The Cracks Are In Everything, Let the Light In!

Every day we watch, listen, become tweet aware the world is falling in around us. Any who refuse to recognise these truths are merely their own disaster in process. Best left to their own devices.

No matter how shocking, how terrible, criminal and psychopathic things present themselves there are always cracks appearing where the light will always be let in. When surrounded by darkness it is very hard to remember that light is merely not present. It never means it has been extinguished.

The birds, they sang
At the break of day
Start again, I heard them say
Don’t dwell on what has passed away
Or what is yet to be.

What we have in this moment is development, process towards the best in ourselves and in the wider environment. To proceed in this moment stuck on what has passed will never allow the present to gift itself in its wisdom and fullness.

Yeah, the wars
They will be fought again
The holy dove
She will be caught again
Bought and sold and bought again
The dove is never free.

The wars we support, rage against and fight are always a physical emanation of our lesser being allowing such primitive reactions to rule. The wars within us are raging as you read this, unresolved and not dealt with. We are, most of us, unwilling to admit or even process these feelings, habits and reactions that by and through themselves are witnessed in the wider world. The outer is and always has been a reflection of the inner. That is what makes us unable to live free, be free and celebrate freedom. We are both the jailor and jailed.

Do not believe those that insist we live in a free society, a free world and are blessed beyond others. Such arrogance and sheer ignorance displays only a childish, undeveloped view of the actual inner and outer world. Both are tarnished and covered in varying degrees of untruth, lies and self deception.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.

Looking for the idealists’ answer is merely chasing rainbows. Nothing is perfect. Everything is in process, so whittling, weaving, honing is far more creative than standing in a position of determined intransigence. That crack is what is imperative to uncover, expose and make available to everyone who desires freedom and the full flow of their humanity. Shedding light on the unknown makes it a part of the known moving forward.

We asked for signs
The signs were sent:
The birth betrayed
The marriage spent
Yeah, the widowhood of every government
Signs for all to see.

Believing someone else will sort your life and problems is the soaked nappy of childish belief. The only time we need protection while growing are those formative years. After adulthood is reached we have to, for better or worse find out the way and the meaning of our reason to be here and why we all are part of a process of growth. Slavery does not offer that, subservience also denies it. The breaking of bonds is what experience offers us. We ignore its lessons at our peril. Certainly we witness today that governments, royalty are in no way our servants. They have established their supremacy through becoming our masters. Time to stop the persistence of make believe.

I can’t run no more
With that lawless crowd
While the killers in high places say their prayers out loud
But they’ve summoned, they’ve summoned up a thundercloud
They’re gonna hear from me.

Once awakened it is imperative to face head on the malfeasance, the lying arrogance and self interest of power. Those not respecting and always breaking the law are low life even at the top. By their actions, example and sheer hubris, they daily expose their evil and criminal intent. Again the awake have that sacred duty of calling to account this obsessive imbalance.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.

Search and find those cracks!……..

You can add up the parts
You won’t have the sum
You can strike up the march
There is no drum
Every heart, every heart
To love, will come
But like a refugee.

As much as we’ll be thrown division and tempted to sow it, this will never gain the traction and end result we know in our hearts is attainable. The martial attrition they offer is nothing. Their empire ways are dead, to many who have the eyes to see, it is fossilised already. We are the answer, not any Me! Me! Me!. None of the I want chants modern technology throws our way will in any way fertilise the ground for the harvest our hearts know is coming. As we hold our arms open to those without, we support those who cannot support themselves, offer our haves to those that have not. Become community in the way no young person has yet experienced and fewer and fewer of the elders remain to testify to – then the hearts and minds will be not only attracted to but  won over

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in
That’s how the light gets in
That’s how the light gets in.

We are truly the light bringers. We know in our hearts where those cracks are. It is up to us to crack them open. We are the Many they are the Few.

Deep respect and gratitude to Leonard Cohen for his lyrics from ‘Anthem’

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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.

 

No Real News To Report But Weather Armageddon Heading Our Way

In the UK it is a national pastime, allegedly.

In the world it is a natural part of the whole. In the eyes and minds of those ruling over us, it becomes a distraction technique of the most insidious, callous and easily utilised imaginable.

It is The Weather.

The mainstream media’s MO is producing what they term as ‘news’,  saccharine coated fully serviceable redirection, propagandised spouting talking heads specifically chosen to tow mainstream lines through every hour and day. Each broadcast concluding with a candy covered, feel good item leaving the listener/viewer with a feeling of being ‘informed empathically’, while indoctrinated incessantly.

This is The News.

Any divergence from this formula and stated/forced intent is labelled ‘foreign agent in the pay and assisting enemy powers’ interference with legitimate democratic national interest, domestic terrorism or just coined through the soundbitten, easily digestible put down and shut up descriptor –  FAKE NEWS

The obsession with the weather has been an inculcated ‘norm’ on the British population for decades. It has, like the state funded (via coerced, forcible, public consent) broadcasting corporation, the BBC, been made a cosy, warm feeling, propagated as an essential in the British way of life. Thrust down viewers and listeners throats and ears, it is raised as high as any national emblem, a sacred right ritualised every hour of every day for copious monthly and yearly hours. Beyond irritating for cognitively sane movers and thinkers it remains the mind numbing conditioning for all those bought and paid up to having their lives ‘controlled’ by others.

