Are You Ready to Stop Fooling Around in Your Life Game?
It's time to wake up from the delusion you've been under.
Fools! All of You!” – Winifred Sanderson, Hocus Pocus (1993 movie)
Not Giving a Damn Feels Good
Since I was laid off in July 2024, my life has been turned upside down and all around.
And if I’m honest, I don’t give a damn about anything anymore.
Why should I?
I lost my six-figure income and home in the beautiful state of Arizona and instead of living in my vehicle, I moved back to a U.S. state that does not work for me and in with my mother, sister, and niece (been living with my mom since 2011).
Could I, should I be grateful?
Yes, and I am. To a certain degree.
But it’s painful and my living nightmare, a living hell, come true. That’s right! Mine isn’t hot and fiery; it’s cold, gray, rainy, and miserable.
Next, I’ve been thinking more and more about my spiritual journey from the New Age/New Cage to the conscious and truther communities, which includes being up the ass of astrology and psychic readings (some were better than others) and trying Reiki, tarot, and a few other modalities.
What have they gotten me?
The answer: nothing.
And to be on the safe side, I keep breaking unseen contracts that may have resulted from any of those above.
Furthermore, I’ve thought about all the time I spent watching videos and the money I paid for courses.
And like most self-help books, they’ve left me feeling empty and drained my energy and bank account.
I’m reminded of what my Earth father used to say to me when I’d leave to see a concert, “You’re only making them (the band or singer) richer.” It would piss me off, but he was right.
Fast forward to today, and I’m still searching for something, anything that answers my questions:
Why am I here?1
What is the point of the Earth Game?2
How much living time do I have left?
How much time is left before the Earth Game might implode? (It could happen.)
What is the possibility that this is indeed my last incarnation in the bat-shit-crazy 3D World?
How stupid was I to slip into 3D Land? What made me do it?
And on and on.
The bottom line is that I have many questions and have received little to no answers.
What Does it Mean to Take Your Power Back?
To take your power back means you filter everything around you through a ruthless lens. You extract yourself from 3D Land bullshit and programming, which includes:
No longer watching (or at least decreasing) TV shows and movies.
Not attending funerals (these are for the living), anniversary and birthday parties, any religious ceremonies (baptisms, communions, confirmations, weddings).
No more celebrating 3D (made up) holidays.
Giving the middle finger to consumerism.
Not getting involved in family drama.
Refusing to take family pictures and even tossing out the ones you have.
Stop believing the 1960s hippy-dippy “peace and love” story.
Quit giving your power away to so-called movements, from women’s lib to Black Lives Matter; diversity, equity, and inclusion, etc.
Living to eat instead of eating to live or not eating at all.
And the list goes on and on.
This may seem harsh, but if you want to live life on your terms and not what you have been programmed with since you were born, you’ll do what you must. Here’s my example.
Kicking and Screaming on the Road to Autonomy
As I mentioned in the beginning, I was laid off from my 3D Land job in July 2024 and boomeranged back to my home “birth” state from hot and sunny Arizona.
And because of my loss of income, and the stupid personal finance mistakes (I should have saved and invested more) I made in 3D Land, I’m no longer living by myself. For an independent, awakened being (must wake up more) like me, it’s pure hell.
But my gloves or better yet, handcuffs, are now off, and I don’t give a damn anymore.
Note: If you can’t take the heat, do not move to or visit the Valley of the Sun (Arizona) because the temperatures can be scorching. If I had 1,000 USD for every time I heard someone bitch and complain that it was 115 degrees outside during the summer months, I would not have had to move.
Anyway…
Was, am I, pissed about having to move? You better believe I am!
Do you know what it's like to live with a family who are up the ass of 3D Land?
It's painful.
But, I've finally gotten them to understand that I do not celebrate my birthday or 3D Land holidays. So that’s something, I guess.
I'm also to the point where I don't want to eat, either. That’s a wink and a nod to the food programming.3 But I digress.
If I move back to Arizona or to Colorado or even somewhere else, I may be living in my vehicle since I haven't replaced my "day job" income. I've been using my savings and some liquid investments, which are getting low.
My Earth mom doesn’t understand why I haven’t found another 9-5 job.
The feedback I’ve received from recruiters (via hiring managers) is that I’m too smart and have too much entrepreneurial and management experience.
And then there’s the fact that I’ve been working in “the game” since I was seven years old (my family sold things at flea markets), and I’m kind of over it.
But my theory is this: it may be an intentional block by me.
Here’s the main thing.
I’m tired of paying and being up the ass of “the system.”
I don’t want to pay taxes to a state or country that does not or has not treated me the best. And if I’m sovereign, why must I pay anything?
It’s like what Andrew Henderson (who renounced his U.S. citizenship in 2015 and is from my home state—he might be a paid agent), owner of Nomad Capitalist, says, “Go where you’re treated the best.”
Plus, having a day job means:
Being stuck (9 times out of 10) in pointless, useless meetings (Slack works just fine).
Listening to others drone on about what they’re doing for this or that 3D Land holiday, about their kids, etc. It’s their business, not mine.
Putting up with Corporate American leadership who likes to promote people who aren’t that bright because they’re afraid that the ambitious “smarties” will point out what’s wrong, want it to be fixed, and take their jobs.
My point is that I don’t think working a 3D Land soul-sucking job works for me anymore, which is why I must do my own thing. But the question I’ve been asking myself repeatedly is: what does that look like?
You see, after taking multiple career and personality quizzes and getting to know myself better, it comes down to this: I’m a visionary, warrior, and rebel (and a few other things).
Here’s what I mean:
I may have a vision for a health and wellness app (3D, I know) and could outsource the design (I’d sketch it first) and development to someone else.
You understand that. Right?
