Showing posts with label Social Engineering. Show all posts
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Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Day 270: Cheap Goods - Containment/Contentment Tools





Within this system and how it was set up, to create perfect unscrupulous consumers whose only aim and reason to live would be to consume, we overlooked one point.

The point was, that as we squeezed the system from the bottom up, we left people with not enough cash to in fact do what they had been built and programmed to do: Consume.

It is no secret that wages have gone down in terms of buying power, when I was a kid people were able to buy homes, yes with a mortgage, but that did not mean that they were strangled into situations where they would have to choose between "eat or heat" as it is happening lately for example in Britain or choose between which child should receive an education or when one could go for surgery or dental care, there was enough to live and some -not much- to spare.


Now, imagine this, to begin to understand how we have been programmed into desiring experiences that would make us feel good, we have to wake up to the nasty truth that some have for long now understood human nature as programmable and how to programme it, either through fear, a feel bad experience- or a promise of a reward as a feel good experience. Please watch the linked documentaries, Human Resources and PsyWar to shed light on how it all began into the mass scale brainwashing all the way up to where we find ourselves today.

As a consequence of this programming, we could be enticed to 'desire' one experience vs another, hence we created marketing and advertisement to broadcast 'desirable or undesirable' experiences and once the desire existed, exploit the desire for commercial/profit purposes.

This is why when you see a yogurt on TV someone wants you to buy, it's usually in the hands of a half naked lady who is bending down to take it out of the fridge - are you after the yogurt, Hardly, you are after the lady, this is why she is there in the first place, watching the lady will generate a desire for THAT positive experience, so the next time you are in a supermarket having to choose between 100 yogurts, your mind will bring up the link to the 'positive/feel good experience' and you will AUTOMATICALLY choose what you have been programmed to buy. We are never buying products for what they are, we are after the experience that was promised, that is Human's Promised Land.

We exist as the sum of these desires for feel good experiences, every WORD inside of us is now linked to something that carries an energetic value, it's either + or -, and through this word a-maze-ment and Pictures - which are words in a dress- we are remote controlled.

It is not a chance that wars have become 'Freedom Fights', you'll fight for FREEDOM, you would not fight to kill innocent people though, but we do, because we allow our strings to be pulled continuously, consistently through WORDS and PICTURES, there is no Mind Control out there, the Mind Control we are subject to, is an Inside Job.

Now think abut a shrinking economy, imagine that those that designed the system 'forgot' that they could not squeeze the juice out of everyone that was PROGRAMMED to achieve their life goals and a sense of purpose through MONEY into a NO MONEY situation, yet Greed is a nasty beast, as they realized the extent of the successful programming they saw that people would accept ANYTHING if they made them FEAR that something BAD was going to happen to them -you'll lose your house, your job, your family, your children won't be able to have an education, your health will be jeopardized-, and while they kept going,  WE kept complying.

The interesting thing and maybe even overlooked result of this was that we accepted to work for a pittance in inhumane conditions just due to a state of programmed FEAR, that could be amped up or down like the volume on a TV set, we run on the fear of losing everything and not being able to sustain ourselves, our Lives, occasionally the system would offer some breaks -because any SYSTEM would break down when overloaded/overheated- through entertainment, showing the happy lives we could aspire to if we were not such dickheads, always shifting the blame on those that didn't make it -come on- with ALL the opportunities you have been given in this (FUN) FAIR world, what is wrong with YOU?

And as some pushed and we accepted, as some claimed superiority and we stood below in inferiority, as some claimed their rights above others and we gave up our Self responsibility for ourselves and the Whole as One, the money started to flow only in one direction, UPWARD, because some held all the energy in place, while we lost all of ours into ludicrous energy games, up and down, left and right, after divisive causes that The Empire has always promoted, Divide et Impera, from fear to worry, creating directly or participating in creating through acceptances and allowances, a world of Inequality and Misery, we turned ourselves into Cheap Goods, we went on Sale.

