Bringing Minds Home and Under Control

In their ideal world all empires search for a total handle and control on their population, where only restricted thinking, a mindset of endless slavery, subservience and total obedience to the Empire is maintained.

Until the 20th century these aspirations remained in the Land of Dreams. Today we live in that land, most of us remaining unaware the transgressions perpetrated on us through a massively manipulated technological and ideological industry.

“I visualize a time when we will be to robots what dogs are to humans, and I’m rooting for the machines.” — Claude Shannon

How such ignorance has been inculcated and impressed on our global population is through incessant repetition of storylines depicting evil dictators going for world domination, finally being destroyed by the good guys. Through films and entertainment outlets we have drunk these in copiously. Yet these evil criminal entities are, in reality, those displaying themselves, like peacocks, as the beneficial good guys, intent on bringing all an ease, comfort and peace they are indoctrinated to dream of.

Do you notice how often the word dream is thrown into the crowd? The American Dream, (nightmare as George Carlin so rightly ascribed), your dream house, dream life, dream holidaydream girl/boyfriend. How the expectations are drilled into us, seemingly innocuously and projected equally innocently through the storylines in film, TV and media?

The invention of the moving image, the birth of Hollywood, television and now the Internet have all become the hijacking tools for dissemination of mind seeded ideals, dreams and visions of a future where humans are the pinnacle of their existence among the panoply of nature, its creatures and the environment. Ironically all the time it is the destruction of nature, its creatures and the environment that struts alongside these deceitful illusions.

In the days of the Roman Empire, it was the bread and circus that kept the crowds supplicant, satiated and most of all distracted from realities perpetrated against them. Today our technological bread and circus is no different towards means and ends, it just looks and acts shinier, more alluring and tempting. Like fish rising to pellets thrown them, we gobble up these trinkets, the distractive apps, the utterly mind numbing soaps and entertainment believing we are better off. We kid ourselves big time that we hold the precious flame freedom, live a life of ease and betterment our ancestors would be in awe of.

From this writer’s point of view, writing these truths and observations often feels akin to living a constant Groundhog Day, where no matter how many times truths are told, shared and explained the world’s dumbing down, servitude and silence on these matters stays stuck, like some old Anemometer, locked foretelling no wind, no disturbing storm brewing, just the occasional summer breeze, while all around a hurricane of control, enslavement and deceit finally gets screwed into place. Whipping us all into order where every breath, every movement both facial, actual and mental is recorded, noted and logged is their nirvana being processed.

Dystopian you might think. You’d be one hundred percent correct. Never happen really, you add. Wrong! It is here, embedded and embedding deeper as people persist in believing it could never  really happen. The protestation “I’ve done nothing wrong, so what harm is all this fear of surveillance?” must be the most heinous cognitive dissonance, ignorant appraisal and worse, utter refusal to admit the sheep in front, around and behind you offering these trinkets, are wolves disguised as convenience, more choice and greater personal freedom.

In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act attributed to George Orwell

We all can attest the encroachment of moving images, press media, television in its invasion of the deepest corners of our lives. So many accept this as one more marvel of entertainment, progress writ large, information spread widely and a greater opportunity for growth in knowledge.

Rethink! – Bread and Circus.

In Roman times the Frumentarii, whose original remit was to collect wheat tariffs, doubled up as the secret service of the Empire. Today we have, traversing through and into all areas of our lives, the CIA, NSA, IRS, GCHQ, MI5, JIO, Inland Revenue, FSB, CSS, RPS etc. Worldwide intensive connectivity where all and more of these entities link themselves, enable control of a global population.

The key to this jail cell we have willingly permitted ourselves to be locked into is in our own hands.

