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It’s January 1, 2050, so I do what I do every year at this time—I take my kids into the mountains.
It’s cold, so we bundle up. They say snowfalls were normal this year for the fourth year in a row.
My kids are grown, and this is the first year that one of them has a kid of her own along.
Together, we yell as loudly as we can into the valley, the woods, and then we laugh. My kids are
almost old enough to remember why we do this every year, but I still like to explain it to them.
They listen patiently as I tell them how we learned to use our voices, how that changed
everything.

It’s true that some people were always serious about change, about making the world a better
place, but I feel like it was only about twenty-five years ago that more and more of us started
speaking up, that more of us got louder. I’ve thought back on it so many times, asking myself,
“Seriously, we did that? How did we do that?” And I keep coming back to that one thing. That we
used our own, unique voices. It was like a concert, where one voice starts up in the silence,
then others join and a chorus grows until the walls are shaking with the power of those beautiful
human voices. Together.

Here’s what happened.
I used to have a quiet voice. No one believes that anymore, but it’s true. I often felt small and
sort of powerless, especially when I looked at the world around me and the things that seemed
to be going wrong with it. I had some ideas, but I didn’t talk about them. I didn’t connect. I
stayed quiet. Then one day I saw some writers online, and they were using their voices to ask,
“What are we going to do? What are you going to do?”

I said to myself, quietly but out loud: “I do have an idea. I’d like to change how we approach
fashion.”

It was a little idea, really. One industry. One business. It didn’t seem world-changing. And still, I
was so, so intimidated. I had no business experience. I didn’t work in the fashion industry. I had
no safety net and, like everyone, I needed money to live. Starting a business seemed like it was
something you get to do if you’re already rich or powerful.

Right about that time was peak fast fashion. Maybe you remember? People would order
massive hauls of really cheap clothing and unpack it, posting the videos so everyone else could
see what they bought and be inspired to buy their own pile of clothes that might not last six
months. I’d see articles on the news about beaches in Ghana and deserts in Chile buried
beneath piles of old textiles. Clothes were everywhere, we all had a full closet, and still
companies were cranking out more, more, more.

I was just like everyone else—still am!—and I liked to dress well. I liked getting new clothes, I
just didn’t love the fact that there was so much clothing already out there that was going to
waste and I couldn’t bear the idea that people in poorer countries than mine were being
exploited to make clothes for us. I also felt like the world was experiencing so many problems,
collectively, and we’d need collective solutions. Something with community at its heart.

So in the end I didn’t start a company, not exactly. I started a club, the first Circularity Club. The
first location, in those early days, was a bright, welcoming place where members could take part
in redefining fashion. People started to drop off the clothes they didn’t want or need anymore,
and they could pick up something fun and new that someone else had left. They left clothes and
took clothes, and rather than pay by the item they paid a small amount—like the cost of a beer
at the bar, or a couple of cups of coffee—every month. My company also took the clothes that
were too worn and turned them into new things—pillows, blankets, we even invented ways to
make building materials and rope. We reached out to construction companies, furniture makers,
and interior designers to see if they could use what we made, if they had any ideas of their own
for recycled and repurposed materials. They were excited, took what we made and asked for
more.

A community grew, and the club became a space for gathering. Members met up and talked.
We held events where people shared ideas about their own visions of a more sustainable,
healthier world. Everyone’s voice could be heard. The club was working with the people, rather
than exploiting them for more money.

And guess what? The industry changed. Circularity Clubs around the world reduced textile
waste and also spread the word about new clothing startups, ones that make sustainable
options, designed to be shared or reused, repurposed or returned to the Earth that it was grown
from. So many people were members of Circularity Clubs that it became necessary, if a fashion
brand wanted to survive, that they create only durable, fair-trade, and environmentally-friendly
clothing.

It was one of the first times that people felt hope that an industry that had been wreaking havoc
around the world and causing unimaginable environmental damage could be changed—and it
was us, the consumers, that would make the difference. Those first clubs were a big, loud “NO”
to fast fashion.

But it didn’t stop at fashion. Here’s what’s amazing about people: when you build a community
that creates space for new voices, for louder voices, the ideas get better, more organized, and
more powerful. We started to ask, “If my clothing can be good for the earth, why aren’t my
shoes? Why aren’t my electronics and appliances and my children’s toys?” And then, “How can
we improve the food we eat and the energy we use?”

