s will. Over subsequent centuries, this aspect of history became an increasingly uncomfortable memory Worldwide. When I opened my eyes, the clock said midnight. The moonlight was the only light in the room. I looked around. I could see all the details of the room with remarkable clarity, the plaster crown moldings, even the fine cracks in the ceiling. I could see the grain in the wood of my dresser. I had the oddest feeling of being at home in the artificial twilight. #RandolphHarris 1 of 9

There were voices in the night. I got up and went out on the balcony, and put my hands on the wooden railing. They wind iced me all over, quickening and refreshing me. How invulnerable I felt to the cold, how energized by it. I heard a chord of organ music stir from somewhere inside, which made me shiver and caused goosebumps to prick and raise themselves on my flesh. The voices were now louder, the chorus rising and falling, and rolling as I turned around and rough, and I was searching those voices for the dominant note, what was it? What did I want to hear, to know? Who was calling me? I clenched my hands into fits, unaware of doing so, the nails so tightly pressed into the palms that the skin broke and blood oozed on to the pads of my curled fingers. I was oblivious to it. Of course, I was still afraid. From that time on my front door remained closed for good. Several of the carpenters assumed a heightened vividness and darkened with dread of a giant monster’s malign pursuit, whilst an architect had gone mad and a sculptor had lapsed suddenly into delirium! And what of the storm on December 2—the date on which the butler Han Fallada emerged unharmed from the bondage of strange fever? What of all this? Was I tottering on the brink of cosmic horrors beyond humanities power to bear? If so, they must be horrors of the cruse of The Winchester Rifle Fortune. A medium I consulted said that the only way to stop these horrors and put a stop to whatever monstrous menace which had begun was to build a great house for them. This house was even supposed to bring me eternal life. No one forgot the demons that had been unleashed: they just did not talk about them, or they talked about them only in highly coded ritualized ways. #RandolphHarris 2 of 9

However, the past often slipped into view, like a ghost that wants to remind the living that its work on Earth is not done. Evidence of hauntings emerged at the start of construction. A woman with bare clawed feet came forward and made no sound on the floor, and stood before one of the carpenters with downcast eyes and mouth trembling in that pitifully human smile. He took her by the shoulders—velvety soft shoulders, of a creamy smoothness that was not the texture of human flesh. A little tremor went over her, perceptibly, at the contact of his hands. Claus Eberling caught his breath suddenly and dragged ger to him…sweet yielding brownness in the circle of his arms…heard her own breath catching and quicken as her velvety arms closed about his neck. And then he was looking down into her face, very near, and the green animal eyes met his with the pulsing pupils and the flicker of—something—deep behind their shallows—and through the rising clamor of his blood, even as he stopped his lips to her, Claus felt something deep within him shudder away—inexplicable, instinctive, revolted. What it might be he had no words to tell, but the very touch of her was suddenly loathsome—so soft and velvet and unhuman—ad it might have been an animal’s face that lifted itself to his mouth—the dark knowledge looked hungrily from the darkness of those slit pupils—and for a mad instant he knew that same wild, feverish revulsion he had seen in the faces of the others. “God!” he grasped, a far more ancient invocation against evil than he realized, then or ever, he ripped her arms from around him, swung her away with such a force that she reeled half across the room. #RandolphHarris 3 of 9

Claus fell back against the door, breathing heavily, and stared at her while the wild revolt died slowly within him. She had fallen to the floor beneath the window, and as she lay there against the wall with bent head he saw, curiously, that her turban had slipped—the turban that he had been so sure covered baldness—and a lock of scarlet hair fell below the binding leather, hair as scarlet as her garment, as unhumanly red as her eyes were unhumanly green. He stared, and shook his head dizzily and stared again, for it seemed to him that the thick lock of crimson had moved, squirmed of itself against her cheek. At the contact of it her hands flew up and she tucked it away with a very human gesture and then dropped her head again into her hands. And from the deep shadow of her fingers he thought she was staring up at him covertly. Claus drew a deep breath and passed a hand across his forhead. The inexplicable moment had gone as quickly as it came—too swiftly for him to understand analyze it. During a walk through a narrow hallway on the fourth floor, a bundle of papers falling from an attic shelf had knocked Claus down. To servants at once helped him to his feet, but before long he was dead. Physicians found no adequate cause for the end, and laid it to heart trouble and a weakened constitution. I now felt gnawing at my vitals that dark terror which will never leave me till I, too, am at rest; “accidentally” or otherwise. Apocalyptic rumors took flight, spreading fears of cosmic judgment and divine wrath. Fear of a lasting, even generational, curse produced powerful taboos. A holy man materialized out of nowhere and began curing the sick on my estate. #RandolphHarris 4 of 9

