Right let’s deal with the blog tagline first as it contains a ‘sweary’ word. It’s there for two reasons.
Firstly
It’s a funny line when read with the blog title. It’s not my invention but I nicked it from some wag who wrote out a marker and board sign and stuck it on a gate… and some other wag who took a picture of it and posted it online. Whatever it’s funny.
Secondly
It’s a word that some people find offensive. These are people who cannot see past the fact that words are just words nothing more nothing less. Interpretation takes place in the mind of the reader. Over the decades I have been on the planet I have discovered that people who are offended by so called swear words are people I would rather avoid.
This blog and all the others that may or may not appear in a sidebar or a navbar are a ragtag collection of stuff that either interests me or is there for financial reasons.
Some History
Ever since I was 16 years of age I have ‘earned an income’ and paid tax on that income because that is all I was taught there is. “Birth Death and Taxes. That’s what life is all about” was the mantra that kept popping into my life and I never once stopped to doubt its veracity even though I despised taxes and could see no point too them everyone else was paying them so I simply went with the flow. What else could a 16 year old fresh out of state education do?
Well I’ve wised up a lot in the intervening decades. I’ve discovered that if the tax man isn’t the be all and end all of life. Taxes never go to cover what the government says they do. Income tax is only a temporary tax that has to be voted into existence every year, the only vote no MP misses.
I’ve also discovered that there are many ways to ‘skin the cat’ regarding income and I have spent the past decade trimming crap from my life that serves no purpose. There are many sound alternatives to ‘earning an income’ which are simply better than taking part in the banker government’s credit and debt games which is one of the reasons why this blog collection has come into being.
I am also more self aware that I ever was and realise that the purpose of life may never be fully understood but it IS connected with having a good time, all the time. All the religious claptrap about working hard to get to heaven that was covered in great depth during my state education is bollocks. No-one alive knows if there is or isn’t a heaven and the dead don’t seem to be too keen on talking to us so the jury is out.
As for the ‘hard work’ ethic. That too is utter bollocks.
There is considerable evidence that hard work achieves bugger all of any value and the reason is hard work is pushed as a ‘virtue’ by those who live off the control of others.
Replacing hard work with EFFECTIVE work is turning my life around. In fact I would say that is the single biggest realisation of the past decade for me. Being EFFECTIVE trumps HARD every time.
Well that is all well and good but what is this all leading to?
Well I’m embarking on a different way of living.
Turns out I don’t need credit. It always bothered me what a credit actually is and despite extensive searching I have yet to find out a better explanation than it is simply a belief in something that never exists other than in the mind. In other words an idea. The real trick played out by the banker government is to CONvince people that credit is the same as cash in other words it’s MONEY. This is a lie.
It also turns out that the amount of cash which is considered to be money but isn’t (more on that in a later series of posts) needed to live a bloody good life, nay a brilliant life is actually quite low. When there is a tax on just about everything bar breathing and shagging, imposed by a banker government on whoever is willing to pay it under threat of financial penalty, court and even jail time then this proves one thing the land upon which I currently live is governed by tyranny.
I digress, sorry I do that a bit so getting back on track.
I need very little cash and I have no need for credit but I do need to live, eat, drink, stay warm, be sheltered and enjoy ‘things’ as well as build develop and nurture lasting relationships with my wife, children, some good friends and build new ones with people I don’t yet know. It never ceases to amaze me just how little cash is required to achieve all these things but I aim to take this cash usage even lower with cash alternatives.
There are many ideas in the melting pot some of which will appear on one of these blogs and some which won’t. Bartering for example will definitely feature as will working for anything but cash but Bitcoin, the current darling of the alternative currencies may not. You get my drift.
There are all sorts of alternatives to things I was told were best taken for granted that will appear on here along with examples of what I used to think and where I am at now. These may be of little interest to many but they may be of great interest to some. There will also be a lot of stuff that is provocative and designed to make the reader think and question THEIR situation.
That’s one thing I still cannot believe I allowed to happen to me.
When I was young the most common word I had in my vocabulary was “Why?” this was slowly but surely knocked out of me as I progressed through the states education system until I left it when not asking questions was my ‘default’ behaviour. However I’m over it now and whenever someone tells me I must, should, have to etc do something my first question is WHY?
I have something of a ‘mission’ to try and get as many people as possible to stop doing without thinking and instead ask questions.
