Prologue: It was probably not so important to understand or list those who survived the sixth, seventh and eitghth great die-offs which all came in such rapid succession in the first century of the New Milleniaum.

It is not possible for us, here on the other side of those times, to know how all this will appear to you, wherever and whenever you are....becuase as we send these documents backwards into time, it is with the knowledge that we have no cognizance or control at all regarding their destiny or to whom they will manifest or appear.

We have given great thought to protecting those who might be reading this just prior to one of those great and deadly cleansing events...that it may produce unneeded alarm...even to figure into the selection and eliminations themselves through the stress of unweildly foreknowledge.

Our decision has been based on the dictim that the truth can do no harm, as long as it is revealed with a clear conscience and decent intent.

It was not part of any record or method of thought we haveever been able to find predating the die-off phenomenon that the planet which harbors and enlivens us is not only a living creature, but is cognizant of our every move...just as we can feel even the smallest ant which ventures out over our skin...and that it makes decisions...sometimes cataclysmic and massively destructive ones...regarding who and what it allows to grace its body...just as we do.

Inevitably, in the raising and education of our children, the question arises...after the endless tales of burgeouning population, choking pollution, mindless self-satiation, endless descimation of the planets beauty...the children invariably ask...looking at the simple, sophisticated and infinately smaller way we have come to live...they ask "how did this all come about?"

There are as many tales as one would care to hear about the military revolutions, the uprising of belabored masses, the toppling of monarchies and the downfall of empires through out the earlier milleniums of human history.

It would be easy enough to expect that some brillant or charismatic leader, some enlightened class of super beings, some movement of unprescident benevolence and insight rose up to halt the destruction and usher in the New Millenium Age.

The impossibility of this is obvious, if you come to understand the exhausingly fundamental changes that were required to transform the human mind from the dictums of the old millenium values and rules to that of the new.

Equally important to understand that it was not the will or decision or actions of human beings at all that snuffed the billions of superflous and debached homosapiens that corrupted the Ghia Empire. It was the persona of the planet itself...and her actions and methods were apparently not pretty, delicate, compassionate or benign.

The augmentation of assemblies of humans of extrodinary selflessness and integrity came through intelligent selection...not the usurption of power or the pathetic tenants of democracy...which is forever the exercise of futility and the drowning of intelligence with the baggage of incompetent numbers....with the predictable result that its practitioners end up living with the lowest common denomenator, rather than the highest attainable standard.

The ingeniousness of the die-off causes and its incredible accuracy in selection are stunning. The first, of course, basically amounted to the lower IQ spectrum eating themselves to death...not quite that literally, perhaps...but then again, depending on point of perception...that may indeed be exactly accurate.

There appears to have been rampant a mass denial of basic human anatomy as a flaw in the medical technology characterizing the last couple of hundred years of the Old Millenium. This occurred, not because the essential nature of bio-energetics...the electro-magnetic nature fundamental and controlling to all of existence...was not known...it had been known, developed and quite successfully included in the medical technology of prior cultures for 8,000 years. But for some reason, a chemistry obsession evolved with the last mass infestation which blinded it to these facts and for that reason, they permutated the chemical soup of the planet to the point where they quite literally ended up eating and breathing all the things that would extinct them...ones they themselves had concocted.

We do not, here on the other side of things, have any problem at all seeing the Ghia's sense of justice in encouraging the 6th die-off to happen. The most ironic factor in this self-elimination phenomenon is that the prime motivator for the consumption of the most lethal and toxic of these abominations was marketed by those who sold them as life prolonging and ego-enhancing. That seems to have taken care of something like 30-40% of the population overgrowth and consumption problem...and apparently in a damned short hurry...with the aid of a couple of mysteriously timely viral mutations who showed up on the scene.

But the singularly poignant 7th extinction carried the failure of then contemporary medical technology in its ability to cognizance and respect the essentially bio-energetic originating nature of all existence (including homo-sapiens)...through the greatest single die-off phenomenon of all human history...and ironically at the hands of a stunningly adictive and very deadly obsession with the ego-obsession with instantaneous electronic radiation involved with communication.

