It has been an interesting year.  Living in the USA, it has become apparent that we are not free.  It is the year when the veil has been lifted for a time, and we realize just how prevalent it is for powerful people to have inappropriate sexual contact with others.  Also, if their lips are moving, they’re lying.  It is not that hard to figure out.  You just need to read a little history.  You’ll see that blackmail and control files have been used to control the fulfillment layer of government and empire for thousands of years.

Knowing that all of our elected officials are threatened routinely with destruction if they don’t obey their masters, knowing that both horses in every election have jockeys, helps to put the choices our elected officials make into perspective.  We can see Mr. “I’ll bring the troops home from the Middle East” Obama invade and bomb Libya and Syria.  Next year, we can see “Let’s go to war in the Middle East” Trump bring the troops home.  It isn’t possible for an elected official to keep their elections promises.

We are not free.  We can’t go into the opposite gender’s bathroom, even as caregiver to a wheelchair user.  We can’t get access to the healthcare specialist we need, even with medical insurance.  We can’t get into the best schools.  We can’t just do our own electrical work on our house.  We can’t pay for our house in actual green paper cash.  We can’t even prepay our property taxes in this county.  We can’t own a pig without being in compliance with the city ordinances.  We can’t just dig our own shallow graves and dump bodies in them without complying with the state and county death laws.

Rich and powerful people can, though.  Oh, I’m not talking about the Clintons and Bushes.  I’m talking richer than that, the people who own banks.  If you can print money out of thin air, what do the laws matter to you?  You just defund the organizations which harass you, or overfund their competition.  If you want access to the latest and greatest spaceship tech, money can purchase it.  Of course the deep state is into cryptocurrencies.  Why wouldn’t it be?

If it is the best fit that the ruling class of every planet is infested with demons, because that’s just the simplest explanation for their behavior and belief systems, then that presents us with an opportunity.  Knowing history, knowing what they are likely to do when the stars are aligned just so, we can prepare.  We can prepare for even greater energy inequality.  We can prepare for a downsizing of the useless eaters one way or another, or multiple methods all at the same time.  If the US government is at the part of its lifecycle where the bureaucratic bloat is going to get downsized, then government agencies will be spread thin.  It will be easier to avoid notice and go about your business unmolested.  It will be more difficult to receive benefits from them.  They will continue to fraudulently as well as lawfully cut people off from benefits.

If you are still in debt at this point in the timeline, you are screwed.  People who are in debt are slaves, and you need to be free.  Yearning for freedom, seize every piece you can find.  That means you have to be actively looking for ways to be free.  Freedom and power isn’t handed to you on a platter.  What do you want?  If you want a clean sink, you have to actually clean it.  If you want big muscles, you have to actually lift the weights.  If you want less body fat, you have to actually eat vegetables instead of chocolate.  If you want freedom from government meddling, there are things you must actually do.

Some days are more complicated than others.  Some days, I just feel empty, and sad, and lost.  Some days, it feels as if nobody will ever help me, that I must do it all myself.  Some days, I’m ignored, and I slip through the cracks, broken and shattered.  Some days, it feels like a useless task to put one foot in front of the other, and for what, to continue to be in pain?  Pain unending, tomorrow, the next day, the day after that, never ceasing.

Some days are like that, even in Australia.  It doesn’t help to be intelligent.  Being smart just means I can find even more ways to justify my philosophical insignificance.  I can look at my contribution to the world as a whole, and find it tinier than a mustard seed, smaller than an electron.  I am just so small, so insignificant, so fragile.

Why does that fill me with such sadness, though?  Why does it disturb me to be a nobody?  There were days when I was younger, before my children showed up, when I would enjoy my shield of invisibility.  People would ignore me, whether political signature gatherers or panhandlers alike.  I know that witches tend to be able to cast glamours, to be able to shine forth with the confidence that makes things happen around them.  Well, that was not my power.  Or was it?

Perhaps I was the quiet one.  People who heard me speak tended to listen, even to my quiet sparse and well-chosen words, because I had thought it through, and usually had a very valuable perspective to add.  I did not attract attention to me by charm, but rather by force of idea.  When I had no idea to share, I blended into the background.

I think I’m lonely.  I think I’ve found people to talk to online, but I know my online friendships are fragile, and exist at the whim and mercy of those who control the electrons.  So the dark times have come again, and I’m sad.  I know that death is coming.  The slow shuffle, the rattle of bone against bone, there is no victory against it but that which has always been so.  Some things will end.  There is more than one way out of a burning house, but first you must acknowledge that it is burning, and desire to escape.  There is more than one way off of a sinking ship, but first you must acknowledge that it is sinking, and desire to leave it.  There is more than one way out of a broken life, but first you must acknowledge that it is broken, and desire to leave it behind.

Some days, pain and fear are gifts to be treasured.  Other days, pain and fear overwhelm all sense and desire.  My confidence has deserted me.  I am left troubled by what I have wrought, and I don’t know if it is even possible to make it right again.

I’ve just watched part of Guardians of the Galaxy 2.  The plot line was everything I’ve come to expect from the Marvel writers, in the Men In Black sense.  Still, it got me pondering.  Yet another movie that claims a human can own a planet.  Right up there with Jupiter Ascending.  So, I have to ask, can any human really own a planet?

Now, in ownership relationships, there is usually a binary dependency relationship.  The owner depends on the slave, and the slave depends on the owner.  However, the owner can always get another slave, for slaves are fungible.  Slaves, however, don’t always get to just up and leave their owners, and are therefore in the weaker position.  Now, the Earth depends on Humans, and Humans depend upon the Earth, that is obvious.  However, Humans can’t up and leave their planet for another.  The Earth can do without humans.  It can just get other slaves to dig the soil and move stones around for it.  Maybe the beetles will do it next.

Therefore, The Earth owns humans, not the other way around.  Next, we apply a simple scaling algorithm: As Above, So Below.  Does that mean that humans can not own their land?  Their houses?  Yup.  Does that mean that humans do not even have sovereignty over their own bodies?  Yup.  Human bodies are utterly dependent upon a proper gut microbiome and not the other way around.

Does that mean that therefore mean that humans do not own their own souls?  Oooh, tricky question.  I would have to postulate that the answer must be yes.  In an animist universe, human spirits are not self-governed, because they are dependent upon something more than that something is dependent upon them.  Perhaps this is why I have told the gods and demons that my children are not mine to give.  If I do not own my own soul, then I can not sell it to the devil, nor can it be redeemed by any one deity claiming to be able to set it free.  Perhaps, it is more like a gut microbiome, and the billions of soil microbiota.  All of these things own infinitesimal shares of my soul.  You’d never get them together in a shareholder’s meeting to approve a hostile takeover, and they don’t vote by proxy.