The Abundance Paradigm Novella; Chapter 4 – 2024 edition

No, not the crappy new age BS that was put out to obfuscate this work

The Abundance Paradigm

by Amaterasu Solar

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Foreword 2024

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I wrote this novella in 2008, and have versions of it posted around the web. I will post each chapter in a separate post, and link to previous chapters as I go. There are 12 chapters to the book, and I may not post every day, so I don’t know how long it will be before We get to the end.

The first two chapters provide the setting for what things will look like in the future, and in the third, the diary of Amelia Ringer arrives to give offset.

I was much more naive back then, so do forgive the naiveté. I also changed a few things from the original, but mostly left it alone. See You at the end.

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Chapter 4

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We paused briefly to dress; I chose a warm, fine wool drape – so fine a wool that it felt of fine velvet rather than fine wool – that fell to my knees in soft folds of red cascade. To this I added a belt of intricate Mayan symbols, wrought in gold and mounted closely on a titanium structure reminiscent of a snake’s skin – a gift from Noni, who was now doing more than site-seeing, digging in the Central American Pyramids with an archaeological team. On my feet I pulled boots, with deep treads and shin high lacing. The boots were red, too.

Lee wore boots (as I had suggested), jeans just the right amount of snug, and a gray wool jacket with hood pulled over his head and the zipper allowing just the right amount of his chest in view.

Taking his hand I led him out to the terrace and we looked at the white sands, liberally dotted with large black stones, of a beach that ran north and south. We were looking inland from a point about 20 feet above the crashing surf that rolled in its ever-steady yet chaotic way into the stones and over the sands of the beach. From where we stood, the 15 foot high, dark cliffs that hedged the beach about 50 feet inland could be peeked over, showing a lush forest of short growth with trees liberally interspersed. The feature most prominent was the gash in the wall of the cliffs.

In front of us the white sand continued into a canyon with sheer cliff on either side, about 15 feet wide, with ferns covering the sides of the walls of what gave mostly the impression of a winding hallway into a temple. Finding out where that canyon led was a very inviting prospect. Lee turned to me and smiled widely but said nothing.

The house had already extended a ramp down to the beach for us, opening the energy field and sending a tube of energy around the ramp to the sands below. I took Lee’s hand to lead him into Fern Canyon.

When we reached the beach, I scanned for other people who might have chosen to visit this place at this time, but the gray, cloud-covered skies showed no one else around. I drew the crisp salt air, quite cool and damp, into my lungs, listening to the waves stroke rock and caress sand. Then we aimed for the path that led into to the cliffs, which now loomed well above our heads.

Sand crunched under foot but did not echo down the hall, so lush and buffered the walls were with ferns. The stream that splashed gently on its way to the sea amidst the sand pathway ran, crystal clear, sometimes on the left and sometimes on the right, requiring that Lee and I hop over its small width from time to time. The dripping of moisture through the ferns was as muted chimes and the laughter of the stream seemed to dance within its lattice. The path kept going, deeper and deeper, into the cliffs.

We had made the trek in silence, sharing our wonder and delight in smiles, gentle touches, and assists over the stream from time to time. Now Lee spoke, “The path is getting narrower, little by little.” I looked and confirmed that the walls of fern-laden cliffs were indeed closer together.

“I wonder how far we can go,” I mused.

Lee looked ahead, an expression of happy determination slid across his face and, through a smile, he said, “We will find out!”

I nodded eagerly. “Yes, I think so!” We took each other’s hands and continued further into the crevice.

A short while later, the walls had closed in to where we could barely walk between them. Ahead we could see only a narrow crack with ferns choking any further progress.

“Looks like the end,” I stated with a bit of disappointment that we hadn’t come to a temple as the path had initially promised in its almost manufactured appearance.

Lee nodded. “Still, what an awesome place, this canyon.”

“I’m glad you like it,” I smiled. “I was here as a child and it occurred to me that you would appreciate it as I had.”

