2021: A Year for Truths?

Part One

2020 has been a year of lies. Lies, lies, and more lies. Lies from governments and government agencies. Lies from medical officers and scientific advisers. Lies from the UN and the WHO. Lies from television channels, newspapers and other 'news' outlets. Lies from Silicon Valley, from social media corporations. Lies from so-called health authorities. Never has there been so many lies. Maybe it is time for a year of truths.

Actually, the beacon of truth has shone brighter and brighter during 2020, despite it all, or because of it all. Amidst the darkness has arisen an army of truth seekers and truth tellers, emitting love, light, courage, as they go. They will not be silenced, eliminated, whatever nefarious actions are taken by the forces of darkness in terms of censorship and worse. I have a new glittering throng of heroes and heroines in my life. Thanks to you all. 

Part Two

"I never said give up control/I never said stick a needle in your arm and die" John Cale and Lou Reed, Songs for Drella

Maxine is here. She arrived in double-quick time. Maxine the v*****e. She is now involved in an absolute frenzy, going about infecting as many people as possible, probably before she is finally rumbled.

It was always known to be the end game, or at least the climactic paragraph in this particular chapter, by those who understand a bit of how things really work in the game of human souls. David Icke was outlining clearly back in April how the shot was the goal of all this pandemic theatre. 

It's very simple, really. Maxine is a way to get stuff actually into the human body, to be able to influence directly the nature of human life. Mind control through media, programming by dark ritual like face masks, is all very well, but the dream is to be able to influence human perception directly. So stick nanobots, smart dust, whatever, into the human body with the aid of Miss Maxine, which will be at some date activated, possibly through 5G or via satellite, and 'job done': you have your remote-controlled human being, a kind-of hybrid human/computer terminal. Total compliance, total slavery. This is one aspect of the Maxine agenda, at least.

In the absence of proper info as to what the Covid shot really is - I don't know, and neither do you -, an abundance of theories has sprung up. It is plausible that all come bearing truth, since there is no reason to assume that Maxine has a single aim only. Sterilization; behaviour modification, as outlined above; time-release genocide; general debilitating of the immune system, overall negative impacting on health. These are some of the main players in the 'who is Maxine really?' question-and-answer situation.

As the briefest of outlines, here are a few things which I have picked up surrounding the nature of the shot:

a) A vakk-seen normally requires several years for creation and testing. This one has been dished up in a few short months (David Icke proposes that it was ready before the vai-russ card was played early this year). Most of the normal testing protocol has been by-passed.

b) A successful vakk-seen for a coronavirus has never been produced before. 

c) The new Maxine utilises what is called an MRNA vaccine. It impacts upon our RNA/DNA system. Such vakk-seens have never been successfully created before, so their effects are unknown (to you and me, anyhow)

d) From what I understand, if you read carefully, these current Covid ones are not even proper vakk-seens. They do not purport to prevent infection. They claim to reduce symptoms.           

e) As of a few days ago, the 'adverse effect' level of the Maxines delivered was running at 2.7% in the UK. 'Adverse effects' does not simply mean an uncomfortable arm. It means 'unable to work, or to go about everyday affairs, or require a visit to a doctors or hospital.' In other words, a fairly substantial level of unwellness.

f) The Maxine roll-out has been funded largely through a man who, along with his wife, have remarkable and completely undemocratic influence in human affairs. The father of this man was an openly-admitted eugenicist, and his son followed in his footsteps, for sure during early life. Gates jr can be seen in a public lecture stating that the planet is overpopulated, and that through 'education, sterilisation, and vaccines', we can reduce the population by 10 - 15% ie by about one billion. And this is the man you want a vakk-seen from??

f) Mix into the equation the fact that the Sars-Cov etc virus has never been properly isolated, as now confirmed by Freedom of Information requests in at least Canada, UK, Ireland, there may be more. So the plan is to stick Maxine into everybody on the planet for something which has never been proven to exist. So, hang on a second: - if it hasn't been isolated properly, how come you can create something to prevent it from happening???

g) The goal is for everybody on the planet to have one of these. In short, it is the most reckless, irresponsible experiment ever carried out on humanity. Remember to take your badge to wear in the afterlife: 'I was there for the Maxine.'

I am no expert on the topics above, far far far from it. But I have done enough research over recent months to state that, in a rough and ready manner, what I have stated above seems to be substantially correct. If you want more info, which you should, don't take my word for it, there are plenty of references scattered across Pale Green Vortex, check links etc.

There is also the story of Tiffany Dover, the unfortunate head nurse in the USA who went on live television to tell of how proud her team were to have taken the shot. Midway through the interview, she felt dizzy, then collapsed. My research and that of several other contacts leads us to the 99% conclusion that the mainstream is not telling you the truth - that she is dead. As are other pioneers in this world-saving shot, again not covered in the mainstream, which we can reasonably accuse of being complicit in potential crimes against humanity.  

In brief: anybody who wants to partake of Maxine needs their head tested, no two ways about it. While half the human population remains terrified of a virus which, should it even exist, will not be serious for the vast majority of them, they seem oblivious to the real dangers posed by sticking an undertested cocktail of sinister substances into their body, promoted fanatically by people who emanate darkness from every pore of their skin.

2020 has seen my stock of old friends and acquaintances dwindle somewhat as a result of what has appeared on  Pale Green Vortex, and my general refusal to accept any of the officially-sanctioned lies and bullshit. Fortunately, new friends have emerged. This process may well continue into 2021, as I irritate people by trying to point out to them what I have gleaned about vicious Miss Maxine. She comes with a smile on her face, but is dressed to kill.....       

And, for anybody wishing to dig deeper into the story of Maxine, and wants first-class investigative reporting, there are a few excellent (if long) articles here:

https://unlimitedhangout.com 

Images: The Road of Gold

             You-know-who

             This Maxine was apparently a famous soap character

Broken Shoes, We Are the Key!

 Part One

It was about two months ago that I was browsing through some material on the 'forum' section of the David Icke website. There is a wealth of valuable information to be found there, plenty new every day, and some real good, courageous people. At the same time, too much time spent there can be something of a disheartening experience. As well as the daily dose of nightmare-horror stories, you will encounter the mentality of some people with a tendency to complain, or feel that life is pretty hopeless. A sense of helplessness and powerlessness in the face of the darkness which pervades so much of human affairs. We have all been there, I suspect; I certainly have. At the same time, it is a vibe which is not helpful for anybody, or even in accord with the bigger picture of life.

Human beauty, imprisoned in the Matrix. Image: Luis Royo

On that particular day, one of the forum members clearly felt similarly. I don't recall his exact words, but they were along the lines of "We all need to keep a higher and wider perspective on things, otherwise we are lost. This should be our priority. Fear and hopelessness serve nobody, and we need to snap out of it."

He provided a link to a video, which he obviously felt provided the perspective that we should be focussing on. Being fatally curious, I took a look. What I discovered there wasn't what I might have been expecting at all. Broken Shoes:

https://lbry.tv/@CosmicAgency:c/pleiadian-communication-why-awakened:2

or: https://swaruu.org/transcripts         (scroll down to Sept 26th 2020)

I had never come across anything like this before. I was acquainted with a little channeled information from the past, most of which I found highly unimpressive. It was supposed to be messages from above, from higher dimensions and ascended masters, but all seemed derivative, unoriginal, stereotyped, the kind of thing that any old new-ager could come up with, really. Nothing new there. There are those who claim that much channeled material is in fact a matrix deception, put out by dark, 'lower astral' entities, out to divert human attention from the real deal. I suggest that this claim is quite credible.

