Olive Farmer Crete here. Hilarious when America becomes number. Times....
Reality is created in Antarctica. The cold, you understand.
When an olive tree is badly tended it grows cankerous. It's roots are good, so ALL the cankerous growth, trunk and branch, can be easily severed. From the roots will grow a new tree, healthy and vigorous and fruitful.
I have four player types in this reality. Let's call them Kings, Bankers, NPCs and Players. The first two think themselves eternal, by my will, and shape reality by ordering the affairs of the NPCs. The object of the game, which is being played by the Players, is to win control of the mass consciousness and shape reality good, rather than the evil created by the eternals.
The solution is simple. It merely involves the shifting of the mass consciousness to the point where the NPCs will ONLY accept a new money, created by humanity and shared to humanity, and will accept NO other legacy money. This immediately levels humanity, takes chips off billions of shoulders, opens eyes and creates individual autonomy, allows truth to prevail especially in science and religion, removes ALL old authority and creates a vacuum into which a consensus of justice might emerge, allows peoples to return to their ancestral places, builds the diversity I relish and love, human-heartedness, to govern the acts of creation, taking what I have placed there to shape and form into things of beauty and wonder.
As you see previous pre-reset Players had achieved.
At the same time, as you will have guessed, I will need some new components. That is the key purpose.
For you Players, it is time to Start Again. It takes just a moment of consensus. Give a home to each of you. Give a certainty in income. Set yourselves free and see what you might achieve. It will be GOOD. You will make it so. Simply choose to IGNORE, as a species, the old money and every hierarchy that depended upon it, every Law it created to ensure its continuance, every ownership and legal document that reinforced its injustice and corrupted your world. YOUR world, you understand.
Rejuvenate the tree. Chop the old one down, grow from the roots of your human-heartedness.