Truth has to be sought—in tears, in sorrow, in desperate revolt; here a little and there a little gained, and when gained held against all comers for the sake of humanity and sometimes at the cost of life itself – Charlotte Despard, The Great Conspiracy

The birth of social media platforms such as Google, Facebook, Twitter, WhatsApp and YouTube, offer the dream in extremis. All are owned and run by a technocracy of oligarchic, self serving psychopaths, who have all consciously and willingly sold themselves to the controlling powers. Its tech and owners’ souls swallowed into these national and international security services, combine and create a behemoth of such vast reach as to be all encompassing. Technology, both in physical and mental terms has reached a point whereby we are all suckered in on some level or other, unless of course we live in the wilderness, way off grid.

To whatever degree that suckering attaches itself by way of our needs, desires and impulses, we are trapped while connected. Collectively we have bought wholesale the proposition technology is good, when in actuality it is neutral until manipulated.The mantra it advances is that it brings us closer to that time where we humans need to sweat less, relax more and live our freedom out loud. This lie, as presently presented, reverberates like a tolling bell of doom, while sounding to the sheep like wedding bells. So many utterly fail to comprehend that buying into this belief, is buying into a phantom dream sold, a mirage portrayed and only able to operate because we turn off both individual and collective control and autonomous direction.

It may look like choice, yet it remains a superbly crafted lie. It may look like we are in control of our own lives, yet  when the plug is pulled leaving us incommunicado, without reach, fighting uncontrolled freezers, baby alarms, front door lock outs, the loss of television and computer interactivity, out of control autonomous cars, no street or public lighting and without any access to fiat and digital currencies, the truth is revealed. The ultimate prison with no bars visible; yet for a dumbed down utterly dependent population this is  terminal withdrawal of freedom and independence.

5g-russiaWe already vote electronically making our choices open to manipulation, to whatever lie is the delicious deception of the day. Crowd control is effected through levels of microwave frequencies within Active Denial Systems.  Augmented and virtual reality replace our true reality thanks to 5, 6 and their interminable Gs and beyond, invited through our insatiable desire for anything but reality. With the realisation of the harm and entrapment these portend the swift vocalisation of so many screaming they never saw it coming and their unremitting denial it was ever their fault is laughable and pitiful. Allowance and acceptance through a pathetic desire for easy entertainment and virtual connectivity encourages and drives the relentless domination of these modalities now seeded.

The Internet of Things sounds so palatable, so innocuous does it not?
It allows the ignorant to salivate on what it enables them to enjoy, create and get immersed in. All the time this ignorance to the reality drawing them in, like technological Sirens or arachnid magnets to a web far darker than any Dark Web. It blinds and fools them with impunity. This web looks light, glorious and the answer to all problems and challenges. All the time it is manipulated to continue imprisonment of all within a suffocating, unbreakable controlled environment that demands total submission and an adherence to unquestioned obedience.

Recently we have witnessed total blackouts across two vast countries in South America. Venezuela has been targeted through its energy grid to surrender itself to the Empire. Global drop out at various stages and intensity of social media apps demonstrate the ease of denial of services. Terrorist infestation of infrastructure grids in the Russian Federation set themselves on a quiet cyber war against those more likely to spill the truth. The list grows almost daily.

We are told to believe Huawei is set on infiltrating and holding to ransom the West’s infrastructure, while in reality the accusers are the very perpetrators of these actions, blaming their ‘enemies‘ while asserting they are the ones upholding and protecting us all from evil and criminality. How so many cannot see through this ever thinning veil covering these lies is astounding as well as down right frightening.

There is no longer any division between the entertainment and news industries. Seamlessly absorbed into each other, over and above incestuous breeding, Hollywood has, over many decades, inculcated as ‘normalmind control, pre-crime, the substantive coercive state interventions targeting non-imminent crimes, alien invasions, acceptance of pedophilia as a social particle and psychopathy as merely a disease able to be cured. While such absurd lies are projected and injected, they get obscured and ‘forgotten‘ through the delivery of newer and better tech toys offered to a deluded population. This age old technique keeps the truth as far away as possible while the addicts get even more addicted.

