What is the head of the snake?
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M O N E Y.
This one tool is what keeps us enslaved.
Doesn’t matter if you own your home outright, the $ystem can still come in and take it from you.
The $ystem still commands you pay taxes on that property.
You drink water?
YOU OWE.
You turn on your phone and use it?
YOU OWE.
You eat food?
YOU OWE.
You turn on that light?
YOU OWE.
You get in your car to go to work or to the store?
YOU OWE.
You use the toilet or shower?
YOU OWE.
If the fact that you can’t even PEE or get clean without owing someone isn’t the EPITOME of insanity, I don’t know what is.
NO ONE exists here (food shelter water clothing transportation) without OWING the $ystem.
As I share here daily now, this system has all but crushed me. It’s increased my stress hugely, which has elevated the C-PTSD I deal with. As I read today, you want to see stress reduced greatly? Make it easy for EVERYONE to have our basic rights provided for. Take away the financial pressure, and stress goes down.
Easy peasy.
I am currently in the process of trying to get some restitution from the local agency that totally dropped the ball on me last night. After literally months of trying to get some help and assistance with schooling, employees dropped the ball on me enough times it rendered my application I turned in totally useless.
And I am not taking it anymore.
I am under a time crunch. Last year I had breathing room. Today? I don’t have that luxury, and this is due to their lack of accountability.
If housing were doable, no biggie. Food, no biggie. Utilities, no biggie. But given everything (but gas) keeps going up, including my debt (again), and payments and contributions for my work are down (again), and resume after resume I have submitted for employment go unresponded to, I am at my wits’ end.
I no longer know what to do but scream.
I am not going to become one of the invisible Souls on the streets.
Not without a fight.
Not without a loud vocal voice.
Even if I am doing it alone. Which tbh is what I have been doing. And this loneliness has made my trauma worse. It’s painful as hell that asking for something so basic as a little share here and there, a little donation here and there has gone grossly unheard. Calling agencies designed to help fail you. Talking with certain family members who have (a lot) and hold the view “I got mine go gets yours”. IT IS PAINFUL FOR ME. My body is suffering. My heart is suffering. My faith in humanity is in the toilet, ATM. All I have left is myself, my kiddo, a few people and, honestly, apparently, the military (if they are indeed good ones within doing good things). Because this entire system and those who run it and all of their blind system-loving sheep are not safe and are not to be trusted. They never were.
🙏
Victoria