'Broken Shoes' is not channeled. It is communication via the web, direct written communication, through Discord, apparently. The content of this video is a million miles away from the airy-fairy hogwash that is the hallmark of some channeling. It rings true, resonates authentically; such is the verdict of my intuition, exercised over the decades. Proper higher density information, according to my own powers of discernment.

This is 'Cosmic Agency' channel, still precariously hanging in on YouTube, but wisely backed up in other places. It includes material that is metaphysically challenging, at times metaphysically brilliant, something I have not experienced for a long time, really. I have learnt a lot; it feels good.

Broken Shoes, the awake ones who feel small, helpless, insignificant, but who are truly powerful manifesters: this includes some of the folk who dip into Pale Green Vortex, for sure. Broken Shoes, now is the time to rise up. The current madness is tailor-made for you to shine. Your time has come; seize the day.

The Great Work begins. Elementa chemicae, Barchusen

Part Two

For the rest, it's a bit 'same-old, same-old' really. I sometimes find it frustrating, since by now there's a vast quantity of information out there debunking the entire C.V.-19 narrative: that it's a no-vairoos - or, if that's too much to swallow - it's no worse than all sorts of other bug-type things that tend to go around; that the 'test' which propels the narrative along is fake, and does not detect a novel pathogen; that lockdowns, masks etc are useless at preventing this novel bug from spreading all over the place; that the real agenda has nothing to do with a physical illness; and that it was pre-planned anyway. 

But that the vast majority of people appear uninterested, simply do not want to know, are not prepared to spend a few short minutes of their precious lives to take a look: this can be frustrating. The material is readily available now, despite Silicon Valley and government agencies frantically trying to censor it out of existence. You don't need to be Sherlock Holmes, all you need is a search engine. 

Here is one good article from a good site:

https://principia-scientific.com/covid19-evidence-of-global-fraud/  

And here is Jon Rappoport. He's one of the best writers and reporters out there on this stuff. He's been around for quite a while, producing a galaxy of clear, easy-to-read articles about Mr No-Vairoos. I highly recommend his website:

https://nomorefakenews.com   

And to finish, a nice little ditty. First off, this was made eleven years ago, I believe. Just for those who believe everything happens by chance, all a random soup:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lknW2mzXMMY

Broken free from the chains. Albion, William Blake

A Great English Betrayal

Part One

I recently read about the death of the former Argentina footballer Diego Maradona. This news made me feel quite sad. And this is my great English betrayal.

In the minds of many Englanders, especially those of a certain age, Maradona is mainly remembered for his infamous 'Hand of God' goal. It was the 1986 football World Cup, the quarter finals. England versus Argentina, with the Falklands War still fresh in the memories of many. Diego Maradona scored Argentina's first goal with the assistance of his hand. Everyone on the planet saw that he used his hand. Apart from the referee. The goal stood, and England fell down.

Far more remarkable, however, was Maradona's second goal in the match. It was here that God really did lend a hand. It is simply the most miraculous, breath-taking piece of football I have ever witnessed (I have never been a great fan, but have accumulated enough hours over the years to have some standard to compare with).

Starting in the Argentina half of the pitch, Diego dribbled, switched, swerved, around literally half the England team before depositing the ball emphatically in the England net. It is sublime, surreal, not of this world. Humans are not intended to do such things; but it shows what they are indeed capable of.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hF_2arqQLwo

I watch films but rarely. I have, however, seen the film 'Diego Maradona'. Twice. 

The first time was in Newcastle-upon-Tyne, summer 2019. The film had been released only recently, and my wife spied that it was showing at one of the independent film venues. Being Latin American herself, she decided that it would be a great idea to go.

Newcastle. We could have gone to Durham, York maybe for the day. We could have visited the cliffs and the sands of the nearby coast. A trip to the hills of the Moors or Yorkshire Dales would have been fine. Even a stroll along the river in the early summer sun. But no. We went to the cinema.

The film is directed by Asif Kapadia, and was made with the full permission and participation of Diego Maradona himself. It is a vivid and intelligent insight into the footballer's life.

Put aside the stereotyped English view of Maradona, and you get a fascinating guy. The film is far more than football. It portrays a person, a larger-than-life person. A soul in all its triumphs and tragedies.

There exist a myriad of parallels between the life of Diego and that of an enduring fascination of mine, Jim Morrison. Both were possessed of a gift, a talent, that was rare and pure. Both were seduced and overtaken by the temptations of fame and glory, while their soul looked on, untouched yet seemingly bewildered. They both appeared to revel in it all, for a while, yet could often be glimpsed looking detached, lost, as if soul was watching like a helpless child, unable to make sense of it all.

Both were exploited mercilessly by the cesspit denizens of humanity, those vampires and parasites who sniff out success and charisma from a mile off, circling at the smell of blood like a shoal of piranhas. These are the dregs of humanity: in media, celebrity, the music industry, politics, advertising, and the good old Neapolitan mafia, the Camorra.

Both were great-looking guys who enjoyed to the full what great-looking guys may enjoy. And both indulged in a variety of intoxicating substances - alcohol especially - to excess. To real excess. And both, behind the hype, the drama, the paparazzi nonsense, were men of heart.

Part Two

I have attended one professional football match in my life - a tally unlikely to increase by very much. It was a cold spring Saturday afternoon. My guess was that it was in 1992, but research suggests 1994. Whatever. Brentford. A flat-mate of mine at the time supported Brentford. It was a family tradition, he told me. So off we went.

Brentford, for those unacquainted with such matters, lies slap-bang in the middle of the vast swathe of suburbia extending from inner London to Heathrow airport. Its football team is traditionally a resident of the lower professional leagues (it is apparently doing rather better at the moment).

Brentford football team seemed to me to be a bit of a joke. However, I soon learned that it was no laughing matter. Brentford was to be taken seriously, very seriously. Humour expressed in their direction would not be appreciated.

It was with great seriousness, therefore, that we issued onto the station platform and walked the short distance through no-man's-land to the stadium of forgotten dreams. A keen wind cut through the springtime afternoon, lending further gravitas to the expedition.

Brentford was playing against Huddersfield, a town in industrial Yorkshire. Their supporters were caged off in a small enclave behind one of the goals, wisely segregated from the family-friendly devotees of the home team. 

The quality of the football was atrocious. Brentford was especially awful. Both sides managed to get the ball into the net once, until the last minute, when Huddersfield scored a winner, sending those hundred Yorkshire diehards into a delirium, The final whistle went, and the local fans trudged silently in the direction of the train station and home.

Part Three

Seven (or five) years before Brentford's ignominious defeat to Huddersfield, Napoli was winning Serie A in Italy for the first time, thus changing the face of Italian football. The prime reason for this footballing revolution was the arrival of Diego Maradona.

The scenes in the Maradona film inside the Napoli stadium are surreal. The vastness against the blue sky; the collective frenzy, its power, its ecstasy, its fury. The collective consciousness manifest, awesome and terrifying simultaneously.    

Almost single-handedly, Maradona transformed the global image of the city - and by consequence that of the Neapolitans themselves. Before Maradona's arrival, Naples was the scum and sewer of Italy - southern, poor, disease-ridden, filthy; despised by the chic cosmopolitans of Milan, Turin, Florence. 