We moved back down the canyon and found a wide spot a short way retracing our steps. The stream was running close to one wall and a large bed of sand lay in the curve of the canyon walls. We sat upon the damp carpet, leaning against one another and breathing the sweet, wet, green air. After a while, our cuddling transformed into caresses and kisses. We made love to the sounds of dripping and tumbling waters, the sand sticking to our skin.

We lay there a while, appreciating the coolness of the canyon and the presence of each other’s body. After a bit we stood and wiped sand from the other. Finally we gave up on removing all sand, and dressed as best we could with the granules still clinging. We ambled back down the canyon to the house, where we bathed away the last of the grit and made love again in the warm waters that washed us.

I lazily called to the house to make its way down the coast heading towards San Francisco, and though I could feel no movement, I knew that the house had pulled the ramp away from the shores of Fern Canyon and had lifted further into the sky, moving southward.

Lee and I slipped out of the warm water and wrapped ourselves in robes, strolling through the jungle to admire the fountain that Flo had created. I called to have a ’bottie bring the diary and we snuggled again together to read while the fountain played joyously to our right.

January 8, 2009

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I posted my article on several forums and have been getting some interesting comments and questions. The one that I found most interesting was the question about why I am so adamant about bringing about the abundance of the planet. I explained that it is a matter of ethics. As long as humans are kept in the scarcity paradigm – a paradigm built around money to define who is most “deserving” of the goods of the world, but in actuality makes slaves of all but the few to whom the money has aggregated, sapping human energy – as long as we accept this system, we will be slaves, with many dying of starvation, thirst and exposure, illness and neglect.

As long as we are controlled, leached of our money and our human energy, by corporations, we will not see the cures that are deliberately hidden and suppressed so that money can be made off our suffering, selling the patentable chemicals that further sicken us and increase what we buy to treat the illnesses induced by the first round of drugs.

It is an ethical choice to do all we can to bring abundance forth.

Another comment I received was when I pointed out that in an abundance paradigm, there will be no money needed. I was accused of being a Communist! I had to explain that Communism is a scarcity paradigm. It is predicated on the idea that there is a finite amount of resources which are divided up equally – each gets a “share.” In an abundance paradigm, one may take all one needs or wants, as there is plenty for all. This does not make Communism, but rather eliminates all money-based economies. Capitalism, Socialism, and all such systems, based on money accounting for what any individual might have to trade, become moot in an abundance paradigm. Communism is, “from each according to ability; to each according to need,” whereas in Abundancism, it is, “from each according to bliss; to each according to desire.”

So many people are convinced that abundance “won’t work!” What about greed, some ask. And again, I have to point out that in abundance, greed too becomes moot. If one can have all one wants and needs, regardless of how much that is, greed is meaningless. How could it be defined?

Value will be placed on arts and skills – richness will be measured in character rather than a bank account.

What about violent crimes? I point out that with a free interweb allowing people to congregate with those of like mind, as well as the ability to do as one wishes when one wishes, few will choose to spend time with those they do not like. Most crime is motivated by frustration – frustration over having too little money or power over one’s own life. Even rape is a crime of power, allowing the rapist the feeling of power over another.

When one has complete power over one’s life, when there is complete autonomous control over self and no others, crime will vanish as people begin to choose what they will do with their time, and who they will spend their time with. Love will flourish, while hatred will lose its teeth. With no groups “above” others, with all living as richly as each might choose, the seeds of hatred will disappear as people spend their time such that all thought of those they might hate in a scarcity paradigm seldom if ever come to mind.

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Past Chapters:

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The Abundance Paradigm Novella; Chapter 1 (article): https://amaterasusolar.substack.com/p/the-abundance-paradigm-novella-chapter

The Abundance Paradigm Novella; Chapter 2 (article): https://amaterasusolar.substack.com/p/the-abundance-paradigm-novella-chapter-cb8

The Abundance Paradigm Novella; Chapter 3 (article): https://amaterasusolar.substack.com/p/the-abundance-paradigm-novella-chapter-64f

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As My regular readers know, I ask for no money as payment for My work for Humanity. I ask for payment in shares. Please, if You feel My work has value, share with ten or more People. This will be the only way the information is spread.

