God's Democracy

“The polls show that 78 percent of the populous really just doesn’t care for this whole decision making thing anymore.”
The guild members murmured with excitement.
“In fact, the polls also show that people are just fed up with this whole thinking business altogether.”
More murmurs of approval and excitement arose from the crowd.
“Now, we have several options before us in resolving this situation, none of which are the least bit ethical or easy in practice to pull off.”
A prominent Guild Member named Isaac, or as his title designated him, High Guillio, raised his fourth finger to speak.
“Yes High Guillio Isaac, you may contribute.”
“I say, with all this personal- thinking crap having been introduced to our populous within the last 1500 years, it’s really all just gone to hell.  The polls haven’t been this low since the introduction of personal-thought. It’s time we take back what is our God given right! I say we take back the control and do the thinking for them!”
Much of the auditorium became reanimated at the prospect.  After thought was given back to the populous about 2000 years ago, many of the Guillios where extremely offended.  The problem was that the people were unhappy with the Guillios decisions, which the populous referred to as “The higher power” or for lack of better words, “God”.
A fact which may interest you is that in truth, the “God” to which the populous used to refer to on a daily basis before they got their personal-thought back was actually the auditorium full of Guillios, High Guillios, Highest Guillios, Guillio Under-Masters or Under Misstress and The Guillio Master or Mistress.  The God to which the Guillios (Guild Masters) refer to, is actually the real God.
         Another Guillio, higher in power and influence than High Guillio Isaac, raised her fourth finger to speak.
         “Yes Highest Guillio Marie, you may contribute.” Said The Guillio Master.
         “Yes thank you.  Well I feel as a firm advocate for personal-thought that it is now our duty to not take back that power from the populous but keep trying to make it compatible with the intellectual brains of the people.  They are capable to a certain degree, as demonstrated through out the past 2000 years, to handle the power of personal-thought.” As she spoke some of the Guillios started to speak amongst themselves in a quite discussion.  “If you’ll remember, when we first introduced thought to the populous they embraced it so dearly, and now the polls are showing a severe decline in the happiness of the prospect.  They cannot be to blame for this surely, for it is the Guillios whose job is to make sure things like this don’t happen.  Maybe we need a new recruitment of Guillios who can display more competence in control.”
         At this, uproar broke out in the Guillio section of the crowd.  There was yelling from Guillios to Highest Guillios and from Highest Guillios to Guillio Under-Masters and Mistresses.  The Guillio Master silenced the commotion.
         “Maybe it would be helpful for us to hear a few words from some of the Guillios at this point.”  Some of the Highest Guillios were still debating back and forth amongst each other. “I would also add that the Highest Guillios should work on listening better rather than being an annoyance to everyone, including myself.  Now, who from the Guillios would like to speak?”  For a moment or two no one raised their finger but finally one man did.  He was bald and slightly overweight with purple glasses.
         “Yes Guillio Savedro, you may contribute.”
         “Thank you.  Well it is evident that much of the Guild does not approve of the Guillios work.  While this is acceptable considering how things have been going down there, you must consider the fact that the intelligent populous is really very mystifying.  As you all know, in the beginning, we created just two simple beings, of who spawned an entire race.  In the creation, it was the Under-Masters who designed these beings, and it is they, who thought they made them so they could be changed.” The Under-Masters started chatting amongst themselves.  “It was then made our job, us Guillios, to watch these people and make sure they did what they were supposed to.  Surly you cannot say that their actions are what inspired this thing that the populous is now calling ‘evolution!’
It is ‘evolution’ of course that has caused the populous to ‘out evolve’ thinking, making us then redesign it to become personal-thought, than ‘out evolve’ that as well! It is surly the Under-Masters to blame for this!”
The commotion that broke out was mayhem.  Under-Masters were turning around in their seats and Guillio were actually getting out of their seat to confront them.  There hadn’t been this much commotion in the room since a man named Jesus was born on Earth.  As it turns out, he was in fact, just a man, but the High Guillios were under extreme suspicion from God for letting someone with such charisma be born in such a desperate time.
“That is enough.  Everyone return your seats.  I will now present you with out options.”  The Guillios sat down and the Under-Masters were still pissed off but ready to listen all the same.  “We obviously have the option of handing the problem over to the Higher Guillios to have them redesign thought again.”
         A High Guillio raised her finger.
         “Yes High Guillio Yvette, you may contribute, but make it quick please.”
         “Yes thank you.  Well, I understand that there is a problem with the populous and thought, but, what exactly is the problem?”  The Guild was silent, a clear sign that very few Guild Members in the room had actually thought of that before she asked the question.
         “Can we have a Guillio address that question please?” Asked the Guillio Master.
         A Guillio raised his finger.
         “Yes Guillio Matthew, you may contribute.”
         “Thanks.  It seems, the populous is, for a lack of better terms, ‘evolving’ into creatures who are fine with having someone else make all their decisions for them.  With personal-thought we let them make some decisions that directly affected them for themselves, and had them accept that the rest was in God’s hands.”
         “Thank you Guillio Matthew.  Now, our next option, and obviously the one that most of you have been eager to hear, and some of you have already decided upon, is the Guild controlling everything.  Now as most of you know, or at least I hope you know, If the populous is essentially our slaves, then we in turn, become their slaves.  Another issue is that under this power system there is no hold back to our power, there are no checks and balance.  We are open to destroy ourselves.  If we become unneeded, then we have no reason to be here.  In other words, if we accidentally destroy them we are destroying ourselves.” The Guild was silent. “Essentially, this is about purpose, we need a populous and the populous needs us.”
The Guild kept silent until finally a High Guillio raised his finger.
“Yes High Guillio Adam, you may contribute.”
“Thanks.  You know, it’s dawned on me, why don’t we just let the populous free.  Tell them everything, give them absolutely no purpose.  Less work for them.  Less work for us.  What is God doing right now for us?  Nothing.  And he made us.  So if he can do nothing for us, we can do nothing for them.  Who’s to say we need a purpose. You know what I need? I need a nap…”
The Guild was silent for a moment or two and then it broke into applause.  The only phrases that could be made out in the commotion of yelling and cheering were, “Great Idea,” and “Let’s take a nap!”

