"Some people actually get you to believe that all of those big glittery things out there in the chrome dream-world are real; the governments, the corporations, the things that only exist on paper. You think they're real, when all they are actually, are balloons being blown up bigger every day. They will even admit they're becoming more inflated all the time, and that's really true. Someday, because of their inflation, they will have to go *pop*, and you'll go with them if you give away your power.

You're living in a very exciting age; you're living at the time of the death of the *dinosaurs*. You know, we didn't see the last bunch of dinosaurs die, but we're going to see these die. Their names are General Motors, U.S. Steel, and all the rest of them, and they're no longer functional. They're no longer serving mankind or Mother Earth.

What you have to do is be centered enough in your own power so that when it all comes down, when all the little people who've been serving the *dinosaurs* come to you and say, "Oh, my God, I've lost my job!", you can say to them in reply, "The price of acorns is still the same as it was a hundred years ago," and show them how to gather and leech the acorns.

That's what has to happen.

...people go on and on, though. They work all year long, and, finally, the boss-man says, "Well, you've been a good boy. You can have two weeks vacation. Go out there and live it up!" Isn't that just wonderful?

Two weeks. By the time you figure out all the things you've been missing all year, that you would like to do, those two weeks have slipped by. So what's the use of it? You go out for two weeks, then you come back in, and they slap the collar around your neck and put you back on the assembly line for another year...and that's just standard procedure. Finally, you get to where you can hardly make it to work anymore, and then they say, "Well, friend, we're sorry to let you know it, but you can't make the grade anymore...and the social security system just dried up. Sorry about that, too, friend."

Most folks who let themselves get all wrapped up like insects in a spider's web hate it deep down inside. They know that once upon a time they were free people, that they walked upon the Earth Mother, and took their sustenance directly from her.

You can pick out ten bank presidents, five lawyers, and eight housewives; sit them down around a campfire and watch what happens to them. They grow quiet. They start watching the flame in the fire, and watching the coals turning different colors, then all of a sudden you look at their faces and they've all turned back into cave men and cave women.

They all sit there and they *ooh* and *aah* and they say, "Isn't it beautiful!" and their hearts come alive with something that reminds them that for thousands of years we lived close to the Earth and, truly, we were brothers and sisters. You see a bank president, who in the outside world might shake hands with you very cooly, suddenly put his arm around your shoulder and lose all of his pretensions. He's actually been moved, for a moment, out of the realm of the untouchable society.

*That's* what has to happen."