A Place To Grow

By Jean-Nichol Dufour

This is part 11 of a 12 books suite. This one is about how to start the new reality, how to have territory, starting with my own country, Canada. My convincing won't all be pretty, but the conclusion i'll encourage is a big get together for everybody, to work on the greatest project of humanity.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jean-Nichol Dufour
• Release date: Jun 19, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476482347

Jean-Nichol Dufour

Hi, i'm super hot and interesting, but I write because the way of the egotism competition is hell to me, so i'm doing something about it, and it is surely not to serve it, make it more of a condemnation, brainwash myself to appreciate it, or invest myself for it. I'll make a new system instead, a good system, because that's one thing humanity should have believed in and fought for, a fair system because i'm not a loser, a cheater.Jean-Nichol DufourZipyzaty.hotmail.com

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A Place To Grow

Published by Jean-Nichol Dufour at Smashwords

Copyright 2011 Jean-Nichol Dufour

All rights reserved. ~Garden edition

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GUNS AND AMMO

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This is part 11 of a suite forming the book A Flower To Life. The book as a suite is for free distribution, and only me touched the text up to the signature garden edition, which should mark the end of my work, somewhere around 2023. My work must remain easily available freely, in integrity of form, without cheating me, forever, even if a transfer of platform becomes necessary, because I know this will be a unique and rare artefact, and I don’t want anybody to get rich by exploiting it after I’m dead. I will fight anybody cheating me of my work, or removing its conscience connection by stealing or exploiting my creative effort, including by handicapping my exposure, by cracking my passwords to modify my text, or by using an AI as a trojan horse, but anybody can use my writings if the source is mentioned in evidence, as it is done usually. Spiritually, my work is sacred with my life as free, this is for people to read and discover a whole new world of opinions, in a free state of mind, it is not to make a sect or religion, or to enrich some people. I put the best of my life in this as a modern monk, since I passed my time glorifying life at the extreme as a writer, while failing to live from lack of means and system incompetence.

Dissociating my name from this would be the equivalent of discarding it to me, it is an attachment to my mind that will follow me all the way to afterlife. It’s about giving a different perspective to people, than the current life and intelligence inadequate way of existence, with a stupid book, which is not supposed to happen, see if current society can tough reading outside the box content without cheating me of my rights, including fair help, or if it will go nuts with counter evolutionary fears and irrational behavior, like hiding or burning said stupid book not nice with the rich, since this one is free and written by a bum at the bottom.

I will bear my name proudly whatever holier than thou haters can’t tolerate different opinions than what’s provided by media institution in this system, you won’t stop my creativity by making me fear my opinions, or what makes me different, or by growing out of proportion, or degenerating into confusion, any little mistake I could make in this 3500 pages book of a thousand divergent opinions and unique visions written in another language than my own while using a narrative that’s prone to generalization.

For some I’ll be their hero, for other a zero, people make their reputation in big part from their opinions and judgment, it’s even an investment in pride, and while you don’t have to like me, you’ll definitively have to tolerate me, or be prepared to stand before god figuratively, for a speech about my fundamental liberties. Particularly those inconsistent people who will be the first to sing freedom of speech, while trying to demonize and censorship those who don’t fit their vision like they have a score to settle with logic and intelligence. Still, I will remain open to criticism, people are even entitled to laugh at me, whatever the curses I’ll unleash; I can probably understand, since I caught myself into foolishness quite a few times. I believe people should have a way for their words to have a reach so they can make connections, at least as an alternative to inadequate socialization, education or psychology, and that’s in part why I’m writing too.

I wrote this through a lot of opposition and discouragement in some of the worst normal mental environment available that the best country of the world managed to offer as a courtesy for birthing me, and while the insecurity of my life and work requires that I make regular uploads, no previous version can be used in a public way than the last one I uploaded, and that applies to my whole series. Finally, I dissociate myself and my work apart from any worsening of the current situation by default, I wrote this with a new reality (system) in mind, I’m not responsible for the Canada, sorry, been borderline all my life, and I can’t accept to have my philosophy and all the concepts I made or redefined, including my vision of a monetary system and political system, cultural society vision, my city vision too, invalidated by some political quest for popularity, proving this or that doesn’t work because somebody copied some concept and superficially applied it to some aspect of the current stupid insane system; it would eliminate the possibility for a new way, the why I wrote this.

