My youthful life had the pleasure (seriously yes, real self-education) of being brought up through the English Public School system. A system that honed skills in recognising bull-shite, platitudes and a complete disregard for decency, even it produced the present Chancellor of the Exchequer, Jeremy *unt, as head boy. (QED)
The art of waltzing round a pin head, recognising its existence yet denying its place and meaning at the centre of whatever subject was up for discussion was an eye opening experience, richly to be rewarded in later life. The utter arrogance, of considering oneself better than others, enabled such criminal deniers to foster a place for themselves within the upper echelons of what their forebears had created and furnished, while at the same time taking usurped ownership for any and all rightness of actions “in the public interest”.
I would like to take this expression, so fondly tossed around, like a fox at the end of a hunt, signifying their actions were for the highest good, for the express betterment of the people and show it for the disdain it covers. You see, when we take the word ‘public’ in this context or any other context that camouflages ‘the people’, there is a deliberate attempt to not only refuse acknowledgment of a position granted by the people to such positions of trust, but also the arrant attempt to inflict a them and us division merely creating such censorious uttering contemptible to the people.
When dancing around said pin and denying its existence, at the same time as being utterly aware of its annoying existence, there writ large is disdain. Actions proceeding from such vile observance and practice, merely curses all and their decisions to the bonfire.
Such actions back then, I had been taught and encouraged to act out in classes rightly, were given the name of classic political debate. This became an anathema for me and I refused to partake. If truth be told, the ability to smell BS, even at an early age, was one of the gifts my parents had engrained in me from an earlier age. Its sharp application would become one of my trusted weapons as my life took me into the rat-infested corridors of Fleet Street in the early 70s.
I relate this small part of my history, to further explain my present journey, as part of a magnificent team and growing community, whose absorption is to face off, expose and ultimately take down a system of rule that has kept us all in thrall for over a thousand years. Its efforts are now at the crucial point of exposure, behind which there has been progress and events that will, when made public, reveal the extent, the depth and the criminality of, what is laughingly termed ‘democracy and the democratic process‘.
Historically, tyranny and empire have been with us and over us, since the unsuccessful attempts of the Roman Empire to conquer these Isles. Our history has been served us by those that wished to rule over and subject us all to their conformity and remuneration. Yet, if we all knew the factual and true history, it might not have been such a pushover for them.
No matter how much we have all been traduced, today we stand at the point of release, the nexus of change for those that see it and know it. A release from centuries of oppression, pretended freedoms under a jackboot of caring less, ignoring more and arrogant disdain and abuse of The People.
Today from all over these islands, hidden by zero coverage from media we are now so privileged to have access to, a fundamental revolution has not only fermented but has also reached a point where, cornered and entrapped in a position of inability to escape truth the very elements that became puppets to their own puppet masters, each grovel, grapple and attempt to escape with their own arses clear of the destruction ahead.
This is and has been, all along a peaceful revolution, the single only example in our history. This fact alone designates victory. All other attempts down our collective historical line never took place without bloodshed. As much as the present fields of combat have included as their sorry result, deaths through policy and pragmatic criminality, the blood shed to make change happen has mercifully not been a part of that process.
Many of us recognise that distraction from the reality of what the enemy wishes us not to see is working on steroids presently. We see the energised application of rightness to feel we are part of a war against humanity by those very exemplars painted as totalitarian, regimes of tyrannical self serving power. This attempt to distract each and every quality we are persuaded the ‘enemy’ is, merely is a mirror reversed on those that quack, ‘for our safety, protection and good’.
That we have had decades entrained into believing such quackery must come down to each and every one of us who have bought, demands questioning our individual critical capacities to see through the lies and distractions.
As I began by sharing, having been brought up in the sort of mindset and surroundings, where those who were to go on and become part of this elitist sector of our society, it made me aware how pernicious the whole specialness, separation and ultimate contempt for the vast majority could turn out to be. In spite of generations of my family to have been brought up through this system, I am proud to know that the very same heritage contains some of the greatest warriors against such division. On the fact that my own father sacrificed much of the family remains of what could have laughingly been called ‘wealth’ on my siblings and my own education, now at least in my case it has given me privileged access to the MO of such an evil part of our collective lives. This experience now enables me, in my later years, to know the enemy ranged against us all, meet them with fearless face and cause them to quiver and retreat.
‘How so?’ you may ask.
Through the fact of ‘one of theirs’, in spite of having been offered, behind closed doors, enticements of the thirty shekel variety and all sorts of the usual bribes, turn on them with a commitment to take them down. The incredulity, fear and panic I saw on those faces that day, at the fact I could never be turned, even today brings a smile to my face. That I am joined at the hip with their two other terror-inducing enemies, the Scousers and Geordies, makes my heart and soul sing. All I now look forward to is the knowledge we know becoming the sweet knowledge and awareness for all. That moment must be very soon.
In spite of the several attempts at silencing us individually and collectively, the idea set in motion like all brilliant ideas, can never be extinguished nor indeed never will be.
As we enter these final face-offs, the challenges that will most certainly bring about change none of us has ever experienced and had the pleasure to enjoy, again I implore all to don the armour of fearlessness, Wield the sword of truth in your hand and carry the shield of humour at your breast. With these three weapons we shall bring down that which has been a curse on the house of humanity, a virus to the hearts and minds of us all and the jailor of our souls’s purpose we all incarnated to deliver.
To paraphrase Shakespeare’s cry of Mark Anthony in Julius Caesar –
How apposite it came from one warrior, who regretted his part in Caesar’s downfall. Now is the moment for us all to take up arms, if not already mobilised to do so, and cause the greatest change humanity has witnessed in centuries. A change that, embedded in these British Isles, will cause such a profound domino effect as to ricochet around the world, through cries of “I want to be part of this glory!” until it manifests so.
Contrary to popular belief, taking down a pyramid of demonic power, although arduous and lengthy, is never impossible!
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