(First off: kudos to the homey that created this rant-focused community. Legend. This space seems like it’s gonna be rather fitting for the focus of my content for a while to come.)
So… that time of year again. Ya know, when we “gotta” do that thing… or get thrown in a cage for not consensually bending the knee to tyrannical entities masquerading as public servants who give no choice in whether we’d like to fund their wars, genocides, crimes on humanity, etc, and use a bunch of word-magic and legal fuckery to turn us into “criminals” should we not play their game. Ya, that time.
(Thankfully, it seems that there’s a large majority on this platform that get it, so no need to go into much further detail on any of that.)
So I wrapped up my final biz for the yearly filing yesterday with my guy (cuz as much as I hate the whole scheme, its not something i wanna stubbornly “fuck around and find out” with, and acknowledge that having a pro handle the matters is just smart.) And the result: I feel dirty as fuck.
Or maybe that saying is kinda inappropriate… afterall, I had my share of fucks back with bargirls in Thailand that felt a whole lot cleaner than this.
But honestly, my soul feels at unrest. Dirtied. Like I sold out, signing a deal with the devil. Nasty. Toxic. Gross.
Perhaps it’s my own inflexible thinking that is at root of the “problem;” after all, nearly everyone else seems to have little problem with just going along with the “norm” of things, accepting the “death & taxes” mantra with no resistance. Perhaps I give too many fucks here, oughta just be a “grown up” and embrace all the “responsibilities” that come with it. Or maybe I am on the fucking “autistic spectrum,” and this is one of those things that just get under our skin like a parasite and drive us insane with the injustice.
I mean, perspective…
Take account of where “our governments” spend money. How many trillions on wars? How many billions coercing populations into harmful medical experiments? How much into corporate subsidies, bailing out fraudulent banking rackets, and all variety of schemes that funnel dollars into overflowing pockets of political allies?
Meanwhile, where’s this money coming from…? *Printed out of thin air. Taken out as debts from parties printing it out of thin air, to be repaid by you and I. And we face jail time if not complying.
Like, what the fuck.
Of course, probably all of us here have known this for quite some time. But what are our actual options: be a rebel and take on not-small risks, minimize our tax obligations legally through proper business structuring & strategy to work within the constraints - which is still bending the knee - or just let big brother do whatever the fuck he wants and taking it up the ass year after year…?
Granted, there may be a few other options… if you’re in the states, there’s a growing movement of people opting out legally through reclaiming their status as US nationals. Interesting, that while the US probably has the toughest tax setup of anywhere on the planet (especially considering US citizens living abroad still need to pay tax back in the US), it is also there which this matrix-exit-strategy exists. I’ve yet to encounter anyone teaching a clear way to do the same as a citizen of Canada or other countries;
Or one other came to attention a while ago, as taught in (The Sovereign’s Way course)[https://thesovereignsway.com/law-for-mankind-q-a-clinic/?link=37112] - which isn’t so much the conventional approach to all the “sovereign citizen” fuckery as much coming back to common law of the land vs. fictional fuckery and maritime law, and reorienting oneself first and foremost as a man/woman before taking on fictional legal titles and their corresponding obligations. The course is great - although may take a very strong understanding of and confidence in one’s ability to act upon what’s taught in it to the extent of removing oneself from the tax system. While it has apparently worked for some, I may not have the balls of steel required to attempt the same moves they have as while those dudes take pleasure in attending court as a learning experience and game, my risk tolerance has gone down dramatically over the last decade, and introducing even a one in a million chance of ending up in a tax court for evasion/fraud charges for having wrecklessly followed someone else’s unprofessional strategy is NOT a risk I’m personally willing to take.
Last potention option: move to a country where income taxes aren’t a thing, such as Dubai. Appealing. Though, the the financial “freedoms” available in United Arab Emirates surely come with compromises of other types of “freedom;” the cost of living is significantly higher, and I’m really not sure the ultra-materialistic vibe and insane desert heat in summers there would be the perfect fit for me yet. Thailand? Still a $20k USD / 5 year entrance fee. Bali? While many don’t pay taxes there, they’ve been getting increasingly strict on foreigners not handling legal matters correctly, and the sense of “freedom” I had there years ago may not match the reality of what it’d be going back at this point. Elsewhere? No clear callings, appeal, or magnetic draw. So Canada, it is, for now… at least until any next steps become clear. And either way, *the “New World Order” has clearly been demonstrated as a world order the past few years… the concept of an “escape plan” from tyrannical overreach sorta dissolving as realizing that there is no ideal place where all these types of “problems” magically disappear.