Circularity Clubs began programs to re-purpose, swap, and repair so many of the products we
use in our daily lives. Members wrote letters to their governments, opinion pieces, and books
that insisted on sustainable, livable communities and healthy circular and “de-growth”
economies. They started their own companies that embodied those values. Corporations, afraid
of being left behind, scrambled to prove that their products were the MOST sustainable, the
MOST repairable, the MOST recyclable. Plastic began disappearing from our oceans and our
air and water got cleaner. Our food got healthier. And as factory production slowed down, the
demand for energy dropped worldwide.

Another interesting thing happened: as products got more sustainable and consumers insisted
that the people who made them got fair wages, global inequality started to vanish. It made more
economic sense to grow quality food close to home in the clean land and clean water we all had
access to. Global migration changed, too—people could move for love or family if they wanted,
but they no longer had to flee their homeland due to drought or sickness or industrial pollution.
Every country could offer its citizens good jobs and healthy environments. With the increase in
health and prosperity worldwide, the world became a safer, more peaceful place.

If you described to kids in school today how much stuff we used to make and buy and throw in
the trash, they might not believe you, and that thought makes me happy. I didn’t know how to
clean up the beaches of Ghana or take on the fashion industry. But I was a part of building the
circular economy that now influences the ways in which we manufacture, buy, sell, and dispose
of goods. The small behaviors of lots of people, multiplied throughout the world, created
change.

Opening a business with the goal of changing the world is scary. Speaking up and without
knowing you’ll be listened to is intimidating. I used my voice to share my ideas and create a
community. My community used their voices and shared their ideas. And gradually more of us
stood up to make things happen. We put our ideas into the world, in concrete form, and we
found out that together we were not small. We were not poor. And we were not weak.

It’s a lesson I want to remember, and that I want my kids and grandkids to remember. Which is
why, this wintry January first, I go with my kids and my first grandchild into the mountains. We
yell as loud as we can to remind ourselves, and everyone who hears us, that we have voices.
That when we use them, things change.

January 1, 2050 The Age of Aquarius, Period 9, The Kingdom of Conscious Souls, fill in the blank, I was there, I chose to become the wave.  I saw that all along I had been guided and blessed by helpers.  This was bigger than me and my intention was everything.  I was not alone and I always had choice.  So realizing the big picture, I chose intending the highest good for all as my joyous expression.  This took many forms: I consciously wove this intention at work as a truck driver, on stages as a stand-up comedian, on my podcast “Blanking” chatting with guests, at the grocery store, while eating grapes, while scrolling Instagram, while chatting with friends and strangers, while lying down to sleep in treasured dreams, while buying art and apparel on Etsy, with my bare feet in the grass looking at the stars, while fasting to detoxify the body and listening to the wind. That was the invisible domino that changed everything.  It was always coming, and when it came, the lie that “we are here to conquer earth” dissolved into the truth that “we are part of the whole.”  By choosing a simple intention that brought sufficient energy to every situation, ego, fear and glut collapsed under the weight of its own boredom.  We always wanted this, but we had felt lost, forgetting our compass.  I found my compass, my choice, my intention, the thread weaving ALL together.  By calling for the highest good of ALL I breathed love on the suffering around me and the resonance of that truth spread throughout Earth, as one by one people felt and remembered our interconnectedness.  I was not alone.  Help is always there.

