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Using the example of David and Goliath, author Guylaine Lanctot (The Medical Mafia) addresses the question of successful victory over adversity. Her analogy applies perfectly to our present thesis. David, she writes, destroyed his monstrous enemy because he did four important things: He identified his enemy, he overcame his fear, he found a weak spot, and he used a simple weapon. It should now be clear what kind of consciousness and behavior will precipitate the fourth outcome mentioned in this chapter. The outcome asked for a remedy that is rel- atively non-violent, attractive to all peoples from any class or culture, and guaranteed to be 100 percent successful. The answer is that we, the present occupants of the planet, make a conscious return to the land (to the Earth) and that we begin again to apply the rituals preserved by the Shamanic traditions of our individual races. In so doing, we strengthen the “immune system” of the biosphere, which then allows the Earth (in its own mysterious manner) to destroy or repel the offending presence. Thus, the pathogens infecting her become eradicated in a way that is sane, healthy, and per- manent. When the sleepers awaken and make a return to the Earth, a great circle of time closes. Men and women return to the human, as opposed to the alien, within themselves, becoming their own priests and priestesses. The separation between the microcosm and the macrocosm passes away forever, like a shadow in the architecture of a night- mare, and the true Renaissance of Humankind begins. I salute the light within your eyes where the whole Universe dwells. For when you are at the center within yourself and I within mine, we shall be as one. (Crazy Horse, Shaman and Chief of the Lakota Sioux) Tama wave of the sea, Iam a murmur of the billows, I am a stag of the seven horns, Iam a wide lake on a plain, I am a wind on the deep waters, I am shining tear of the sun, Iam a hawk upon the rocks, I am the fairest of plants, I am a battle-waging spear, Lam asalmon in the pool, I am a boar of courage, Iam a hill of poetry, Iam the craft of the artificer, Iam a word of science, Iam a god who creates in the head, the fire Who but I knows the secret of the unhewn dolmen? Who enlightens the assembly on the mountain, if not I? Who but I, telleth the ages of the moon? Who but I, showeth the resting place of the sun? 151 Epilogue: Time to Change the Road You’re On (Song of Amergin, Bard of Prehistoric Ireland) Atlantis, Alien Visitation, and Genetic Manipulation