are we slave race, really?

These many years I had been bothered about the lack of control seen in our kind, the kind of urgency that we display, the utter lack of peace at any moment, the violence and aggression exhibited, the thieving nature, the aggrandising characteristic. It almost seems like our race is doomed, that it would be better for everyone if we all would just be killed, be exterminated. On top of that, I did not understand at all the same behavior exhibited by our so called gods, the vengeful nature, the extreme punishment meted out by them. And this was true for all religions.
Recently I read The Gods of Eden by William Bramley and I must say that a lot of my questions were answered. Basically he says that human race was created as a slave race in exact replica of our creators who took pains to make us as dumb as possible so that we can keep on doing what they expected us to do without us trying to emulate them and become some sort of competitors to them. This is exactly the same thing stated by Guirdjeff that we all are sleeping because some magician wants us to live but not to break the shackles and become free ourselves. This idea can easily be stretched to the kind of mean monstrous machines as seen in movie Matrix but the truth is far closer home. Mr Bramley quotes extensively from ancient scriptures and a lot of what he says makes a lot of sense. It finally made me to discard the last remnants of the god like figure ingrained in my psyche. It was much easier for me this time to discard what I had learnt all my life. The worst part was when I ran into some enormous difficulty. If this would have happened 3 years back, I would have taken refuge in my god. But this time around, it was first a bit of shock that I don't have anyone to turn around and expect to be protected. Then the realization made me a lot sadder because from now onwards it is just me. I am still curious about the true nature of mine and whether I should identify myself with my self (?) or with my mind. And it has been fascinating to suddenly interrupt a train of thoughts and to think about whose voice was it, my ego's, my mind's or really my true self.