Murder for Hire
"I am not a murderer.
A strange way to start this off, but I feel it is important to get that out of the way. I am not a serial killer, I do not relish in the feeling of blood on my hands, and, god forbid, I do not find sexual pleasure in death.
No, no, none of that describes me or my job.
I am a contract killer. After high school, the realization that I was not actually good at anything came. Unable to get a job, I ended up homeless for a while. I floated between shelters when I could, became a quasi-religious soup-kitchen enthusiast and raider of food banks.
Then, I had the misfortune of I finding out that I was rather skilled with a knife. And a gun. And various other weapons. Which was interesting.
And then I found out that assassin-for-hire was a rather lucrative job market. So, I did what any person with nothing to lose does: I jumped on the bandwagon.
Was it a good idea? No. Did I do it anyway? Yeah. I mean, I was desperate. I only had two pairs of socks. No one realizes how much they love socks until they only have two.
The first time I killed someone was before I stepped into this line of work. It was in self defense. A man tried to rape me, which is not uncommon for homeless folk such as I was. I had a knife which I had stolen from a food bank, and I stabbed him with it. How I felt when I saw the blood bloom from his stomach, when I saw him turn from a person into a thing had no parallel. Don’t get me wrong, it was horrifying. But at the same time, I had never felt as powerful as I did then. The death went unnoticed, which goes without saying. No one has a care for the homeless, especially not law enforcement.
I did a little research at the library (free internet!) and found out how much money killers-for-hire make. And it was a lot.
It should be understandable that I decided to try my hand at it.
I found a website one of the articles had said that the assassins found their work at. I haunted it for a couple of weeks until the library asked me to stop coming, so I moved my operation to an internet cafe (a dying breed). Finally, someone contacted me (@devilmaycare666, which was a little spot-on for my liking) and offered me a job.
It was low-profile, they said. An average Joe that owed some money. He had been warned but refused to pay the loan shark back, and now they wanted someone to take him out. I decided not to tell them that this was my first real time, because I needed the money. The shelters I frequented had barred their doors when they found out I had been stealing from them. I hadn’t slept in a real bed in two weeks, and cardboard mattresses aren’t all they’re cracked up to be.
My first kill was pretty sloppy, but I got the job done. Broke in through a window, found the guy asleep in a tornado of chinese takeout boxes. I wanted to slit his throat all classy-like, like in the movies, but I found it doesn’t work that way. Had to hack through his windpipe, which is as messy as it sounds. I threw up in his bathtub after. Then I stole his cash and socks. It was necessity.
That hit paid for a stay in a cheap motel where I researched the real ways to kill a man. My next hit paid for a nicer hotel, and the next one an even nicer one.
I ended up a proper entrepreneur. I had a skill-set that certain people required, and I marketed that skill-set accordingly. I ended up with some job offers from some mafias (the most interesting way I was almost recruited was a letter in some matzo-ball soup. The Jewish mafia has an odd sense of humor), but I always stayed free-lance. Made more money that way, you see.
And money was all that mattered to me, because I had none for so long. When I fell asleep on my memory-foam mattress, I remembered the asphalt of the elementary school that I slept by. When I had shark-fin soup, I remembered the thin tomato that the soup kitchens offered. When I slid my cashmere socks on every morning, I laughed.
Everything fell apart three years ago. By then, I owned a brownstone in Brooklyn with my ex-model wife and our three Persian Greyhounds. My wife grew nationally-recognized orchids since retiring (we didn’t need the extra income). She knew nothing of my line of work and was happy with that. I am ashamed to say that she was a much of a symbol of wealth to me as my dogs were. I’d never met her parents. I didn’t know her favorite place or food or smell or anything. She had told me she wanted to adopt kids, like Angelina Jolie, and I had laughed. We slept in separate beds. She spent of her time relishing in my wealth, not caring where it came from, and I spent most of my time making more of it.
