The Abundance Paradigm Novella; Chapter 9 – 2024 edition
The Abundance Paradigm
by Amaterasu Solar
Foreword 2024
I wrote this novella in 2008, and have versions of it posted around the web. I will post each chapter in a separate post, and link to previous chapters as I go. There are 12 chapters to the book, and I may not post every day, so I don’t know how long it will be before We get to the end.
The first two chapters provide the setting for what things will look like in the future, and in the third, the diary of Amelia Ringer arrives to give offset.
I was much more naive back then, so do forgive the naiveté. I also changed a few things from the original, but mostly left it alone. See You at the end.
Chapter 9
Lee and I awoke, tangled in each other’s limbs. “Good morning, Beautiful,” Lee murmured into my ear. I nuzzled his neck in response, feeling the warm firmness of his body pressed against mine. Our passion built slowly as we kissed and stroked and sought the spots we knew so well would bring the other pleasure. Then we boiled over into one another’s climax, to rest then and whisper our gratitude and love.
“Let’s read more of the diary,” I finally suggested as our sea of love came to a calm, sending the request for the book to be brought again. Silently the ’bottie slipped into the room, placed the pile on the bed beside us, and moved out again to where it awaited the next request. I lifted the book and brought it between us, thumbing through the pages to where we left off.
April 3, 2009
I hope I have a job when I get back from my experience on the Report discussing the abundance paradigm. I told my boss today about it, explaining that I needed a week off – that I would do it without pay, even – and she said she didn’t know if she could let me go for that long. I pleaded with her, asking her for the time. She still seemed unmoved, but said that if she could get by without me she would; if not, there were a hundred others she could hire on the spot for my job. And so, I might be out of a job when I get back.
Oh man, this sucks. It’s hard enough trying to make my meager pay stretch to cover rent and food. Without the money, I guess I’ll be back at the Red Cross, once again with only the clothes on my back. The economy is so bad, and the boss is right. A hundred others would snatch my job up in a heartbeat.
I don’t know who else to rant to, dear diary, but you. I keep thinking about how different life would be in abundance, not just for me, but for those hundred who hope for my job. For those hundreds of thousands of homeless on the streets of this country. For the millions dying of thirst and starvation around the globe. To think that every one of those people would have nothing worse to worry about than what they want to do today. How wrong things are now. How right they could be.
How right we could make them if we chose to.
Well, I guess I will hope for the best. That is really all I can do. That and posting the concept of abundance anywhere and everywhere on the Web. Try to reach as many people as I can, motivate them to spread the concept – and that isn’t tough when they finally “get it.” Those that “get it” are eager to bring others to “get it” as well. The more I reach, the closer we all are to making it happen.
I get a lot of objections from various people afraid that the abundance paradigm would destroy religion. I assure them over and over that religion, like everything else, would be a choice. If one wanted to live the life of an ascetic, one could do so. If one wanted to preach to others, or listen to the preaching of another, join, follow, and adhere to any religion’s tenets, one could. Whole cities, on the planet and in the air, could dedicate themselves to whatever views they ascribed to.
All over the planet, congregations of like-minded people could accumulate. But at the same time, those that do not share the views of any others also could make their way in life on their own.
Everyone could choose – their beliefs, their styles, their activities, the level of tech they want to live with. It would be true freedom.
One Mennonite I met on the Commons down in Ithaca said, when I described the abundance paradigm, that it sounded like New Jerusalem. I’m not so versed in the beliefs of the Mennonites, but I believe it is related to something out of the Book of Revelation. I have heard of New Jerusalem from fundamentalist Christians, and that is what I recall them saying… Anyway, perhaps it is New Jerusalem.
I mean, given that, if there is any validity to prophesy, surely it would qualify. And given that my belief is that Consciousness is “God,” creating reality by collapsing the waves of probability with awareness and expectation, we ourselves would be the vehicle by which it would come about. We would create this New Jerusalem. In a way, I hope that prophecy is real and that we will gain the vision to do this. If it is real, I suppose, then we will create the abundance for all.
Now that’s an idea I can take some comfort from. Much better than thinking about the job issues. I wish I could justify letting go of the Stewart Bump, but I could post on the Web for a decade and not get the recognition for the paradigm that I will get with Stephen’s help. I have to go. I have to take my chances with my job.
