Returning Sovereign Being and Rights – A Sacred Act

Listening to an interview this morning where Afshin Rattansi, host of Going Underground on RT, asked actor Clarke Peters, he of Da5 Bloods fame, his view of the arts, music, dance and poetry being expunged,  step by step, from the UK curricula in children’s schools. This was in reference to the fact that poetry has been the first to fall in the lunatic educational Covid-Cull field in the UK.

His response was:

When you take the arts out of the elementary schools systems, you take away a platform of humanity and spirituality and love that you should be giving to a child at that point in time. I have seen this in America where the first things that have been cut were music classes, drama classes, from that it went into art classes.
So what does that leave you with?
That leaves you with very dry subjects that have nothing to do with that which feeds your soul, to feed that part of you that carries your humanity. It is necessary to keep the arts in the schools. Music, theatre, if you can get dancing there, painting, all of those things are what the human being needs. Gardening, put gardening in there.  When you take that away from a human being, you are taking away a piece of their soul. You are undermining who that human being is, or who that human being has a chance to be. Absurd, absolutely absurd. I am sorry that is how I feel about it!”

Clarke Peters has beautifully verbalised exactly what is being done to, not only the children, the next generations, but also to the people, the adults in this world. Desensitising, obliterating critical thinking, disallowing freedom of expression, speech and freedom of movement. If these actions are not curtailing and stifling life, then tell me what is.

It does not matter which pathetic, specious excuse is ramped up, propagandised without any shred of credibility or discussion. That there are so many that are content to suck up the BS  they use to transgress human values, to beat into submission the right of every human being on this blue marble. The fact that they are doing this for ends that have nothing whatsoever to do with looking after us or for our own good, is as criminal as it gets.

There is no consent from the people, whatever they may tell us. Common Law, that law that is above any sort of legal argument they produce is sacrosanct. That they tell us it is irrelevant is yet more lies. The criminal, in your house telling you it his right to steal from you and that you have no right to resist, is that right, let alone legal?

Of course not. When we accept that denial of freedom of any sort is OK, then we have handed our divine right as a free human being to another to dictate to us.

We cry for the atrocities we see happening in the world. We cry for the starving children, the bestial treatment of others in our family of humanity, yet all the time we allow transgression, not only on our doorstep but within our own homes, to be meted out to us, without so much of a word of resistance.

To the “Well we voted them in, so that is our consent” statement . No, we did not and neither is it giving our consent. That can only be through a wet ink signature from each and every one of us. A tick in the box of preference is not consent nor the handing over of our power of attorney to criminals. Even if we are told, “That has always been the way we do these things” never makes it legal or lawful. Common Law, is very precise and clear that consent of the people must be gained. Criminals who by their actions and edicts inflict harm and suffering on human beings,  sovereign beings, without their consent do break the most sacred law and must account for their criminality.

On this alone we can and must hold them to account.

That in the UK, in the Withdrawal Agreement Bill Art:38 ,  Boris Johnson and all who voted that bill through has committed high treason. They have declared Parliament to be Sovereign. It is not and never has been. It cannot be unless a coup d’etat has been enacted, which violates the rights of the people.

We the people are sovereign.

The Crown, acting as titular representation of that sovereignty has been usurped, dethroned of all power and status and exiled. The Royal Crest on the gates of Buckingham Palace are covered up. The Queen’s regiments withdrawn, replaced by maritime soldiers. The royal residence shuttered up.

To add insult to injury, she was dragged along to “open Parliament” without even wearing her crown. That is the first time in English history this has ever occurred. A real symbol of take over of  power in the kingdom.

We can all bang on, protest and stomp feet at the endless injustices thrown on us all. Yet to take any meaningful action, we must do that as one – as The People.

When our children are abused, our very being transgressed, then it becomes imperative for us all to stand up and say:

“NO! WE, THE PEOPLE, UPHOLD A WARRANT FOR THE ARREST OF ALL WHO PERPETRATE HARM ON OUR SOVEREIGN BEING. IN THE NAME OF COMMON LAW YOU ARE TRANSGRESSING THE VERY ESSENCE OF WHAT IT IS TO BE A HUMAN BEING!”

