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Saturday, 19 September 2015

Money Farm Chapter 6

Money Farm CHAPTER 6

Link to Paperback on Amazon:Link: http://amzn.com/151230526X

MONEY SPOTTING

All systems carry patterns, cycles and trends.

QUESTION:

What enables the wealthy to accumulate while the poor depreciate?

After the redundancy, my resolve to understand the financial system and money handling became action. In fact it became my obsession. There was fascination, there was dedication, but this was a true obsession. I had one year’s savings – enough to buy time to search for a decent job. I applied for research roles on a daily basis and utilized the rest of my time to analyse and digest the economy of wealth generation in comparison to debt degeneration. Obviously, there was a division of wealth between the rich and poor but there was a new anomaly in the market: the M.O.N.E.Y.s., simply called The Moneys. The M.O.N.E.Y.s were an alternate breed of people filled with financial secrets. They resided behind the monetarily high walls of the M.O.N.E.Y. farm. M.O.N.EY. was a banking institution set on a series of huge islands just off the coast. Each island was linked by bridges which filled vast grounds. The only access was over lifting bridges and each island was walled. It was a modern financial fortress and had existed for over two hundred years. They said that if trouble came then the islands could up-anchor and move to calmer waters. I had often wondered why M.O.N.E.Y. would choose to be on the sea and not on land. Everything they did was for a purpose, so why choose the sea and not the land?

Over the years I would peer from my landing window and admire its ornate structure. The intricacy of linking bridges resembled a web of connections. I wondered whether each island had a different function. On the central island the majestic architecture reached up into the sky and reminded me of a financial cathedral. On other islands there seemed to be housing, food and water-refineries. There were days, and this blew me away, where they would test the motion of the islands and re-organise themselves. Each island moved around. They could add additional island platforms to each interconnected structure they had just created. New bridges would be quickly constructed and the Money farm would have a new financial field ready for its cash crop. The place was independent, separate and completely unique.

After a little research I found out that in the last twenty years, when banking blame became rife, and fingers pointed in the M.O.N.E.Y. direction, the M.O.N.E.Y. farm closed its doors, gates and lifted its metaphorical bridges. M.O.N.E.Y. purchased all the surrounding islands, the nearby land and the whole of the quay area. The quick acquisition of a bankrupt shipyard in a neighbouring inlet resulted in floating engineering feats that could be bolted on to the financial flotilla. It quickly built high walls around each island, a series of lifting bridges, and became self-sufficient. It rapidly grew into an enormous complex set of islands with greenhouses, gardens, fields and housing complexes. Quite coincidentally the expansion coincided with the third collapse. As a response M.O.N.E.Y. evolved its own financially exclusive system - one that remained inaccessible to the outside world. A system that worked, grew and gained financial power. That power threatened the whole of the banking system including the sovereignties.

LINK TO HEAR ON AUDIO - SOUND CLOUD

https://soundcloud.com/ruby-allure/01-money-farm-ch01

"Smartly Written, Thought Provoking Read!"

Narration - Helen Lloyd - Kick A$$!
Really Great Narration - Brits and Aussies and Germans and more. Lovely voice to listen to and she even captured the rather robotic nature of the cult-like members of the Money Farm.

This is a really terrific book - and is it bad that for the majority of the book I was thinking "sign me up!" (or at least sign up one of my grand-kids and let me move into one of the retirement neighborhoods).

The Money's are all 'their best selves' due to the nutrition and fitness requirements along with a few other treatments along the way which are tailored to each individual and allow them to reach their full potential. All their needs are met, they have no debts, no worries, they are appreciated and they all live in really nice digs. (like I said...sign me up!)

It's a smartly written and thought provoking book of a Dystopian/Eutopian society where our heroine Jyllian finds her-self jobless with her savings running out. She ends up being selected to join the M.O.N.E.Y.'s as a "breaker" because of her intelligent & rebellious way of thinking. She is to challenge their systems and find ways to break them, all in the name of making them better.

The story follows her and a few other select characters through their introduction to Money, their training, their indoctrination and ultimately through their discovery of what Money's goals really are.

I can't really say much more without giving away too much, but I thought it was a really terrific book. It was hard for me to 'get into it' in the beginning, but I plan to listen to the start again.

It's smartly written and filled with intricate details about these two "worlds". Really an interesting book about the state of the worlds finances! Loved it! I'm actually stunned that I'm only the second review of this book on Goodreads. READ or LISTEN to it! It's a keeper!

I received a copy of this audiobook free of charge from Audiobookblast in exchange for an unbiased review.

Tuesday, 15 September 2015

Money Farm Chapter 3

Money Farm

CHAPTER 3

Link to Paperback on Amazon:Link: http://amzn.com/151230526X

A SYSTEM BASED ON FEAR AND LACK IS IN A STATE OF DISEASE

The energetic financial flow of the system had stagnated and become stuck. Without flow, the blockage would contaminate and then break its own system.

