We Used To Be Free

FreedomAthens, Greece — We used to be free. We once roamed the earth with a I-don’t-give-a-f***-attitude, laughing in the face of imminent danger. We only had time to stop us. Of course, everyone knows that Einstein proved that time is relative, not absolute as Newton claimed. Theoretically if a person could travel at the speed of light, their time would cease completely and they would only exist trapped in timelessness of mind, body and spirit. We would be free – from the drama humans create that is.

The sad reality is we aren’t free. Far from it. We are ants in the giant ant farm. We are slaves. We’re helpless, bewildered, and dispirited slaves to the global elite who promise to lead us to gentler roads. We spend our days and nights fighting illusions of the past, present, and future, extrapolating our own experiences on this planet as some greater meaning to quantifying life’s most poignantly humbling question: what am I – what are we – doing with our lives? Why don’t more people in America get the debt crisis? Why don’t more people in the world understand fractional reserve banking?

Because humans are conditioned to not give a darn. We don’t care. Why should we care when the “experts” have it under control? We don’t care about “those things” because we have our own problems. Our own vapid and vain lives to full with useless clutter and crap that really doesn’t make us happy. We’ve got more judging to do and more fingers to point in condemnation as we stumble into church hungover saying, “I’m here God, and I love you.”

We’re a narcissistic lot. We feel that we are the absolute center of the world and our immediate needs and feelings are what should determine the world’s priorities. We now give meanings to “tweets” and our “feelings” to a banal status update. We Instagram the heck out of everything and hashtag it up #hatersgonnahate as we say look inward; with considerable narcissism, it is I who am the solution to the problem, not you. And we announce to the world that from this day forth we hereby separate ourselves from the lost souls around us.

But we cannot escape the vortex of destruction and despair around us. We are the special ones. Just like every single human that’s gone before us has told themselves. The husband and wife who sacrifice their own ambitions and their material assets in order to provide “a better future” for their children. The soldier who risks his life, or perhaps consciously sacrifices it, in battle. The man who devotes his life to some struggle for “his people” that cannot possibly be won in his lifetime.

All of theses are examples of the human condition. What humans seek most: freedom.

But we are not free because we cannot fight the massive economic and political shifts in the world. So we build up our courage again and say to ourselves, “well, if I can’t stop the waves, I’ll pick which wave I want to surf.” Thinking somehow this will solve the insolvable rubik cube of our lifetime: freedom. What is it, what does it mean, how the heck do we get there?

The system is designed to maintain the status quo. To never question authority. To never take accountability for our actions. To continue the glorification of busy. To continue the glorification of “work,” staying “busy,” going on full-on ‘hustle mode’ and basking in the glory of “jobs” not even understanding that a repetitious mindless task is deemed “hard work.” Unless you are original and creative, a machine or a robot will replace you. Enjoy the last century of “jobs.”

It’s what the system commands. Work to live, live to work; save to invest, don’t use the printing press, and hopefully with a little bit of luck have enough to retire. Aristotle never retired. Da Vinci never retired. Nietzsche never retired. Einstein never retired. Steve Jobs never retired. Genius will exhaust himself and lose his mind to illness, and body to sickness long before “retirement.”

We wish we were free. We wish life wasn’t so damn complicated and stressful.

By way of example, let’s say it’s an average day, and you get up in the morning, go to your challenging job, and you work hard for nine or ten or even 15 hours, and at the end of the day you’re tired, and you’re stressed out, and all you want is to go home and have a nice dinner before relaxing for a few hours before going to bed because you have to get up the next day and do it all over again.

But before you can go home to eat dinner your spouse calls you and says “we have no food at home.” So you grudgingly head to the grocery store. It just so happens that everyone else in all of Manhattan is at the same damn store. You hurry and get your items and go to the checkout line only to be annoyed by the obnoxious people who are talking loudly on cell phones in the middle of the line, and complain how deeply unfair this is. Why is this happening to ME? I’ve worked really hard all day and I’m starved and tired and cranky, I can’t even get home to eat and unwind because these Tweeting, Instagraming, Facebook status checking brain-dead zombies in front of me!

Damnit just get me out of here… NOW!

You finally make it home and opps there is Brian Williams reporting from Rockefeller Center on the TV telling you the news that is vital to your existence as a human being. Don’t like Brian so you switch over to Wolf Blitzer as he enthusiastically tells you about the Supreme Court and homosexual marriage. You decide to browse Twitter for the hashtag #SCOUTS wonder what other freedom loving Americans think.

God… the news is so freaking depressing and they aren’t even covering the most important news of all: the systematic destruction of America’s financial system by its Central Bank, the US Federal Reserve and Ben Bernanke. We used to be free, but now we are just sheep being lead to the slaughterhouse.  Brian Williams will tell us the world news. Scott Pelley will try to get us to support President Obama as he mercilessly destroys the Bill of Rights.

Leave us alone. We have Dancing with the Stars to watch. Game of Thrones. The Walking Dead. Criminal Minds. Dexter. Worry about the collapse of the financial system? The statutory destruction of America’s savers to subsidize America’s profligate? Why worry? The Dow Jones just hit an all time high… whoop, whoop. Kim Kardashian and her growing baby bump are far more important than defending America’s waning civil liberties. Poking fun at Rand Paul who talked for 13 hours without a teleprompter is more “fun” than giggling over President Obama chiding in a callous tone, “Now let me be clear, America…”

With captivating drama and his insatiable lust for power and chants of “yes we can, yes we can” and “jobs in America” we’ve taken our eye off the eight ball. Who us? Pax Americana? We are on the road to glory. Everyone dreams but few people wake up. We’re living the illusion that we are free. As the Department of Homeland Security stockpiles thousands of rounds of bullets. We’re living the dream of social security remaining solvent.

Who cares about $85 billion in bonds bought by the US Fed? It is absurd, to say that our country can issue bonds, and cannot issue currency. But we don’t care. The system is set up that way. We cannot change the system. We are happy to go to Wells Fargo and get diddly squat on our savings account. We’ll put some more money in bonds. US government bonds are “risk free” – there is no such thing as a risk free investment – and backed by the “full faith and credit” of the United States of America, this mighty and immortal land.

We used to be free. We used to solve problems and truly inspire the world, not by the hollow words uttered from our mouths but by the vision we articulated and lived every single day of our life: freedom.

Freedom. The magic moment. The divine ecstasy.

It means to bare your own soul and to strip away one another’s defensive facades. It means to build up communities in the face of great hardship. It means to cut out the mindless superficial and irritating political jargon from the bobbleheads in Washington DC. It means to challenge the notion of humans being inseparable from the great tide of chromosomes that we inherit and pass on. It means to stop only viewing life as “being  here” a short time and knowing you’ll be dead soon enough, so it in no way does not give you the license to reamin asleep in bondage, in chains, in slavery.

So take the red pill and never look back. The banksters – the central banks of the world, the mafia dons and media induced comatose state of non-thinking, break free.

Break free to freedom.

As I look back to the west towards America, its debt crisis, the 120 million unawakened to the shadow government, the massive army of corporate lobbyists, the ones who are wandering but perhaps not lost; I see the open road softly calling.

To the ones who do know of the reckless and dangerous path the USA now finds itself on, thank you for caring. Because you believed in freedom. Because you prayed for change we could all believe in. Because you believe that together we would charge up that hill, dodging the landmines, the haters, the ones who called us “crazy,” and change the system together. So we must push on. We must fight. We must believe in something greater than ourselves. We must have faith. Faith in love. Faith in humanity. Faith in the human condition. Faith in healing.

But most of all, faith in freedom.

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