Life Lessons · Non-Fiction · Words

Prison

Money is jail.

Money is prison.

But money can get you out of prison.

Or is that what you are supposed to

believe?

 

Are you blind to reality?

Or have you closed your eyes?

Reality,

Where the cells are divided

into square footage too;

made up of all sorts of materials,

but the same in a few fundamental ways…

The locks on the doors are meant

to keep the people inside,

just as much as they are meant

to keep people from getting in.

 

You are told that outside your door

anything can happen.

Bad things happen to good people

and bad people alike.

Why be good when you can be bad?

Why be the victim when you can be the

victor,

the user,

the abuser?

And if you think it is dangerous outside,

do not even go near

the kitchen or bathroom

in your own home…

 

Society controls our fears and paranoias.

We are made to see monsters everywhere

and when we point them out they will

call us

paranoid or

crazy.

Another type of jail cell will then

be engraved with our names.

One that is in our minds

just as much as it is in a hospital.

Is it a sanctuary for those who have lost

their way?

Or is it just another way to threaten and

control us?

Is it a place of healing and understanding

and

compassion?

Or is it full of fear and suffering

and

illusion?

 

Money is jail.

Money is prison.

You think that you can work hard and

eventually buy your freedom.

How well is that working out for you?

Have you been fooled into thinking that

you are a voluntary employee?

When really you are a slave to

money,

and a slave to

debt,

and a slave to

the people who created it.

 

Have you ever wondered who your captors

are?

Have you ever wondered why you are

working a

(barely above)

minimum wage

job,

just scraping

by,

while people are getting

rich

just by selling their

souls?

Why can’t you get

rich

too?

Why can’t you have

what they have?

 

Because the slave drivers,

The One Percent,

created money to

control you

and manipulate you

and make you their slave.

They will keep the money for themselves,

keep the illusion that anyone

can be like them,

and kill anyone who threatens their

fortune.

For they too are paranoid.

They have even more to lose than we do.

The One Percent

faces battle with

The Ninety-Nine Percent.

 

All we really need to do to

win

is to

unite

and destroy

the money system

in favour of

A COOPERATION SYSTEM.

A system based on unity,

and goals

and methods designed so that

everyone

can be free

and love life

and love the world

and follow their dreams,

and work together for a

brighter future.

Free

also

to never be

enslaved

enlisted

encouraged

bought

paid

convinced that you need to

protect

something or

someone or

somewhere

By killing and

slaughtering and

genocide and

terror and bombs.

JUST STOP.

Nothing is worth all those lives lost;

looking long lost brothers and sisters in the

eyes

across lines

and

firing

just because that is how we were taught to

play

the game

win

or

lose.

 

Why do you lock your doors?

To keep the monsters at bay.

To keep them from stealing and abusing.

To keep your fears as far from you as

possible.

To keep yourself safely locked away in

your cell.

To keep yourself from caring too much;

so much that you might have to take a

stand;

take action;

make a change for the

better.

Without money,

the worst monsters would be vanquished

and the worst fears extinguished.

 

When you go to prison they make you

believe

that you suffer by living communally.

You suffer without money

or very little of it.

You suffer because there are monsters

everywhere you look.

But you learn to live

without money.

When you are finally released

you think that you are free.

It is an ingenious way to create and

maintain

the illusion of freedom;

by forming an institution meant to lock

people up.

How free

does it feel

to be

relatively

free?

Laugh with me,

laughter is the best weapon

but don’t laugh your way to

apathy.

 

When you step outside

you take a breath of

freedom.

You get a taste of

freedom.

You glimpse its

beauty

and admire its

courage.

Then you go back to the

slave drivers

and their

brain washing.

Never to wonder again.

Never to wander outside of your cell.
Close your eyes.

Shut your doors.

Don’t forget the deadbolt.

There is a monster outside

called

freedom.

There is a monster covered up

and suffocated by

money.

You bought you jail cell.

You bought your debt.

You sold your slave ticket,

for something inane,

material,

that might look pretty

but is emptier than

your slave driver’s heart.

You bought your jail cell,

even though your freedom

was always FREE.

You bought your jail cell,

for fear

that freedom was not enough

to keep the monsters at bay.

You bought your jail cell,

and by doing so

invited those very monsters

to your door.

To your home.

To your heart.

To your soul.
Unlock your door.

Trade in your jail cell

for the only thing

worth all of the debt in the world;

the one thing we all know cannot be bought;

Love.

Love for life.

Love for the world.

Love for fellow man.

Love for the monsters

who spent so long

giving orders.

If we show them love too,

then perhaps they will not

try as much to

destroy us.

Maybe they are

trapped

in their own treacherous

game.

Playing to

win;

never playing for what they

want.
……….

 

Written in a fit of rage at the current amount of debt and fake money and other money games. Wealth redistribution is needed, along with a new system. Can we evolve past capitalism now? Can we work together for a solution? One more question; who the hell is this girl asking such dreamy-naive-uninformed-ridiculous-insane questions, with such sure-to-disappoint answers? Who is this idiot? What fool dares believe that the human race in all of their glory and potential could ACTUALLY create and sustain a better system than capitalism???
Ahahahaha.
It’s me! Bethany G. Blicq!

Okay. Thank you for reading my rant. Love you all.

Namaste, friends.

 

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6 thoughts on “Prison

    1. AWE ♡♡♡ I’M SO HAPPY that you said that. It is reality and it was hard for me to say, harder yet to post publically. But there was so much passion and ferocity in that one moment of inspiration, all those words came tumbling out. After writing it I went to my facebook (not a big fan of fb but what the hey), and my friend had just posted “MONEY IS THE ROOT OF ALL EVIL.” So apparently it wasn’t just on my mind.

      Thank you so much for reblogging! I just realized how long my replies are but I really can’t seem to help it this morning lol. ♡ Take care, friend. May the infinite love of the universe find a home in your heart, and may it stay always.

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