Furthermore, I will add for morons, that I work from the current system, so you sure won’t get on my good side by removing my rights because I talk about a new reality, I don’t live in my reality, I design a new system for the future of life and humanity that will develop a new reality. It is not mine, I will never say my reality, and it doesn’t exist or my life would be very different. The idea is that a system is like a machine, while reality is anything turning around a life, or life as an entity, and the human driven system can either make it better or worse. So for some people they have their ideal reality, their paradise vision, since they defend it with all their might and want nothing else if it’s not based on the same ideology, while for me I’m forced to it, I won’t encourage it if I can. I’d have gone criminal in fact, maybe a killer, if it was not for my work and the vision of good and evil I developed, but it’s hell to me, as a person of life understanding that sees my whole life passing before my eyes in the most lacking ways. I’ll talk about a new reality as I envision the future of the system I’ll invent, but it doesn’t exist yet, so you’re not forced to it, and it won’t be the same for sure. I won’t become a politician to change your reality, I hate it, we reject each other mutually, since the whole planetary life adventure was doomed to fail as soon as this cheating economic system got started is my opinion.

Furthermore, I will still seek to take my human fundamental rights versus the technological level I evolve in, when possible, as I will define them in my work, even if I’m stuck in a cheating reality of systemic injustice that will refuse them to me, whatever the sick hypocrite strategy, even by cheating around its own cheating laws, all the way to spying on me if need be.

I don’t do this to spread hate or to cause troubles for the pleasure for sure, I do it because I’m unhappy while I adore life, and understanding why led me to update myself and reinvent the world, while expressing what I personally experience, like, and dislike, in a strong enough way to make a stand before I die. It’s a question of self-respect, so some general attitudes and types of people who have been a big problem in my life are going to at least feel bad if I can, probably as a natural process of explaining all the wrongs of hell, 2 jobs and more for the price of one.

Some attitudes won’t have it nice for sure, as I write about the justifications, to lead interested people into the creation of a truly good system, because that should be a good idea, not a foolish one, for a start. Provoking that would be worth my effort, as an outsider into monk business, but some rich types with connections could debark and start competing to do their little utopia for the wrong reasons for the wrong results, so I’ll provide a working vision, if we are to skip 50 years of political misunderstandings, and a whole never ending manipulation competition from media corporations too. At least I’ll want the option of a beautiful vision for myself, so I can get more worthy friends than condescending people in afterlife, while down here current leadership is heading humanity into a nice little dystopian future from hell. I will only retreat if I see a better vision than mine, not one made for the most egotic as a competition, it’s an ideological question. So they better not assume realities are new things they can play with like pyramidal gods and divas, this is my work, I represent the integrity of all of this, in actual leadership as my writings, and as a reflection of it, philosophically, mentally, and spiritually.

While it’s easy to say I’m just taking my basic right of criticizing the hell out of the world, my situation is that I hate how everything is presented to me because of all the mass cheating, manipulation, corruption, deception, bitching and useless complexities in the name of marketing existence for profits. So I’m writing in part to say why I’m living a life of frustration and poverty in my understanding, which pretty much amounts to living as a recluse in the woods, just right in the middle of a city, to understand, imagine and design a social, mental and spiritual environment where I would have been happier in my opinion. To succeed I’ll have to be a leader in good and evil matters too, which means I’m not the type to sell my soul to the devil, even if I can take the coat.

