Big Pharma embodies the notion that multi-national corporations are adversarial to Humans. Here is an excerpt from Jon Rappaport’s blog:

“In 1992, I was deeply engaged in researching the specific devastating effects of medical drugs. Eventually, I concluded that, at the highest levels of power, these drugs weren’t destructive by accident. They were intended to cause harm. This was covert chemical warfare against the population of the planet. The Rockefeller-Standard Oil-Farben connection was a primary piece of the puzzle.

It was, of course, Rockefeller (and Carnegie) power that had forced the birth of pharmaceutical medicine in America, with the publication of the 1910 Flexner Report. The Report was used to excoriate and marginalize Chiropractic, Homeopathy, Naturopathy, and other forms of traditional natural practice, in favor of what would become the modern juggernaut of drug-based treatment.”

The Aesthetics of the Slow Planets

When we are children the adult world is like an ill-fitting jacket; everything around you was made by someone who was born a generation or more earlier. Their aesthetics, and the configuration of the slow planets at their birth, differ from those at your birth.

Gradually this changes. First is the experience of spending more and more time with your peers, and then your generation enters the workforce. By the time we experience our mid-30s through mid-40s, most that is new in the world has been designed by our peers. From appliances to cars, stereo buttons, app design and even philosophy, the aesthetics of the slow planets governing you and your peers birth become a driving and dominant force in the world.

Then, just as slowly as this dominance developed, it begins to erode. By age 60 nearly all that is new is created by people a generation younger than you. The world is once again an ill-fitting jacket, and becomes more so with advancing age, until finally, at death, the world is so poorly fitting we can’t persist in it a moment longer.

Three Erroneous Plausibilities Regarding the Nature of Reality

While I am convinced that the true nature of our predicament will be surprising, even baroque, should we learn it, and therefore all speculation is moot, the views in circulation are so terribly wrong I feel compelled to spell out a few more likely scenarios:

One: The progenitor is a gangster god and treats this universe as its private casino in order to experience the upside of duality without the downside.  The denizens of this universe suffer exactly as casino-goers suffer and with a similar elan.

Two: Consciousness is a parasitic virus and is running its course.

Three: Conscious entities have so thoroughly plumbed creative opportunities that they seek increasingly arcane venues for the novelties offered.  Think of our lifetime here as a ten minute trance bought and paid for at a carnival.  You sit drooling in a chair, with plans to hit a multi-dimensional roller coaster afterwards, as your Human life unfolds, decade after decade after decade. When you awake you are handed a napkin for the drool. At least half of those who choose the “ride” softly mutter “fuck” after opening their eyes.