The New Gods.


I wrote this piece thirteen years ago… still valid me thinks.

                                  Who are The New Gods?


WE The People have been slowly prepared by the Powers That Be to revere the said powers that be and the powers that were to become our gods.

Once upon a time, God – all knowing and omniscient – helped those who needed Her/Him/It. God (the higher power) ‘gave’ us Mother Earth (Nature) who in turn provided us with the Fruits of the Earth in order to maintain physical/spiritual health.

 If one looks at various Holy Books from around the world and time periods, God did not condemn the use of ‘magic’ mushrooms,  cannabis and other plants as they were the keys to unlock our minds, our souls, and see the world in different ways. These plants were not the forbidden fruit as man has suggested in the Judeo/Christian context, but power plants – power organisms – that created a ladder to the proverbial heavens, the universe, in order that we might serve God/Fellow Humans/Mother Earth and learn.

 But some men – not yet fully evolved humans (who know how to use their minds, who do not need to be greedy or selfish… yes our species has not fully evolved.. we are still – it seems – mere mammals) – and in positions of authority – used this power to dupe the ignorant.

Man made their own omniscient beings through culture, indoctrinated beliefs, superstitions, ignorance and yes hopes. Emerging from the culture and traditions were stories of god-like entities with the likes of Santa Claus, Leprechauns, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy all of whom kept an eye on you. These god-like entities knew who was naughty or nice (thus taking some of the burden away from the parents to be sure), and instilled in children that ‘someone’ was always watching.

Big Brother did not emerge with the book 1984 by George Orwell. Big Brother was already there, hidden in our traditions, hidden in the shadows of our various cultures, lurking under various guises and disguises, just waiting for someday when technology afforded the Powers That Be – AKA governments & large corporations –  to be Big Brother or better – that omniscient god (who was always watching) to see who they deemed naughty or nice.

Now there are cameras are everywhere, Orwell’s worst nightmare.

A satellite or drone may see you smoking a joint in the ‘privacy’ of your own backyard.

The only victims in victim-less crimes are those being busted for victim-less crimes.

The Powers That Be have consolidated their Power and there are no more secrets.

WE The People were warned and we heeded not that warning.

The various governments around the world and the Corporate entities that control them, or work with them, ARE that god, that big brother.  They are now that omniscient being…  they can now know your every move, your every click of the mouse. They can know what you eat, where you go, what programs and porn you watch.  And they record it all – so someone will see it someday.

The People of the World did not read the small print. We voted the politicians in who had their strings pulled by corporate banks… and in essence… we fucked ourselves.

We are now used to the idea of being “watched” as we are conditioned from childhood. Santa Claus – looking into his magic snowball – is the secret police, the NsA, the cIa… and all the other entities with dangerous initials.  

We could say that we live in a world of paranoia, but the only ones who are paranoid are the ones that are glued to the mass media spewing mass hysteria AND the ones who actually pay attention and understand just how powerful Santa Clause has become. They understand how the world is being shaped by the few who have the power to shape it.

Has our world run away?  Are we now trapped in a vicious circle from which there is no escape?

People of the world, you need to vote and play the game on the surface but pay attention! Teach the younger generation to Question Authority. Teach them how to think critically… and in order to teach them, you must practice this yourself.

Imagine there’s no country. Just us. Alone on this Earthy Spaceship floating through the universe.

Let the seeds of love, peaceful anarchy, empathy and understanding germinate.

Rise up and fight for your freedoms.

The pursuit of happiness is not just financial success, but Freedom.   Freedoms that are eroding, are being taken away as you smile and think, I feel safe! My benevolent government is watching out for me! It is protecting me from evil forces outside our borders

You have bought the lie they sold you thus securing (y)our demise….

The Powers That Be want total control… they make Mother Nature’s Gifts illegal, they punish instead of educating The People. 

Because of our ignorance, We The People will suffer – and it is just the beginning.

What will we do about it?


