9" x 12"
Graphite on Drawing Paper
I drew this for my 'Vision Board' which is actually my art studio, but one wall specifically has everything that I would like to manifest in the upcoming moments.
To be honest I've never really been fond of money. In fact, for a while I hated it... I thought it was evil and I thought that anyone who had it was an asshole. I don't know what happened but I eventually realized that I was dead-wrong and my attitude about money was actually shaped by the environment I grew up in, including geographical location, sex, race, gender, my family, my schooling, my economic status, etc... I remember my parents arguing a bit about finances, money always seemed to be a problem, not a solution. My parents would play the lotto and I would always have these wild fantasies about what we would do, as a family, if we became millionaires... I imagined being able to backpack all over the world and just travel. I imagined having all the latest gadgets and technology. I would be able to go to the best schools, get the best education and become everything that I dreamed could be possible. At one point it was a goal of mine to be rich and famous, I either wanted to be a famous Hockey Player or a famous Artist. I thought that if I were famous, that obviously means I would be rich and then I could be loved by everyone.
I got my first dream job, at the age of 20, working for Nickelodeon as an Animator (I've told this story a thousand times too many). To make a long story short, I didn't vibe well with the Corporate structure, and thankfully we all got laid-off after 9/11 and I got to pursue another dream of mine to be a Tattoo Artist. To make another long story short (that I also, have told a thousand times too many) I learned that working at a 'Tattoo Shop' was just the same as a corporation only on the other side of the spectrum.
My love for animation and tattooing never wavered but it had been seriously jaded for a long time, because of money, or at least that's what I thought at the time. For most people being able to work at their dream-job would be enough, let alone twice in my short existence. I don't know why I wasn't satisfied but I didn't want my life to be about money, or about a paycheck. I lost all aspirations to become Rich and Famous, for a cornucopia of reasons, and money continued to be source of anger, frustration, hatred and ignorance, for me. It seemed like money was keeping me in a depression, as it continues to do to most of us, each day.
Then I started to learn about money... I mean REALLY learn about money. I learned that it pretty much is a figment of everyone's imagination and is actually printed out of thin-air. The Fed prints all the money... The Fed is everyone's Sugar Daddy. We all suck from the teet of The Fed's nipples. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate the Fed or think we should destroy it, I just think we should bring light to the situation and see what people think about a private banking consortium raping their children and their children's children... not to mention the entirety of Earth's Indigenous population, until this day... this hour... this moment. With every press of the printing an Indigenous farmer loses their life and their seed; a multi-national corporation moves in to rape the the Land and the People, until all natural resources run dry.
Then I started to learn about money... I mean REALLY learn about money. I learned that it pretty much is a figment of everyone's imagination and is actually printed out of thin-air. The Fed prints all the money... The Fed is everyone's Sugar Daddy. We all suck from the teet of The Fed's nipples. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate the Fed or think we should destroy it, I just think we should bring light to the situation and see what people think about a private banking consortium raping their children and their children's children... not to mention the entirety of Earth's Indigenous population, until this day... this hour... this moment. With every press of the printing an Indigenous farmer loses their life and their seed; a multi-national corporation moves in to rape the the Land and the People, until all natural resources run dry.
I started to realize or see that the Architects of Civilizations were controlling the masses with rectangles. Elongated boxes that have weird symbols and pictures of dead guys on them? I realized that where the religious-types got lost by worshipping false idols, like "Jesus" and "Muhammed", the materialist-types got lost in worshipping the false-idol, the all-mighty, green rectangle (created by the shadow magician). What was I to do? I tried to bring Jesus into my heart but that didn't work (I was raised and confirmed Catholic, I fought Tooth and Nail but had to succumb to the guilty brainwashing that is known as the Catholic Church, no offense ( don't worry... I have since deprogrammed)). I tried to become rich and famous but I couldn't or didn't suck enough cubicle-cock (excuse my american accent), and then the New World Order declared jihad in NYC. I felt like I put in a good effort and I have since moved on to a new objective... a revamped, childhood objective.
