The game is over and we've already lost.
That is, unless you split ties and quit it yourself.
Welcome to my last post, guys. I say it as my last post because as much as I think I'll still be logging on from time to time, truth is that there's no way out as I see it by continuing to be here and posting whatever it is I've been posting. Truth is that Steemit as a platform is dying anyways, and so it's time for us to say our goodbyes with a final message.
My message to you is that it's time to consider the game as lost, especially here in America.
We can feel the downward spiral speeding up, and as tears flow down my eyes we have to agree that this crypto project is not the way out, nor is voting, nor is playing in any way how we've been. Bitcoin is nothing but a distraction and a means to get you onboard a digital system magnitudes more powerful than the debt slavery we face today. It was born as anonymous, pitched as uncensorable and promised freedom, however we see that it only makes tracking easier, banning and blacklists are fastly approaching, and you won't be able to escape it in the event of a dollar crisis. The machines are faster, smarter, and on the side of the powers that be. You can see it in your local McDonalds, Walmart or every time you shop at Amazon. You can see it in the job markets, especially the younger you are, and in the school systems with all of the bland, dullness that go on in there.
You can see it in the news with the endless drama about the wall being built, about the economy slowing down, about the racial divides. You can feel it every time you go out to get your groceries, every time you pump your gas tank, and every time you see a crime on nighttime television.
We live in the same plane of existence, all of the thousands and millions of us. What are we doing living in a slave world, under a debt system, ran by tyrants and constantly distracted by social media propagation? Why are we so divorced from the eternal, nature herself, from our foods to our drinks to our habits? Every day is a new opportunity, but yet it continues to spiral, downwards. The social order gets more exposed as a total hoax, and we all know it, but then the day goes on and we keep the same damn routine going in our heads.
This game is over, folks. It's fucking over because if you're in a situation like most, you're relying on a paycheck that is about to be automated out in a technological tsunami -- robots can serve us food and fix our bodies, they might even deliver our products and deliver us from point A to B within the coming times. Where are you in this equation? Sucking off the tits of Universal Basic Income while those that had extra time to ween themselves off the financial trap get taxed just because they're wealthy and here? It's not going to work.
All of your protesting, it's not going to work. It's not going to work because you still rely on the supermarkets, the places giving you GMO food and nanoparticles in your breakfast, plastics in your water and pesticides in your plants. You're still working to pay rent!
You need to strike at the root, and there's where it lies!
I've been doing a lot of development on my own about what works and what doesn't.. I've had certain situations where I've had to shed fears of well, dying by the police. Feeling utterly alone while looking through old high school friend's facebook pages, and then realizing how much they actually weren't there for me in any real way. Thoughts of becoming a black farmer, connecting to the land and to our history, to see the toils of generations which somehow vanished into thin air before we arrived, to see how evident the oppression is to our very blood.
Life.... it's such a beautiful miracle, and yet so simple. We are bathed in light of all sorts of colors, in all sorts of forms we can perceive and interact with -- ultimately all one mind through a sacred connection that we cannot describe in a game where we star as the main player.
We star as the main player, and yet what do we do? The same thing every day, every week. High off illusions.
My humanity, I lament. Powerful, beautiful humanity, I lament at how we've allowed this to occur -- how we've allowed death to spring up at our door, for suffering to spread it's arms around our necks. Breathe!
Release yourself into this divine generation, death is but a mere wiping away of what you thought you were!
I cannot with Steem anymore, as I feel that this ultimately gets nowhere but locked into a cage for the algorithms in the future.