Corporate TV and radio in the States exponentially uses precisely the same mind controlling methodologies. Yet let us focus on the British, since to all intents and purposes, they have never let go the reins of colonial and empire past. Thus what is good for the empire goose is good for all colonial ganders.

If one is brave enough to endure even a short period of research watching/listening to the delivery of the weather message it becomes obvious it is wrapped in so much cotton wool and Pollyanna whitewash that it caresses our critical faculties, becoming a toxic stroke and wet fish clout passed off as essential information.

The British media, especially the BBC prides itself as being our “Auntie” of essential information. Yet the reality is this state broadcaster, government biased output in news and current affairs is as specious as ninety-eight percent of its content. Bleating cries of “We are an unbiased source” is on par with any red handed caught criminal crying “It was not me, guv. I’m innocent!”

Yet the weather addicted viewing public, trapped in their own myopic acceptance of such falsehoods, punctuated by incessant weather updates, refuse to believe they are being played like third world made Strads.

Weather changes all the time. That is its nature. Yet creating this natural occurrence to have its own soap opera presentation using all the pathetic tricks in the book of location placement, viewer grabbed images subsequently ‘owned’ into their huge copyright abusing libraries, so called sensational ‘breaking weather’ updates keeps the twenty four hour schedules replete with even greater and more pernicious bullshit continuing the mind numbing of audiences.

Mainstream ‘News’ is rarely anything of the sort. Controlled by a handful of self interest, operated as fiefdoms to the ruling elites the minute by minute controlled incarceration of information feeding is way more dreadful and insidious than Orwell could have ever imagined. His written warnings, in the shape of such tomes as 1984 could never have imagined the depth a dull sensed, ignorant and compliant public could be willingly led into.

The arrival of the Internet, alternative news outlets and sources has at least given opportunity for some balance and redress. The war on such journalism is witness as both to its threat and the vicious, totalitarian-driven and lunatic reaction in both methodology and substance.

Truly this WW3 we are constantly warned about is in full swing and is actually a Global War on the Mind. Hidden for a greater part, mendacious, lying, covert and overt it ramps itself up as a fully transparent leviathan for good, while in reality being its antithesis. Two constants in the armoury of the aggressors are The News and Weather. There are many more larger and smaller obvious and  less obvious weapons. Yet when it comes to control of our thought processes, the nurturing of our self created ‘comfort zones’ these two are up front, personal and  ‘in yer face’.

It is fascinating to notice how many alternative sources are devoid of weather updates unless it is actually impacting and essential to real news reporting, as in tsunamis, firestorms, hurricanes and the like.

What is certain is that it will rain, shine, wind and snow on us to some degree, at every point of today, tomorrow and beyond. What is highly disputable is whether we need saturating in its performance beyond normal awareness and taking precautionary measures. Yet until enough people shout “STFU with your BS” it will be a major artery in our collective control.

Under cover of distraction news and current affairs real news of unreported evil, wars, coercion, control and abuse of power are smoothly avoided. When such real news is reported in the alternative outlets it is lambasted as Fake News.

While the criminal is allowed to cry innocent when obviously parading his own transparent guilt, such dystopian times will continue. Only individual actions of rebellion and informed rejection and revolt can stem this cancer.

Highly Likely News, heavily targeted by the evil forces to be silenced refuses such aggression and will continue to bring you the other side and hopefully stir the juices of critical thinking into lubricating inner awareness and change.

Eat Gruel While I Give Golden Cookies To Foreigners

Imagine this – you are desperate for good health care. There is little or no food on the table. The roof over your head is leaking and winter is coming. No gas in the car and the kids are screaming blue murder from all the Vaxxing you are ordered to give them, which you cannot afford.

Over the other side of the street foreigners are being given golden cookies, healthcare like no other, as much food as they want, a good solid property stolen from friends of yours. They even have special roads to travel fast in new cars bought for them and the best health care system money can buy – free. Oh, and billions of dollars!

Would you roll over and silently accept that people you have never met, were never family nor had never done you a good turn in their lives could benefit at your total expense?

By the way you are not allowed to say No way! because it is the law of the land that these people not even actually living or born in your country have ordered your government to make it illegal for you to criticise in any way whatsoever their rights to be better than you. Let’s say they are your remote government, which breaks your Constitution, just to rub it in.

Would you not feel disgruntled enough, annoyed and angry you were told on one hand you were exceptional and on the other treated like the shit a foreign dog dropped on your doorstep?

If you live in America then this is precisely the share you are dealt daily.

The State of Israel, a terrorist entity from the day it was born is fu**ing you over and you, by law or pain of imprisonment are allowed to say zilch, nada, zip!