Special Journal Entry JANUARY 1, 2050 Saturday If Conscious Love Is the WHAT? or the WHY? The HOW? is met( ͭ )apump ‘Infinite’ I to I Naturally, waking up this morning to realise it’s actually the 1st of January 2050 felt off-the-scale surreal, meta, super-déjà-vu-ish – given that essay competition I entered at what was such a delicate point in my own life and did seem the twilight of anything we might call civil society on Earth. But I, we, haven’t just survived. Our species has patently EVOLVED. And it isn’t simply DESPITE the way everything was back in 2024 – but critically BECAUSE of it all. For a start, it might have seemed so ironic that there were cash prizes involved. Yes – a cash prize was offered for the thing that essentially saved the world of its rabid materialism. How crazy is that?! This is surely one of life’s greatest unfathomable mysteries – like a bottle of champagne being offered to whichever alcoholic could solve alcoholism, right…? Where logic might suggest it was absolutely doomed to not just failure but screaming disaster. Yet if we’d only ever stuck with logic, where would we be? Surely not thriving as we now are! So what happened? What did I do?! I came up with what some called the ‘Second Most Important Invention in Human History’. The first being the wheel. What others called THE most important… Though in a sense it wasn’t an ‘invention’ as such at all. A Saviour of our kind? That’s what some said. In any event, it was the thing that made all the difference: the met( ͭ )apump ~ this veritable neuro-psycho-spiritual ‘Internal Combustion Engine’! SO EASY TO GRASP YET SO PROFOUNDLY EFFECTIVE!!! Because it wasn’t, isn’t, just an idea, an intellectual meme. Because it was and is a source of energy – an ever-accessible, usable, inexhaustible thing that always makes some degree of difference. However noticeable or unnoticeable it might at first be to others, since 2024 it’s increasingly come to be known with the understanding that without some pumping of ENERGIES being involved it effectively DOESN’T EXIST. With energies, it could move mountains. Without energies, it couldn’t make a hole in a wet paper bag. And with enough people realistically grasping this, soon enough the right kind of mountains started to be moved… Being on the brink of such mass-scale disaster gave us the focus that we otherwise would never have had – nothing less than that power of focus that was essential to change the dynamic of how it was all going… So… Met( ͭ )apumps energetically connected all the world’s religions, mystical traditions, spiritual approaches, all the best of humanities as they’d never been so connected before – each finding its own weddings with physics, biology, neuroscience, psychology… All the ‘HOW?’s people could ask could all at once be answered with this critical KNOWHOW – this core common denominator of understanding that without such pumps, nothing we were aspiring towards could be done. Like loving one’s enemies – literally impossible without met( ͭ )apumps. Of course, people didn’t even believe in the power of the met( ͭ )apump except insofar as such pumps had taken place within them ~ AS WE BELIEVE, SO WE PUMP… And so, believed, the unbelievable happened and spread far and wide – people’s met( ͭ )apumps CONSCIOUSLY ALTERING CONSCIOUSNESS – straddling energies, pumping ideas; straddling ideas, pumping energies…. Pumping META – multivalently, self-observantly, transformationally… Pumping METTA – the ever-present living potential of loving kindness. All that could be imaginally-actually pumped! Heartfulness and Mindfulness meeting and melding like Gaia and God – or, as different people came to put it, like Jesus and Buddha, Maria and Caroline, Kabbalist and Sufi, and so on – every person’s met( ͭ )apumps helping activate those of others… As a kind of ‘missing evolutionary link’ for affective energies…. And the rest, as they say, is history. With met( ͭ )apumps, we saved the Amazon, restored ecological balances, climate stability – notwithstanding the likes of the MEGA-BIG BUSINE$$ giants of thirty years ago – like the Amazons of the world’s Bezoses. Through this subtlest ‘X’ factor we found our way to the key human determinants impacting the lives of our own and other species, leveraging rights issues worldwide, evolving sustainable energy production – notwithstanding all the impacts of eXce$$es like those of the world’s Musks. Yes ~ we realised the met( ͭ )a within ourselves – notwithstanding what came of the Meta of the world’s Zuckerbergs. With all the pressures at play in 2024, with the met( ͭ )apump and all it invisibly and visibly, silently and sonorously pumped from WITHIN, we began turning back the tide, retrieving humanity’s societies and the planet’s ecosystems from the All-Consuming Mega-Machines of Consumer Mind & Culture. Oh yes. The hitherto unknown, unbelievable or absurd became the known, the self-evident, the vital. Because, met( ͭ )apump or not, we were, are and will always be RIDDLED with ‘pumps’ – perception-pointed, perception-pointing, affect-animated, affect-animating mechanisms. Like breathing, like imagining, these work ongoingly whether we consciously engage with them or not. And with all that was spelt our ‘at large’ and ‘at small’ in 2024, we could clearly enough see and grasp that we COULD so see and grasp them! Engaging with our feelings, with all the energy of our moods, our attitudes, our desperate fears and hopes, we could PUMP THESE PUMPS!! Separating ourselves from ourselves, declutching, re-engaging, connecting with ourselves that much more deeply…. So that’s what happened. – that’s what WE did. And now – LOOK WHERE IT’S GOT US!!!! Time for a bit of celebratory verse, I reckon… Met( ͭ )apump presence through pneumatic oxymoron to ever re-get to grips with as a romance with a war on Effable-ineffable wild-‘wild’ symmetrical lexicon luck like a field made met( ͭ )a physical as quasi-con (Oh yes – back in 2024, how many at first thought it was just some con…. ?!!)