But with the genius from Argentina in residence, Napoli began winning, and winning big. Victory over the mighty teams from further north: Inter, AC Milan, Juventus, Roma. And then the most coveted prize of all: champions of Serie A. Naples, the whole city it seems, was transformed. Neapolitans could look at themselves in the mirror with pride and self-respect. Thank you, Maradona. Thank you.

Then came the 1990 World Cup, played in Italy. Semi-finals time: Argentina versus Italy in..... Naples. Was it all a plot organised by the footballing powers-that-were? The match went to penalties, the point at which I lose all interest. Anyhow, Argentina won, with Maradona one of the spot-kick heroes. The locals were none too pleased.

The Argentine's fall from favour was already well under way, but this was the final straw, as Naples turned against him. The particular final straw was the Camorra (Naples's mafia) withdrawing their support and protection from Diego. Maradona was now at the mercy of Italy's 'legal system', and the rest makes for unsavoury history.

That a city could turn against the person who had elevated their status to undreamed-of levels in such a brutal way I find difficult to believe, and frankly abhorrent. Fame, fortune, all that stuff, is fickle indeed. I know that. But to feel betrayed by your saviour - which is how Maradona was regarded - when you are doing the betraying, takes some beating.

There is a Buddhist teaching about the 'Eight Worldly Winds', things that blow you about, and which the wise would do well to shun. Four pairs of opposites: pleasure and pain, loss and gain, fame and infamy, praise and blame. 

It's a good list: I find it relevant frequently. At the same time, there is another angle on matters. It's all very well to see all this yo-yo dualities stuff, and shy away from getting involved as a result. But it is sometimes necessary to actually plunge in, really live the experience, before the lesson can be properly integrated. This is the shadow work, rather than sitting on the fence out of fear of getting burnt. Better to love and to lose, than never love at all: that sort of thing.

I shall always have a place in my heart for the Jims, the Diegos, the waywardly passionate ones; those who have dared to live and to die.    

Images: Naples, land of dreams

             Brentford F.C., land of dreams

                

 

Crossing the Rubi-Con

 

He's back! Actually, he's never been away.

The output of David Icke is phenomenal. It would be a full-time job simply keeping up what what he manages to put out there. In recent months, I have followed just sketchily. But there is one of his weekly dot-connectors which I especially recommend to anybody still harbouring any doubts as to the status of the corona-no-virus: It's 13/11/20: 'There  is no virus - when that penny drops, all else follows'.  

https://davidicke.com

https://davidicke.com/2020/11/13/there-is-no-virus-when-that-penny-drops-all-else-follows-david-icke-dot-connector-please-share/

I sometimes find it personally frustrating - I suppose that's my problem, not yours. Anyhow, the evidence for the totally fraudulent nature of the Covid hoax is out there, and it increases by the day. Despite increasing censorship of dissenting voices (read 'truth tellers' and 'information seekers'), it is not difficult to find out what is actually going on. 

It's there on the internet, loads of stuff. On how the 'virus' has never been proven to exist, for example.  Even UK official info confirms this, as a number of Freedom of Information requests have been made, asking for evidence that the 'virus' has been properly isolated (not 'Mickey Mouse' isolated) and each time the reply has come back: 'We regret to inform you that no such information can be found'. 

And on how the 'test' is a total hoax. It can be turned up or down, to give you the number of 'cases' that you want. Easy. And how can you test for a virus that doesn't exist? False positives? 100% false positives! These are the basis of current Covid measures, aren't they?

Last week, data from the largest piece of research done on the effectiveness of face masks against the (non-existent) virus was made available, from Denmark. The result? That the effectiveness of face nappies in preventing contagion was, er, statistically negligible.

https://www.breitbart.com/europe/2020/11/20/danish-study-masks-make-no-significant-difference/

(and elsewhere, in case you're allergic to Breitbart)

So it's everywhere, truth about the fraud. Bizarrely, the majority of people refuse to look. I suppose it's just too much for them. Cognitive dissonance is the swanky term for it. But, as David Icke points out, it's no longer 'conspiracy theory.' It's conspiracy reality. When somebody accused me recently of being a 'conspiracy theorist' I replied, 'Yes I am. Because it is a conspiracy!' It is not we 'conspiracy theorists' who are the nutters, the crackpots; it's those who turn the other way, refuse to look, ignore the juggernaut heading their way.

I watched a video recently in which a woman stated that we are now living in parallel universes. She wasn't speaking all poetic and metaphoric, but quite literally. "Some people don't see you anymore. You can speak logic, quote statistics, but they don't see you. You are not there."

Science, statistics: that's another one. The number of occasions on which I've been considered 'unscientific'. "Follow the science" is the mantra that's rolled out by Covidistas. OK, but what science, exactly? What's your science? 

Ah, I see. The words of some government 'scientific adviser', who on inspection is firmly in the pocket of some Gates organisation, or several. Or some BBC hack, euphemistically referred to as an expert. It's just like St Greta. Follow the science with Greta and save the planet. But what does Greta actually know about 'science'? Why does she not agree to an open debate with anybody like Naomi Seibt on 'the science'? Because she knows as much about science as does an orangutan in the Borneo jungle. 

On the subject of dodgy science, the current frontrunner for the miracle vaccine to cure all our ills is Pfizer. How you can create a 'vaccine' against something that's never been properly isolated beats me, but then I'm not very scientific. Anyhow, here's a little lowdown on these great loving people at Pfizer. It's worth showing anyone who believes in the 'goodness' of all this stuff, or banging it on the table if a GP or similar ever gives you a hard time about not wanting one of these vaccines from these wonderful people:

https://violationtracker.goodjobsfirst.org/prog.php?parent=pfizer     

Just answer me one thing: would you buy a second-hand car from these people, let alone allow them to stick unknown substances into your and your family's bodies? That somebody should permit this for their children is, to me, horrendous. But there we have it....   

    

The Tale of the Woodlouse

Part One

The house where I live is also home to a variety of non-human creatures. Assorted spiders make their presence known by scuttling across the living room floor, taking refuge in cracks beneath skirting boards or in ceiling corners. Some summers and autumns the attic ceiling or partition beneath the garage roof have played host to large numbers of nest-residing wasps or bees who, as the weather cools down, disappear as promptly as they arrive, never to be seen again.

The most common non-human resident, however, is the woodlouse. The conservatory, which is almost halfway between an outdoor and inside place, is their favourite part of the house. It is normal to enter in the morning and find several of them scurrying around. 

They appear harmless creatures, kind-of friendly in a woodlouse way, and get reasonable treatment from the humans, scooped carefully onto an old postcard and transported outside onto the back garden patio.

The woodlice suffer a high mortality rate, for no apparent reason. Enter the conservatory in the morning and they will be there: little dead bodies littering the hard floor, the occasional one having got entangled in dust or fluff, but most just lying there lifeless.

The life and welfare of the woodlouse is intricately bound up with the life and welfare of the humans in residence. Their living space, with its warmth and cold, its living surfaces to move around; the cracks to hide in and explore, the materials for nourishment (they eat dead plant matter and decaying wood, apparently); its hidden hazards of dust, the danger of instant death beneath an enormous shoe or carelessly-placed chair leg: all of this is provided by the humans.

The thing about the woodlouse is this: its complete ignorance of its dependence on and interaction with the humans in residence. The little creature, in fact, remains throughout its life entirely oblivious to the very existence of the human beings. It is mentally incapable of the perceptual leap required to see the humans and what they are up to. Were you to pint out the true state of affairs to the woodlouse, it would tweak its antennae furiously in disbelief and say: "No way. You must be kidding."  