To bring this to a close… There will be all sorts of shit on here. The collection will make me enough cash to live on and will enable me to share my skills and ‘learnings’ with groups of people who are interested in similar things.
Finally the comment policy.
I have decided that commenting takes too much effort to manage. I am hopefully beyond defending a position and have the ego in its rightful place, more often than not, but responding to comments takes time and as there is only me, with a day of 86,400 seconds just like you and more years gone than I have ahead of me, it’s best for me if I spend the time building ideas, posts and pages. This may change as the blogs develop but we shall see.
There is a chance that somewhere out in whatever the cosmos is there exists an asteroid big enough to kill the earth should it collide with it.
I have no idea if that statement is true or not but the fact remains that IF something biggish hits the planet then it’s ‘lights out Jeeves’. This means I can do bugger all about such a catastrophic event so there is no point in paying it any attention other than using it to highlight how stupid I have been, again.
Despite many attempts to give up totally on all news I have always succumbed to taking a peep sometimes a long peep and then berating myself for being stupid for sticking my head back inside the matrix. Well today I did it again the difference is this time round I realised that ALL NEWS is NO NEWS. It would appear that whatever source the news is sought from, mainstream, alternative, or any of the plethora of sites that fit between the two it all proves the world it reports on is insane. Well at long last I accept the news purveyors views of their world and agree that the insanity is real and they are welcome to it.
There is absolutely bugger all I can do to have any effect on any news item in truth there is absolutely bugger all I want to do to change any single news item. What smacked me in the face this morning is the only purpose of news is to fill my head with things that don’t matter to me and things that have no effect on me whether I pay them any attention or not.
If world war 3 is coming and I don’t know about it I’m fine with that. I’ll be dead at some point anyway.
If another celeb chops her tits off to prevent her getting breast cancer it is of no concern of mine. It’s her life, her body not mine.
If Ireland is under lockdown so fucking what?
If the signs are Britain is heading into a five dip, up and down roller coaster recession so fucking what?
If a politician opens their mouths so fucking what?
If Phil the Greek has an appointment with the reaper hell don’t we all?
If Israeli soldiers arrest kids so what?
Seriously does any of this shit ever matter to anyone anywhere who isn’t directly involved?
Doesn’t the same sort of shit go on in every generation?
So news now has as much relevance to me as that asteroid that may be a couple of days out or may never arrive. I’ve been here before but this time round it feels very different and feelings are showing me they have real meaning where as my head only tells me what it thinks I want to hear.
Who runs the country?
Let’s back up a bit… What is the country?
A Country is a Concept placed in the mind.
Okay but who places it there and controls it?
The land upon which I am typing this is claimed to be under the Jurisdiction of the Government of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland. That is allegedly a country. It is also called England, which is another country. It must also be a third country, Great Britain, because it isn’t Ireland. There is also a British government so there must be a country called Britain here as well!
To quickly get a handle on this insanity consider these things;
There is an island and a bit of another. (An island known as Britain and a part of a second an island known as Ireland.)
There is a country called Great Britain
There is a country called Britain.
There is a country called The United Kingdom.
There is a country called Wales.
There is a country called Scotland.
There is a country called England.
There is a province called Northern Ireland
There is a government called the Government of the United Kingdom of Great Britain & Ireland
There is a government called the British Government
There is a government called the Welsh Assembly
There is a government called the Scottish Assembly
All of these exist at the same time and depending where you are physically located upon the islands different groups of people claim jurisdiction over the land and certain parts of the sea.The only thing that can keep such insanity alive and kicking is other people’s minds. The men and women who work within it or for it. There are millions of people employed by the magic of taxation in the belief that they are working for a government which none of them realises does not and cannot ever exist. Then there are the millions outside of government employment who consent to being controlled by the millions working within or for the government and pay for it through the magic of taxation. Millions of slaves working for the benefit of millions of masters.
Of my close friends I can count but two who don’t work in or for the government.
I have five who work for the NHS in some capacity.
I have three who work on government contracts within the defence industry.
I have another who is a contractor to the government’s DECC.
I have another pair who are private accountants who work on behalf of HMRC
I have one who works in a hotel and another who works in a shop.
Scary shit eh!
