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Friend gets a job. No small feat around here, and so I'm getting the details, it's more than a little unbelievable.
The title, maybe "Customer Service", but a more accurate description might be "Energy Shaman". Working for a small company out of Nelson that directs "Energy" or "Positive Thought" or "Intention" or "Prayers" towards $50/month "Subscribers", the benefits of the program include greater wellness and life-satisfaction, etc, etc.
Vague, unsubstantiated benefits that can only be brought to light when you call customer service to cancel your subscription.
It's clearly a scam, and she knows it, and - gathering from the comments of the "trainers" - they know it too, but - hey - it's a job. And apparently all this energy being directed needs a lot of computers and programs so you can input information and route it accordingly - the energy can't go unsolicited, or it may cause harm...
I'm not making this up.
I listen, and ask questions, I sort of have my head around it, but it gets better and better...
8000 Subscribers. $50.00 a month. That's a 5 Million$$ dollar a year business, with 20 or so employees.
The owners of the company - "The Founders", they've built a machine - "A Machine", that routes the energy accordingly. She's asked about it, apparently no one has ever seen it, some say it's at the owner's place, other's that it's somewhere in the US, but they're surprised, when she asks, as if none of them ever thought to ask the same question themselves, then they "shhh" her, the machine, it's not to be discussed, too many questions and you don't want to appear incredulous...
I want to get Jon Ronson onto this, he'd love it, just hearing about it is making me anxious, what would it do for him?
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This was a long standing indefinite plan with the owner's son, that if we survived the summer we'd head off camping and drop some acid.
I agreed, mid summer and fall were yet a long ways away.
October, fall-winter, and the time is nigh. This is the unthinking contract penned with the devil come to fruition.
The first snowfall, I pick up him and his dogs and we head up. Halfway Hot Springs. He's packed everything, dogs, etc. and they pile into the recently cleaned/spotless jeep...
"Spotless" is a bit much, I agree, but for me it was pretty damned good and that's all that matters. And there's a dog-smell, that fills the jeep, and - well, wet dogs, they're not my dogs. Nice dogs, not my dogs.
The drive, a fresh snowfall, lots of vehicles in the ditch. I'm a bit sensitive to this, I've been on ice too many times, slipping, sliding, brakes on full and falling downhill...the abundant cars and trucks off the road on the way don't reassure me. We stop to help a Quebecois, there's always one, trapped sliding down a hill on the logging road, and the jeep slides, almost completes the job he'd begun, finally gains some traction on the sand we've shoveled out for him.
And to the hotsprings. A beautiful place, hot water, various pools to heat up and chill out in, drop our acid, and that's it. I shut him down, this trip, wasn't for him, I'd rather have not dragged him along, and maybe in his own way he's sensing it, he keeps asking me inane questions to which I can only growl.
The next morning, partially restored after too little sleep in the jeep, waking him in his tent, my feet, frozen solid blocks in my shoes, "Get UP GET UP", the long quiet ride back to Balfour.
I knew better, didn't want to be rude, a great time with anyone else, it's me, not him, but I've seldom found anyone with so little I could connect to about.
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, taking advantage of the remote learning opportunities afforded by her university, moved to Vancouver in the summer, since when she's tried to find some jobs.
And, one particularly ill-starred weekend a few weeks ago she reported that she had not 1 - but 3 jobs lined up.
The first - hostessing at a fine Italian restaurant. Which didn't work out because she described the manager as an ass-hole. Been there, done that, way too often.
So on to the next job - working in a warehouse. I warn her about this - mind-numbing work. But she does the orientation, then, on her first day she discovers just how mind-numbing it is. This, compounded with her supervisor telling her that as she's the only woman working there she can expect to be sexually assaulted, and that these are the people she should contact when it happens. Not "if" - but "When...".
Still one last job to try - a door-to-door soliciting position, commission, fundraising for various charities. And this is the interesting one, she likes it, not because of the job itself - she's well aware it's a scam, but because of the high-pressure sales tactics, and the obvious differences between those who are good at it and those who aren't.
This is the state of the economy...
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And, out with Dagmar, a couple of readings given, the first, a single card drawn from the Mayan Oracle:
"I am Eb,
the grail sought by all adventurers on the quest.
I am the luxuriant emptiness and passionate abundance of the cosmic cornucopia. I send to you the golden vortex of galactic gifts. I am the substance of the mind transformed into shafts of radiant light, moving into infinite spirals to create the magnificence of the chalice.
My center is emptiness, that I may encompass all things. My open chalice is suspended beyond time and space, and my abundant treasures fill your expanding parameters with the transforming elixir of the gods, the opulence of the oasis that flows from the infinite heart of stillness.
Witness now my harvest as it makes ready to fill you. Transcendent bliss and pure consciousness merge in a dazzling panoply of sound and color From the one fountain of brilliant light, deepest truth and purest love fan out in rapturous movement, penetrating, quickening in their spiral descent to your mind.
Sheer ecstasy and omnipotent being, the celestial beloved turns to a home it never left. Have you unthinkingly created and sought only what you have always had? Within illusion's marketplace, have you ever summoned only empty forms? Simply open to receive my bountiful gifts! Your circuits are being prepared for transformation.
Breathe in. Invite the natural quickening of love's harvest. Sense the golden shaft of light connecting us in natural resonance and harmony. You are the luminosity of higher mind penetrating the foundation of form."
You are the chalice. From the goblet of the gods, fill thy cup. The horn of plenty is laid before you. It is the pleasure of heaven to fill you to overflowing with your heart's desire! Breathe easily. Rejoice at the ease with which the alchemical transmutation takes place, turning baser materials into gold. It is already so. You are, in this moment, the golden fruits of love's harvest come!"
The next, 3 large cards drawn from the "Oh" deck, with 3 small image cards lain on top.
I'm not a fan, particularly, but I have to be amazed at how well the images suit the text.
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So, at home after a fruitless prospecting trip, I'm again searching for the Fluorite Vein, at 5 Mile Point , this time online. And I came across this gem of a document, a prospectors report of a claim he had, which he believed held a lost mine of riches. These are submitted to the Government as "Proof of Work" on claim, there's tens of thousands online. But this one stood out - a few of the highlights below:
It's gold, everything from the "untitled placemark" to the "Whole area bright Purple and Green rock formation" and the slanted pasted on Fig 37. He didn't actually climb up to the rock, he's just trying to imply it's fluorite.
It goes on and on, a surreal mockery of a prospecting document drawn up by a confirmed lunatic.
You can read the entire thing here: https://aris.empr.gov.bc.ca/ArisReports/32678.PDF