Bear with me. It’s not short, and it does play on the particular nerve string that continues to irk the snot out of me. It relates to those individuals who EXPECT to have gobs of money coming their way because they exist, and for little more than that. They beLIEve they deserve and are entitled to the pedestal. This is personal for me, too.
Part of what wakes people up is poverty, and this is why the “awakening community” or the “alternative community” et al., is primarily made up of people struggling financially if not in actual poverty. Another way to consider this…. the end road for people who were in “programs” is a disintegration process that makes it nearly impossible for them to maintain a “job” in the slave system because of the high stress demand/adrenal depletion. We find each other because we must do so in order to survive. We have to connect the puzzle pieces, to see if one of our fellows has what we have not been able to identity on our own, and thereby to achieve the innerstanding that helps us reach ever deeper.
We live on THE Plantation—there’s no escape from that. Going off the grid is tangential to a pipe dream—you still gotta buy the land and a structure to live in, transportation and fuel to travel to the grocery store if (really when) your hydroponic freedom garden cruciferous veggies fail. There are RECORDS when you buy land, and those never go away. You can’t live without food, or clothing, or certain basic necessities, and unless you grew up learning how to create every little thing you might use in your lifetime, you WILL go retail at some (and likely many) point(s). Every individual in a slave system has no choice but to comply with the demands of slavery in one way or another. We do the best we can, contribute as little to the “master” as possible. Yet the requirement stands and like it or not, the compromise cannot be avoided. How do we know we live on a plantation? Because there is some form of abuse that every plantation inhabitant experiences.
Beware the bobble-heads. Is it luck, effort, or design to be inserted in that pantheon?
What does it mean to achieve the pedestal, and what is required to be so lifted up? A feeding must occur or the vaunted position be vaunted no more, does it not. So it is highly interesting to me those individuals who have set themselves up on a particular pedestal in this [pic-ur-name] community and expect this to be the whole of their “occupation” and the sole source of income for themselves and family. They are quite literally expecting this group of people who are under this analysis living at or near poverty, to be their life support system.
This is pure vampirism, and it is damned time we called it what it is. And it is high time we get beyond the little nicks and pricks that have kept us batting at the small flies, abandon our outer Renfield, and shout a resounding “NO!” of sufficient volume that the false reality cracks, and nevermore can or shall it be repaired.