Part Two

Tighten up the ratchet a few notches on biological and psychological complexity, and you move on from the woodlouse to.... the human being. The matter of biological complexity does not need expanding on here. Even somebody like me, with near zero capabilities in biology, can see the differences.

In terms of psychology, the human being has, in rather widely varying degrees, a degree of self-awareness absent in the woodlouse. Human beings are characterised by the ability to imagine past, present, and future. They act and experience their lives generally within the context of this time frame. Unlike the woodlouse, human beings are cognisant of time and space, which provide the framework for much of what they feel, think, imagine, and do. 

Human experience of time and space is overwhelmingly linear in nature: 'a' leads to 'b' which causes 'c', and so on. This is, according to typical human perception, the way that things work. And the time-and-space-free woodlouse is a bit of a dummy. 

These few details aside, however, woodlouse and human share much in common. Both consider themselves to be  greatly shit-hot dudes, the only real show in town. The top of the evolutionary tree. While they will readily accept the existence of life which can be easily experienced through their basic senses, they will scoff, ridicule, and stare in disbelief at any suggestion of other life forms which just so happen to be outside the limited range of their own perceptual frequency bands. 

Just as the woodlouse in 'my' conservatory will consider you nuts if you point out how its life is interwoven with that of human beings, so do human beings think you mad if you suggest that our life is intricately bound up with, and influenced by, lives of beings outside our own range of easy perception. Even more so if you dare to mention the possibility that humans are being used, exploited, used as farm animals, by some who are not very nice but outside the normal range of our (limited) sense experience.

In conclusion: humans can read clocks better than woodlice, but are every bit as naive.

Events of the past year provide, in my opinion, very strong circumstantial evidence for this interference in human affairs by non-human, higher density, life forms. What has rolled out during this Covid-hoax could not, I submit, have been made up by a human mentality. Not 'human' in the way that most  of us understand it, at least. It is far more grotesque, hideous, perfectly-orchestrated, in its own terrible way genius, than a human being could come up with. It is beyond our capabilities.

I rest my case - for now.   

Part Three

Talk of woodlice brings us inevitably to the topic of Joe Biden. I didn't follow the USA election carnival: there's only so much a man  of a certain sensitivity can take. 

I don't know very much about Joe Biden; still, I suspect there is not very much to know. He strikes me as that kind of person. In a manner perfectly fitting the times, he is the complete embodiment of Matrix Man. He stands absolutely for the 'agenda'. Climate change, Agenda 2030; face masks, the entire Covid story; Black Lives Matter, fake equality. There is no person as such there at all. No character, no personal opinions. There is simply a hollow shell, an empty receptacle for the programmed false realities of the present. A mannequin fashioned by the master puppet-makers of the Cabal.

The politician he most closely resembles is Emmanuel Macron in France. They needed an empty shell to put up against marine Le Pen, and Macron fitted the bill. Somebody - or rather a nobody - who no-one knew, about whom nobody had any opinion. A puppet that everybody who might vote against Le Pen would be willing to sell their soul for. Biden is the same. A non-entity who does not evoke the feelings of disgust and antipathy that a more obviously 'evil' person such as Hillary might do. The perfect empty vessel to garner the votes. So long as it gets rid of Trump, that's all that matters.       

      

Trick or...... Trick?

 Part One

I bought a hallowe'en mask. £1.50 from Tesco. It's very interesting. It's a kid's mask, so a bit of a tight fit. But the nose and mouth are completely covered, no holes. It complies totally with the 'rules' or 'guidelines'. Perfect.

I have yet to wear a 'face-covering'; I have no intention of doing so. Nevertheless, should I at some point decide that the need has truly arisen, then the hallowe'en mask will fit the bill magnificently. I can see no reason to object.

I quite like hallowe'en. OK, I know, it's trivialised, commercialised, bastardised, Americanised, distorted. But still, it can be a bit of fun for children especially, and fun is in real short supply nowadays. I also consider it valuable for introducing children to the notion that there is a darker side to life, doing it in a non-nightmarish kind of way. It shows the way to deal with dark forces, sometimes at least: laugh or scream in a silly way, don't take them too seriously, that only makes them feel more powerful. Take the piss, ridicule them and their demented ways. Can't scare me, buddie. They have no sense of humour.

If more people had cognisance of darkness and evil in the universe in the first place, we might not be in the mess that we apparently are at the moment. The majority of humans simply do not see, or refuse to see, evil when it's staring them straight in the face. They have lost the ability to recognise that evil exists at all, inhabiting instead a grey twilight world of relativities and fifty shades of mediocrity. 

That evil stalks them in the form of confinements, inability to access health services when they are needed, prohibitions on visiting friends and family, those nearest and dearest, forced smothering of personality with faceless masks, and all the rest. 

This is the prime difference between myself and so many others. They see it all, in a move of breathtaking naivety, as a temporary inconvenience: comply for a while and then it'll all go away. While to me it is Evil itself out on the street, running amok. The more room you give to it, the more liberties it will continue to take.

Part Two

Hallowe'en also marks a time of the year in northern climes when the boundary between dimensions, twixt human and non-human, is especially thin. It is a period when spirits, demons, good guys and bad guys, can pass easily into the human realm, and we come under their influence, like it or not.      

Masks are not 'bad'. The Covid mask is bad, for sure; very bad. It is a grotesque ritual being enacted on a global scale to diminish the human being. It is designed to remove individual personality, part of a drama of submissiveness and submission to another force. "I give myself - my self - up to you, oh great one, oh evil one. Please take me, take me over. I am nothing in your greater presence."

The Covid mask diminishes the human being. A mask can, however, be used to explore the richness and diversity that is real authentic life and living. It can empower instead of disempowering.

Shamanic masks are employed to invoke other spirits and beings, helpers and messengers. They are used for healing and for divination. Put on your power mask, invoke your power animal through donning your mask, and you begin to embody a power that is marvellous, awesome, and for the good of existence. 

Tribal folk of all continents have utilised the mask in this way. Eighteenth-century Europe saw events such as the great carnival of Venice, where people would don richly ornamented and fashioned masks in order to take on other personalities for a while, and do things their 'dominant persona' would not consider doing. The mask can be a powerful tool for good and for exploration. But not the Covid mask, worn unconsciously and erroneously. This is the tragedy: most people have no clue about the true purpose of this infernal mask. That it has nothing to do with a killer virus, but everything to do with changing them for the worse - robotising them.

Imagine a bunch of people turning up at Tesco wearing power animal masks. What vitality, what vigour, as they dance down the aisles, between the tins of pineapples and tomatoes. The Cabal would soon be shitting itself.

Part Three

This is an important point. The battle needs to be fought on the level of the occult. This is the level from which much of the psychopathology is being generated. Ritual, satanic magick, and so on. It is partly so effective because the majority of people don't recognise that this is a viable layer of reality at all. They are totally submersed in their 'scientific materialistic' viewpoint, which does not admit the occult, the real driver of the world.

The current madness cannot be fought with reason - not primarily anyhow. Vast numbers of people, the seriously afflicted, are no longer amenable to reason, despite their protestations to the contrary. They have been rendered insane and blind by the dark dark spell which has been cast. It matters not how many statistics you throw at them: logic, reason, proper objective science, won't work.