I was efficient in my killings now. No more windpipe-hacking. I aimed for the jugular, wore gloves, never left a print or a hair behind. Still, the police found me.
They took the prints off of my first hit, linked them to a DUI I had gotten (in my bullet-gray Ashton-Martin, gorgeous). I wasn’t that surprised when they came for me. My wife shed crocodile tears as I was cuffed. The dogs shit all over the hand-knotted kashmir carpet.
In prison, the guards brought me some of the tabloids. My wife, splashed across covers (I didn’t know he was a killer!, etc.). I tore the pages out and used them as toliet paper. She would have done the same. We were both opportunists.
I suppose it’s fitting, me sitting here, waiting for the fatal injection. A sort of poetic irony. After years of fighting it in court, the police linked my prints and methods to hundreds of murders around the country. They missed some, too. I was sentenced to death.
And here I am, waiting to die.
Still, I maintain that I am not a murderer. I did not kill for fun, or for sport. I killed because it was the only choice I had. The blood of those I killed lays not on my hands, but on those who paid me. I am not a murderer so much as a knife or a gun is. I am a tool that was put in the wrong hands.
I suppose it is not my choice to make. Though I believe that I am an innocent, the law disagrees. That’s fine. I guess those I killed felt they were innocent as well."
Noah Lablos, on his deathbed, 16/9/2018. He leaves all his money to his dogs, in hopes that they grow to be as fat and rich as he was.
I try to convince you.
How difficult it is to live in this world.
How could you ever understand?
It is a wasteland
And lost dreams.
How could you know what this means?
You would never know.
Unless you were a writer.
Don’t Persuade People.
Don't persuade people,
Persuading doesn't do a damn for thought consistency.
Make your case, of course, but then
Be open to rebuttal.
For Facts are seldom hard to prove,
and Logic isn't subtle.
Power of the Pen
What if you chose to be strong
And emphasized all that was wrong?
The emptiness within you,
And the walls crashing down
Inside your thick skull,
And the sickness derived
From the love you’re deprived of,
And the laughter that has ceased to burst
For a very long time...
What if you expressed your pain,
That solitude which consumes you,
And you told someone about that sharp, icy feeling
Of being alone?
And what if you found
That you weren’t?
What if someone reached out to embrace you,
And brought a smile to your cracked lips,
Or maybe true love to invade
What if you were healed,
And the walls were built back up in your mind,
And you felt fulfilled?
Yes, what if you crafted a verse,
That cured your everlasting, painful curse?
I promise you,
If you do,
You will once again be filled with might.
So what if you chose to write?
The Terror of the Banks
An address to the tyranny of the banking system; the greatest threat to civilization.
This is not another, socialism is the answer piece; or a woe is me “don’t forget about the little people” entreaty. I am writing to call to your attention the unconstitutionality of what the banking system is doing to the American people.
The banks are stripping Americans of their wealth, freedom, political access, social and economic mobility and in the process transforming society in virtually all areas to ensure they get their share of all profits. They buy political influence and have attached themselves to every monetary transaction. EVERY-SINGLE-ONE while siphoning off their “fee”. The economy has largely been growing on credit for more then 50 years; the governments credit and your credit. This is spurious growth, fake growth, illusionary growth built on bank profits and public debt. Median wages stagnate for decades while the price of everything goes up, so what little savings you may have had, has now has been gobbled up by the inflation monster.
Insurance companies and banks have attached their tendrils into all aspects of public life. What has allowed them to grow to MONOLITHIC proportions is credit. A house that cost $12,000.00 30 years ago is now $500,000.00 because some banker had the great idea to allow those who didn’t have $12,000.00 up front to borrow it (for a fee, of course) and pay it back over time. So that the $12,000.00 house by the time it was paid off cost double or triple that; then it just keeps compounding. This allowed the banks to begin increasing the prices of houses while offering more and more “mortgages” to help middle class americans “afford” it and give the illusion that the economy was growing. The price of housing is going up! Great! But who really benefits most from that? You guessed it! The banks.