Your government today announced the donation of a $3.8 billion gift to the state of 38billion-stacked-wideIsrael each year and every year for the next ten years. It amounts to $7,230 per minute to Israel, or $120 per second

The AIPAC sponsored bill that guarantees $38 billion to Israel over the next ten years is a dramatic departure from the deal offered under President Obama’s 2016 Memorandum of Understanding (MOU).[1] Passed by the House of Representatives on September 12, 2018, the United States-Israel Security Assistance Authorization Act of 2018 effectively rolls back every limitation that President Obama placed on the amount of aid we give to Israel.

cell-alertOn top of that the recently sent message to every cell phone, every handheld in the US by FEMA, the self same organisation with pre-prepared hundreds of concentration camps around the States along with black coffins in stacks, has infected your communications device by grabbing all info, monitoring all you do and say on it and added an ability to close it down at any time they choose.

The hilariously sick point, and one missed by virtually everyone, is that you live in the land of the Brave and home of the Free.

It is still very difficult to decipher how brave one has to be to  surrender all rights to life on your terms to those of a foreign entity, let alone feel free from a prison you walked into without a whimper asking politely for the jailor to throw away the key.

All that remains to be said is enjoy the short while you have left in servitude and bondage as your leaders are off now to start a war they think they can win yet in truth will end with them being bombed to oblivion in a matter of hours. You, dear citizens, will be that war’s cannon fodder or should I say those nukes incineration mark.

Life can be such fun when you’re brainless, authoritarian followers and watching TV and believing every word you’re told!!

aipac-MenendezAIPACRemember to thank the AIPAC lot who brought you this program, the Zionists who dictated the surrender and yourselves for never having awoken.

Natural World Declares War On USA – USA Declares War on Everyone

Florence is staking her claim on property, lives and dealing a lesson the US is far too lazy to comprehend. Like some latter day King Lear the powers that be in the States turn to anything and everything and cry:

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drench’d our steeples, drown’d the cocks!

In an exceptional display of arrogance and highest hubris those that drive the madness that is the dying Empire consistently feel they are above all. They invade, illegally bomb and pervert the course of justice as they see fits their agendas.

The trade spat with China grows daily as Donald Trump throws vitriol and threats through the Twittersphere. Rage and Outrage are the order of the day. It has always been this way. The American exceptional caricature is bang on – shouting, screaming their rightness and overarching cardboard dominance strung together with loose cannons rightly able to blow us all to bits.outrage=meme

Russophobia now joined at the mentally incapable ear lobe with Sinophobia is being injected into the blood stream of America daily through the media channels so adept at shovelling excrement into barely alive brain cells. Its Pharma based opioid of bullshit works a dream – in keeping the American Dream as docile and compliant as necessary.

“‘We have far more bullets’ blasts the 280 character President. His ranting promises more tariffs, sanctions and economic peril. The dormant American citizen, while starving in their battered huts they call homes little realise the tsunami of pain their Prez is ordering down on them.

The Deep State loves the confusion, the lunacy at the top. Their puppet is played at every character of his assumed world power game.

Mike Pompeo meanwhile stokes the fire that will become the destruction of the Maduro Government in Venezuela. His old colleagues at the CIA already well on their way, in talks with the ‘opposition parties’, to incite the usual, predictable revolution of Freedum and Demakracy will do their darnedest to make sure the natural resources and minds of the Venezuelan people are sacred down to the floor.

Both Russia and China watch on as the destruction from within the USA continues apace. The louder the cries of “Exceptional” the more pitiful the country looks.

The voices of dissent and intelligence, yes there are many, in the States are so marginalised and locked down in an Orwellian tragedy, it is a wonder dissent can still be heard.

RAF-604587The midget allies, pompously believing in their assumed greatness, Great Britain and France strut around. One sends its few jets up into the skies above England and into international airspace trumpeting they are stopping “Russian Aggression”. Meanwhile Russian planes continue on their journey through international airspace bemused at the poodle’s antics.

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The midget Macron proudly asserts he is two steps away from becoming Napoleon the Turd. His minder, Brigitte Macron, crone and carer resorts to leaving her beauty therapy at the Elysée Palace for a few minutes to check on her charge.

tropical stormMeanwhile Mother Nature has been cooking up some reality pies for one and all. Her refusal to buy into the Global Warming distraction, knowing full well it is Her natural cycles that are driving what we humans cannot control, expends yet more volcanoes spew. The Pacific Rim is her playground for attention and She is damned sure a few 8 magnitudes and attention grabbing tsunamis will wake a few more to the arrogant dismissal the few throw at Her.Screen Shot 2018-09-22 at 09.00.52

It will be a weekend and few weeks of excitement for Her and many more wake ups for humanity. The concomitant dumbing down will rattle on apace as the credibility of the ruling powers shatters with each further absurdity they throw out.

You can trust one thing. Highly Likely is there catching their game at as many moves as it can keep pace with. We continue to call out BS, lies and mendacity come rain or shine.

Have a great weekend wherever you are! Just ask yourself……..

Will sense prevail?

Will enlightenment crack open a few more skulls?

At Highly Likely News we can only say – “It is Highly Likely!”