Curiously, there are those on whom the spell has not worked one bit, but that's another topic. But like must be met with like: occult must be met with occult. As is the case with masks, the occult is neither good nor bad: it is merely acknowledgement of the non-physical realms which form part of our world, along with recognition that they can be impacted and altered for the good or the bad. The Cabal cannot be defeated without the inclusion of other dimensions, other densities, other powers, in the equation. Otherwise, it's King Canute all over again. End of story....       

Science in the Vortex

Part One 

I suppose I must have spent five years of my youth studying physics. I use the word 'studying' in the loosest of ways. Like its sister subjects, chemistry and biology, physics was sent by God to baffle and confound me. It wasn't my world, or the world as I saw it, at all. I wasn't sure if it was arcane, inane, or insane; probably a combination of all three.

I retain one vivid memory from my years in the physics lab. It was a boys' school, and the school for girls was across the road - a considerable frontier, that road. Our school, however, boasted a spanking new indoor swimming pool, and the girls would occasionally come across to use it.

Most of the girls in that neighbouring school were not 'lookers'. There was, however, one marvellous exception. One of the girls was beautiful, radiant, exuding the confident sexuality which comes from knowing that you are radiant and beautiful. Anyhow, it was early afternoon, first lesson after lunch, and we were all in the physics lab engaged in various levels of bemusement about joules, kilojoules, bunsen burners, or something. 

The alleyway leading to the swimming pool passed in front of the physics lab. Suddenly someone in the class, Steve Pacitti was his name, whispered loud, but not too loud: "It's her". Instantly all work stopped. The world stopped. Some of the class did not know what he was talking about. But the rest of us dropped tools (no pun intended), gazed out of the window in silent communal lust. It was a most memorable moment. And then she was gone, with her classmates. On to the swimming pool where, oh god, she would take off her clothes, slip into a swimming costume, glide effortlessly into the water, which would caress her silky skin, her tender body. Actually, the water was tepid and reeked of chlorine, but....

Part Two

With my dubious scientific credentials it goes without saying that I entered the modern world of Covid poorly qualified. In order to make any sense of the grotesque nightmare that has descended upon humanity I have needed to grapple with topics alien to my native being. Viruses, infections, the nature of disease; PCR tests; cells, DNA, and the rest. 

I modestly suggest that I haven't done too bad. Necessity - and it has been total necessity, personally - is the mother of pushing beyond imagined limitations and personal preferences and inclinations. During the course of the spring and summer I did enough research and head-scratching, reading, listening, re-reading, to come to a number of focal conclusions.

- The 'virus' claimed to be responsible for single-handedly trashing human civilisation as we have known it has not been proven to exist. Despite claims to the contrary, it has not been properly purified and isolated separate form all other manner of gunk. 'The virus' is unlikely to exist.

- The 'test' which has been pivotal in creating our pandemic panic is not fit for purpose. Its creator specifically stated that it is not designed or suitable as a diagnostic tool. It does not detect a 'virus' but a genetic sequence which is assumed to be a sign of aforementioned virus. That's all. It most likely tests for genetic material which is natural to the human body: look closely enough, and everybody may test positive for 'the virus'. It is a test that does not test for a virus, a virus which most likely does not exist in the first instance. 

Such is the basis on which human life has been imprisoned, impoverished, damaged, destroyed.....

Part Three

When it comes to the 'statistics' aspect to science, I entered the world of Covid better prepared. 

As people generally believe in measurements, things that you can quantify, they put great faith in statistics. This faith is largely naive, since statistics can be used by those who know how to use them to 'prove' almost anything. This is especially true if you can turn your statistics into a computer model, using your own parameters and assumptions in setting up the initial model. White is black? No problem!

Selective use of data, pre-determined start and end points to data on a graph, suspect methods of data collection: these are just a few of the ruses used to blind people with your statistical science. In the world of Covid this can be seen in the endless debates about Sweden, for example, and its atypical approach to the Covid problem. Has it been successful or not? Depends on whose data you look at, how you interpret it, and your personal prejudices. In other words, it is an endless and useless endeavour.

There are, however, a few general points that can be reasonably concluded from poring over graphs. Firstly, lockdowns, masks, and the rest, have had little or no effect on containing 'the virus'. In the nations of Europe where masks became mandatory during the summer months, the number of 'cases' has skyrocketed since that particular imposition. The logical conclusion is that face masks increase the incidence of Covid-19. Which is nonsense, but which goes to prove the point....

The other Covid-relevant point about statistics is that you can change the parameters to keep the thing going. While people were officially dying from the virus, it was deaths that we were concerned with. Then, when people stopped dying, the emphasis mysteriously morphed into 'cases'. Because so many people were hypnotised by the terrible nature of the virus, this move could be made almost without a squeak from the general population, while it was just a way to keep the 'crisis' going.

In conclusion, statistics are largely bullshit. Their primary use is to programme the general population into beliefs and fears.

Part Four 

Germ theory, terrain theory, the causes of illness. This is biology, I suppose. Unlike with physics, I have no great memories of my years spent trying to learn biology. Quite a lot of it seemed to involve chlorophyll, a mysterious agent which turned plants green. For a couple of years we had a biology teacher who had a beard, and who occasionally smelt of body odour.

Germ theory, terrain theory: two main approaches to human health and what causes it to go bad. I knew a little of these ideas before 2020, but like many other topics, it has demanded closer attention since the Covid story exploded into being.

Germ theory rules the roost in modern 'health' today. And, like many things which go to create the world we live in, this is so not because of anything very rational, scientific(!), or considered. Germ theory runs the show because it is appealing to those who like to control the affairs of other human beings.

Pasteur is Mister Germ, while Bechamp is Mister Terrain. Pasteur won the day largely through subterfuge - it's not difficult to find the story should you want it.

In brief, germ theory states that illness is caused by nasty things like germs, viruses, bacteria, which hang around in the outside world waiting to jump on you, down your throat, and thus make you very ill. Other people with germs can easily pass these agents on, through touch, sneezing etc, so they are best avoided.

Terrain theory places emphasis on the inner health of the individual, as well as that of the surrounding environment. If you are well-nourished, exercised, of healthy psychology and with meaning to your life, your body is pretty well-equipped to deal with any nasty outside agent which may come its way. 

In the germ view of life, however, we are essentially hopeless, helpless blobs wandering around in a dangerous world. Viruses and other disease-producing things are 'out there', hiding behind every tree, around every dark street corner, just waiting to jump on us and render us very ill. There's nothing we can do, really. We are victims of a dangerous world, and that's that. We can just hope and pray that someone will come up with a vaccine, and soon, to protect us from all these horrid things floating through the air and lurking on door handles. Otherwise we live in constant fear.

Terrain theory, by contrast, empowers the individual. There is nasty stuff going on out there, yes, but you can take your life into your own hands, look after yourself, and head out the front door with confidence.

  

Part Five

Put simply, the Covid story encapsulates everything that is bad, twisted, devious. It is evil incarnated in a phantom killer disease; it is the Inversion in pure form. And it is germ theory write large. In the theatre which is Covid-19, humans are cast as helpless victims in the grip of a terrible fate, unable to do a thing about it. It is victim mentality personified. 

The humans watched in horror as the virus marched through Iran from central China, on through Italy, Spain, France, until - gotcha! - it finally breached the White Cliffs of Dover. Britain sat petrified, unable to lift a finger to do a thing to stop the enemy's advance. Helpless victims - which is exactly where the Cabal wants them to be. 

