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Power Tripping Does Not Matter When You're Dead
- Josey Wales: "You a bounty hunter"?
– First Bounty Hunter:
"A man’s got to do something for a living these days".
– Josey Wales: "Dyin’ ain’t much of a livin', boy.”
Funny thing about dying - in those last few seconds, when the light begins to fade - you get to see the last movie of your life flash before you in a millisecond, just before the candle goes out for the last time, and you go...where ever your choices led you...
What will be the last thing that goes through your head?
We won't talk about the afterlife today, that is your business.
Let's talk about here and now, and what led up to you watching that famous final scene of "Your Life" - the movie.
From the time you came into this world, you had free will and two choices:
You could have chosen either service to self, or service to others.
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"Gotta Serve Somebody"
Written by: Bob Dylan
You may be an ambassador to England or France
You may like to gamble, you might like to dance
You may be the heavyweight champion of the world
You may be a socialite with a long string of pearls
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody
You might be a rock ’n’ roll addict prancing on the stage
You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage
You may be a businessman or some high-degree thief
They may call you Doctor or they may call you Chief
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody
You may be a state trooper, you might be a young Turk
You may be the head of some big TV network
You may be rich or poor, you may be blind or lame
You may be living in another country under another name
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody
You may be a construction worker working on a home
You may be living in a mansion or you might live in a dome
You might own guns and you might even own tanks
You might be somebody’s landlord, you might even own banks
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody
You may be a preacher with your spiritual pride
You may be a city councilman taking bribes on the side
You may be workin’ in a barbershop, you may know how to cut hair
You may be somebody’s mistress, may be somebody’s heir
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody
Might like to wear cotton, might like to wear silk
Might like to drink whiskey, might like to drink milk
You might like to eat caviar, you might like to eat bread
You may be sleeping on the floor, sleeping in a king-sized bed
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody
You may call me Terry, you may call me Timmy
You may call me Bobby, you may call me Zimmy
You may call me R.J., you may call me Ray
You may call me anything but no matter what you say
You’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody
Serve somebody.
Copyright © 1979 by Special Rider Music
“Gotta Serve Somebody” is a song by Bob Dylan from his 1979 studio album 'Slow Train Coming".
It won the Grammy Award for Best Rock Vocal Performance by a Male in 1979.
The song was recorded at Muscle Shoals Sound Studios in Muscle Shoals, Alabama.
"Gotta Serve Somebody"
Bob Dylan
Produced by Jerry Wexler & Barry Beckett
Album Slow Train Coming
https://www.bobdylan.com/songs/gotta-serve-somebody/
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But being a conscienceless wretch, you may have chosen to endeavor to persevere within the occupation that gave you the most power, profit, and control - for the least amount of effort.
Rather than becoming a productive member of society, you opted to become that politician, that banker, that propaganda spewing TV network executive, or that high degree thief of globalist economics.
You may be that city councilman taking bribes on the side. You may be that heir to a banking fortune; a fortune stolen from honest men your family left destitute along the way:
- Josey Wales: “Dying ain’t so hard for men like you and me. It’s living that’s hard when all you ever cared about has been butchered or raped.”
You know to well that:
"Patriotism is the last refuge to which a scoundrel clings; steal a little and they put you in jail; steal a lot and they make you king". - Bob Dylan
So you opt in for the greed, control, and the power tripping game.
You spend your entire life clawing, scratching, conniving, scheming, planning and arranging yourself to the top of your game.
Power tripping.
A bigger high than adrenochrome and you are addicted to the rush.
Nothing gives you an adrenalin rush like having control over people and nations at your beck and call.
You may be one of the most powerful corporate CEOs on the planet.
You may be the founder of the World Economic Forum (WEF).
You may be the Board Chair of the annual meeting of who's who of corporate power at Davos , Switzerland.
Still, you gotta serve somebody.
It may be Molech, or it may be mammon, it may be greed, it may be power - but you are certainly to big to humble yourself before the Creator of all.
Then, out of nowhere, when you least expect it, the unexpected happens, and everything you thought you were, comes to a screeching halt in an instant.
Chief Dan George: “Get ready, little lady. Hell is coming to breakfast.”
Standing directly in front of you, is an individual with a Smith & Wesson 500 Magnum revolver loaded with center fire 50 caliber rounds, and the barrel pointing directly in your face.
You have no idea who this individual is, or how they breached your security measures.
Because of the self-serving choices you have so made over the course of your lifetime, you can trust no one, and looking over your shoulder in fear as a precaution, is now second nature to you.
But there is no time to think about that now. No matter how much money you control, no matter how much power you once had - all that is about to change in an instant.
The trigger is squeezed and a piece of lead rips a silver dollar sized hole in the front of your forehead, travels through your brain, and exits by blowing off the back of your skull, leaving a hole the size of JFk's limousine.
Funny thing about dying - in those last few seconds, when the light begins to fade, you get to see the last movie of Your Life flash before you in a millisecond, just before the candle goes out for the last time, and you go...where ever your choices led you...
Will you think it was worth it?
Would you do it again?
One thing is now certain:
The things you used to do, you won't do anymore - ever.
What will be the last thing that goes through your head?
After all, Power Tripping Does Not Matter When You Are Dead.
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