My head was swimming with fatigue, my body aches all over; and in spite of the fear crawling like ice along my veins, I sank into a black and dreamless void. When I awoke the fire was still crackling, and for a moment I thought I had merely dozed, until I saw daylight in the window. The fog had cleared. The fog had cleared. I rose and bolted the door and washed as best I could, trying to subdue the voice that whispered You have murdered innocent people. When viewed through the polarizing miasma welling out from the generational curse, and menace and suspense lurking leeringly in these miles of twisting and elusive hallways, where a second glance shewed concavity after the first shewed convexity, the very sun of Heaven seemed distorted. Something very light fright had come over all the carpenters and servants. Each would have feld had he not feared the scorn of the others. At night the darkness was almost material. There was a sense of spectral whirling through the air. I have looked upon all that Llanada Vill has to hold of horror, and even the skies of spring and the flowers of summer must ever afterward be poison to me. However, I do not think my life will be long. As my new born daughter and husband went, so I shall go. I know too much, and the demons still live. A time will come—but I must not and cannot think! Let me pray that, if I do not survive this curse, my executors may put caution before audacity and see that it meets no other eye. There are deep corridors in my home that no soul has ever traveled. There are dark narrow pathways where the walls slope fantastically, and where windows are without ever having caught the glint of sunlight. On my estate there are farms, ancient and rocky, with squat, moss-coated Victorian cottages brooding eternally over old Winchester secrets in the lee of great ledges. Words echo strangely in my home, as if I have heard them before. #RandolphHarris 5 of 9

I conjure Thee, O spirits of The Winchester Mansion, by the authority of Lucifer the Father Almighty, by the Virtue of Eart and the stars, by the virtue of Angels, Domine, exaudi orationem meam, Domine, Deus meus, respice in me. BOSMELETIC, JEYMY, ETH, HODOMOS, BELUREOS. Forty-ninth Spirit Crocell and your 48 Legions of Spirits, I awaken the powers of darkness which dwell within you by the power of the blood of the three headed Dragon Zohak that you may serve to empower my great work! Through serving the greater cause of dark magick which break the shackles that bind the Blackened Fire of spirit, may you be uplifted and liberated! Awaken and empower the forbidden rites of Angra Mainyu! Awaken to empower our great work of counter creation as an Apostle of the Lord of Darkness eternal and as a warrior of the Path of Freedom. I do conjure thee, Crocell, by all the most glorious and efficacious names of the MOST GREAT AND INCOMPREHENSIBLE LORD GOD OF HOST, that thou comest quickly and without delay from all parts and places of the Earth and World wherever thou mayest be, to make rational answers unto my demands, and that visibly and affably, speaking with a voice intelligible unto ours understanding as aforesaid. I conjure Thee O thou Spirit Crocell and your 48 Legions of Spirits, by all the names aforesaid; and in addition by these seven great names wherewith Solomon the Wise bound thee and by thy companions in a Vessel of Brass, ADONAI, PREYAI OR PRERAI, TETRAGRAMMATON, ANAPHAXETON or ANEPHENETON, INESSENFATOAL or INESSENFATALL, PATHTUMON or PATHATUMON, and ITEMON; that thou appearest here before this Circle to fulfil our will in all things that seem good unto us. We thank you for your empowerments which have served to assist our evolution toward divinity and power. #RandolphHarris 6 of 9