Excusing this as ‘they are more powerful than us’ is criminally wrong and an act of apology for collusion. Our fear is the only thing that stops us taking back our Human Rights and making our Sovereign voice heard.

That they are already suggesting they deny us our human rights must be the core of our defence in a New Magna Carta 2020 we insist is reinstated as The Law above all laws, save Divine Law.

Common Law is above all law, be it Merchant, Admiralty whatever. To be told it is an old, dead law is yet one more compounding lie to be squashed. It is eternal.

If we profess to be humans, with souls and heart, then if but for no one else, we must take action for the children and all generations to come.

To allow tyranny to win is no option. There are no more excuses…… period!

STAND UP AS LIONS AND FIGHT!
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A Fairy Tale for 2019

A SALUTARY STORY OF SORROW MET DEALT WITH AND ASSUAGED

A long, long time ago in a land far from trouble and strife there lived and ruled a rich king and his fair queen. Their offspring, one girl, one boy and three others of assorted gender who had absolutely nothing better to do than complain their gender differences mattered in the kingdom, all bickered and quarrelled with each other as had their father and rich king enshrined in their very privileged minds.

Their exceptionalism, the descriptor having been bestowed on them at birth by their king, allowed them to feel exceptionally aloof from the hoi polloi populating so much of the rest of the kingdom. It was so estranging, so total that even they with their privileges were encouraged daily to go into the public square and encourage the people to think likewise – exceptionally. After many decades it was soon abundantly clear their daily seeding of such thoughts brought about an exceptional degree of arrogance, assumption of greatness, prosperity, number oneism and general belief in their own creation. In their imagined fullness they totally missed out on the reality of things as they are.

Throughout the rest of the world, not contained within the king’s kingdom, a manifest realisation led to a globally echoed line now infamously burned into history.

There is something rotten in the State of Exceptionalia“.

Its repetition produced not fear but hilarity as those outside saw those inside the kingdom riding on the crest of their imagined wave oozing such pompous proportions they had no chance to perceive the tsunami of hubris racing up to meet them. While many in the rest of the world lived in abject poverty due to a trade embargo by the King’s men and staunching of the reserves of financial command , the people of Exceptionalia believed they lived The Dream. They felt so privileged to be living off the fruits of the land where freedom as the key progenitor equipped them to express their divine right as exceptionals into every orifice of life, land and liberty. That this was truly an illusion passed them by.

At times, well truth be told, all the time, they found themselves out there in the wider world bagging yet more rich resources or staging posts for expansion in an ill thought out, messy and collaterally devastating way. This as it happens meant nothing in the order of chaos sown. Chaos seemed to work so well for them they continued as they only knew fit, with bombs, decimation and distain. Back home the people, now fixated on their distractions freely offered and exceptionally available cared not one infant death as long as they had their toys. When doubt did sow its heady ointments into the still liquid minds of mostly Western state populace, the King’s eldest boy met with his psychopathic school mates from Cuckoonalia and created internal mayhem in the form of what became quaintly named false flag attacks. These involved often active shooters in schools, malls and anywhere the television ‘copters and cameras could reach in under three minutes. Always it had the effect of shutting up the nay sayers and doubters. Most never realised how many passports found at crime scenes, how many incantations to a foreign and strange god uttered moments before annihilation or membership to a rifle organisation indicated a thoroughly set piece set up delivered.

Such quiescence suited all especially the King and his men and erstwhile, cow towing women. In spite of ludicrous mini sub groups of the disenfranchised and disaffected of many colours crying foul and a rise in political correctness on a nano cosmic scale, the king’s lesser bred brood never really suffered any serious attention. Liberals, as they were laughingly referred to tried to fuel the bandwagon, but we all know a three wheeled bandwagon never really makes any appreciable distance.