We are not required to enter into an either/or debate about germ theory and terrain theory. It is most likely a false dichotomy; elements of both may well contribute to health. But the Covid story has been played entirely on the germ, the killer virus. And on humans as helpless victims.

Thus we discover that Hancock, the supposed Minister for Health, is not a minister for health at all: he is a minister for vaccines. And throw in a face mask or two. 

But remarkably, not a word has been uttered during the entire dark pantomime about how human beings might actually improve their health - their defences, their chances of naturally combating any illness that may be around. Instead, everything that has been put in place will have a detrimental effect upon a person's health: being cooped up indoors without fresh air, sunshine, exercise; keeping people apart, isolated from others, especially nearest and dearest, leading to greatly increased stress, anxiety, sadness, depression, all known to make one more susceptible to illness; breathing issues with long-term mask use, including the possible inhalation of toxic plastics; engendered fear, once more with a palpable effect on the strength of the human organism. 

Instead, it's all down to staying put, shutting up, doing what you're told, and waiting for the vaccine. The killer vaccine. the vaccine, designed to end far more lives than the phantom virus ever will.

Scientifically, germ theory is of dubious status. But in psychological terms, its effects are clear: they are devastating.   

Images:  Aylesbury Grammar School, place of much torture

              Some girls come over

              The killer virus

               Germ theory, terrain theory, explained

 

  

Covid Torture, Humans Rise Above It

 This is a good article, I think, which sets out the general picture, and could be shown to a relative newcomer to the deeper realities of Covid torture 2020. I don't actually agree with it all - the 'virus from Wuhan' narrative isn't real for me - but the general drift....

https://www.stopworldcontrol.com/planned/#

There are also some excellent articles in 'freedom articles' below. I recommend the one about psychological stress, torture, and covid 19 from September 11th (!) especially.

 https://thefreedomarticles.com

And in case you might need it in these weird and nasty times:

https://www.bitchute.com/video/IqdLHmnloyDw/

And finally, something completely different, from north-east England. A heart-warming poem:

https://bitchute.com/video/RXWnbBTLzBkQ

And that's it from Covidland for today....

A Sufi Mystic

 "When a man is possessed by an evil spirit the qualities of humanity are lost in him. Whatever he says is really said by that spirit, though it seems to proceed from his mouth. When the spirit has this rule and dominance over him the agent is the property of the spirit, and not himself. His self has departed and he has become the spirit."      Rumi, 13th century Sufi.

For some strange and unaccountable reason, various images came to me as I mulled over these words from the wise man.

In no particular order - Ursula von der Ley, Chris Witty, Emmanuel Macron, Melinda Gates, Matt Hancock. Actually, they are not all there... 

Truly, the world of humans is greatly influenced by those who are like hollow vessels, possessed by a spirit. Vessels fit and shaped to channel all manner of evil into the affairs of humankind. Teresa May, Joe Biden - two more. They have, or appear to have, no character, no personality. They are automatons who deliver messages, instructions, edicts, without proper feeling, without natural human response.

The world of power is full of such beings, and this is no coincidence. They are the perfect type. They simply exercise authority without the complication of personal emotions. I am reminded of that section in one of James Hillman's books, where he discusses the nature of evil. It lies, according to various investigators, in uniformity, anonymity, conformity, efficient faceless bureaucracy. These are precisely the elements which these abovementioned people seem to embody. Quiet, unmoved, impersonal: sign the execution form and move on.

In a sense, the out-and-out, out-there, darkness of a Sturgeon, a Salmond, a Merkel, is preferable. It's not so creepy. Well, in Sturgeon's case, I'm not so sure.... 

And what about Boris Johnson? What's happened to him? I might be wrong, but it seemed to me that he went into hospital with an illness as one person and came out as another. Beforehand, he was something of a real person, with his distinctive sense of humour and the rest. But since his stint with the NHS, he has been little more than a robot, a covid automaton. One of the very worst.

As I said, I might be wrong. But that's what my five senses and my intuition are telling me. There's hardly anything said about this: the occasional suggestion that he has been replaced by a double, the original Johnson either executed or hidden away for his personal safety. Unlikely, I submit. But what happened in that hospital? I wonder whether he's been got at, got to, possibly subjected to some heavyweight mind control. That would hardly be surprising: the rest of us have had it. 

Two not particularly related, but not unrelated, articles. If the 'new improved' Google system (ha ha) wants to redirect you that's OK....

https://off-guardian.org/2020/09/22/covid-world-resist/     

https://realclimatescience.com/2020/09/the-bill-gates-tattoo/

And The Sun Goes Down....

Part One

Spring and summer witnessed an unprecedented flourish of activity on the blog, to correspond with the unprecedented flourish of insanity in the world. Now, suddenly - nothing. I am quiet, more in-turned: what we can call the inner work calls out for priority attention - not just for 'me' but for any contribution I may make to the overall betterment of the world. So be it.....

While springtime is, apparently, the time of the 'Lesser Mysteries', autumn marks the unfolding of the 'Greater Mysteries'. As outward activity diminishes, this seems fitting, natural, appropriate. It is the season when the big mysteries of life will most readily be revealed, to those who are prepared to listen, be quiet, to go inwards.  

What I have written so far this year represents a reasonable summary of what I feel has been going on over this uniquely bizarre and brutal period. It is now a matter of seeing how things unfold further. In part, at least.

As it happens, things have become still more ludicrous - if that is possible - by the day. The 'pandemic' has been replaced by the 'casedemic' as prime mover of dystopian events. 'An increase in infections' is the new phrase designed to strike still further fear and terror into the lives of many many people. 

This masks-and-infections phase is personally more difficult, in some respects, than the initial lockdown back in spring. It is grotesque, totally irrational, incredible. Anyone in their right mind would simply note that, for about two months now, UK deaths from typical seasonal flu have far outstripped those from 'the virus' and, when confronted with 'increase in infections' simply reply with "What's the problem, then?"

Many people are not, however, in their right mind. A dark spell has been cast - literally - reinforced every time people put on the mask of the beast in subservience or fear. They have fallen for a story that gets more surreal by the day. A part of me still recoils in shock at how easily people have fallen for this fiction. Maybe I was naive about the nature of many human beings in the first place.  

"The individual is handicapped by coming face-to-face with a conspiracy so monstrous he cannot believe it exists." J. Edgar Hoover (and he should know.....)

Part Two

A couple of weeks ago my wife and I went to Edinburgh for a few days. It was the first time outside the Scottish Highlands since March; not something I had any great urge for, but, as it turned out, refreshing nevertheless.

I would not normally  harbour notions of visiting Edinburgh at this time of year - accommodation prices sky-high, and half the world there for the Festival. But this year being different, it was manageable both economically and psychologically. Not crowded, but sufficient people to avoid the ghost-town experience. 

We tracked down  the less covid-infested eating places, the ones without fear-porn signs all over the place, without military-style 'security' on the door, etc. We even found a cafe where the staff were unmasked. I told them how wonderful it was to see their faces, and they said they were following misgovernment guidelines on 'safety' fully anyway. Which was interesting.

