WHY DO YOU ACCEPT THE LIFE OF ILLUSIONS?
MY SWEET DETACHMENT...
The More I See, The More I Understand
The Illusion of Freedom and the Reality of Control
The more I learn about the global system, the clearer it becomes that the real rulers operate in the shadows, unseen by the masses. The longer I live, the more I recognize how deeply media is woven into the fabric of control—designed to keep our minds trapped in a manufactured reality, distracted from the truth. It is not about keeping us informed; it is about keeping us pacified, entertained, and obedient.
The more I witness the impact of religion, the more I understand its role in control. It keeps people waiting for salvation, enduring suffering with the false promise of an eternal reward, while those in power live luxuriously in the here and now. We are programmed to accept long-suffering as a virtue, while they indulge in every pleasure. And if you do not follow the man-made rules of this spiritual enslavement, they tell you that you will burn in hell. Fear is the tool, and compliance is the result.
But those of us who are true revolutionaries, who challenge the system in meaningful ways, are silenced. Meanwhile, the ego-driven “revolutionaries” who crave the spotlight are allowed to flourish because they pose no real threat. Their narcissistic need for admiration makes them perfect pawns in this deceptive machine of oppression. They are not fighting for change—they are fighting for attention.
The Freedom of Detachment
The older I get, the freer I feel. The illusions of this man-made system hold no power over me anymore. I am not angry at it; I do not fight it. I simply refuse to be part of it. My goal is to live simply, to be left alone to enjoy life in its purest form. The system can do what it must, but it should not expect me to participate.
This level of detachment is something I should have embraced long ago. But there is no use crying over spilled milk. What matters is that I am here now, free from the mental shackles that once bound me. Many who claim to be free are still performing within the system’s constraints—following the script, playing their assigned roles, and jumping through the hoops that their oppressors have laid out for them.
The deeper I withdraw from this system, the more I understand how insidious it is. The politicians, the preachers, the educators, and the enforcers of this reality—they are all merely gatekeepers of an illusion. They argue, they campaign, they claim to care, but in truth, they do not. The world’s elite do not care about the common person. We are nothing more than tools, resources, and statistics to be manipulated.
As I sit atop my balcony, looking out over the land, I no longer feel the need to debate, to argue, or to fight. My only request of this world is that it leaves me in peace. Most people will never know true freedom because they are so deeply entangled in the illusion that even when they think they have escaped, they have not.
The Tragic Cycle of Servitude
I am grateful that I still have my health and strength to enjoy a life that was meant to be free for all. Yet, most people live trapped in tiny mental and physical cages, believing that wealth, status, and privilege determine who gets to enjoy life. They accept the crumbs thrown at them, while those at the top devour the full meal.
It saddens me to see how deeply we, as a people, have been reduced in our vibration. We no longer believe in our own power. Instead, we cling to the system, believing that we are powerless without it. And rather than uplifting one another, many choose to manipulate and take from those who have righteously earned their way. There is enough energy in the world for all of us to thrive, yet many prefer to scheme against their own brothers and sisters instead of building something of their own.
We are conditioned zombies, moving through life without questioning. We dedicate decades to chasing illusions—money, promotions, material possessions—only to realize too late that none of it mattered. By the time many wake up, they are already in the final quarter of their lives, looking back with regret.
Rejecting the False World
For decades, I have spoken this truth, and while I have been mentally and spiritually free for a long time, I was still physically trapped in the system—working, paying bills, and playing the game to survive. But I have now positioned myself to live outside of that trap, no longer chasing the illusion of financial security dictated by manipulative forces.
Modern homes have become personal prisons, where people waste away reminiscing about their lives as slaves to the system. Their gadgets—smartphones, computers, televisions—are mere life support machines, keeping them plugged into a reality that has never truly served them.
I used to be a people person, and in some ways, I still am. But I have no time for those who live like zombies. I no longer wish to waste my energy on those who do not see the truth. This realization has sharpened my internal blade, allowing me to cut through the nonsense and embrace the divine wisdom that speaks to me in silence.
I am not bitter—I am better. And I thank my Creator for guiding me here. The physical pleasures of this world no longer excite me. I eat simply, and yet the natural flavors of my food are more fulfilling than any artificial indulgence. The chaos of the city—where people trample over one another for a meaningless promotion, where gossip replaces wisdom, and where deception is rewarded—has no hold on me anymore.
No Looking Back
People often ask me, “Lance, don’t you want to come back to New York? Don’t you want to return to America?” The answer is a firm and resounding no. Every day that I remain detached from that world is a day of success.
I have no desire to be part of the social media circus, where Youtube shadow banning, Facbook suppression, and low-minded “all damn day on the internet” trolls thrive. My energy is now directed into direct communication with those who seek truth, far from the manipulative platforms designed to control us. Those who have broken free from the digital rat race know the joy of true liberation.
The more I step away, the more I see. And the more I see, the more I understand.
The only question that remains is—do you?