Insurance works the same way. Doctors have gotten rich off this and the industry has been able to charge inhuman prices backed by insurance, while due to all the inflated prices of necessities Americans have been ensnared on the never ending treadmill of debt. It is this circumstance which has allowed prices to greatly out strip wages. Credit and insurance. This not what the founding fathers had in mind. If you couldn’t afford it you couldn’t buy it, this would have the natural effect of bringing prices down, a novel idea. If the majority of Americans couldn’t afford it, the doctors and hospitals and homeowners would have no choice but to charge much, much less. Who would this hurt? Yup! The banks!
Now some lending is necessary to grow the economy this is true. But the purpose of a bank is not to derive more and more creative ways to steal the people’s money so that they can make riskier and riskier investments; the original purpose of a bank was to form a partnership with its citizens; to lend money in order to serve the public good and grow the economy through this lending at a “reasonable interest rate”. It was not to strip the citizens of every dime they have to create the largest profits for its partners and shareholders. Unfortunately that is what it has become.
It largely started in secret at Jekyll Island in 1913 with the creation of the Federal Reserve. An insatiable privately owned unconstitutional (it is unconstitutional of congress to abrogate responsibility of the the national currency to a private entity) monster of usury and theft; siphoning the public wealth through large and small measures. At times sabotaging the economy to close small businesses so that the larger corporations can buy up all the available real estate, and then, due to their exorbitant resources, massively increase the price of the property. At other times, banks are increasing their fee’s to the limits or the what the law allows them to charge which so disproportionately effects poor and lower income Americans to constitute blatant embezzlement. The boom and bust cycle we now find ourselves in started after the establishment of the Federal Reserve.
Banks make risky investments (with your money) to create larger and larger profits without consequence when they fail because either the government will bail them out or they will pass the debt onto the consumers. Middle class and working poor pay the bulk of this liability thru these outrageous fees and price increases. These policies overwhelmingly disproportionately effect middle and lower class Americas. Even though it is the money of these same citizens that the banks use to make these risky potentially high return investments; when banks guess right and make huge profits do they pass this onto the citizens who put the money up to begin with? Of course not, the banks simply continue to steal their money through huge fees and price gouges, which they have coerced the government to approve with very large campaign contributions. The policies, which banks propagate, only help the richest Americans, obviously.
The financial industry would cite “capitalism” as justification for this unethical behavior; but what they do not understand is the idea of capitalism is not to continue to manipulate the system to grow their wealth through usury and debt. Thomas Jefferson warned against allowing banks to move into a for profit model “If the American people ever allow private banks to control the issue of their currency, first by inflation, then by deflation, the banks and corporations that will grow up around them will deprive the people of all property until their children wake up homeless on the continent their Fathers conquered. I believe that banking institutions are more dangerous to our liberties than standing armies. The issuing power should be taken from the banks and restored to the people, to whom it properly belongs.”
“Give me control of a nations money supply, and I care not who makes it’s laws.” Do you know who said that? Nathan Rothschild, banker.
“He who controls the money supply of a nation controls the nation”: James Garfield.
This is coming to an end. It has too. Maybe this is naive and wishful thinking on my part, but the current system is unsustainable. Occupy was a start but quickly fizzled through a lack of a coherent message and organization; but the idea was right. Unfortunately the banks and corporations have the resources to wait out the people; it happens over and over.
I would like to know what happened to the idea of a partnership between banks and the community? How can there be a partnership when there is dishonesty and one participant is literally stealing the money of the other? Banks have completely lost their way and the whole reason for their existence.
If you're unsure,
I am promising
the waves will keep crashing,
the vines will keep climbing,
my eyes will keep drifting
off and move across your skin.
If you're unsure,
I cannot exist
I will not exist
unless I know you.
When we are both dust
in the dirt,
My bone structure
will be turned towards yours.
Life’s Good, Right?
Life is good,
Is that true?
