Chapter 2 Money Farm

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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.

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"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.

 

 

 

 

 

Another Excellent Reveiw for Money Farm!

This is the review of Money Farm I received today which was posted on Good Reads, Audible and Amazon. I am so pleased. It is so satisfying when people are genuine in their opinions...

 

 

 

"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).

This was posted on Good Reads, Audible and Amazon this week. It really makes me happy!

 

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.

 

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The Secret Literary life and its Challenges.

The Secret Literary life and its Challenges.

 

Have you ever had a burning secret that you are desperate to share? For me it feels like resisting that open bar of chocolate when you are on a diet. So where has this come from? Well when one begins writing there is a choice to be made: do you write under your own name or do you write under an alias? One of my students advised me that he had been writing under a secret name and was living two lives. It was a struggle because his girlfriend had no clue what he was up to and he could not share it with her. His fan base had escalated into thousands because he wrote about contentious subjects. He felt that by being ‘someone else’ he had the freedom to express true opinion. This alter-ego was very different to the shy man in the class. What’s more, he felt that it was too late to let his girlfriend know and felt torn. It made me wonder how spies manage.

 

Something about living a double life struck a chord with me. I had always written under my own name. It was an easy name to find but at the same time it made life a little bit of a challenge. My work colleagues ordered my books off the net and one morning I walked into a sex scene being read aloud. There was nothing malicious in it, it was a bit of fun. The thing is there was a shift in attitude towards me because the colleagues who surrounded me sensed I was working towards something bigger. The benefit of people knowing who I was that when I released books I could sell them from my desk. I could promote through the work place and hype. Unfortunately policies were introduced which put a stop to this.

 

People knowing I wrote was lovely because my colleagues would ask me what I was working on and the work place asked me to do presentations based on teaching creative writing evening classes. Over time my colleagues began dreaming on my behalf and would say things like ‘when you’re famous…’ ‘Here is an idea for your book – I want a cut if you use it.’ ‘I have this great idea for a book for you to write…’ That was when I realised that maybe people knowing I was an author wasn’t so great. Also people would come to me and tell me why I should write about them and what made them so fascinating. What made ‘authorism’ more of a challenge is that people had this idea an author was propelled to stardom and earned millions. The question, ‘so why are you here? Can’t you just be an author?’ would be asked when people found out I had published. I would explain that most authors would earn around 7K a year on a book if they were lucky. What I did not tell them was that being in a work environment provided numerous excellent conversations and material. Watching how real people react to difficult situations is better than sitting in a room imagining it. I had a source of inspiration at my type-worthy finger-tips.

It was when a series of events happened to a friend whose book was optioned to be made into a film that things shifted for me. Over a couple of years she shared her excitement and talked about her film and what would happen when she earned loads of money. People became excited for her and it was a major topic of conversation for all who crossed her path. By watching her I could see how I might have been perceived. As time went on the project slowed and money certainly was not flooding in. In the meantime, she still needed to support herself and she said to me ‘I wish people didn’t know. I just want to go away and be anonymous.’ That little insight also struck a chord with me. Did I really want people to know that I was an author? Who really cared? Was my ego trying to prove how special I was? After a lot of thought seven years ago, I decided to rebrand and write under a different name. I maintained my work as a business analyst but moved to a new department where people did not know my history. It was funny because I felt a real sense of liberation. The whole secret literary life was quite wonderful. I felt that I could maintain a sense of mystery and write about my passions: love, relationships, spirituality, healing and money. It was over the last seven years I slowly wrote Money Farm. Working as a financial analyst provided a depth of insight into the financial system. What I had considered a role to support me while I wrote was in fact the perfect job because it provided all the material necessary to evidence the workings of the financial system.  What makes it all the more beautiful is that Money Farm has now been produced in audio by the extremely talented producer Helen Lloyd and reached the audio market. Oh and guess what? I still sit amongst my colleagues discussing the ridiculous, the absurd and the trivial while a book about one financial institution deciding to completely change the global economy (the Brave New World of Finance) is listened to and read all over the world. There is something deeply satisfying about that.

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Money Farm - Opening chapters

The Money Farm

by

RUBY ALLURE

 

Copyright 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 move 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 withdrew its bridges, sailed its financial platforms to a remote area close to Iceland and waited. 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.

 

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? Where was the choice?

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’ and 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 rationalized 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. My throat was 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.

 

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