Original Sin, as it is called, says that the Fall of Man was when Adam and Eve Betrayed God. Go said to them, ‘the day that eat from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil you shall surely die’.
He was not speaking to Adam and Eve as individuals, but as Man and Woman, who are our evolutionary ancestors as humans that split us off from primates.
Humans will never stop growing until they know as much as God. The Fall of Man was a mere trip over a stone on the garden path, and to think otherwise is to not see the wood for trees. It is human’s pursuit of the truth about a reality we can’t access that drives us, and will lead to the End of Man.
Money can’t grow an economy, but machines, goods and knowledge can. The servant will not become a master by wearing his master’s shoes and walking his master’s path, nor talking and feeling like him. Only by a constant revolution of developing knowledge, goods and machines that will make his master redundant will things become better for him and fellow humans, and lead to humans finding the cure for poverty and privilege.
Man has never stopped trying to know as much as God. He built the tower of Babylon, a co-operative enterprise, to be as tall as God, another fall of Man, but he kept his flag flying, knowing he is not a hopeless case, being lifted up to new horizons by humans, in the hope his dreams would one day come true.
Every thought a human has is an embodiment of the nakedness of Adam and Eve. It is only through science and technology that humans can ever know as much as God. The medicines that cure, the instruments that give precision, are human’s root to knowing all God knows. If other humans cannot see one’s knowledge, then there is no way humans as a collective can know as much as God.
Judgement Day shall not be any date on any imaginary calendar where Man will be lifted from his shadows, but the day that Man will be out of luck. He will have been over the world, and will move nowhere, as he will know so much that he destroys himself and his fellow human beings. All things will fall apart, Man will be brought down to the start, and humans will have to start again to lift Man out of the shadows.
The privacy of children who do not know the consequence of their actions and those whom they may trust is sacrament. It was not until Adam and Eve started human’s evolutionary journey towards knowing as much as God through eating the forbidden fruit that they realised the consequences of their actions [Genesis 3:7]. This loss of innocence due to the deception of the serpent should not be repeated. Anyone who so denies a child of their innocence will need to ask for the forgiveness of Christ on the Day of Judgment.
Revelation says that on Judgment Day the forces of evil will be embodied in one man who shall go by the number of 666 [Revelation 13:18]. Therefore it is forbidden to number humans as if they were unsacred cows and by providing means to reveal their identity through the use of an identifying serial number in place of their real name, except on Judgment Day.
The privacy of public figures should be protected so as to protect those who worship them as idols against God’s law [Exodus 34:17], whom are not able to protect themselves from exploitation.
People should never forget that God is all seeing. Until the day that science has advanced to the stage that humans know as much as God then they shall use available scientific knowledge to ensure fellow humans know they are being watched over and protected.
It is April 1 2011. Just under a month ago, the Welsh Assembly was awarded primary legislative powers, in an overwhelming victory for the Yes campaign.
After having read a letter in the South Wales Evening Post a few months earlier, Sean Connery pours his millions into hiring the best lawyers to fulfil his independence dreams. The Supreme Court, considering UK and European constitutional law rules that because Wales and Scotland are unicameral nations, needing only permission of the Queen to make a law, they should be considered sovereign nations and therefore independent.
Panic strikes Downing Street. Depty Prime Minister Nick Clegg frantically calls his Prime Minister David Cameron: â€˜Dave, Dave, weâ€™ve lost control of Wales and Scotland â€“ the Courts said we canâ€™t control them anymore, what can we do?â€™. â€œCalm down Nick, calm Nick, Iâ€™m sure thereâ€™s somethingâ€ â€“ â€œYou could be right Dave – YES THERE IS! I remember learning at my exclusive school in Westminster that when people elect a Parliament it can do whatever it wants, and overrule the Courtsâ€™, â€˜So Nick, we can put a Bill through Parliament and reverse the decision? But wonâ€™t the public hate us?â€, â€œDonâ€™t you worry yourself Dave, Iâ€™m fully prepare for this â€“ I did a degree in Social Anthropology at the elite Cambridge University, there is nothing about manipulating the people I donâ€™t know aboutâ€, â€œOk, but what about Churchill, he sent in the troops, I donâ€™t want to be as hated as he isâ€, â€œHe was both Conservative and Liberal Dave, only hated in his time â€“ the silly sops voted him their greatest Briton recently, so theyâ€™ll forgive usâ€
Days later, emergency legislation is in Parliament. The news hits Cardiff â€“ The Plaid/Labour administration goes into disarray. There are mass protests on the streets. Government buildings are trashed, police are hospitalised as they lose control, refuse goes uncollected for weeks, sewer systems burst, filling the streets with sewerage, there are sounds of children crying, dogs howling, and police sirens wailing.
