To all people, who think that "we should take the streets"

What are you taking the streets for? The lawmakers are not in the streets... they're tucked away, safely in their cars and mansions. So what are you actually taking the streets for? To show your frustration? To whom? Who do you think cares, safely tucked away?

That's like having a football game with the gollie of one team way up high under the roof of the arena and his players have guns to keep you from climbing up there.

The elites do not care about people protesting, because their asses are physically safe, and they know that people are too stupid to come up with anything else but protesting, because they're absolutely brainwashed by desires and wants and needs of the inner Hollywood.

To rid self of brainwashing investigate the Desteni I Process and to rid All of brainwashing support the Equal Money System.

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how parents limit a child's expression

A child is a mirror. This is why I promised myself never to have children - because I noticed myself being very similar to my parents, and I perceived them as fucked up. I yelled at my mother in anger multiple times: "I will not have children and perpetuate this bullshit!"

A child is a mirror. If one hits it, it will hit back, but if it is overpowered by a strong adult, it will develop a sense of powerlessness, which it will then try to compensate by exerting power over another child, thus carrying on with the fuckup, which has been pestering humanity since the beginning of time - the desire for power stemming from the fear of pain/death/survival.

Parents have children when they have long forgotten how it is to be a child without fears and worries. How it is to throw a stick in the air and watch it fall to the ground. How exciting it is to learn how to throw the stick in a specific direction. How awesome it is to jump around in the leaves. How great it feels to scream at the top of one's lungs. Being here in the moment. Not worrying about the past and the future and what other people think. Simply being.

We have forgotten how that feels. We go to gyms to keep us fit, and we don't enjoy that movement at all, it is boring, because there is one singular train of thought behind it - "be beautiful, get sex." We repeat robotic/idiotic/boring movements over and over again, never giving the body a chance to express itself and learn new things, like a dance or a sport. We simply move because we believe that it will help us stay beautiful, and with that limiting and abusing our body to the fullest, exhausting it, while we're busy in our minds with various thoughts and future projections, talking to ourselves, while the body is yelling pain at us, but the desire to be beautiful and healthy (fear of death) is stronger and louder.

Children are free of that to a certain age. They have a much clearer awareness of themselves, and they know what it means to actually be moving, not just move for the sake of getting to a goal, but movement being it's own purpose.

So when we take children 'for a walk', we're thinking - how good movement is for us, and we'll go up that hill, and we'll have a coffee, and damnit, I want to be up there already so I can relax, my legs are killing me... all the while the child will be jumping and dancing around, stopping to look at the nature, learning and testing gravity and it's own body, but we won't notice that, because we're so preoccupied with our own thoughts. We want to get up there as fast as possible, and we yell at the child to hurry up and walk. Oblivious to what our child is actually discovering, oblivious of what we are failing to share with our child in the moment, oblivious that our child is actually alive and has it's own rights to freedom of movement. We are oblivious to the fact that the child is equal to us, if not superior in understanding, because it learns on a tabula rasa level, without preconceptions. The child is an actual being that wants to experience itself as it wants, but we are oblivious to that, because we want it to experience itself as we wanted to experience ourselves, so we can live out that experience through the child. In essence putting all of OUR hopes and dreams into the child. Screw that. It's child abuse.

In an Equal Money System, where everyone is taken care of from birth to death, everyone will get to express themselves as they want to - be it singing, dancing, exploring, you name it - and the need to have a child to be able to live out one's dreams of expression through the child will drastically diminish, thus diminishing the child abuse in this world to a zero.

Therefore I support an Equal Money System, so that we can stop this wretched accepted human condition.

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the self-deceptive nature of the human mind

I noticed something amazing. I was translating the next text about heart arrhythmia:

Host of the "health" show: "When a patient comes with such symptoms, will the doctor conduct further tests?"

Guest on the show, a cardiologist: "Yes, in case of palpitations HE will perform a physical check-up, from which HE will try to discover what kind of arrhythmia it is with an EKG machine. If necessary, HE will monitor him, until WE don't get an accurate diagnosis."

