Tuesday, 5 October 2010
Saturday, 18 September 2010
Yesterday I watched a report on poor people in
Memories of childhood went through my head. When I was 12, my mother, sister, brother and I moved to another country due to a war. My father stayed behind for a year.
We were so poor that we couldn't afford any firewood. My mother and I used to go out in the middle of the night to nearby farms and steal firewood from their sheds. We would walk back home with heavy loads of wood, and I remember hating and cursing my life a whole lot because of it.
We were receiving food packages from the Red Cross. There was Swiss cheese in there, and Danish cheese, and powdered milk, clothes detergent… it was nice stuff, but I still felt like I was robbed of my dignity. I went to a school, where all the kids bragged about how rich they are, and I felt very inferior to them.
I wore clothes from my rich cousin. She grew up in a household where everything was in abundance, and she was always willing to share anything she hadn't formed a particular emotional attachment to. I remember when her mother told her to gather some toys for my siblings and me. She started throwing in Barbie dolls, but her mother stopped her, saying: "No Barbie dolls, please, they are too pricy after all." I used to feel very hurt by this fact, thinking how unfair it is that rich people are worthy of Barbie dolls, while others aren't. I felt spite, envy, longing, pain, but mostly fear. I feared that I will never be able to relax and enjoy my life, like my cousin, who was born into a rich family. I feared and spited the fact that poor people like me in this world have to work through the good part of their lives for measly numbers, which are up to 100 times lower than the ones my aunt handles with, only to end up with a pension that barely gets them through the month.
As I grew older, that fear eventually turned into a compliant, but spiteful resignation. I gave in to the idea that I will have to work in jobs that do not necessarily interest me, but there was always the underlying hope, that something will happen, and save me from my wretched destiny.
I was very unhappy because I was poor, and I developed a food disorder. I noticed in the report I was watching, that most of the interviewed poor people are obese, probably due to the same reasons as me. They are comforting themselves with food, which is similar to shooting up heroin, because eating causes an endorphin release in the brain. It's similar biochemical processes.
This very well shows the entrapment of the human being by its own mind and the world system, and the duality of humanity's existence.
What came to mind, after remembering how I felt when my family got a food package, were the facts about North Korean children, for some reason. It could have very well been Indian, African or Chinese children; they all suffer the same… and much, so much more than I ever have.
Those are the children on the other side of the world, the poor children, who actually have nothing to eat, because they were born on the bad side of the world system. At least I was a poor child born on the good side of the world system. In food terms there's the poor rich, the rich rich, the rich poor, the poor poor, the dying poor… and we all live on this planet, which provides food for all! The whole thing reminds me of a giant gyroscope. We're all on our particular points of the circles, and we circle and bypass each other, unable to stop.
It is time to stop. Food in this world is a necessity, like air and water. Everyone is born with a right to it. Being born on this planet means that we have the right to exist on it - for free - or rather - for the labour of our hands. I am pretty sure that starving people would gladly invest time and labour in growing their own food, if only they weren't robbed of that chance by being born into the current, compassionless system.
The system does not support life, it supports death. Death for money. Money=death, abuse, poverty, slavery, cheating, lying, deception, competition… all the monsters that thrive on someone else's pain. It is time to investigate a new system, because the end is pretty near. The extinction of the middle class, due to the application of interest, is upon our doorstep. Soon the poor will start to attack the rich for food, and then - System Failure. www.equalmoney.org www.desteni.co.za
Sunday, 7 March 2010
Saturday, 16 January 2010
We came to a point where the system is crumbling.
Cisco systems did a research among its employees, and found out that those, who work from home, are much happier than those who have supervision in the form of a boss above them. So obviously sovereignty is a big factor for happiness. The only problem is, that the system dates back to the days when the need for sovereignty wasn't present with the individual.
What has changed? The human evolution got to a point where it is merging with the technological one. Let's be real, we couldn't be any prettier (or uglier, nature doesn't care). The mind is the only thing left to evolve, since there is no more need for physical evolving.
This is enabled by the informational revolution.
We have the Internet, so in essence, we gained access to an enormous amount of uncensored information. Many people are starting to take in that information independently of social influences, forming their own opinion about it, according to their own sense. When the opinion of the majority about a given subject is similar/the same, we speak of Common Sense.
The individual is starting to be aware of self and the amount of people who share his opinion. The things that the elite is blabbering on the TV all of sudden isn't Common Sense anymore.
So why work jobs in an outdated system that does not support sovereignty of the individual, when things can be done otherwise?
The thing is that today's thirty-something year olds are a generation that grew up in a television fantasy world, and we would all like to be superheroes. As delusional as we are, we meet with the very stressful reality that we are not what we would like to be. A lot of us escape into drugs, some go clinically crazy, some even work nicely within the system with real jobs and real children… but they cannot handle love. Everything is going to hell. People won't get attached anymore. People are drifting apart. The family, as such, is nonexistent. Well, it exists, but its half-life is about 5 years. Now we have chosen families: a circle of friends we trust the most. Parents have become the thing that we avoid on our way to the computer. They cannot understand why we cannot work jobs. They will not understand.
Some of us avoid the system as much as we can. We work from home, we translate, play internet poker, design websites… and we live much more in the moment, because we cannot worry about the future anyway. Apartments are too expensive, blablabla, this whole subject has been chewed over extensively.
Up until now, the world was unaware of itself, because approx. 6 bio people walked around lost within their minds.
Now we have a chance of connecting with other people, and it is only a matter of time, before we become aware of the fact that we have to work as one, if we want to save our asses from the consequences of sins of our forefathers. The human is evolving very quickly now, and the system will burst, if we don't change it. First we must realise that the biggest human fuckup is abdicating our self-responsibility. We put responsibility for our happiness onto each other: our parents, partners, children, hair stylists, shop employees and politicians. It's always someone else's fault if we're not happy. How perverse the human mind is.
When we become aware of our own responsibility for our happiness, we will be able to change things. When we become aware of the fact that we do not have to react to every single useless thought that comes up in our delusional minds, we will become aware of our surroundings, and our influences on them.
Until then we will merrily trade with CO2 emissions and vaccines.
But we must, above all, become aware of the fact that it is downright absurd to want our overfed asses to be happy in a world, where people, who are exactly the same as us, are dying from hunger in painful cramps. In a world that is at its global technological peak.
Shame on us.