Thursday, August 20, 2015

Losing Sleep

People have criticized me for not getting enough sleep.
I can only say that if they knew what I knew and saw what I saw,
they'd be losing sleep as well.
(And some of them might also lose their natural minds!)
You know, the nasty thing about debts,
including the multi-trillion-dollar variety,
is that at some point in time, the lender will collect. You can bet on it.
And when that day finally comes for the United States of America,
absolutely everything and everyone American will be mercilessly liquidated.
This should be well worth every American losing sleep over,
especially when both the collectors and the liquidators aren't even American,
and especially when the national debt was specifically designed
to be utterly impossible to pay off. You can't use U.S. Dollars to pay off the debt,
because the U.S. Dollar IS the debt, plain and simple.
And every last dollar in your pocket is nothing more than
a valueless promissory note, also known as a Federal Reserve Note.
And the Federal Reserve Bank that prints this worthless paper money
isn't even a Federal Agency, but is instead a private bank,
owned by foreign bankers. Every debt scenario always has at least two parties,
the lender and the debtor. With the national debt,
everyone knows that the debtor is the entire United States of America.
But scarcely anyone bothers to ask who the lender is!
There is absolutely no such thing as you lending money to yourself:
that's called zero cash-flow, because the lender and the debtor
are the same person, so the money just stays put.
Likewise, there is simply no such thing as America being indebted to herself:
that's also zero cash-flow, which means that there'd be no national debt.
And as for mutual indebtedness between two nations,
that is yet another ridiculous fiction,
since the debt owed by one nation would either partially or totally
cancel out the debt owed by the other. So if the two debts were equal,
there'd really be no debt at all! So again, if America is in debt,
then there must be a lender at the other end of that debt.
And in this case, America is deeply indebted to the Federal Reserve
for her very money supply, which means that the Federal Reserve
is not an American agency, has never been an American agency,
and never will be an American agency, period.
Otherwise, as stated before, a nation indebted to herself
is not in debt at all: zero cash-flow. Ultimately,
it's better to lose sleep over finding out a heinous truth,
concerning a corrupt game designed to keep Americans on the losing end,
than it is to remain utterly ignorant and asleep
while that very game kills you
in your sleep.
---
Remember,
at some point in time,
the lender will
collect.


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Conveyor Belt

Humanity has allowed death to turn life into a hopeless conveyor belt,
where one generation is constantly displaced by another, and then another,
where fresh new specimens are born to replace the ones who will eventually die.
Because of this conveyor belt, human life has no value,
and beyond this conveyor belt, human life has no meaning.
(Truth be known, if death had really been allowed to have full reign,
there would be no humanity: everyone would be dead.)
And so goes that wretched death-complex, namely,
it's pointless, utterly pointless, to strive for righteousness and virtue
when death slays both the righteous and the wicked without discrimination;
so then it would be far more advantageous to benefit your own miserable existence
at some unwary victim's horrific expense, stealing, killing, and destroying
in order to have an edge in this outrageously limited life,
and engaging in any and every selfish lust and perversion imaginable.
Now do you understand how high the stakes really are,
concerning the need to defeat death once and for all?
As long as death is allowed to reign over us all, we are all nothing.
And no matter how much faith you claim to have in some kind of afterlife,
a total lack of any relevant evidence will render that faith null and void,
even as the Bible itself says that faith without works is dead.
(Hmmm, what an interesting choice of words: DEAD.)
And as for you silly Christians,
who keep regurgitating how Jesus Christ defeated death once and for all,
why then do you go on saying that we all still have to die,
when Jesus Himself said that whoever lives and Believes in Him
shall NEVER die? WHICH IS IT GONNA BE?!
You cannot sit on the fence with this one!
Either death was conquered, or death still conquers!
YOU ABSOLUTELY CANNOT HAVE IT BOTH WAYS!
(And I'm only concerned with what Jesus Christ said.
I don't care about how Peter, Paul, and the rest of the gang said
that we're all still supposed to die, especially since they're not even perfect men.
I'm only concerned with what the Perfect Son of G
OD said,
since He'll never get it twisted, ever.)
And if death still reigns supreme over us all, regardless of Christ's cross,
then you really need to renounce Christ, throw away the Bible,
give up every last ounce of virtuous, moral, upright living,
and be as selfish, greedy, lustful, perverse, deceitful, and violent
as your lukewarm heart already was, and then some!
Either Jesus is real, death has been defeated, and we are immortal right now,
or death still reigns supreme, Jesus was a lie, and moral living is horse-crap.
You absolutely cannot sit on the fence with this one.
It's either one way or the other, not both.
But you'd better make up your mind soon
before death's conveyor belt
takes you away.