The Architects of Civilization know that money is an illusion, that it is just a symbol of energy. That it has no intrinsic value and that it is more a mechanism of control rather than a tool of commerce or economy. Printed money is actually a symbol that we do not live in a free market... because in free markets green pieces of paper have very little value... except for maybe wiping your ass, or lighting a fire? I guess it depends on your perspective. Now I know this, now You know this... no excuses.
I think we are in the last days of a Monetary System and we are witnessing the machine's breakdown. It's been long over do... the indigenous blood is sparse but it is ready, thank Gaia that I have a little of the blood running through me. But also understand that bloodlines are for the Illuminati, Consciousness is far stronger than human blood; even if there is only One Indigenous brother or sister left on this planet, the consciousness of the Earth, The Elements, The Four Winds, The Fire, The Ether, does not die when indigenous blood runs dry. The Great Spirit has spoken and a new way of life is upon us. The Ghosts are dancing, the spirits are lining up for the show, the Gods are preparing a feast, the Light Beings are here to assist our transition and the White Buffalo is standing on the horizon. The Globalization of commerce has shown us, with more clarity then ever, that the Architects of Civilization are scared, they are relentless and they will not stop until there is no trace of sacred blood, of sacred seed, of sacred water. We will succeed.
We should welcome the collapse of the Monetary System, it means we have the opportunity to forge a new vision but just in case it decides to stick around for a last gasp, why not transfer some of that energy into the hands of beings that know what to do with it. And I figure while The Fed just keeps printing money, why not attract some of it my way.
So my new life objective (I figure if I declare it, I will have to live by it) :
The Architects of Civilization know that money is an illusion, that it is just a symbol of energy. That it has no intrinsic value and that it is more a mechanism of control rather than a tool of commerce or economy. Printed money is actually a symbol that we do not live in a free market... because in free markets green pieces of paper have very little value... except for maybe wiping your ass, or lighting a fire? I guess it depends on your perspective. Now I know this, now You know this... no excuses.
I think we are in the last days of a Monetary System and we are witnessing the machine's breakdown. It's been long over do... the indigenous blood is sparse but it is ready, thank Gaia that I have a little of the blood running through me. But also understand that bloodlines are for the Illuminati, Consciousness is far stronger than human blood; even if there is only One Indigenous brother or sister left on this planet, the consciousness of the Earth, The Elements, The Four Winds, The Fire, The Ether, does not die when indigenous blood runs dry. The Great Spirit has spoken and a new way of life is upon us. The Ghosts are dancing, the spirits are lining up for the show, the Gods are preparing a feast, the Light Beings are here to assist our transition and the White Buffalo is standing on the horizon. The Globalization of commerce has shown us, with more clarity then ever, that the Architects of Civilization are scared, they are relentless and they will not stop until there is no trace of sacred blood, of sacred seed, of sacred water. We will succeed.
We should welcome the collapse of the Monetary System, it means we have the opportunity to forge a new vision but just in case it decides to stick around for a last gasp, why not transfer some of that energy into the hands of beings that know what to do with it. And I figure while The Fed just keeps printing money, why not attract some of it my way.
So my new life objective (I figure if I declare it, I will have to live by it) :
My Mystical Constitution
1. To Do what I love.
2. To be the best version of my-self.
3. To be of service to those around me, in the best ways that I can (Especially to my Special Lady, Meredith)
4. To Travel around the world in converted School Bus with my Special Lady, while learning how to live with the land.
5. To spread love, information, vision, imagination, creation, creativity, and health.
6. To live optimally, freely.
7. To listen to the wind... to observe the fire... to connect to the earth... and to flow like water.
8. To live in abundance, in health, in mind, body and spirit... and in finances (as long as the monetary system is still kicking).
I am Awake!
I am Free!
I am a Multi-Millionaire!
Help spread the good word... Let everyone know who you are!
Om Brzee Namaha! Om Brzee Namaha! Om Brzee Namaha!
Abundance! Abundance! Abundance!
Om Eim Saraswatyei Swaha!
Om Brzee Namaha!
Peace Profound
::)
Dustin
Om Brzee Namaha! Om Brzee Namaha! Om Brzee Namaha!
Abundance! Abundance! Abundance!
Om Eim Saraswatyei Swaha!
Om Brzee Namaha!
Peace Profound
::)
Dustin
