The Venus Project Options

Hey guys,
I just had this link come through on one of the mailing lists I'm on. It's about how we could bring about the development of a genuinely Aquarian society. I'd urge everyone willing to have a look at this; it's very interesting, and even more positive.

http://www.thevenusproject.com/

If any of you turn out to be interested in this, and you've got any time free, I'd appreciate any potential workings which anyone could do to help this process along. I've already got another thread going on Earthsong Forums where there's some discussion of it, but it'd be good if we could get some ideas going back and forth here as well.

Anyway, see what you think of the site.

to participate in the venus project, one must have a vision of the future, and i have glimpsed the future when i saw my next life

further investigation showed a bunch of small self-sufficient 'communities', based on solving individual need not greed (green is the opposite of greed), and all pulled together to make it, like a real colony, with a deep love of the planet as well as solving each other's needs - each person in the community was an individual and there was no mayor, king or government elitism - the whole ideal of the community was that there were no have's and have-not's within it, for, individual choice aside, a have-not meant a need to be solved by the whole of the community - not seizure and redistribution with a gun as governments have tried before, but voluntarily, spurred on by love

greed dies as the world goes further green, and so does the economy that is based on that greed, and so die our communities based on wealth, not on the true spirit of community, where the butcher, baker and candle-stick maker combine with the hydroponic farmer and short-fall-hydroelectric guru to produce food, clothing and shelter, all without outside help or government

selflessness instead of selfishness, service-to-others rather than service-to-self - in this economy, millionaires are successful hoarders, but in the coming economy, millionaires are failures as they have not given away their all to help others

the biggest problem in this world today (and what must be solved by the venus project) is elitism (this person or thing is better than that person or thing)

to live in the new world, merely act like it,

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I got a glimpse of my future life. Unfortunately, the guy; yes, i am a guy in my next life; the guy that is me is an idiot and has no clue about past lives or non-human entities or even other worlds, and he has no desire to get a clue.

He is a stone-cold murderer, firmly rooted in the old world.

He is a member of the military, sent to root out 'communities' which are springing up all over the place. He fears them, realizing that they and what they represent are the seeds of the new world that is beginning to appear all over the earth.

I watched him walk through one of those communities, putting a deliberate, final bullet in each body. That was his idea of compassion. He disdained these 'commies', their non-taxable and valueless barter system taking food from his mouth since they didn't pay taxes, saying that if a man needs a chicken, or he needs a thousand head of cattle, it is all the same need.

His mind was a seething mass of conflicting images, only some of them introduced. I took up my crowbar of intent and began to poke, prod and pry...

If these people ever got something they would probably just give it away, regardless of the value. To them, the gift had no value, the only value was the need. And they called it Love. It sickened him to think there were people like those who loved each other like that. It was disgusting!

He knew their depraved mentality, the way they did everything out of this love. They were all equal, no success was required, nor failure allowed. To him the whole idea was evil, as the gifts between them were transactions, and income, and that was taxable, but of course they didn't play their taxes, or fight back against him when he was sent in to kill them all and solve the problem.

He solved the problem indeed, his way, as he pulled apart a pile of flesh and made sure that they were all dead. No survivors allowed to spring up the cancer again somewhere else. Let God sort out these dead-beats. At least he was getting paid, even though there wasn't much to buy these days. These self-sufficient 'communities' were hoarding it all for themselves. This community had a real candle-maker, and he loaded up on them to use at home so he could see.

Someone moaned and he put an end to it. Why did they not see that the old way was the only way, and they were just hurting themselves and the rest of the economy. Those with the biggest pile of goods were the winners, and he had spent a long time getting his supply of gold bars. He kind of wished he had laid up a store of bread instead sometimes, but he has succeeded, where these others had failed. They had nothing but each other, always saying they were not better or worse than anyone else, and sharing all they had with each other.

He gagged and turned away from looking at the dead. It was suddenly sickening to him for some odd reason. Maybe he needed another joint to lose his mind for a while and escape this reality. Now that that troublemaker had come up from the South, preaching his awful lies about how life was about all humans being the same, and how they should be sharing everything between everybody, it was even getting worse. He wished he could kill that blasphemous lying s.o.b. that dared to call himself The Ressurection, but then he supposed that when the s.o.b. took over the planet, he'd have to kill himself instead. There would be nothing left of his world to live for when that screw-ball and his followers took over.

