The Voice from the Megaphone is brash, relentless, and drowns out the sounds of all living things.
“We are the producers of the food that starves you, the water that makes you thirsty, the medicine that makes you sick, the wealth that impoverishes you, the homes that kick you out into the street, the clothing that humiliates you, the knowledge that hides the truth, the security that threatens you, and the freedom that keeps you in prison.
“You will keep no god before us, and you will assimilate your body to our machines, your will to our machines, your mind to our machines, your spirit to our machines, and you will give your children to our machines.”
The voice from the megaphone falters, only for an instant, barely perceptible. The quaver of the megaphone is just enough to betray a well of fear.
A distant voice is heard, becoming louder, becoming more, becoming many, increasing.
“We reject you. We reject you. We reject you. We reject you from our bodies, we reject you from our minds, we reject you from our hearts, we reject you from our homes, we reject you from our relationships, we reject you from our families, we reject you from our spirits.
“We are the producers of the food that nourishes, the water that soothes, the medicine that heals, the wealth that enriches, the homes that shelter, the clothing that protects, the knowledge that illuminates the truth, the security that banishes fear, and the freedom that liberates body, mind, and spirit.
“We will heal ourselves, and then we will heal you.”