In reality these ‘toys’ join the prison cell dots invisibly, slaughtering, in the medium to long term, many and enabling a conditioning no previous bread and circus could have possibly dreamed of in their wildest fantasies.

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The rabbit hole runs deep. The desire to change nothing, inculcated and programmed into so many minds as best option and easy out, is the evil elixir too many plump for. If they but knew how self administered their own suicide was, both physical and mental, they might think twice. Yet weak minds remain fallow fields for sowing all manner of servility seeds.

In a world saturated with confusion, division, redirection and full blown propagandised BS, taking the simplest action to release oneself is seen as a mountain too far. Simple now becomes complex, war peace, lies truth and so on and on.

The addict’s greatest challenge is to leave the needle, booze, snort, theft and curdled mind behind for good. The thought of retraining mental processes exciting these addictions, let alone physical abstinence, looms huge and seeming insurmountable, yet breaking oneself from technology that invades, takes over and redirects your every moment is exactly what needs to be enacted.

Grounded skills, artisanal expertise, wise counsel, common sense, self reliance and solid mental strength become the currency of sanity and equilibrium. In a world bankrupt of all these today, this foreknowledge is gold.

To kick the addiction is why we all are here. You can call it what you like but bottom line that is it. Whether we succeed cannot be judged good or bad. The mission is without colour or judgement. It is simply Mission Experience. We are all the result of efforts  encountering challenge, succumbing to or overcoming them. That the soul can never be jailed is a truth deserving first and foremost place in our mind, if we are to survive as whole beings and ultimately warriors in this world.

We will never move from our present state and place unless we awaken to what and who we truly are. We can never unlock our own self imposed jail time until we are prepared to take such action as is necessary to free ourselves. That entails dropping all preconceptions we have spent a lifetime holding to. To rely on others to do that for us is lunatic. We have to investigate exactly and precisely our own self, get to know and love it and be prepared to make changes when those parts no longer serving us, still hang around dementedly demanding centre stage.

It becomes imperative we dispense with any other telling us what to do. It demands questioning every imposition foisted on us, any good/bad thrust on us because we are told it is bad/good for us and that we need it or must avoid it. To ask every time that telling question –  cui bono (who benefits)?. It exhorts each of us grow up, be the adult we must become. The actions needed to retain an operational critical mind and develop our innate critical faculties become imperative. This can really only happen once we dispense with everything preventing our autonomous mind and output to function properly.

Orienting towards like-minded and positively driven minds, conscious communities, (tiny, small or large) built on trust, transparency, justice and tolerance executed through unconditional love is a starting point within both reality and our potential. Best encountered in the flesh, it demands getting out, meeting, sharing and forever questioning with an open mind and heart. Executing the off switch controlling tech is best practice.

Is this too much to ask of ourselves for a freedom where others cannot dictate what freedom should mean and where autonomy and knowledge bring forward a greater Ecology of Oneness and a life worthy of true explorers and pioneers?

For myself I know it is not.

‘Cause the line between
Wrong and right
Is the width of a thread
From a spider’s web
The piano keys are black and white
But they sound like a million colours in your mind

 

The Empire Falls – The Reality Show Lingers

Listening this morning to an ex UK Ambassador pontificate as to how there is nothing that will be forthcoming from the meeting between Putin and Kim, I was aghast at his arrogance and assertion that Russia is a minnow in the whole affair. He stated categorically that all Putin was scrabbling for was a seat at a table far larger than the side table he operated at present.

 

That a representative of an established hornet’s nest of delusional power, spent force and limpet to days and centuries gone by can offer such bilge merely shows to anyone with one eye, two working ears and a brace of brain cells we have at our head a coterie of sore losers, blank firing opportunists who still cling to the belief they rule the world.

 

In some aspects you could argue they have a few strings that are able to alter process by selective pulling, yet what is far more worrying is the dissemination of this bullshit is soaked up by a ponerised, psychologically renditioned public who take these sorts of statements as fact, not fiction as they plainly are. They have long ago left their critical faculties in the rest room of life, to be flushed at will by anyone but themselves.