My book is about kicking aside the bullshit too, it comes with the job, back where it’s from preferably, and starting over from scratch as a quick transformation, from trying to deduct the best vision for everything, even spirituality. So it will cover a vast range of hard philosophical, spiritual, personal, psychological, political, social animal and fundamental universal interdimensional subjects, and gaining all round competence with all that will require lots of time and quite a few updates to get right, particularly with the style I have chosen. While some will argue about my style, I believe I have chosen the fastest and best route to get my arguments read by a maximum of people in an understanding way that’s actually credible. And one last thing, up to the signature garden edition, all my work is free of external influence that I know of; I made 0 cents of profits from it, and nobody is communicating with me, no logo from the meat industry, no humorist influences, it is all the invention, imagination and deductions of someone that was curious and interested in science when young, had to deal with religious resentment a little, did a bit of military, learned a bit of technology, discovered his inadequacy, got himself a spirituality, and finally a nice mentality, and a sense of humor that some may find cringy, after losing all sociability, with my limited English vocabulary. All that has arisen from forming my opinions as I experienced current reality and kept a general interest on everything, to remain your usual citizen, under the form of general leadership, even if that’s one long stretch of many planets to get right. Internet involvement is very minimal, except to read the news mainly, no TV, I still managed not to read the bible, nothing on the brain, no book on psychology or philosophy or mathematics or astrophysics, I don’t have time to read books like that, like I don’t have time to get an education in English, so I’ll keep it at just throwing words around. Not that such subjects are uninteresting, far from it, I’ll make a show so much they are, but I write these days a lot.

GUNS AND AMMO

I’m an ex-bomber pilot, doing a pilot job for a sultan, or some important looking dude with a black beard, flying him around in a kind of military plane. I sees things in black and white (grey), maybe except the red in them. He is like the dictator of a country, living in a sumptuous castle and I’m kind of a prince but I don’t seem to care about politics; I just drive the man and his friends to oriental places, and between trips I sit down to read some piece of book I always carry with me. We go there to increase commerce and have better relations with sultan type people, but I don’t seem to care. The sultan continually courts a beautiful oriental woman and he invites her to our place which she accepts.

~Troubles.

Once back, I get out of the plane to go sit outside under the sun and continue with my book when she approaches me, but I don’t seem to care about her. Then she is saying something to the effect that she has been waiting to meet me for a long time, she sits beside me and I open the book at some pages to kick sentences with my finger in the air where they turn and float away in slow motion. Then we make love (nothing explicit) and while doing it we talk about some plan where I must wait for a sign from her part to do some actions, later. The sign is a simulation of the flapping wings of a bird you get by crossing your hands and moving your fingers.

~Dreams are so full of signs.

Next thing I know, I’m attending a big ceremony in the steps of the castle. The front of which is a vast expanse of stairs leading to the entrance of it. There are two talking points along the plain of stairs, one very high and one very low. There are people to the end of sight everywhere with the sultan in the high talking point with his friends while I’m in the lower one. When I turn around, the effect is quite spectacular; it’s like the castle is standing on a mountain of people. We are watching the ceremony on a gigantic screen of the first oriental woman to be in position of power there, and ho and behold, it is my new girlfriend.

~Fuck friend, no, it was love at first fuck.

It’s a red overloaded ceremony and when she finally sits down, she slowly crosses her hands over her breast and start flapping them away. I turn around in full camouflage now, with the biggest sniper in existence, a multi meters long thing mounted on legs, with a net over it, I can’t miss with that. I get a zooming in from far away in the throng of people with me as a little point in it, everybody has suddenly stopped shouting and applauding. For a few seconds it’s silence, then everybody starts applauding and shouting for me this time, and BAM! The sultan is frozen with a twisted expression of surprise in black and white and a long spurt of blood in the air behind...

~You’d do that if people started shouting, do it, do it, do it?

No, it was not like that, and sultan people shouldn’t worry, except for their yachts, since I’m a bomber pilot, and don’t try to make my dream fit by sending an oriental politician my way for a smack story.

~Whataver that means man.

Stop talking like that.

~You still shoot people in the head in dreams?

No, not that it was a big habit, and I’m just using this dream to initiate the discussion.

~I get it, it’s a kind of diplomatic dream.

No, an into dream.

~That we’re going to shoot high-ups.

No that would be premonitory.

~You it’s more a message that things could go rock and roll for this chapter, and you got a biggest gun of all, and people will be like Ooooh! And oriental woman wouldn’t resist, and you’d finally have sex, boring sex while writing.

Some interpretation like that. Now, you may look at my puzzle multipart dreams as an independent whole but the destination of the next one is another dream from a dreamland that’s a multipart dream of a military base, or something like that, and I don’t necessarily come from the same point on the planet when I go there, if that’s not weird up enough.

