Pindar Quetzlcoatl

The Rainbow Tribe jeered and howled.  Big words, Bastante, they said, just a bunch of big words.

What on earth do we do?  You want us to spend money?

What?

Keep your big words, Bastante, they said.  Tell us something useful.

Teach children to garden, he said.

The Rainbow Tribe pushed and pulled, and seethed like the ocean, and kicked like a tied up horse.  The Tribe kicked and seethed and fell into line.  Silence settled in.  They listened.  He'd hooked them.  He was right.

Teach children to garden, he said, and they cheered their assent.

Teach children to garden, he said, and they roared their approval, and the gods sighed with relief.

It was working.

This is what happened next.

The Rainbow Tribe started a nonprofit.

This nonprofit enlisted members.

Membership involved paying a fee.

Benefits of membership involved receiving a free ounce of silver bullion.

The cost of membership was the spot price of silver, plus shipping, plus a premium.

One percent of the premium went to the nonprofit for operating expenses.  The rest was distributed to other nonprofits who were leveraged to do the best work in their relevant field.

They were nonprofit hunting.  Hunting for a good nonprofit that would teach children to garden.

It kept working.

 Their global multimedia audience was so thoroughly entertained and relieved that they donated to the nonprofit to keep their entertainment coming, and consequently bullion sales skyrocketed, putting enormous upward pressure on manipulated commodities prices.  Silver was still selling for a fraction of its value, so the nonprofit's members were exchanging worthless fiat paper for real silver at an incredible exchange rate, contributing to the Federal Reserve's collapse, investing in cost-effective commons enhancement, pulling their resources out of the war machine, and stacking silver all at the same time.

And no laws were being broken.  Business boomed.  Silver shipped.  Children gardened.  More and more viewers became members, and invested in sustainable culture.

The Deep State shook its head with a sigh.  All the prophecies had been a little off.  At the end of the Kali Yuga the maha avatara had been prophecied to return, bringing destruction of the Age with him, and the birth of the Sat Yuga.  He'd been expected to be an alien, or a billionaire, or Putin, or the Pope or a terrorist.  No one had foreseen that a legal, law-abiding nonprofit could successfully outperform government in the field of public service while financing itself by keeping an audience entertained.

 Within the elite Illuminati circles it was understood that the maha avatara would not be a conventional good person/bad person persona but rather a tantrik - he would be fully human, manifesting both the good and evil inherent in our nature, and would overthrow the machine not with direct confrontation but with political intrigue, a good campaign strategy, subtlety and finesse.  There would be no collapse.  There would only be transition, an acceleration of learning and growth.  The mahan tantric had been expected, but no one had foreseen he would start an online business based on peddling fiction...