The Wooden Room
By C R Hamilton, Fri Dec 9th

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 atthis stage, if not, environmental influences supplement theunbalance. When this happens, a person is subject to evolve intoa victim of the general surroundings. The day care environmentis a supplement to what is lacking in millions of today’schildren and young adults. However, is the environmentsufficient and effective enough to replace love, security, andhappiness? In respects to bible prophecy of the last days, witha generation of emotionally deprived children supplemented bysocieties technological imagery and prefabricated morals, thefuture of this world is destined for rule of an imperiousauthority.

The day of Armageddon is one in which the world challenges thepossibility of a Supreme Being. An army composed of a one-worldgovernment, wearied by the presence of the Israeli nation,marches upon the land of Israel to rid the world of Jews foreverunder the orders of the antichrist. The army is a conglomerationof various cultures and nations that have scientifically proventhe nonexistence of any god other than the New World’s leader. Amulticultural world one might say. The perfect unity of thedwellers of earth finally accomplishing world peace and harmony,eliminating racial prejudice, discrimination, terrorism, worldhunger, and suffering. By the power of imagery and virtualdeception, the antichrist deceives the world, and the lastobstacle to world dominance is the riches in the land of Israel.

To obtain world peace, there must be cooperation of all theworld’s nations. To solve the world’s problem one voice mustbellow over millions. To capture the attention of the world,relate to them through the one thing shared among all, the onething enjoyed by all. The one thing that indoctrinates them all:the computer. This is the power of the antichrist, thebiblically prophesied “beast” that is to make the entire worldwonder before it. Spitting out images of man’s creation andvirtual scenes of the desires of life without consequences, this“beast” subtly instructs its followers to believe lies about theCreator of humankind. A thin line easily separates what is truefrom fictional characteristics of technology. Men should raisethe 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 timefor tedious mannerism. The world is better off this way.

Time is moving faster and society must race to keep up withtechnology, which hastens against time. Businesses demand higherperformance from workers in order to produce quality, availabletoys for the forever-bored consumer. There is room for everyonein this game of virtual life. No quotas, preferences, or eventime to discriminate, Civil rights for all. The programmer, thetechnician, the analyst, the net-worker, the designer, the webhacker, all crowd the classifieds over the librarian, thewriter, the laborer, the secretary, the teacher. Gender is not afactor, neither race, creed, nor color. There are provisions forwhatever the situation, pregnancy, death in the family,sickness, or child and healthcare, all accompanied throughgovernment policy. The rewards are great, ones that entertainthe mind after 12 hours of production. Thirty-two inch,forty-five inch, and seventy-inch screens invade what use to bethe family gathering place, but are now the home entertainmentcenter where quality time is spent.

Mornings are hectic in the New World. Mom is up with her socceruniform on, dad may or may not be there, it does not matteranymore, it is OK. Marriage is desired but, hey, been there,done that, what is next? The kids gobble down highly sugarcoatedor frosted chemical by-products of favorite cartoon characters,heroes who stand in the place of dad, whether there or not. Outthe door to the oversized van or the sports utility vehiclemanufactured for expanding the account of a marketer somewherein Arizona. The baby, the third and last child - because ofdirty looks from the neighbors - is strapped helplessly into thegovernment regulated “burden” seat and driven to the nearestsocialist adolescent camp. Yes, cared for adequately by apassable educator of a being and the other 450 adolescentsocialist of the New World, the child smiles happily because itis among its people, its subjugated peers, its futurecommandants. Next, dropped at the minimal security educationalinstitute up the street, the older of the children begin themulticultural day among a variety of color and sexualpreferences. Entering the building along with associates andfellow clique members, all wearing NWO (New World Order)T-shirts, slipping through the high tech security door, theyhead to the first class, Alternative Lifestyle 101. Some go tothe institutionally required course Sexual Decisions: MiddleLevel Premarital Education 101. Down the hall and out the onlyother door is the Technology building that offers courses inAllusionary Imagery 101, Simulated Human Cloning 101, 102,Advanced Global Shield Physics, and Social Order by way ofPersuasive Democracy, a cap-stone course. While passing throughthirty-foot wide hallways, the graffiti-stained walls(expressions of the student’s feelings) brighten the atmospheremaking statements of what the future will bring. Curse wordsecho the hallway mixed with screaming lyrics from $400 compactdisc boxes extorted from parents by the kids through guilt.Glitters of light bounce from the faces and mouths and belliesand 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 justto make it through the day, or just get along.

Flashbacks of the wooden room hunt the kids all day. Anxietyattacks press them sore and they move around, and talk and talkand move around. They sit in the emotionally prepared classroomand reflect to the past of the wooden room. They curse parentsin the depths of the heart and glance at a friend across theemotional battlefield. The friend glances back with a deadenlook, also remembering the wooden room. Other kids sense thereflection, the anxiety, and the inability not to move, nottalk, and not move. They too, remember the wooden room. The roomimbedded the minds of all the kids. Branded onto the brain likea 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 thecorner 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, socrowded, yet so lonely. The wooden room, so blue, so red, so farfrom love. When it is time to make everything better, the NewWorld will be a wooden room to all, and then all can rid theworld of love.

About the author:C R Hamilton is a published author of CONTENDER: A DefenseAgainst False Prophets and Doctrine, and author of many articlesdedicated to life, religion, and society.