The Magical Land of Surrogate Dignity: How Good People Get Played
When the predators are trying to sell you a land of magical dignity, it’s a mirage.
One of the mightiest tricks used by the people with not-so-good intentions is when they promise to take us to the land where we are dignified.
The machine
We are currently living in the age of the machine. Sure, it is not 100% machine because we human beings bring life and love wherever we go. Sure, many individual disciples and accomplices of the machine believe that there is no machine, and that what they are doing is right.
However, we are living in the age of the machine, which is a modern version of what Steven Newcomb calls the System of Domination, and a System of Domination it is. Under the masterfully painted hood with smiley faces and entertaining ads, it is the spirit of domination that runs the people who run this machine.
Nobody is respected.
However, there is a great diversity of abuses, and each group gets a combination of shared abuse and a flavor of abuse that is custom-made for them. The dark magicians upstairs make it so that the people are focused on ‘specialty” abuse—and feel like they are abused more than others, and that they are the true winners of the tragic competition of the abused.
The game of musical chairs
This is very simple.
In the world we live in, the world that’s run by the very predators who are waving the “dignity” marketing brochure in our seeking faces—we are not granted by them any dignity of the authentic kind.
They don’t respect our souls, they don’t respect our bodies, they poison our homes and our lungs, they pit us against each other, they send us to fight their mafia wars, they teach our children to despise us, they steal the results of our work, they do all that with ease.
However. they know that we are many, and they are few—and so they pick a select group of people whom they want to use as bodyguards and supporters—and they make those people believe that they are the predators’ favorite pets.
Collectively, without a grain of doubt, the “pets” are abused just like everyone else—but usually, the “favorite pets” are the group whose members believe that their troubles belong in the past, and NOW is their time to be dignified. And they are extra sensitive and jumpy and easy to manipulate because, hell, they’ve been abused for real—but now they are special, the time of abuse is over, and so their trauma is fogging their vision of reality to the extent that they are willing to symbolize their transition to the Land of Dignity by becoming abusers of others, as long as it helps them feel Dignified.
In the meanwhile, the predators have already set up the scene, they are ready to reshuffle the musical chairs again, demote the current favorite pets, and elevate some other traumatized souls.
And this plot keeps repeating in history again and again. Again and again. Again and again.
Until we scream, snap out of their lousy spell, and stop to comply.
The part where I step on every talking point because they need to be stepped on
Yes, the talking points need to be stepped on. Not the people. The people deserve to be loved, and their beautiful souls deserves to be respected fully—even if the minds are stuck in a place back in time where they were children, sought love, didn’t get love, and now there is a hole in their heart. People deserve to be loved. But the talking points need to be stepped on.
If you believe that your pronouns are a Magical Land of Dignity, you’ve been played.
If you believe that the establishment’s sudden love for the “people of color” is a Magical Land of Dignity, you’ve been played.
If you believe that forcing others to take a vaccine you believe to work is a Magical Land of Dignity, you’ve been played.
If you believe that the right to force your opinions or religion on other people is a Magical Land of Your Dignity, you’ve been played.
If you believe that the state of Israel is a Magical Land of Dignity that was created benevolently for the sake of the suffering Jews, you’ve been played.
If you believe that America was founded to be a Magical Land of Dignity and not for the select few obnoxious European folks to get more power and control, you’ve been played.
If you believe that the USSR was meant to be a Magical Land of Dignity, you’ve been played.
If you believe, like I did when I was a kid, that the collapse of the USSR was a door to the Magical Land of Dignity, a natural development and a triumph of freedom, you’ve been played.
If you believe that your government cares about your health, well-being, or freedom, you’ve been played.
We all get played. We all get played differently, depending on the time and the place. But we all get played. And then we remember our love and refuse to be played anymore. And the mirage disappears.
How I personally go about it
In my own life, I distinguish between the people—and their ideas that function like adopted controller ghosts. People live with a lot of ghosts. We are in a broken world. Children don’t get properly loved, nobody teaches children that their true souls matter in a very important way—and so when the under-respected children grow up, they still chase validation as if they were children, to fill the hole in their heart even if they don’t know that they have a hole in their heart—and the predators are happy to oblige and offer them tickets to the Magical Land of Dignity—at a cost.
The generation of my grandparents believed in the sacred status of the communist ideals and the USSR. Their feeling was real and true. The underlying concept was a mirage, a lie. (The founding of the USSR was a cruel, disgusting globalist coup to create a colony out of Russia and surrounding countries, for the benefit of the aforementioned select few particularly obnoxious European and American predators who had the desire and the funds. I have strong feelings about it because it impacted my family, and it created a lot of pain in me in an indirect way.)
Many people, some of them my classmates, some of them my dear friends, feel that the state of Israel is their sacred heart. They associate it with renewal, hope, newly found dignity, perhaps the most fond years of their lives. Their feeling is real, sacred, and true. The underlying concept is a mirage, a lie. (In my subjective opinion, the founding of Israel was yet another trivial and cruel globalist project to control the Middle East for the benefit of the few obnoxious folks. Super-ambitious and sick-headed European predators have been at it for centuries, and why would they stop now? The Middle East is rich in resources—be it spices or oil—and perpetual war is a very lucrative affair, too. What Arabs? What Jews? Who cares about either!!! It’s about the empowerment of the select few!
Many people, some of them also my dear friends, feel that vaccine mandates are good because they “protect the vulnerable” and serve the public health. I can’t speak for everyone but specifically my friends whom I’ve talked to about this, come from a place of compassion of sorts, the misguided missionary kind of compassion but compassion none the less. Their good intention is sincere (smh). The underlying concept is a mirage, a lie.
Etc., etc.
Sadly, mirages are resource-intensive. Someone has to pay for the mirage. Usually the predators organize their plot in such a way that the group targeted for destruction at this time (whose property they want to steal) pays for the mirage of the current “favorite pets,” while the latter are used by the predators to do the stealing on their behalf, for which the predators reward the pets with surrogate temporary dignity and some spoils from the loot.
However, one thing the predators don’t tell the “favorite pets” is that the reward is temporary—and that when the next round of the musical chairs begins, they may be left without a chair.
The simplicity of this ever-repeating plot and the ease with which people betray each other make me sad. But this can’t last forever. There will come a day when people refuse to play the game of musical chairs, and the game will end.
And when the sorry game of the musical chairs ends for good, it will be the predators left without a chair.
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If you believe that your money has any intrinsic value, you've been played.
If you believe that bankers are not trying to rule the world, you've been played.
Berry, berry good! Thank you, Tessa.
People hate being played so maybe some will stop. I pray it is so. But it's hard. The predators have been honing their game for thousands of years and are really good at luring the pets into their little cages with promises of all kinds of rewards that satiate all kinds of appetites.
The key to not being played is a willingness to sit at the table with an empty hand and know you still have a right to be at the table. No matter how many times you are shamed and told to give up your seat.
Or just walk away altogether. So one day when the music stops, all the chairs will be empty cuz there's no one in the room. Just a bunch of empty chairs and a low buzz in the air.