You may think differently,
And what does 'good' mean?
Definition of good:
To be desired,
Having the qualities required,
What is mortally right.
We desire life,
How many people,
Want to die?
And out of those,
How many have a,
Fully righteous life?
Life is unfair.
That doesn't mean it isn't good.
You have to look,
To the positive side,
Everything is positive,
There is a balance.
This balance is what makes it good.
You don't have to completely,
Believe or trust me.
Just promise you will try to look to the positive.
Life is good,
So stay alive.
A Soldier’s Burden
The weary soldiers came
To spit and angry
Is this how we thank them
For their hard spent long years?
Where were the hugs
And the welcome home signs
The emotional families
And the thankful cheering lines
Home from the war
And worse for the wear
The Vietnam soldiers
Had so much to bear
I look at him now
Proud in old age
And feel such shame
For the protesters rage
I want to say thank you
And give him a kiss
He lost so much before
So many good friends to miss
My Grandpa stands ready
He remembers those days
When he fought to protect us
In so many ways
Now we salute
And thank our brave troops
Now we understand
Our world needs those brave groups
We can still understand
War is a crime
But those who stand and fight
Are heroes of their time
Known aggressive dogs should not be walked on residential streets
Not too long after I moved into my current neighborhood, my neighbor from two blocks over was approaching me with her dog for the first time. We had met previously at our neighborhood book club and clicked, both being transplants from NY and fellow dog lovers. She told me she recently adopted a dog and I admired her for volunteering at the local shelter.
"Hey. How are you Linda? So this is LADY. Is she friendly? Can I give her a treat?"
"Yeah. She's friendly. Ugggghhhhh...oh NOOO.....this is not good....."
Leashes crossed, my six month old puppy made a yelp, and the 50 pound pitbull we just met gripped down on him with her jaw. Linda just stood there in shock, so I grabbed the harness of the pitbull, flipped her on her side onto the ground and thankfully, my puppy popped out of her mouth. The pitbull seemed dazed. I immediately left the scene quite shaken. Linda didn't call to see how my dog was doing or make any attempt at an apology, something I found to be odd, but didn't question. The next time I saw her at book club, all she said was that she thinks her dog thought my dog was a squirrel (he's small but not that small) and we should walk on opposite sides of the street if we bump into each other again while walking the dogs. I was glad she said it first because I had no intention of coming near her dog again. As a result, my dog had puncture wounds, and since has never been the same around large dogs. I didn't particularly hold it against Linda or Lady, assuming it was an isolated incident. I trusted that she would make sure something like this didn't happen again, and never considered calling animal control, a decision I would come to regret.
My neighbor and good friend Susan called about Lady.
"Did you hear what happened to Linda's husband Arnold?"
"No what happened."
"He was walking Lady and apparently a squirrel walked by and Arnold tried to hold her back and she dragged him down. He's in the hospital and has to have reconstructive surgery on his face. Pretty serious. She's broken away from him a couple of times in the last month chasing after cyclists. Arnold is getting up there in years and no longer has the strength to hold her back. It seems like Lady is getting more aggressive, don't you think? I heard Hanna is carrying mace around and Cindy put a pitch fork in her front yard. They both said she's barking and baring teeth like Cujo when Linda is walking her and they are out in their yard. They are afraid to let their grandchildren play in the front.
Susan called about Lady again.
"Did you hear?"
"Diesel got loose and Linda was out walking Lady. Lady pulled Linda down and got a hold of diesel and ripped him up pretty good. About 30 stitches. Diesel's owner's partially at fault because his dog got loose so animal control won't do anything. Crazy!"
Susan called about Lady again.
"Something has to be done. When I was riding my bike this morning, Linda couldn't hold Lady back and she chased me for two blocks before I was able to outpace her. She got close enough to the bike and was trying to bite the tires! That could have been my leg. I'm sick of this! I called animal control and they said if I wasn't bitten, they won't come out until there are at least two incidents in a 12 month period of someone being chased by the same off leash dog. They said no one else has called."
