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     2 months ago  

    I am reminded of a moment in a grocery store checkout line a year or so after high school. I had many acquaintances in high school, but didn't join any cliques, so everyone that was in a clique assigned me to the Stoners, because they themselves wouldn't associate with anyone outside of their cliques, so anyone that did was part of the clique they associated with. But, I just knew some good people and would converse with them. I didn't consider them off limits whether they were jocks, nerds, or stoners.

    I wasn't the only one in my graduating class that didn't clique up, but I may have been the most clueless about it. After I had been exposed to corruption of the local government of the village on the island, I left town, moving to Juneau, the capitol of Alaska and 5x larger, with different cops, different schools, and I hoped, different cliques. Because I was an arrogant kid that thought what I knew was everything to know, and I was brutally honest, I could always find work because I worked hard, but I could never keep a job because everyone I worked for always did things the wrong way (according to me, who knew everything). I did a lot of entry level work, at any task in every field I got hired in.

    When I was hired on as labor to demolish Dreamland, a local watering hole of great misrepute, I was filthy, wearing torn and dirty clothes, grabbing a bite at the local market after work, and a guy wearing a very expensive suit followed me in line. It was one of my classmates, one of the social bully clique. Not a jock, not a nerd, just one of the kids that grouped together to bully outcasts. They'd not ostracized me, however, as I somehow had not agreed to wear their target on my back.

    Looking at him in his shoes that were worth more than everything I owned, I realized why he'd been in that clique. It was a clique of rich kids, whose parents had money. That money created different opportunities in their lives, commonalities in outlook and motivation, and political alliances/enemies. He wore that suit because it was his badge of membership in the clique he was in, the financial management industry.

    He couldn't wear jeans and a t-shirt. He'd literally get fired, lose all his friends, place to live, and bimbo GF. He had to conform, regardless of what he thought of his betters, his bosses that made that magical money, and how they made it, regardless of what he wanted to do, he had to do what they wanted to do, to be their acolyte, minion, and toadie. Doing entry level labor in the construction field leaves you short money, scrambling for rentals you can afford, and etc., so I couldn't help but envy him the money he could just throw at every problem.

    But money was all he had. He couldn't choose where to live, what to wear, or what to do on the weekend. I was vastly more free than he was. I was not bitter when I walked away from that chance meeting. Had I known then what I know now about big money bullies, things might have gone differently, but I had never heard of Bilderberg then, didn't know how they operated as a clique of bullies.

    Money isn't freedom to do what you want. It's a chain that binds you to it's source.

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     2 months ago  

    About high school - I was the same way, I did not join any real cliques - however, I got a long with everyone. I could be around any group, and it would be alright. For the most part -

    About the man in the expensive suit - a lot of the world around us, is symbols and sigma - its the world that binds ideas together between people - they consolidate ideas into subgroups and then symbolism them into a package - its interesting when you look at advertising, because people that are the most responsive to advertising are the people that wear designer gear - I would say, at pretty good chances, that they respond to hypnosis very well as well. If someone trained as a very serious person without any social beliefs of good and evil - they could turn people like that, even if they were an army of one, into slaves.

    Its like magician at the party who is hungry, and inserts the idea of buying a pizza into people's mind without those people knowing it. Next thing is they are buying the pizza - but the ideas are not theirs, its because the real magician, implanted that idea. If people were watching this being done on a hidden camera show - they would probably think this person doing this was manipulative - and they are. But this is advertising works. But you talk about the single individual doing this and they are called a magician. By the way, the free pizza can be done, just for ref, by someone with knowledge and just bringing up or telling stories about eating pizza, and even maybe eating pizza with celebrities that those at the party like - just like advertising - you will find that in social groups, people are very palatable to giving strangers things, buying them things, if there is a slight chance that they might get closer tot he people they admire - just like advertising. People with the skills, and who don't care, can really get people to do and think anything - turn them into mind control slaves. But of course, that is the entire world we live in - when a corporation / big tech does this day in and day out - its just advertising.

    Thanks!

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     2 months ago (edited) 

    He refused to sign it but was crying as he tore the paper apart, I wonder why he was crying and what was in the paper that he could not sign 🥰🙏

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    By tearing the paper instead of signing it, he was signing his death warrant. Because he would not sign it, the witch hunter hanged him to death. It was a confession to crimes he did not commit, which the witch hunter had agreed to forgive, because the confession to the crimes that had not been committed falsely claimed others had been involved in those crimes, and justified murdering those innocent people the witch hunter had already killed.