April 16, 2009
I am so ambivalent! The boss keeps saying she can’t do without someone in my position for a week, and I got a letter with tickets to New York for April 30th out of Ithaca. The letter said I would be met at La Guardia and taken to a hotel. There was a schedule attached saying I would meet with the writers of the Report on Friday, May 1st, and then the taping will be on Tuesday, the fifth. I don’t know if I will meet Stephen on Friday and work out the funny stuff directly with him, or whether we will do that the day of the taping. But either way, I will have a room and food for the weekend, and I can do some sightseeing. This is so exciting! I just wish my boss was more flexible and I didn’t have to worry about what I will come home to.I still have a lot of people arguing that it won’t work, abundance. Still “greed” is used as a reason. Still “power” is used. What use is “power” anyway? If you don’t need to make your servants do your bidding to have what you want, when you want, what’s the point? And besides, it is only the Lizard Hearted that enjoy pushing others around. The Human Hearted are more numerous, by far, and we could overcome. If we just do it!
The more I think about it, the more I see. I cannot see anywhere it wouldn’t work. I have addressed all objections I have encountered and every question I have gotten. It seems to flow from me, as if this knowledge is being given to me as I need it. Sometimes I fantasize that it is a future me giving the me now the tools and vision to bring about this change in the world. Whether it is or is not is irrelevant. Having the vision is enough for my Human heart to be spurred on to bring it to all of the Human hearts as quickly as possible. The sooner we are there, the more Love and the less suffering will be produced.
And that, of course, is the essence of the ethical nature of choosing abundance: more Love in the Universe.
I will say… I have visited forums I had not been on in a while to find quite a number of people taking up the call. They are arguing the case for the abundance paradigm even in my absence. This feeling I get, seeing other warriors taking up the cause, is what keeps my soul fed. Though slowly, our numbers are building. Still, it is not enough to hit the tipping point. Far too few have ever heard of it, let alone contemplated its meaning and ethical value. Ten thousand in a country of 300 million, in a world of over six and a half billion, is a drop in the bucket. No generation of power whatsoever.
But once the concept has been Bumped… Oh, I expect good things. That should make all the difference in the world!
Lee and I stretched in unison, breaking from our reading. “Oh,” I said. “Tonight I am meeting the artist of the fountain in the garden – her name is Flo – to see the new Ogden Pierce play in Manhattan. Care to join us?”
Lee popped his Calendar up on his lap before him and scrutinized his schedule. “Sure,” he responded. “I have a meeting with the Photobuffs – but they are always meeting and I am willing to miss that to see Ogden Pierce’s work performed. With my favorite person in the world, of course.” He winked, and I winked right back.
We meandered into the kitchen together, now hungry, and I made a minor feast with pancakes, omelet, fresh cantaloupe, and rich coffee with stevia to sweeten it for me and sugar for Lee. I prefer stevia in my coffee, though many prefer sugar. In the Old days, in the money-driven hell that it was, stevia was suppressed. Though it was a natural herb whose extract was 300 times sweeter than sugar, and supported a healthy blood sugar level, the sugar and artificial sweetener Corporates passed "laws" that kept it from being called a sweetener, and the “Food and Drug Administration” raided places that were using it in their products, confiscating product, along with the tools and equipment being used, often leaving the companies that tried to offer this better choice to people bankrupt and incapable of further production.
Though there was a “loophole,” in that stevia could be called a “nutrient,” it did not sell as well with “fortified with stevia” as it would have if the label could have read “sweetened with stevia.” And, of course, the mainstream media – the “MSM” – never mentioned stevia in any consistent, comparative fashion.
In fact, until people “woke up” to the possibility of abundance, there was a lot that never made the MSM. The general media was, of course, controlled. The Lizard Hearted used it as they used the “laws” to control the Human Hearted, keeping them enslaved in their wage/debt-slave misery. They whipped up nationalism with lies and half-truths to incite wars – to the profit of the war suppliers, the war profiteers. They used it to discredit those who brought truths up, with character assassination as the primary tool. They insinuated that there was something inherently wrong with altering one’s consciousness – except with alcohol, and patented drugs, to the profit of drug companies and the medical establishment, as the patented drugs caused illness and organ deterioration, sending the people to the doctor to find relief from these further issues.