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“Alright Under-Gods, now that we are all here, if everyone would take a seat so we can begin.”  All the gods took their place at the table and quieted down.  “The 61st centurial meeting of the universe and affairs relating to it is now in session.  Who would like to begin?”
Aristocracese raised his pointer and pinky finger.
“Go ahead Under-God Aristocracese.”  Thalbert motioned for him to speak.  Aristocracese stood up and turned around to grab a giant scroll lying on the floor.  He then opened it up and spread it out on the table.
“What is it?” asked Thalbert?
“It’s a diagram of guild functionality, work ethics and business ethics since the last thought change 2000 years ago.  It now shows that not only are the populations not happy but the guilds aren’t happy either.  The polls indicate that 52% of the guilds have voted for a shift in power and another 28%  of the guilds are abandoning their populous all together.”
The voices of 109 Under-Gods roared through the hall and Thalbert immediately jumped up and slammed his fist of the table 3 times.
         “Amend the 23rd amendment!” yelled Democrases.
         “Immediately seize their power!” screamed Autocrese.
         Silence.
         “We all know what must be done.” Spoke Thalbert in a deep and commanding voice. “This situation is too critical to waste time on, and has been in the hands of too many incompetent people.  First, we must figure out what the main issue is here, then we must vote on whose fault we think this is, and finally I will report back to God.” There were murmurs of approval in the crowd.  Thalbert spoke, “Aristocracese, the main issue here is that the populations don’t like to think?”
         “Yes sir.” replied Aristocracese.  Thalbert thought for a moment and then responded:
          “The populations thoughts are controlled by the Guillios but it is High Guillios who created the populous in the fist place.  I believe that when all is taken into account, the entire Guild should be held responsible, and thus the Guilds will be liquidated and merge into a branch under the Under-Gods.  We will assign representatives to becomes members of each Guild level in each Guild, thus ensuring the stability of the Universe.  All in favor of this amendment say aye.”
A loud ‘aye’ was heard through the hall.
“All not in favor of this amendment say nay.”
         An equally loud ‘nay’ was heard from the Under-Gods.
“I will go and talk with God and ask him for his opinion, and then call an emergency session one month from now.”  Thalbert made this statement and that was the end of that.

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         Knock knock.  A slide in the door at eyes height immediately slid open revealing blackness on the other side.
         Silence.
         “Oh holy one, it is me...”
         Silence.
         “It is Thalbert, oh holy one...”
         “Ah, Thalbert, how are you?”  responded a calm, monotone voice that was neither high nor low in pitch.
         “I’m good.  I know you don’t have much time but I’m here to tell you of something awful that has happened.”
         “Awful?”
         “Yes, I am here to inform you that populations all over the universe are giving up on thinking and the Guilds are growing more useless every year.  I’m sorry.”  Thalbert bowed his head.
         “What went wrong?
         “The Guillios, the High Guillios, they’re mad…”
         “Hrm…”
         “What should we do?”
         “What do you think we should do?” proposed God.
         “I would like to propose that the Under-Gods take control over the Guilds and create stability.”
         “How?” God asked Thalbert.
         “We will take control of the Master Guillio positions and train more Under-Gods.”
         “Do you think that will work?”  Asked God.
         “I think so, but I would like you opinion.”
         “Do what you’ve always done best Thalbert, Follow your heart.”
         “Follow my heart?” Thalbert repeated inquisitively.  Then the slide slid shut with a loud stump and Talbert left.

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         “…And so he told me to follow my heart and my heart tells me that we need more control.  My heart tells me that the Guilds can no longer function under their own jurisdiction.  I feel that God believes that the Under-Gods should rule the Guilds.  If the amendment is voted for, all Under-Gods will be the head of a Guild and become Master Guillios.  Now, all in favor say aye.”  This time, the majority of the room said ‘aye’ in unison.
         “All opposed, say nay” A few spoke.
         “Then it’s settled, the Under-Gods will make haste to the Guilds and make sure things run properly again.”

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         God walked slowly down a hallway and then made his way into a room with a couch and a fire place.  There were several paintings on the wall of clouds and the sky at night.  He sat down and took in a deep breath and then closed his eyes.
         “Democracy was a good idea…”  He spoke.  And then he fell asleep.