"I hear you, but what can we do until someone else picks up the phone and calls. I think you and I are not the only neighbors that have had enough. I came around the corner last week and she was right there and Lady practically pulled her down trying to get at us. The way she was barking was totally like a scene from Cujo. I almost shit my pants. I wasn't chased, so what can I say to animal control?
Susan called about Lady again after she bumped into our new neighbor Mike.
"It's happened again. Mike was out jogging a couple of weeks ago and Lady broke off her leash and chased him nipping at his ankles. He was finally able to get her off of him by acting aggressively when Linda caught up to them and was able to subdue her. He said he didn't know about all the other incidents and would have called animal control if he knew. He was pretty shook up but said he'd hate to see an animal be put down. For Christ's sake, he could have been ripped up. Why is she still walking the dog? Someone else has to call. Everyone that walks, bikes or jogs is looking around every corner. It's just getting out of control and it's really strange that she's still walking the dog, especially after what happened to her husband and how many times is she gonna get pulled down before she winds up in the hospital. So strange."
"I think I know what's going on. They've never had kids and they love that dog like it's their child. They are like the parent that doesn't believe the teacher at parent conference night when they say their little Johnny is acting out in class. Total denial. Excuse after excuse. She told me at one of our HOA meetings that all dogs need walks, and made it sound like her husband's hospitalization was no big deal. So freakin weird. I just said nothing. How can you respond to stupidity? I just really hope and pray our next call to animal control won't be over something more serious.
Susan called about Lady, fortunately for the last time.
"Holy shit! Cindy just called me. Cindy's grandchildren are down here and one of the girls was riding her bike in the driveway and Lady broke loose from Linda and jumped on the bike knocking her down. She hit her head and broke her arm in two places. She's in the hospital. Thank God Linda got to Lady before she bit one of the kids. Cindy is pressing charges and animal control is finally on it. If Lady isn't put down, she'll have to be fenced and muzzled at all times when outside and they'll need a 100K insurance policy on her. So sad it had to come to this. I hope Cindy's grandaughter is going to be okay.
A Royal Doctor-inn
I fail to see in a art of restriction, or dominance of others.
Be it a religion or personal will.
If there is no physical harm directed, or mental harm directed, or chemical harm directed, or true spiritual harm directed, at, to, any other creature...
Then such should Be as is to Live.
There is only one way to this freedom of life, through a whole as moderation and respect. All to all form created is the way of live & life.
Change comes from choices of change.
We should be able to talk thing’s out as a whole, not a directive, branch, cult, or creed.
There is no color.
There is creation.
There is no skin.
There is form; and the only hideousness shape, is control and abuse of shape and form.
If there is harm, you defend according to the level of harm.
If there is death you defend to live.
If you fight they fight.
If it exceeds a temperament maintain control the situation.
There is fight & there is flight, there is strength & there is humility.
There is no gender & there is no color & there is only creation of shape and form.
Money is a object, a idol, a tool of control, vs logic of the root of reality and survival. Magic is energy, a illusion over the yet perceptible will.
The illusion: of the unknown, is created by assumption.
The assumption: of the illusion, is created by the unknown.
The unknown of the assumption is created by the illusion.
Unknown: therefore created; is unknown.
The illusion is the assumption.
Each word can replace the other.
Assumption Illusion Unknown
Assumption is an illusion, it is the unknowledgeable; the unlearned discipline in the raw form; a lack of communication to which only breaks the mental, spiritual, physical foundation, and the illusion severs the spiritual connection.
A concoction to destruction of a social cohesion, IE: war.
The shadows on the wall from the fire in the cave, is the same dance that generates war in the mind. Where hate and chaos which generate fear & control, where power and authority should not be used to bewilder, but for calm and understanding wisdom itself.
Money grants false powers, and false profit’s of values that should never have existed.
