What If You Were Under A Spell And Didn't Even Know It?
Everyone has witnessed the amazing power of hypnotism. One minute you're a rational human being, the next you're up on a stage, arms flapping and clucking like a chicken. What if you were being made a fool of right now? I mean, right this very minute? What would you say if I told you I could prove it, just by listening to what I have to say for the next few minutes?
First let me say that I am writing this very quickly and getting it all over the internet before Big Brother realizes I've awakened from the deep sleep and am trying to alert the rest of you. I hope you still have an ounce of sense left and can pull yourself from their mind-lock. ------------------------------------------------------------Now listen carefully¡K ------------------------------------------------------------ You are asleep. The Secret Societies and Big Brothers have figured out a way to control your mind. They can make you do very silly things to achieve their mastermind corporate goals. You are nothing but a pawn to them. You, your time, your money and your body-- they all belong to THEM. Even worse than the Outer Limits or the X-Files¡K they can make you do insane things. ------------------------------------------------------------ Oh, you don't believe me? You want proof? ------------------------------------------------------------ Okay, smarty pants, here it is. Now, first let me say, I don't know if the hypnotic messages are being broadcast on TV stations, on radios or magazines¡K Heck, they may even have figured out a way to put the messages in our food and water. In any event, for now, it doesn't matter how they're implanting the thoughts. What does matter is that you wake up and see the idiocy of your actions. I'm going to show you the way off that fool's stage and let you be your own person again. Please allow me a few moments to present my proof.
Let's start with your shopping habits. What demon possesses a rational person to go to a shopping mall? I know¡K right now that doesn't sound so bad to you, but that's because you're doped up on their indoctrination. They can be very persuasive once they're inside your brain. But hear me out for a minute- ------------------------------------------------------------ Let me first say, I was once among the lost and bought into their brainwashing ------------------------------------------------------------ It wasn't until a good friend of mine had all her Christmas shopping stolen from her car that I started to realize there might be a conspiracy. Then I started to wonder, and that thought led logically to the next, and the next¡K
For just a moment, imagine you need to purchase something. It can be anything, doesn't matter. Okay, are you with me? You pry yourself from the comfort of your home- a place where you are the King, a place where everything is at your fingertips. You have it all- entertainment, food, beverages, warmth, comfort, convenience- and realize you must now leave the familiarity of your personal nest and forge into the cold, cruel world. A place beyond your comfort zone. No security system, no alarms, no protection. You are naked and vulnerable to whatever they throw at you.
You've had to find clothes that match, style your hair, make sure you've gone to the bathroom, and load your purse full of any essentials you may need. That might include a cellphone, medications, an address book, lots of ID, your store club cards, pin numbers, credit cards, check book, ink pen, comb, chapstick, a nail clipper, sunglasses, feminine hygiene products, and receipts- which most places now require to accept returns.
Once you have your game face on, have tailored yourself to look presentable, and loaded your purse full- you stand at your door, ready to leave, but realize you are leaving all your possessions- everything you own- behind, for the burglar who is lurking on the street corner. Don't think you can fool him into thinking you'll be away for just a moment- he's been casing you and your joint for a long time and knows you like the back of his hand. He's been waiting for this golden opportunity. Perhaps, and this I don't know for sure- he's also in on the Big Brother conspiracy. Again, this is merely conjecture, but it does make sense. Doesn't it? ------------------------------------------------------------ Because you're under a spell, you aren't thinking straight ------------------------------------------------------------ So you actually leave your home and proceed to your car. Once there, you are faced with a cold seat, dew on the insides of the windows, and the stench of carpet mold from the Slurpee you spilled 2 months ago. As your old beater roars to life, you are now deeply, deeply asleep and have no idea you are personally perpetuating dependence on foreign oil and serving up young American son's lives- all so you can go shopping. ------------------------------------------------------------ As you make your way down the road, it never occurs to you that there are literally thousands of crazy people sharing the road with you ------------------------------------------------------------ People like Son-of Sam and the Unibomber. They look like ordinary drivers, but they have actually been equipped with 2 tons of heavy battering metal in their personal arsenal. Yes, we can have some sympathy for them, because they are the by-products of society propaganda- but nevertheless, they represent what happens when hypnotic messages collide. Thank goodness American corporations haven't perfected the propaganda brain implants, or else you wouldn't still be reading this. You'd have chalked my message up to a crazed paranoid and have clicked to another, more palatable website. Something THE CORPORATION within you would approve of.
Once at the mall, you must drive another 5 miles over unforgiving speed bumps, while you play dodge car trying to find a place to park. Now you are meat for the corporate meat grinder. You are fair game because you have now entered THEIR territory. That is, if you can get past the panhandlers in the parking lot¡K ------------------------------------------------------------ As you leave what's left of your rational brain at the door, you enter what I refer to as The Magic Kingdom ------------------------------------------------------------ Remember, nothing here is real. It is all illusion and trick mirrors designed to steal your hard-earned cash from your pocket. As you walk through the theft detector, the Corporation secretly snickers and mumbles under their breath, "let the games begin!"