~Nothing surprises me anymore with your dreams, I got resilience.

The military base seems to be a single 10 stories building, white inside out. It’s a constantly shaded place surrounded by a high fence far from the building. South in front of the fence is a street, then a track of trees, then a river all perpendicular to the fence. All around the military base is a war zone, a steep and rocky mountainous area with a blasted forest and explosion craters everywhere, with people hidden around who got quests. They’re struggling to do all kind of things and they all need help. It is not easy finding or reaching them and when I do they ask me things that hardly make sense and I do them without questioning.

~Sounds like a game infused dream.

For instance, there is a family hiding in a blast crater halfway on the side of a mountain and they want fish, not cake, fish. Now I see myself running like crazy down the mountain through explosions and zipping bullets to the river. Once there I make a rough fishing pole and start fishing. I pass a lot of time there but I only catch lizards. Then I’m studying a way to get inside the base to steal fish. I know I must absolutely not pass through the main entrance so I find a temporary unguarded way under the fence. Once inside everybody is militarily dressed except me but I act like I’m the boss of the place even though I’m all dirty. First sight is a beautiful military woman and she’s very happy to see me, everybody knows me well it seems, and they are all very deferent. I go straight to the cafeteria, I’m alone in there and the cook invites me right away to his cooking place and together we make a wonderful pizza which I go eat alone at a table before going back to him to ask for some fish. He sends me to all kind of small errands through the building and I meet many interesting women before finally getting the fish.

~You seem to like this place for sure.

Now, I got to find a way out of the base without being seen, like that make sense, so I find a tree bramble sticking out over the fence and I’m able to cross to the other side. Then I got to find back the place where the family was hidden.

~Wow, you did the whole dream detour, having fun around, for the fish quest.

In another dream, I had to help two strange looking people hidden under a fallen tree, I don’t understand a word what they’re saying, but they point at themselves and at some forest line so I deduct they want to go there. The whole dream was a never ending hellish struggle of carrying them around fire and explosions, slipping and falling in mud, falling in pits, hiding behind rocks and trees, avoiding falling trees and boulders and a lot more. Heavy action, heavy noise, I reached the place alone, but they were on my shoulders.

~That’s more involved.

In another one I start in, and must escape, the military base with a small and attractive black haired woman. I must go get her twin who is hidden alongside the river and then we’re on the satellite map on a voyage to some radiated industrial place like Chernobyl, to get the memoirs of one of their friend hidden under tons of radioactive debris. Along the way we buy an old pickup truck and with it they lead me to his memoirs which we find, but the woman, upon reading them, throws them away. Then we’re back in the pick-up and I’m complaining that I’m famished when I realize there is someone else accompanying us; a man my age.

~Wtf!

He suggests a place where the food is supposed to be very good and we go there. It is a school and I get my food outside on a picnic table. The pizza is not cooked; I complain of this to the others, and start eating the soup which is not very good either. I realize the man and some other women are kissing each other on a bench and the woman of the quest is trying to touch me. I try to ignore her while complaining about the big pieces of lard in the soup and concentrating on eating around them. She finally corners me and I’m totally frozen there, unable to touch her, she scares me, even if I absolutely desire her, the end of the story is missing. She probably escaped dreamland to have her own independent dream space in me, and I won’t resist my next encounter with her, but this data is confidential.

~Sex things happened.

She literally debarked in my place as a pharaoh and transformed everything to a morphing organic sex place, and she kind of unlocked a very horny aspect of my imagination that can’t exist in reality.

~It’s afterlife best sex stuff, be patient.

That’s it for this series of dreams, I got a bunch of old tourism dream that seems connected too.

~I’m all hears.

They don’t start normally though; I’m a point on a satellite map of the planet and I move on it while leaving a red track behind, Indiana Jones style. At this stage, I don’t feel I’m dreaming even if I am. I feel the dream is an on-off thing that starts and ends while zooming on a point of interest and returning to the satellite map. The feeling is extraordinary, it’s like exacerbated liberty and you have control of your dream time meaning that time doesn’t seem to exist as long as you’re moving on the satellite map. Still traveling around can become quite laborious, but that may be dependent from what transport I’m using. I don’t actually remember if I’m taking the bus or a plane or what, I just suppose I do since it is sometimes a popping thing so fast it goes, particularly over water, you don’t see the map very long, but traveling on land is often far slower and there are lots of things to attract your attention along the way.