Where work for the societal sense or for the tribe’s function should be sacred; & not as ethics and etiquette but as survival, and humane bonds in kinship not financual trusts.
Trade should be in labor; & received in & returned in labor; but not how much, but getting it done.
A need as it is, is a need, & or it is needed somewhere else.
If not in the concurrent time and place, it is a variation for skill to survive not for a profit.
Profits vs Prophets
Profess, teach, cultivate, learn, Pro-pharoh phet feat, express, say, pro-create.
The rows and set, multiple, pro, build, set, seed, multiply, and live.
Seek and find reap and sow wisdom.
Greed of power corrupted the word Prophet into Profit, Pha-raoh the-row, the harvest for = pro fit is adapt, take, or fit a vision for survival or truths.
Dividing that vision becomes perish & kill; & parish rewritten as The People vs the demons, demons\daemons described as horns and wings and tails odd animal feet. Feathers and helms with horns, the natives and enemies of the roman empire and Jewish kings and other lords as if gods.
All labels of their enemy in descriptions of tribal wear, as if demons through the vast description of every other massacred tribe.
Enslaved like Solomon’s tools, Solomon, solo man Mason-sol, KKK order of the dawn, the brotherhood of light.
The kings men, the oppression and control of freedom and wisdom.
The revoking of any other God or un-labeled wisdom as a damned, un-holy, vile, sick, diseased, uncouth, belligerent, savages.
No matter the holistic wisdom, or the power found, or the energy returned of the body learned, or the ideology amassed from dreams from outside prophetic vision’s, and no mater the truth found in simular, similar, or secular..
All the advanced civilizations of peace worship and war, all lumped in to be destroyed and reclaimed by the King’s. The monarchs and false Heiarch’s rip and take what is found or discovered, the pillage in his name.
As if God itself gave the people a new discovery, or a miracle; a credit in a founding annotators bloodshed taken by the theives proclaiming love through extolling in their revere, and revelations against laws of sin for admonishment by the king and pope. All deemed cleansing to the people, as they feel the warmth of only the sun; a symbol of the Sun. Son of God, synagog. Ra ray sol solstice solace solar scholar the light of wisdom vs the dark and condemned.
Hel\Hellen\Hell experience is described as the same effects as a decomposing corpse being rotted, picked away by unseen unknown things as if the shell itself was tormented, where the damned curse the corpse in disease and death.
We bury the bones and pray from fear and respect. But with fear of the right thing, is it right? is it shrouded by God and his light? Positive fear, is only with positive protection.
It is not positive to uphold mindless slaughter for renovations collections and concentration camps older than the so called worst victimizer in war.
We should only bury in respect, never bury in hate.
Dig 12 feet deep instead of 6 feet if its hate. Carry their life on the soul, & will itself if it is taken into hate.
Survival and right wisdom, is empty with hate.
Pharaoh Thoth proph it (pro, ph, Ff, ro = for) * fit in latin means Adapto* to or adept, fit to; pro has become take of, vs create of, & give of.
We kill too much, and conquer imaginary lands we never can own.
We hunt to gather, we gather to build, we build to hunt, we eat to live, we live, we dance, we love; we extorted our souls & forgot the nature and beyond nature of our existence’s purpose for the unknown, & by attacking the unknown in a constant cycle of spear-rituality from Herod to... https://infidels.org/library/historical/kersey_graves/16/chap16.html
All because of kings and their warped vanity, wrought in warped from, from kind into selfish kin into A King to rule over all people and deliver them into a singularity of spirit born into pride vanity and deceit of the people, & by wringing their faith as a magic show with levers pulleys steam and weights to cull them into a fascade ordained by a mascerade.
Ki, kin, king ki key ke King ki- energy n~g negate Kind ki \body blood energy, nd n~d need
We suffer with wants and desires, we kill ourselves by taking more than we need, we feast on this husk and call it desire.