They used it to suggest that sodium fluoride – a toxic waste product – was somehow good for the body, never reporting the myriad studies that showed quite the opposite. They even tried to suggest it was “natural,” pointing to calcium fluoride which does exist in nature, as merely “fluoride” and trying to make a case that sodium fluoride was basically the same.
They never reported the hundreds upon hundreds of studies that showed only benefits from cannabis, because it threatened the profits of the dubious patented drugs in its efficacy and lack of side effects. They did not report its anti-cancer properties, its effectiveness in treating pain and depression.
They used the media to distort the view of the world, supporting the draconian Codex Alimentarius – part of what was called the “New World Order’s” efforts to nutritionally starve the “excess humans” on the planet.
They did not report the fact that new teeth could be stimulated to grow where only a root was left in the jaw. They did not report the costs of their “War on Drugs” in terms of functional families broken, disenfranchisement of citizens, and the money spent to hunt, sting, process, try and incarcerate “offenders.” They did not report the effects of breathing the exhaust from the old internal combustion engines, ubiquitous in that day (but profitable to the oil Corporations), yet exaggerated the effects of second hand tobacco smoke – which actually seemed to counter the effects of the sodium fluoride they pumped into the water supplies…
It was a very bad time indeed. But because of Amelia… Well, I suppose it’s obvious by now why I have such regard for her, why her history has been a passion of mine, and why having her diary to read is such an exciting thing for me.
With breakfast finished, Lee went off to the Web again, and I was left to my own. I had a ’bottie bring me a sketch pad and I began drawing out the concept for my gown for the evening. Having come up with something I thought would be most fitting for the affair, I sent instructions to the wardie to have the garment ready at 7:00.
I wandered over and watched my new fountain, thinking of how nice it was that I would be seeing Flo again, as well as seeing Ogden Pierce’s work performed.
Finally I moved on to my studio. Little Buddha and Companion was nearly finished and I was looking forward to adding it to my gallery, and hopefully finding someone who wanted my creation for their very own. I pulled a smock from a drawer, wrapping it around my body, and sat. I lifted the pallet, clean and waiting, from the nearby table and squirted paint of various colors onto the white surface. I selected a brush and turned my awareness completely to child and her cat.
At 6:00ish, I looked over my work, well pleased. It was done. There was the innocence and delight I wanted to capture. The patience and good sport of the cat. I called a ’bottie to clean up and to bring a camera. When the camera arrived, I snapped a photo of the painting and then left the studio, making my way back to the living room and my Old couch. I called up the Web, which formed in front of me, and accessed my site. I uploaded the picture to my holoport and had the house send emails to my list – which now was in the hundreds of thousands – to let them know I had added a piece to the gallery, with the image I had taken of the painting embedded.
I checked my email and Humanity.web while I was at it, finding nothing of interest, and then hit the history sites. There were many, like me, who were interested in one aspect of history or another, and they had formed groups and associations, with new finds and information added daily to their growing catalog of facts. One specifically was devoted to Amelia, and I was looking forward to having the diary scanned and adding that to the site. What a stir and commotion it would create. But I wanted to finish reading it before I let anyone know of the find.
Of course, the diary itself would go to the Museum. The Museum was maintained by a group whose passion it was to collect artifacts of the past. And Amelia’s diary was sure to be something they would want as well. As the donor, I would have rights to bring it back home to show to friends, but people seldom used that right. Just jump to the Museum to see it, safely ensconced and protected from time. I doubted that once I gave it to the Museum I would ever bring it back here.
At 7:00 I got up to dress, finding my gown, a rich purple affair with a single strap over my left shoulder and a wide gold accent belt, hanging in the bedroom. I bathed quickly, again meeting Lee as I lifted myself from the waters of the pool. He reached for a towel and daubed the dampness from my skin, kissing me gently as he did so.
“Thank you, love,” I said when he had finished.
“Truly my pleasure,” Lee responded with a wink and a grin. I grinned back and then began the process of dressing for the play. Lee bathed and then did the same.
When I had completed dressing, I had my hair done in braids and then swirled about my head with amethyst pins peeking from the plaits. I made my face myself, lining my eyes and coloring my lips. When I was done, I found Lee – who had dressed in short order in a black tuxedo – poking on the Web in the living room.
“Going old school, are we?” I teased.
Lee grinned. “Yep. I thought a night on Broadway should be met with formality. Do you like it?” He stood and modeled the suit for me.
