“We leave you now to your own devices. Choose your leaders wisely. For if you continue to disregard the dangers of this age by choosing base and ignorant rulers, you may soon find yourselves on the receiving end of interstellar justice, and I can assure you— I’m talkin’ total annihilation, homies.”
It was fifty-seven years ago this past month that “The Day the Earth Stood Still” rocked America. We have mused here about Obama selecting Gort for his vice-president, which reflects a longing for the kind of robot-like prime directive and platinum-coated will that would simplify global relations with friend and foe alike; in other words: step out of line and Gort will kick your asses into another dimension.
The movie chronicles fifty-ish America’s harsh treatment of a representative of our alien galactic overlords, (not the first time that’s happened…) come to warn us that if we continue phucking around with nuclear weapons, they will be turning our planet into low quality interstellar dust. Sort of a prophylactic pest removal plan to keep us from harming any of the peace-loving worlds full of D. F. Hippies that have long since given up killing each other over multifarious acts of stupidity.
This clip from the original film still makes me glad Klaatu didn’t land on the Bush White House lawn.
[quicktime]http://www.urantiansojourn.com/wp-content/uploads/video/DaytessII/DaytessII-iPhone.m4v[/quicktime] Keanu as Klaatu?? This doesn’t bode well for planet earth.
It wasn’t hard for many ’50s dullards to grok the reasoning behind Klaatu’s ruthless act of service, and the film reverberated through a country already feverish about alien invasions, thanks to the Roswell incident. But it was still just science fiction. No one could presume to be the boss of us, especially those dirty red devils from the U.S.S.R.
Our global bed-wetting neuroses aside for the moment, we still haven’t learned that nationalism is not a desirable philosophy, but a potentially fatal disease. We cannot prevent other nations from going to war as long as they— like the US— remain infected with the delusional virus of national sovereignty. Besides, America can no longer afford to act like an international police force; we’re flat-assed broke. Here’s the reality check.
As the number of truly sovereign nations (great powers) decreases, so do both opportunity and need for mankind government increase. When there are only a few really sovereign (great) powers, either they must embark on the life and death struggle for national (imperial) supremacy, or else, by voluntary surrender of certain prerogatives of sovereignty, they must create the essential nucleus of supernational power which will serve as the beginning of the real sovereignty of all mankind.
This “sovereignty of all mankind” they speak of is the ultimate goal of planetary governments, but our current geopolitical menagerie is apparently not capable of the requisite foresight and vision needed for such wise cooperation. Until then, and beyond, it is the “Most Highs” who will be calling the shots in the “kingdoms of men.”
The who? you say?
The Most Highs.
The “Most Highs” rule; and they rule in a way that is designed to “foster the greatest good to the greatest number of all men and for the greatest length of time.”
The spiritual sovereignty of God overrides all intervening and intermediate spiritual loyalties. Someday civil rulers will learn that the Most Highs rule in the kingdoms of men. This rule of the Most Highs in the kingdoms of men is not for the especial benefit of any especially favored group of mortals. There is no such thing as a “chosen people.” The rule of the Most Highs, the overcontrollers of political evolution, is a rule designed to foster the greatest good to the greatest number of all men and for the greatest length of time.
Overcontrollers of political evolution. Hmm.
Witness the meteoric rise of a brilliant bi-racial black man to the most powerful political office on the planet. Hmm.
A Most High observer is empowered, at his discretion, to seize the planetary government in times of grave planetary crises, and it is of record that this has happened thirty-three times in the history of Urantia. At such times the Most High observer functions as the Most High regent, exercising unquestioned authority over all ministers and administrators resident on the planet…
So how does he actually roll?
The angels of nation life, the “angels of the trumpets,” are the directors of the political performances of Urantia national life. It is particularly through the ministry of this seraphic division that “the Most Highs rule in the kingdoms of men.”
So much to learn, so little time to learn it.
Maybe The Obama Years are a good time to start.