~You’re doing tourism!

It’s not a crime, in don’t hate people who want to see pretty or impressive things for sure, but I think of my pollution, and you ain’t visited my imagination.

~I do, that’s why I’m addicted to you, and god and gaia should too, I’m sure you’re the future of human life in the galaxy.

Minimum, no humility here. For instance, I had to go through a land that looked like a gross smaller Canada on a smaller America which seemed to be lower toward the equator, like the axle of the planet is different. I think Quebec is not there anymore, or it is pushed against Canada, or half Canada is missing, while the U.S. seems way smaller too. I traveled from east to west where I had a dream waiting for me there, of a military base. The trip was quite slow because I had flashes of interesting things to visit all along the way; mountain, a cavern, a fair, a group playing music, a university etc. Suddenly, ho and behold, I zoomed in a city to go cross some big bridges on foot, like it’s a sight to behold and I should cross it, then I zoomed out back on the satellite map continuing on my way. The joke is that I never said "oh! It would be great to stop at that bridge and take a closer look, doing some tourism, no, I never had a word to say about it. Yet, I absolutely knew the decision came from me.

~You like bridges, it’s psychological.

In one of them I went to a small cemetery without tombs, just a small and cute white house planted on a lawn alongside the road with trees behind and surrounded by tons of flowers. I placed some flowers and an old man came running at me holding a cup with a drawing of a blond woman made out of red lines on it. He tells me I got to go meet an archbishop or something like that who lives in a faraway place. I must ask him who the woman on the cup is. Then I travel to a huge cathedral by getting back to the satellite map. Once the place is reached, I run everywhere in there only to be met by hostile women not telling me the where or when or how to meet the man. Then he suddenly enters the cathedral with followers running after him. He is an old action man in brown pants and a white shirt, he walks fast and I walk with him going up some wooden stairs, then down others, then again and again while he’s losing followers. While we do that, he tells me with the wink of an eye aren’t these stairs dangerous! which they truly are by their not big enough form and overboard design. He finally asks me what I want when we are alone, only accompanied by a silent follower that he seems to know very well. I show him the cup and ask who she is. He thinks hard and with the help of his friend find out that she was a killer on the news a long time ago; her boyfriend killed a man and she killed a man too. Then his friend suddenly states that they were both murderers. While I’m closely looking at the drawing I start to notice someone drew a black pointed beard and horns over the drawing that was not there before, almost unnoticeable, but the who is lost to reality...

~And now you want nothing to do with blonde girls.

You think I’ll base my opinion on a dream of some archbishop that doesn’t like blondes? You’re mistaken, in fact, now that I failed at love and sex in hell, and everybody acts like they’re spies, then I don’t need hairs on women, they get their hairs shaved and dump the mascara before the job interview.

~And the blonde stereotype will die, since it was all in the hairs.

I made a dream of a Chinese or Japanese place, I don’t know which, they showed me all kind of marvelous things. Then I went home, which was a few gigantic mountains away, by zooming out on the map and almost immediately zooming back in. It was a peaceful place on a mountain, and I could see about 5 people at different intervals climbing a sinuous trail to the end of sight, coming to visit me with gifts. I received one; he gave me a strange apparatus like a bike wheel with a star inside and I invited him to my garden which was fantastically well grown with all kind of oversized vegetables and things. He asks me for a horse which I’m growing in the garden in a small version (a few inches living pet horse thing), but he suddenly seemed more interested in a big cake, in its plastic wrapping and all, growing among giant lettuce so I give it to him, and that’s it.

~Darn dreams all end unexpectedly.

