Ladies and Gentlemen:
I seem to have news for you.
Money doesn’t grow on trees.
It comes out of thin air.
Out of our minds, to be more precise.
Is a concept, merely.
Just like interest itself is a concept merely.
Consider.
You go to the bank and ask for something called a ‘loan’. And the bank agrees to the ’loan’. Or not. Depending, mostly, on whether you can show that you can pay back the ‘loan’. With something called ‘interest’ attached to it. Which is ‘money’ that the bank makes for lending you the ‘loan’. But hold on a moment. Let’s ask: Where does that money come from? Not just the ’interest’. But all of it??
It comes from entries in a ledger.
The bank shows that it has lent you a certain amount of money. With ‘interest’ attached to it. Some figures. In a ledger. And -
Voila.
Hey presto.
There it is.
Figures in a ledger.
And then there are some pieces of paper that have been printed up to match the figures in the ledger.
And you go home, with credit for the money that you have been loaned And with debit to the bank - or an individual; or whomsoever - that has lent you the money. And the bank, or whomsoever lent you the money, gets credit for the transaction. On
‘the ledger’.
The conjured-up money out of thin air in the first place.
And the bank could have conjured up any figures that they wanted to. Because
it is all in our minds.
Because we have bought into the concept of ‘money’ - been mesmerized by ‘money’ - with ‘interest’ attached to it.
Now, that is a little bit simplified.
But the bottom line is the same:
‘Money’ has been conjured up out of thin air.
The bank simply entered some figures in a ledger.
And there it was.
So.
That means…
…that we
have been conned.
By con artists.
Who have mesmerized us with their palaver. And sleight of hand.
Long. Enough.
We don’t need ‘money,’ as it has come to be in the Western world. (The Arabian world doesn’t use the concept of interest. They just exchange goods and services. Period.) All we need is a motive to share goods and services with each other. The Western world has used the motive of making something called a ‘profit’ on the exchange. But I’ve got a better idea. How about -
that we share our goods and services with one another - and give of our best in the process - out of gratitude. To our Creator, for life with meaning. Out of - in a word:
Love.
A concept.
And a feeling.
And a principle.
A principle, of the Path that we are on. On our journey.
To where? From where??
Back to Unity. From Unity.
Our Father-Mother God is just waiting for us. To ‘get it’. And start the heading for
Home.
By understanding more clearly this business of ‘value’. Of attaching value to things. Or ideas.
Take gold. Gold has long been a backing for pieces of paper called money. Which is simply a receipt for something of value, being stored for us, by the person/s that is/are doing that service for us - usually a ‘bank’. But it could be anybody who can keep that item of value safe for us, while we go on with our daily business. But -
wait a minute.
Our ‘money’ - our receipts - have nothing backing them, anymore.
We can’t go back to the bank and exchange them for whatever of value that they originally represented - gold, or silver, or jewelry, or whatever.1 We can only exchange them for themselves.
More simply of the same thing.
Promises to pay. Promises to pay…in other pieces of paper. Just like them.
As I say:
Hey presto.
Or, more specifically, regarding a magician’s sleight-of-hand trick, to us country rubes:
a shell game.
Now you see the backing for what was originally the receipt for a certain amount of silver or gold.
Now you don’t.
Other people have gone into all this with more panache than I am demonstrating here. (Peter Joseph, and his Zeitgeist Movement, for one good source.) But I just wanted to set the scene.
For the next move.
In this chess game going on.
Chess. Not a shell game.
Because God is no country rube.
Is way ahead of ‘the game’.
The short of it (to refer slyly to another trick in the magicians’ bag):
There is now - with a little help from our friends (another story) - enough gold to act as backing for a plethora of ‘money’ for the whole world.s peoples. Meaning: No more poverty. No more, that is to say, control over people by the moneychangers. With the world to be flooded with ’money’. And just in time. As the world’s magicians were about to spring a trap on the world’s peoples, and put the whole planet under subservience to them.
Who are ‘they’?
The Magicians.
The Powers That Be.
The Illuminati.
By whatever name:
The Dark side.2
Who have been acting out - unbeknownst to them; by and large - a part in The Play.
The Play of Life.
In which to catch our consciences. As it were. To say:
In which for us mortals to have an experience - experiences; over and over, playing different parts each time around - of seeming Separation. From the Godhead.
Why?
In order to prove ourselves. Unfold ourselves. In consciousness.
And then move on.
Into firstly the New World, just awaiting us. To move into it.
As a matter of consciousness.
So. This current ’world’ to be flooded with money - receipts for gold - as we Terrans enter into a Golden Age. And as we build our New World, we will discover our innate ability to be creators, even unto conjuring up things - other things, now, too - out of ‘thin air’. Via what are already labelled with a name: Replicators. And develop free energy devices. (Already existent, in some cases.) And learn how to teleport ourselves. And so on. And on. And on.
And then we will get to the point where we can release the ‘value’ of gold as the backing for our items of a convenient means of exchange, and do our transactions simply via electronics. Just like the bankers already do. With our motivation, to share goods and services with one another, being what I ascribed to it above.
And just so, will we each have an ‘account’ in that Great Ledger In The Sky, of our credits and our debits.
Precisely like TPTB have been planning for us. (Their 'cashless society'.)
Only without their demented twist to it.
Of Power Over Others. (POO, for short.)
But rather, by the principle of Power With Others.
With our equals.
As spiritual beings having a human experience.
On our way
Up.
Having now turned the corner. (And just in time.) And heading for - as I say -
Home.
P.S. Some details to the Return part of The Journey:
* Barry Obama’s tenure as an illegal occupant of the Oval Office of the presidency of the United States (another story; amply covered in these pages) does indeed have to be stricken from the historical record, for his having been an illegal occupancy; and thus, all of the legislation that he signed into law, and all of the E.O.’s and P.D.’s that he issued, and all of the appointments that he made - including to the SCOTUS, and inferior courts (and, of necessity, the judicial decisions that they crucially figured into) - go with him, into the trash bin. As we engage in a process of Setting Things to Rights. But he was, after all, playing a crucial part in The Play - in helping to bring things to a head, and their ultimate Conclusion, here at The End of The Play. But his personal ‘sentence’ will be up to The Umpire. I have a feeling, to be tempered with some Mercy. But fortunately, that decision is not up to me. From my experience in The Drama, I would bring a whole passle of feelings to the matter, which could easily taint an issue of administering pure Justice.
* The international child sex trafficking that has been going on. Probably the less said about that ‘little matter,’ the better. I would definitely bring some ’baggage’ to the matter of Justice being dealt out in that one.
* And on it will go. Justice to be served. But from a higher perspective than just that of those of us who have been involved in The Play on the ground. Or on the board.
Or however it can best be put. As we leave it behind, anyway. And move on.
Into our beautiful
New World.
Just waiting for us.
And not far down, now,
the Home stretch.
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footnotes:
1 the U.S. dollar bill has a legal definition, of a certain amount of silver. You used to be able to get a silver dollar in exchange for a U.S. dollar bill.
Not anymore.
2 Jim Rickards has the story, in his book, ‘The Road to Ruin’.
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