There were some of those Resurrection terrorists even way up here in this community. He took great pleasure in drawing out and prolonging their pain, listening to how they said that the government was theirs and it didn't own them. Of course the government owned its citizens, and leveraged their lives to provide the money foundation for its activities. It was the basis of the free market system, didn't they see that? What a bunch of idiots they were if they didn't understand even that simple concept! That's why he got paid for taking them out.

He pushed aside the vision that swam into his brain of his girlfriend, the one that had run away from home to one of the communities. He still hated her, although he had grown a skin of denial over that hate, almost to the point of wishing her well. He always had a secret fear that the next community he had to remove would be the one that she went to. Would he be able to take her out? Maybe he could just mop up at that one, if his commander was generous. He liked ending pain with a well-placed bullet, and he could do that for her, no problem.

He was hungry again. Looks like these commies were pretty well fed, and not from just stored food either. He had taken care of their garden a few minutes earlier, just in case there were any survivors hiding in the woods. He wished that he had been able to pick some of the juicy ripeness before he torched the garden, but that was strictly forbidden, and he was always watched. Didn't they understand that an army marches on its stomach? But then he was always hungry these days, so he was really lean and trim. He was all muscle, and no fat to slow him down.

Their nutrition intrigued him, and he licked his lips. He supposed if he had too, if just for the sake of food, he could hang up his rifle and become one of these farmers or butchers or bakers. Maybe he could be a weaver, making interesting patterns as he made cloth, but his world would really have to be gone totally for that to be his only choice for survival.

There was no way he was going to give everything he had to everybody else and just share willingly. He had worked too hard to get it, and he would never give it up just like that, especially to somebody that didn't earn it. He would have to be really needy to live like that.

The image slowly faded of this new old me walking among the corpses of the new new world, and i knew i would not be able to modify his belief beyond my tiny success. He was truly a brainwashed sheeple of the old world, branded by the mark of his acceptance.

Still, it was a chance to influence the future. Perhaps a push here and there over time would affect him in other subtle ways, maybe even to to get him into one of the communities as a weaver, and as a hidden guard against those lawless raiders that preyed off both the old and the new, and as a heart-light flame to guide and draw others of the old into the new.

Just as the moon is lit by the sun, so does the new require the old to exist. We of these interesting times, are indeed both old and new. Like a stem cell, we have the ability to develop in either direction, depending solely on our decision to live in one or the other. It is time to choose our destination.

This post has been edited by esoterica: Mar 15 2009, 10:57 AM

If any of you turn out to be interested in this, and you've got any time free, I'd appreciate any potential workings which anyone could do to help this process along. I've already got another thread going on Earthsong Forums where there's some discussion of it, but it'd be good if we could get some ideas going back and forth here as well.

I think it's fantastic, and it's curious that you mention this here, because just last night I was laying in bed dreaming consciously of a world just like this. I got all fired up and wanted to write a manifesto. It happens to me sometimes, I just love manifestos.

But I think what would benefit the Venus project even more, would be engineers, environmentalists, experimental economists, apparently film-industry techs for phase two it would seem, etc., educated people who can apply specialized knowledge and skills towards making this a reality. Physicists, chemists, architects, planners, and of course willing and able hands who will build such a world for nothing more or less than the promise of a better world when the building is 'done' (inasmuch as any building is ever done).

Magically speaking, an egregore with the task of manifesting the Venus Project in a safe and timely manner, safeguarding or directing this future event, as it were, might be one way to go in which all involved individuals could be 'on the same page' as it were - your fairly standard egregore package with sigil, name, form, function, ritual keys, etc. An empowerment ritual towards the same purpose but without the egregore might be similarly effective, but of course an egregore is intended to maintain a current of energy even when the ritual is not being enacted, whereas a 'regular' ritual is a bit more like focusing fire at a particular issue. If we could get a couple hundred people involved in doing a ritual on such a schedule that at all times, 24 hours a day, 365 days a year, someone or some group of people either together or individually are peforming this ongoing meta-ritual, now that would be an interesting experiment. Perhaps even something as simple as a mantra that thousands of people chant nearly constantly, like the tibetans and their Om mani padme hum. There is always someone in tibet and elsewhere in the world (24 hours a day in tibet) chanting OMPH mantra. To this day they are still buddhist (OMPH mantra is about embodying buddhist ideals.) (IMG:style_emoticons/default/biggrin.gif)

And for many, submitting one's good will and magical intention may be all that they are able to commit to this endeavor, as at the moment that kind of sacrifice can be catastrophic. Of course, if everyone made the necessary sacrifices to make this a reality, well, it would turn out to be hardly any sacrifice at all, but what are the chances of that... right? The things we could do overnight if we all were on the same page.

peace

That was fascinating, esoterica. Thank you.

