Episode 96

And so, it reads, “Let Us Make Man… in Our GMO Image”. Ha! Gotcha!

Hello, my dear modern human, especially those in Africa, I see you're always clutching your organic products like it’s a holy relic and passionately swearing eternal war against the blasphemy of genetically modified products like avocadoes, tomatoes and every GMO products in sight; you hate them all, you don't want to see them, you claim they are poisonous and created in the lab to destroy you. But, I have a revelation so deliciously scandalous, it might just make your inner Pope blush and seek confession: And that revelation states that... you, my dear reader are also a GMO; okay, I dont want to add the word "product" at the end of the acronym; "GMO" in this context because you are human, but, yes, you are a genetically modified being; and that makes you a GMO.

Now, don’t faint quite yet; let me gently guide you through this heresy before you gather your pitchforks, torches, and holy water.

You see, GMO: Genetically Modified Organism; is just nature dressed up with some clever lab-based cosmetics. Imagine that humble avocado attending a luxurious spa retreat and emerging with luscious, creamy flesh and a polite, modest seed instead of that selfish, rock-sized heart it used to carry. That’s genetic modification, my dear reader, nobody died eating it, nobody lost a soul eating it; the avocado simply experienced an evolutionary glow-up.

Yes, my dear; it is not made of chemicals like most of you anti-GMOs claim, the genetic structures of their seeds were only modified to grow a certain way, and it did. Thats what GMO is, Genetically Modified Organism. For example. If the genetics of an avocadoes is naturally programmed to "grow more seed and less cream", that is how it would be. But then, a genetic engineer can rewrite that code by instructing the next seed to grow better with more cream and lesser seeds! No chemicals involved! Yet, GMOs are often demonized because ignorance absolutely adores drama.

But, let me drop a juicy plot twist on your neatly manicured perception: our ancestors were the original mad scientists... Okay, I do refer all scientists as mad because, well, they are mad enough to build things that could destroy or create the extinction of the human race, things like nuclear bombs, and biological technologies like viruses, etc, so yes they are mad...

So, our ancestors were the very first mad scientists. You heard me right. Forget sleek, clinical labs and pristine white coats; picture instead, clever farmers armed with gritty fingernails, mischievous grins, and an irresistible urge to meddle with nature's creations. That sweet, seductive orange you savor with guilty delight wasn’t plucked pristine from Eden; no, our ingenious forefathers carefully tinkered with its genetic code until it tasted of bottled sunshine.

Have you ever seen a yam suddenly swell like it overdosed on ambition? A true farmer knows opportunity when it erupts from the earth. You observe, decode nature’s genetic jackpot, and replicate it deliberately. That's plant genetics 101; no fancy lab coats required, only endless curiosity and perhaps a stubborn goat overseeing the operation.

Now comes the spicy part, humans; do you know that all our delightful anti-GMO activists also underwent the very same makeover all those GMO products did.

Go on, take a moment; gaze at yourself. Notice the luxurious smoothness of your skin, the distinct lack of excessive body hair, and your confident, upright posture as though you own the entire planet (and perhaps the moon). Original Homo sapiens were hardly Instagram-ready models. They were shaggy, coarse, and lacked the cosmopolitan polish we now flaunt effortlessly. Someone, or rather, something, tampered with human DNA to fashion this deluxe version: Homo sapiens-sapiens. Yes, beloved, you’re the outcome of cosmic genetic upgrades.

Ah, but let’s rewind a bit; look here, Homo erectus didn’t spontaneously evolve into Homo sapiens overnight like a convenient Marvel Comics storyline. That’s merely scientific mythology; a comforting bedtime tales for the lab-coated faithful and tired school teachers. As a Metaphysicist (one who dances cheekily beyond the limits of physics), my investigations, deep analyses, and applications of nature’s peculiar laws (laws so peculiar Newton himself might raise a questioning brow), have revealed an irresistible truth:

Early humans didn’t simply evolve; they were deliberately upgraded. So, the evolution story was nothing but a cover for something much deeper and they still think the world is not ready to hear the truth, or thats just another excuse for keeping the truth away from the masses.

Now picture this vividly, my dear beloved crusader against genetically modified products: Early humans shared more than just a faint resemblance to monkeys. (Relax, I’m not insinuating Uncle Joe was a chimpanzee). They carried monkey DNA because advanced, seemingly immortal beings; tall, elegant, and seductively intimidating versions of humans with higher metabolisms, decided to become cosmic bioengineers. These beings, with their godlike lifespans and metaphysical prowess, possessed an advanced understanding of genetic manipulation, astral projection, and spiritual transcendence. They could switch physical bodies as effortlessly as you switch Netflix profiles; just imagine the metaphysical chill sessions.

Their method? Simple yet profound. They extracted DNA from primates, elegantly spliced it with their superior, god-tier DNA, and thus, the first human prototype right at that moment, was born; what's it called again? of cause, Homo habilis; AKA the "handy man". Generations later, they repeated the operation, refining their masterpiece into Homo erectus, the upright-walking model. Finally, in their crowning glory, they mixed DNA strands once more, infusing cosmic elegance into the primate mold to yield Homo sapiens, the sleek, smooth-skinned, selfie-ready you.