As more and more adventures were made into and around the world outside the kingdom, it became apparent even to the lowly goat herders on the plains of far off lands and the river folk along the water arteries of the lands where dragons lived that something was so out of kilter, action was needed. The blood and treasure of the king’s men and hirsute women never really amounted to much even in their deathly throes, so any returning were cast onto a pit outside the royal domain where their grovelling and bemoaning their lot was taken up, recorded and turned into a sensational hit of the year in the Misery Moments, an overtly popular TV reality show fed the masses.

The fly in the ointment of global healing was as always a small sliver of land in the middle kingdoms where previously ancient territorial rights had been usurped, under false pretence and occupied by the most evil and rapacious liars, murderers and bigoted beasts. These creatures dressed themselves in a panoply of inured suffering at the hands of everyone else. This had worked for many years as cover for an unrighteous rightness and special privilege. It gained them places in the high offices of everywhere under sufferance of guilt imposed on the put upon parties. In the Kingdom, their success with this policy of attainment had been the literal crowning jewel in their achievements.

As much as the King of Exceptionalia was rich it was in no small part due to the deals he had struck with the upstart state of Cuckoonalia, as this Middle Kingdom was known.

Its name grafted onto it by dint of its ability to enter any place it wished to settle and cast out or subjugate the rightful brood whose nest it had been. These criminal cabals of ghastliness oozed into every artery of governance. Their storm troopers of guile were sent to train so many around the world in the craft of deception, cruelty and total lack of tolerance and empathy.

Their crown jewel, its King and the various arms of state became a unity for evil intention. As the stakes were raised, the ridicule becoming even more ridiculous, the mutterings from around an outside world became the strength of vocal disdain and dismissal toward the overarching Kingdom of Exceptionalia.

Out of the North East and Far East the twin beasts of ancient times awoke from a long slumber of millennia. The Great Bear and the Red Dragon stretched in the dawning, extended influence and sanity and stood in the way of a King whose powers had exceeded even his exceptional vision. No thanks to his lieutenants, his cohorts of secretive black organisations and other useful idiots, his power was met full frontal and with little opportunity to debase it.

Along with his friends in Cuckoonalia and anyone else too dim to see the inevitable outcome, he boasted about the greatness of all he had under him. The Bear mightily unimpressed, laughed and distanced himself from the inevitable implosion. The Dragon stood aside, silently observing, with assistance of so many eras of foresight and awaited the inevitable, life saving preparations for the changes ahead.

It was the disappearance into the dust of vanity of his three gender uncertain progeny that amusingly brought the King’s attention to the fact that not everything was fine and dandy in the land. His acolytes, self serving pedophile hangers on and mega rich supporters scurried off the sinking ship to be greeted by a mega tsunami of wised up savvy types who not only exposed this wretched motley crew but encouraged disparate bands of well armed revengers to cut their bodily functions off one by one.

Little was heard by way of cries for leniency. Such evil deserved exorcism in the most expedient manner.

As the King faced ultimate derision, alongside the utter dilution of a former military might funded by graft and guile, the Great Bear alongside its protected family of well cared for peoples finally showed its might. The Red Dragon, whose expertise in copying the best of the rest had amplified into an Eastern art form of incredible beauty and showed its true centuries old magnificence.

The clatter of plastic breaking along the length and breadth of the Kingdom of Exceptionalia could be heard across the globe.

Mutterings of discontent were stammered out in a lonely isle at sea, alone in the drifting Northern Floes. Tepid draught was drunk, lukewarm waters taken to assuage a misery of lost empires and ridiculed greatness on par with their exceptional cousins across the waters.

To the east a continent of squabbling natives never truly integrated, nor showing anything akin to backbone swiftly drowned in its own mess of potage it had tried so hard to implement union.

The only saving grace from both these also rans was their populace who rightly, vigorously and viciously exposed and dealt with the swine of Cuckoonalians among them. This exposure brought a veritable vengeance that for millennia would become source of many a fable forked out for children nestling in the laps of parents and elders, who in turn encouraged them never to support such deceptions again.