Disempowering Humanity could not though correct the consumer machine we had become and our drive(r)s and desire for positive experiences as GOODS to own and buy.

The Cheap goods market therefore came as an outlet, the world was sitting on a time bomb, WE were that time bomb, consumers without buying power, this is why a specific market to feed our drives had to be created, exploiting cheap labor was a need to keep an appearance of stability within our minds as well.
WE are the Cause of slave labor and therefore, inherently, its Solution.

Now we have reached a point of no return, the dis-empowered human that lies at the bottom of these plots on a pile of goods he never even needed, is finding out that there is no room to move, there is no way upward, there is no way downward, we are stuck in limbo Consumer-land, yes, occasionally a few attempts to nurture our ideas of 'fulfillment' are made, one of those was the introduction of Free Goods, small wins on an imaginary lottery tickets where we can hold on to the illusion of having made it, having gotten something for nothing HAHA, look at me, I am sooo clever.

But we are not, we are now jailed in a world where we have turned anything and everything into something to consume, on which we can place a value that is translated in Money and we are so lost down the Illusion Pipeline that we don't see the Biggest Scam that was ever made, we live to build up a Capital of printed vouchers that we call Money to then go on shopping sprees for goods we do not need, not built to last but just to appease the Consumer Monsters we have become. And we call this Life.

What if we woke up to the truth of How Money is not even real, of how we were all born with the same right to Life, with the same right to benefit from what is on the planet, with the same right to a life without FEAR, where Life is the Capital for All to Share and not the Capital Punishment we have inflicted on each other, as a way to give or prevent access to essential Life resources for All, all the way to Death.

There is only One Choice to make, Death or Life, death is everywhere, it's the left over from our crossing into the world, we have run this planet and each other like a Slot machine, Life is not here yet but in a promise within the Breath we all Equally share, Death or Life for All is the choice we are called to make. What's Yours?

Life for All @ Equal Money. Join us.




I forgive myself that I accepted and allowed myself to believe that we are worth what we own, that our worth is established by what we manage to accumulate, pile up, store away, to prove that we have played the game and were not left behind

I forgive myself that I accepted and allowed myself to believe that going shopping is an up-lifting and a positive way to spend time vs the negative ways to spend time that underline that I do not have in fact access to all the resources that are available on the planet, but I am confined by my own beliefs into a limited space of movement within a system that designed from the start where I belonged and how far I could go given the 'numbers' I was born with and for accepting my con-finement as my reality, I forgive myself

I forgive myself that I accepted and allowed myself to believe that some who own more than others are worth more just because this planet is built and designed to cater to those who have higher numbers as their 'value tag' and that we had to accept things 'the way they are' because the world is unfair and we just have to make do with what we were given as our place within the system and not push for a change that would instead benefit All

I forgive myself that I accepted and allowed myself to be imprinted by my grandmother's fairly tale that were designed to show me the inequality and unfairness of this system as 'the way things are' where powerful people abused the poor, were kids were left in orphanages and grew to become chimney sweepers at an age that would be considered 'child labor', were fathers stumped on their children sand castles to show them that 'life is unfair', and for accepting and allowing myself to internalize these stories of fear of the system as something that can exploit me because I am LESS than the system vs seeing myself one and equal to the system, I forgive myself

I forgive myself that I accepted and allowed myself to not see, realize and understand that we were the reason for the creation of a Cheap Goods market as an outlet for our imprinted Consumerist Drive that had to find ways to be expressed, because we could implode at anytime due to our own accepted and allowed beliefs that we are what we buy, we are what we can afford, and this drive had to be contained and rewarded to prevent the world from turning upside down

I forgive myself that I accepted and allowed myself to identify the problem of a Cheap Goods market as a creation of the Elite to benefit them alone, without seeing, realizing and understanding that without the existence of the middle class accepting to become the new poor, there would not have been a need to create a 'Cheap good markets' and for failing to see our responsibility and consequential outflows of allowing ourselves to be pushed into a situation of having no access to the Vital resource that we have allowed Money to become so that we would then turn around and abuse others in this never ending chain of exploitment,I forgive myself