Reality: the system was based on greed and the fear of lack.

My decades of endless research had revealed that all the while the system continued with such mentality, debt increased, the poor grew poorer and the division of wealth escalated. An unknown few accumulated vast wealth from the demise of others. The ‘people’ ran on financial treadmills in order to survive in a society that had stopped caring. Selfishness was the order of the day. ‘Look out for number one while number two will stab you in the back'. Was it any wonder that everyone was out for themselves; their motivation was to be better than the next person – have more rather than be more. The ‘next person’ followed a genetic/family routine, and according to instilled family beliefs, they unintentionally conformed, unable to reach their true potential. Each set of limiting beliefs kept each and everyone ‘stuck’ in their situation and working to generate money simply to survive. All the while a deepening dissatisfaction filled their souls because as they continued to consume and live in a state of survival they could never reach their authentic state and make a significant contribution to the world. Survival out-ruled significance. People experienced a sense of pointlessness. Who they were as individuals was not valued, instead objects carried more value than their life. People began to live in a state of schizophrenia where who they appeared to be was a long distance from who they truly were.

Of course the research took me to the other end of the scale where the parasites sucked life from the system. They drank the tax-payers blood. Those workers had to work harder, faster and more because there was someone lined up to take their place. Those who worked to pay bill after bill pushed themselves into heart attacks to pay their exorbitant mortgages which were ever on the increase. Self-destruction was customary in the non-caring system. An ethos which perpetuated the need to keep running on that treadmill until it became too fast and threw you off. The system was not fair and the structure did not work. It just needed the people to pay attention rather than avoid it. The power of ten people united was greater than one hundred individuals working alone.

All the while, the political puppetry kept repeating the ventriloquist’s deceptive words: ‘positive change will happen in the future.’ Everyone kept chasing the golden carrot; it could never be reached because it neither existed in the now or in the future. It was simply a 22 catch-the-carrot illusion! Of course the mass conformed in response to the feeding of repetitious fear. There was no faith in society, progression or hope. Change was needed and change originated from crisis. Was it any surprise the research was rejected?

LINK TO HEAR ON AUDIO - SOUND CLOUD

https://soundcloud.com/ruby-allure/01-money-farm-ch01

"Smartly Written, Thought Provoking Read!"

Chapter 2 Money Farm

Link to Paperback on Amazon:Link: http://amzn.com/151230526X

CHAPTER 2

THE RULES, THE RULERS AND THE INCONSISTENT MEASURES

Truth, Authenticity and Integrity –

the virtues denied success by the playacting political powers.

I brewed and I brewed as I stormed the characterless corridor. What is the reward for truth? If punishment was the reward then wouldn’t everyone simply lie to survive? All my life I had abided by social rules, paid my tax and contributed to the ‘greater academic knowledge.’ Where was the appreciation for all that study, research and analysis? I was a ‘good girl’ and a ‘model citizen’, a cog in the collapsing fragmented framework. The individual did not matter, nor did they carry any worth. Community, loyalty and society had been sacrificed for a capitalist ideal. Keeping up with the Jones's had turned to running them down in a black sports car bought on credit. The desire to conform and feel safe replaced the sense of significance and true uniqueness was frowned upon. Corporations preferred ‘yes people' who would go above and beyond for little or no reward simply to feel safe. It was ‘brown nose’ heaven. The way culture curtailed to the controlling command had not gone unnoticed. The people felt powerless to react when yet another crisis became the opportunity to implement ‘imperative regulations’. The irony was that those brought up in privilege had never suffered financially like the underclasses. They had never gone hungry or witnessed a kid being beaten to death in the playground over three-coins-worth of pocket money or a paper note. They did not understand what it was like to live on the edge of financial agony.

The mental churn gained momentum. I thought about how the rulers ruled without understanding, empathy or identification. They stood on their self-architectured ledges and peered down upon the poverty-rife valley whilst sipping a ruby wine. The acceptance of an elite rulership was part of social conditioning. If we feed our children stories about princes, princesses and kings and queens then they will grow to aspire to an unattainable ideal. The stories provided little girls false ideals about princes and young men desired to achieve wealth for mating rights. It provided the golden carrot for the employment treadmill.

I could feel my nails digging into my palm. I could see the exit, yet the mental rant continued. When one had experienced both sides of the social coin then that was catalyst enough to dedicate one’s academic attention to developing complex socio-financial-behaviour theories. However, there was never any anticipation of academic alienation for developing unpopular research. The truth was not welcome and blinkers became a shield from the building civil unrest. If we ignore it then it does not exist!