So, navigating within current restraints, it is.
Though seriously… I feel almost disappointed, and definitely kinda gross, with my compliance - no matter how “responsible” or wise it may be.
And back to the whole (as summarized in the world of Human Design) “no choice” thing, we are here, again…
Does it feel correct to have signed the government forms on the dotted line, in spite of all moral opposition to the larger systems that act renewed my connection into? Relying not on the mind to answer, but sacral response of my design… ”uh huh.” And I fucking hate that.
Would it have been better to follow the advice of my friend who’s gone the US national route and simply not filed? ”Uh uh.” As much as I wish I had his Scorpio energy and balls to cut it off so bluntly & simply like that, it still would’ve felt like far too great a risk that’d just open a Pandora’s box of whole other stresses, not knowing what to do with potential repercussions down the line or having the same type of lawful protections possible for Americans going the US national route.
It feels like fucking entrapment. “Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.” One set of anxieties or another.
And sure, quality first world problems.
But nonetheless, t’is better to honor one’s authentic feelings, stand in & speak one’s Truth than not.
Having listened to a ton of content from a wide spectrum of worlds, there’s a part of me that prays for the manifestation of what some have said may be coming in regards to the abolition of the IRS (and corresponding Federal Reserve banking system’s tax authorities worldwide), changes in the tax structure that’d effectively simplify things by ending this oppressive income tax structure, replacing it with an increased flat-rate sales tax on non-essentials (that’d likely end up even increasing revenue for the governments), etc. Even if I ended up paying more in tax at the end of the day, that’s a setup I’d far prefer and could see as much more just than the current coercision/extortion-based model. But then again, common sense and politics don’t mix. And while one could apply the filters of their cognitive biases and hopes to find the data points suggesting such changes actually might be a possibility, there is surely equally enough evidence to suggest we’re moving more towards an Orwellian nightmare of even further control that’d render such hopes a crackpipe dream. I’d be lovely to believe there will always be a happy ending, that the crooks in public office who’ve blatantly lied to our faces and effectively money-laundered billions into wars on us will be held accountable, “justice will prevail,” etc - though perhaps this just ain’t the planet for all that fantasy to be realized.
My mind isn’t doing so well with the increasing sense of uncertainty… all this tax shit, merely one more physical manifestation of it. The ego - no matter how many deaths layers of it may go through - is a persistent fucker that really doesn’t want to let go and surrender into the unknown.
Risks of not filing taxes cuz it feels to dirty my soul dealing with the evil empire… risks of complying and surrendering too much info that could be used against us should things go full 1984… risks of moving to different countries with their own sets of different corruption and potential traps… no wonder the major just fall in line, do as they’re told, keep their heads down, hand over 30% of the compensation for their labour to be burnt in agenda destructive to human life, and distract themselves with porn and Netflix at the end of their days to numb the sense of something being so fucked up about all of it.
Or maybe I’m still just an overidealistic kid swinging to an opposite extreme of cynicism, yet to embrace the full shadowy realities of this dimension and humble myself to accept that just as all living beings on this planet serve some place in food chains, perhaps no amount of youthful rebellion or spiritually-egoic denial changes the possibility part of our role as “humans” is to serve as food for other entities - whether governments siphoning “finances” through complex corporate instruments and/or multi-dimensional entities munching on the loosh or our egos’ fears grown through an elaborate ecosystem of cultural beliefs and societal structures in which we really aren’t all that more “special” than the animals we’ve ‘raised’ in industrial farms and send to the slaughter to fulfill our “needs” for McDonald’s “happy meals” and ritualistic celebratory “holiday” dinners to “honor” mythical figures the masses believe “are our saviours.” But lest I digress.
(Damn, it feels good to write again, no matter how “negative” much of this may come across to any still riding the toxic positivity train. Jeezus, my Chiron in 10th house ain’t no joke, with the type of content that seems to wanna come out most naturally - not what I’d prefer, but what choice is there, really, other than being fake or authentic.)
So anyways, in conclusion…
I dunno. Maybe rants don’t always need to have a conclusion, and I need to relearn to embrace a creative flow that can just rant for the fuck of it without adhering to any specific structure requiring one. And/or unlearn whatever mindfuckery has had me feeling a necessity for such structure… especially considering the extent to which it’s hampered my creative flows (with music especially). And perhaps in consideration of all the external control structures outside of capacity to “escape” that we must (begrudging) adhere to in this game of life, it’d be more helpful than ever to allow ourselves a bit more freedom in such casual creative rants as these to make up for all the seriousness.
Blah blah blah. What do I know. Maybe I’m just…