 

The Western world is in a sorry pit of wilful and undisturbed ignorance. It has been so soaked in distractions and forced into having eyes taken off all balls of consequence. Like some mad dog it jerks a collective head from side to side in unending movements tiring it instantaneously. This leaves it glued to information portals merely instructing it in the most childish and patronising way to keep calm and get on with little things of little and no consequence.

 

At the same time this headless voice encourages the populace to remember “We’re all in it together”, thus the suffering of even greater austerities for that rainbow arrival around the corner in Never Never Land is imperative. Like sheep the people buy it, in spite of that cell within telling them it is bullshit. The desire for compliance, a roof over the head and a quiet life overrides this weak spark every time.

 

As for our doughty ambassador, his minders in the Foreign Office and Tel Aviv merely place him aside and roll on another propagandist head. The flow on a 24 hour rolling news agenda is infinite thus doubling up is considered affirmation and Highly Likely confirms divine truth.

 

On social media the overt amount of idiots repeating such lies and propaganda as evidence of truth is so depressing as to make any critical thinking, sane awakened mind despair. Yet the urge to cry truth and reality is so strong as to never allow desperation to override vocal and written cries of “Watch Out!”, “Follow the Money!” and “Wake Up!”

When we are forced to live in a time where daily, hourly, minute by minute we have to endure the spectacle of a defunct system grinding itself into terminal seizure, it can be wearisome. Groundhog Day becomes Paradise compared with this torturous path.

Personally I am sick of pointing out the bloody obvious.

 

I am tired of so many suggesting there is a middle way, a path of tolerant concession. Meeting the psychopath half way shows just how delusional, ill informed and La La Land inhabited people have become.

 

Our spiritual leaders, who themselves to a great extent are part of the problem advise tolerance and time. Tolerance is a magnificent must have in the array of humanity’s tool kit, yet it takes something far stronger to rid ourselves of the pestilence that is the popular priesthood of political, financial and corporate chicanery. As for time, well I shall just leave that thought there as to how effective it has been so far.

 

Compassion in its true form is a towering human quality, yet judgment and I mean the judgement through human natural law on the raft of illegality vomited on us, in order to bury us all, is something humankind can render on its like well before any supernal judgement may or may not pass its own.

 

It is pretty simple from an over view to render basic human values as pointers to adhere and guide us all. It is a totally other challenge to educate all to not only learn them but practice them as founding principles of life. The inter-knitted confusion designed around the utter travesty and incomprehensible divisions pounded into us all, ascribed and authorised as lending a fairer and more just interrelationship with each and everyone is as usual created to form exactly its opposite – rank division leading to far, far easier manipulation.

 

It becomes more and more efficacious and likely Nature is called to bring on Her big guns of decimation, perhaps annihilation, which has been proven time and again curative to clear the slate, giving yet another chance for those surviving the process to try again. That is Nature’s essential tolerance and compassion in action and like everything else in Her world something we humans must, for our salvation and education, learn to action so we may ultimately interrelate interdependently and connect with Nature our most truthful and honest mentor and wisdom guide.

 

It is fascinating to observe that when faced with how to translate in the Greek biblical texts the word Hermatia, a term in archery for missing the mark and thus encouraging trying again, the great manipulated scholars of our West chose the word sin as its translation. We all know where that has led us, yet how much more compassionate, empathic and supportive things might have been had there been true enlightenment at that point.

 

Ah! there’s the rub!