Let’s delve even deeper into this genetic poetry. DNA is nothing less than cosmic code:

• Desire a taller human? Just locate the genetic script labeled “short stature,” highlight, delete, and replace it with “model-esque length.”
• Want smoother skin? Excise the “excess fur” code; no update required, immediate results guaranteed.
• Crave a human with witty sass and sharp sarcasm like me? Hah! Optional but yes, highly recommended, and that can be done too.

Now fertilize that edited DNA, and voilà; you have an upgraded human masterpiece.

Okay, look, it is not exactly as simple as "click, highlight, delete or edit" like I explained above, it is more complex than that, if you know what I mean; but you get my point; don't you?

So, when the ancient texts whisper poetically, "Let us make man in our image and likeness," it wasn’t merely divine metaphor. They literally combined their sophisticated cosmic DNA with existing human genetics to produce Homo sapiens-sapiens, the modern masterpiece of divine genetic manipulation.

And perhaps, just perhaps, during this grand cosmic surgical procedure, they metaphorically or metaphysically extracted a "rib", a subtle, elegant euphemism for genetic material, while the prototype man lay in a deep, divine-induced sleep, perhaps influenced by a cosmic dose of morphine (or its otherworldly equivalent). Wink.

Therefore, my beloved GMO-skeptic, the next time you passionately denounce genetically modified foods, kindly take a moment to capture a quick selfie. Yes, you too are a GMO, learn to embrace your genetically enhanced reality.

Yet, the saga is far from over. Today, scientists are browsing through our DNA like an intriguing Netflix catalogue, their ultimate ambition? Crafting humans capable of living at least two centuries, only beginning to age gracefully after three hundred years, imagine the awkwardness of your three-hundredth birthday. It's tantalizingly feasible; after all, every blueprint necessary for immortality or extreme longevity lies dormant within our genetic script. A few precise edits, some clever crossbreeding, and humanity becomes a brighter, shinier, near-eternal model. Guess what, Neil deGrasse, the famous astrophysicist and science communicator said in one of his inteviews, he said that, the person who is going to live forever is already born... well, beat that.. #smiles

Now, let’s dive briefly into the dark side, answering your frequent hysterical questions:

Can GMOs become sinister weapons of mass extinction?

Well, my dear fearful one, if genetically modified organisms were inherently toxic, natural organisms would also be potential weapons. How? Because our dear Nature herself crafts potent toxins; cyanide from almonds, ricin from castor beans, arsenic from apple seeds, reminding us that toxicity isn’t exclusive to the laboratory. It's intent and application that dictates danger, not the modification itself because "Genetic modification doesn’t mean someone is injecting bananas with chemicals or poison or crafting a synthetic version of avocados with articficial chemicals. No, it’s simply editing the genetic codes that makes the avacado the way it is; then snipping out the line that insists the avocado seed must be the size of a cricket ball and replacing it with instructions that let the flesh flourish instead. The result? Less seed, more glorious green cream, a kind of avocado 2.0, born not of dark sorcery but of genetic housekeeping.”

So, while someone with nefarious intent could indeed weaponize genetic technology, they could equally weaponize a seemingly innocent natural potato or carrot given the right biochemical alterations.

In short, whether it is GMO or natural, poison is poison. It's not the GMO technology we must fear; rather, it's the intent and responsibility wielded by those manipulating life’s delicate genetic threads.

Okay… here is the big question you seem not to ask! Why Engineer a GMO to Kill When You Could Just Poison the Salad?

Think about it: if some evil genius wanted you dead, would they really spend years creating a genetically modified banana as part of their diabolical plan? They'd have to tinker with genes, run field trials, get approval, navigate regulations, and convince farmers to plant them. Literally years of cost, effort, and bureaucracy. That’s like planning murder with a stiletto; painfully elaborate.

No, dear fearful one. If the goal is silent death, all you'd need is a little slow-acting poison sprinkled into perfectly "natural" tomatoes. No gene editing, no lab coats; just a dash of arsenic or cyanide, and you're done. That method is faster, cheaper, and infinitely more efficient. And if they want a slow poison that wouldnt kill immediately but take years to break down your system. Dear reader, such poison exists! Wait! Has anyone thought about this before? Or is it just me?

Here’s where science backs me up: The truth is, there have been serious studies about the bioweapon potential of GMOs. While risk assessments are mandatory before GMO's approval, hidden manipulations aren’t always obvious even after regulatory has checked their marks. Malicious actors could disguise harmful alterations under the glossy label of “certified GMO.”

Yet, this is the fact; many experts argue that conventional, naturally occurring pathogens already pose a greater threat than any GMO-based weapon could. Nature didn't wait for genetic engineering to kill.