The Prime Minister declares a State of Emergency, but continues to push his legislation through. The House of Lords does everything in its Â power to stop it, from making amendment after amendment, debate after debate, but each time the old Etonian and Westminster boys send it back. They make no changes, after the third attempt it goes through and becomes law. Wales is now under full control of the Secretary of State for Wales.
The Government send in the Army, for many people it is like the Tonypandy riots and miners strikes rolled into one, but with greater intensity. The UN gets involved and issues a resolution against the United Kingdom. David Cameron, using every trick he learned on the playing fields of Eton clings to power. Peace keepers enter the UK, trying to restore order.
The UK is in disarray, the whole world is watching. Iran place sanctions on all UK arms imports. China dismisses the repressive nature of United Kingdom politics as the most abhorrent in history. All Northern Ireland parties issue a statement calling on the people of Wales and Scotland to cease their violence and engage in peaceful negotiation.
In the mists of what might be Wales and the UKâ€™s darkest hour since the Second World War, two businessmen, from modest backgrounds consider the implications. One of them, Lord Alan Sugar, upset and disgusted about how powerless he was to stop the law going through Parliament, because of a centuries old Act of Parliament that didnâ€™t even go through the Lords before getting Royal Assent. Feeling in a state of guilt, he looks through all the news to see what started it all, and whether there was anything that could have been done different. He comes across a report of how Sean Connery used the Supreme Court to change things, and thought that he could try to do the same.
He contacts his friend, Michael Moritz, fellow state-school educated entrepreneur and millionaire. They hire the same lawyers, who worked on Sean Conneryâ€™s case. Some of them were graduates from former polytechnics, only getting as far as they could because Labour introduced tuition fees so their university was able to provide more places on their law courses. Some of them had only got as far as they did, because they went to school when the Assisted Places scheme was in place, so even though their parents were poor, they could have access to private education, which made it easier for them to get into Oxford, without the snobbery that they went to a state school that others experience.
Months later, after argument after argue, legal case citation after legal citation, the Supreme Court rules that for the reason that one House of Parliament has no greater supremacy than the other and in considering the balance been conflict case law and precedent, that the decision that manifestos carry â€˜no legitimate expectationsâ€™ should be reversed, and the rule that one House cannot obstruct the other if there is a manifesto commitment should be interpreted to mean that an Act of Parliament should not be passed unless it is part of a manifesto commitment.
As both Houses are now equal, the Queen calls upon Baroness Thatcher and asks her if she wants to form a government â€“ she agrees. Both Chambers quickly agree a Constitutional Reform Act. A referendum is held in Great Britain and Northern Ireland, on whether the House of Lords and Commons should be merged and called the â€˜House of Representativesâ€™, which consider of citizenâ€™s appointed on the basis of the national parliamentâ€™s individual criteria for recognising the people who have made the greatest contribution and sacrifices for society. Parliaments are proposed in England, Scotland, and Wales, and their Bills have to be pass both the national legislative and Westministerâ€™s House of Representatives, with Northern Ireland staying unchanged. It also proposes that ultimate sovereignty should reside in the Supreme Court, not in the national legislatures, House of Representatives, nor or the newly created directly elected Executive, who canâ€™t transfer any power to Europe or any other international body, without the treaties first being scrutinised by the House of Representatives, and only then after an resolution being passed in each of the legislatures in Northern Ireland, Wales, Scotland and England.
There is a resounding â€˜Yesâ€™ vote. UN peace keepers leave, and early elections are held, for the first ever directly elected Prime Minister, the first cabinet appointed by proportional representation, and elections to legislative bodies. For the first time in history, power is given to the judiciary over politicians, control to the British nations and Northern Ireland who are affected by the decisions is consider by the European Court of Human Rights as the level at which margins of appreciation are assessed. The public are granted protection from each legislatureâ€™s politicians and the Prime Minister and his Executive, through all laws having to be agreed by the ordinary people at the House of Representatives in Westminster and subject to interpretation ofÂ the Supreme Court in Middlesex Guildhall on London’s Parliament Square, under the principle of â€˜proportionalityâ€™.
I feel relieved to be alive, to have survived a gruesome death. I donâ€™t understand why I was the only one to get away. I feel a sense of guilt, as if it is wrong that it is only me that is still here. I keep wondering how it could have happened, why it was I got on that plane on that day. I should stop thinking about how I got here and more where Iâ€™ll go next.
I can smell the scent of the ghastly sea-weed that has been roasting in the devastating heat of the morning sun. The smell of mackerel frying in sun pierces my sinuses as it engulfs the atmosphere with its invading odour leaving me feel nauseous. The beach around me looks like a graveyard of what once lived and what now ceases to exist. I can see the sand stretching into the distance, wreckage from the plane scattered all over the place and masses of rocks and sea-weed sporadically arranged like paint thrown against an uneven wall.
The tide is continuing to come in and I see no way out. I feel trapped and scared, wondering what will become of me, whether I will have survived all this and be left to die in the unforgiving sea. I can hear the crashing of the waves onto the rocks, each time their destructive force hitting that bit harder.
