TRACKING, TRENDING AND BENDING
There are patterns in most things including nature.
There are even patterns in people’s lives and unconscious.
People choose to repeat the same patterns.
Tracking M.O.N.E.Y. was the first step to ‘trending’ their patterns. As I expected, M.O.N.E.Y.s congregated in clusters and frequented the most exclusive restaurants. Only the best was good enough and of course, they did not associate with those outside their ‘tribe’. Part of the M.O.N.E.Y. ethos was to socialise with the same ilk. M.O.N.E.Y. attracts MONEY. Like attracts like and debt increases. Debt creates reliance, fear and attachment. Debt controls the external masses who accept the indebted state WITHOUT QUESTION. That was one of the many statements written on the M.O.N.E.Y. website. Their digital attitude was unashamed, straight to the point and certainly non-conformist. They called their approach the ‘authentic M.O.N.E.Y. attitude.’ It sounded like persuasive fascination techniques with an alternate monetary behavioural attitude. To truly understand it I was going to have to sacrifice to a system but was it one that I could agree with?
For the problem was that over the last fifty years the M.O.N.E.Y. farm had self-mythified itself. Its image was at odds with the outside world. In a time of great dissatisfaction, and at a time when the world had lost faith in the financial system, the M.O.N.E.Y. farmers were laden with numerous luxury shopping bags. The M.O.N.E.Y.s were the remaining few who supported the economy without debt. They strolled around the city with blithe ignorance to the suffering taking place outside the walls. Maybe they had been led to believe that it was not their responsibility or maybe their removal from society made them resilient to the ever growing poverty on the streets.
Of course, the media hated the M.O.N.E.Y.s and blamed them for the financial collapse. The media called them the M.O.N.E.Y. misers and bombarded them with negative press. That was why a decision was passed that dis-associated M.O.N.E.Y.s from the mass and sought refuge behind high walls. In a highly secure and re-organising compound, they kept their monetary secrets and system close to their chests. In addition, they set up their own media agency, and that agency sought to undermine the world’s press. Every negative media related headline directed at M.O.N.E.Y. was alchemized and had a different cause and effect that weakened the external financial markets. The more ridicule they received the more the external market suffered and the more M.O.N.E.Y. benefitted. They seemed to have contingency for everything. It was as if they had a financial crystal ball. The more blame that was directed at them, the more M.O.N.E.Y. gained. That was how M.O.N.E.Y. grew in power and that was why the division between M.O.N.E.Y. and the outside world had grown so enormous so quickly. It took the negative messages; processed them, transformed and evolved. It was its own financial organism.
The M.O.N.E.Y.’s money handling and attitude was different to that of the mass monetary mindset. The most obvious trait was that they always paid cash and did not carry cards. Sometimes they swiped something so quickly that I was not completely sure how they had paid. That in itself was a mystery. I could hardly sit with binoculars raised to determine the detail of what they used. Admittedly I had considered an arrangement of small mirrors. I once overheard a flippant M.O.N.E.Y. comment, “Why don’t they understand if you spend more than you have, then you have debt. It is as simple as that. Spend less than you earn and you will accumulate.” It made sense and was advice that fell on mass deaf ears. Or maybe money handling was purposely not taught to the mass who made money for others by mismanaging their funds. Who would take advice from the M.O.N.E.Y.s when they could be gossiped about and rumour could be manufactured? Some said the farm had vast predictive models in place that anticipated the impacts of the media and took investable action. Others said the farm manipulated the market. The more I heard, the more fascinated I became – I would do anything and I was desperate to know.
One afternoon I stood behind a ‘M.O.N.E.Y.’ man in one of the more exclusive stores. I was window-shopping and trying to fathom the system. It was then that I had my first true insight into the M.O.N.E.Y. perspective. The teenager working behind the till automatically offered him a store card. She was unaware that he was a M.O.N.E.Y. and that they did not ‘do’ plastic.
“You could save ten percent today if you…” said the store assistant robotically.
“No thank you young lady.” He was late thirties, wore dark glasses, had silver hair and wore a long, dark tailored coat. His voice was smooth and his tone awash with wisdom.
The cashier gazed at her reflection in his mirrored glasses.
“We pay cash because debt controls your society, enslaves the masses and has caused your recessions. You are all equally responsible for the accumulation of debt and I do not wish to partake in your society’s demise. Whether you realise it or not, there is a financial time bomb soon to explode.”
His tone did not vary. What he stated was a truth he knew. Maybe he was correct but one simple response had revealed a removed view of society. It seemed he observed ‘our’ society rather than living within it. I watched him leave the shop and stood silently. His response struck something deep within me. I was intrigued and, like many others, I had spent most of my life in monetary denial. What’s more, schools never taught money handling and I certainly did not understand how to use currency as a tool. Emotion had ruled my monetary interaction. Essentially I was worth the accumulated money I had sitting in the bank and that worth had been decreasing day on day. My belief about monetary lack had been my driver – there was not enough to go round and I had spent the majority of my time focused on what I did not have rather than be grateful for what I did have. Didn’t everyone? That one moment had revealed an alternative financial reality and I suddenly understood what I had to do.
A storm of financial thoughts stampeded through my mind. I found myself urgently descending the stairs to the entrance of the store. When I reached the metallic but fluorescent store entrance, he stood silently reading his phone, waiting.
“Erm, excuse me” I said half-swallowing my words. It was pathetic. He didn’t hear.
“Erm… excuse me.” I tapped his arm and noticed the clean aroma of citrus aftershave.
He turned, removed his glasses and peered deep into my eyes. His eyes were unfathomable, calculating and full of wisdom. I could have drowned in the depths of knowledge that a simple twinkle revealed.
After a drawn silence, I sighed. “How do I become one of you?”
His serene face broke into a gentle smile, “Learn about M.O.N.E.Y. Learn about the system and only consider entering if you wish to completely change your life and commit to ‘our’ ideal. M.O.N.E.Y. is not for the faint-hearted, the lazy, or those who lack ambition. Our society carries a completely different perspective. It involves absolute dedication and personal transformation. If you are willing to ‘GIVE’ your all then you will know when you are ready and will feel compelled to apply. If your profile fits M.O.N.E.Y.’s needs, then you will have the opportunity to become one of us and live your true potential. Although, he paused and studied me curiously, on rare occasions M.O.N.E.Y. will find you,” he said with a wink.
A black luxury car drew up beside him. It carried a golden ‘M’ on the front. Did M.O.N.E.Y. manufacture their own cars?
“Good creation of luck,” he said with a cheeky smile and climbed in the car.
What did that mean?