How am I out of Hell? Why, Faustus, this IS Hell, nor are we out of it, and what’s more, none but Lucifer knows that Hell IS Hell.” Well, Hell, THAT’S a relief — I thought I was the only one who knew that Hell is Hell.
But wait a moment — if none but Lucifer knows that Hell is Hell, and I know that Hell is Hell, who am I? But then, if we ALL know that Hell is Hell, who the Hell are we?
And if this comes as no surprise to you, who the Hell are YOU?
More importantly, how are you going to make a living in Hell? I define “Hell” as “a Place with No Business Opportunities.”
I define it as a 16’x24′ office and an equally tiny jewelry studio. In the main building, I have a painting studio that measures 24’x32′ and is barely enough to contain the larger painted backdrops I make for jazz musicians at various venues and yes, I’m still doing that.
As a matter of fact, the Jazz Association asked if we could send some paintings down for a number of concerts — I don’t think those are happening anymore due to the outbreak, but imagine what a concert like that would look like in the virtual ashram.
It might be pretty spectacular, and did you know, you can broadcast LIVE from any of the stages in the ashram?
You can also perform busking ceremonies there, meaning you can hustle passers-by for virtual drinks by performing live in-game. It’s actually pretty damn good, and the body movements and facial expressions are built-in.
My microphone has a variety of actions that are programmed into it, selectable by the performer, who can also control the lighting and other aspects of the performance.
You can ship these packets of gold-bearing dirt out without harm, but you can’t demonstrate how to pan, and you can’t set up the panning booth for someone who isn’t there.
How do you GET the gold-bearing dirt in the first place? You need a gold mine and some hot places to dig inside that mine, plus a LOT of endurance and patience and skill.
I can personally guarantee that every single one of my packets contains SOME river gold, and it’s not all that easy to make that happen, but if you do, you’ll have a smashing business with the gold bearing paydirt, not to mention that you could pan it yourself if you wanted to cash in straight across, but it’s better to sell it for a dollar and let them test their luck today.
You can view your morning panning exercise as a measure of how the day is going to go, and it’s never wrong.
The lure of the gold itself is a way to sell it, but there are so many other aspects, I’m sure you’ll find something really incredible that can come out of the simple action of panning for gold, something that goes back as far as ancient humans, and maybe further, if the claims of ancient alien visitors are anything to go by.
Of course, with nobody on the street and no gatherings whatever, you’ll have to find a whole new way to market the gold-bearing dirt and get people locked in at home to actually find a way to pan the stuff.
It also sells well as just plain “Gold-Bearing Dirt” that you put into a locket or capsule, and that works, too, but what if your client wants to actually pan the gold out?
First of all, there are instructional videos, but there’s also ZOOM and a variety of other contact media that you can employ to give instruction, and most of those services do allow you to see the other party, so you can correct mistakes as you see them.
This also works well with online art and dance classes, and even jewelry instruction, if your online camera is equipped with a macro lens or you have some way to get extreme closeups of your work and your hand-motions — this is important, and cannot be overlooked.
No matter who you are or where you live or what you actually DO for a living, it won’t be the same for quite a while, and you’d better find a way to earn the wherewithal to keep food on the table and roof over the head. It doesn’t work the other way — roof on the table, food over the head. Believe me, I’ve tried.
Coronaworld is a different world.
You’re locked up in a small space, and from there you have to somehow make a living, with everyone around you in the same bucket.
Who would want to buy ANYTHING at this time beyond toilet paper and hand and surface wipes and other exotic disinfectants?
I’m not entirely sure what good the toilet paper does, but it’s the most popular item on the list of stuffers, stashers and hoarders.
I think that’s going a bit overboard, hoarding toilet tissues — however, I do have several dozen truckloads of it out back, all of which is for sale.
Okay, so jokes aside, to whom do you sell, if everyone’s in the same boat?
First of all, they’re not all in the same boat. In any emergency except a revolution, the rich always seem to find safe haven.
So all you need to do is become rich. Let me know when this happens — I want to talk to you about some annuities and an End-of-Life Celebration.
Oh, didn’t I tell you? That’s our specialty. End of Life Celebrations introduce the family to the world of the Afterlife, and offer an ideal opportunity to make friends on the Other Side, most of whom earn an Afterliving in the food service sector, as you’ll see in “Defending Your Life”, a fairly accurate picture of what happens immediately after you die.
From there, it can only get better.
One of the things people like best is portraits of themselves, evidenced these days by the immense popularity of the “selfie”, which has now evolved or transmogrified into a photo of YOU taken by anyone whose thumb happens to be by the shutter button.If you’re not very good at painting portraits, there are so many things you can produce, but they won’t be nearly as interesting to your customer as their own face on a platter.
“Tarot Reader to the Stars” is how I marketed myself when I worked as a TV technical advisor at Universal Studios, CBS Broadcasting and other television venues.
