The Wooden Room

The Wooden Room By C. R. Hamilton

The essence of character development begins at infancy. Love,

security, and happiness must compose the core of the heart at

this stage, if not, environmental influences supplement the

unbalance. When this happens, a person is subject to evolve into

a victim of the general surroundings. The day care environment

is a supplement to what is lacking in millions of today's

children and young adults. However, is the environment

sufficient and effective enough to replace love, security, and

happiness? In respects to bible prophecy of the last days, with

a generation of emotionally deprived children supplemented by

societies technological imagery and prefabricated morals, the

future of this world is destined for rule of an imperious

authority.

The day of Armageddon is one in which the world challenges the

possibility of a Supreme Being. An army composed of a one-world

government, wearied by the presence of the Israeli nation,

marches upon the land of Israel to rid the world of Jews forever

under the orders of the antichrist. The army is a conglomeration

of various cultures and nations that have scientifically proven

the nonexistence of any god other than the New World's leader. A

multicultural world one might say. The perfect unity of the

dwellers of earth finally accomplishing world peace and harmony,

eliminating racial prejudice, discrimination, terrorism, world

hunger, and suffering. By the power of imagery and virtual

deception, the antichrist deceives the world, and the last

obstacle to world dominance is the riches in the land of Israel.

To obtain world peace, there must be cooperation of all the

world's nations. To solve the world's problem one voice must

bellow over millions. To capture the attention of the world,

relate to them through the one thing shared among all, the one

thing enjoyed by all. The one thing that indoctrinates them all:

the computer. This is the power of the antichrist, the

biblically prophesied "beast" that is to make the entire world

wonder before it. Spitting out images of man's creation and

virtual scenes of the desires of life without consequences, this

"beast" subtly instructs its followers to believe lies about the

Creator of humankind. A thin line easily separates what is true

from fictional characteristics of technology. Men should raise

the children, women are built to provide, men and men are OK,

and women and women are natural. Sedatives increase intellect,

sexual capability, and relieve stress. Faster is better, no time

for tedious mannerism. The world is better off this way.

Time is moving faster and society must race to keep up with

technology, which hastens against time. Businesses demand higher

performance from workers in order to produce quality, available

toys for the forever-bored consumer. There is room for everyone

in this game of virtual life. No quotas, preferences, or even

time to discriminate, Civil rights for all. The programmer, the

technician, the analyst, the net-worker, the designer, the web

hacker, all crowd the classifieds over the librarian, the

writer, the laborer, the secretary, the teacher. Gender is not a

factor, neither race, creed, nor color. There are provisions for

whatever the situation, pregnancy, death in the family,

sickness, or child and healthcare, all accompanied through

government policy. The rewards are great, ones that entertain

the mind after 12 hours of production. Thirty-two inch,

forty-five inch, and seventy-inch screens invade what use to be

the family gathering place, but are now the home entertainment

center where quality time is spent.

Mornings are hectic in the New World. Mom is up with her soccer

uniform on, dad may or may not be there, it does not matter

anymore, it is OK. Marriage is desired but, hey, been there,

done that, what is next? The kids gobble down highly sugarcoated

or frosted chemical by-products of favorite cartoon characters,

heroes who stand in the place of dad, whether there or not. Out

the door to the oversized van or the sports utility vehicle

manufactured for expanding the account of a marketer somewhere

in Arizona. The baby, the third and last child - because of

dirty looks from the neighbors - is strapped helplessly into the

government regulated "burden" seat and driven to the nearest

socialist adolescent camp. Yes, cared for adequately by a

passable educator of a being and the other 450 adolescent

socialist of the New World, the child smiles happily because it

is among its people, its subjugated peers, its future

commandants. Next, dropped at the minimal security educational

institute up the street, the older of the children begin the

multicultural day among a variety of color and sexual

preferences. Entering the building along with associates and

fellow clique members, all wearing NWO (New World Order)

T-shirts, slipping through the high tech security door, they

head to the first class, Alternative Lifestyle 101. Some go to

the institutionally required course Sexual Decisions: Middle

Level Premarital Education 101. Down the hall and out the only

other door is the Technology building that offers courses in

Allusionary Imagery 101, Simulated Human Cloning 101, 102,

Advanced Global Shield Physics, and Social Order by way of

Persuasive Democracy, a cap-stone course. While passing through

thirty-foot wide hallways, the graffiti-stained walls

(expressions of the student's feelings) brighten the atmosphere

making statements of what the future will bring. Curse words

echo the hallway mixed with screaming lyrics from $400 compact

disc boxes extorted from parents by the kids through guilt.

Glitters of light bounce from the faces and mouths and bellies

and fingers of kids who express creativity through the ear,

nose, throat, eye, and tongue-rings. Teachers, or faculty,

compromise with kids to enter the class with an anxious eye,

promising them medically prescribed drugs in order for all just

to make it through the day, or just get along.

Flashbacks of the wooden room hunt the kids all day. Anxiety

attacks press them sore and they move around, and talk and talk

and move around. They sit in the emotionally prepared classroom

and reflect to the past of the wooden room. They curse parents

in the depths of the heart and glance at a friend across the

emotional battlefield. The friend glances back with a deaden

look, also remembering the wooden room. Other kids sense the

reflection, the anxiety, and the inability not to move, not

talk, and not move. They too, remember the wooden room. The room

imbedded the minds of all the kids. Branded onto the brain like

a tattoo, like the one on her hip, his forearm, her shoulder,

his hand, her breast, and his back, her behind, his belly.

Imbedded like the illusions of combat inside the machine at the

corner store where they meet after release from "institution."

Imbedded, like frustration and bitterness against lost time,

replaced by temporal electronics. The wooden room, so cold, so

crowded, yet so lonely. The wooden room, so blue, so red, so far

from love. When it is time to make everything better, the New

World will be a wooden room to all, and then all can rid the

world of love.

About the author:

C R Hamilton is a published author of CONTENDER: A Defense

Against False Prophets and Doctrine, and author of many articles

dedicated to life, religion, and society.

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The Wooden Room

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