I forgive myself that I accepted and allowed myself to fail to see, realize and understand, that this system can only exist through the participation of all its pieces playing their part on whichever side of the polarity equation and that it is the responsibility of those that have an education -however frail- and can hear this message to stand up to no longer participate in self manipulation for consumerism, either through Fear or desire and that to stop our existence as fear and desire we have to walk a process of self correction, to walk out of the patterns we have created, accepted and allowed to stop the existence of ourselves as one of the polarities of this world, whichever that may be

I forgive myself that I accepted and allowed myself to believe that this system is too big for me to take on because I stood in separation from it and not One and Equal to it, to bring about the correction of myself as the system for myself and all of existence Equal and One



I commit myself to stand for an Equal Money System, as a system that will address this point of separation, in which we pledge to support each other equally, as Equals, stopping our Mind Control in search for more of ourselves, in fear of not being enough.

I commit myself to breathe myself into a point of stability and unwavering support for an Equal Money System, which is what I would like for myself and have to give to All as mySelf, as Whole, as One, As Life.




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Sunday, November 11, 2012

Day 189: Social Engineering - The Illusion of Choice





I am still walking my Food Persona as that is quite wide and has many facets to correct.

Within this today I knew I watched this great animation about Choice, which tied in quite nicely.

I will take this delusion of Choice into my relationship with Food to start with.

So, as a kid, my mum was raising me single handedly and we did not have Money for Choices, we just had enough Money to survive, she would shop for food once a week and I would watch the fridge empty out til the coming Saturday when we would shop at the Open market again. I did not like that, as toward the end of the week food choices would become limited, specifically because I had other choices in my life, I could go to my grandparents who lived comfortable lives and open one of their 2 always overflowing fridges or just go shopping with them to fill the cart with 'whatever I wanted'.

In Italian there is a saying my mum used to repeat to me 'The 'I want' Grass only grows in the King's garden', meaning I had no rights to 'wants' but only to 'needs'. On the contrary when I went to my grandparents I had plenty access to the 'I want' grass, they didn't only make it available, they pushed it on me, they were the Pushers of my Illusion of Choice.

As I started to walk back my Life in Self Honesty I had to face the fact that my grandparents 'Love' for me was in fact 'Spite' toward my mum, they enjoyed giving me what they were still not willing to give to her, they enjoyed the friction this created between me and my mum as that made them good when they feared to be bad and that they were the cause of some of my mum's mental problems, and they were too.

On my side walking back has brought me a lot of shame, as I saw and realized how I made up a whole bunch of Characters to cover up what I experienced for selling out my mum for Riches and the Illusion of Choice, for the Hope of my own place in the Paradise of the Rich, I would have dumped her anytime in the Money Short Hell she created for herself -this one of my justifications, she built the life that sucked and that she was now living out, why join in?-, but that was not enough, I had to make it her fault. These days when I read the comments on our posts about 'how good we are truly' I feel rage, not to the people that post the comment, to myself, that I could ever even believe it and cover up my misfits with Love and Light it took some balls, in truth my mum was the most caring of my Family which is why possibly she was the one struggling the most with Life, she would pick up stranded strangers, always step in to break a fight, she stood up for injustice so I feared that I might end up like her if I ever cared too much, with one foot in a Mental Asylum and a backstabbing family and made my choice. 
Stick to the rich backstabbers, keep your friends close but your enemies closer.
This of course drove my mum closer to craziness, sometimes she would try to make me give back what I was given by my grandparents or not allow me to go on special trips and treats, that was her way to try to lever the Field, to reduce the unfair advantage she perceived they had on me as she could not match the Money required to buy me out, my price had gone up on the Family stock market and she didn't have enough Money to sit and play.

