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Reasons to Be Joyful – Part the Next

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.

Fearlessness, Truth and Humour

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 –

“Cry Freedom and unleash the lions of Natural Law”.


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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Looking Beyond Distraction

It is a truism to say we are all utterly distracted and redirected towards the motherload of irrelevant and self created relevant suffering.

Those wishing we comply again and again reap their harvest of unending and predictable dross that keeps all confused, frustrated and angry. It has always been this way. It is the way of maintaining fear and inevitable breakdown of resistance to the most obvious of inflictions.

So many pride themselves, mostly erroneously, on an ability to stand up and say No! We strut and preen ourselves on the sofas, as we watch, as the infestation of our minds by sheer blatant bullshite, lies and propaganda are drilled into us. Our reactions of disbelief and anger, gobsmacking fury as all around us the cost of staying alive is hiked to astronomical heights. We rarely pipe up and say, “Enough!” Of course we do not, we have to keep the treadmill we were suckered into rolling around and around, getting nowhere.

It is mightily astounding how so many fall for this day in, week out, year in, for life. The fallacy they have bought into is that there is no other way and by changing the figures, we can confidently call puppets, at the top they expect things to change to their advantage and future proofing. It is as naive a narrative as to doom humankind to a future of eating bugs and AI controlling the intake of said bugs.

How is it so few decide that enough is enough? Where are the explorers, inventors, seekers after the never before experienced and those that most importantly steer the worst towards the best? We kid ourselves we are progress personified, yet when did progress develop even greater slavery, even more insidious rape, pillage and plunder of our minds, bodies and very being?

In the 1997 film A Beautiful Life, where Guido Orefice, a Jewish Italian bookshop owner, employs his fertile imagination to shield his son from the horrors of internment in a Nazi concentration camp. One of the most moving films anyone could watch, yet his approach to protection was to engage his son to believe all that which he and the interns were experiencing was a grand game. Although this does not shield from the horrors perpetrated, it enabled both his son and he to be positively distracted, in order to survive and surpass.

It seems to many an impossible task to carve out something beautiful from the horrors so many are inflicted with, yet all the while the transgressions have worsened, the light and flame of better, of renewal never being extinguished. It has, in fact, been moulding a future where the dawn brings, support, growth and an unimpeachable release from the financial burdens we have all been convinced are inevitable and the stuff of life.

If you imagine, and yes it could well be tricky, that if the financial burden of having to work to pay the bills, support the family, pay the taxes and grovel before the masters of demand in order to survive the day, if that disappeared as part of our lives, what would you do with the freedom and release it opens us and our imagination to?

The initial reaction for most is inevitably: ‘That cannot be possible!’

Yet that knee jerk thought is the very barrier to imagination flourishing. Try harder, make believe it is possible and ask yourself – “What can I develop and offer that makes me feed my passion and creative output, at the same time as serving the community?”

Having been a slave to wake up, eat, work, eat and sleep, most have never given themselves the pleasure and privilege to ponder such realities. Most slump back convinced the only way is to slave on, remain under another’s authority and never develop beyond misery and the forlorn hope that winning the lottery would allow escape. The odds of winning are the dreams of all preferring to ignore the huge odds against.

Yet without spending a penny, the freedom and release believed to be contained in financial enrichment, goes way beyond that narrow reality. It relies on a single thought and action to make a reality of a belief. The belief being?

“I can change my life, I can become whoever and whatever I wish passionately to be, all I need to do is take action making this seed grow into glorious reality.”

Because of conditioning and a life of ‘It’ll never actually happen’ type of thinking, most likely the next thought that follows “What if?”, is – “Nah! but a great thought!”

Who therefore is the first to crash that thought highway?
You, naturally!

Where are you making for? It takes
So many thousand years to wake
But will you wake for pity’s sake?

from Christopher Fry’s A Sleep of Prisoners

Yet a little research, not a great deal, for those loathe thinking differently, shows the answer is staring us in the face and always has been. Yet, fear of outcomes, fear of not having enough (whatever that interprets as), fear of every refusal to throw everything to the wind and go for it, is precisely what stops us moving forward.

Personally, I started this process decades ago. At first I had nothing like the support and wisdom I have now, yet did that stop me marching forward, often on my own – of course not!

Today I am surrounded with so many who have taken those self same choices and from having started a life working within the cauldron of propaganda, lies and BS news, I sit back and laugh as I analyse the shite they pour on us everyday. I am interested enough to give all of it 5/10 minutes of my day to see where they are leading people. I know exactly what they are trying to manifest and it is rubbish, yet I make myself analyse all this, as without the knowledge of what they are doing I would be ill-informed to counter it fully. People say to me “I never watch the news” and thus are themselves ill-informed. It cannot be a badge of honour to be ignorant of what the enemy is doing and how. Many use the excuse of avoiding the negative in all that, without realising they have not even begun to strengthen themselves against such influences, by fearing the influence of the same.

You see, that paucity of comprehension, leaves most with less idea than they could have, around the lack of strength in being able to face the negative. Once you know what your enemy is inflicting or endeavouring to inflict then counter measures become pertinent and powerful.

Of course when practiced in the art of knowing the moves, it becomes obvious what their next moves are and enables us to be at least ten steps ahead. Forming a cogent plan to counter, when they themselves do not realise we know, through arrogance or whatever, has been the game plan all along. That is the real meaning of smart!

Getting caught up in the trail of distraction they lay before us, like seeds for a flock of birds, is utterly time and energy wasting. See it and avoid, do not contract, engage or argue it. Waste of time. The distractions become so obvious, it is laughable.

The antidote to all this is a plan. A plan that has teeth, is solid and works beyond the realm of disbelief fostered on the unwitting.

We happily talk of freedom, yet from the confines of the prison we have built for ourselves, within the regime of totalitarian double speak, it is very hard to untangle the truth of that word from the madness of disconnect and self-delusion.

Democracy is touted as the casus belli for each and every purpose in subjugating any belief that does not follow this desperate formulation of a word stripped of any original meaning. As Orwellian as it comes, democracy thus enacted equals destruction of any other impartial thought of equity, justice and fair counting. If it really described what it says on the tin, it too would be banned, even though that is precisely what they enact through subterfuge, while maintaining its illusion of being.

The lunacy of actions we see perpetrated around the Western world can be compared to the actions of a small man, carrying his own manhood representation and touting it as huge, while driving a red Ferrari or Porsche to prove his point (pun intended). All it needs is for enough to point at this ridiculous parade of self delusion and cry, “Gotcha!” In this way the illusion dissipates and is shown for its worthlessness.

The West’s manhood dropped off a long time ago however, its own Project Bluebeam delusion, aka Agenda 30, tries hard to manifest a worthwhile hard-on through projecting lies as manifest truth. When you enable the corruption of collective critical thinking to the point where most fall down feeling resistance is futile, then superficially you have created the game changer desired. Yet this defies the innate human response to full-on BS within the mind. At some stage a reality fracture enables each to grasp the opportunity to see ‘behind the curtain’. True many do not bother to part the curtain, however those that do inevitably enable the ‘light’ to fall on closed and semi-closed minds. It is this process that the breakdown of faux-reality begins its inexorable self-destruction, akin to some lunatic global Truman Show ending.

When that happens many become witness to a truth and reality they had been sheltered and diverted from, all their lives. The dawning on many that this deprivation from what has always existed, becomes an ‘Aha’ moment of seismic proportions, beckons hearts and minds to seek integration like no other. Against this impulse there can be no turning back!

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