The more I had researched the more I noticed the psychosis. Money-mania was a silent mental disease, one that relied on the belief that an individual’s intrinsic value was based on a metallic or paper symbol. Personal value was nothing to do with ‘being’ or authenticity, instead the gauge amongst peers was commodities. An ape with a stick was worth twice as much as one without. That would be a middle-class ape. An ape with two sticks could be elevated to aristocracy. With that in mind, it was amazing what cruel things people would do to others in pursuit of an illusionary symbol.

In that moment I realised there were defining moments in a person’s life, when the way one reacted usually repeated a pattern. That day was different – enough was enough. I would usually contain my anger but why should I? In an eruption of rage I found a space in the middle of a kinetic art arrangement, at the centre of the university campus. Motion amongst the sculpture triggered a variety of animal cry. The more intense the motion, the louder and more diverse the rumble. I stood silently preparing while bitterness ravished my core. I could feel the rage gaining momentum until bang! I exploded sensationally into an emotional outburst. A frenzy of animal sounds filled the arena. An elephant trumpeted, a gorilla cried and a lion’s roar drowned out my screams. Students and lecturers peered from the windows. I resembled a panicked child batting away a swarm of wasps amongst the downpour. A wild woman.

Contorted and confused expressions gazed down on the frenzied woman whose financial findings had electrified educational and business nerves. The results were not pleasing and unwelcome discoveries filled my research. The figures did not add up, everything had to change; it was time to seek a safe haven. What’s more, the masses had not been privy to the financial truths. They remained oblivious to the escapades taking place behind inaccessible financial fortresses. The rulers were putting out small fires whilst ignoring the briskly building infernos. Sneered-at solutions propelled the financial false economic façade into financial cycles of devastation. Endless assumption and lack of responsibility catalyzed continued crisis. Nevertheless, my research on the growing resistance amongst the public to persuasion techniques had resulted in increased mass disbelief. Without faith in the leaders and without infectious belief in the system – the lack of trust fuelled a recession and perpetuated the failure-fulfilling prophecy - reflexivity. Belief, significance, human value, uniqueness and truth would revive the system after a complete re-organisation and restructure of value. The world desired a speedy solution, not the truth. Without positive mass enthusiasm and hope, the financial system would remain stagnant. The more society financially festered then the longer the recessions would last. I was essentially an academic Cassandra – the profit of financial ruin. Cassandra had answers if someone would willingly listen. In the meantime, a vision of the tower of financial foolishness toppled. There was need for a new system, a new way, one that worked.

LINK TO MONEY FARM ON AUDIBLE.COM

http://www.audible.com/pd/Fiction/Money-Farm-Audiobook/B010BOM9A8/ref=a_search_c4_1_3_srTtl?qid=1442261913&sr=1-3

"Smartly Written, Thought Provoking Read!"

Monday, 14 September 2015

The Money Farm Chapter 0-1

MONEY FARM

Link: http://amzn.com/151230526X

In celebration of The Money Farm being released on audio and in paperback I will be posting chapters on consecutive days during the working week with a link to hear the audio. I genuinely hope you enjoy what you read and hear and desire to share my writing with your friends:) I want to thank Helen Lloyd for doing such a fantastic job on the audio. I have worked with some phenomenal audio producers over the last year and will be sharing samples of the other books too over the next weeks.

The Money Farm

RUBY ALLURE

(on behalf of the author)

When did you buy into buying?

How did debt become a viable option?

CHAPTER 0

Truth: Everyone is connected through money.

What would happen if money ceased to exist overnight?

What would you do? How would you survive?

Three years from now: at one minute past midnight, on the first day of the year, the financial plague would be activated.

The M.O.N.E.Y. farm digitally sneezed and infected all accounts. Since trillions of dollars-worth of financial digital money messages moved around the globe in a day, within three years every account on the planet would be infected. That was the plan. It was just a matter of time before the whole world would recognise the viral symptoms, and at that point it would be too late.

With one month until financial detonation, the M.O.N.E.Y. farm, simply known as money, withdrew its bridges and sailed its financial platforms to a remote area close to Iceland. All manner of simulated chaos had been anticipated. It was just a matter of waiting for the world to be ready to listen to M.O.N.E.Y. and the new Financial World Order. In the meantime, it continued to self-sufficiently do business as usual, knowing that every financial pillar in the world would collapse. At least, that was what it intended.

PART 1

CHAPTER 1 A BROKEN SYSTEM

Three sentences - the catalyst for complete change:-

If money was the root of all evil then what did that make those partaking in the system?

Were we all unwittingly evil or was the money concept evil?

What was the alternative?

The principal coughed and shattered my churning thoughts. He turned from his archaic filing cabinet, trudged across the brown leathered room and then plonked down on his worn seat. He studied me for a short while and arranged some official looking papers. He carried the aroma of ‘old man’s musty aftershave’ with a hint of lemon.

