I couldn’t help but think how much money is being wasted using the fireworks. The size of the country doesn’t matter, it’s what they have in their budget to spend. So we have entered into 2015, I’m thinking about my kids in Canada getting dressed and ready to go out and celebrate. I sure enjoyed those years, when it was safe enough to walk downtown at night without worrying that your purse would be snatched off you.
Not very positive thoughts as the new year arrives. Why should we be positive? What changes? Only numbers. Our entire existence is based on numbers.
I personally had a good year, good in the sense that my life is filled with abundance and has been for many years now. My lesson this year was to balance everything because I have a tendency to go into extremes. If I start working in the garden, I don’t come into the house until I am crawling on the ground with back pain. If I work on my book, I don’t stop until I remove the toothpicks from my eyelids that keeps them open. When I give out clothes I don’t wear, I give out things I want later because it was done in a rush and never thought about it prior to packing it in the bag. I noticed this year that I had a lot of numbers. We had to get new EU identification, we needed to get another ferry pass for discounts, we needed to register our cars with a sticker if we drive it less than 6 months out of the year. This was all done to take more money from us, and it’s when I started to count the cards in my wallet, 16 different cards with different sets of numbers.
When you are born you are weighed in for pounds/kilograms; measured in length, your little feet stuck into black goo to stamp your little feet on to a paper. You are issued a birth certificate with numbers of certificate, your date and time of birth, your parents, their birth dates. By the time you leave the hospital you already hold hundreds of numbers to your identity.
After all what is a number? We are. We are nothing but numbers to those that control us. We spend our whole lives carrying numbers around. Bank account numbers, debit card numbers, credit card numbers, driver license numbers, social security or social insurance numbers and much more.
We spend our entire existence proving who we are, registering for every transaction, our work hours are numbered, hospital rooms are numbered, jailed cells are numbered, your car is numbered from your car insurance, registration and plates.
Isn’t that quite the opposite of the first slaves brought to the americas? They had no numbers, in fact, they had no names, the ones they had from Africa no longer were valid and they were given a name by their owner. They had no paperwork, in fact most of them could not read. The only letter they knew was an X that they used if they had to sign something.
Lucky slaves, they didn’t need wallets or bags, nobody asked them what their numbers were, in fact, many of them later on in life when slavery was abolished, didn’t even know their correct birth date.
So what is 2015? Just a number. Why the grand fireworks, the celebration, the drinking, the parties, the waiting for midnight to strike? What is celebration actually about? All that changed is a digit, yet our cellular structure changes every second.
Many will be making money predicting events for this year, many will be writing columns and blogs about a year in review 2014. Why? What is the purpose of wasting this time reviewing the past? We are not learning anything, we keep making the same mistakes, what is the purpose of rehashing cruel genocide, creating wars, killing with vaccines and chemotherapy, spraying us with nano particles and toxins, lying to us about GMO foods. Tell me, what is the purpose of celebrating or reviewing, we are just numbers.
They don’t listen to us. They don’t give a shit about us. They could care less that we are running around celebrating New Year; in fact are laughing at us and saying “Look at these idiots, despite all the shit we do to them, they still celebrate. They celebrate their slavery, they don’t have a clue what we have done to them and if they knew what we intend on doing this year, they would not celebrate”.
Are we going to sit back again this year and do nothing? Are we going to fight with each other about who is right and who is wrong when it comes to WHO the bad guys are? Does it really matter? Instead of wasting so much time writing about the bad guys, we should be writing project plans on how to finally remove them.
2015 should be the year of their demise. Not by writing about them, not by exposing them, in fact we can’t do anything to them. Our strategy is to stop feeding the machine. We need to make an active stand, stop paying taxes, close banks accounts, stop buying crap we don’t need. Their weakness is money, if we starve the corporations and banks; we make THEIR lives more difficult but before we can get to that point, we have to make some serious sacrifices.
We need to come together, love each other, toss aside our differences or accept them and love each other for the uniqueness that we are. Arguing over ‘who done it’, didn’t solve anything last year, it won’t solve anything this year either.
Lets come together, lets starve this monster, let’s put aside the programming of good and bad, right and wrong, black and white. Lets remove the bullshit of religion, tradition, race, nationality, and throw out ALL those fucking numbers they make us carry around.
I want 2015 to be the year of humanity. I want us to stand up, find the strength and courage to say no. It’s not easy I know. You’re tired, you’re stressed out, you’re one day away from not making your mortgage payment, you feel helpless, your kids are coming home to live because their future is fucked, I understand, I get it, but this is what their goal was. It was to tire you out, stress you out, make you think because you are black or yellow that you were different. They convinced you that consumer spending will help the economy, so you went out and waited all night to get a new TV you didn’t need.
Got a house? Sell it, get a tiny house or something small. Do whatever you need to do to starve the machine, we’re not taking it with us and we are certainly not going to die the old way soon.
Let’s get together and be ONE LOVE. I know we can do this, they have separated us and fractured our oneness, we can get it back because we existed that way long ago.
P.S. The last sentence was plagiarized from Bob Marley, “Let’s get together and be ONE LOVE”, there you go Emily, I admitted it!