All of the above are forced by the people who work within the government of the United Kingdom to pay taxes. What this means is that 2 of my close friends are supplying the taxation to fund the entire wage bill (including the insanity that is the government taxing the people that work within it.) of all 11 of my other close friends.
So that is 2 people’s tax payments supporting 11 peoples employment and taxes!
INSANITY.
There exists a group of people who hang out on London and call themselves Members of Parliament. Parliament is NOT GOVERNMENT.
There exists a smaller number of people who are also Members of Parliament who get to be called the Government in office. The remainder of the embers are ‘outside of government’ and yet they vote on some government decisions, or at least that is appears to be the case. The government makes the policy which the Parliament codifies into legal statute or not. Parliament is a rubber stamp.
There exists a group of people who hang out in London who call themselves Private Secretaries. These people are called the government and are not Members of Parliament.
There exists a group of people who hang out in London who call themselves The Crown. These people are not the government and are not Members of Parliament.
There exists a group of people who hang out in London who call themselves The Law Society. These people are not the government and are not members of Parliament.
There exists a woman in London called the Monarch. She is not the government nor a Member of Parliament. In fact ‘the government’ is called Her Majesty’s government!
Every man or woman who belongs to any of these groups of people rely on everyone else on this islands consenting to believe that their lives can only be lived by consenting to be subservient to the Fear Factory.
The truly weird thing is the people within the Fear Factory seem to be very reluctant to act without gaining the consent of those they are wanting to act upon. In truth they never miss an opportunity to gain consent before acting. This tells you that every man or woman in the Fear Factory is actually acting out a play written by others ‘without’. These people ‘without’ I have come to call the shadow people. It is impossible to name them because they understand one thing I have only recently come to terms with, they are not their names. In other words they are totally aware of self and therefore have no need of labels unless it suits them to have a label for a moment. They are neither bad nor good they just ‘are’.
There has to be a reason why we are taught to forget who we know we are and instead become the name.
Go into a shop and all the people working there wear a name badge.
Go into a government department or a huge company (there is no real difference) and everyone there wanders around with their name badge dangling from their necks. They even go shopping with these labels around their necks so complete is the deception. Ask any of them to prove they are the name on the badges though and the charade vanishes in a blink of an eye, well perhaps two blinks, except they refuse to accept or even acknowledge that they are just playing charades.
It really is quite incredible to realise how effectively such a label system controls men or women. I think it is so effective because the name is used to create a fake individuality. The Fear Factory works to persuades us we are individuals and yet are somehow considered to be team members or members of the collective at the same time. To be a team member you have to use a name. To be part of the gang the other members have to identify you by name as do ‘rival’ gangs.
It is quite breathtaking once it is written down like this.
John Doe Member of Parliament.
The Corporate Director for Governance John Doe
John Doe The Chief Executive Officer
The Prime Minister of The United Kingdom John Doe
John Doe the King of England
John Doe Parking Attendant
I hadn’t realised just how much the name underpins up the entire system of life within the asylum until writing this out despite proving to myself, very easily I have no name.
Every time the system requires something the people within it need a name before they can act. Once they have the name they then need a man or woman who believes they are that name to give them consent to act.
No name, NO ACTION
No consent, NO ACTION
No action the system stops and puts out the windows classic “THERE HAS BEEN AN ERROR”
Then what?
The system can do nothing because another man or woman has quite literally stepped outside of it and become one of the shadow people.
The system relies on men and women acting as and for a name. In the name of the name, if you will, just to illustrate the insanity in one short line.
Acting in the name of the name.
Letting the name you were given, WE WERE ALL GIVEN NAMES (that is only ‘proof’ you need to grasp that YOU ARE NOT THE NAME), just ‘be’ is the way to be one of the shadow people.
There is no need to ‘tell’ anyone else that you are not the name.
There is no need to prove to anyone you are not your name.
Let others waste their finite time attempting to prove the impossible you just need to accept that you are YOU and have no name.
Stop acting as though your name is all that matters.
If someone makes a claim on or of the name ignore it unless it suits you then ask them to prove the claim is valid. Don’t pay them any more heed than that.
If someone makes a demand of the name ignore it unless it suits you or ask them to prove the name can do as it is demanded.
People you know who make a claim or demand in person are not asking a name to act they are asking you to act.
See the distinction yet?
Is the penny on its way to the ground?
It all boils down to this.
Can you prove to yourself you are whatever name you have been given?
