“I watched as the Lamb opened the first of the seven seals. Then I heard one of the four living creatures say in a voice like thunder, "Come and see!" I looked, and there before me was a white horse! Its rider held a bow, and he was given a crown, and he rode out as a conqueror bent on conquest.”
The rider of the white horse is Pestilence. Pestilence is bent on conquest. He is close to victory.
Cancer is rampant; heart disease is rampant; how many others could I name? They are legion. Obesity rates are soaring. HIV is widespread. E-boli was a warning shot across the bows. Its brethren are ripe to follow, kept temporarily at bay only by WHOs early-warning systems. Diseases that had been “eradicated” are mysteriously making a come back. The re-appearance of tuberculosis is making headline news. Outbreaks of SARS and various other contagions have swept the world in the last few years. Flu, which used to be feared, which caused more deaths after WWI than the war itself, is now one of the lesser threats. There are diseases rampaging through the animal kingdom to which humans are ever more susceptible: foot and mouth disease, Mad Cow Disease, bird flu, “blue tongue”……...
In the days when chestnut sellers were a common sight on street corners, did people drop dead with analeptic shock? I doubt it, but certainly not in the droves they do today. If the growing count of allergies continues, we will all soon, like astronauts, be supping our processed food through straws. And it will then only be a short step to existence within hermetically sealed bubbles for fear of airborne allergens.
Pestilence is also poised to conquer the mind. Each and every one of you has an appointment with him. You can no more escape it than your appointment with Death. Mental dysfunctions and diseases are sweeping through the population: schizophrenia, manic depression, depression, autism (and all its relatives --- psychologists agree that most of the population has already succumbed to autism), anger, anxiety disorders, ADD, PTSD, ADHD, Alzheimer’s, dementia, Tourette’s syndrome,…………..
And what burden is placed on those few of you who remain functional? The Day of the Triffids tells the story: an alien species attacks and blinds most of the world’s population. The rare few who did not loose their sight became an extremely valuable commodity, living in fear of being hunted down and enslaved, forced to become the eyes of the sightless. “Carers” will become slaves to those who are mentally or physically diseased.
“When the Lamb opened the second seal, I heard the second living creature say, "Come and see!" Then another horse came out, a fiery red one. Its rider was given power to take peace from the earth and to make men slay each other. To him was given a large sword.”
The rider of the red horse is War. He is rampant. He is everywhere. You cannot avoid him. He is all around you and he is in you, in your mind.
The world is a war ground. Every institution is an arena of war. Life is a struggle for survival in a competitive world. That is war. Experts tell you that you cannot trust your own mind or body, but instead must impose their rules upon yourself. These set up a war with your own natural instincts.
People fight the flab; they fight high cholesterol; they fight alcohol addiction; they fight the pressure to spend money in every supermarket; they fight to withstand the brainwashing of advertisers; at work they have to deal with conflicting demands; they have to fight to maintain their self-respect and self-confidence and to keep their job and fending off encroachments and challenges from colleagues; they have to fight to make themselves heard; at home they have to fight to meet the demands of modern living; they have to deal with all the conflicts of family life………….there is no end to it, no where one can escape conflict.
Then you switch on the news and there is a new physical war somewhere; someone is protesting about something; there is a new terrorist attack; someone has been murdered or molested; the government has declared war on the latest scapegoat in society, perhaps people on benefits, people without jobs, tax dodgers; someone is fighting for their rights.
Then you turn to films or novels for some escape, but every narrative is based upon conflict, and the highest form of literature is tragedy. Chess is a game of war. The football pitch is an arena of war. The Olympic Games is a field of war. Internet forums are battlegrounds. And then there are video games…….!
People LOVE war. The rider of the red horse has to make no effort at all.
“When the Lamb opened the third seal, I heard the third living creature say, "Come and see!" I looked, and there before me was a black horse! Its rider was holding a pair of scales in his hand. Then I heard what sounded like a voice among the four living creatures, saying, "A quart of wheat for a day's wages, and three quarts of barley for a day's wages, and do not damage the oil and the wine!"”
The rider of the black horse is Famine. Famine exacts his price. He has stripped you bare. You have been so long starving in the wasteland that you mistake a mouldy crust of bread for a banquet.
Your wealth is an illusion. Your world is desolate. Your life is barren. Your mind is a wasteland; the soil become dust, poisoned and infertile. Fear of loneliness haunts you.
Possession results in famine. Copyright laws, patents, intellectual property laws, all the legal paraphernalia that prevents humans from freely sharing thoughts and ideas, has resulted in famine.
Knowledge is just something that goes into memory. Stuff that contributes to understanding, one takes in and DIGESTS. In the case of understanding, one may not remember specifics, but “food for thought” nourishes our overview of the world and encourages the growth of that overview. If one is not developing understanding, one is not digesting. The result is famine.
Expertise is famine. Information is famine. Political correctness is famine. Education is famine. The exam system is famine. Working for money is famine.
The major symptom of famine is money. The society, our society, which knows the price of everything and the value of nothing, is a starved society.
“When the Lamb opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth living creature say, "Come and see!" I looked and there before me was a pale horse! Its rider was named Death, and Hades was following close behind him. They were given power over a fourth of the earth to kill by sword, famine, and plague, and by the wild beasts of the earth.”
Behold a pale horse. Look to your left, look to your right, look all around you, look inside you, the pale horse is everywhere and his rider is Death.
From the moment you are born, you begin to die by degrees.
The first death is childhood dreams and ambitions, the ones that really matter, that are crucial to the individual, are not nurtured (when did schools/society last show any interest whatsoever in a child’s dreams and ambitions?). They are trampled underfoot in the rush to get that child fit to enter the world of work i.e. to become a slave to a strange, mysterious and sinister master, “the economy”.
People are prevented from being individuals, from being who they are born to be. They are prevented from thinking for themselves. They must think what the government tells them to think, or what science tells them to think, they must say what they are told to say and must do what they are told to do. This is another death.
Fashion and experts dictate what you must like and dislike, what you must wear, how you must decorate your home, what is worthy in the arts. This is a death.
The arts, music and literature are in the hands of business who dictate to the artist. This is death.
You die a little every day. Physical death is merely the body failing when there is no mind to keep it going.
The Four Horsemen are abroad. Once they have been loosed, they cannot be recalled. This is apocalypse. You know I’m speaking the truth. You see it all around you every day. You hear it every time you switch on the news. You’re just too frightened to admit it. You have sown the storm, and you must reap the whirlwind.
This is the price you must pay for your lust for power.
(Google Durer's Apocalypse yourself to save me another death!)
Enjoy the apocalypse.
PS: Another little death happened today, the death of a favourite local amenity. A neglected riverside port with tiny village thus far home to wildlife and a small local shipyard where I have been accustomed to visiting once weekly: on today’s visit I was unable to find anywhere to park because on one side of the harbour the small boatyard has extended into a muddy wasteland littered with skips and containers and serviced by a steady trickle of industrial vehicles, while on the other side where the car parking used to be, a sewage works is under construction.