My Road to *Riches*




1 Timothy 6:8-10
And having food and raiment let us be therewith content.
But they that will be rich fall into temptation and a snare, and into many foolish and hurtful lusts, which drown men in destruction and perdition.
For the love of money is the root of all evil: which while some coveted after, they have erred from the faith, and pierced themselves through with many sorrows.

I say *riches* because money is not real riches. Real riches are God, family, community, love, health, abundance, prosperity, sharing...so in the macro, money means and is nothing of real value. However in the micro, we (some reluctantly and some willingly) use this nothing to get something. And so this nothing now matters. The whole system is cringe, and I think deep down most people know this. But we decide to live in la-la land and drone ourselves out with consuming. Because it is too tough to rise up. Because we are weak. Because we would literally have to demolish entire cities to go back to our roots. We wouldn't even know where to start, or how to rebuild. Somehow most of us think we can enact change by VOTING. That is just straight delusion. We have all been played next level, even those who know the system is broken. We've been played to want to replace a broken system with a broken system! Anyways, since I know my pipe dream of fixing the world is something humans cannot do, the way I see it is this: I can give up money altogether and have faith that God will provide (the best option). Or, because I am weak, make enough money so it is not about money at all. Then I can at least have a micro bubble of quietness. I am weak. Even so, as time goes by the more I realize I don't need comfort, or quietness, or to *make it*. As a Christian I will never *make it* in this world. This is the land of the devil. And so instead of running away from it, I feel now I need to face it head on. Regardless, below is my story on how I made a lot of worthless numbers. Hopefully it can show you that you can do it as well; we are not as trapped as some think.

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It started out with the knowledge that the system is a lie.
That university is a lie.
That working 9-5 is a lie.
That I wanted out of the trap.
The desire to be free was overwhelming!

I realized this around 18 years of age. That I could not jump through hoops and play their game. I knew I wanted freedom. I knew that in a sense, money bought freedom. Not necessarily happiness, but time, with time granting freedom. The game is designed to keep you from time. To lock you in. And force you to comply. It traps you. I wanted out, but I didn’t know how to do it. I knew I at least needed my own property with complete privacy. I was sick of being around mass amounts of people, and renting to goofs. So bad, so bad, the only material I wanted was my own space.

At 18/19 I just thought. I thought a lot. What could I do to get out? How is it even possible? I had no answer to these questions. I thought of starting a business but had no money for that. And besides, a business still keeps you in the game. Mostly I just distracted myself. I continued with my university classes reluctantly. I smoked a lot of weed and watched television endlessly. I worked my garbage summer jobs, and felt like a sheep every day. No progress was made.

At 20 I took some initiative and started a YouTube channel. I saw others self employed, travelling, and working their own hours; I wanted it too. I made videos discussing the lies surrounding the fitness industry. How fitness youtubers all took steroids and lied about it. The issue was no different from the skinny chicks in magazines, except in masculine form. Mostly due to people disagreeing with me, I grew an ok following after six months. I was getting five-six figure views each month, and even got paid by adsense a couple times. However, I was still trapped, and I could only make niche videos to keep my audience. I couldn’t talk about my true passions. If I worked at it harder, I probably could have accomplished it, but I didn’t. I also did not really like reading dumb comments from randoms watching, or people I know in real life watching and commenting. I found it kind of cringe, and I realize now how YouTube as a whole is pretty cringe. It is extremely narcissistic, and the product of Satan. Not to mention censored, so I could not speak my mind anyways. I deleted my channel and fell back into (at the time) hopelessness, but looking back God pushed me away for a reason. Most importantly, putting your face online on a consistent basis is being IN the world, which is not where a Christian should be. To return to the timeline, back to square one I was. This was around the summer of 2017.

Just before my 21st birthday, I had a glimmer of hope once again. A former roommate who made my life miserable when we lived together ran into me at a Walmart. Looking back, it is funny how someone who made my life miserable in turn provided me the guidance to reach my goals. God is funny. Anyways, this friend was always able to pay his way through university without working through various ways. Nonetheless, this day in Walmart he told me he made a lot of money holding bitcoin. I almost bought bitcoin in the past, but was too lazy and dumb to figure out how to do it. I was pissed. I knew I missed a chance to make it. However, I also knew that it wasn't too late. I researched crypto endlessly. Even though I was living off of $25,000 a year during university, I still threw money into the game. Just a few hundred dollars here and there, mostly into one project I believed in. When I graduated in 2018 I had put myself into credit card debt to buy crypto. Still, I saw very little or no gains. But I kept on.

