Glass Barriers

by Rolf Witzsche



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Defining the Face of Truth

Where do we find our real riches? Do we find it in the lateral, universal kiss, or in grabbing all the world's money that creates poverty and destruction and endangers our world. On this path the world's compensation claims for the damage done in wars for money and power exceed all the wealth of all the empires put together. Honesty on this front would bankrupt all the empires of the world. But what about our honesty towards one-another? How great is our wealth that cannot be measured in money? In this sphere, the claims for correction will make us rich. 

We need to be rich on this front to meet the Ice Age Challenge before us.

The chapter presented here is the third part of a series focused on the Universal Marriage of Mankind.


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      According to the kitchen clock it was almost two in the morning when we arrived at Indira's flat. The apartment was on the seventeenth floor of a twenty-story building. It was ultramodern for Indian standards. It had a full bath, an extremely large bedroom, and an equally large kitchen with a living room, dining room area attached to it. The space could have comfortably served a family of four. The living room opened to the outside, onto a corner balcony that provided a 270 degree panoramic view of a large portion of Delhi. The city lay spread out below us as if it were a vast sea of lights interrupted by waves of darker patches that appeared to be parks and or large landmarks.



      Before retiring I send off an E-mail to Fred, on Indira's computer. The Internet was just beginning to take off in India. E-mail was considered the most leading edge of technology, by what I could see. Naturally it was embraced by Indira, a leading-edge-kind of a girl. I e-mailed Fred my request for a medical van with a brief explanation why it was needed.

      "That won't be possible," his answer came back almost instantly. "This kind of large project falls outside the scope of our diplomatic business. Sorry to have to disappoint you."

      I had half expected this type of an answer. I even smiled receiving it. I smiled, because I already knew what reply I would send.

      "Consider this," I replied. "From the very moment on that the U.S. Government has made the strategic depopulation of the Third World a foreign policy priority under the directive of NSSM200 in 1974, the kind of 'business' that you said 'falls outside the scope of our diplomatic pursuits' has actually been the centerpiece of our foreign diplomacy. We have chosen this path to be our 'business. We have made it our business in real terms from 1975 on, mostly in the negative sense. We can't ignore what we have done.

      "The Dalits' problem could have been resolved by now," I continued, "if this kind of destructive policy, and the mentality of inhumanity that is associated with it, hadn't been put on the table by us. Out depopulation policy eroded the social and economic platforms all over the Third World with an eye of putting countless people to death by means of economic collapse. That's the stated NSSM200 objective, isn't it? Its policy is to kill as many people as possible in order to preserve the targeted countries' raw materials for the future needs of the USA and the West. Now we have reached the point that we must repair the damage that is fast becoming unmanageable, and we must do this as fast as is logistically possible in order to preserve whatever human civilization we have left on this planet. This consideration makes my request a high priority national security issue, doesn't it? The USA needs to open its aid-tap along this line before the people of India become desperate enough to take us to court over the issue, which they could, for the damage we have done to them as a people.

      "Just imagine, Fred, the size of the compensation claims that might be launched," I added. "Can you imagine what huge claims could be made for the millions of deaths that our policies have intentionally caused all around the world? Just consider the banning of the DDT pesticide as an example, which falls into the NSSM200 policy objective. DDT had once nearly eradicated malaria. Now with the ban in force that takes away the only defense that poor countries have, the scourge of malaria is back again in a big way. Malaria that was once nearly eradicated is infecting hundreds of millions of people again and is causing millions of agonizing deaths every year. Of course this was our goal, Fred. One of the arguments for banning DDT was that DDT enabled too many people to live. It was later admitted that America's banning of DDT was a political decision. The environmental arguments against the DDT have all been scientifically disproved. The policy objective was to kill human beings on a larger scale than war. We are doing this now. In Africa a person dies of malaria every 30 seconds. For India the figure might be worse.

      "Of course, the case of the DDT ban is just a small example of the murderous intent of our policies, Fred, with which we are trashing the humanity that defines us as human being. That's what we do when we intentionally cause untold millions of deaths around the world by a policy of intention. NSSM200 clearly states in its 120-page context that the selective destruction of human populations is our policy.

      "Just imagine, Fred, if the people of the world pry open the compensation flood gate for this intentional murdering. How huge do you suppose would the global compensation case become for this single issue alone? And then add to that list all the other cases of our silent murdering that justly demand compensation claims, like for the CFC ban, or AIDS, which can all be arguably linked directly to NSSM200. NSSM200 became policy in 1975. AIDS hit the global scene five years later. The connection has been carefully covered up, but the timing suggests that the whole world has a pretty good case against us, which could be unimaginably costly in compensation claims that could shut our entire country down. The medical van project that I am requesting funding for would cost our country next to nothing in comparison, while it has the potential to take the wind out of the sails of the compensation-claims fleet. What I am requesting has the potential to start something positive, to start a trend that just might put the lid on this issue before it explodes into something unimaginably big. Can you imagine how big this can get when it is put onto the global agenda to be decided on by an international tribunal? Then add to this the damage we have caused to people all over the world with the radioactive pollution that our DU bombs have caused that keeps on killing forever.

      I think we have a chance to repair some of the damage before it reflects itself back to us and destroys us in the same manner as we aimed to destroy other nations. The train on this issue has probably already left the station. We have to stop it along the way, before it gets to where it is going. Would you kindly help?"

      With the click of the mouse my reply was on its way. It was easy to go asleep after that, with the start of a solution in mind.



      Indira was already soundly asleep by the time the reply was composed and sent off. Since there was only one bed in the bedroom, and a huge one at that, I quietly joined her.



      The next morning came all too soon. However, it began most pleasantly. I woke to the sight of a beautiful smile. The curtains were still drawn to keep the sun out. "Awake, awake!" I heard her say gently. "Happy Peter-day!" she added and grinned. "I greet you and I kiss you," she added gently after her grin gave way to her normal gentle smile again.

      Would this become her daily morning greeting, I wondered? If so, what a 'heaven' I had yet to look forward to. I loved this greeting. And oh, how much better it sounded than just, good morning, or hi there!

      This morning her greeting was followed up with a long drawn-out kiss. Also it was followed up with an invitation for breakfast on the balcony. Wow! What a treat! And there on the balcony I was greeted again.

      "Happy Peter-day!" she repeated when I joined her in the sunshine of a new day.

      "Happy Indira-day!" I replied and began to grin. "We can both have our day together you know."

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