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Gypsi AKA The Militant Hippi

Written: September 27, 2003

Saturday 1:35 PM

Edited October 27, 2004

Wednesday, 3:44PM

Edited again March 11, 2016


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A Child, His Mother, God & Shit

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I was about eight years old when I thought I was a big man and blurted out the word Shit to show my younger brother and sister what a tough guy I was. I loved to use the word ‘shit’ and often spit the word out lavishly and with venom… out of earshot of adults of course. My brother would gasp “ooo… mommy better not hear you say that!” Smugly, I would say it a few more times.

I didn’t care who heard me. Not even God!

One summer afternoon, after lunch, I was playing with my brother and sister in the yard. We were probably arguing about something mundane – a toy perhaps – but to a child, it was of earth-shattering consequence.

Sure that I was out of earshot of my very Protestant Evangelical Fundamentalist Christian Mother who had been known to not spare the rod on occasion, I yelled out Shit! thinking that would end the earth-shattering dispute.

Immediately, I heard, PAAAAAAAAUUUUULLLL! emerge – breaking the sound barrier – from inside the house.

I cringed.

It was not the ‘PAAUULL! where are you? – come home from dinner’ yell.

Nor was it the ‘PAAUULL! Come home, it’s getting dark!’ yell.

This was clearly the ‘Oh shit, you’re in big fucking trouble’ yell.

Sheepishly, I walked into the house. My brother and sister followed cautiously behind me to see what would happen. They knew that ‘PAAUULL!’ yell all too well.

My mother called me into the living room.

“What did I just hear you say?” she asked looking me straight in the eyes. I looked away.

Ship,” I said.

It did not sound like ‘ship’ to me,” she retorted.

It wasn’t!” My brother and sister betrayed me.

Go stand in the corner,” she commanded. I walked past the piano to stand in the corner. As punishment, she told me I must repeat the word Shit for ten minutes.

This was something new! She was actually going to let me say the word Shit for ten minutes?


It started out fine and dandy and I began strong: SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! My younger brother and sister were trying to stifle their laughter as I repeated SHIT! over and over.

My mother had gone to the kitchen… but was still within earshot.

This was way better than my Evangelical Christian Mother not sparing the rod!

For the first few minutes, it was cool. I got to say the word Shit ! and I would look over my shoulder intermittently – and cautiously as one could only stare at the wall in the corner and was not permitted to look around – at my younger brother and sister complacently as they stood by watching and grinning.

After what seemed like an hour – but was in fact only five minutes – Shit stopped sounding like word.

My younger brother and sister – not able to contain themselves anymore – were laughing hysterically.

Another minute or so passed, and Shit not only stopped sounding like a word it had also lost all its meaning.

My tongue, the roof of my mouth and even my teeth began to feel numb. I did not know where the [sh] sound began and the [t] sound ended.

My mouth muscles had begun to cramp up and I stopped for a moment to try to form the word.

Did I tell you to stop?” My mother called out. “I’m adding on two more minutes!”

 I cried out. My smug smirk had long faded into an agonizing grimace.

Shit – shiiit – shi – tish – tish – shshh. shitishtishitit… I struggled.

As the 10 minute mark came and went, the word Shit fumbled out of my confused mouth as I prayed to God – whom must have been listening and looking down on the situation with glee – to have mercy and speed up time.
Finally, my mother came back to the living room, “turn around,” she ordered.

I turned slowly around.

Did you learn a lesson?” she asked.

I nodded and tried to say yes. I heard myself say Yesh instead.

I tried to say yes again. Yesh, I sputtered. I gave up and just nodded.

I vowed never to use the word Shit thereafter and indeed it was quite a while before saying the word felt natural and good again.

Once I realized I could say Shit without stuttering or feeling strange, I vowed to only use the word sparingly… and out of earshot of Mother.

A couple of years later, when Shit no longer gave me that big person feeling, I experimented with the word Fuck… but that is a whole other story.


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You might also like to read some other short stories by Boston Paul AKA The Militant Hippi:

  1. About a Great Grandfather and his Great Grandson:My Great Grandfather: When Cultures Clash. Ass kicking, long hair and Hard Knocks

    2.  This is my weapon and this is my Gun, based on real life events, a young man finds himself in Central America:

3. Hate waiting in line?  This is for you:

4. The Would Be Patriot:

5. A bit of Horror and suspense… never blow this guy’s candle out!

6. Getting Stoned at The Fair



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