This purely subconscious workings of the mind is how we dodge responsibility in our thoughts, but we're very quick to take the credit for someone else's work. Even in hypothetical situations. This is how each and every single human being with a mind operates, and therefore each and every single human being is responsible for the deceptive fuckup in the world. Because we deceive ourselves to levels we're not even aware of. The ego is a massive fuckup, and for this world to change, each and every single one of us must change, so we can realize ourselves and implement an Equal Money System, so this kind of deceptive behaviour within the human can stop once and for all. Therefore investigate the Desteni I Process. http://desteniiprocess.com/

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The right to survival

Today a friend commented that in the future there will be no jobs for people due to automation taking over a huge portion of physical labour. The only way he saw out of this was to rely on one's own hands and start planting one's own food.

It struck me in that moment that most of us do not actually own a piece of land, on which we could grow food for ourselves. If I tried to plant food somewhere in the open, some or other entity would come to scorn me, or fine me for it. If I tried hunting for animal meat, or fishing, I'd be scorned and fined again.

At this point I have less rights to ensure my own survival than a wild animal. I have no freedom to fend for my own food. I may not utilize my own two hands to grow and hunt for my own food, ON THIS EARTH THAT I LIVE ON, and if I don't have other means to survive in the system, which I've been born into - then I might just as well die, for all the system cares.

In an Equal Money System Everyone will be taken care of automatically, just for being born on this planet. No being will be left behind or abused.

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Love - A Money Story

I grew up in scarcity. I grew up wishing I had responsible, rich parents, so I wouldn't have to live in fear every day, as I did in childhood/adolescence.

Somehow I always managed to get some guy, who was from a family that was well off. I wasn't intentionally searching for them, I was searching for smart guys. Turns out that people with smart genes usually come from families that knew how to use those genes. Mine was inhibited by alcohol. It was early on in my life that I started noticing that wealth is something one is predominantly born into, and therefore has a better chance at stability in life than one that wasn't born into it.

When I was little, I had many questions about the world. I could see my parents being unhappy together, yet forced to stay together because of us, the children. I tried imagining what my future will be like, will I also have to marry someone, just to be economically safe? And then be as unhappy as my parents? Do I really have to get a job, in which I'll spend the best years of my life, and then slowly wither at the whim of... whom? I couldn't see myself having children, although I tried imagining that too. I thought: so at 22 I have to have a child, like my mom. And then what? My life is over? I want to live my own life, not spend it taking care of some other being... I want to experience life for myself, not exist just so some other being could experience it.

None of it made sense, really. So I made myself a compromise in my head - I will have a few boyfriends, and then I'll marry someone, but I could never really see myself doing that either. It was a thought that was based on the social programming of "what we must do with our lives".

Then I met my first boyfriend, and I was "in love" for the first time, high on hormones off my tits. He asked me whether I'll be his forever, and I froze. "No", I said honestly. He started crying. I panicked that he would want to leave me, if I don't do something, and I really liked the sex and proximity, so I added to the answer: "Only 'till the end of life."

He saw straight through my deception, but chose to beLIEve it, and hope that I might change in the future, if only he waits long enough.

After 2 yrs had passed and the hormones wore off, I started looking at other guys, and after 4 yrs I couldn't take it anymore, and asked him for an open relationship, to which he responded with freaking out. By then I was used to him protecting me (from my unstable family), and me not having to work much, although I did have jobs. We were both becoming bored with each other, so we turned to experimenting with drugs to keep life interesting, as sex was not that interesting anymore.

That and studying and working kept me occupied for the next 4 years, but when the chance presented itself - I cheated on him, because I was missing the thrill of falling in love. At that point I have realised that love is nothing more than economic security, because I was fearing for mine, when I was facing the breakup due to cheating. I remember telling myself in the end: "Fine, I'll get a regular job, take care of myself, I can't take these limitations anymore."

I kinda fell for the guy that I cheated with, but he was a player that didn't have any serious intentions with me. When I realised that, I started chasing my own highs of proving myself as desirable and wanted with guys, and got myself a trophy - the most perfect guy in all senses, but way too young for me. However, I did feel on top of the world for fucking the most gorgeous, smart guy of many talents.