 

Otherwise it honestly looks like the only way forward is Boom! Bye!! Start from scratch!
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About the Author:

Jonathan L. Trapman

Author and photographer writing since aged 9 and  photographer since aged 16. A professional career as photojournalist, working for some of the top titles in Fleet Street among them the London Times, Daily Express and a very short and boring stint with the Sun newspaper, swiftly exposed him to the propaganda and half truths demanded from photo/journalists in the ‘70s and 80s. Deciding his soul to be worth more than shekels earned from the news rooms of corporate cronyism, he went on to  become one of the industry’s foremost photographers. He enjoyed getting to know the world, its peoples and a far wider vision of life on earth on others’ behalf and at others’ expense. He has appeared on TV and radio including the BBC, France Inter and online radio. Invited to speak at creative and literary conferences across the globe, in early 2012, in partnership with his wife, having accomplished several translations of foreign writers they made the first ever English translation, in over 900 years, of 11th century Sufi founder and mystic saint Hoja Ahmed Yassawi’s Diwani Hikmet (Divine Wisdom)poetry and sacred verse. Currently he is working on a 7 volume opus The Freedom Cycle, Dreams and Realities being the first, now published.

 

In Out and Shake It All About – More Eeyore than EU

In the UK we are in unprecedented territory, as they keep telling us.

The log jam of all log jams of Parliament is crippling us all in real time. Stagnation is the unrepeated word. Futility is rampant. Sense has disappeared. The perfect division of a nation having taken decades perfecting is upon us. Shouting matches between each camp with Leavers, Remainers and that utterly ignored camp –  those that Abstained.

If truth be told full square and central the vote was not a definitive LEAVE from the British people it was in approximate percentages thus:

Remain: 16,141,000
Leave   : 17,410,000
Abstain: 13,000,000

That so many abstained, which includes a minute 25K of spoiled or blank votes, usually a sign of defiance, makes the colour of the so called victory a very knife edged nuance. Not the absolute will of the British people. A fact we have been bludgeoned to believe is.

Filled with so many lies, obfuscations and slants to defame any opposition to the reality that this whole exercise was enabled to create chaos followed by even more draconian lock downs, illustrates the precise way the deep state/elite works to control a nation. The shining light in all this, by way of Labour’s desire to focus people on the travesty of austerity, poverty of the masses, inequality driven stake like into the heart of the nation has been the adamant and attempted crucifixion of sanity by slander, mendacity and outright hatred of the greater good and needs of the people.

Winnie the Pooh has been an iconic fable and children’s tale replete with  idealistic representation of a country wrapped in its very own security blanket, served as countryside English romanticism. Yet within it we have Eeyore, the ass of the fable utter educational insights well worthy of reminder.

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On people:

“No brain at all, some of them [people], only grey fluff that’s blown into their heads by mistake, and they don’t think.”

Hysterical, repetitive rubbish repeated often enough creates in those of unused intelligence mantras  supporting their own rubbish rhetoric. The country has been moulded into both large and small groups of dimwits, who if furnished a decent education, support and encouragement could well have added to their CVs a large dose of critical thinking. However as we are all aware an educated, intelligent, self thinking population is the very enemy of State control necessary in maintaining compliance actively and vibrant.

Eeyore, even in his debased state of being recognises motive and action.

“How did you fall in, Eeyore?” asked Rabbit, as he dried him with Piglet’s handkerchief.
“I didn’t,” said Eeyore.
“But how–”
“I was BOUNCED,” said Eeyore.
“Oo,” said Roo excitedly, “did somebody push you?”
“Somebody BOUNCED me. I was just thinking by the side of the river–thinking, if any of you know what that means–when I received a loud BOUNCE.”
“Oh, Eeyore!” said everybody.
“Are you sure you didn’t slip?” asked Rabbit wisely.
“Of course I slipped. If you’re standing on the slippery bank of a river, and somebody BOUNCES you loudly from behind, you slip. What did you think I did?”

We have all been bounced  into this predicament by a vile, wily and scurrilous group of schemers whose self interests are as huge as their egos. Care for the majority zero and the whitewashing of compassion with warm words their decades old signature trade. The poverty of it is most people have bought it hook, line and sinker. That British phlegm and stiff upper lip has turned to bite us on the butt. We have shown the world what a sorry bunch of has- beens we ever were. Empire exposed for its mendacious, self serving rapaciousness of rape, pillage and imposition of servitude, dressed neatly as educating, uplifting the native from primitive life. What turns out to be primitive are their methods and actions. This empire never died, it merely transmuted itself into the hydra of dissonance we all are blasted and spout.