It soon became clear the fabled Exceptional Dream was just that. A mirage of masturbated madness forced onto enfeebled minds. The King, his eldest son and surviving acolytes were swiftly brought before the Global Register of Union, masterfully created through multipolar agreement, and were ridiculed until their tortured souls could handle no more.

The indigenous folk of the Middle Kingdom, whose reputation for endurance and tenacity was legend regained their lands, accepted all those who allowed fraternal and sororal bonding to stay and rejuvenate age old community prior to the invasion of the Cuckoonalia.

As the fair queen and her daughter sloped off back to their true roots to merge, mingle and play baubles, bangles and bling the Great Bear and Red Dragon raised their glasses and toasted sanity and its inevitable return centre stage.

The blue marble seemed in that moment from an ever present alien eye to be very pleasingly blue hued. It was time to recede into even deeper invisibility until the next cycle demanded its  overseeing.

 

Family Is Everything – Yet Do We Believe In Our Human Family?

At this time of year we gather round, meet up, get together and celebrate.

We do this most often as our own blood families come together. For many also the family does not get together as issues, resentments, unexpressed walls built up deny the unity of family.

The message that is traditional to this time of year is one of love, compassion, care for those less better off. Charity of heart and pocket is called up. Yet so much of the original message, the essence of what it is to call oneself a Christian celebrating the Christ message has been erased from awareness, desire and will. Replaced by plastic consumerism, divisive declarations of better than thou – we are left in a snow lacking mire of self adoration/hate/loathing vanity.

The irony is the message’s origins were never exclusive to Christianity. The day of Christmas was designated not actually a birthday. The message was a common cry and exhortation for the human family to unite, to love, care and respect each other as unique stewards of a totally interdependent and interconnected planet of all beings. It did and always will be way beyond religious connotation or ownership. No one owns this message, we all need to share it as daily observance, not merely at specified times.

As we are asked to celebrate and its promotion is thrust down our throats by those whose actions and life examples are so often in complete opposition to that message, we never seem to question more. Like good sheep we shop till we drop, we expend anxiety on meals and food that is so often created in such indulgence, we conveniently forget our true responsibility to the greater family, near and far.

Easy of a Christmas morning to greet others on the street, outside the home with “Happy Christmas!” often the only time of any year when actual speech is shared with many strangers. This may make us feel exonerated for our lack of social interaction the rest of the time, yet it keeps us in a loop of disconnect.

We are told of the starving masses. More often not told of the poverty, need, hunger and desolation of so many others. It is often considered by selfish people replete with their Christmas table, bad manners to speak about the reality of deprivation of every kind on this holiday. Yet the spectacle of ignoring it because it is Christmas is proof positive of the utter insensitivity and hypocrisy we have created this festival to represent.

So much money not existing for social programs goes to the war chest. No major country is exempt from this vile tactic. Peace becomes a commodity that does not pay well, according to the spenders and decision makers, therefore is avoided other than superficially. This action is reflected in the superficial “happy” face, smiles we draw upon each season of good will. We are so utterously treacherous to ourselves in so many ways as to be blind to the reality around us.

We are not a species lacking in compassion. Neither are we a species unable to love, cherish and support. Yet we chose so often that selfish path.

Perhaps remembering we are a human family and each and everyone of us matters might be the very best thought to drive actions from here. It requires us to rise far higher within ourselves than we are presently doing. Each of us can do so much better, love so much more, be far more tolerant of others, develop a deeper empathy taking us way beyond the skin deep processes we subdivide ourselves into at present.

If we are to avoid even greater separation and division, human contact must surely start with touching our own hearts and minds. Only by our actions selflessly employed can we even begin to address something that reflects the potential of what we as humans are capable of creating.

It is never the lack of ability or tools. It is always the propensity of will we carry within to implement positive, progressive change from the same old. Our lives depend on it, our actions towards that goal will define the true message we need to practice.

Let us hope we develop enough wisdom to make it so.