Government, a prison of the mind. I imagine a city with various wonderous building but somewhere near the center is a pyramidal structure made of metal and loads of black smoke. There are levels and there are ladders and everyone is in a struggle to get to the ladders. At the top someone decides on some perceived valuable resources within the structure distribution. It’s a prison for the psychopaths... will be the understanding.
This is the realization about this power structure. It’s entirely ineffective in delivering value across the board. Only in distributing what can be controlled. With diminishing results. There’s a much better way. Where, even those who benefit now end up with more! But we also live at peace no longer representing the fear we believed.
Within the current pyramid, as we know it, those who remain must think… It’s almost as if… since we’ve gone off in such a crazy direction, that at the very top, that person must be sleeping. But no one has the balls or the imagination to wake him or her up. This is the fear they have… “Don’t stir the master!”
I suggest looking at it from the master’s point of view. Would he be grateful to learn he or she has been sleeping at the controls of this giant mechanism? I think it’s highly likely… and worth overcoming the fear.
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