Ahead of me I can see a sheer cliff-face, as high as no other I had seen before. It was as if it had been erected in order to keep intruders away from the mainland, to be a barrier to anyone who dared go further. The wind is whistling fiercely through the trees and crevices of the cliff, almost muted by the sound of the sea gulls, ravaging for food like a pack of starved beasts.
As I start to walk toward the cliff, I feel the rough sand on my feet, as if it is cutting through me like masses of broken glass that has been shattered to form a persistent obstacle. The burning sun on my face attempts to force me away, its brightness acting like a barrier to freedom. As I struggle on my way I feel the sharpness of the rocks digging into my feet like lion claws trying to drag me back into the wilderness where mother nature rules supreme.
I approach the cliff and can see the green moss built up on the surface, acting like a maximum marker on a Pyrex measuring jug. I know that if I do not try to climb now I will become just another meal for a merciless ocean that feasts on the vulnerable and devours the defenceless.
With no other option, I reach for a rock-handle. The jagged edges cut through my hand like a razor blade, but I pull myself up anyway. As I try to balance with my bleeding feet, I feel the rocks digging into them like a sharp wooden steak that has hit its target.
Even as I begin to ascend, those vulture-like gulls swoop down on me like assassins from hell, squawking like out of control beasts. As I near the top, I reach out for what must be the last rock I will ever have to hold. The rock comes free and I lose my balance â€“ once again, I am struggling for my life. It was as if that rock had withstood centuries of storms and gales only to prevent me from reaching safety. In desperation, I leap toward the top, grappling with the cliff I scramble for any firm piece of rock I can find.
Despite everything being against me I have done it, I have reach the top of this precipitous cliff. Feeling out of breath and weak, I collapse to the ground. But, as I lift my head I can see a path in front of me, it must lead somewhere. Perhaps all this effort was not wasted after all.
I feel cold and wet, my clothes are torn and dishevelled. I must look like an innocent antelope after it has been torn to shreds by a possessed lion. I decide to struggle onto towards the path and try to stand up using what strength I have left. With each step I make, the sharp gravel of the path digs deeper and deeper into my battered feet. I feel like an untrained Arabian firewalker that wishes he had bought a pair of sandals.
I eventually reach the end of the path and stagger towards what looks like an ancient manor house clouded in an eerie mist. As I get closer, I see a large weatherworn oak door with a handle-bell covered in cobwebs, as if it has not been used for centuries. Knowing this is the only chance I have, I ring the bell. A loud, hollow sound rings throughout the building, and although it sounds like the house is empty, I wait anyway.
After waiting for about five minutes, I feel like giving up, but then I hear the sound of the door unlocking. I feel a sense of hope and relief, it is like the feeling when you hear the voice of a telephone operator after listening to Mozartâ€™s 7th Symphony for the last hour. The door creaks open and I see a pleasant looking woman dressed in black. She appears very severe, but her frilly white cap and apron made her seem more appealing. She smiles at me and asked me to wait, then closes the door. As the door closes and the dust blows up in my face I sense my hopes have been dashed, my stomach feels like a red-hot needle is piercing it. I have gone through all this and now my only chance of survival seems like it is drifting away.
Despite all my panicking, the woman returns an invites me into the house. There is a dusky smell and I feel a chilling coldness on my arms as I enter the building. I am directed into a room where a woman who introduces herself as Harriet Seymour asks me how I come to be here. I explain to her the plane crash and she sympathises, offering me a warm bath and change of clothes. I gladly accept.
The maid runs the bath for me and directs me to the room. I get in the bath and I feel the pain of my open wounds, but the feeling of the calming heat relaxes me, it is close to a feeling of ecstasy in which every emotion reaches a soothing climax. When I get out of the bath, I notice the nightwear that the maid has left for me. I dry myself and put them on along with the dressing gown. I thank the maid and go straight to bed. I feel like I havenâ€™t slept in days.
As I wake up at about seven oâ€™clock the next morning, I can see the blinding sun shining through the window. I rub my eyes and stretch my arms, wondering whether I have the strength to get up. At that moment the maid walks in carrying a tray, I can smell the scent of a full English breakfast fill the room and immediately I sit up, I havenâ€™t had one of these for years.
After giving me the tray, the maid asks if I would like her to call a taxi and I agree. After having my breakfast, I get dressed into the clothes that she left for me. They look like something my granddad would wear, but I guess its better than nothing.
As I start walking down the stairs, I hear the horn of the taxi. I thank Mrs Seymour and the maid for the assistance they gave me and start to leave the house. I get into the taxi and notice the driver looking at me with a perplexed expression on his face. I wave goodbye to Mrs Seymour and close the door. As the driver accelerates off, I look back and the house has gone, all that is left is a ruin.