Annoying salespeople are loaded like robots with new Energizer bunny batteries and strategically placed just out of your view, so that you never know when one will come up and try to sell you something you don't need. And just a word of warning here-- never try to go to the back of the store where they keep the bargain racks. Those are merely bait. You will be cornered like a helpless sap and they will have their way with you. It will not be a pretty sight. ------------------------------------------------------------ God help you if you have to use the public restroom ------------------------------------------------------------ Why does a bout of diarrhea always happen at the worst possible time? Those bathrooms are deliberately built like huge echo chambers, so that even the slightest grunt or pass of gas is amplified and reverberates like a shout in the Grand Canyon. Meanwhile, kids peek under your door, trying to find an empty stall. And if you happen to have packages, you will have to try to keep them closely huddled around your ankles, while you maintain a protective vigil, clutch your purse and also try to do your business. Don't even bother to wash your hands because there are now millions of germs all over your body, just from entering the poop zone. You've read about what clings to toothbrushes in a bathroom, haven't you? You have just allowed yourself to be a giant sponge, soaking up ecoli bacteria like a walking petri dish. Actually, the toilet paper stuck to the bottom of your shoe and trailing behind you makes you more deadly than a dirty bomb performing a whirling dervish. ------------------------------------------------------------ Let's recap¡K ------------------------------------------------------------ So far you've battled rain and cold, had your hearing impaired by the high-decibel screams of bratty children begging for junk food, toys and non-stop entertainment- who are really nothing more than disguised soldiers of the propaganda machine. Your feet ache so bad that the endorphins your brain is sending out have only managed to kick the hypnotic spell into higher gear- so you keep shopping. You now run the risk of further exposure and have increased your chances 10-fold that you will run into people you've been trying to avoid. And if you are carrying packages, you are now an easy target for pushy salespeople. Just holding a bag signals them to instantly pounce on you as an easy mark. They surmise if you've been easy for one store, certainly you're easy for others. They have you in their scope and begin the lock and load sequence that will empty your wallet into their cash register. Their infrared sensors hone in and follow you through the store like a smart bomb. ------------------------------------------------------------ You are a shopping casualty. An innocent caught up in the battle for the almighty dollar ------------------------------------------------------------ And now, when you feel like you might escape the Magic Kingdom with a few dollars in your pocket, your stomach turns on you and starts growling. They have you trapped in their giant haunted house. You are now the most pathetic of all creatures- a hungry rat in a maze. You will do anything, pay anything-- for a measly pellet. Fat-laden gourmet cinnamon buns anyone? That'll be $10! Fake orange drink fizzed in a plastic cup? That'll be another $10. Afterward, you'll be as broke as you'd be if you bought popcorn, candy and a drink at the local theatre. ------------------------------------------------------------ Why do people always try to scope out what other people are buying? ------------------------------------------------------------ You ever notice that? They look in your cart, watch what you put on the conveyer belt-- human behavior is disgusting. Shopping opens you up to public scrutiny and scorn. It's like having to pass muster every time you shop. There's no privacy at all. I've often thought they should give you a tarp-covered cart so you can buy personal hygiene items with some shred of self-respect. And how about those shoppers who guard the items in their basket like a lion defending its prey. I mean, really¡K
And what's with those aisles only wide enough to allow one person's cart at a time? They should require that everyone pass a driver's test before issuing them a shopping buggy. They should give quick tutorials on merging safely, 4 corner stop rules, passing huge family's shopping together, and pulling off to the no-shop zone to talk on your cellphone. In fact, there should be rules against letting people use wireless headsets. I don't know how many times I've embarrassed myself having a one-way conversation with someone who's not talking to me at all! ------------------------------------------------------------ Some people just aren't meant for customer service jobs ------------------------------------------------------------ The other day the gal who checked me out had a very, very nasty cold. To say she had post-nasal drip is an understatement. But even worse, she was snooty, arrogant, dismissive and acted like she was doing me a favor by checking me out. You ever run into that type? She actually sniffed at me in a condescending way when I asked if I could have cash back on my debit card. That was after I'd spent 15 minutes in a long line just waiting to hand her my money. It wouldn't have taken half as long if she hadn't been chatting with the other checker about their boyfriends and if she hadn't taken a personal telephone call right during my transaction. ------------------------------------------------------------ And, how about those discount places? ------------------------------------------------------------ I must confess, every once in awhile I get nostalgic about shopping and give it another try. And just like going to the casino, you come home asking yourself how many times you have to get bit before you realize the odds are in THEIR favor. How many more times are you going to be duped? Just like being asked to come to the Jerry Springer show-- chances are, whatever they have planned for you ain't gonna be good. Somehow, they will manage to have you check your pride and rational brain in at the studio door so that once the cameras are rolling, you'll be flailing around in your bra with all your love handles exposed for the world to see. It's the modern version of the Roman coliseum. ------------------------------------------------------------ The older I get the more I realize how short life really is ------------------------------------------------------------ Each minute ticks away and is lost forever. It's like God gave you a $1000 dollars and told you to spend it how you want, but when it's gone, it's gone. How come you never see Donald Trump out shopping at WalMart? Heck, from the sounds of it, Paris Hilton didn't even know what a WalMart was. At least that's what she said on The Simple Life. You know why? Because these people pay someone else to do their dirty work. They aren't stupid. They hire personal assistants to shop for them. Why should this kind of convenience be reserved only for the rich and famous?