Continuing with the red line, which is not much to attach a bunch of dreams that don’t seems connected, in another one I zigzagged everywhere on a land like Africa doing a lot of sightseeing before stopping at a port to catch a ferry to an island in the middle of the ocean. There, I made a dream of helping people in difficulties set up a base of operation, grow their food, grow a town, and start the excavating of a vast underground structure full of tech. That’s another thing about those dreams: I’m doing a lot of helping around; most people want me to do something, and the military base dream I already described seems related, but it’s probably coincidental interpretation, you know, making things fit for some esoterica, shamanism, with a connection, because I connect things.

THE GERM

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A PLACE TO GROW

I suppose you’re thinking that since I’m so good, I should have become a prime minister or something like that to do my things; go do some democracy. But the connoisseurs of my style will be the first to say it’s not the way to go for me. I won’t make a good (fair) system this way, I don’t have enough time, like 2000 years. Third I’d knock myself out becoming a politician. Fourth I wouldn’t be this savior you’d like so much distributing rewards or trophies for what people did so popularity would be a problem. Fifth, I wouldn’t fit your brainwash, you’d quickly want back a federal. And finally, the Democracy-Capitalism business accepts only one kind of leader and ideology to preserve itself, it is a condemnation like a religion, and I’m not the type of pope.

~Unless you rewind your life 20 years to become a different person.

I have long hairs btw, I don’t fit with a gang of politicians with my Jesus style looks.

~Ok, that’s a super critical problem.

They are the strongest believers in the Democracy-Capitalism business, or the ego-gods ideology if you prefer, the most indoctrinated to the glory of the system if I wanted to push a little more, for some, others feel like blatant bandits. No lone person can debark and beat the PMIBBD competition machine for presidency of the system; all in all, you got to be part of the gang, have relations with rich people, or be rich yourself.

~It’s a matter of popularity, so superstars got a chance too.

But yes I could have done the hypocrite of my true goals and end-up in country competition. Worthless, even if democracy is not an argument. And don’t think I could not have done it, even if a lot of people don’t like me, but I prefer a different system.

~Your place is not to encourage or defend this system one way or the other.

I’ve chosen a more personal path, one where I actually can do something with the stuff in my brains, writing, even if that align itself to be worthless too, except for me evidently, that gained greatly, all along my despise for this reality.

~Sorry for saying it crudely, but you’re not out of your misery...

At least good principles form my life now, instead of letting an innocence youth survival ego drive exacerbated by the system to put me face to face with another me; both give totally different results, and I would never have doubted how much. Today I’m happy about my choice and people simply can’t begin to understand how much, even if I still can’t find a place or exit for me, and you won’t get me with a slap in the back, like it was all a joke, and what prize? I will remember what I went through, I will remember how I felt for life, even if I ascend I will remember that there’s another me down there trying to understand what’s the worth, feeling the darkness in reality. I made it a fight with a talisman, perfection as the line of judgment, infinity as the limit, seeing all the ugly as well as the beautiful, only to come back face to face with it, now that everything has become pathetic.

~You’re really poetic at times.

That being said, I still work well, I don’t like difficulties, as always, but I’m a big man that’s supposed to take some in theory. I got everything to act perfectly, but let’s say hell serves me way more than I already deal with, particularly with my tendency that if there’s trouble I’ll tend to tip on them unconsciously. I just need to stay tranquil at home to reap them, and as a leader I get the garbage in the windshield, so I work harder clearing the crap for others, who don’t understand, who already have advantages in the competition, and enjoy using those to reduce me in their selfish competitive mentality.

~High conscience in action. At least you don’t need to die to learn, and simplicity is a goal, so it’s a good attitude to remove or control unnecessary difficulties, or remove the negative.

I do it quickly if there are too many, and I tell other people of my recipe so they can take a shortcut, as long as they understand, and repeat and practice a little as people who like to always advance mentally, even when they’re old.

~Your big difficulty; no practice...

And the next run the energy will be spent to refresh, update, develop expertise and possibilities, and correct stuff, and being more careful of collateral. And everybody is supposed to do it unconsciously if they’re fine, but conscience gives more chances that the good, or the best solution is applied. I prefer to have that human, philosophical, and life value instead of acting like a salivating dog lunched at any cake, and where truly good people end-up doing their best with the result, motivating themselves to like it and ending up saying It’s not that bad.

~Truly good.