Coming from a Catholic background I had to live with the perception of myself not as One of the bad Apostles, but as Two of them, I was both Peter and Judas, Peter as the traitor, every time I promised to myself I would stand up for my mum, but then like Peter, before the cock sang 3 times I was sold out, and then Judas for the freaking Sweets, give me my fix, give me my happiness in a candy wrap, I'll give you the woman you want, my life is safer with you anyway, what if she does end up in a Mental place and I have alienated you? No fucking way.

So, Food as the Illusion of Choice became the bag of the 33 dinars, food became the unhealthy thread that justified what I did and since I condemned myself for my sell out, in my own condemnation I kept this link alive, I con-damned myself to this servitude to Food, made it my Master and became its slave.

Where is the Free Choice in Our Lives, Really? Aren't we the product of our environment, of the information as 'genies' we download from our family line, of our society passed on and then embedded in the Flesh Fears for our own Survival,.
Where was my Free Choice to be something else, where is our Free Choice now when our Lives are tied into a Monetary system that thrives on the Illusion of Choice, showing us continuously how much Choice we have starting from Food, look you can have 350 types of cheese, 50 types of cereal, 200 types of candies, 300 types of drinks, we'll tell you which ones to buy by flashing into your brains Happy ads to show you Which Choices to make, follow the happy faces, the Happy dreams, the happy boxes, drawings, characters, follow the Illusion of Choice, it is deliberately created, Avracadavred into the World Harry Potter style, Believe It, you are SO FREE, look how much Choice you Have even only about FOOD, follow the next trend, the next white rabbit, because if you do wake up to the fact that that's about it, those are The Only Choices you are prompted and designed to believe you can make, not the Choices that Matter, like where is Public Money spent, on which Priorities, who says that arming a country to its teeth against Imaginary Enemies is a Priority and not a Mental Illness, don't go there, stay focused on Food, look what we cooked for you, grated, spiced up, minced, don't look at the substance, look at the Magic of It All, or this System runs the serious danger of being Fucked for good and asked to Change Once and for All.



I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to create a state of servitude between myself and Food in the name of my delusional, illusory Right to Free Choice

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to not realize that the Food 'Choices' I was given by my grandparents were not meant for my good but for other energetic manipulative reasons that involved my mum and what was best for them and not what was best for me or my mum

I forgive myself that I accepted and allowed myself to believe that my grandparents loved me MORE because they gave me access to everything I wanted while my mum did not, ending up associating 'Love' with being given something, being rewarded, being pacified, abdicating my responsibility toward myself for Self Love and Unconditional Self Acceptance

I forgive myself that I accepted and allowed myself to sell out for Food and for perceiving and judging myself like a traitor and someone who did not deserve to live due to what I deliberately did to my mum by choosing my wants over what is best for all and for entering a spiral of embitterment that I believed could only be placated and sedated by Sugar and Sweets

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to make up Characters and Personas to justify why I had a right to do what I did to my mum because I could not face the shame I felt for myself and how I would do it again and again just to stay in the graces of the rich people of my family and when the shame became too big I split into alternate personalities that had reasons and motives to justify my behavior

I forgive myself that I accepted and allowed myself to treasure my right to "free choice' without realizing that I was never Free and that I was choosing between poisons that my family would happily feed me to conquer me and my love in the face of the fact that the food I chose was not good for me nor supportive to my body

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to resent my mum cheap approach to shopping without realizing that she did not have a choice and she did what she could with the money she had, but since I had embraced my new "Rich Granddaughter Character" I grew in Entitlement and resentment in the same proportion, seeing my mum as deliberately NOT wanting to cater to my wants, unlike my grandparents, and therefore Not Loving me or she would have done it differently, she would have given me MORE and especially MORE choice, instead of just feeding me for sustenance without caring about my preferences and whims and desires

