Thursday 27 January 2011

Keep An Eye On The Weather

Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. Forgive me as it has been 3 weeks since my last confession. This is my fourth attempt to write about the maelstrom between my ears. I hope this one doesn’t peter out before the end as the others did.

Sometimes the inner voice goes silent. Sometimes we need to think and assimilate. Those of us who have tried to awaken from this living nightmare know that the carousel of carnage is spinning faster and faster. I feel the need to find the centre. If we miss the real target this time the party is over - finis.

Round and round we go, where we stop, do we really know? I read the headlines, the unnatural deaths in nature, the many Earthquakes, rivers changing colour and of course floods. I’m not providing links because the wanderers through this garden are more literate than I. Biblical comes to mind, don’t you think?

I have been paying attention to the crap they want us watch - the latest and brightest colour revolution in Islamistan – AKA Tunisia - from the spawn scions of Skull and Bones. Who could forget the wounded CONgress critter with the dead Feral Judge and other, lesser folk? Why are they focusing on the one survivor? Where is the exit wound? Who really cares?

The construct we have in our minds of who ‘we’ are and where we come from is false. We build the construct of our lives and make that real in our minds. We have been sold the most monstrous lie. None of our ideas of history – near and ancient – are true. Whoever controls the past controls the present.

Modern Archaeology has explored records of only the last, maybe, 5000 years. That’s when a seemingly happy, nomadic species suddenly thought it a great idea to develop agriculture, cities, social status, kings, priests, slavery and commerce. I would have loved to hear that speech!

This all happened in the same location of the planet that has since spawned 3 monotheistic religions -the Middle East. See a link there? Also note – there was a brief attempt in Egypt to adopt monotheism but thankfully the natives stamped it out pronto.

To borrow a Soviet era Russian joke, there’s no news in the truth and no truth in the news. The medical profession is a corporate front - murder for profit. Organised religions are the front for organised crime – the originators of though crime. Be a good serf and nirvana awaits the meek, rebel and you’re hell bound. It’s getting hard to see what the difference might be.

An ancient Evil exists in parallel with us on this planet. We look at the Rothschilds and the Warburgs and the Rockefellers etc and we think we see the enemy. Nope – not even close. They are merely the latest servants of their masters – marionettes and front men.

Did you ever wonder how 43 of the US presidents had links to European royal bloodlines – the Black Nobility? Why are there 3 ‘city states’ on the planet - the Vatican, the Venetian City of London and Washington DC? All of which venerate prominent Egyptian Obelisks and all have full diplomatic immunity. There’s a timeline there and it’s not difficult to spot

Bloodlines and power – that’s the theme as far back as we can see. The man known as the Christ came to us to show a better way. His words and deeds were rapidly usurped and twisted. Constantine seized on an opportunity to expand and rejuvenate a crumbling Empire. The teachings of Christ were systematically eradicated or rewritten. How can we ever calculate our collective loss?

The Roman Church has been the darkest influence on the planet for 2 millennia. From their ranks they have spawned inquisitions, genocide of millions, the decimation of womanhood’s influence, the burning at the stake of ‘heretics’ – to name but a few of their crimes. All the while they preyed (pun intended) on the inner light of millions as cover for their deeds.

They assure us that ‘all that is in the past’. Tell that to the murdered and crushed generations of children that have come to light. The Vatican bank is now receiving some scrutiny. Banking and Temporal Power intertwined like the twin serpents of the Cadeus. They held the rains of power and what good came of it. The power has moved on and has reverted to an older and more reliable host - the Pharisees.

They really know how to keep their tribe in line and on message. They have risen, phoenix like, from the shadow of Rome’s Palatine Hill to seemingly unassailable power – seemingly. They are flexing their muscle and are slowly peeling away the necrotic layers of the ancien regime for our voyeuristic pleasure.

Their purpose – to replace it with a new regime, a new order. It will not happen. Their time is short and rapidly running out - and they know it. The poet Shelley wrote that freedom comes to man when “the last monarch is strangled with the guts of the last priest”. Succinct don’t you think?

We don’t need a parasitic class to mediate between us and our creator. The inner light needs no interpreter. A child that grows in love, attention and stability shines like a beacon. When we think of the group before ourselves we bind each other together and are stronger for it. Angels watch over us – we just don’t stop long enough to hear the message.

There’s a storm coming and we all can feel it. Even the most somnambulant among us are starting to ‘twitch’. It’s not a weather storm (although we shall see lots of that), rather it’s a storm of ideas and strange portents. It’s time to strip off the matrix and view life through our own eyes. Bugger it, you might even enjoy it.

Maybe it’s best to switch off all external influences and simply enjoy getting to know one another again. It’s highly unlikely otherwise you wouldn’t be reading this. Life is better when we stop and smell the roses. We are all going to get our chance and soon. Maybe that doesn’t have to be a bad thing.

Our lives are going to change. The pace of the war on our minds will accelerate and is doing so as I type this. We really need to get our houses in order – real and spiritual. I am no role model. I do know that we have been deliberately made to see the world as a dark place when it is truly the opposite.

Trust your inner voice and avoid the ‘wisdom of crowds’. God bless.

Saturday 8 January 2011

Piggin’ Flu

Some of you may have noticed that I’ve been a little quiet for a week or so. I and my family have been experiencing the recent flu outbreak here in CCTV land. I don’t know if it was the infamous swine flu or not but I can attest to the fact that it certainly was a pig.

One of the side effects was that I could read the many wonderful and powerful blogs listed down the right hand side of this page but I couldn’t summon up enough energy to make a genuine and informed contribution. The odd post here and there and that was it.

I’m getting back on form again and just as well with all that’s been going on. Earthquakes, suspicious bird and fish deaths with a healthy dose of the daily theft and rape of everyday life dressed up as western civilisation. See what happens why you take a few days off?

I don’t have much in the way of original ranting or inner wisdom – that’s not my strong point anyway (grin). What roused me a little was this tale. It is most surely fictional but it really made my day. I take no responsibility for the spelling mistakes – it’s a straight copy and paste job...

When Grandma Goes To Court

In a trial, a Southern small-town prosecuting attorney called his first witness, a grandmotherly, elderly woman to the stand. He approached her and asked, 'Mrs. Jones, do you know me?' She responded, 'Why, yes, I do know you, Mr. Williams. I've known you since you were a boy, and frankly, you've been a big disappointment to me. You lie, you cheat on your wife, and you manipulate people and talk about them behind their backs. You think you're a big shot when you haven't the brains to realize you'll never amount to anything more than a two-bit paper pusher. Yes, I know you.'

The lawyer was stunned. Not knowing what else to do, he pointed across the room and asked, 'Mrs. Jones, do you know the defense attorney?'

She again replied, 'Why yes, I do. I've known Mr. Bradley since he was a youngster, too. He's lazy, bigoted, and he has a drinking problem. He can't build a normal relationship with anyone, and his law practice is one of the worst in the entire state. Not to mention he cheated on his wife with three different women. One of them was your wife. Yes, I know him.'

The defense attorney nearly died.

The judge asked both counselors to approach the bench and, in a very quiet voice, said,

'If either of you idiots asks her if she knows me, I'll send you both to the electric chair.'