Staying YOU

Useful definition:  Elite-a select part of a group that is superior to the rest in terms of ability or qualities.

I’ve been watching documentaries lately about different time periods in history or “history”.  A lot of history is repressed of course.  Indeed, although recently the media moguls have had to acknowledge “some” truths (because the internet has outed them), there is still much that is omitted.

Anyway, one thing that seems clear to me is that fashions change but the basics about people and power don’t.

It’s not fashionable in 2015 to live in a van.  Some people think people like me are “low-lifes”.  I have to work hard to remember who I am.  I am someone who wants the “elites” if you will, to have as little power over me as possible.  I have nothing against elites in general but unfortunately those with the money and power these days aren’t true elites.  Elite means excellent.  The character of the controlling elite is not excellent.  They use their power to encourage (mass brainwash) people into degenerate behavior.   That is the exact opposite of excellent.

Degenerate=death.  I do not want to die.  I want to LIVE, not just exist, into a ripe old age and I want the same for my children and their children and so on.  I guard my mind against things that point me in another direction.  I haven’t been a tv watcher in years.  Occasionally something catches my eye when I’m in an establishment that has a tv but I don’t let myself get to involved.  The television is a very powerful medium.  I don’t want to get sucked into its vortex of lies again.

Sometimes someone glances at me in my van or when I am outside it wiping the windows and I assume they are thinking I’m a “low-life”.  A lot of the time, they probably aren’t thinking that at all but the important thing is I need to remember who I am.  I have made mistakes but I have never killed my own flesh through abortion.  I raised my children to be educated, productive adults.  I don’t kill my own flesh with drugs.  I eat healthy foods most of the time and I exercise.  I don’t harm anyone.  I even help people.  (probably too often)  I haven’t used any free services in a while and don’t plan to use them again.

Is there room for improvement in my life?  Of course there is but I’m not a lower life form.  I like myself.  I would choose myself for a friend.  In fact, I’m the best friend I’ve got.

I’m not sure how this van-living situation is going to end up.  I have to eat so I have to work.  I can’t just go live in the woods and wait for the ravens to feed me.  (bible reference)  I am trying to earn my bread on my own terms as much as possible.  I don’t want to be part of the death cult.  What does THAT make me?  A philosopher?  A fool?  An elite?  🙂

 

About Maureen, Living in a Van

I'm a free-sleeper living in a van in the prettiest part of the world. I do this partly due to financial circumstances and partly because I love a good adventure.
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