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Links to My work for Humanity:

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Response to a Meme (article): https://amaterasusolar.substack.com/p/response-to-a-meme

The Dividing of Humanity to Maintain Control (article): https://amaterasusolar.substack.com/p/the-dividing-of-humanity-to-maintain

Morality and Ethics: The Difference (article): https://amaterasusolar.substack.com/p/morality-and-ethics-the-difference

Greed is a Symptom of Energy Accounting (article): https://amaterasusolar.substack.com/p/greed-is-a-symptom-of-energy-accounting

Our Children Are Not Kids! (article): https://amaterasusolar.substack.com/p/our-children-are-not-kids

Humanity Beset (article): https://amaterasusolar.substack.com/p/humanity-beset

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Signature:

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Endia – A Short Story by Amaterasu Solar
http://tapyoureit.boards.net/thread/260/endia

Quite the Opposite – A Short Story for Change – by Amaterasu Solar
http://tapyoureit.boards.net/thread/72/quite-opposite-short-story-change

The Abundance Paradigm – A Novella by Amaterasu Solar
http://tapyoureit.boards.net/thread/242/abundance-paradigm-novella

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My father taught Me never to believe anything. He told Me to place probabilities and adjust them as new data come along, asking the question, "Does that explain what I see?," when evaluating data. He was an aerospace engineer, and worked with T Townsend Brown (see My featured vid on Odysee or YouToilet). From a very early age I was concerned that the way I was told things worked, in terms of government and social affairs, did not explain what I saw. So the first few decades I worked to determine WHY this was.

I wound up in banking, seeing the flow of things in the headquarters of a major bank in Los Angeles. I became intimately familiar with the flow of money, and economics. I asked the question, "Why do We use money?"

When the web arrived, My research capabilities flourished, and I learned much that explained what I saw, but the only explanations I found for why We use money started with trade and barter, which are still money in a direct form, and did not answer the WHY. Then, I came upon the explanation that these were used because, with a finite amount of stuff, it was to ensure that We got Our "fair share" in a scarcity environment, in exchange for the work We added.

From this I realized the WHY. We were accounting for Our energy input into things. And that We needed to do this because the Human energy was scarce compared to what We needed to be produced (back then).

I also discovered that over half Our planet's wealth was "owned" by fewer than 100 Humans...

I was very interested in psychology, too. And studied it deeply, being fascinated by psychopathy, focusing on that aberration, learning that They had discovered a gene that manifested Individuals who were incapable of love, compassion, caring, and empathy for Others – primary psychopaths. Seeing that the wealth was so disproportionate, and that the families who "owned" it inbred, what would explain what I saw would be that They wanted to retain that psychopathic gene. Given that the wealth could feed, clothe, house ALL of Us (and give Us freedom) abundantly and many times over, and yet None set forth to care for Humanity, I had to give probability approaching 100% that They are psychopaths, as that explains perfectly what I see, and answers My quest for why the way I was told things worked did not explain what I saw.

And I asked... If I was a psychopath, with enough wealth to buy anything and anyOne I wanted to, and given that money = power (power over Others is something psychopaths seek), would I be motivated to create a false "reality" for the masses and thereby manipulate Them? I think You can figure out what answer I came up with. And would that explain what I see? Absolutely.

Now, given that money is merely the accounting token used to account for Our Human energy, it would follow that free energy would threaten fully the accounting for Our energy. If I was a psychopath, with enough money to buy sites like Wikipedia, the media, the education system, etc., would I do all I could to suppress and hide free energy?

And given I personally know that electrogravitics offers both gravity control and energy from the aether (the electromagnetic field that pervades the universe), and that it went into black projects, such efforts to hide and suppress would explain what I see completely.

So I am neither a "conspiracy theorist," nor am I a "conspiritard," but rather... I am a conspiracy analyst. And given this analysis, knowing that conspiracies are the NORM in history and that they didn't just stop some years back, I conclude that conspiracies abound. That explains perfectly what I see.

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Love always.