The human mind is a menhir for telluric currents. Either you are well tuned, or you aren't. What else could possibly move us as much? who has discovered the secret of emotion? (Henry Gray, you have nothing on me.) Is it chemical imbalances as is currently generally accepted? Or is there a much higher power beckoning us, pulling us towards the sinusoidal motion of ecstacy that perhaps generates true wonderment and awe? The very word imbalance perhaps procures thoughts of emotion, of a certain mystery about where the next high or low might originate. But, in essence, this means nothing.

You can quite happily know where nothing comes from.

What if the answer were something far more exotic? what if the very bowels of the Earth commanded those who might listen, where there highs and lows might fall? Is it such a silly idea? The Earth is criss-crossed in a network of magnetic, paramagnetic, radioactive, and gravitational pulls, ebbs and flows, currents. These energy pulses command everything, from the migration of birds, to the patterns of schools of fish, to shifting of continents, movements of pendula, the very movement of the suns and planets (and why not? do you know beyond a shadow of a doubt that the earth isn't flat, or that the sun doesn't rotate around the earth? I'm not certain that any human experience thus far can prove that. Who says the earth is three dimensional? what if it doesn't exist on the third dimension, but only on the first, second and fourth? Perhaps not even the first or second, but only the fourth, with vague sinewy shadows dropping on our native third dimension. Do you know for sure?) But why dip into a scientific discussion of such vague notions. These have no seat in reality (except what you may let them have... They may not be so far from the truth as you may imagine.)

Entertain for a moment the notion that your very body, that which you consider to be the essence of who you are (pray to your higher god, oh masses of vanity,) Is merely a reflection of the deep flows of energy. That same energy that dictates to the arctics "evaporate two million pounds into the atmosphere... Let's mix it up for these poor bastards," Or maybe "Let's send another quake through LA, that really puts them into upheaval." Who's to say that that energy which has such a stranglehold on fire, water, earth, metal, doesn't exercise such great power over the lower limits of your mind? How about your sacred heart; it's arteries and veins are merely a replica of those that reach deep through the earth, those great powerlines of pure existence, mere will. (And there is substantial proof that yes, the mind is a portal into control over the body; that prayer rejuvenates the body; that the mere thought that cancer is beatable, makes it so.)

Who can say for sure that those who are well connected to the spiritual universe are not instead connected to the great switchboard of the dead... those same telluric currents? The mind may perhaps only be a wyse terminal connected to the great parallel computer that is the earth. Perhaps the reason that we all feel connected in some not so vague way, and the certainty that many of us feel that we are the only conscious beings in the universe, stems from the fact that our life force runs from the stream of life, that separate flow from the river styx, only to join at some later point? Armageddon is when the river styx overflows it's bounds and pours it's sulfurous self into the virgin's milk that makes up our Gaia, our life force. Jesus knew this fact, that is why he was put to death. If one knows the nature of Gaia, one is with Gaia. And the only enemy of Gaia is one who knows her well, so well he can seperate from her. Jesus found the correct combination of the Torah, the secret of immortality. Gaia destroyed him because one who can remove hisself from her is one to be feared. Man destroyed Jesus you say? nay, Gaia destroyed him, through the placebo of the masses, those telluric currents flowing through the roman soldiers, pushing them to destroy the one thing they knew not to destroy. Just like the men aboard the Enola Gay, those faithful Romans came out of their spell of ennui, and realized the sin they had perpetrated for the good of mankind, and detroyed themselves, to join their god on the fourth plane of existence. eight more planes to go, and they might become masters of the univers themselves, each with their own planet.

But Jesus knew not how to control these life taps, these connections with the mother earth that controlled everything around him, only how to separate himself from them. And the only reason Gaia had to destroy him and his is that he had many followers, too many, who would learn the secrets. Who would learn that to walk on water all one had to do was "lay stiff as a board," and merely know that the water did not, in fact, have any control over him. But Gaia learned a valuable lesson in this... Martyrs are dangerous. In the great poker hand of existence, perhaps this deal was merely three of a kind for the house, but the deal for Jesus was especially miserable. Perhaps Ace high. He had found the secret of the universe, but had spilled the beans before he was capable of not worrying about it. Gaia had no reason to worry, because her younglings merely thought of him as god. They didn't realise how close he truly was.

Think on it. Is it so far fetched?