Stage 7. I RAGE
Arrogant indignation was the feeling, I got up off my knees, to stand up and "fight" back. I'm not going to take it anymore. I protested, yelled, eyes spinning, brows furrowed, serious face was the look. If the Revenue Agency wants my money, they can pry it out of my cold dead hands. I was nearly to the point of violence, since it was self defense, I had rationalized. I might even lash out at friends and family still hopelessly enslaved by the system, since they are perpetuating the system of enslavement, I had reasoned. I cycled between rage and futility. Great products, services and ideas do not need to be offered under threat of force for adoption. If I hadn't already long ago given up on religion, I might be spewing profanity at god. Was anything I learned true? Is the Earth even round? Had the lies been so comprehensive that no element of truth remained? A raging fire burned within, I hated the feeling and the world was to blame, a victim of circumstance. There didn't appear to be a way to opt out. Where was the Department of Exit? A million traps in, and no door out of the system, except maybe being a homeless transient living in the woods. How can Humans be so stupid? At least the animals don't ask for permission, look at their clock to know if they’re hungry or carry an ID to know who they are.
Stage 6 here - https://steemit.com/awareness/@damono/an-autobiography-of-an-awakening-i-stage-6