I can see through your eyes

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I can see through your eyes.

Posted by ORI on Friday, October 6, 2017


I recall a time as a child playing with friends in the school yard as kids. We had a ball and were set to play foursquare. Out of the side of my view I could see a teacher marching in who'd regularly made it known she had favorites for whatever reason.

Marching up to the foursquare party we were about to kick-off she shouted, "Boys I'm going to need that ball. It's not for you its for everyone." Grabbing the ball from my friend, she made no comment as to what we would be playing and why she'd just now decided we were not playing fair and sharing.

As she marched to the other side of the blacktop we could see her hand the ball to a little girl who ran off to her friends. That summer after the school year ended I saw the teacher driving through town with that little girl. It turned out she was her aunt.

To this day that slow lesson burned into me, into every pore of my being. I grew a hatred for every school yard bully throwing myself with reckless abandon into fights with any bullies I could find. There was Barry, he was the first obvious bully. He'd kick dirt in faces, take lunches, pick on little kids half his size, and then he came after me.

That day I was laying on the tire swing with two friends. We'd been keeping it mellow and then Barry walked up. Laughing, he grabbed the chain and started spinning us in a death spin circle. Holding on for our dear lives, my friend yelped, "BARRY, STOP!!! I CAN'T HOLD ON..." Barry kept going, kept laughing. I leaned in, put my head down and closed my eyes. One of my friends fell off and the others began to cry. Grabbing the chain and jerking, Barry, still laughing, Barry brought us to a sudden stop.

My world was a spinning mess and my stomach began to gurgle its dissent. Maybe it was the swing, maybe it was the deep discontent and latent anger from the teach who'd taken our ball the year before, I don't really know. With every ounce of effort and even more bitter resentment of bullies, I aimed my mouth at Barry the bully, leaning within inches of him I blurted out "Barry!!!", turning to me just as did, I barfed on Barry with one epic and fully gross shot.

Over the years there were more. In Sixth grade it was Ricco, who decided to bully me and my friends by grabbing my buddy Derek's lacrosse stick while demanding I give up the other to his friend. Instead, I took that Lacrosse stick to Ricco's knees. In the principals office I apologized for beating up Ricco, who also to happen to of been the 8th grade bully and somehow oddly a friend of my sisters. It was not a good night for me when I got home.

I can keep going, but the moral is the same, I cannot stand bullies, and i'll even call myself out if I sense that I am being or becoming one. So whats the point of this..?

It seems to me that in America we have a problem like the one I experienced playing foursquare, except this time its not teachers who've given favors to favorites, its our government. Be it the 1% Billionaires who corrupt legislation to their favor, or the big banks who've seemingly usurped the nation from the citizenry, we've got a problem with legislative, economic and social bullies.

That money is power and nothing more than a tool is beyond me. People who run amok with weaponry give rise to a call by citizens to disarm a nation. Why is it so that banks who run amok with currency, debt and credit do not give rise to citizens calling for the financial disarming of global institutions?

Bullies on Wall Street haven't even got half the respect of Barry. At least Barry was willing to look me dead in the eye. At least Barry was willing to do his own dirty work. At least Barry was barfable. I'm not sure where this is all going except perhaps the nagging question I have, when will America get tired of its bullies?

Just because they wear suits does not make them any better than anyone else. Just because they wield economic weapons does not make those weapons any less dangerous then guns wielded by a madman. Yet, we debate them not.

If only the bullies were like Barry, and a world sick of the economic death spin were in got sick enough and centered enough to see their enemy, perhaps then we'd shower them in the very vomit they created.


Leaving The Scheme

It's ok. Wake up. A bad dream. It's ok. Don't remember anything. It's ok. Start over, go again. It's ok. Found in the end. Dare. Sweet soul. Dare. Let go. Dare. Live as wanted. Dare. Feed dreams. Hungered and fostered Leaving the scheme.

Obvious Child, wild light.
Living dream, no fear no fright.
Rollercoaster, rollercoaster.
Up to fall.
Down to forget.
No regret.
Forgive fear, forgive folly.
It’s all at will to follow.
Rollercoaster, rollercoaster.
Pause to forget.
How many times down, however far to go.
Rollercoaster, rollercoaster.
Up to see how far is below.
Rollercoaster. Rollercoaster.



Subverting Us

It's easy to think that anyone shouting about banks and globalization is a little crazy, however there's a deep problem with thinking this, we'd be wrong. The reality of how the people of the planet have been undermined by a small few who seek nothing more than control is absolutely astounding.

Sure, you can have the attitude that you can do nothing, or perhaps you may not even care. You're entitled to live as you wish, but perhaps the way you wish to live is soon to come under threat of those that aren't happy with your happiness but their own. So, I dare you to take the time to become aware of the realities surrounding how banks operate within our governments.

We promise not to throw tinfoil hat conspiracy your way. The ways with which banks have taken control is scary and worth taking even just a few minutes to learn about and understand. With this in mind, Subverting.Us promises to only provide information to shed light upon topics that impact our lives in hidden manners. We promise to go through the garbage to find the gold. We dare you to give a shit, even just a little.

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Evolutions Over Revolutions.


Not all revolutions are good. In fact, most often when you read through history you find murderous regimes rising from the ashes of wars waged by insurrections inspired by the thought that someones ideology was right.

However, there seem to be no signs in history of chaos, disorder and revolt in systems that have evolved. As it is the nature of things to optimize themselves over time or face the dissolution of extinction. That some amoeba grew to have legs and opposable thumbs was the necessary order to come of our species as it evolved through environments.

Obstacles in the way of reproduction, or natural prosperity became cornerstones of the necessity of evolutions. And it was and is only by great cataclysmic misfortune and fortune that some survive and others do not.

In the meandering moments of peace between the chaos, species adapted and evolved to the challenges of their environments. Those that evolved survived.

So what is it to look at any system and not think it necessary and within order and reason that a system might adapt and evolve outside of what is natural.

In inorganic systems we too find evolutions, iterations and adaptations of systems to address the changing technologies, threats, situations and more. Computers having security updates to ensure the safety of the system against corruption and malicious intents that seem to ever evolve new ways of manipulating the world to favor.

In all instances we find that systems evolved are systems that last and are assured to find success. In systems that revolt we find demise, bloodshed and devolutions.

Or, that which organically grows prospers over that which abruptly ends.

Democracy is a system. A system evolved of the chaos of man to bring order and voice to all, addressing the needs of humanities evolution...

A system that has had it's periods and points of evolution but has since come to find a great evolution necessary in order for that system to survive its environment. Organic in growth, it is time we use the tools of technology to address our system of governance.

In order to create a more perfect society, that we all to evolve our system of governance, or what we may call the subsystem. It is time we use the tools of technology to liberate the masses from isolation and ignorance. From consumers to contributors. From the silent to the heard.

It is time we address the needs of the people and planet by aligning our world to a more perfect union where the peoples voices are heard without the filter of another. Without representatives who soil themselves with money for laws and conditions forced upon an unknowing nation. A time indeed for our system to evolve in order that all may survive and thrive.

We have the power to learn and grow. We have the intelligence to understand and know. We can solve problems without peril, removing our masks and fears. Allowing ourselves to control our destiny and nation by taking direct control and action in the laws and legislation we pass.

Evolutions. Not Revolutions.

Systems that evolve, survive and thrive the tests of time. Systems that revolt are destroyed and decayed.