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Huzzahs to one of the New Pharaohs, a true Overlord, Mitch McConnell (below). He's quite sure that NO ONE exists but him. He is clinically insane, psychopathic with paranoid tendencies, and without moral will or conscience. His evil generates a field that is actually visible to the camera. An amazing feat. Behind him stands a man with self-inflicted orange skin. "The Tan Man", he is called, in elite circles. He is also clinically insane. He is also a self-admitted alcoholic, who openly drinks daily on the job.
Neither would last a minute in the neighborhood that I grew up in...
What's going on in the world around you? Does it seem horribly askew, unfair, monstrously off-balance? Does it feel like it's almost impossible to navigate? Do the politicians make any sense at all, not to mention the economists, who tell you to just revamp your portfolio if you're having trouble paying the mortgage?
Rent? No one rents. Everyone in Amerika is a millionaire now. So declare the talking heads for the failing Fed. There is no war, homelessness, poverty, or illness. No need for health care. No need for social programs. That's socialism. That's FDR. We're part of The New World Order, or, as the true billionaire leaders like to call themselves, The World Builders, or, even more emetically, The Overlords.
We are a Darwinian nation, and will soon be a Darwinian planet. The strongest survive, and the weakest do not even exist. Therefore there is NO PROBLEM.
This is right out of Karl Rove's playbook, and it isn't new. You know all about it. If you're a billionaire World Builder, you resent my words because I know all about you, and I am not supposed to. And if you're poor (the dirtiest word in the country, the worst thing one can now be, truly a state of criminality) you doubly understand, with all the sadness of your heart.
John McCain estimates that being "middle class" means you have 3 million dollars, and that, to be "rich", you need 5 million. So, if you make less than a few hundred thousand a year, as do I, you are POOR.
The social misery upon which our entire society is built, from the Golden Arches all the way up to Wall Street, from outright genocide and torture in foreign lands to outright genocide and torture in our own land, is our legal tender now. We are surrounded by images of death, promises of defeat, symptoms of illness, and utter death of any dreams we may have had. We are slaves, we are tools.
Software designer? Nice house, huh? Nice little stash of money, right? Sorry. It's illusion. You are a slave. You are a tool.
There is a place in your body, close to your heart, that is filled with love and longing and goodness and joy. Just to be alive awakens that place. It has been there since before you were born, and many believe it will be there long after "you" are gone. It holds a very bright light, as bright as a thousand suns.
It is the matrix that connects you with the vast universe that you see when you look up at the night sky on a clear evening.
It is animus, it is the American Indian, the Buddhist, the godless heathens that worship the Earth and the trees and the rivers and all that moves and lives and breathes.
If you can truly feel and see it, it will leave you crying with awe and amazement. It is what you feel for your children, your spouse, your friends, and your life-pursuit. It is all that is the best within you, and it is fragile.
Its fragility is a misfortune. It was never meant to survive amid daily (and nightly) horrors. It's where you find all the happiness and peace in life, and it should be covered by an impenetrable iron shell. Since it's not, you wind up feeling lousy a lot of the time. If you could just shut it off, you'd feel fine. You'd love no one, care about nothing, and be perfectly happy just taking everything you could from others.
Obviously, this is not hard to do, and so, many many humans have opted for the easy path. I have known many thousands of them. One was even my "best friend" for a time. She was such a proficient liar.
The teachings of the New Pharaohs: shut off the sun by fracking, zone-killing, soft-culling, and terraforming. Criminalise love, but encourage pornography and child abuse. Take everything within reach and make it yours. Use your life-force to amass credits, not dollars. Feed the poor 'food-like substances' that will make them and their children become grossly obese and die young. Disallow them any health or dental care. Rewrite textbooks to make things like the SS and the Gestapo seem more sensible. Make even fascism (our present form of government) seem luxurious and attractive. Feel nothing for those who stupidly allow themselves to feel. They are ill, and must be medicated or incarcerated. Make acts of charity and kindness (like feeding the poor) illegal, and enforce these laws. Rewrite the Bible (it is being done
) so that Jesus' message is of hate, not of love.
Be an Overlord. Spend your life-force in attaining victory over others, power over humanity, and more money than you can ever, ever spend.
Be a glutton. A pig. Be insatiable. Nothing is ever enough. "MORE" is the slogan.
The rewards are enormous. We see the rewards all around us. Steve Jobs has another Lear Jet (although his pancreatic disease was not impressed by his wealth.) John McCain doesn't know how many houses he owns (he'll "get back to us on that", his actual words). In a country with millions of millionaires, buying a pair of $1950 shoes is a tiny thing... as Paris Hilton said to her BFF Lindsey Lohan when she found out that Lindsey had 10 million dollars: "Lindsey, you're POOR. 10 million is NOTHING."
And the place in your body, close to your heart, that was filled with love and longing and goodness and joy, becomes filled with envy and jealousy and rage and pain and cancer.
Good trade, huh?
So in the world, there are those that remember, and those who forget.
Those of us who remember and worship at the shrine of that light near our heart are blessed beyond words.
We who are "poor" are full and safe and complete within that light. I feel it in myself as I drift off to sleep. When I think of "the coming war" or "the collapsing economy" or "how in the world am I going to make enough money to make it through the month without selling my piano", I go to that place. I visualize it as a blinding, warm, sacred light that emits nothing but love.
I remind myself that I will die, as everyone does, and that, when I do, I'll be OK with it because I still see the stars and the galaxies in my own heart, I still see them reflecting back at me in my own eyes. As I die. That can not be taken by the New Pharaohs.
This, of course, isn't much more than horse-hockey to John McCain. He's a mover and a shaker. His cancer has the best doctors at work on it, right now. His houses are not homes; he has no home. He moves from one condo to a house to a five-star hotel to a private jet, all in the course of a week. He is an Overlord, and he sure has me beat in the money department.
He would surely say that I DO NOT EXIST, and, in his universe, he'd be right.
In my death I am free. I welcome death as I have welcomed life.
Death, to the the Overlords, is to be avoided at all costs. They are actively seeking ways to shut off the aging gene. They wish to live at least a thousand years! This tells me that all is not right in the souls of the super-rich. It tells me a LOT.
What is happiness? Are we who are poor without a chance of happiness?
Yes, unless we pursue the search for our own inner light. Pursuits like
trying to 'get ahead', reading poor dad rich dad, going to 'wealth without risk' seminars at the four seasons, trying to get a spot on donald trump's tv show, buying a trashy new car from china every single year
are useless. Stop being a tool. STOP.
ALL Answers lie within. Seek a blinding, warm, sacred light that emits nothing but love.
Die if you must, but do it with great dignity.
Don't lie. Don't hate. You will wind up looking like the creature at the top of this page.
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