If you cannot prove this too yourself how do you expect to be able to prove it to any other man or woman?
The shadow people live outside the Fear Factory system.
They can dip into it, leave it, play with it, destroy it, change it, or ignore it altogether any time they choose and they are simply aware they can do this.
They can be whoever or whatever they want to be for as long as they want to be and then simply stop being or become something else.
They can operate multiple ‘versions’ of themselves simultaneously or play any part within the system for as long or as short as it suits them.
I venture to suggest that everyone can do this and the only reason we don’t is because the Fear Factory that forces us into consenting to play the part of the name is so adept at keeping us one step out of sync with reality.
Everyone working within the Fear Factory that is the state is within the system.
Everyone working for the Fear Factory that is the state is within the system.
Everyone outside the Fear Factory that is the state but does as the state demands is within the system.
Everyone who consents on demand to do as the State demands is within the system.
With the now obvious exception of the shadow people who have decided for whatever reason to play within the system. Perhaps being outside gets boring after a while so they dip into the Fear Factory for a bit of fun, who knows?
The majority of humanity live their entire lives within the Fear Factory no matter where on the planet they live, no matter how wealthy or how poor they are, no matter how time rich or time poor they are, no matter how long they live, no matter what they do or do not achieve, no matter how many or how few regrets they have.
I venture to suggest that the majority of humanity which has ever existed has lived within the Fear Factory and have gone from cradle to grave without ever considering why they consent to act for the given name.
The only difference there can ever be between a slave and a master is a state of mind. One mind demands the other consents. That is it.
The master might be a bastard and kill the slave as soon as look at it another might be a nice guy and look after the slave until either dies. Doesn’t change a thing. The only time a shift occurs is when the slave and the master realise who they really are then the master has no need of the slave and the slave has no need of the master because the penny drops…they are the same, shadow people.
Throughout life I have been taught that the government is the ultimate authority in this land. It gains its authority from the sending of a voting card every now and again.
That’s not strictly true as certain religionists told me as a nipper that we are all equal under god. Oops.
Now no longer living in the body of a nipper nor bearing a mind that blindly accepts whatever adults tell me and peers confirm is ‘true’ I come to a decision that I am no longer avin it.
Humanity is seriously weird. Some would say fucked up but I prefer weird. No other life form on the planet seems to willingly hand over control of its life to another. Men and women do it almost by instinct with the end result they live a life created by others and die miserable unless they don’t realise this is what’s going on in which case they die happy that their ‘hard work’ has made the world a better place.
This too is a weird state of affairs and seems to be unique to humans. We justify an abhorrence by replacing imagination and living life with consent and hard work for others.
No idea what other people’s upbringing was like nor any idea if mine was ‘normal’ or just weird but the end result of the first 16 years of life was a boy who had no clue there was a life of pay, pay, pay, tax, tax, tax ahead of him. I feared authority, truly feared it be it teacher, someone older, bigger, smarter, dumber, policeman, the government, the council, the bank, the insurance man. The only thing I didn’t fear was the criminal. I took all of my leads from family, peers, papers and the telly.
So by the time my seventeenth birthday came around I was ‘in work’, ‘earning a living’, dreaming of having my own car, trying to like ‘going out’, spending a weeks wage as quickly as possible on stuff that made me feel good for an instant and then lay unused and unloved. The only positive in my life was nothing ever sat right with me but I just took that feeling for granted as I aged through life and kept on living the life of others which is basically, work hard, pay,pay pay, tax, tax, tax.
In the eighties the place I worked went out on strike in some sort of mass hypnosis event where four men on the back of a pick up decided the fate of thousands of their fellow workers. It was clear to me that there was no way on god’s earth they could accurately assess the number of hands for or against the strike motion but I said nothing and accepted my fate dished out by those who claimed authority over me.
This strike lasted six weeks and put my finances in a dire position but even here my priority was to pay, pay, pay everyone who demanded money rather than conserve the cash to make sure we had food on the table as we had no idea how long the strike would last. I was so in the grip of ‘take it all for granted’ I never found another job or source of income. It took me a further eight years to pluck up the courage to leave that world.
Then I entered a different world of self employment. I had done some research and knew I wanted nothing to do with the world of employment and yet here I was employing myself and still kowtowing to authority. Business advisers in suits, who had never ever run a business of their own, telling me what to do, bank managers in suits, who had never run a business of their own, telling me what to do, and all the time there was authority in the form of government telling me what to do.