Afterwards I fell in love with a guy, who represented everything I wanted to be, and at that point I realised that I want my partner to give me worth, because I cannot give it to myself. I realised that I fall in love with people that I want to be like.

This is the last time that that has happened. I am deprogramming the construct of "falling in love".

A month ago I met a guy, who is the ultimate thisandthis, and a thatandthat to boot. I couldn't believe the combination, and I was totally thrilled. I allowed myself to go into the possession of "this is the coolest guy in the world", only to find myself compromising myself for that particular definition. I was enduring much of his ego abuse silently, but I did apply self-forgiveness as much as I could, and I have gained awesome stability.

It was interesting to see the desire for comfort and safety show up, after I found out that he is also well-off. First I reacted with the attitude of "I don't need no man to take care of me," but as we went further into the relationship, he started talking about buying an apartment. At that point the desire to be safe came up. I decided to be completely honest with him and tell him that I would be prepared to take on the role of his girlfriend in the matrix, and proposed a trial period of six months, to which he subtly agreed.

My backchat got worse, however. My mind started projecting various thoughts into the future of our life together. Images of me having to present myself to his parents and friends, show off my intellect and breasts, to make up for his perceived shortcomings in my appearance.

I was basically planning deception, lol. Starting point - fear of not being safe in the future. Not having a home. Not dying a dignified death. Being a victim of the system.

Which was my starting point for becoming involved with Desteni in the fist place.

After I had agreed to let my hair grow, but stating that I will have to shave it off eventually again, he started pushing his limits. He wanted me to quit Desteni, and started manipulating me and looking for proof that Desteni is a dangerous cult.

I remember being embarrassed to be associated with Desteni as well - the knowledge and what goes on within Desteni is simply too out-of-this-world for an average human to perceive it as being possible. Yet it is. Therefore I'm sticking to it, no matter what.

It's also interesting to see, how we can perceive ourselves to be lonely in a world of 7 billion humans. How did we come to such separation? Money - fear of survival - we stopped talking to each other, and built bigger fences, bolted doors, security cameras, to protect what is ours, so the evil people, who have less, wouldn't steal it.

We didn't exist like that in socialism in Slovenia - we played outside, everyone had a home and a job, people were taken care of to some extent, and therefore much friendlier with each other. Now they avoid eye contact due to the excessive activity of the inner hollywood that developed in us through capitalistic TV shows. Everyone wants to be a superhero, and everyone wants to win.

Who looses?

Those, that have been loosing forever - those born into poor families. Those, who have no voice. Those, who we should stand for. We cannot keep ignoring the cries of Life, because the Wrath of Nature is going to get us all. The human will either stand up to end the abuse of life with an Equal Money System, so that real, unconditional love may emerge, or we are done for. Laptops and iphones can't do shit against earthquakes. Money can't do shit against earthquakes. We're going to have to step together and help each other, one way or another. I'd prefer it was the political, and not the postapocalyptical way. Postapopolitical... I wish it didn't come to that, because I will be among the majority to die in that apocalypse. I've noticed that no one else thinks that way, when they say that there has to be an apocalypse that wipes out two thirds of humanity. That logic... is subtly off.

consumerism supports the mask of love on money's face

A friend told me today that he was in the shop, and there was a father with a child in front of him in the cashier's queue. There's all sorts of nicely coloured stuff around the cashier's, strategically placed to catch the attention of little children, so they would ask their parents to buy them.

The little boy was whining to his father to buy him different things, and the father replied "no" each time. My friends remark was that he would beat up the child and tell him to shut the fuck up.

There's lots of reactions like these from people, who do not even try to comprehend the situation, they just follow what they have been taught, without questioning it. The boy was a 4-5 yr old.

What would happen, if the father beat up the little boy? He would go into absolute shock for not only NOT getting what he asked for, but even getting quite the opposite - a smack instead of a toy/sweet. The little boy, who has no understanding of the concept of money, would develop a fear from his father for asking for things. He might later grow up to be too scared of his father to ask for certain things that he absolutely needs, like school utilities. He will rather be without it and face the teacher's wrath, instead of risking a smack from his father again; thus inhibiting his own intellectual growth. He might even be too afraid to ask anyone else for anything, depending on the severity of the shock.

