Life is For Living.

If you know deep down that the mainstream media is the mouth of the banks who are lying to you and profiting from those lies as you suffer, if you accept this not as a conspiracy theory but a fundamental truth, the misery associated with this knowledge is absolutely devastating to your psyche, as it has been devastating to mine. Not because the media must be true for me to have any semblance or figure or form of happiness, but because all billboards, advertisements, media spokespersons, politicians--everything I read and know about where I came from and where I am going, they are all lies that the banks are paying people to say, and I cannot appreciate the noise level, nor can I understand why anyone would want to tell the universe a series of projected lies for personal enrichment. I would rather sacrifice myself intentionally than tell slaves, “Pay 3 dollars, please. Thanks. The road to freedom is that way,” and laugh as they walk off a cliff like Lemmings, for that is what the banks are doing to the populace of the planet. How can they justify their actions? Why even exist when the very moment you open your eyes and see the light of day, it is not the light of truth that fills your view, but a cloud of darkness shrouded over a manipulative demon who is murdering you every waking moment, hollowing you out until you stare, blank-eyed at a TV, not caring about anything other than what they tell you?

If you know deep down that even the churches and all religious text books are frauds of the highest magnitude, written by people with manipulation in their veins, if you know deep down that the catholic church and other groups defraud the people just as much as these banks, you cannot even turn to an external spiritual source for truth and comfort. There is none! Most churches are creations of the manipulators themselves, used for the purpose of urging people into wars as a part of their Machiavellian tyranny, dividing and conquering the people while profiting. That is the unacceptable truth—the hologram is molded by banks, and they distract you so you do not see the wizards behind the curtains, pulling the strings as they pick pocket your soul, carving you out like a pumpkin. It is not the pumpkins themselves who created their own faces—it is the carvers, and they did so just before eating from their souls.

This truth, right now, feels like a poison. Truth gives you wings that you are unable to use because there is nowhere to fly that is not owned and manipulated and crafted by banks through land contracts, fraud, and unending debt. Fly to an island? Nay, the tax collectors will still come for you, demand your labor, steal from you, proclaim the importance of your ‘contributions’ to their world as you work for them because THEY think they have a right to manipulate life into their own form while you suffer! The truth gives you wings, yes, but they feel clipped and useless, don’t they? Useless! If you wake up from the dream world that they are pumping into your veins with a pipeline of their own sludgy waste, if you disconnect from them, you will soon grow to realize that there is nothing else to eat for they own everything. You are awake, yes! But it is disheartening that everything around you is now closed, the lights are off, the doors all locked. A pervasive silence envelopes you in your own ‘wakeful’ state, much like the silence of death inside the covered grave they made for you. The banks have created this reality, and it is a reality from which there seems to be no escape.

When they rob you of your job, when they rob you of your home, when they demand of you that everyone must ‘pull together’ and put in ‘extra effort’ for apples and pennies as people starve in their tent cities, when they send you to war, realize it is not the people who you are shooting at who are the enemies, but the people who put the gun in your hands! And how did they pay for those guns? They paid for them by taking away your job, kicking you out of your home, and selling it to the highest bidder! Do not go to war when they tell you to. Do not believe when the nuclear warhead touches down in your own backyard that it is someone ‘else’ distinct from your farm who did it. It is the farmers themselves working in collusion with one another to rouse up the cattle because it’s feeding time! 

Boom! The warhead explodes! “Yes, that’s right cattle, did you hear that?” Asks the farmer. “It is indeed dangerous outside, so please, listen to me, and follow the rest of the lemmings into the safe captivity of my slaughterhouse. Would the farmers lie to you? Of course not, we all are here to take care of you! We feed you! What is that red liquid seeping from the floorboards that you see? Yes well, it is the bleeding hearts of us farmers, for we care for you all so greatly. One at a time, please. One at a time. There must be order.“ Boom! 

That sound, so distracting and loud--it’s so hard to see the spittle dripping from the farmer’s chin, isn’t it? But it is there...more so than ever before.

It is not the people which have failed the banks because the people are ‘greedy’, it is the banks now writing all the laws which have failed the people because they are diabolical! The network of lies runs to their very core as the puppet masters pull the strings, telling their puppets they are ‘free’ to think and do as they please, saying what is real and what is fantasy while they continue their own brutality of how life should be lived as they alone decide who eats--and who dies. They are lies which have been carved into the world around you! The candles within our hollow souls were placed there by the illuminated ones, but they cast only shadows through our teeth and empty eyes! The illuminated ones? Bah! They are darker than everyone’s remorseful sins put together.

This is a great fraud. This pliable hologram has been manipulated by lunatics who only know how to cash in on the carved misery of others. It is much easier to accept what they say than to accept what you know, for there are so many of them—conscious intent of the manipulators far outnumber your own, so their ‘lies’ seem so much more real to you than what you know at your very core. They yell and scream and shout from the rooftops in a deafening chorus for everyone to “REMAIN CALM AS EVERYTHING IS UNDER CONTROL.” Remain calm, because everything is under control? By whom? For what purpose? And why are the stealing our jobs, homes, and sending us to war? Nay, I say---the cracks have formed in their brittle deceit. Burn their pipes of sludge to the ground because everything is under control! Refuse their money. Refuse their wars. Refuse their reality that you have helped them create while you attempted to put food into the mouths of your children. You did not know. But you do know now. They wish to kill everyone who does not assist in their master plans of domination and doom. Do not assist! Do not accept their reality of trinkets and self-debasement as they reduce humanity to vegetables and livestock. The have carved and hollowed us out.

The vast pipelines of lies have been bought, swallowed, and shat back out of us for generations. But it will not be bought and swallowed by this generation! Our generation. The generation led by the indigos of all races, creeds, and colors. I will never assist in their lies. We will never assist in their lies! Did you carve that face upon yourself, did you create those clothes, did you create this reality? Or did someone else with knives dig it into you and dress you up into how they felt you should live and look, and be? Free yourself! The chorus, then, issuing forth from the rooftops, will be one of justice—justice!--- and not the continued deafening songs of sadistic lullabies sung by farmers with a taste for meat and pie.

I have been carved, and right now, I feel very hollow. But I think when they did so, they missed a few seeds. And nature learns, doesn’t it? That truth which has ‘poisoned’ me will be passed on to my children, and their children, and their children, and when those farmers go once again to eat from their harmless crop…they will find who, truly, runs the show. The hologram will win before getting locked in to one position. It always has. It always will. And right now, it wants to move.