Before continuing, I’ll say that as I grew older I came to understand how unrealistic my project is for this condemned humanity, so hope has become very thin. It’s easy to see at which point when you look at what megalomanic rich people in a competition do with the money, all those vast city development or marvels, like what they’re building in south Arabia.

~Based on religious indoctrination and all the evil ways of this reality, these things are for rich people.

Maybe, but my point is that the whole world is developed into the detail of this ideology, everything is invested and you won’t stop the momentum within 20 years.

~You’ll still give it a fight.

Yes, because it’s my innocence drive, and I’m proud to have taken that quest, even in the face of the practical futility of it as I grew to form my opinion better. And I did this in the name of life, and myself evidently, as a contract that I’ll carry on to its conclusion for sure, just for the sake of my soul, and the accomplishment too, let’s say. What I know is that the earth was a paradise, full of extraordinary places, and we added to that with marvelous pieces of artistry, it’s evident the symbiosis of human architecture with nature, and we got the whole planet of expertise and means all at the service of rich entrepreneurs with a need to associate their name to some marvel. We are at the top economically, these things are going to be costly in the future so everything kind of render the potential for another reality very small, and what will we do all surrounded by these big cities and marvels anywhere we want to be? Yet, if a transmorphiguration is possible to the new reality, then I’ll be happy to have carried on, and I hope I’ll still be around to smile. This chapter is not only some ideas on how to get at it, but it’s there to show I’m ready to give it a real fight too, if it becomes realistic enough.

~You can still do it on another planet, optionally, for greater potential...

What I know is that I can’t ask anybody else but me about what’s realistic, because powerful people still don’t seem to understand resources are limited, or that infinite growth is unrealistic, or that mass cheating or systemized unfairness is top evil, their indoctrination gives them very limited brains options.

~All emphasized on becoming self-important.

But evil like beautiful things to hide under and behind, so it’s all beautiful around evil in hell, unless he’s real incompetent and loose the use of beauty.

~Beautiful cities full of evil, made from evil, but there are beautiful cities on other planets with a good system.

For now our project needs lots of help, we don’t want a limited country thing that will become a zoo of limitations, we don’t want the world turning in fear against a potential success, we want safety before we start, we want leadership that understands and help instead of looking at it like a cold war cancer. The main people who have the means are the rich and powerful.

~So we’ll need to coerce the money out of their hands.

Alternatively, we coerce media corporations with sex tapes, into giving us mega tons of good pub, so we get investors scrambling like it’s crazy Friday.

~Black Friday.

The ideal would be that the reality gets started and growing while the world do everything necessary to hold things together, like it’s always been doing, but maybe a little better. If we want a good start at toughing the next 100 years without losing our potential, we’ll have to reduce birthrate, concentrate on food, stop building like crazy, switch job emphasis on reducing, recycling, and cleaning pollution, less pharmaceuticals, chemicals, we’ll have to plant trees, remove asphalt and old buildings while population lower and people living in luxury accept a lower standard of living, all kind of things can be done.

~Reduce birthrate, are you insane?

~While understanding that True love doesn’t need 3 babies by families. Now, surely someone already got a magic recipe book for that part about gaining class with the planet, but I’d be careful of those; too easy for hype profits, fear sells and most rich people are too moronic to understand evil unfairness because they groomed and reproduced their brains the other way around, so it probably gives them grave headaches.

~A metaphor...

What I know is that those who got the means probably got better things to do with those means than making a system for a different mentality than their own, egotism competition oblige.

~There can still be sage like rich people.

They can happen, we deducted. I think if people come to their senses, birthrate reduction and natural death will have a big effect, and old stuff can rust, but I’m writing this for positive and peaceful people since the pessimist side is that you need a planet-full of people to make pyramids to sustain all those rich and popular people, so if we destabilize the pyramidal system, we condemned ourselves to some cataclysmic crash of their business, and that’s not all, for every millionaire in hell there is a thousand morons, one come with the other, it’s like a Moore’s law.

~More like in exponentially forever more morons, and associated self-condemning laws, and too big too fail improvisations.

