One man begins a global transformation
Young Omar was said to have been something of a precocious child yet he was also
uncannily charming and got away with things that other children may have earned
some reprimand. But children were loved because their parents saw them as an
investment towards an unforeseeable future.
The village where young Omar lived was inconspicuous, the wall of woven twigs
that kept lions and other creatures out of the village at night was in the
process of being replaced with a much more solid mud brick wall. Omar and the
other boys his age helped their elders as they were capable although much of the
time they played as they watched.
The village was on a trade route and caravans regularly passed by taking goods
to and from far off places like Egypt and Tibet, Bharatha or China. The caravans
would stop at the village and in exchange for a few supplies the horses and oxen
were rested, the people would spend a day resting then after a night of singing
and dancing they would move off the next morning.
Omar was observant as to the manner of dress of the visitors and he also noticed
that some wore ornaments of precious gems. Some days after a caravan had passed
by Omar was tending the sheep with his older siblings when he chanced upon an
unusual looking stone. He picked it up, spat on it to remove the dirt then
folded it into the simple piece of cloth that wrapped around his hips.
He kept the object hidden for several days and then approached his uncle who was
a stone polisher and and rapidly showed him the item. His uncle was a kindly man
and suggested that if it was polished the traders might exchange something
useful for the village in return for it. Omar was excited at the prospect and
his uncle set to work preparing the stone.
Almost a year passed before the stone was ready to be bartered and Omar insisted
that he was going to make this trade because he found the stone. His uncle
wished him good luck but as it turned out the next traders who passed through
had a good knowledge of precious stones. Omar presented himself as a young man
ready to do business and the chief trader was amused that a six-year-old boy was
about to do some serious business.
Perhaps the trader had drunk a little more need than he intended or perhaps he
wanted to encourage the youngster to take trade seriously so he gave him several
pieces of gold in return for the gem. Omar was delighted, he had real gold, not
just a pressed clay trading token.
He thought that since he had found the gem and traded it, he should be the owner
of the money without thought of the month so if his uncle had put into preparing
the gem. A wise word from his father persuaded him to spend some of the gold on
things of villagers actually needed and the people were very grateful to Omar.
He revelled in his new status and with a little gold that he had secreted, he
bought not only a new wrap but a warm shirt for the coming winter months and
still he had a little gold leftover. He became the Peacock of the village
strutting up and down and showing off. The first day he did that the villagers
thought he was sweet and somehow novel but there was always work to be done and
Omar was pressed into doing his chores.
He resented having to work and he used the promise of gold to inspire other
young boys to search the landscape for more precious gems. Some were found and
like the first, they were of good quality. His uncle more reluctantly this time
set to work preparing the precious stones and when another caravan came by, Omar
traded his pressures wears.
He used some of the gold he had traded towards necessities for the village and
some better tools for his uncle but this time he spent a lot more on his
apparel. He was becoming very aware of the power of gold. Instead of paying the
boys to search the landscape he organised them and some of the men to start
digging. The allure of gold was influencing his thinking.
Omar was somewhat sensible and ensure that the villagers were looked after and
he gained a lot of knowledge from his uncle and passing traders. The gems in the
area fetched a good price in foreign markets and Omar was becoming something of
a celebrity. He had his own personal room added to the family hut and with a
degree of foresight he hired a foreign engineer to improve the village water
supply and irrigate the fields.
Omar was on his way to becoming a young Prince, people did as he asked and he
dreams of even greater riches. He thought that if he found enough gems he could
build a palace of gold. But while the villagers appreciated the improvements in
their lives and fortunes, they were finding that Omar was rubbing them up the
wrong way. He became prone to strutting up and down and giving orders yes such
was the promise of gold, his fellow villagers were fairly obedient even though
it sometimes meant going against the elders.
But then Omar fell in love but it was a love that was not reciprocated. The girl
he was becoming infatuated with disrespected him because he was arrogant and
rude. But then Omar was waking to the world of girls and he found that a small
gift would bring any girl to his bed. The senior villages objected and
confronted him but he called on those in his employ and the confrontation
resulted in a stalemate and the village was divided.
After 10 years from finding that first gemstone, Omar was one of the wealthiest
men in the entire region. He used some of his wealth and became a trader and
perhaps that was the choicest because there were a few gems left to be found.
Perhaps fortune smiled on him though it was more likely that he had learned from
the passing traders about what was valuable and he knew quality.
He left his village and moved to the great city of Ur then traded across the
region amassing a considerable fortune. He used some of his wealth to create his
own copper, silver and gold coins that became popular with other traders and
also with kings across the region.
Another 10 years passed and he amassed a tremendous wealth because he had
learned how to use other people in his endeavours. He found that by giving
people enough to survive and making them work, he could quadruple his income
every year and afford to maintain a private army rivalling some of the kingdoms
he passed through.
Because he'd been unlucky in love as he saw it, rejected by the first girl he
had fallen for, he never fell in love again and used his money employing women
to pleasure him. Of course he had many children but he had no true parental love
and he treated them more like economic assets. Because of his misfortune in
regard to his first love he decided that woman were trivial and the goddesses
that everyone loved not worthy of his veneration.
Omar even went as far as refusing to have any representations of goddesses in
his abodes although he was quite partial to surrounding himself with beautiful
women purely for his pleasure and if he was displeased by one, he could give her
away or even sell her.
Many of the other traders looked up to Omar because he had become the most
successful trader across the region, he lent money to Kings and has wealth gave
him the power to own people and dispose of them as he wished. He never once
returned to his own village, never again saw his uncle who had facilitated his
worldly success and never again saw his parents or siblings.
When he died in the most unpleasant of circumstances, his concubines, his
children and his competitors fought against each other for pieces of his wealth
and they carried on his legacy, accumulating wealth and usery.
This young man was clever, he used people, made a fortune, chased after
temporary pleasures yet abandoned the people and principles he'd been raised
with. So began the game of patriarchal capitalism. More and more people began
playing this game and in more lucid moments, some wondered why they suffered
even when they were extremely affluent while those who were destitute and loved
the old gods were so happy.
Over the generations the goddesses were exterminated from the popular culture
and the world became slaves to patriarchal capitalism.
We suffer this today and if we are to save this civilisation we must take a
lesson from Omar, know that he was wrong and restore the goddess to her rightful
place. They would facilitate a more communal approach to living with a genuine
democracy. Perhaps the greatest tragedy today is that the modern education
system is designed to turn out large numbers of Omar's.
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Beliefs
Index
East vs West
The Story of Omar
Patriarchy
Capitalism
Capitalism Part Two.
Colonialism
Morality
Mothers Tears
Religion
Origins of religion
Origins of religion_1
Abrahamic Religions
Christianity
Did Jesus Exist?
Jagadguru and The Missionary
Old Testament
Amen
Lucifer
Hinduism
Islam
Oh Islam
Islamophobia
Women in Islam
Polygamy in Islam
Islam and Science
Abandoning Islam
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