When you speak of balance as religion: taking and forcing others into subservience or neglect.
the honor of respect was once the Liege: 1. A lord or sovereign to whom allegiance and service are due according to feudal law. 2. A vassal or subject owing allegiance and services to a lord or sovereign under feudal law. 3. A loyal subject to a monarch. www.vocabulary.com/dictionary/liege * *In an interesting etymological twist, the word at one time meant a ’leader of a band of free men.
Much the opposite of its eventual meaning as a following or conformity\sub-service\servitude to a feudal Lord of war and peace.
Balance must be your own set of balance and awareness; where you interrupt balance in drastic actions committed, the energy forms and adheres to the level of the shell.
Depending on many factors the balance will adjust either by action or instance, where death becomes an immersion into the positive scale or negative scale.
Where energy combines chemically the astral and either must have their own return to balances electric physical and metaphysical.
Such forced spirituality, is not a re-liege.
Again, Liege: to be a leader of free people... Re: with reference to; regarding.) *archaic definition*.
The Demon Legion: Lie-gon or a heathen, or Hera-tic is oppressing the free those who worshiped another ideal outside of the monarchy. Hera a female Goddess, The wiccan, the mage, the Asir, Athir, Arthur, authority, the leader of the free man, opposing the wicked kings against Alvalon the knights of the round, Shakespeare. The true bards and warriors of the freedom of right and wisdom to the people in all forms.
Of justice aside a crown and throne.
The same ones who betray or lie’s in the minds of the people.
the Liege or Legion; vs My Liege, Legion-naire.
The wicked: hunted burned broken and killed to enslave a single message of idolisim, be in crosses stars or cold hard cash. And that warped message is “money and submittal is your savior, give to Caeser what is his” GIVE TO THE\YOUR KING!..
The king can only attempt to attest to control your life of free will, you choose to release your sin for the rest of the vultures, you choose to bow or die, you choose to join or die. Lower your arms for peace for war. To beseech and be pardoned by god for treason, or SIN!
The king, Lord of the shepherd’s: the wanderers, Jews, Romanians, Israelite’s, Turk’s, Arab’s etcetera.
The sects of the peddlers & the caravans, the oppressed in Medieval days.
The men un-welcomed aside selling trades and good’s.
Forced to travel the lands, the kings decreeing to force them to peddle their goods but, never allow them to take settlement.
The King : knowing they come from other lands with goods from afar.
If living in constant traffic across my land, will make the land and the people come forth to see such good’s.
& like a dirty bear trap snapping, the taxation of outside fools bridged into economic trade, and the bankers biting the hand in return. You cant stay here; but, you can sell your wares to survive suffice service on these land’s.
This is ”The big lie ” that ”money is a requirement for survival”.
Money, the fiber of a tree, the cotton off the back, and stones and minerals dug from the ground.
Not far from finding flint silica & gold in a river.
(Trees are for shelter
Sun is to grow from) all require this small scale circle, obviously a comparative description.
Religion\realignment is not nature or super-nature or the study of wisdom or spiritual freedom of wisdom.
Money is the massive en masse oppression of free wisdom; where corral and control is hoarding the people like cattle into a token based slavery. Where you are a number, marked, re-educated then released to preform.
A well trained number, ready with skills & skill bases, evading latent talents.
Only ”Under-educated”, by the means of what you have can not be allowed endless usage’s; it must be used to make a living where at best, you sharpen your skill set into a lifetime till you can not.
Where skills to build upon for survival are only mocked and locked by the rich.
This has always been to the timeless and unburdened by poverty to be the common and adequate control for the upper class manipulating the lower class, & at one time education was reserved for the wealthy excluding any below.
Engineering is now a enforced broken trade, the consumer will never keep the tool’s needed in top condition.
We even believe in the “mass depletion of resources”, which is made less and less a issue from the enforcement to restricting yearly consumption, by developers razing land and minerals for mass extractions. The balance of reducing the use in reuse\recycle is brought against the consumers more so by raising the costs.
The very churn of the planets core acting like a living reactor recreating fuel, flora, fauna, and minerals over time.
