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Good Moonday Lunatics. Welcome to a brand new week on Planet Abundance.
Knowing the score and knowing the game, amounts to about 15% at best. We don’t know what goes on in the locker room, in the board room, and which spies are eyeing which kids for which teams. Now, apply this metaphor to the Cosmic Game, where most humans don’t even know it’s a game, let alone the rules.
Here’s the future no one tells you about. You will never be free. But can be “on the spectrum.”
There are enough stories of humans accumulating wealth, usually, money, money instruments, property and stuff, and then, as it is put in their stories, “giving it all away,” for there to be some truth in the concept. If I recall correctly, Andrew Carnegie gave away some 90% of his fortune, amounting to some 350 million USD. Some humans build family dynasties, others lose it gambling, or “bad investments,” or whatever.
Whether it’s 25 million, or 25 dollars, you “can’t take it with you.”
“Get rich, or die tryin.”
The quest for superfluous wealth is, as seen from the Simulatrix, part of the plantation mentality. It’s the part of the Cosmic Game that ensnares those who possess a certain combination of characteristics. These characteristics are benign in their raw form. Let’s list the usual seven. They are creative, imaginative, and talented. Ambitious, impatient, arrogant and ignorant.
These are the qualities that the “demons” (let’s call them), look for in their victims. We’ve never read Goethe’s Faust, but we’ve read around it enough to know that the lead character has these seven traits, at the very least.
One need not scrutinize the herd very intensely to notice that the so-called “Epstein Class” demonstrates these characteristics. Epstein himself is the poster boy for such a character. Furthermore, (here’s your black pill), he knew, perhaps instinctively, how to attract those with such attributes, on both sides of his ledger. Those who serve, and those to be served. Those to be exploited. And those to be extorted. It’s a vicious circle, and it happens continuously in western, so-called, civilization. And in every industry where flesh is financialized.
We are not the first or the only eyes to notice that Black entertainers don’t often reach the ripe old age of 65. Sometimes jazz musicians, or studio cats can beat that curse, but rarely do popular entertainers reach that peak, especially when they are controversial. Stevie Wonder and Al Green are notable exceptions. Sly Stone lived 82 years. Cassandra Wilson, who just passed reached age 70. Both MJ and Prince had public disputes with their “owners.” Neither reached 60. (And neither did Rick James. Just sayin’) .
We’re not ignoring the White rockers either. The “27 Club” is eerily legendary, and if we dared to delve behind the scenes, we’d find a common thread. But sometimes, shit just happens. And if you don’t want shit to happen to you, you stay silent and play the game. Maybe you’ll be able to build some generational wealth, despite your “intellectual property” (including your likeness, which would include synthesized vox), reverting to the industry.
There’s this “doctrine” called, “work for hire,” which stipulates, that “if you create an invention while employed and within the scope of your job, the company owns the rights to that invention.” These days this probably includes codes, software, AI, robots. I wonder, if you’re a copy writer and you come up with a million seller, like “Where’s the beef?” If the company owns that too? Probably. Because Europeans believe that they can own anything, and restrict the “rights” of indigenous humans, to benefit from the lands they have inhabited since before recorded time, by virtue of their Christian God. And because they, Europeans, “named it” – that is, they wrote it down and “sealed” (the King’s seal, or the Papal Bull), the deal. Thus it becomes law. Limbs are chopped off, and resources, even “human resources,” are extracted, and traded like commodities.
And this brings us back to Emindcipation.
It’s not our fault that we think and behave according to the doctrine of plantation politics. We were born into it. Twenty generations since the “Americas” were infected by the White Death, we accept the ailment because we don’t know any better, or any different. The vision of a different whirled, or system is left to our imaginations. Nostalgic renderings of space aliens, philosopher kings and luminous beings that would shepherd these unruly skin bags into lives of comfort, ease, liberty and no consequences for our dark human nature, and destructive emotions are about the best we can do. As long as you don’t ask the herd to be responsible, or accountable, no one will be disappointed. The shepherds can attend to other activities.
Recognize the Cosmic Game. You are a part of it, regardless of what you call it. Life. Existence. Hell. You’re in it. You are it.
Stay sane, stay strong, stay safe, stay savvy, stay serene, stay sovereign, stay subscribed.
PEACE.