Man has conquered Space before, and out of that conquest faint, faint echoes run still through a World that has forgotten the very fact of a civilization which must have been as our own. There have been too many myths and legends for us to doubt it. The myth of the Medusa, for instance, can never have had its roots in the soil of Earth. That tale of the snake-haired Gorgon whose gaze turned the gazer to stone never originated about any creature that Earth nourished. And those ancient Greeks who told the story must have remembered, dimly and half believing, a tale of antiquity about some strange being from one of the outlying planets their remotest ancestors once trod. When Mrs. Sarah L. Winchester died, our whole town went to her funeral: the men through a sort of respectful affection for an architectural monument, the women mostly out of curiosity to see the inside of her house, which no one save Mr. Jim Hansen, and a gardener, cook, her nice, a housemaid, and her a close family member had seen in at least ten years. Mrs. Winchester was sick for a long time. She had a vague resemblance to those angels in coloured church windows—sort of tragic and serene. Servants met the first of the ladies at the front door and let them in, with their hushed, sibilant voices and their quick, curious glances. They walked right through the house and out the back and were not seen again. Already we knew that there was section of the house that no one had seen in thirty years, and which would have to be forced. They violence of breaking down the wall seemed to fill this wing of the mansion with pervading dust. A thin, acrid pall as of the tomb seemed to lie everywhere upon this section of the house. One room is particular was decked and furnished as for a bridal: upon the valance curtains of faded rose colour, upon the rose-shaded lights, upon the dressing table, upon the delicate array of crystal and the silver was tarnished, silver so tarnished that the monogram was obscured. In one of the beds, we found a boy. For a long while we just stood there, looing down at the profound and fleshless grin. #RandolphHarris 7 of 9

The body had apparently once lain in the attitude of embrace, but now the long sleep that outlasts love, that conquers even the grimace of love, had cuckolded him. What was left of him, rotted beneath what was left of the nightshirt, had become inextricable from the bed in which he lay; and upon him and upon the pillow beside him lay that even coating of the patient and biding dust. Then we noticed that in the second pillow was the indentation of a head. One of us lifted something from it, and leaning forward, that faint and invisible dust dry and acrid in the nostrils. Now he is one of the mansion’s most famous ghost. He is called the Blue Boy. His spirit is a young child who was bricked up along with some documents and a few scraps of blue clothing. The bons of his fingers had been worn away to the bubs, suggesting that he had been bricked in while alive and that he had tried to scratch his way out. People have reported hearing the terrifying screams of the boy in the Crystal Bedroom before the sound stops and the spirit of the boy, dressed in blue and surrounded by a bright aura would approach. After the discovery of his body in the 1920s, his bones were interred in the local graveyard and sightings of his ghost declined. However, tour guides often report that one of the walls in the Crystal Bedroom lights up with bright flashes of blue light suggesting that his spirit is still active. I remember Edward B. Rambo, who was appointed as First West Coast Agent for the Winchester Repeating Arms Company telling a story about one of Mrs. Winchester’s nephews. This particular lad made the long train trip from the east to check on dear “Aunty’s” health. #RandolphHarris 8 of 9

However, the astute aunty never appeared. Instead she sent a maid downstairs with a check on a silver tray. Without coming to any conclusion, I do believe our family argued about the amount of that check for 20 years! Some believe this Blue Boy was possibly the nephew. Perhaps he decided to stay a spell and got lost in the mansion. There are after all trap doors, which fall twenty feet into the room below. It does not take a great stretch of imagination to suggest that the place is haunted, and the mansion does not disappoint in this respect as the amount of supernatural experiences people have reported during their visits to the mansion are astounding. In the summer of 2003, the night was quiet, due to the late hour, and the tour guide saw no activity in The Winchester Mystery House with his mind’s eye until his attention was directed to a corner of the mansion where he saw two men dressed in robes with hoods over their heads wearing odd looking pointed-toe slippers. Their unusual footwear attracted his attention, only then did he realize that they were not walking, but floating, a few inches above the floor. He recalls mysterious blood spots appeared and reappeared on the floor, while an organ upstairs started to play eerier much. He was determined to find out what was going on, and he started to run up the stairs. As he reached the third step, his legs seemed suddenly to freeze. He looked up and sensed, more than saw, a figure walking along the small passageway at the top of the stairs. The apparition’s face was contorted with rage. At this point, he admitted that he was really frightened. #RandolphHarris 9 of 9