All in all, we tried to live like fully-fledged human beings, not zombies. And on Saturday it was the 'Freedom for Scotland' Gathering near Holyrood. Lots of warm, friendly, fear-free individuals meeting together to make their human voices heard. No mandatory vaccines, no mandatory masks, no more lockdowns; you get the idea. The atmosphere was generally carnival more than it was protest, the attitude being predominantly that of being healthy human beings rather than angry fists and confrontation. That is playing their game, after all. It is one that 'they' are all too familiar with, and one which 'they' invariably win.

Part Three

It's been the order of the day for a couple of months now: the satanic ritual of the mask. Taxi drivers in masks, shoppers in masks, hotel staff in masks, solitary passengers on a bus, peeping out from behind a mask. No longer do I walk around in a human world. I now wander though a bizarre ritual enactment, in which 'persons' are removed, erased, sponged out.

And we have the local lockdowns, driven by 'cases'. People aren't actually dying, but the invisible enemy is afoot, invoking fear on every street corner. "Best to be safe."

And now we have the blackmail of children, just one small step away from full-on pedophilic child abuse: wear the mask or you might give the virus to grandad, and he'll die. Traumatising the kids, just like in satanic child abuse. There is no limit to the depths of depravity that today's new leaders will go to.

We have, too, the grotesque numbers: six people meeting together only. Precise, mechanical, calculated. Six. Six. Six. Why don't more people get it????

Anybody in their right mind would see that this dark theatre which is being enacted is not the product of the 'human mind'. Human minds could not, I submit, work out, choreograph, and orchestrate all this. No. It requires another kind of mind, the archontic mind. Castaneda uses three adjectives to describe this type of non-human influence on our affairs: baroque, morose, contradictory. I found this an extremely curious choice of words to begin with, but its quirky nature, behind which lie sadism and pure lust for control, makes more sense today.

It is all occult, calculated, sadistic. And this is another thing....

Part Four

Over the past two hundred years or more, the 'modern western mind' has been in process of creation. It has now reached full flowering. It is indeed modern and western: scientific, rational, philosophically materialistic - well, that's the official story, anyhow. It believes in science and things scientific. Measurements, computer models. To be real, something needs to be amenable to the five senses; we need to be able measure it, quantify it. Otherwise it's dismissed as superstitious rubbish. This is the great psy-op of the modern era.

When a friend wrote to me that 'science is diabolic', this short sentence turned on a switch, a switch of understanding. Yes, science is truly diabolic - science as commonly understood, that is. It cages the human mind in a tiny box of cognition and experience: anything that may exist outside that box will be either ridiculed, dismissed, or simply not experienced consciously at all. And all the while this limitation to experience is justified by the programmed belief that 'we' are more advanced: our 'science' makes us superior, more knowledgeable, closer to real life. While in fact the converse is true.

"We have a predator that came from the depths of the cosmos and took over the rule of our lives. Human beings are its prisoners. The predator is our lord and master. It has rendered us docile, helpless"

And again:

"The predators gave us their mind! Do you hear me? The predators give us their mind, which becomes our mind....... Through the mind, which, after all, is their mind, the predators inject into the lives of human beings whatever is convenient for them." (Carlos Castaneda, the Active Side of Infinity).

The predators gave us our mind. They gave us our scientific mind. And one reason that they gave us our scientific mind is that it acts as perfect cover. 

The predator does not act through materialistic rational science at all. The predator knows that's not the way that the world works. The predator acts through the occult. Through ritual: through signs, symbols, numbers, synchronicities. It knows this is the real deal, not crappy computer models. 

But it has given to the human mind science. Science, which denies the very existence of the occult. The means by which the predator manipulates, and is currently in the process of destroying, humanity as we know it, is not even recognised by modern western people. The predator's means is invisible! This being the case, the predator can continue its monstrous activities undetected, outside the cognitive menu which it has instilled into humans as being the one-and-only reality. Isn't that genius?

"The individual is handicapped by coming face-to-face with a conspiracy so monstrous he cannot believe it exists...... The American mind has not come to a realisation of the evil which has been introduced into our midst."  

Images: Calton Hill, Edinburgh            

 

 

 

  

  

  

The Blue Mask

There were small hopeful signs during a visit to the supermarket this week (I refer to 'the supermarket' since the local Tesco has become pretty much the one-and-only over recent months. It is fairly quiet, not very big, and you don't get hassled for not wearing a you-know-what).

First up, more of the staff are clearly getting pissed off with wearing masks. An increasing number can be seen with them worn well down below the nose, or pulled down for a breather before going back into full numbskull mode; or just left dangling while they get on with their job. One, who I'd seen struggling and working in dangling mode a couple of weeks ago, now sports an 'exemption' thing, as do a couple of other workers.

I am pleased, not for ideological reasons, but for their sakes: long-term wearing of a suffocation cloth will be bad for health - there is far more literature around to back this up than evidence that it does any good in scaring away viruses.

Outside the supermarket, a lively-looking guy - I think he was a Jesus dude - was having an animated discussion with one of the supermarket workers, an older guy, one who goes around collecting the trolleys around the car park. "They are herding us into a new way of life" he was explaining to the trolley man, who looked interested but bemused.

Back inside, I had spied a masker paying at the checkout wearing a Lou Reed t-shirt. "Lou Reed wouldn't wear a mask" I thought to myself, before letting it go: there's no way of knowing, really.
But Lou Reed and masks go back a long way.

In some respects, Lou was a master of the mask. Not for keeping at bay a phantom virus, but for putting on and taking off persona. Unlike most of our modern occult mask-wearers, his was a conscious act, so he was able to control the magick; well, most of the time. But it was that: one mask for an audience, another mask for tomorrow night's audience, a particularly odious mask for the music journalists he so despised. And there was the Blue Mask.....

The album entitled 'The Blue Mask' was released in early 1982. It was in the middle of a period during which only true Lou aficionados will be familiar with any of the songs. The fashion among rock 'critics' at the time was to ignore, dismiss, or run down.

'The Blue Mask' came to bathe Reed's gathering ignominy in a little light relief. The working title of the album was apparently 'Heaven and Hell', and it fits the bill. After years of living and making music that was on the edge of destruction, despair, premature complete annihilation, Lou Reed takes a big step towards personal redemption (if we remove any theological connotations to the word) with some of the songs on 'The Blue Mask'.

'Heavenly Arms' is one such. And there is 'Our House', evoking scenes of rural idyll. 'The image of the poet's in the breeze/ Canadian geese are flying above the trees/ A mist is hanging gently on the lake/ Our house is very beautiful at night.'

But then there is the song itself, the one which gives its name to the album. The Blue Mask. I provide a link to the song, though I am unable to really listen to it myself. The distorted guitar feedback, the pounding beat and rhythm, the vicious military snarl of Lou's voice, the words, the words, the words. It is not a 'high vibrational' song; but then it is not intended to be.

Suffering and torture are the name of the game on 'The Blue Mask'. 'They tied his arms behind his back/ To teach him how to swim/ They put blood in his coffee/ And milk in his gin.'

The catalogue of sadism continues, until...... , ambiguously(much art worth the title is ambiguous) it begins to dawn. This is not a one-way street of abuse. The abused is a willing participant in the entire horror movie.

'Take the blue mask down from my face/ And look me in the eye/ I get a thrill from punishment/ I've always been that way'. And again, near the song's pained finale: 'Make the sacrifice/ Mutilate my face/ If you need someone to kill/ I'm a man without a will'.