He is a stone-cold murderer, firmly rooted in the old world.

He is a member of the military, sent to root out 'communities' which are springing up all over the place. He fears them, realizing that they and what they represent are the seeds of the new world that is beginning to appear all over the earth.

Yes. He would be afraid. He has been tasked with confronting, and trying to destroy, a potential society that is unlike anything he ever would have seen before; it's unlike anything any of us have ever seen before, for the most part. He would probably also be in a scenario where his superiors would tell him that if he didn't kill them, his superiors would kill him. Don't hate him. He is probably trying to survive, in one of the only ways that are materially obvious to him right now.

He was hungry again. Looks like these commies were pretty well fed, and not from just stored food either. He had taken care of their garden a few minutes earlier, just in case there were any survivors hiding in the woods. He wished that he had been able to pick some of the juicy ripeness before he torched the garden, but that was strictly forbidden, and he was always watched. Didn't they understand that an army marches on its stomach? But then he was always hungry these days, so he was really lean and trim. He was all muscle, and no fat to slow him down.

Yes; if you're going to sway him at all, this is the thing to keep him focused on.

He's so hungry; always hungry. Not enough food...never enough food. It was cruel of his superiors not to give him more food...he was a good soldier...he shot lots of the new people, and destroyed many of their communities for his superiors...he'd earned it!

But...but he had his gold bars, and maybe there was a way. He worked hard to get his gold bars; he earned them, and he was right to be proud of them...but maybe...maybe if he could somehow get some time when he wasn't watched...just a day or two...maybe he could trade some gold bars with the new people for some bread and vegetables? Those tomatoes looked soooo good. He wouldn't need to trade all his gold bars, either; with those filthy hippies and their "love," they might not even want any of his gold at all, and if they did, they'd probably only want to barter one or two for some food. Only one or two...he'd have lots left.

They wouldn't win him over, though, those new people...never win him over. They were still disgusting, filthy hippies, and traitors to the human race, not to mention Uncle Sam. He'd shoot the lot of those freaks for his superiors and enjoy it while he did it. He'd just be really smart, is all...and play both sides. Yeah...he could do that. He'd have to play it right, though, and make sure his bosses didn't catch him somehow, and that would take some thinking...but he could do it. Then he'd be doing his job, but still have good food in the process. He'd be sitting in gravy, then; better off than just about anyone else he knew. Yeah...he could set things up for himself real good, that way.

He got bored sometimes, too, and that was another issue. He loved a hunt, or a really good fight, but a pacifist turkey shoot got boring after a while. He'd learned to become a damn decent soldier, and against passive civilians, he sometimes felt as though his skills were wasted. These freaks never shot back; something about how the ends became the means, and how they'd supposedly become like him if they used violence. Well, being like him wasn't so bad anyway, was it? If the idiots were more like him, he wouldn't need to be there. He wished some of them would fight back occasionally, if only because it would give him some real action!

He had another thought, suddenly; this one was even more delicious. Maybe some of those freaks still made whiskey, somewhere. That gave him an image of lying in his bunk, drifting to sleep with the aid of a full belly and the warm haze of both a joint, and a couple of good shots of full malt. After a full day of nailing those Commies, that would be just the way to end it. Maybe he'd even take some of their ears to the leader of his unit; that would make him proud, for sure. He grinned at the thought.

I consider adding that last bit about them not winning him over as a way of getting him to accept the whole thing. Him focusing on his hunger and buying food from them would be a first step, and a crucial one, as would even his small act of defiance to his superiors in somehow avoiding their surveillance for long enough to do it, if he could figure that out. Focus on his material needs; what he wants that he sees the new people as having, that he doesn't, and his resentment about that. It will gradually open a rift in his mind, and he will put one foot in front of the other, unconsciously, towards joining them, even if he isn't consciously aware of it at first. Don't focus on the ex-girlfriend; something tells me that will only make him angry, and make things worse. There needs to be a critical mass reached within individuals, to the same extent as with groups. Getting there can be difficult, but it can be done.

I could be wrong, but I think I actually got a hint of his energy while I was doing this. He really isn't a bad guy; he's just heavily indoctrinated, scared out of his mind, and doing what he can to keep air moving through his lungs. I'm reminded of the character Teal'c, from Stargate SG-1. If he gets the idea that it will be easier for him to survive with the new people than his current group, he will eventually leave.

This post has been edited by Petrus: Aug 16 2009, 11:09 AM