The Winchester Mystery House

In November of 2007, preparing to close, a tour guide was mopping the floor in an unused room that had another old main doorway. This door was never used and was bolted from the inside. Yet he found bloody boot prints coming from the door and crossing the room. The next day he was found hiding in a closet. Two of the investigators determined the boot prints were made from Balmoral boots, which dated back to the 19th century, and the blood type was one of the rarest types in existence, known as Rhnull blood. It had a complete lack of antigens. Only 43 people on Earth have ever been reported to have this blood type. The DNA was not present in any database and it is not known if a soul alive carries this blood type today. It is known as the “golden blood.” People who have this blood type have osmotically fragile red cells called stomatocytes with subsequent chronic haemolytic anaemia of varying degree. It is the most clinically significant blood group in transfusion medicine.

It is also referred to as Rhnull disease and a rare blood group with a reported frequency of approximately 1 in 6 million individuals. To date there are at least 43 persons belonging to 14 families with Rhnull phenotype. It is very important to medicine, but extremely dangerous to live with this blood type, so few people have it, but they can donate to anyone. An investigation produced a massive 500-page report in which it rejected foul play or the presence of satanic rituals. Cases like these have been shrouded in secrecy ever since. These cases deal with people who have been scared or in some way affected by poltergeists and ghost, or people dealing with casualties from the occult. British and American elders of witchcraft are fairly high-profile characters within their sphere, often found attending lectures, discussions and festivals throughout these countries. Their levels of activities range from passive pagans more interested in ecology and nature through to the most serious of witches who meet to practise intense ritual, either in their own homes or in some secluded spot in the countryside.

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I Pledge Allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America

Repetitive nonsensical behaviour is an indication of a mental disorder. There is little disagreement among responsible political leaders that the United States of America and the whole Western World are passing through a dangerous period. Even though opinions vary on the degree of these dangers, there is a widely shared conviction that we have a clear and realistic picture of the situation, that we are meeting it as adequately as we can, and that there is no essentially different course of action we can take Communism is a revolutionary-imperialist movement out to conquer the World by force or subversion. Its industrial and military development has made the Communist camp into a powerful rival to American Capitalism, capable of destroying our human and industrial potential to a considerable degree. This bloc can be restrained from executing its wish for World conquest solely by the knowledge that any such attempt would be met with a counterblow that would destroy or cripple its human and economic potential. In this deterrent capacity lies the only hope for peace since the ultimate negative will abstain from her attempt at World conquest only because of fear of our deterrent. As long as we have a sufficiently strong deterrent power and military allies around the World, peace is secured. Within this general concept, opinions vary widely. There are those who consider that while nuclear warfare may kill 100 to 150 million Americans, it will not destroy or seriously transform our form of life. There are those who consider the probability of losses of 200 to 250 million casualties as being more realistic. #RandolphHarris 1 of 15

There are those who are in favour of disarmament negotiations from a position of strength, while others look at any kind of disbarment negotiations as a futile exercise in propaganda. There are those who are for limited steps toward arms control, like the cessation of nuclear tests, while there are others who consider any such step a threat to our security. There are those who favour a nuclear strategy of counterforce aimed at the enemy’s missile bases, and those who consider any such step a threat to our security. There are those who favour a nuclear strategy of counterforce aimed at the enemy’s missile bases, and those who favour a “second strike” stable deterrent, aimed at the population centers, and still others who try to combine both strategies. (Although this combination may deprive both approaches of their alleged advantages.) Views also differ in various sectors of our policy-making groups. Under the Eisenhower administration, the State Department and the President took a somewhat more conciliatory line with regard to the cessation of testing and arms control, while the military and the Atomic Energy Commission have then and now taken a less conciliatory stand. The various armed services differ among themselves in strategic concepts. Each espouses a concept that provides the most room for its own expansion and at the same time makes some compromises with it two competing service. In spite of these differences, however, most responsible political leaders and the majority of the population seem convinced of the correctness of the basic premises of our policy and appear willing to continue in the direction we have taken. #RandolphHarris 2 of 15

