Wealth

The turmoil in the markets isn't ever going to end. Rather, the markets are turning themselves inside out because the system is broken. The system consumes itself, like a snake eating it's own tail, eventually destroyed by the very system that created it.

Turns out, all these derivative vehicles were really the only thing making money in the market, liks so much air of an overly frothed cappuccino- pushing the milk over the lip of the cup. The only way to make money in today's market is to wrench it from someone else's hands. This isn't how the future runs at all, not at all.

People don't own anything. People don't trade stocks anymore than selling typewriter ribbon today. Perhaps the the most stunning thing I saw was that there was no money anywhere, in any country. It's replaced with something far greater, a promise always kept. This promise flows through many channels, even broken into fragments of a whole- many directions and many ways, but is always honored, always accountable to the original and ALWAYS upheld like a bright shining torch of truth for one promise kept is all promises kept, like the sun rising every morning.

If you do not keep your promise someone keeps it for you until you do.

There IS money, but it's defunct. It's kept staked away in the children's museums of the future, along with ATM's, credit cards, and interactive lessons on what the fuck happened so it never happens again. Every child is taught so.

Our world looks ridiculous to them, the ads, the media, our consciousness and culture an obvious sideshow of freakery compared to what I saw outside the doors of the museum...

The machine I saw was a new/old Bank of America ATM, sliced open to expose the innards, half lit because the machine can't be serviced by modern technology anymore, the bulbs and gears for it no longer made in this world that has no need for antiquities- part of an aging exhibit. Laughing children piled around it, throwing paper money around on the floor and playing. They take it home, a souvenir you'd buy in a museum on a rainy day, eventually forgetting all about it when the sun comes out.


There's no money in the future. None at all. But there's plenty of sun.

First post

Hello

On some good advice I took from a friend of mine I decided to start a blog to separate my personal writing from my professional presence online because this is a very different stream. Thanks Nicole!

Almost a decade ago, I was on a dance floor here in NYC and had a series of things happen that to this day I'm still not completely sure what they were. Some would call it madness; a vision, delusion. I call it a hope because I remember the question I posed just before it happened.

"There must be another way"...


It was indeed the answer, hope for the future and what could be. Over the next couple of months, I'm going to carefully share what I saw on that dance floor, some of the details and other stories that all branch off that night. I wake up every morning seeing the hope and every night thinking why of all people would I be the one to see. I found years later a lot of the reason was sort of predestined, or expected to happen into this life and led up to this from past experience. I've been startled to see some of things come true but made peace with the things I don't understand yet.


Imagine slicing a hole into reality and was able to hear and see into the future. There's more to it because I didn't only just "see" things, I UNDERSTOOD them, and when I didn't, SOMETHING patiently held my hand and "pushed" me the explanation the same way your Blackberry gets email pushed, though it was through snapshots. One of my favorite episodes showed me where bottles come from in the future, this will be one of the first posts.

You see, I was doing a LOT of hallucinogens and a couple of strong party drugs back in '99 yet I was clean 10 weeks and now 10 years later. I got what I asked for- I treasure what I was offered. I went through hell and back and would never wish some of the stuff I went through to my worst enemy. I'm talking about things that happened outside of my mind, and when I tried telling or explaining things and trusting the wrong people, like going to several major cosmetics companies and showing them business models and how their companies run fifty to a thousand years from now...

Yes, what I saw was on the very cusp of our lifetimes, perhaps fifty years or so ahead. I saw milestones of my own life that have already appeared right on schedule, experienced a connection much greater than myself, and also experienced abilities like mindreading, empathy, and channeling body energy that were unbelievable at the time.

If it was just all in my head I would've dismissed it entirely but OTHERS were involved and OTHERS saw and felt the same thing. I knocked a woman over at Limelight with the energy pouring out of me one of the very first times, there was no dismissing it- I helped her back to her feet myself.

Perhaps what would startle, dismay, or encourage someone is HOW DIFFERENT the future is compared to how the world runs today. The biggest and most marked difference was that there was no money anywhere but in children's museums, I looked.

Things like vandalism and petty theft don't exist. Even the CONCEPT to do something like this doesn't exist. I once read a book about a teenage Sherpa from the Andes, an American family hosted him for one year here in the USA.

He walked by the school and saw a broken window. He went back to the mother and asked her and she explained how another child committed vandalism. He didn't even understand because his whole village would get together with pride to build the school from scratch with pride...

The future is just like this...