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to blame my sense of Misery for having to return home from my grandparents home on her making Her responsible for the Choices that were not available to me at home, failing to see that my mum was just a slave in a system of Inequality and the fact that she tried to make her life work did not make her less than a slave, but just a slave who tried to survive day by day

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to see my mum as someone who was doing something 'wrong' because if she was right, like my grandparents, married and rich, she would have a husband and more money and I would have had a better Life instead o the life of limited choices she could offer to me

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to believe that the system was fine and it was my mum out of whack, because this system worked for other people, like my grandparents, instead of facing the injustice of the system we live in, where a mother has limited choices and can be overcome, deleted, annihilated by others who have More Choices, because we are all secretly seeking our Right to Choose in Self Interest, instead of standing up for the Right of All to have access to the Same Good Choices and stop all suffering on Earth once and for All. 

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to justify this system, hoping that I would make it to the top, not like my mum who didn't and seemed to not even mind about it, instead of seeing that a System where some have All Choices and some none must be a System that is Not Right, and for deliberately missing out on this point even when faced by it inside my own Home, because it was easier to blame my mum for her underachievement than to stand in Self responsibility as a point of self correction to guarantee that a Dignified Life and Equal Choices will be available for All, and they will within an Equal Money System which I support unconditionally, for myself and All of Existence, Equal and One



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Saturday, November 10, 2012

Day 188: Social Engineering - Happy Foods - Sugar As Spice





So, in my Pursuit of Happiness, one of the Main Roles has been played by Food.

Since I was a kid Food has been given to me as a Reward, as a bribe, as a prize as something to look forward to, so Food has lost its place as Nutrition in my Mind quite early, to be replaced with a 'feeling' first of anticipation and then the 'happy feeling', the achievement of a promise, only to be followed by the down, proportional to the high which in the case of Sugar would be a ride up into Euphoria and a sliding down into Depression.

When I was a kid I had access to unsupervised Money, which I regularly, daily, turned into Sweets at the little Shop run by the Nuns in my School, the Nuns being the second pushers I met in my Life, first being my Family, and wouldn't that be appropriate, they sold us Hell and the bitterness of Life and then the 'Happy Pills', the Pacifiers, the Hope that everything will be fine after All.

The topic of Food as a mean to Happiness is quite extensive for me and I will unfold it in a few Blogs as this is a point I have wished to Not Correct, because I feel there is nothing left for me to live for most of the time and I fear letting go of food as my Source of Happiness.

As I researched for a picture to place here regarding "Happy Foods" I was overwhelmed by images of Happy Food Pictures, the "Happy" labeling of Food is extensive, we have Happy Candies, Happy Treats, Happy Cotton Candy, Happy Halloween Sweets, Happy Mc Meals and when we tried to correct the fuck up we had become about foods how did we do that? With Happy Healthy Foods.

At some level we understand that we won't be able to let go the Happy Foods if not for others Happy Foods, who wants to eat 'sad' healthy carrots and greens, 'depressed' proteins, 'sorrowful' potatoes, so the association of Food with the experience of Happiness, with the Dream of Happiness is so common we don't even see it anymore, all our foods are now 'Happy', now in Italy we have Happy Yogurts, Happy Salads, Happy organic Food, there is so much freaking Happiness in our Foods, it's no wonder there is none left for Humans, we have to eat it, drink it, but most importantly BUY IT.



I forgive myself that I have accepted ad allowed myself to buy into the Happy Foods idea as a kid because I was sad and I was looking for ways to self medicate

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to get excited about sweet food, because it was given to me as a treat for which I should get excited and I just complied

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to look forward to sweet happy foods when spending time with my grandparents as a way to spite my mum who was stricter on food both for health and because we did not have money to waste on nonsense food, and for developing a spiteful relationship with food as my way to 'go against the system'

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to desire to stuff myself with sugar to experience the rush of 'well being' as an energetic fix because I did not feel alive as a kid and I sought for ways to 'come alive' no matter at what cost for my physical body