But the father did not smack the child. My friend even said that he took an item for the child before that, but the child wanted everything. So the father said "no". What happened within the little boy? He was probably disappointed, confused and angry; not able to understand why his father could take a bunch of stuff from the shelves that HE liked, but won't take another off the shelves for him. He doesn't know anything about the silly paper, which rules the world.

When I was little, I saw my father handling with cheques, and I somehow got the notion that a cheque is worth a lot of money, because my father used it when he didn't have enough cash with him. I remember asking him to fill in a cheque for me to go and buy sweets. I was fantasizing about what sweets I'll buy and how many. The problem was that the shop, in which my father could buy with cheques, had a poor assortment of sweets, but that's beside the point. The point is that I had no idea how money works. My brother once asked our mum, why she doesn't go to the bank, if she's out of money to buy him toys. He thought it was that simple - when you're out of money, you simply go to the bank.

We laughed about this story multiple times, when it is in fact not funny at all, it is highly painful. We just masked it into humour, so we could cope with the sole ridiculousness of the situation.

The situation is that children have a better grasp on reality than grown-ups, yet grown-up's perceive quite the opposite. When I was little, my mother used to bully me into eating everything off my plate by telling me that children in Africa are starving, to which I replied: "So why don't we bring them some food?", and she replied: "It doesn't work that way."

I somehow accepted that point as "normality", when in fact it is the most abnormal thing ever - people starving in a world, where half the population is obese.

Unfortunately, common sense is still snuffed out by the concept of profit; that underlying concept, heavily enforced by the application of interest, which is crippling life on this planet.

I babysat a little girl, and we went to the shop sometimes. If I had sufficient money, I would buy her everything she wanted just to watch her discover new things. But I couldn't, and I felt bad for it. I felt like I was telling her that I don't love her, whenever I told her that we cannot buy that toy.

I remember that I felt "not loved" as a child, because my parents would rarely treat me to anything I asked for. My sister and I wished for a VHS recorder, because all other children had it, but we never got it. We once got super excited when we saw dad come home with a box that was roughly the same size, but it turned out to be a Black&Decker set for him. We were so disappointed.

I clearly remember the opposite polarity of that feeling when my father returned from a concert tour one day and brought me a set of children's cosmetics that was being advertised on TV. I was so cool for having it, and I felt loved.

We live in a world where love is shown with money. That means that some children are able to get more love, and some children are doomed to lives with very little to no love, depends what kind of family they were born into. Is this a world worth getting born into? Definitely not.

Denmark has banned TV commercials for little children, which is awesome and should be done in every country. But there is no law against strategically placing products to manipulate the money out of the parents via their children in shops. It is sick, twisted, corrupt and abusive to children in every single aspect. An Equal Money System will sort this all out. In an Equal Money System no one will be left out, and no one will have more or less than anyone else. In an Equal Money System money will be used to support life, which is quite the opposite of what we have now, where people are dying each day in the name of money, our very own self-produced god, to which we pray each day. Money is our ultimate high and our ultimate low... which is immensely sad in a world where the simple wonders of autumn can leave one breathless, if one is willing to stop taking everything for granted.

We take nature and animals for granted, but they are not granted. Not by a long shot. They are unconditionally supporting human in all his madness, but it is NOT GRANTED. We just took it, and pissed on the fact that it is not granted at all. Because we can. Because we're stronger and we don't care about anything but ourselves. We invented money to insure that we never realise that we haven't been granted the power to take lives without it being absolutely necessary. There is no love for the animal and plant, when profit is involved. Which is proof enough that real love does not exist.

It is time to stop the madness. It is time to realise that love in this world is nothing more than money. If one has no money, one has no love, it is that simple.

It is time to educate ourselves and support an Equal Money System. That way everyone will have Equal Love, and this world might actually become worthy of living in it and expressing oneself with it.

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the rich poor and the poor poor

Yesterday I watched a report on poor people in America. The unemployment rate in that town is 20 %, and it does not seem to be improving. Impoverished people are going to distribution centres for food packages and soup kitchens for a free hot meal.

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