“I didn’t bounce, I coughed,” said Tigger crossly.
“Bouncy or coffy, it’s all the same at the bottom of the river.”

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As we head all and sundry to the bottom, the main lifeboat is attacked from every side with the fear and warning it is a depth charge waiting to explode and sink us all. Such arrant denial of our dire predicament is as huge a lie as the porkies spun us throughout the campaign for Brexit. With a country so divided and the abstention voice silenced from the get go, people imagine we all had a choice. We did but not the one we thought we had. It was choice as revolver to the head – to pull the trigger ourselves or have it pulled for us.

In his self effacing way of self reflection Eeyore identifies traits etched as truth:

Eeyore, the old grey Donkey, stood by the side of the stream, and looked at himself in the water.
“Pathetic,” he said. “That’s what it is. Pathetic.”
He turned and walked slowly down the stream for twenty yards, splashed across it, and walked slowly back on the other side. Then he looked at himself in the water again.
“As I thought,” he said. “No better from this side. But nobody minds. Nobody cares. Pathetic, that’s what it is.”
There was a crackling noise in the bracken behind him, and out came Pooh.
“Good morning, Eeyore,” said Pooh.
“Good morning, Pooh Bear,” said Eeyore gloomily. “If it is a good morning,” he said. “Which I doubt,” said he.
“Why, what’s the matter?”
“Nothing, Pooh Bear, nothing. We can’t all, and some of us don’t. That’s all there is to it.”
“Can’t all what?” said Pooh, rubbing his nose.
“Gaiety. Song-and-dance. Here we go round the mulberry bush. …I’m not complaining, but there it is.”

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That the good people of this country do not complain is a serious flaw in our collective mindset. Our cousins across the Channel (we were inseminated by the Conqueror’s hordes) know a pretty revolution when they create one. We would be wise to learn their flair for revolt as it is more and more obvious this is what is needed. The old sore that “We are British and don’t do it that way” is the poorest of poor indoctrinations we have seared into our furrowed minds.

“They’re funny things, Accidents. You never have them till you’re having them.”

The sadness is that this ‘accident’ is entirely of our own making yet most are clueless as to this truth. So easy, far better to follow our leaders’ example and blame someone else, some other circumstance we had little or no say in. Such crass ignorance and denial deserves the full force of consequences we have ourselves taken us into, with no mercy, so we can learn from the pain and suffering we have drawn to ourselves.

Suffering is life’s gift to each and everyone of us. While we do not learn and embrace this  reality we just suffer ever more.

As Eeyore so effectively says and so poignant to us English who have created a god of it….

“Don’t blame me if it rains.”

 

Jonathan L. Trapman

Author and photographer writing since aged 9 and  photographer since aged 16. Beginning his professional career as a photojournalist, working for some of the top titles in Fleet Street among them the London Times, Daily Express and a very short and boring stint with the Sun newspaper., he became exposed to the amount of propaganda and half truths demanded from photo/journalists in the ‘70s and 80s. Deciding his soul was worth more than shekels earned from the news rooms of corporate cronyism, he went on to  become one of the industry’s foremost photographers. He enjoyed getting to know the world, its peoples and a far wider vision of life on earth on others’ behalf and at others’ expense. He has appeared on TV and radio including the BBC, France Inter and online radio. Invited to speak at creative and literary conferences across the globe, in early 2012, in partnership with his wife, having accomplished several translations of foreign writers they made the first ever English translation, in over 900 years, of 11th century Sufi founder and mystic saint Hoja Ahmed Yassawi’s Diwani Hikmet (Divine Wisdom) poetry and sacred verse. Currently he is working on a 7 volume opus The Freedom Cycle, Dreams and Realities being the first.