“Symbolism is the language of the mysteries. By symbols men have ever sought to communicate to each other those thoughts which transcend the limitations of language”. Manly Hall
A short story inspired by a photo of a woman and a particular old man in the sea. A man who’s life was dedicated to murdering humanity and killing a planet, as told through the prism of cryptic ‘Dark Triad’ symbolism…
The Dark Triad stared covetous evil in Its ocean-sky reflected death-mask, knowing It had already taken an entire planet with It.
And It smirked then whispered “To murder humanity is a means without end – but to end a world is power”.
“Show me It again!” It said, “Sell me you strangling a miracle! Snuff out the Pale Blue Dot before your Sun sent them to sleep. Show me that power. Pure power”.
And so It did. Cyclically, psychotically unbridled. By generation. By the numbers and most certainly by symbolism.
Act I. Saturated. Act II. Unquenchable.
Mass-engineered concentrations of gender-driven patriotic poverty, vagrant ignorance and moral superiority all just dying on an industrial-scale to liberate ‘lesser’ worlds filled with carved-out trenches, caged-killing fields and gulags; ever-ambitious mutually supportive hierarchical-arenas of lethally-efficient labour; of streamlined death-wealth that inevitably flowed up. Never trickling down. Ever.
The capitalist Paperclip attached to lessons learned from such things as teeth-fillings smelted into London vault-gold hoarded by the very source of The Company’s mass-media emotional-behavioural manipulation.
“All aboard!” purrs the Machiavellian fat-cat on spin-cycle; psychosocial-engineering dead dogs starvation on a self-sustaining gaslight-rollercoaster; an ‘Arbeit Macht Frei’ ride on the global corporate-government human-misery-go-round.
Then Act III. Just like in all the best theatre.
Always hypocritically sold as forever inveterate victimhood ‘defence’ and superior entitlement to those ‘others’ freedoms on the Wolf’s Lair ‘liberators’ terms – naturally. ‘Friend‘ and foe alike dispatched and ‘delivered’ from another evil by the aristocrat descendants of Rome; living-Gods selling “We, The People” our own heroic, enchanted enslavement.
Only this time It was to be forever. And ever. And It was right – as ever. No compromise. As night follows day all eyes roll skyward. But of course, being narcissist, being ‘right’ forever – could never be enough.
Because The Dark Triad was devastatingly natural as was the black-gold in ‘It’, in which, were held the submarine-secrets of the untold trafficking and State-sold children’s story spanning centuries; flowing, oozing, spewing and building by incessant, normalised, desensitised-wars to a humanity-planetary scale of self-destruction. All inhumane unearthliness tapped into and drilled from deep within to cyclically cement the natural, unnatural hierarchical order and superior place on the planet. And of course to drive the global warming needed to weaponise the weather against the working masses.
But It was being found out. And so It would do what came naturally before being completely exposed to the wilfully-blind; It would ungraciously implode with infinite military might and by all necessary means at Its slipped death-mask disposal, to shake the very Universe, to shatter and take with ‘It‘ all Earthly sentience.
The End. Of humanity. Naturally.
This short story (with nods to Carl Sagan, Aldous Huxley, George Orwell and a grudging one to Joseph Goebbels) also gives a flavour of the symbolism within ‘Gaslighting Gilligan’.
“Writing fiction is the act of weaving a series of lies to arrive at a greater truth”. Khaled Hosseini.
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‘Gaslighting Gilligan’ by Johnny McNeill; a contemporary dystopian ‘fiction‘ about the intrinsic, interconnectedness of both personal & State-political domestic abuse, was released from Berlin on 25th June 2017. It is copyright © 2017 but is a *free*-to-share public-service PDF download from here. 🇬🇧🇺🇸🇨🇦🇦🇺🇳🇿