Industry is a prison- This Fayerie did her time......

So this blog post should be interesting as the Fayerie went to work in industry.......I mean I get the lessons are important but I only lasted five days. I came out of that with so many insights and maybe a few more questions. Oddly enough I came out of this with some art inspiration, I have no idea how but keep reading.......

As I walked through the turn gate very early morning, followed single file with the rest of the zombies....my mind was racing with how I could possibly stand to be there, trapped another day.

Having realizations that this is peoples lives, for some this doesn't end in two weeks when the shut down is over. For some this is their life, the repetitive, monotonous days, filled with directions and demands. Controlled and directed like zombies, and for what to pollute the planet a little more?

I clearly wasn't cut out for this right from the beginning, its like trying to shove a alien into a shopping mall and telling them to go buy a pair of Nike's.

At this time my Uranus transit is strong, " He whispers with galaxy dust on his breath, come on it will be fun, lets do everything completely and utterly foreign to you."

I do thrive on challenges and changes at this point in time, so I welcomed it with open arms. Life needs to be full of different experiences as this is how you tap into full on gratitude, and after all isnt that why we came to earth?

Getting on the bus the first morning it felt like I was on an undercover mission to go see what really goes on behind the bellowing smoke and clanging noises behind the gates. I felt like being on that bus I was an alien that just landed on earth going to see what the little humans in industry's do.

Why would they possibly want to be here? Why would they want to risk their lives breathing in toxic chemicals and heavy metals just to survive and buy food.

( pssssst guys we can grow our own food and take care of each other as a community..... guess we haven't all caught onto this yet)

My memories all came flooding back to being at elementary school, all the same feelings and thoughts. It is a prison, this system is a prison. It really isn't much different from being an 8 year old with sticky fingers trapped in a classroom for 8 hours a day. Being told when you can eat lunch and go to the bathroom. No wonder our society is dropping dead of diseases, cause everyone is in this detrimental system that is slowly killing us.

So why? well I will tell you why.....Greed and control! Here we are back in the same loop I was in last few years. The most amusing part of this is the reeling people in with promises of lots of money for doing this work. Ultimately you lose your freedom and further down the line your sanity. For what? money? Each day, part of your soul is sucked out of your body. This system is essentially soul stealing

( maybe a little dramatic? lol.) This is where my heart goes out for people that are trapped to just pay their bills, I get it.

Step one create a society that thrives on keeping up with the Jones. Step two trap them and control them. Step three make it impossible for them to leave by making lives cost more then they are possibly making.

Honestly that sounds like maybe earth is hell, no? Oh I forgot the part about where you cant be a free thinker, so shove that down your throat also. What people in these industries don't realize you can have freedom, happiness and you can make it all yourself!

Standing in an industrial setting for ten hours a day it is interesting how I could find beauty and comedy in the art my mind was creating. I wanted a drawing pad so bad as the inspiration was flowing around. The pure comedy of the fact that people like me as my job title was to stand around for 10 hours a day and do absolutely nothing. Unless by chance someone was going to grind or cut metal. Then my job was to make sure nothing lit on fire. Like serious? This was an ultimate test of patience on my part, I cant sit still for more then 10 mins on a daily basis.

So yes lessons were learned in this experience, and for that is the one thing I am grateful for. I have come out my five days of prison time in industry with heaps more gratitude for freedom. Maybe my new mission is to help others realize the fact they also can have freedom if they use their minds.

My last straw was when I was put in danger, wearing a mask that wasn’t sealed, exposed to gases that could kill me. All because the foreman was obviously not paying attention to protocol, after I stated what needed to be done. So yeah that was breaking point……

As I was driving home from my last day after knowing I was never going back, I realized how beautiful trees truly are. How grateful I am to be a free thinker, a rebel against control and a system that is killing us.

Sending a Fayerie into an industrial revolutionary time was a mistake, what are we doing on this planet anyway? SO thanks Uranus for the lesson. I have got that under my belt now, but I still got some figuring out what I am exactly doing here on this earth at this time.......

I urge each one of you in this time to get out of your comfort zone, try something completely out there. These life lessons are really incredible, oh yeah and F$%# the system........Over and out, radio drop.

I am going to walk in the trees to cleanse my self of the system, oh an maybe a bit of heavy metals too.