No one has ever successfully explained why an entire culture would become so obsessed with constant talking in the complete absence of any visable listener that they promulgated their own demise and dismantled the last bastions of the very technology and culture who produced these mindless gadgets which they carried around obsessively and soon came to walk about staring into at the complete ignorance of all other reality...apparently because of some type of emitted light blue haze.

It was intuitively obvious to a very small part of the population then.....that a body and mind whose basic function was driven and measured by incredibly intricate electro-magnetic radiation could never withstand an artificial microwave radio transmitter 3/4 of an inch from the cerebral cortex when they slammed the on button. Those few survived the 7th extinction...the rest did not.

The assinine and moronic elemental nature of this phenomenon as a fulcrome for the mass die-off of 60-70% of the global population is a perpetual mystery to those of us here on the other side of the New Millenium. If you, reading this today, find yourself in the midst of this phenomenon, maybe it will make sense to you. Unfortunately, the chances you will be able to communicate those perceptions successfully over the vagaries of a thousand years to us is probably about nil.

But what we tell our children, to make a long story short, is that the planet apparently arranged for two things to occur: first, that a small sector of the particularly brilliant and ethical portion of the demography would develope an excruciatingly painful warning aversion to electro-magnetic radiation in frequencies which interfered with human bio-energetic anatomy (and consequently came to avoid them with religion)...and secondly, the remaining masses mindlessly yakked themselves into pathetic states of immune suppression (which the radiation invariably produces) and the remnant (and by then quite healthy) mutated viral epidemics snuffed their asses but good.

We'll get into the eight die-off phenomenon, which occured around the issues of spritual transcendence at another time...but suffice it to say, that the fundamental tenants not of those who were expended as unfit for resonant existant with the living planet...but who were selected for continued existence...are graphically contained, and perhaps nowhere any better expressed than in the passage which follows.

We will, most likely, never know the author, situation, motivation or exact date of this writing. It, like so much of the content of the New Millenium Text are the anonymous contributions of vastly unconnected authors spread over a thousand years and surviving in tact for us today only through the unexplainable vehicles and benovolence of chance. We can only hope that they will survive in tact our current attempts to now transport them backwards into the times of their origin to wherever it is and whoever you are today who find yourself reading them.

Those really stupid ones once came to believe that they could own the land. Now, that they are gone...and most not even remembered, we laugh again at such foolishness...as once our early forefathers laughed...at such stupidity. But at that time, those people were very serious about this dilusion. They sickened themselves trying to be sure they remembered and everyone else never forgot. They drove stakes into the heart of the earth to prove their power. They killed the holy ancient trees and tortured them into flat parchments and carved their epithets on their white virgin breasts and then hid them in dark vaults to prove what their insanity believed was right.

They didn't just kill the trees. They killed each other...and of course, eventually themselves...choking to death on their insistance that their frail bodies...100 pounds, 200 pounds ...of fragile flesh could own the billions of majestic tons of stone, water, air and spirit that slept silently beneath their feet and moved in milleniums instead of seconds.

I cannot own this land. I am assembled from the myriad atoms of iron, calcium, oxygen, carbon and gold birthed deep in the bowls of its now silent volcanoes...deep in the vulcan core and risen on the thoughts of a billion years of stone reaching for its father sun.

I am red blood because of the iron which also makes this mountain red and this fragile rose red and the sunset red and the feelings of hatreds anger red. The mountain is not red because of me. My blood is red thanks to its generosity in sharing enough of its iron to give me life.

The fire of deep red anger birthed in the vulcan core lusts always for the burning sun...which is its father. Because of that, it reaches incessantly with the grip of giants to grasp oxygen from the air...air which is clutched to the furry body of the undulating earth by the clutch of gravity and magnetism which are the lustful and acquisitive natures of mass...deep and overwelming mass...the mass of miles deep stone to the core of molten rock below...whose grip holds the blanket of clear blue air to its breast...close enough for the iron that flows through my veins to grasp the air that feeds the tiny fire that I harbor as my one fleeting witness...my one fragile possession...the gift of human life.