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The Climb

In this present corrupt world,
climbing the mountain of truth is not for the weak.
For every truth you learn on the climb,
a most-favored belief you have had since birth will be slain,
and its blood will cover your intellectual path,
making it that much harder to climb.
And the higher you climb,
the lesser the number of meaningful people you will have near you,
simply because they ceased to climb any higher,
or they basically refused to climb at all,
which will make your ascent that much lonelier as you continue.
Sometimes, for the moment, the price you pay for truth
is peace of mind, simply because that peace was founded
upon lies, false beliefs that may be thousands,
even tens of thousands of years old, yet still false.
The climb always seems thankless and bitter,
but it is always demanded of anyone
who is dedicated to being an ally of the truth.
Otherwise, that person who refuses to climb, in any way,
cannot even remotely claim such an allegiance,
but is instead a liar and a hypocrite in every way.
You absolutely cannot be afraid to give up your religion,
your family, and your country if the climb reveals them all
to be heinous lies. Otherwise, you are utterly unworthy of any truth,
no matter how virtuous you claim to be.
And anyone who is utterly unworthy of truth is also unworthy of life,
in every way. That which is the lie cannot live.


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In the Name of Freedom

What is freedom?
From the time we are born, we are
conditioned to swap our very own precious hours for dollars
in order to eat, get dressed, and purchase a place to stay,
the original ideals of rural self-sustenance and land ownership
so thoroughly erased from this present majority
that if this money system were to die, they would all die with it.
What is freedom?
From the time we were born, we are
thoroughly trained to be wage-slaves and debt-slaves
in a smoke-and-mirrors economy consisting of promissory-note dollars
printed by a sleazy global banking firm posing as a federal agency,
the American government long since having been bought and incorporated by
imperialistic foreign moneychangers who now tax the American people
with an undemocratic impunity known as the Internal Revenue Service.
What is freedom?
The people fought and died for it more than two centuries ago,
only to find that we have all merely escaped from one prison to another,
from a prison of hopeless pain to a prison of boundless pleasures,
where our basic human rights are still denied, albeit
with a denial disguised as liberty like ravenous wolves in sheep's clothing,
every metropolitan city now converted into a hopelessly congested, divided farm
where helpless human livestock is bred for an inevitable final slaughter.
The rich are no better off than the poor, having six-,
seven-, eight-, nine-, and ten-figure amounts of
the same Federal-Reserve promissory-note dollars that still amount to
nothing more than smoke and mirrors, with that dreadful day around the corner
when the smoke is suddenly blown away
and the mirrors are inconveniently shattered.
And how can you call yourself free when
you need debt-dollars in a debtors' economy
so that you can eat, clothe yourself, and put a roof over your head?
How can you call yourself free when your very mind
is enslaved to so many pieces of paper with the faces of
dead Presidents printed on them? (And some of those same Presidents
actually owned plantations filled with Black slaves.)
How the hell can you call yourself free when you
involuntarily pay taxes to an imperialistic government system
that not only owns the American government outright,
but also considers the American people to be nothing more than
property, capital, livestock, things, things, things?
And how could you have even called yourself free
when you, your parents, your grandparents, your great-grandparents, and so on,
all of you,
have been denied the very truth of your existence since birth?
When it comes to true freedom, we the people are a lie.
And though the luxurious hedonistic prison that holds us
spans thousands of beautiful miles in every direction,
it is still a prison. And the boundless prison-bars made of
gold, silver, precious gems, dollar-signs, and mindless hedonistic dreams
are still prison-bars. And the American livestock,
though it has a human face, human hands, and a human mind,
is still livestock bound for an inevitable slaughter.
True freedom can only come
when you know the truth, and the truth makes you free.
True freedom is always better than liberty,
and having true fulfillment always surpasses
the mere pursuit of happiness.


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The Luxurious Prison

        There was once a myriad of people who were all imprisoned in a cramped cage made of solid iron bars. The conditions were dark, dank, and foul. Illness and starvation were rampant, and the smell of death always lingered in the already stifled air. The prisoners were brutally forced into hard labor, from sunrise to sunset, and it was not uncommon for prisoners to die young under the endless days of severe stress. Many of the prisoners had all but given up hope, choosing instead to wallow in despair, while many others cried out for some form of relief, some form of freedom, only to be silenced by the armed prison-keepers who had no problems killing any prisoner who "behaved incorrectly." Then, one day, a thirty-third of the prisoners found what seemed to be a corridor out of the prison, and as they escaped through this way out, they were surprised to find that none of the prison-keepers tried to kill them. After traveling a great distance from the prison through the corridor, this small group of prisoners then found themselves in a vast paradise stretching for many thousands of miles in every direction, decked with immaculate natural parks, pristine wildlife, monumental valleys and mountains, beautiful beaches, and an overwhelming abundance of every resource they could ever want or need. They found that they were free to do nearly everything they had ever imagined possible, and so they called themselves a free and liberated people. Even though a small group of these people became explorers, travelled as far as they could, and constantly ran into a boundless barrier of what resembled prison bars, these bars were made of gold, silver, and precious gems instead of iron, and they were so incredibly beautiful that nearly all of these explorers never considered them to be prison bars at all. Nevertheless, eleven of the explorers came to realize that the people merely escaped from one prison to another, that these beautiful prison bars were still prison bars just the same, and that the people were never truly free at all, which is why the prison-keepers never tried to pursue them or kill them. But the new prison was so vast and so beautiful, and the prisoners living so luxuriously, that the eleven explorers who knew the truth were violently persecuted into oblivion; the prison-keepers never had to lift a single weapon.

