Anon's Register

There’s a key difference between laboring for sustenance and working for money with which to sustain oneself. The latter involves an additional step brought in by guile, steeped in phantasm. 

Certain human entities have artfully inserted themselves, acting as intermediaries, drawing a veil between individuals and nature (what individuals need to survive). Hence, one’s immediate obligation is towards these intercessors, relegating nature and oneself to a subordinate position.

On the surface, this design for living seems splendid. Indeed, the toil of producing necessities has decreased, while leisure time has increased. Further, we realize forged novelties (for purchase) to amuse ourselves.

However, consider the occult axiom: visible principles over invisible purposes. The prevailing rules, or codes of conduct governing society, usher in conformity to the whims of certain human architects. Do what, when, how, by order. Nay, subservient to those controlling the flow of precious money. Indeed, a top-down structure reminiscent of a pyramid.

Confronted with this reality, most simply regard it as chance. A remnant, however, maintains it is by design with specific purposes in mind. Consider the 2022 trucker’s convoy in Canada. Submit to bodily infusions of genetic material, or else the governing authority will halt your essential money flow. A precursor to Revelation 13:17.

Leastwise, nature has no need of money, nor a yen to exert control over creatures. By hunting and gathering, one serves oneself. By working for money, one serves distant others. Rejoicing masses strutting around with immense pride, however, in having performed adequately for their human masters who practice varied forms of occultism.

Sinful humans will do anything (no matter how absurd) under the rule of mankind (no matter how corrupt), while steadfastly resisting God and disrespecting nature. For instance, the leadership worldwide stands implicated in establishing and supporting J.E. and G.M. et al. Yet society remains fixed in fatalistic optimism.

A litany of “red flags” paints an ever ominous-looking environment. And so it is.