By Anna Von Reitz
There are people all over the world asking me what I want?
They ask me what I want, and they sit back in their chairs like the audience in a movie theater at the end of the opening credits, waiting for the real show to begin, but no answer comes.
Oh, I mean, it's clear that they are waiting for something either like a personal laundry list of the kind, "A new BMW, a winter home in a large safe compound on the French Riviera, the restoration of my family castle in Italy, an annual income of at least $100 million for my retirement......" or, else, something vacuous and vague and idealistic, like, "World peace."
And always underlying this expectation, appears to be the taken-for-granted idea that there has to be some agenda, some reason, some selfish personal motivation behind what I do, and if I just tell them what that is, they will (a) be able to figure out what makes me tick, and (b) evaluate whether they can or will provide whatever it is I want, and (c) potentially secure my assistance by giving me what I want--- also known as, buy me off.
That is, after all, as they make clear, the quid pro quo of existence on this planet. Everybody wants something. Give them what they want, and they will do what you want. Back scratching. Grooming. Call it what you will, that is the world that everyone knows and nobody loves, but the way the world works nonetheless.