January 1, 2050

Report by Chimenem Wodi on the great ideas that led to us becoming the cooperative society that we are:

It is trite to state that even a rudimentary collective consciousness that is shared between wolves in a pack as they are hunting cooperatively provides a staggering advantage. In lions too, the pride is far greater than the sum of its individuals. In the same vein, collective human consciousness can produce historical events as the moon landing.

In the dark days of 2024 when the survival of humanity was in question, the web of relations that gave life meaning came to be disrupted. The challenge was to transform our ways of conceiving human relations that was based on a little more than utility, greed, and competition to one based on felt connection and cultural continuity. Humanity saw the dire need to transform a greedy populace into an altruistic one.

It was at this time that I was fortunate to read a book authored by Dr. Iain McGilchrist entitled “The Master and His Emissary: A Divided Brain and The Making of the Western World.” In the past, I read works of very penetrating minds on western civilization such as A.E. North Whitehead’s Adventure of Ideas but Whitehead did not make me descend my Ivory tower of imagination. It was not until I came across McGilchrist’ “The Master and His Emissary: A Divided Brain and The Making of the Western World.” Where McGilchrist practically led me by the hand as I descended my imaginary tower by bridging the mind/brain (to say it differently, matter/consciousness) relationship with the human brain as an apt metaphor. He then showed me how the collective intelligence out there in nature resonates with our collective consciousness as a society or community. While using the metaphor of the brain, he demonstrated various ways of conceiving society and the consequences when we privilege a certain way of thinking that is characterised by greed competition which he called left brain/hemisphere mode as opposed to a rather altruistic mode of appreciating the intricate web of connectedness in our relationship as a society which he called the right brain/hemisphere. In guiding me through his teachings which I call “brain hemispherics as a means to truth.” He also showed me the periods of the renaissance, enlightenment and post-industrial age and how a society that was right hemisphere oriented brought about the beautiful period of the Renaissance. After helping me bridge the mind/matter divide and leading me on the path of truth. I restlessly waited to get hold of the sequel to the Master and His Emissary entitled: “The Matter With Things: Our Brains, Our Delusions, and the Unmaking of the World.” After reading The Matter With Things, I imagined that in my own little way, I could steer humanity away from the dangerous iceberg of greed and competition to a more altruistic society by seeking out a right hemisphere mode of conceiving society and our relationships. By doing so, perhaps I would be taking on the charge in the concluding page of the epilogue of Dr. McGilchrist’ tome where he quoted the seventeenth century priest and physician Angelus Silesius thus:

“Friend, that is surely enough. And should you want to read more, Then go and become yourself the words, and yourself the Being.”

I was able to apply the teachings of Dr. McGilchrist in my household/local community by prioritizing a right hemisphere mode of conceiving the world. A way of thinking that saw our community as one in harmony with nature, intrinsically connected in our relationships and our relationships as being ontologically prior to the relata. Over time my household and later on our community increasingly saw the need for prioritizing/placing higher values of truth, goodness and beauty at the apex of our pyramid of values, while greed, competition, deception, and utility was placed at the bottom of the pyramid. My local community became free of certain vices as we sought the best ourselves in this process of transmutation from basic instincts of utility, and greed to enduring values of goodness, truth and beauty. This further illuminated on the importance of local institutions that were disregarded in the yesteryears because we saw the value of things only from the lens of utility.

Fast-forward to 2050, our local community is one where people appreciate the place of good values in their dealings with their neighbours, there is a sense of shared connection and kinship in community, the reverence for culture, a sense of belonging to a place, and a sense of the sacred. Today I am glad that my willingness to embrace the charge of Dr. Iain McGilchrist set off an initiative that revolutionised my local community. Now in 2050  it is only a delight to see humanity in this track that is set to hand over the baton of an altruistic society to the future generation.