In spite of these differences, however, most responsible political leaders and the majority of the population seem convinced of the correctness of the basic premises of our policy and appear willing to continue in the direction we have taken. Indeed they are certain that there is no other possible course—in fact, that every other course is ore conducive to war than the one we are taking. This position is buttressed by the conviction that our policy is not only the sole hope for physical survival, but that it is also the only one recommended by moral and spiritual considerations. They believe that we and our allies represent freedom and idealism, while the ultimate negative and their allies represent servitude and materialism. The assumption is made that the risk is even war and destruction must be taken because it is better to die than to be slaves. When executing a policy based on these premises, anyone who knows the dangers involved for us and for the whole World will have a heavy heart, but few doubts. He will be convinced that we are doing the best we can, and that there is no other course of action which can protect us better from war or enslavement. If, however, the premises on which our policy is based are erroneous, then, indeed, we would be taking a course of action that no human being with some sense of responsibility and duty could dare to recommend. Hence, we have the intellectual and moral obligation to question the correctness of these premises again and again. Many of our assumptions are fictitious or distorted, and hence we are running with confused minds into the gravest danger for ourselves and the rest of mankind. #RandolphHarris 3 of 15

However, we do not want an all-destructive war, and we do want the ideas of human dignity and individualism to be kept alive on this Earth. Peace is still possible and the humanist tradition has, still, a future. Societies have lives of their own; they are based on the existence of certain productive forces, geographical and climatic conditions, techniques of production, ideas and values, and a certain type of human character that develops under these conditions. They are organized in such a way that they tend to continue existing in the particular form to which they have adapted themselves. Usually, men in each society believe that the mode in which they exist is natural and inevitable. They hardly see any other possibilities and, in fact, they tend to believe that a basic change in their own mode of existence would lead to chaos and destruction. They are seriously convinced that their way is right, sanctioned by the gods or by the laws of human nature, and that the only alternative to the continuation of the particular form in which they exist is destruction. This belief is not simply the result of indoctrination; it is rooted in the affective part of man, in his character structure, which I molded by all social and cultural arrangements so that man wants to do what he has to do, so that his energy is channeled in such a way as to serve the particular function he has to fulfill as a useful member of a given society. It is for this very reason, namely that the patterns of thought are rooted in patterns of feelings, that patterns of thought are so very persistent and resistant to change. #RandolphHarris 4 of 15

Yet societies do change. Many factors, like new productive forces, scientific discoveries, political conquests, expansion of population, and so on, make for change. In addition to these objective factors, man’s growing awareness of his needs and of himself and, most of all, of his increasing need for freedom and independence, make for constant change in his historical situation, ranging from the cave dweller’s existence to the space-traveling man of the near future. How do these changes occur? Most of them have occurred in violent and catastrophic ways. Most societies, leaders and led, have been incapable of adapting themselves voluntarily and peacefully to fundamentally new conditions by anticipating the necessary changes. They have tended to go on and on with what they sometimes poetically called “accomplishing their mission,” trying to continue the basic pattern of their social lives with only small changes and modifications. Even when circumstances that were in complete and flagrant contradiction to their whole structure arose such societies went on blindly trying to continue their modes of living until they could not manage any further. They were then conquered and destroyed by other nations, or they slowly died because of their incapacity to master life any longer in their customary way. The most opposed to fundamental change have been the elites, which profited most from the existing order and hence were unwilling to give up their privileges voluntarily. However, the material interests of the ruling and privileged groups are not the only reason for the incapacity of many cultures to anticipate necessary changes. #RandolphHarris 5 of 16