“Indeed I do. It makes you look sexy – not that you aren’t sexy in anything you wear!” I assured him.
He looked me over and replied, “As you are sexy in anything you wear! That’s stunning on you.” He offered his arm, which, demurely, I took, and together we headed for the J.D.
Past Chapters:
The Abundance Paradigm Novella; Chapter 1 (article): https://peakd.com/informationwar/@amaterasusolar/the-abundance-paradigm-novella-chapter-1-2024-edition
The Abundance Paradigm Novella; Chapter 2 (article): https://peakd.com/informationwar/@amaterasusolar/the-abundance-paradigm-novella-chapter-2-2024-edition
The Abundance Paradigm Novella; Chapter 5 (article): https://peakd.com/informationwar/@amaterasusolar/the-abundance-paradigm-novella-chapter-5-2024-edition
The Abundance Paradigm Novella; Chapter 4 (article): https://peakd.com/informationwar/@amaterasusolar/the-abundance-paradigm-novella-chapter-4-2024-edition
The Abundance Paradigm Novella; Chapter 6 (article): https://peakd.com/informationwar/@amaterasusolar/the-abundance-paradigm-novella-chapter-6-2024-edition
The Abundance Paradigm Novella; Chapter 7 (article): https://peakd.com/informationwar/@amaterasusolar/the-abundance-paradigm-novella-chapter-7-2024-edition
The Abundance Paradigm Novella; Chapter 8 (article): https://peakd.com/informationwar/@amaterasusolar/the-abundance-paradigm-novella-chapter-8-2024-edition
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My father taught Me never to believe anything. He told Me to place probabilities and adjust them as new data come along, asking the question, "Does that explain what I see?," when evaluating data. He was an aerospace engineer, and worked with T Townsend Brown (see My featured vid on Odysee or YouToilet). From a very early age I was concerned that the way I was told things worked, in terms of government and social affairs, did not explain what I saw. So the first few decades I worked to determine WHY this was.
I wound up in banking, seeing the flow of things in the headquarters of a major bank in Los Angeles. I became intimately familiar with the flow of money, and economics. I asked the question, "Why do We use money?"
When the web arrived, My research capabilities flourished, and I learned much that explained what I saw, but the only explanations I found for why We use money started with trade and barter, which are still money in a direct form, and did not answer the WHY. Then, I came upon the explanation that these were used because, with a finite amount of stuff, it was to ensure that We got Our "fair share" in a scarcity environment, in exchange for the work We added.
From this I realized the WHY. We were accounting for Our energy input into things. And that We needed to do this because the Human energy was scarce compared to what We needed to be produced (back then).
I also discovered that over half Our planet's wealth was "owned" by fewer than 100 Humans...
I was very interested in psychology, too. And studied it deeply, being fascinated by psychopathy, focusing on that aberration, learning that They had discovered a gene that manifested Individuals who were incapable of love, compassion, caring, and empathy for Others – primary psychopaths. Seeing that the wealth was so disproportionate, and that the families who "owned" it inbred, what would explain what I saw would be that They wanted to retain that psychopathic gene. Given that the wealth could feed, clothe, house ALL of Us (and give Us freedom) abundantly and many times over, and yet None set forth to care for Humanity, I had to give probability approaching 100% that They are psychopaths, as that explains perfectly what I see, and answers My quest for why the way I was told things worked did not explain what I saw.
And I asked... If I was a psychopath, with enough wealth to buy anything and anyOne I wanted to, and given that money = power (power over Others is something psychopaths seek), would I be motivated to create a false "reality" for the masses and thereby manipulate Them? I think You can figure out what answer I came up with. And would that explain what I see? Absolutely.
Now, given that money is merely the accounting token used to account for Our Human energy, it would follow that free energy would threaten fully the accounting for Our energy. If I was a psychopath, with enough money to buy sites like Wikipedia, the media, the education system, etc., would I do all I could to suppress and hide free energy?
And given I personally know that electrogravitics offers both gravity control and energy from the aether (the electromagnetic field that pervades the universe), and that it went into black projects, such efforts to hide and suppress would explain what I see completely.
So I am neither a "conspiracy theorist," nor am I a "conspiritard," but rather... I am a conspiracy analyst. And given this analysis, knowing that conspiracies are the NORM in history and that they didn't just stop some years back, I conclude that conspiracies abound. That explains perfectly what I see.
Love always.