What would you do if you knew too much but had nowhere to turn? Would you keep silent and hope for nothing? Or would you reveal the truth and hope for justice?
This is my current status where my right as a sovereign hangs at a balance – to exercise what my mind and heart feels is right for others as a group by the sacrificing of myself through hard work and patience. This is all too well how TPTB dicks with folks like me. They know the system well enough because, well quite frankly, they created all that is around us in this whole world from our current monetary system to the shady government deals and cover ups – the denial of any wrong doings.
What is wrong with telling the truth is there is the potential for nefarious activities – from someone else taking the fall (or heat) by being processed at the justice system – the sentencing and jail time – or at the executioner’s hands – the suffering and slow death. Sometimes someone is targeted for disappearance in some form like an apparent suicide when the person has no prior history of mental illness. Family and friends are also used as a bargaining tool to make sure the subject complies with whatever TPTB want and need.
Still noone would believe those who possess any and all documentations (journals, photos, scars, contracts, etc.) for these ‘proofs’ really mean nothing to TPTB. First hand accounts, eye witnesses or genuine testimonies of any sort are not worth disclosing. Going for justice doesn’t always mean justice will be served by the same people who created the mess in the first place.
Am I being too paranoid to assume my own life is a price for knowledge, the freedom to be happy without the burden of proof? My observations of these white vans waiting along the sides of the road, black SUV’s cutting in front of me for no apparent reasons, various vehicles pulling from the sides of the road upon my arrival or strangers coughing and spitting in my direction to arms length proximity point to the inevitable if I so much as squeal or at least tell the truth.
But what is my life I knew that others suffered for what is worth the trouble?
There is always a nice slug waiting somewhere with my name written on it but I assume too much and that, my friend, is a very dangerous assumption. I just saw a jumping black image to the corner of my left eye around 3:33PM as I compose this sentence. Anyway.
I’ve been locked out by WU and MG online. The only outlets I have are PP, which works out well for me except that’s taken out primarily by debit and not one credit cards.
Anyway, the sun comes out around 04:06PM and shines in my eyes.
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