I don't know why anyone in their right mind would continue to put themselves through this agonizing shopping ritual. To come out alive you'd have to be able to outsmart poisonous vipers- all laying in wait like a hungry alligator in murky waters- with an appetite for your money, time, and common sense. They know how to push your impulse buy button and make you purchase even the dumbest stuff. Things you don't really need. How many times have you gotten something home only to slap yourself in the forehead and ask, "what was I thinking?!" ------------------------------------------------------------ Somehow, finally¡K ------------------------------------------------------------ Hours later and much poorer, you arrive home. For once, the security buzzer didn't sound a false alarm as you were leaving the store. You managed to escape with a tiny speck of dignity. You rub your aching heels where someone back-ended you with their cart. You think the ink cartridge you bought is compatible with your printer-- but it's not. And there is a sinking, sad, tragic feeling that wells up from deep inside you as you realize you will have to re-trace all your steps to return half of what you bought. And before you collapse into your comfy recliner, you have to figure out how to peel your purse strap off your shoulder, as it's furrowed in like a tic. You'd kick off your shoes but your feet are too swollen. You've loaded, unloaded, loaded and unloaded the same stupid bags over and over again. Your brain cells are mush, nothing more than virtual storage rooms for innumerable pin numbers. And somehow, even though you're literally drunk with their magic brew, you have the feeling you're a horse that's been rode hard and put away wet. ------------------------------------------------------------ When I clap my hands 3 times and say wake-up, you will automatically wake-up. WAKE-UP! ------------------------------------------------------------ Like a bad marriage, you are about to wake up and say ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! You will suddenly be empowered to think for yourself and stop letting yourself be abused. Their propaganda will no longer work on you. You are immune to their sultry lures, because you are about to discover ONLINE SHOPPING!
Like Home Depot is to homeowners, online shopping is to anyone who wants to take control of their life. Finally, you can have life on your terms. No more playing the patsy. „h No more nauseating elevator-type muzak. „h No more wet and cold shopping carts. „h No more screaming kids. „h No more being tricked and bamboozled „h No more time wasted „h No more energy zapped ------------------------------------------------------------ It is time to abandon your shopping carts and enjoy the simple, quick, sensational new way of shopping ------------------------------------------------------------ Now that you've woken up, you are among the elite, the few, the wise¡K who know how to let their fingers do the walking. You now have something most people will never taste in their lifetime- FREEDOM. Yes, freedom to choose, freedom from hassles, freedom from drudgery, freedom from all that makes life suck. Just because you took the time to read this, you now enjoy the miraculous freedom of not following the masses like the Pied Piper. When they say "jump", you now have the power to resist. You are not their puppet, their toy or their possession. With online shopping, most of your problems in life are instantly solved. With an easy tap on a keypad, you can make the shopping come to you. --------------------------------------------------------- If you'll permit me a moment to digress, I want to be totally up-front with you about something ------------------------------------------------------------ Although you are enjoying your newfound freedom to shop YOUR way, the effects may not last. Sorry to say, the infection has been known to reoccur in some people. Research shows that people who don't regularly practice their online shopping skills run the risk of being permanently lost at sea, or lured to the cliffs and suffering terrible setbacks in their recovery. And little by little, you will be once again swallowed by the corporate whales consuming every morsel of food in the ocean. I just want you to know this now, and also offer you an online purchasing opportunity so you can firmly get yourself on solid ground. Yes, I know you feel strong right now, but this glow will wear off shortly and the corporate shopping demons will once again come to hunt you down.
And just like antibiotics, each time you don't take the full dose for the days recommended, it will be so much harder to make you well again the next time. I can't be held responsible if you don't listen to me and go, right now, and buy something online. Your very sanity is a stake. Go quickly before the vampires awake. You can start slow and then build up momentum. Just one firm online shopping experience will make those corporate monsters shake in their boots and soil themselves. I know you can do it. You wouldn't have read all this if you didn't sense that what I am saying is true. Of course, it is your choice¡K You can continue to be a corporate puppet, twitching and coughing up your money every time they pull your strings. You can be the big dope, the person flapping their arms and clucking on the stage. So duped, so foolish, so hopeless. ------------------------------------------------------------ Right now, this very minute, you have the power of choice. --------- You have what it takes to TAKE OFF that chicken suit once and for all!
You have the clear mind it takes to do the right thing for yourself, for our people, for our country and for our planet. The journey of a million miles begins with 1-step. Take that first step now. Go to uniquegiftbasketsovernight.com where you can stand up and say I AM AWAKE! MY EYES ARE WIDE OPEN! I AM NOBODY'S FOOL!
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