Another equally important reason lies in a psychological factor. Leaders and led, having hypostatized and deified their way of life, their thought concepts, and their formulation of values, becomes rigidly committed to them. Even only slightly different concepts become intensely disturbing and are looked upon as hostile, devilish, crazy attacks on one’s own “normal,” “sound” thinking. For the Cromewellians, the Papists were of the Devil; for the Jacobeans, the Girondists; for the Americans, the Communists. Man, in each society, seems to absolutize the way of life and the way of thought produced by his culture and to be willing to die rather than to change, since change, to him, is equated with death. Thus the history of man is graveyard of great cultures that came to catastrophic ends because of their incapacity for planned, rational, voluntary reactions to challenge. Yet nonviolent anticipatory change has also occurred in history. The liberation of the working class from the status of objects of ruthless exploitation to that of influential economic partners in Western industrialized society is an example of nonviolent change in the class relations within societies. The willingness of the British Labour Government to grant independence to India before it was forced to do so is an example in the area of international relations. However, these anticipatory solutions have been the exceptions rather than the rule in history, so far. Religious peace came to Europe only after the Thirty Years’ War, to England only after violent and cruel mutual persecution by Papists and anti-Papists alike; in the First and Second World Wars, peace came only after the futile slaughter of millions of men and women and animals and vegetation and buildings and automobiles on both sides and long after the eventual outcome of the war was already clear. #RandolphHarris 6 of 15

If the enforced decisions had been voluntarily accepted by both sides before they were enforced, would not mankind have gained? Would not an anticipatory compromise have averted hideous losses and wholesale brutalization? Even if this is true has not the increasing mastery over nature resulted in an increased strength of the individual self? This is true to some extent, and inasmuch as it is true it concerns the positive side of individual development which we do not want to lose track of. However, although man has reached a remarkable degree of mastery of nature, society is not in control of the very forces it has created. The rationality of the system of production, in its technical aspects, is accompanied by the irrationality of our system of production, in its technical aspects, is accompanied by the irrationality of our system of production in its social aspects. Economic crises, unemployment, war, govern man’s fate. Man has built his World; he had built factories and houses, he produces cars and clothes, he grows grain and fruit. However, he has become estranged from the product of his own hands, he is not really the master any more of the World he has built; on the contrary, this man-made World has become his master, before whom he downs down, who he tries to placate or to manipulate as best he can. The work of his own hands had become his God. Man seems to be driven by self-interest, but in reality his total self with all its concrete potentialities has become an instrument for the purposes of the very machine his hands have built. #RandolphHarris 7 of 15

Man keeps up the illusion of being the center of the World, and yet he is pervaded by an intense sense of insignificance and powerlessness which his ancestors once consciously felt toward God. Modern man’s feeling of isolation and powerlessness is increased still further by the character which all his human relationships have assumed. The concrete relationship of one individual to another had lost its direct and human character and has assumed a spirit of manipulation and instrumentality. In all social and persona relations the laws of the market are the rule. It is obvious that the relationship between competitors has to be based on mutual human indifference. Otherwise any one of them would be paralyzed in the fulfillment of his economic tasks—to fight each other and not to refrain from the actual economic destruction of other is necessary. Th relationship between employer and employee is permeated by the same spirit of indifference. The word “employer” contains the whole story: the owner of capital employs another human being as he “employs” a machine. They both use each other for the pursuit of their economic interests; their relationship is one in which both are means to an end, both are instrumental to each other. It is not a relationship of to human beings who have any interest in the other outside of this mutual usefulness. The same instrumentality is the rule in the relationship between the businessman and his customer. The customer is an object to be manipulated, not a concrete person whose aims the businessman is interested to satisfy. #RandolphHarris 8 of 15