How I saved the world… but not by Myself By Mark Campbell In 2024, I wrote a book about Joy that changed everything for me and a lot of other people. Now it is the first day of the year 2050 and, because of that book, I feel like a child heading to a giant toy store. The lines on my face though tell a little different story and so do the heavy bags under my eyes, unless I am wearing my glasses. I have left the spectacles behind today so that I might take the rays of the sun directly into me along with the wonderful crispness of the morning air in this newly revitalized city. I will just have to remember to smile so that I do not scare small children. “Can I hold your face!” Did I hear that right? I look over and there is a small boy with a red toque on his head eagerly taking off his matching red mittens. He is beaming up at me as his mother struggles to regain her balance after being forced to stop so suddenly. She laughs and bends partly over the boy as she places her hand lightly on his shoulder. Her lithe body curls forward and then straightens up in a smile. “He must really like you!” She says after gathering her breath again. “I’m okay with it if you’re okay.” It is an unexpected offering but I will not refuse it since it is the young who have blossomed the most in this more connected world that we have become. As soon as I start to bend, my body reminds me that I will be ninety-two next month. I continue downwards anyway, through the expected pain in my hip and the unexpected pain in my shoulder until my knee touches the cold cement a foot away from the boy who immediately clamps both of his hands onto my temples. He stares first into one eye and I can feel his essence immediately. He is ancient and full of a mystery that pours into me through the left pupil upon which his gaze is fixed. He switches unexpectedly to the other eye and I am swept away by a giddiness that rushes up through my toes and my chest to the top of my head and sends me floating above the three of us. My right side tingles as healing hormones rush through my blood. This never gets old. He flips back and forth several times more, from one eye to the other in what feels like an eternity that ends much too quickly. He releases me and bows slightly with his head. “Thank you for sharing your essence with me. You are wonderful.” I return the nod. “The honor is all mine little one.” As soon as I say it, I want to correct myself but there is nothing to correct even though my body-mind senses that he is an ancient presence. I stand instead, only a little surprised that there is no pain and the movement is both smooth and strong. I have been renewed by his gift and my body-mind revels in the feeling of it as I look into the tear-filled eyes of his mother. It is always very moving to witness an interaction like this one. We exchange warm looks and nods as her essence briefly flows through mine and firmly connects my feet to the ground beneath me. Another gift. I continue along the sidewalk in wonderment of how much the world has changed in the past twenty-six years. There has not been a war or even a rumor of a war for over ten years now and I have not seen a homeless person in at least as long. Did I actually have a hand in this transformation? Can I truly say that without sounding too conceited, even to myself? I ponder the question for a while before I smile and say out loud “Yes I did!” It all began with that contest to explain how you would save the world. I remember being very excited to learn that so many others were focused on the same thing that had been plaguing me for many years and I knew exactly what I was going to do. I first wrote about what I was going to do then I actually went out and did it. I wrote a book in less than two months that explained how people could get the most joy out of their lives. The Guts of the Heart quickly became a New York Times best-seller and sold over eight million copies. In the book I laid out how it was possible to follow the beckoning of your heart towards joy while doing the best you could for the world around you. I went even further and showed that you could not do the best for the world around you without following the beckoning of your heart and the true scent of joy wherever it led. Naturally, people compared it with the works of Frederick Nietzche but they were only partially right in doing that. Although I do sense that Nietzche wanted people to experience as much joy as they could, I think he missed out on the biggest sources of joy and I showed that in the book. Even so, I don’t fault him since he inspired me and many others like me to pursue our joy. The problem was that our culture and almost all organized religions seemed to suggest that it was somehow wrong to derive joy and tangible benefits from caring for those around us. That was the key – learning how to access a deep and lasting joy by first caring for yourself and then engaging fully with the body-mind as you sought out the true essence of those around you using practices that focused on truth, vulnerability, and courage. Once these practices were revealed, people began to experience a true lasting joy that exceeded anything they had felt before and it was only accessible by sharing in the true essence of the other people around you. Immediately there were copycats who claimed they had a shortcut to this same joy. Some had a measured success but in time they all failed to achieve even a fraction of the joy that true practitioners were experiencing. As con artists attempted to game the system, they were either ignored or converted as their practices came too close to the real thing. But my book was only the beginning of the transformation. Soon many other books, movies, songs, and works of art exploded onto the scene with an impact that dwarfed the launch of my work. The book How to Have the Best Intimate Sex of Your Life sold over twenty million copies and was loosely based on the practices outlined in my book. Divorce rates dropped off only a year after the book came out while the porn industry suffered a total collapse two years after that. I was grateful to the author for both the positive changes she brought about in the world and the relative freedom her fame offered me as a past celebrity. How to Crush the Competition was the very unlikely name of a book that taught employers how transparency and care could facilitate a productive workplace with committed employees and fiercely loyal customers using some of the practices I had outlined. Companies who adopted the practices quickly outcompeted all others who refused to change. Again, there were those who tried to fake their way but they met with only marginal success after heavily investing with consultants who promised that they could guide them through a process of joy-washing as it came to be known. In the end, it became impossible to fake the personal rewards of the joy practices since they became so prominent and recognizable in the body as people got better at it. Healing and longevity quickly became the most noticeable and sought-after side effects but the actual personal embodied experience of joy was the biggest payoff that allowed the cultural movement to sweep the globe in less than fifteen years with an almost religious fervor. It turns out that the ancient religions were a paradox that took us close to the point of experiencing this same phenomenon while at the same time providing the impassable barrier that prevented us from getting there. How was it that a religion that held Love thy neighbour as thyself as the highest commandment could at the same time direct that you should not gain any personal reward in doing so? Because of this, we have been prevented from reaping the highest rewards of being human – experiencing a real and intense healing and empowering love with everyone else on earth. As I near the next corner, two young men embrace and then head their separate ways. “Don’t sell out!” the one says. The other replies “Yean man! Don’t sell out!” He then heads down the sidewalk towards me. I smile as I recognize the words as a reference to a practice that I helped to popularize. It sometimes feels like these practices have become part of a new religion but to me, it is much more like truth and science. I close my eyes and silently go through the steps. They flow through me now as one embodied experience: 1. Ask what came before the birth of the universe and what comes after death while dropping all of the stories that made you feel safe with this question and breathe deeply into the truth of the answer I don’t know while allowing the peace of that truth to flow up through you. 2. Turn your attention to the you that is receiving this mystery of everything and breathe into the truth of the mystery that is your own being while feeling the energy and joy there that is your essence. 3. Now experience everything and everyone around you in this way while allowing the joy and healing of their unique essence to permeate your own essence. The saying “Don’t sell out” came later as people used the term to refer to what was routinely marketed as joy all around us. Money, casual sex, and material possessions still have a magnetic pull even today although their marketing has dwindled to almost nothing. And yet the term is a reminder of the true, powerful, and lasting joy that is always available as a healing gift of the present moment. As I open my eyes, I notice that the young man has stopped two feet in front of me. He extends his right arm and I grasp his forearm as he grasps mine. He closes his eyes for a second and takes a deep breath before reopening them and staring warmly at me for a few moments. He smiles, releases me, nods his head, and moves on. I am renewed by his essence and feel a wrinkle or two straighten out on my face. Maybe I am not so scary looking after all.

