Silver as an investment

Once upon a time, there was something called The Individual

Be prepared for the next great transfer of wealth. Buy physical silver and storable food.

jonrappoport.wordpress.com / By Jon Rappoport / July 26, 2013

Once upon a time, there was something called The Individual. Of course, it turned out to be fiction. Our ancestors were quite mad, off their rockers. They spoke of “each human being” as distinct and unique.

It’s rather easy to see how it all started. At some point in the evolutionary history of the species, the mind decided it needed a construct. A myth. A device. A hope. Called The Individual.

And then, flashing forward, we knew the fairy tale was just a spiritual appendix. So we removed it.

We replaced it with the Glob.

The Glob is beautiful. It gives. It has one voice.

It’s all of us. A perfected union.

We don’t punish. We inhale and ingest. If one breath isn’t enough, we take two and suck dissent deeper into our unitary Substance.

Then we rebuild the dissent into Glob-essence.

Once we removed the delusion called The Individual, we installed the universal program. It connected us to the data banks of irreversible wisdom. The banks show us how Separate Striving is the name of the many faces of Crime.

The Individual as a subject surfaces every now and then, in conversation, like a bad penny.

Simply realize it is extinct. We are looking at a hallucinatory trace, a ghost, a throwback.

We are Species. Sections of us go defunct; others are born.

Time passing is of no concern. We are beyond time, having achieved the ultimate goal of consciousness. We are the premise and the conclusion.

Our ancestors were misguided and a bunch of fools, but we mustn’t criticize them too heavily. They did the best they could with what they had.

Fortunately, in their time, intelligence arose in the form of something called The New Age, which urged a movement toward Ultimate Collective Oneness of the Cosmic Cheese Melt. It was aided by a fragment called “The one political party with two heads,” which taught: “we are the drone and we are love and we watch you to help you.”

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