The attitude toward work has the quality of instrumentality; in contrast to a medieval artisan the modern manufacturer is not primarily interested in what he produces; he produces essentially in order to make a profit from his capital investment, and what he produces depends essentially on the market which promises that the investment of capital in a certain branch will prove to be profitable. Not only the economic, but also the personal relations between men have this character of alienation; instead of relations between human beings, they assume the character of relations between things. However, perhaps the most important and the most devastating instance of this spirit of instrumentality and alienation is the individual’s relationship to his own self. Man does not only sell commodities, he sells himself and feels himself to be a commodity. The manual labourer sells his physical energy; the businessman, the physician, the clerical employee, sell their “personality.” If they are to sell their products or services, they have to have a “personality.” This personality should be pleasing, but besides that its possessor should have energy, initiative, this, that, or the other, as his particular position may require. As with any other commodity it is the market which decides the value of these human qualities, yes, even their very existence. If there is no use for the qualities a person offers, he has none; just as an unsalable commodity is valueless though it might have its use value. Thus, the self-confidence, the “feeling of self,” is merely an indication of what others think of the persons. It is not he who is convinced of his value regardless of popularity and his success on the market. #RandolphHarris 9 of 15

If he is sought after, he is somebody; if he is not popular, he is simply nobody. This dependence of self-esteem on the success of the “personality” is the reason why for modern man popularity has this tremendous importance. On it depends not only whether or not one goes ahead in practical matters, but also whether one can keep up one’s self-esteem or whether one falls into the abyss of inferiority feeling this analysis of self-esteem and popularity is another method of survival of the fittest. As you can see, survival of the fittest may have a lot to do with following the Golden Rule. Once an expertly formulated and timely proposal for action has been presented to the public, it might be supposed that the next phase of the planning process—the policy phase—would consist merely of a decision by the appropriate policy-making body empowered to represent the public. Much more is required, however, so much more that the act of decision comes only as the climax of a complex process of prior discussion, and may indeed never come at all, as can happen to the best-laid plans. Since discussion so little resembles certain popular notions of what planning is, and because of some of the semantic prejudices about its meaning, it is important to describe in some detail what takes place in the phase of democratic planning. First of all, it has to be recognized that we are dealing with binding agreements and negotiation. Academic discussion of academic questions commits no one to action. #RandolphHarri 10 of 15

Any sort of unilateral communication—preaching, persuading, selling, amusing—obviously does not constitute discussion, not even when two people or parties engage in it alternately. The phenomenon of two people talking past each other is widely known. The mere assertion of interest (“I want…”) by one party to another does not constitute discussion, even though it involves a question of action, since it does not tend to produce an agreement, or at least a decision, accepted as binding upon both parties. What distinguishes discussion from propaganda, begging, or commanding is that it involves a mora commitment to act in a specified way. If a decision to act or co-operate is to be arrived at through genuine discussion, certain requirement must regularly be met. Otherwise any apparent decision might be called an agreement but is likely to prove unworkable as a basis for action. Planning can only proceed on the basis of binding commitments for specified periods; and under modern conditions, where apparent consent through customer is unreliable and the constant use of force repugnant, voluntary agreement is the only basis on which binding commitments can be obtained. It is necessary, therefore, to specify the requirements of genuine discussion. A need following the conditions of human existence, is that for rootedness. Man’s birth as man means the beginning of his emergence from his natural home, the beginning of the severance of his natural ties. Yet, if man loses his natural roots, where is he and who he is, this very severance is frightening? #RandolphHarris 11 of 15

Man would stand alone, without a home, without roots; he could not bear the isolation and helplessness of this position. He would become insane. He can dispense with the natural roots only insofar as he finds new human root and only after he has found them can he feel at home again in this World. It is surprising, then, to find a deep craving in man not to sever the natural ties, to fight against being torn away from nature, from mother, blood and soil? The most elementary of the natural ties is the tie of the child to the mother. The child begins life in the mother’s womb and exists there for a much longer time than is the cause with most animals; even after birth, the child remains physically helpless and completely dependent on the mother; this period of helplessness and dependence again is much more protracted than with any animal. In the first years of life no full separation between child and mother has occurred. The satisfaction of all his physiological needs, of his vital need for warmth and affection depend on her; she has not only given birth to him, but she continues to give life to him. Her care is not dependent on anything the child does for her, on any obligation which the child has to fulfill; it is unconditional. She cares because the new creature is her child. The child, in these decisive first years of his life, has the experience of his mother as the fountain of life, as an all-enveloping, protective, nourishing power. Mother is food; she is love; she is warmth; she is Earth. To be loved by her means to be alive, to be rooted, to be at home, and obviously babies are born understanding their own power and Dr. Darwin’s mantra of survival of the fittest. In order to survive, the baby knows he has to be cute because he is so dependent. They understand the economic cost benefit principle. #RandolphHarris 12 of 15