I have done so much regarding doing my part to help humanity live in the wonderful society that we live in here in 2050. I knew that if I changed as a person, the world would follow and change around me by virtue of the facts that everything is a fractal of everything else and everything exists as a manifestation of both individual and collective consciousness. By following the golden rule of “treat others how you want to be treated” and meditating daily with the intent to spread love everywhere, it was only natural that everything that I experienced in my life would be of a love-based nature. As the days went on, I did things little by little for improvement, knowing that trying too hard all at once would be too hard and too much of a shock to the system. As I meditated, I asked that thoughts come to me to help me eliminate that which no longer serverd me as well as thoughts that would lead me on the best timeline for living a happy life on easy street (or the closest thing to it.) I made good on following the thoughts that came to me, and my world and the world around me changed for the better. Realizing that there are better ways to help the world than just meditating in nature all day long, I knew that being active would be a great way to improve the world. I kept interviewing people for my internet radio show about the nature of reality, and the more people who saw my show, the more humanity awakened as a whole. I kept in mind what I heard someone once say that if you wake up 1 person you can cause a “disturbance in the force” which can wake up 1000 people. The fractal nature of reality makes this possible. Being active in the community was always something I enjoyed doing, and making my presence felt at rallies and conferences played a big role in waking up other people. I also attended events that would heal me and expand my consciousness, such as visiting metaphysical centers where the speakers and healers would do healings on people. The most significant thing I did was learn that if I ever wanted to see the day where money would no longer exist, I and the rest of my fellow humans would need to realize that acting as a service-to-others entity will bring rewards that money cannot bring, and being a service-to-self entity is beneficial but is nowhere near as good at changing the world for the better like being a service-to-others entity. Humanity was able to live in the free world that we live in here in 2050 because we learned that just because money doesn’t exist doesn’t mean humanity must work for free. There is no such thing as “working for free” because even in a society without money, working as a service-to-others entity brings good things to all and makes life worth living.