“Gillian I am going say this as best as I can… I’m sorry but the government funding for your lecturing post has dried up. The paper you wrote on Reactance, Resistance, Reflexivity and Reversal in times of financial and social hardship didn’t go down well… at all… with anyone… on the board.” The principal paused, stared at the papers and sucked his lip through his teeth. He sounded like an emptying plughole. “So… we are going to have let you go.” He shuffled paper, re-aligned silver pens, and peered over his black-rimmed spectacles.

The sound of my clawing nails over leather filled the stagnant atmosphere. The heat of the blush accompanied by stunned silence and gritted teeth was enough. What could I say? He had always reminded me of an elephant seal with glasses. I glared at the ceiling spotlights shining on his heart-shaped bald patch. My fists clenched, my stomach folded and I scrutinized the five stunted hairs traversing his scalp combed from left to right. Thirty-two illuminated specks of dandruff sat in the curve of his pinstriped lapel. Twenty-seven hairs poked from the top of his crisp white shirt. There were two shaving accidents on the left side of his face, one half-healed. I distracted myself with patterns when the reality was that the institution had taken for granted all my years of hard work. The paper was a warning of what was to come. Were they oblivious or were they caught in the mass persuasion mania? Who actually wanted to face they were the product of their conditioning? Who wanted their life-value equated to figures in a bank account? That paper was not written for approval from a board of grey people who talked with haughty taught accents! It was inspired by a vision and evidenced by research. Obviously they did not know about the latter because one could never rationalize inspiration or intuition. That was for mad people.

The sound of a diver’s ventilator filled the atmosphere. My deep breaths were punctured by the aroma of dark wood and lacquer. I could hear my heart pounding in my throat, yet I couldn’t say a thing.

He stared. Waiting.

Three sentences had ended an era. My silk-lined rut intended to eject me into the unknown during a time of financial unrest. I stood silently to leave. With my throat fully constricted, what was there to say? They would soon find out that intuition combined with true analysis resulted in unpopular findings. Unfortunately no-one wanted to hear or acknowledge what was inevitable. The preservative imbued bread and elaborate digital circuses kept the mass hypnotized, fascinated them with subliminal messaging and towing the indebted line. Time was running out.

LINK TO HEAR ON AUDIO - SOUND CLOUD

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"Smartly Written, Thought Provoking Read!"

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"M.O.N.E.Y. is bad? This book is not!"

So Money Farm by Ruby Allure was a surprise! When i REALLY did not read things about this book i review for Audiobook Blast, i sometimes get books i don't know something about. BTW: I read 99% about the books i want to review, but this book i can't remember i did that for. Anyways: This was a nice surprise, and i think it is one of those books that is better the second time you read it. No joke! I listen to this twice before i made this! Money Farm makes you thin, and who does not like to hear a book that makes you think? It is a awesome book, that i will recommend to all that likes audiobooks, and really to people that does not!

Helen Lloyd english accent f its the topic like a glow and a hand! Her "lady like" voice is so cold, and clair i feel that the author made this book thinking that Helen Lloyd would read it out loud! That is how i feel those two fits together! The 2 times 14 hrs and 6 mins i spend with her never feels boring or uninteresting! I would love to spend it again, and i will because this book i will hear again, and again, even when it is 14 hrs and 6 mins long! That is saying something!

I was provided this audiobook at no charge by the author, publisher and/or narrator in exchange for an unbiased review via AudiobookBlast dot com

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"Incredibly thought provoking..."

Would you recommend this audiobook to a friend? If so, why?

Yes I would, the author has written an extremely interesting book, with a good story, and the narrator Helen Lloyd brings it to life brilliantly.

What did you like best about this story?

I like the way it made you think about the way normal everyday life is here and now, and the future...

Have you listened to any of Helen Lloyd’s other performances before? How does this one compare?

I have never listened to Helen Lloyd narrating before. However, she narrated this fairly long audiobook brilliantly. Although a story, the content was very intense and thought provoking, however, her lovely smooth voice was very easy to listen to and I thought it was just perfect, a fascinating book wonderfully narrated.

Any additional comments?

This was a fascinating book, deep and very thought provoking, it made you wonder…

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Saturday, 19 September 2015

Money Farm Chapter 6

Money Farm CHAPTER 6

Tuesday, 15 September 2015

Money Farm Chapter 3

Money Farm

CHAPTER 3

Link to Paperback on Amazon:Link: http://amzn.com/151230526X

Chapter 2 Money Farm

Link to Paperback on Amazon:Link: http://amzn.com/151230526X

CHAPTER 2

Monday, 14 September 2015

The Money Farm Chapter 0-1

MONEY FARM

The Money Farm

CHAPTER 0

PART 1

CHAPTER 1

A BROKEN SYSTEM

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