What do you see there?
Answer: What They want to Show You.
Who's benefiting?
From A War.
From Religion.
From Education.
From A Pandemic.
From A World Cup Match.
From A League Match.
From a broke College Student in a foreign soil with a hefty bank loan and no future in sight.
From A sudden Layoff (causing desperation)
From Sick People (cause of malignant food ingredients and altered public water sources)
From A Single Woman needing money to survive.
From A Widow.
From Orphans.
From Retired Old People.
From A Desperate Farmer.
From attempting to separate a married couple.
From seizing beautiful and bright young infants.
Is it all Planned to manipulate the results to line some pockets and satiate some prideful egos, in order to build that next glass building on the blood of the masses?
Answer: I don't know, you tell me?
Can stranded students and single girls be coerced into prostitution to make a fortune on their flesh for the handlers?
Answer: I'm not sure, you tell me?
Notice, when you drive you find it a tad bit hazy to multitask by texting at the same time. Our scope of attention is designed to be arrested by the subject or object of reference before us. So, this basic premise of an illusion, to play with your pair of eyeballs and refract a rather devious light into them, is the bedrock of deception.
Deception is a stairway to the cage of desire.
For example: You're promised a guaranteed high-paying job overseas…But first, you've got to pay a few thousands of dollars for an “education” and then you're set.
A plastic cherry of being a “Permanent Resident”.
Yeah, got it, Dog! But how?
The rent is inflated.
The job disappears off the table.
Oooh, coincidence much?
How does one fill this gap and stay Afloat?
Their “Helpful” Answer: Sell everything you got back home, here, everywhere. Steal. Kill, I don't know, figure it out. Pour money into the economy or get deported back to your 3rd world.
And if nothing remains, got to sell yourself, mate, as you’re way too deep into this cherry pursuit.
Such a predictable ancient pattern left to repeat itself and someone pops the next champagne on a yacht.
False and devious scales.
Word not honored.
(Divine Judgement awaiting these little devious banks and bandits)
Their pitch before immigration for you to sell all you got and mortgage it out of your own free will?
All you gotta do is “somehow” afford to pay for the first year. Second and third year can be managed later by a "part time" job by the candidate, who knows, and even be left with extra cash to send back home?
Doesn't look the same in the aftermath, when you're bleeding money constantly and they're busy shoving people in the rigged fan called “cost of living” to be shredded, by blades of deceit.
The reality?
There's no paradise on the other side, but trouble awaits your oily feet to meet a super oily foreign floor.
The candidate who’s put everything on the line at this point somehow cannot get a job, you're marginalized into an odd and impermanent gig that barely pays for your food expenses, let alone rent, tuition fee, sending anything back home…(if however anyone does manage to earn and appears to be “successful”, it is unfortunately through means of prostitution / drug dealing / fake identities, papers / thuggery, basically everything illegal)
The market is controlled.
You're shoved in a class with students of your own ethnic and racial group.
You're segregated like waste to be recycled back home.
There was no “Foreign Dream”.
The exchange rates are exchanging “skin for currency” and not “currency for currency” anymore.
Now, when the skepticism arises, there goes the candy to the senses: "An advertisement".
Visuals of an airplane, kids studying and saying Yes! We made it! Oh wait, they even look slightly like you before you are mesmerized to see it morph into your own image and likeness.
In a few mental tug of wars, you're like "Screw it, I'm sold… I'm the best. I'm gonna go conquer!!!"
Yes, this is the part where the rigged escalators begin the game plan to dissect the man or woman with an intangible element of vision and illusion — The DREAM.
I learnt, what looks "Good" is desperately covering up for the evil it's trying to conceal.
A linear mind falls down the aisle by the monarchical bandits all the time.
Short story goes like this:
1. Strong Temptation
2. Disproportionate Transaction (from your end)
3. Sold
4. Next
A gigantic organized well-oiled systemic arm is liquifying your assets back home as you're on a plane to the mirage promising wonders.
Intending to deliver none.
Solution?
Despite the Spice in the eyes, an ambition is actualized by only staying in tandem with a big treasure chest of truth. You can't solve a math problem with an erroneous question with erroneous values to calculate with.
You need sure footed truth. Leaning not on your own understanding. Taking counsel like King David did, by asking the right questions:
What's truly in it for me?
How do I negotiate better?
How do I remain confident in the Creator despite their planned downer strategies to close the sale?
How do I rise and fight my way around these setups?
The answer is usually hidden in pockets. You'll slowly decode and circumvent the entire mirage. You won't go hunky-dorey at first glance.
You'll challenge.
You'll be empowered to resist.
You might just turn invincible against this vicious system.
You can't fight great wickedness by the antidote of wickedness.
You will decode and be sought after, once the Creator's heavy hand causes you to shine, for the path you've chosen was His and He knows how to take down these Illusory Gigantic Think Tanks to their own demise.
Happy Conquering.
Lost in the Sauce
// poetry
My focal point, an illusion
Lost in the swirling sauce,
Lines blurry hypnotizing,
All that silver was actually dross.
Illusions maketh the mirage
This experience we called "life"
Shook a Business Tycoon's hand,
He said: Nice to meet you, "I'm Knife".
Pushed this sleighting hand aside
Pursued the Creator Most High
Among all these illusions of escalators to the tomb,
I unveiled there's One Source that shall never lie.
It's a limbo of doors
Ambush behind the candy shop
The Directors on their Casting Couch decide events,
While their twisted pathway only the Creator shall stop.
I won't sell
I will Shove
You turn up the Heat
My God shall break the Stove.
Many digital roads to evil
The dozen apps rolled out for deceit
Funding the dark whoring Corporations,
Vending many a wayward biased receipt.