The visionary, me, isn’t developing the app, someone else is. Sure, I would be involved, but not in the day-to-day work. And you better believe someone else would handle the execution of marketing because I’ve done that for 17 years. There. I’ve finally written that.
But then again, if the current 3D Land construct burns down (hey there, The Book of Revelation and end times), I won’t need to worry about having a “day job” and neither will you. And hey. Maybe we’ll make it into the new construct. There’s a 50/50 chance of that happening.
Slicing and Dicing Your Material Possessions
In November 2023, I moved to the East Valley of Arizona with a 16-foot pod (there’s a word for you), and I moved back to my home state with an 8-foot container.
I donated or threw out books, CDs, indoor and outdoor decor, a mountain bike, art supplies, kitchen essentials, family pictures (I tossed most of these because I never felt connected to the people anyway), bedding, clothing, and more. It’s a good thing that I lean towards minimalism.
Was it painful to get rid of my queen-size bed with its box spring and sofa? Yes, it was, especially my sofa. It fit me perfectly, and I’d sleep on it more so than in my bed. But now I sleep on a queen-size air mattress.
But as my Earth dad used to say, "If you need to cut bait and get out, you better do it in the quickest amount of time possible." Well, now I can because I hardly have any material possessions.
Dad: A Quick Note about MJ (Military Jerry, U.S. Army)
I'm convinced that my dad was removed from 3D Land by being electrocuted with 485 volts of electricity (woke up the asbestos in his lungs) while working his job at one of the big three U.S. automotive companies.
Why?
Because my dad was too ornery and didn’t scare easily or take shit from anyone; he left the fabricated 3D world on the U.S. Memorial Day holiday, May 30, 2004.
You want to talk about fiery; my dad wasn't nicknamed Red for anything.
If he were alive today, he would love every minute of what’s happening in 3D Land and would be locked and loaded and ready to go.
When my dad kicked it out of the Matrix in May 2004, my uncle and a mutual friend inventoried his firearms and found a couple of small grenades along with other things that go BOOM. Someone with experience dealing with and disposing of high-powered weaponry detonated them. Only two grenades worked, so it wasn't that eventful.
MJ would be in his glory today and would probably quote the line from the 1992 movie A Few Good Men, which is, “You can't handle the truth!"
Meaning: if you only knew what was really happening in the simulated game world, you’d probably curl up into a ball on the floor and start crying and rocking back and forth.
MJ always said that if any American (group identification) thought they voted for a president who runs the U.S., then he couldn’t help them. I agree with that statement.
What did my dad really do in the U.S. Army?
Only he (and his superiors) knows, but my dad is no longer around, physically speaking, to tell me. And who knows? Maybe he was a magical, mythical, or supernatural being who carried LifeGame codes. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was or did.
Stop Watching TV Shows and Movies
As I mentioned earlier, you may want to stop watching 3D Land TV shows and movies, at least for entertainment purposes. After all Star Wars is a space opera or documentary, right?
Anyway, I've been saying for a long time that I'm tired of watching shows and movies on streaming platforms.
Let's face it.
It's the same script anyway, only different characters, titles, etc.
And if you watch certain shows, hey there Grey's Anatomy, no new story lines have really been written and produced throughout the seasons.
Furthermore, I have a low tolerance for whiny women characters, especially those with kids and a husband or partner. There. I finally wrote it.
Seriously. Suck it up.
I don't recall any law that states you must have kids.
Honestly.
What do you want in 3D Land?
The kids or a career.
Because Buttercup, you may not be able to handle both. Unless, you have help, which will cost you money or even a relationship with your parents or in-laws or both because they watch your kids and you don’t like that they’re “parenting” them.
Peace and Love and Rejection
Ugh.
The 1960s and the Summer of Love movement.
What a crock of shit.
I'm glad I wasn't around for it. Or maybe I was in one form or another.
As for rejection.
One of my favorite sayings is, "Rejection is protection." I’ve dodged many a figurative bullet by having this attitude.
Final Thoughts
It’s your choice if you want to fully participate with the other Sheeple in 3D Land.
But you know what happens to sheep, right?
They usually get slaughtered.
Think back to 2020 and the Covid con.
It was a playbook from the 1970s, 1900s, and even before then.
And guess what? It still worked.
Think about this.
Note: I’m writing this article in the basement of my mom’s home and a gnat (small fly) came out of nowhere and landed on my laptop. Like that will stop me from writing.
How many of you took the jab and sold your soul for a $25 Amazon or $10 Dunkin Donuts gift card?
I won’t keep you in suspense.
Many of you did.
Or how many of you willingly disclosed to your employer or staffing agency (if you worked as a contractor) that you did or did not take the Covid shot?
Again, I won’t keep you in suspense.
Many of you did.
But not me.
I entered into a game of chess and won thanks to me and my attorney’s efforts.
Why?
Because as MJ (Military Jerry, U.S. Army) used to say, “Everything is on a need-to-know basis and if you need to know, I’ll tell you.”
Furthermore, if you think you are going to tell me what to do and not compensate me for it, you have another thing coming.
And.
By the way.
I am not cheap.
Not that I would sell my soul for anything.
It’s mine, and you cannot have it.
Endnotes
1: I was told by someone in the conscious community that I’m here to be undeniable and unrepeatable and burn until the game comes down. I don’t generate value, I generate disruption. I’m a carrier of untranslatable truth.
2: Also referred to as the simulation, the Matrix, prison reality, and other labels.
3: Since I’m living in my mom’s basement, I don’t have kitchen cabinets. I keep dried goods, spices, and some canned goods in two small cardboard boxes. I’m a vegetarian, borderline vegan (I also fast for 24 hours or more) and don’t always feel like grocery shopping, so I don’t have much in the refrigerator.