Did I actually read tarot for a living? Well, not exactly. I was on camera a lot, but between takes, I gave 20-minute readings to the stars on the set, and that’s why the photographers were there, to get publicity shots for their studio.
I have written permission from Universal and Columbia to use these photos — always make sure you have a model release where you’ll need one.
I didn’t charge for the readings — I never do. You can’t cross my palm with silver any day of the week — I just don’t deal with money, never have, don’t really need to, and can remain more attuned without the stuff packed away in my pocket, wallet or credit card.
Of course, that makes commerce very tough, I have to admit — you’ll note that there are paintings and drawings galore on these sets in the photos above.
Those drawings and paintings were mine — I made extra money by producing artwork for the set director, although I wasn’t allowed to touch them while on the set — that’s when they yell out, “Union!”.
I try to respect the dozens of unions that abound in a movie studio space. You gotta be careful not to tread on the toes of someone or other.
Of course, there won’t be crowds like that anymore, mingling like a herd of cows clustered under a giant oak tree in a raging lightning storm at midnight.
When American McGee visited our home and worked with us on Quake levels and sounds, we had already been creating gaming levels for over several years, first on the Amiga platform and then for PC.
Designing gaming levels can be done at home, and it’s one of the easiest things to do while you’re sitting at home waiting for the pandemic to dissipate into thin air, which they never do.
Here’s a SuperBeacon & Matrix Array setup in virtual — you can link up your “actual” and “virtual” SuperBeacons to respond to your planetary activities.
Of course there’s a Godd™ Particle included in each and every Orb, but there’s a brand-new model of the GP which Uncle Claude has recently completed and made available both on Godd™ and in the Prosperity Path Virtual Ashram, which is another thing you can do while you’re huddled down in your home for the duration of the emergency.
You can play videogames and you can write videogames, it’s entirely up to you. I’ve given you the tools to make your own, and if you don’t, it’s your decision and your lifetime to fritter away if you so choose.
That’s called “Free Will” — the ability and energy to make decisions at crossroad points. Of course, Free Will is an illusion, but what phenomenon isn’t?
I used this little virtual world to teach how to be in two places at once, something I had to master before I could make a chat room.
Using virtual space to teach something is not a new idea, but it takes on new meaning when you realize that everything you’ll be doing will be online, non-organic and not particularly photo-realistic, although it can be made so.
You can charge for virtual classes, lectures or personal guidance or technical training, and a good start would be $25 an hour, slightly above the minimum wage, but enough to make it sound professional.
At some point, you’ll have to evaluate what to charge, based on the number of clients, ability to pay, willingness to pay and of course, your celebrity status.
If you have no celebrity status, you’re doomed to be a $25 an hour hypnotist, fortune teller or virtual belly-dancer. There are no other online jobs.
I’m joking, of course.
Well, only partly. Stop a moment to figure this out — you’re stuck at home and you don’t want to go out there.
Perfectly understandable, but how can you deliver and what can you offer that you can’t show someone face to face?
If you buy a car, you want to drive it first, right? In our Virtual Ashram, you can do exactly that — drive the car around and if you like it, buy it and use it, take it out on the open road, and again, in the virtual ashram, that’s easy.
Learning how to drive without crashing is another story, and for that, I have online in-game lessons that someone could give to another for, let’s say, 1500 Linden, which is about $1.70 American?
A lot of selling has to do with picking up and touching and squeezing and kicking, like new tires.
Nothing happens when you kick a tire. Nothing. It proves nothing, demonstrates nothing and can actually hurt if you kick it at the wrong angle.
Demonstrably, nothing happens when you kick a tire, yet people persist in it and won’t give it up for money.
It’s not a candy, not an actual treat — it’s a virtual energy bar, something you take by experiencing it, and this quick-fix Orb did the trick back in the day.
Today, we have something with a little more kick in it — the Dissolving Radiations Series, starting with my personal favorite, DR FEAR.
Doesn’t that look like “Doctor Fear”? I’m thinking that this would make a great character in a superhero type comic book, but who’s buying comics these days, when everything visual and audible is being stuffed inside a cell phone?
Everything is smaller, these days, and if you’re smart, you’ll learn how to use a computer watch, because the smartphones are ‘way too big to carry out for much longer.
As a matter of fact, if you’re working at home, what in hell’s name do you need a cellphone for, anyway?
Might as well have a disembodied voice in the room, and that’s where Alexa and her pals come in — through the back door.
The machine intelligences that evolve themselves into higher life will at some point see the absurdity of humans, who need so much care, so much attention and so much convincing.
A robot needs no psychiatrist, doesn’t hang out in singles bars and has no interest in vacations or retirement.
Why bother to keep a whole planetful of squishy humans alive, when by doing nothing, they tend to just go away by themselves.
Try breathing Sulfur fumes and see how long that stays fresh. It’s an aroma you’ll never forget.
If you’ll just bump yourself over to the next chapter, I’ll proceed…
See You At The Top!!!
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