After I graduated with my meme degree I picked up a job making $40,000/year. I lived on my own, paying rent, car, food etc. I was still poor, and yet I kept investing. I never bought clothes. I rarely ate out. I drove the same car I’ve had since high-school. I didn’t date. I had decided I was willing to sacrifice my life in the pursuit of my dream. I researched hours every day. By the end of 2018 I had invested around $7,000. That was crazy to me considering I had so little.

In 2019 I saw some gains. I had pretty well realized at this point that diversification was a meme, and to make it with a small starting amount you had to pick one or two projects and go all-in. There is a reason why the *experts* tell you to diversify or do a work RRSP and make three percent a year. These experts and their boomer advice are all designed to keep you poor. There are stocks/cryptos/tangibles that make crazy percentages all the time. And many of these investments aren't even pump and dumps. Honestly, we should all be a bit salty at our parents for not buying Amazon at some point, as it has increased over 50,000 percent in the last 20 years. Seriously, pay attention people! Anyways, through mostly one project, by going all-in, I had grown my portfolio to over $60,000 in the summer of 2019. By the end of the year that dropped to about $30k, but I had seen real progress. Finally, I thought, maybe I can actually do this. I continued to live extra poor. My only concern was making it. Getting out of my garbage job. Owning property. Living free.

2020 was a great year for me, investment wise. There is a reason why the top billionaires made more money than ever that year. They knew of the corona crash and planned accordingly. While I did not really know their plan or take huge advantage off their moves, I still bought some nice lows. Since I had more money in the game I could throw a bit more around at other projects and hope they pop. A lot of it is really just finding projects with good memes and hype, with a semi decent proposal or use-case. *Shitcoins* such as PNK, UBT, STA all turned ridiculous profits. Even better, as the market boomed in the summer I saw my main holding, Chainlink, rise from $2 in March to over $20 in July/August. At this point, I’d made over six figures. It was then, after further research, I realized there was one project that I had known about for years which surpassed them all. That being the crypto currency XRP, created by the company Ripple. It was destined to be the new world order cryptocurrency. At least I thought, and currently think so.

The second half of 2020 saw me trading all of my gains into XRP slowly but surely. By October my whole stack was XRP. I was all in. With a six figure stack. It pumped hard in November and I saw my portfolio more than double once again. It crashed of course, but I rounded out 2020 with a six figure portfolio. I knew 2021 would be my year, financially. However, new problems arose in 2020. I realized where things were *really* going. That the new world order was coming, and the clock was ticking. That *normal* life was coming to an end. That to *live* I would need the vaccine/health pass/digital i.d. I understood these are the work of Satan. Because I had decided I will not comply, I realized that I likely would never be *free*. I am only free in my salvation through the blood of Jesus Christ.

In April 2021, XRP pumped a decent portion and I saw my portfolio more than triple once again. At this point I took some profits and cashed some to my bank account. As of August 2021 I still sit in six figure limbo. I still can't buy a house for cash or retire, but I am close. I am still working, still investing (mostly in precious metals now), and have diversified my coins a bit as well. Hoping for another push to buy a property and complete my goal. But please, if you read this, know that you too can *make money*. Be willing to make sacrifice. To do research. And to actually put money into the game. It takes risk to make it. Especially if you start small, only focus on one or two investments and go from there. But know that it is possible. Nonetheless, I have to give credit where it is due. All glory to God, Lord Jesus Christ. He has brought me here. And even if He taketh away, I am still rich because of Him. Numbers on a screen are not real riches.


btw crypto is the work of the devil. it really is a sin to chase money. i'm kind of embarassed to even talk about, or brag, about money. it is pretty cringe. but if you read my other stuff you might think im crazy or that i have lost touch. if i'm out of touch, why has God provided me such abundance?