I do not own the iron. I do not own the air. I do not own the stone. I am of it all....and obviously, of course. It owns me.

What I am today is what I ate last week. What I ate last week ate someone smaller a month ago. That someone smaller fed on tiny things that sprang from warm ponds which are the teardrops of the mother earth. We all spring from that. We are all the gift of that. We are nothing more than the tiny dreams of that. We are its flittering imaginations. Only delusion and insanity can see this reality backwards and come to the conclusions of rightful dominion...which is to say..destruction and contempt. Destroy the mountain of iron and you destroy your blood.

This is what the forefathers of my forefather's forefathers thought and did. They blew the heart of the blood-filled mountain to smithereens and left the singed ashes of its core in piles on the ground...laced with the residue of stinking, caustic scum...cyanide, chromium, arsenic and sulphur. This took vengence and began to wander down the mountain crevasses, down the cascade rivulets, over the spraying falls, into the deep green pools where their children drank and swam on hot summer afternoons. Now, it is them, the chemical ooze became their cities, their desks, their birthday cakes and the soapy residue in their starched shirt collars. Soon after that, it found the iron in their blood. And now they are all dead. They are all, every one of them, every single one of them...they are all dead...except for these twisted, wraggled, emaciated, scowling, pain wracked few who wail in the night and pray for their end. They are no longer transfixed with the insanity of owning the land. There is justice, but visable only to a few.

This land owns me. I am in my peaceful, beautiful and rightful place when I know that and honor my source and am thankful for another day in which this beautiful land has graced me with the freedom of its dream...for I am the dream of this land...I am the child of its stunning imagination. I am gifted to have been set adrift with all these systems, and molecules and concepts and potentials to live as a freed spirit carefully and gracefully falling, one footstep at a time, well placed, silently placed, delicately placed, reverently placed on the tender floor of the ancient forest as a gift of this magnificent land to its sister...the air.

I float, as the land cannot, gracefully through the rivulets of warm tender air. I waft and wave into the atmosphere...joined to my mother earth only with the soles of silent feet.

No sanity or peace has ever come from grasping, grabbing, possessing, hording or killing for it. My only hope is in the awe I feel looking down from the razor ridgeline into the blue ice lakes below the laughing towers of babbling stone crested in tsunami trance crashing over the ancient faultline onto the pica screeching scree below.

My only sanity is in the stillness only the dark forest deeps can know. All else is clamor and psychosis...thin screens desperately seeking to protect the illusion of the desperate and corrupt who think like the corporate consumer capitalist pseudochristian greed mongering pigs whose objective and ultimate destiny is to eat them, and then when they are done, eat themselves for desert.

I have lived for all my life...and so did my father, and his father, and his father and his father too...only on this land. Everything that I am and that they ever were came from this land...all of it...the atoms in the molecules in the single living cell with a wiggling tail which was my origin, clear through to the last molecule of oxygen my dying lungs will inhale...all of it...all of me, all of them is all from this land. This land is its only origin. I belong to it, I am it and obviously...to it I will return.

To quest for dominion over any part of it...to delude myself with some imagined power to possess it...to derange others in quest for its exclusive possession...all of these are psychotic fantasy and indication of a sickness only re-creation can remedy...to be disolved back into it and formulated, perhaps, from it elements, sometime, maybe again.

Proof of this is easy. What happens to me when my functions cease and my movements freedom is no more. Obviously...I return back to where I came.

And the spirit that is within me??? The bounding imagination of my fame??? The lust that drives my atoms??? The constant stream of questions to be answered???

Where do they go??? What are they??? From what origin have they come???

Is it also the origin of the deep deep land which made me?? Is it from a god that made this land??? Is it from the air this land grasps so desperately and resolutely to its breast??? Am I the marriage of their love???

Who am I to ask such questions? Do I really think that I will ever know?? Why would it matter to one who lasts so briefly??? Aren't there better ways to spend the gift of this land's time??

Like eating icecream.