YOU MUST DO THIS is the cry of the authoritarian.
They shout because they demand. The shout and demand are used to hide the truth they have no real authority over anyone else. Authority had an iron grip on me and I had a family that relied on me to provide for them. I took my life totally and utterly for granted and always did as authority told me even though it rankled with me that something wasn’t right.
Over the years that rankling got worse and worse. I began to question myself as to why I had to do what other people wanted me to. Every time I took some notice and asked myself what would happen if I didn’t do as others wanted the age old fear of authority arose within me and it reasserted there was no option other than leaving this land and if I am honest I rather like it here so that wasn’t an option. But as time passed complying with the constant demands of authority began to seem less and less fearful. Don’t get me wrong the grip was still there but it was no longer an iron grip. It was more akin to a firm grasp.
Now I was in a position where I questioned everything in my mind and if I could find no justification for the claim of authority I simply stopped paying it any attention and miraculously it went away. This position crystallised, although I didn’t realise it at the time, when a parking enforcement company tried to steal 195 of my pounds using a legal but unlawful process of invoicing. After that was dealt with by simply ignoring their letters I began to look at everything with new eyes.
The problem is though the sheer amount of information out there is overwhelming.
Lots of it is disinformation, lots of it is well meaning but wrong, lots of it is just other people’s experiences of going through the same process. This last point tells me there is some sort of awakening going on as does the volume of disinformation out there.
Up to now I’ve stayed away from government. I have quietly acquiesced to nearly all of their demands. I’ve paid on demand, I’ve given them information they demand except for a PCSO who asked for my personal details and when told NO just stood there embarrassed not really knowing what to do next. The government’s claim of authority is the last vestige of the old me and with hindsight I reckon it should have been the first to be dealt with as it is the one which claims ultimate power over me but what the hell I’ve left it till last.
I’ve been asking its people question after question and in the main they refuse to answer. Some provide evasive answers or non responsive answers and only one lady, a registrar, has given me any sort of accurate assessment of things as she sees them. Local government employees in the main either don’t know or don’t think.
When you question those with a ‘higher level pay cheque’ or those who presume to have the most authority they do know that their authority is based totally and utterly on our consent and their lies. The responses from these people are universal. They simply refuse to answer any questions put to them. They always tell me to seek ‘independent legal advice’ even though the question isn’t asking them for an opinion it is asking them to provide a clear answer to something.
This shows anyone paying attention that the government has no real claim of authority UNLESS we consent to give them authority over us. We have never been asked to give this consent, we have never actively volunteered this consent but we do give it because we allow them to presume we give it to them.
We all live in a weird world of presumptions where things stand until such time as they are challenged or rebutted. So this government of the people claims it has the authority to subjugate the people and make them pay, pay, pay their tax, tax, tax, whilst complying to their rules of the game, in other word ‘make them av it’, is being told that their presumption is wrong and I do not consent to give them having authority over me.
I am in no way religious, as in I follow a religion believing it to be the only route to heaven or the ‘one true god’ or whatever claptrap the sky fairy followers claim the sky fairy has said and a man wrote down. So although the ‘we are all equal under god’ does have some merit as does ‘Man has been given dominion over the earth’ also has some merit. Both presume there is a ‘creator’ of some sort which is where I cannot accept the presumptions but I also know that that lack of acceptance on my part doesn’t really matter. Those doing the presuming believe it so it is they who have chosen to live by it so all men are subservient to god and no other.
I don’t subscribe the the idea that anything or anyone has any claim of authority over me on any basis whatsoever.
I totally accept I am born free with no allegiance or obligation to anyone and will die free of any obligation or allegiance to anyone.
I accept there is the possibility that I am living a one shot life.
I accept there is the possibility I am constantly being reborn.
I accept there is the possibility that I am infinite awareness.
I accept there is the possibility I am just a collection of energy having a laugh.
I accept there may be a purpose to life.
I accept there may be no purpose to life.
I accept that life may end without warning.
I accept that life may end with a warning that we get just before death.
I accept that living life may cause harm to someone else and if it does then reparations may be due
I accept that others may cause me harm by their living of life and I free to demand reparations or not.
I accept the challenge of creating my own life…