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to believe that sugar was giving me life and liveliness instead of realizing sugar turned me spastic and damaged my brain to the point that I had to go on medications for brain inflammation due to overuse/abuse of sugar

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to, even when sugar gave me terrible crampings and pain, not be willing to let it go because I accepted and allowed myself to believe that the if I had given up that little liveliness that I felt, I would no longer exist and would become catatonic like the people of the movies when on Thorazine

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to believe that life is Bitter and needs to be sweetened up, corrected with Sugar to be acceptable, instead of seeing and realizing it was my participation in and as the Mind and my belief that THAT was all I was that gave me the experience of bitterness, embitterment that I believed to be me as Who I was, from which I tried to escape with copious amounts of sugar

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to deny my extensive use of sugar out of shame because I judged this little secret habit as unbecoming, unladylike and something to hide because if I did come clean about it they would take it from me, forbid me to access it and then I would have to face the embittered reality of me I was participating in and as

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to believe that eating sweets/sugar would make me happy/happier, even though I had eaten a ton of it with no results if not the desire for more, helping out to keep me floating on the sugar high and never have to land on the miserable reality of this world

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to make myself addicted to sugar and to the belief that if I kept at it maybe the cumulative effect would one day deliver that elusive 'Happy' experience that was shown in the Sugar Pushing Ads, always seeking, chasing that unreachable experience of Happiness, moving from one disappointment to another about Foods that I bought after watching TV and the experiences they promised that were never delivered

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to, when going for my sugar binges, do it in secret, hiding the fact that as an adult I would still buy 'Happy Colas' by the truckloads, associating every 'Happy' Sugar/Candy name to a chance, a possibility that I may get Happy if I kept going, maybe another pack will do, maybe this time it will work, maybe if I eat them slower, faster, in a whole fistful, bite them in half, don't bite them in half, trying all possible combinations BAR facing the point that there is NO HAPPINESS in Sugar or in any other Food and that the seeking of Happiness as my Right to be Happy as the Self Interest of an experience that would only take place in my head first and then in my body through insulin and adrenaline release that I identified as a Life worth living, because I could not see any other worth or value in Life except the artificial one I managed to inject into it through whatever 'promised' the happiness I sought

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to believe that my Life was sad and not worth living because I did not see myself having access to everything that was available in this world but only to a limited amount of it, defined by Money, within a system that we created for Exclusivity, to make sure some would get it All and some would be 'excluded' from the good experiences of Life that could then be prompted to BUY for themselves having accepted and allowed the belief that UnHappy lives were not worth living

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to hoard candies and hide them because I could not share my medications with other kids, as I wanted to have more, to be more, to be More Happy and as such, More Worthy, More valuable, with a Life More MeaningFull, Sweeter and if the other kids would have to be sad and bitter, better them than me

I forgive myself that I accepted and allowed myself to want to be more than other kids, happier, with a sweeter life, more meaningFull, which is what we do all the way into AdultHood, changing sweets for gadgets, homes, cars, food, to separate ourselves from the rest of the world, hoping to leave the embittered reality of this Existence behind, to someone else, instead of standing for a Solution that would benefit All equally, to erase this bitterness from existence once and for All, creating a system where Life is Equally Sweet for All Living beings and no one needs any Happy Pills to make the medicine, as the truth of what this World has turned into, go down

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to seek and desire Happiness only for myself because it seemed there was not Enough Happiness in this world to go around, to share Equally and so we would have to embrace each individual Pursuit of happiness stepping on the heads of the ones lower on this World Ladder to make sure we got where we wanted to be, to the Happy Places of existence, without considering how to build Existence into a Happy Place for All, Equal and One

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to believe that there is not enough of anything to go around and be shared Equally, having realized that some were born Poor, with less access than me to the Goodies of the World, being glad about it because until there is someone standing below us, we can call ourselves Lucky and feel good about ourselves and for not standing up for a Solution that would embrace All and Create a Dignified Life for All, Equal and One, I For-Give myself.


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