A defense-tech study exploring bioweapon risks has stated that while GMOs and synthetic biology could bring new possibilities into the world of agriculture and food production, the risks of a psychopath weaponizing a GMO is not impossible, but just probably not as simple as a sci-fi movie imagines.

In short, if we could just face reality for a moment; you'll find that: If you are that psychopath and your goal is nefarious, you wouldn’t bother with the long road of genetic engineering, or would you? You’d definitely pick the fastest, cheapest, stealthiest method; which is to prefer poisoning organic and natrurally grown strawberry's and exporting them to your enemy countries, instead of crafting a GMO product which would cost you more than 5 billions dollars to create one, plus the rest of the scientific experiments to be done.

Lastly, people would rather purchase those poisoned organic agricultural products than accepting a genetically modified agricultural product. And if your aim is to take them down without exposing the poisons within the products; wouldnt you prefer something the people would easily accept into their kitchens? Let that sink a bit.

Ultimate Finale:

And now, as the genetic symphony inside you swells to its grand, almost cosmic crescendo, allow me to pull back the velvet curtain and reveal how the whole performance works. And before the choir of conspiracy theorists warms up its throats, let me set the record straight; I wasn’t paid a single copper coin for this. No cheques from the “Gate and Milinder Foundation,” no secret envelopes under the table. Sorry to disappoint the pitchfork crowd.

I am a Metaphysicist, a Spiritualist, a Teacher of Mysteries. My work isn’t some corporate gospel; it’s a lamp for the souls still stumbling through the dark. Especially for my African brothers and sisters, scattered like ancient stardust at home and abroad; souls hypnotized by religious sleight of hand and political stagecraft, taught to fear the unseen rather than embrace it. They’ve been lulled into sleep since the great wars between the various kingdoms in Africa long before the slave ships set sail, since the era when the lower dark deities and demons were enthroned where our true, ancestral spirits once reigned.

And what now? Many choose hatred as a hobby, peddling lies like street vendors hawking rotten fruit and calling it truth. From politics to pulpits, the circus rolls on, and I find myself asking; has everyone lost their minds, or simply rented them out to social media algorithms? Thought has become fast food; they swallow whatever’s served, no questions asked.

This is why I write. This is why I publish. This is why this magazine exists; to set the records straight, to shake the sleepers awake, to provoke their lies and ignite light into their heart. Each month I put out at least three of these written awakenings, and this, right here, is October’s first shot of truth. Drink up.

Now that we are on the same page, let's peel back the conspiracy theories. Understand that your fear of GMOs is like fighting against your own cosmic blueprint. Life is an endless reboot, a sequence of upgrades from primates to millennia-long rides. Genetic editing isn't a betrayal; it's your origin story, just like I already exposed here; and perhaps your destiny was already shaped by it.

Therefore, the next time you hear someone shouting passionately with their popular quotes: “GMOs are poison!” Just smile sweetly, lean in carefully, and whisper gently into their ear, “Darling, look closer at your reflection; you’re the juiciest GMO of them all. So, deal with it.” Hah!

You Might Be Asking; Whats My Conclusion?

Well, first of all, my dear anti-GMO crusader, here we stand; at the intersection of cosmic history, molecular engineering, and your breakfast smoothie, faced with a truth that is both inconvenient and unshakable: you are not only a consumer of genetically modified products… you are one.

From the immortal genetic engineers who spliced divine DNA into our primate ancestors, to the eaarliest yam farmers who decided “big is better,” and down to the scientists of today tinkering with the blueprint of our mortality, genetic modification has been woven into the human story from the very beginning. To reject it wholesale is to reject yourself, your heritage, and the miracle of your own design.

If someone wanted to destroy humanity, they wouldn’t spend decades and billions engineering a slow-kill tomato, no, they would not; instead they’d just poison the “trusted and easily accepted organic tomatoes”, like the one sitting smugly on your kitchen counter. It’s logic so plain it could be printed on a cereal box, but fear rarely listens to reason. Instead, it thrives on myth; whether it’s moon landing conspiracies or the fantasy that your DNA is some untouched Edenic relic.

But DNA was never sacred in the sense of “untouchable.” It was sacred in the sense of creative power. Our genetic codes has always been open to editing, from the subtle nudges of natural selection, to the bold strokes of cosmic intervention. We are, quite literally, the universe’s most ambitious genetic experiment; a living proof that intelligent modification can elevate life to astonishing heights.

So, dear readers, fans of Awake Afraka, and my followers, maybe it’s time to let go of the knee-jerking fear of those three little letters: "G.M.O"., and start asking better questions. Genetic modification is inevitable and promises new ways to address tough ailments that drugs can’t treat, and much more. Such experiments are already underway, showing promising results.

And the next time you hear the words “GMOs are poison,” smile; not the smug smile of a self-satisfied know-it-all, but the knowing smile of someone who understands the joke the universe has been playing for millennia. Lean in, look them dead in the eye, and say: “If so, then, so are you.”

Written By Knight Fredel

Your Mystery Teacher, Metaphysicist, And Spiritualist

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