Thursday last the BBC trumpeted the opening of Glastonbury Festival with the new, shiny fast and clear 5G intro to commercial public use. The reporter from Glastonbury was asked how fail safe it is and was seen and heard to say “Hopefully, ….” before the connection failed dramatically.
Happy Clappy Mindlessness
A comedy spoof series like W1A could not have scripted it better.
Meanwhile on the psychological effects and mind crushing military technology, the guinea pig attendees continue to be doused in toxic levels of its so called super fast vibrations. Although drugs, drink and general unruly behaviour will be the plausible deniable excuses rolled out for nose bleeds, headaches and other adverse effects, with the sun at its hottest all year, the weather will be brought forward to explain everything and excuse the propagandised hay with its ill effects on people.
FaecesBook has already censored almost instantaneously any postings showing the ill effects poured onto the crowd. Several videos showing negative pulsing were doomed on upload. Even the connection to the outside world has been censored beyond any totalitarian wet dream.
Harsh reality for those that care
We are being culled people, you don’t want to believe it, but we are. Many will show symptoms in the coming years of this poisoning.
People say:
“Well I went to Glastonbury and feel fine, nothing bad happened to me”.
Oh! the ignorance of people who believe if it does not impact in the first 10 seconds then it is safe!
The ability to convey the tortured path we all seem to buy into is getting harder and harder. Censorship of truth is stifled. Algorithms denying messages, articles, comments are targeting stuff such as this. I have no illusions about the reach I personally may achieve. Even one person receiving this is a win. If then shared on another and so on.
The apathy and helplessness people so often feel is a direct result from all the propagandised shit being spewed them. So people can if they so wish ignore the mountain ranged against us all.
Living in Glastonbury myself, the benefits from the festival at least 5 miles away in Pilton are negligible. When Michael Eavis stole the town’s name for his idea he originally promised residents of our town free tickets.
That died a death before first offer. He then arranged the Glastonbury Extravaganza a month or so following the Festival as compensation. As much as he seems a lovable fellow, his family fell into the claws and clutches of the corporatocracy and sold their souls and the festival to money.
A while back he personally told me it costs a million quid to clear up after the festival. With tens of millions that is chicken feed.
Control and/or fry the brains/minds
Yet I would ask, how do you pay for and clear up the physical, mental and psychological damage the allowing 5G to play us all for guinea pigs, especially the blind deaf and dumb who come for the music, fun and getting fucked?
5G will fuck us all unless we rise up.
At present it is strutting its poison in London, Edinburgh, Cardiff, Birmingham, Manchester, and Belfast. Tomorrow its toxicity will infect even more.
Caste these warnings aside at your peril, your choice. Just do not come bleating back later when the tumours start, the sickness worsens and your whole body runs with blood on the outside and you find your cognitive faculties have been invaded beyond repair.
Setting aside the intolerable handhelds, using the mobile with huge discretion will unfortunately be available only to those with a smidgen of cognitive, working processes.
The lambs are programmed to the slaughter, ignorant of how controlled they allow themselves to be. Stupid gets its just rewards and no quantity of empathy or sorrow will change that.
Remember this for your life’s sake
The landline is a lifeline yet will be discarded as ancient.
When the solar weather brings its CMEs blasting the magnetosphere and creating the ionosphere to excite, uprooting the electo-magnetic connection, frying the electric driven globe, even that will be burned out.
Imagine all the simple peeps who know nothing except their handheld world. Truly then the zombies will roam the world.
Meanwhile enjoy what they pass off as “music” and do nothing! There will always be the likes of our sort doing everything to stop this madness!
Pray for us and y’all
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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.
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