I’m 27 years old.
I quit a senior position in a large house building company a couple of years ago, after a short but successful 4 year career.
Life is good.
I run a house building company. We build small developments of nice half-million pound country houses.
I’m not rich – I spend it too quickly to get rich, but we have a very comfortable life.
Then one day… I start to discover that things are not quite right.
A friend points to lines in the sky and asks if I remember those as a child?
Another friend tells me how money is really created, and how the economy really works.
I spend 14 hours a day, for months on end trying to piece it all together. Studying anything and everything I can find to try and figure out how the world really works.
The business starts to suffer – heart isn’t in it.
And it’s 2008 – pretty much the worst time in history to be running a fledgling house building company.
The more I discover, the worse it gets.
You see, I was raised the son of a police officer… a very moral police officer…
And I’m slap bang in the middle of an impossible crisis of conscience.
How can I continue to participate in a system that is literally raping the people of the world? Doesn’t that make me an accomplice?
How can I continue to make payments on a mortgage that I now know to be fraudulent? Doesn’t that make me complicit with fraud?
And how on earth can I pay taxes, knowing that they will be used to pay interest to private individuals who use them to consolidate power and control over the world?
But at the same time, how can I walk away from a business that others depend on? What about business partner? What about the money that family members invested in the business… in me?