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.
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.'
As an old curmudgeon I remember that this time of year meant peace and goodwill to all. This was the time that children learned about babies born in mangers and 3 wise men offering gifts. We used to sing or listen to carols and hymns.
I’m not a Christian any more in a strict sense. I do remember hearing this sung once at midnight mass by one unaccompanied priest and I swear the hairs on my neck stood up. It still brings a lump to my throat when it is done well.
Nollaig Shona Daoibh agus Beannachtai an Bhlian Nua.
This is the coverage of one event that took place during the recent student protests in London. Watch how much dignity the paid lackey shows and how he tries to smear this first hand account of the incident.
This is a documentary about Organised Crime and the leadership of the rogue state of Kosovo. Guess who helped setup that little enclave?
According to the report “the captives were brought out of the 'safe house' individually, summarily executed by a KLA gunman, and their corpses transported swiftly to the operating clinic." What are the nationality of the surgeons and the smugglers of the stolen organs? You decide. These are the stakes folks. Once the traditional framework has been destroyed all sorts of ‘commerce’ can occur.
This is what happens to children already. Thanks also to Incoming for this link from the same post.
Now you know the stakes because these networks are already in place.It’s time to start making decisions. If you think it can't happen here ask the Russians and the Ukrainians.
“The time has come to air the Voice of Reason, In a world gone mad, adrift on banal seas, For all who feel that lies have had their season, And whose Hearts Cry Out, instead for Honesty,
For all the weary souls grown bored with dreaming, Whose thirst for Knowledge and for Beauty goes unslaked, For all who long to wake from what is seeming, And know what’s Real, and what is Real, to embrace,
For all who’ve sat and watched with mounting horror, Evil’s reign upon this world grow ever-clear, For all who’ve sought in vain, Emancipators, Wielding Swords of Truth, and laughing without fear”. Bill Hicks, ‘The Counts of the Netherworld - Le Manifeste’.
“The main revelation in the WikiLeaks affair was the U.S. government's response -- which was to bring US freedom of speech policy firmly in line with China's. Millions of us in cyber ghettoes saw it coming, but our alarm warnings were shouted inside a cyberspace vacuum bell jar.” Joe Bageant
We are reaching a watershed in the affairs of our time, our epoch and our planet.
The acceptance of debt slavery for the Irish people by the treacherous bastards that are paid to represent them is another step into darkness. I posted this at Penny’s recently, “This was a lost battle and not the whole war. The stage is bigger than one Island floating in a septic sea”.
By removing options for peaceful change within the existing paradigm the remaining options are narrowed and magnified. It is with my personal regret that I feel the options to reclaim the lost territory are few and not without real and human casualties.
Wikileaks has now become the cerebral porn for those of us in the chattering classes – it keeps us glued to our keyboards. Right, wrong, co-intel and/or mossad op, patsy or opportunist – it doesn’t matter you fools. Nothing new was learned but we spent a very long time thinking about it - meanwhile the agenda plays out.
Must children lead the charge again? Despite our arrogant dismissal of ‘the youth of today’ many still have that burning ember in their hearts of the idea - “that is not fair.” Can you remember that feeling in your guts or has time erased it. It’s the expression of an inner voice – decrying a wrong dealt to another.
Are these events the effect of agent provocateurs or not – I don’t know. That may have been the case but the protestors are emotionally involved now and have a momentum of their own. That in itself has a runaway effect and will snowball. I did find it imaginative their effective tactic of using Christmas tree decorations filled with paint.
Science isn’t what we have been led to believe. It is now a dogma. If you pay the piper, you get to call the tune. Academia is exactly the same. Original thought is not required. They want us just dumb enough to swallow their shit but clever enough to keep the existing toys working. Meanwhile behind the scenes new toys are developed.
The elites are nothing if not devious. Right now they are dealing with the students. It’s funny that Elizardbreath’s (cheers lwtc247) eldest whelp was publically Royal Rumbled. Aangirfan has some valuable thoughts to share with us.
When they are finished dealing with the students then they will deal with the next group of protestors …and the next... and the next. They always pick off the herd one at a time - never the whole herd. This is a well worn path here folks and Solzhenitsyn wrote about it a long time ago.
Bageant’s quote from the start of this post and indeed the full article really resonated with me.
“Millions of us in cyber ghettoes saw it coming, but our alarm warnings were shouted inside a cyberspace vacuum bell jar.”
That’s why we have Wikileaks and that’s how they’re going to suck the air out of the jar.
The recent thaw here is now over. Many of the timid souls will have had a good fright by the experience of being cut off from their cosy consumerism. Some of us found it exhilarating. From all the forecasts it’s coming back for an extended stay. The same conditions are now blanketing the US and Canada.
This isn’t Narnia folks and don’t be waiting around for an Aslan to save our asses. We can choose to hide timidly in our rapidly dwindling bubbles of security or we can give hope and courage to others. As much as I have learned online not one single thing has changed and we keep swirling around the plughole.
Picture the imagery of those lyrics for a minute if you will. We need to pry our ‘learned’ asses away from our computers and apply what we have learned in the real world. Don’t try to form large groups as that is what they want. By now you should have met one or 2 others that have ‘seen the light’. Lend a helping hand and lead by example.
Kev Boyle has a few preliminary ideas and these could be a good basis to add cohesion to any that decide to strike out and follow a different path. We cannot do this passively. We will change nothing by signing petitions.
We must not surrender to hate and to fear. It can be seen as a pretty simple choice – Good or Evil. Never again should be OUR rallying cry – never again will we bow to the self appointed, inbred sociopaths that deign to decide our fates. It's decisions time folks - it's time to get involved.
