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En cours d'écriture, Publié initialement oct. 09, 2016
This seems to be a big problem and a daily occurrence with the world today. We are slowly being brainwashed to believe what they want us to believe, see things they want you to see, hear things they want you to hear. Slowly changing your perspectives, the way you view yourself, people and the environment around you. They paint false images of what perfection looks like, you know the fast cars, nice houses, Rolexes, etc. for the ladies, they've redefined perfection to be slim waist, big bosoms, fleece make up and so on, creating a problem of most of them not truly knowing and appreciating self worth. They don't even see themselves as perfect until they acquire these qualities.
The media would also falsify stories by adding a little bit of salt to it in order to boost their ratings. You know, how we all add a little bit of lie to our stories when we tell friends who don't seem to be interested, just so we can get their attention? This has been going on for decades. People dying all around the world, storied that should be constantly aired in order to ignite some sort of spark that could one day, hopefully change the world. But no, they rather give you a quick headline of it and then switch it to news on which celebrity is dating who or something else that's totally irrelevant to the problems of the world.
I know I'm probably ranting a lot for your liking and the main question that's probably ringing in your minds is "how do we solve the problem?" Like I mentioned earlier, the problem is that most of us don't know we are under mental slavery and the ones that do can't face the truth. They're so far into it that they feel comfortable and have accepted it as it is. So I guess the only way to be truly free is not necessarily to isolate yourself from it all, but to open your eyes and ears to see and listen to the things you can't see and hear. At least once you know the truth it is now up to you to decide what to believe and where to go from there.
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