The same time, we have the means to regenerate stronger materials for the developer to decrease usage of excess resources for decades.
And the lies, deceiving efforts, to deny it, lowering the worth in cheap breakable parts. And raising the costs of food while shrinking the product’s worth, and even decreasing dietary value annually.
Our food is reduced in weight and serving, by the F.D.A. W.H.O. and C.D.C. And people eat the BS and agree with the price shifts of the economy due to fear and stupidity.
Buying numbers: The officials themselves paid for such statistics through university sponsorship’s\scholarship’s donation’s; which are usually unnamed unmarked boosts, aside media profits all news is good with giving money, and in the same pay-off the statistics claimed as squandered are from those same handshakes from those same establishments that were donated to, look into the sister companies that donate to those “Scientific food research” program’s.
Not by market analysis, not by cause and effect, but by allowing the market costs to proceed in this way legally in trade laws and fraudulence.
The same kinds of practices of hoarding diamond surplus, only to leak a select amount each year to raise the value or keep it consistent.
Where a diamond is a dime a dozen if they unveiled how much carbon and carbon synthetic diamonds they have.
Let alone how much more it has increased from Russian mining areas and their deep network expanding through trade finances; all of which is tied to every bond, spiritual and ritual. And you are taxed on every festival in any motion of freedom willingly.
Instead it is self justified, the only in-just IS self justified.
The rule over literature, changing is Afixation’s; enforcing to elect house’s and name’s that created the re-ligion in name only to rename those words to bury re-wright re-right & rewrite their text test and tongue.
This physical rulebook is not of God’s or Gods, or Goddess’s tongue’s of freedom’s as from kind, into King, is as MAN to a person or the people.
The so called Royal Hierarchy, is not a divided creature from the sequence of artistic tribalism. And racism for the self righteous by their throne, as if some divine moniker separating one layer of flesh in the sun longer than the other makes them a King. One Person is not less than another.
Look into the what if the South did win.
What laws were ready set in-place had that been victorious.
What in religion was to change for to those motions in history.
The money is only one road map, where the past is sequentially changed index by index. www.todayifoundout.com/index.php/2010/08/the-word-man-was-originally-gender-neutral/
Gender dividing, skin color enslaving, controlling; All of this IS sac-re-liege against not only positive absolution to be of peace in mind heart body spirit and soul; but to every extent it is wrong.
It is the dark and damned nature we distrust as humane nature and spiritual nature, and the truth and sacred wisdom’s of, are ignored in a bloody bag of self enforced bliss.
Taking freedoms and enforcing sacking of places.. sac sap sake take,
not bridge un-connect, it is destroy, and to destroy.
Sac-rilege, take and realign!
bend and force!
break a will of peace to enslave a war by false profits!
A book of 1,000,000 words can burn 1,000,000 roots, but the message is forever scarred into the ground.
To call such act’s as the or a religion of peace; founding prosperity on others sorrow is despair.
& when unchecked & unseen, such impairment leads to self centered and egotistical mass suicide.
The slaughter of everything but that which shines in our eyes as unknowns of belief, is the true revelation and lack of ascension of the spirit.
Cutting the wings of wisdom that know of God’s\Goddesses or any good or righteousness versus wrongness.
To fall on deaf ears for the crops of greed has no harvest; the remains is Death, Pestilence, Famine, & War.
If that is the calling of the end, then we have ascended and fallen many times in history by the light, the smoke, the fire, and the world wars of exopolitics, a dimensional divide of what is alien or re-masked as evil un-known’s.
Sadly, we have scarred our own planet at the thought in the blood of our own flesh, creationism tribalism religion; where spirit and the Ego become King..
As humanity becomes inhumane monsters for their own kin, & owning spirits as enslaved, all endlessly in a silly war of power that never existed past positive negative and neutral forms. No creature is spared not even our own universe or even the mind itself; all at the price to understand balance in a broken brain.