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America, the Great Gilded Cage

        America is the most violent and perverse nation in the civilized world because, deep down inside the collective American psyche, the people know that their nation is nothing more than a lie, and that in reality, America is nothing more than a gilded cage, and the American people, nothing more than human livestock bound for inevitable slaughter. A gilded cage is still a cage, and cage bars made of solid gold are no better than those made of iron. As long as you are caged, you are not free, and you will never truly be free. If you really think you're free, then stop paying the global imperialistic taxes imposed on every American citizen, and you'll quickly find out just how free you really are!
        Ultimately, America is living proof that the collective mind of any global society can be the worst prison of all. With each and every passing generation, Americans have been selectively bred to become nothing more than common human livestock, every shred of self-discipline, rural self-sustenance, land ownership, and unity entirely replaced by mindless hedonism, urban and suburban dependence, overwhelming debt, and heinously selfish division. Americans are violent because deep down inside, they already know that they have been bred for the slaughterhouse of occult human sacrifice.
        There are two primary groups in American society: "Those who Do Not Know" and "Those who Know." The group of "Those who Do Not Know" is a very small minority, largely consisting of immigrants who are entirely unaware that they have merely immigrated from one cage to another. But eventually, when their eyes are finally opened to the heinous reality of this nation, they will join the vastly larger majority group of "Those who Know." The group of "Those who Know," in turn, consists of four subgroups: "Those who Deny," "Those who Explode," "Those who Escape," and "Those who Rule."
        "Those who Deny" are the vast majority of Americans in the group of "Those who Know." They simply refuse to accept the horrific reality of having been lied to since birth about their nation, and they resist even the most solid evidence that proves how false and illusory the nation really is. These are the people who allow absolute fear to completely shut them down. They would rather go on about their business, living out their own American lives with their own American careers and American families, and pretend that the raging bull in the china closet will simply go away if they collectively ignore it long enough. Sadly, these are the very people who choose to live on their knees instead of on their feet, and in the end, that is exactly how they will die, suddenly and without warning.
        The second largest subgroup, "Those who Explode," consists of the ones who always eventually wind up in the news headlines for committing random and senseless acts of horrendous violence. The psychotic collective mind of American society has literally caused these individuals to crack, and they in turn resort to hideous acts of serial murder (as was the case with serial killers like Charles Manson, Ted Bundy, and Aileen Wournos) and unspeakable acts of public slaughter (i.e. the shooting at the movie theater in Aurora, Colorado, the murder of innocent children at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, Connecticut, and the bombing of the Boston Marathon). The explosions of this subgroup are the reason America has more murders every year than every other nation in the civilized world combined.
        Then there's the third largest subgroup, and in some cases the most mysterious one, "Those who Escape." These are the idealists, artists, dreamers, theologians, and mystics who live in and for "other worlds" beyond this present one. Some are overt in their philosophies and practices, while others are entirely secretive and covert. They either express a mild disinterest or an outright disdain towards worldly pleasures and pragmatic thought. They are the ones who always "think outside of the box" when it comes to new ideas that further human growth and progress. And in the inner sanctum of their minds, they are always free.
        The last and smallest subgroup, "Those who Rule," consists of the elitists who created and presently control the gilded cage. They usually operate in secret (at least for now), and communicate their presence to one another through public symbols and monuments that go unrecognized by the common people, but still have an occult power over those common people. They currently operate in secret because their actual power is one of illusion, namely, they have convinced those with real physical power (i.e. weapons, finance, material goods, etc.) to buy into the unified vision of a world utopia readily available to the upper class. The moment everyone ceases to buy into that vision is the moment the illusion of power ceases, and it is also the moment "Those who Rule" find themselves running for their lives. Nevertheless, the illusion is so powerful, the nation will never truly break free of it, and so the people will continue to remain imprisoned within the Great Gilded Cage.


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The Slaughterhouse Floors

Any man or woman without a past, without an identity,
without a legitimate history, nationality or heritage,
can easily be reduced to nothing.
That has always been the practice of those opulent shadow-dwellers who
rule over this present global empire,
where whole nations of people are stripped of their names and
reduced to financial cattle.
And the end of all cattle has always been the slaughterhouse.
Did you really think that the American herd
would have a better fate,
now that the bread and circuses have long since
gone high-tech and entered the Information Age?
Or did you ever stop to think that Cyberspace will become
the most efficient slaughterhouse of all?
And forty acres and a mule mean absolutely nothing
to the millions of modern-day Urban-American wage-slaves who
have had every last ounce of rural self-sustenance and true land-ownership
completely bred out of them.
They won't be able to save themselves from the inevitable dollar-collapse,
no matter how badly they want to: they are nothing more than
nameless cattle, bound for slaughter. And what will you be able to do
when you finally learn that everything you have been taught
since birth, everything you have come to hold dear,
and every last part of your Great American Heritage
are all nothing more than a shadow-imperialist's skillfully-crafted lies?
They're not obligated to tell cattle the truth.
In fact, they're not obligated to tell livestock anything
while oceans of blood are being spilled on the slaughterhouse floors.


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