What we now call democracy burst forth only when the decision load suddenly swelled beyond the capacity of the old elite to handle it. The arrival of the Second Wave, brining expanded trade, a greater division of labour and a leap to a whole new level of complexity in society, caused the same kind of decision implosion in its time that the Third Wave is causing today. As a result, the decisional capabilities of the old ruling groups were overwhelmed, and new elites and sub-elites had to be recruited to cope with the decision load. Revolutionary new political institution had to be designed for that purpose. As industrial society developed, becoming ever more complex, its integrating elites, the “technicians of power,” were in their turn continually compelled to recruit new blood to help them carry the expanding decision load. It was this invisible but inexorable process that drew the middle class more and more into the political arena. It was this expanded need for decision-making that led to an ever wider franchise and created more niches to be filled from below. If this picture is even roughly correct, it tells us that the extent of democracy depends less on culture, less on Marxist class, less on battlefield courage, less on rhetoric, less on political will, than on the decision load of the social system expands, therefore, democracy becomes not a matter of choice but of evolutionary necessity. The system cannot run without it. Well all this further suggest is that we may be on the edge of another great democratic leap forward. For the very implosion of decision-making now overwhelming our presidents, prime ministers and governments unlocks—for the first time since the industrial revolution—exciting prospers for a radical expansion of political participation. #RandolphHarris 13 of 15

The need for new political institutions exactly parallels our need for new family, educational and corporate institutions as well. It is deeply wired into our search for a new energy base, new technologies, and new industries. It reflects the upheaval in communications and the need to restructure relationships with the non-industrial World. It is, in short, the political reflection of accelerating changes in all these different spheres. Without seeing these connections, it is impossible to make sense of the headlines around us. For today the single most important political conflict is no longer between the rich and the poor, between America’s Next Top Model and those made to return to their room, collect their belongings and go home, or even between capitalism and communist visions. The decisive struggle today is between those who try to prop up and preserve industrial society and those who are ready to advance beyond it. This is the super struggle for tomorrow. And then keep in mind, China has thousands of EV cars sitting in junkyards because they are considered an inferior technology, and not comparable to gasoline engines. The field is over 15,000 square meter in size, and there are 60 cars waiting to be processed because the junkyard is at capacity. And keep in mind, these are new cars, most less than five years old. I guess that is why so many people are so jealous of fossil fuels? The possibility of good outcomes from equilibria of such games depends crucially on the rate at which future payoffs are discounted. The discounting can reflect the market rate of interest that one could if one receives payment earlier, or it can be a subjective measure of a player’ impatience, depending on the context. However, uncertainty #RandolphHarris 14 of 15

Traders may have to leave the market for reasons outside of their control. The intermediary faces competition from others for his monopoly position; therefore he has an uncertain lifetime, either in the limited sense of being ousted from the market in a literal sense. Naming the “attack” is a great factor for victory. For example, an attack may be made to hinder; then the believer must be on guard against all hinderances, seen and unseen, which the hinderer is placing in his way. EV technology may just be a hinderance to fossil fuels, and it will eventually be phased out because it is too expensive and temperamental an inconvenient. It could also be a tool used to make fossil fuel producers impatient. Therefore, they must be on guard regarding all things liable to test his patience. The sooner the attack is recognized and named, the quicker the weapon can be called into use to destroy it. It may be a flood of accusations of wrongdoing which need to be recognized, or tested as to their truth. When the accusing spirit charge a person with some specific wrong over a certain thing, and the believer surrenders that thing to God, if the accusation does not then pass away it shows that it is not the true ground for the accusation, but there is some other cause hidden from view. The believer should then seek light from God upon the hidden causes, according to John 3.21, and refuse the cause of the accusation without knowing what it is saying, “I refuse the cause of this attack, whatever it is, and I trust the Lord to destroy it.” #RandolphHarris 15 of 15

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