This means control of birthrate and natural death is the best way since the rich die somewhat proportional to population, in theory, not in truth. Now, things are so unfair that a big slab of earth population is too poor to take a shower regularly, and they can’t understand much beyond god is great, since most government got other priorities than educating them well, and I said well.

~It educates for the system anyway, and religions are great for governments.

So we better forget about controlling birthrate, we failed to become such a civilization, or civilized enough... If that was ever of any concern, for an economy based on competitive exponential growth. We must not forget from what we start from too, the pressure selection, it will take thousands of years to modify its momentum, and since everything is pushed back, it may be possible that a lot of people, more than we think, are on the verge of depression from historic pressure of being cheated while believing conflicting stuff, and that may all break down in one vast senseless sickness of colorful craziness. And me with all my thinking and project it’s like I’m living in the worst moment of humanity, but I’m experiencing ego reality at its best, a good opportunity to develop a true fighter against evil, I should learn to better enjoy, it’s important in my future endeavors...

~You see the positivism in things so much, enjoy the painful learning experience.

Luckily evil worked a lot on the physical aspect beforehand in hell, and now it seems the torture is mental and lasting a whole life these days...

~And you’re not only going through it like a champion, but you’re putting this whole hell check and mate by writing your path through it, even if cheaters bad losers will remain in denial until the end, so keep on with the learning attitude.

In my independent way, as my personal experience, I still think it’s sad that there is so much to learn and I’m stuck learning the intrinsic of hell though...

~The intrinsics of evil, and you’re ok, it’s a priority to live adequately, it’s just that hell is a never ending show of it, and now it’s a big aspect of your creativity sir.

I know, I really took something big for a career... I can’t do this alone though, in fact, I thought my part of the job was succeeding at writing my vision, but it seems I made myself to experience its creation too, so experiencing the creation of a nice cozy peaceful place of love for life and intelligence can only be really be one of the most interesting job, supposing I can do better than kicking rebounding asses. That is, considering all the complexities, all the learnings, while knowing there is not enough time, and there are so many ordinary things I’d like to do too, and games to play...

~You’ll still leave your ideas if they can help humanity, even if you can’t trust anybody, and know that you liking this aspect of human creativity is very important.

I feel like it is, and wasn’t it my original idea to make a gigantic game to make people learn all my philosophy and mentality and expose my vision?

~You deducted rightfully that it was inappropriate in your situation, and your work is a proof of that, you had to experience other things, and put your ideas in a flowing way, but as you finalize it the option becomes more realist, even if there is no time for this as it is.

The way things are going I’ll see or deduct all the beautiful potential of earth life, I’ll be impressed by all kind of things, before things take the hole. It’s really frustrating to work while it looks like it’s the worst moment for my ideas to take reality form.

~Maybe things will tend to fit more in the future, who knows, but you don’t know about that and can’t, or it would be cheating.

Sure that the UI can cheat cheaters, deceive deceivers, you reap what you sow... For now it it’s a bit discouraging wanting a new system while humanity is on its high trip, and barely acting in reality like they care about the big troubles ahead, but that’s understandable for this selection I suppose, since they abandoned the fight against true evil long ago, and everybody like to deresponsibilise himself.

~Even you, but you could take a Hitler role and kick this world’s ass inside out.

That’s an actual problem and they know it, nobody will ever want to take the role of villain to do something efficient to save the situation, so I may have to do this, this chapter is a bit of an exploration of that too, doing it peacefully, with violent options and developments, maybe not actual war with every bomb exploding though.

~And we’ll need enemies.

Well just kick in the most fitting to be it.

~Pretty logic...

The strength of will and energy of people have all been invested for the vision of the most egotic, and now they’re supposed to live in the result of their investment, it works individually as much as in a society.

~And they fought all wrong and stupidly to develop evil ultimately it seems.

People died by the billions to make this hell, but let’s not think about the price of the insanity. The vision we’ll want to have is hell optimizing itself, after whatever shift of instability, to settle to maybe half current strength under a process where the biggest cities get the depopulation hit, and terrain is developed as puzzle pieces added to the new reality growing territory and connected with a private satellite network. Everything that’s super expensive research will be limited to carry on its momentum, since knowledge must carry on, to emphasis most of the energy to make a success of