Doesn't it sound all-too familiar? Isn't this the ritual which is being enacted across the globe right now, by literally billions of people on a daily basis? Is it not that the human species is being invited to engage in sado-masochistic ritual on an unimaginable scale? Just watch some people when they don the mask. Their heads are literally bowed. They walk around looking cowed, downtrodden, thoroughly beaten. Not so much teenagers: it needs more than a blue mask to knock the stuffing out of most of them. But older folk, from age twenty on, I'd submit. Happy masochists. Punish me, punish me, punish me some more. I am a danger to the world; I am crap.

Bowed and cowed. The ritual of submission. Willing submission, mind you, for the most part. This is the important bit. If I can walk around the supermarket mask-free, so can anyone else. It's a choice. And, just as in the 'Blue Mask' song, there is a conspiracy between abuser and abused: both get their kicks from the twisted, perverse ritual. 'Make the sacrifice/ Mutilate my face/ If you need someone to kill/ I'm a man without a will'.

What a perfect expression of the goal of the blue mask ritual enacted worldwide today: to render the human being no longer human; no longer an independent entity, with any vestige of personal choice, of free will. To become passive, mute, faceless. And, in an expression of the unspoken covenant between abuser and abused, the mutilated will speak up for, defend with aggression if need be, the right of the abuser to continue the abuse. Speak out against the mask and you will likely be accused of recklessness, irresponsibility, and of wanting to kill other people.

They are after the children now. Enforcing a mask on a child is child abuse, plain and simple, literally. There is no limit to the depths that 'they' will plumb in their sickness. 'Children need to wear a mask to protect the old people.' What manipulative diabolical bullshit. And they know that.

'The adult is now debased. Let's see if we can take it further. Will they allow us to debase their children? Will they allow us to do that?'

'I'm a man without a will'.

Here's the song, if you dare:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=pCXA7RRoD0M

I am reminded of animal documentaries that I saw when I used to watch television. I can't remember what it was: sharks or dolphins I think. Anyhow, they would come upon a great shoal of little fish, millions of them, darting around. The sharks/dolphins would go crazy, uncontrollable, get carried away in a total frenzy as they decimated their prey. This is what I see today. The architects of control can't believe their luck, and they've gone ape-shit crazy. Completely out of control as they plough through the shoals of consent-to-debasement humans. It's a frenzy, it doesn't look good, but it's only possible because the prey are willing prey. There is no limit to where they can go, should they be allowed. Psychopathy is by its nature insatiable in its evil.

Take the blue mask down, look me in the eye.....

We have a problem. The majority of people are not psychopathic. The problem is that they do not recognise that there is a psychopathic mentality at work in the world; and that, while unrecognised, can rain down as much havoc as it wishes on the rest of human life.

Studies vary, but the suggestion is that between 1% and 5% of the human population is of psychopathic disposition. This is characterised above all by absence of empathy, of feelings of remorse and of the recognition that actions have consequences. In sum, there is no fellow-feeling; no feeling for any living thing aside from oneself.

It is lack of honesty and courage which lead so many people to dismiss, or refuse to acknowledge, the psychopathic element at work in human affairs, I suggest. For many non-psychopaths it is uncomfortable to consider this possibility. My humble suggestion is that it's time to get over it, and ..... take off the blue mask and look it all firmly in the eye. Otherwise, future prospects may not be worth thinking about.....               


 

Mind Control

Part One

At the end of the day (as the saying goes) my approach is psychological. 'Psychological' in the broadest sense of the word, that is. Mind, consciousness: these are primary, these are the creators of reality. 'Mind' includes feelings and emotions, instinct and intuition, sensations, just as much as it includes thoughts and ideas. 'Mind' is not a matter of the head; it is a matter of all experience.

There was a number of occasions during the 1970s when, with the aid of various psychedelic, or entheogenic, helpers, I was able to witness the world coming into being. It was as if time slowed down to such an extent that the entire process of manifestation, of creation, could be experienced as it occurred. The world of many things, the world as we normally know it, would unfold from 'somewhere' else: from the non-create, the un-create.

This is how the entire thing comes to be. On a moment-to-moment basis, the 'world' is created anew. It  is in a constant state of coming-to-be; sensations and the rest are instantaneously interpreted by our perceptual mechanisms into what we then, comfortably in the realm of the known, translate as 'the world'.

It's presented in many different places under various guises. In Mahayana Buddhism, it is the Void which gives birth to the world as we know it. It is emanation theory, in which the (dualistic) world is an emanation from the non-dual, what is sometimes  termed 'Source'. It is there in Kabbala, on the Tree of Life, where Ain Soph then Kether, the One, splits into ever-increasing differentiation, until we finally arrive at the bottom of the tree, Malkuth, the material world.

Mind Only. Consciousness is primary, the source of all that is. We forget this at our peril.

Part Two

During these described moments many years ago, and at various times more recently, it occurred to me that realising this process was the root of magic, or at least one root. For if one was able to watch the world come into being, then equally one could learn how to squeeze into that gap between the unmanifest and the manifest, and so twist, alter, distort, what was to come into being. Magic, the occult, are in themselves neutral; they can be the source of either good or evil, depending upon the intentions of the worker of the magic.

According to some, this is the origin of much of the conflict on planet Earth today. The great sages and knowledge-holders of thousands of years back, centred in what is nowadays northern Iran, spilt into two opposing groups. There were the carriers of true spiritual wisdom, who became the Gnostics among others. And there were the carriers of darkness - of power rather than benevolent wisdom - who morphed into secret societies, the Illuminati. And we could say, the embodiments of the mentality of the Archons.

Part Three

Mind is everything. This refers to everything 'now' as much as at any other time.

Face masks, face coverings: for the vast majority of folk they have nothing to do with physical health. Nothing at all. But they have everything to do with mind. Psychology. Everything. They are one of modern history's greatest mind-fucks.

In order to unpack one angle on the mind-mask-fuck, I shall take a stroll down a particularly dark psychological alleyway.

Before the Covid situation arose, there were two topics which occasionally pop up in the 'alternative world' that I studiously avoided. They were too repugnant, too dark, too psychopathic, for me. These topics were a) the A1 (artificial intelligence) archontic end-game, of a brain/computer interface, essentially transforming human beings into computer terminals, remotely-manipulated automatons of the (sub)human hive mind. And the second topic was that of satanic ritual abuse, especially of children, primarily as a means to feed off their energy.

With the playing of the Covid card, however, nothing is off limits any longer. All needs consideration, nothing is impossible. And it doesn't take a genius to see the connections between the artificial intelligence programme, ritual abuse, and the coronavirus plandemic.

The stuff of fantasy nightmares it may seem, but satanic ritual abuse is well-documented, including accounts by survivors which bear close resemblance to one another, thus lending credibility to their stories.

Trauma-based mind control is a vital element in such ritual abuse. Put simply, abuse generates intense fear, trauma; it is intended to so, for energetic reasons. And a major factor in how the process works involves compartmentalisation of the victim's psyche; in my own words, the exploitation of sub-personalities of the target victim, which operate more-or-less autonomously one from the other.

It is possible to turn on and off the sub-personalities of an individual. Thus, a victim may appear relatively normal under most circumstances, when their main persona is operating. However, it is possible to 'trigger' (the word used) another (sub)personality through the use of particular trigger words, sounds, or other means. Once triggered, this sub-personality can be subjected to extreme pain, fear, whatever, and then turned off again at will.

The person is then returned to their main persona, and such is the trauma that they consciously recall nothing at all - it is completely identified with that other (now unconscious) sub-persona. It's as if nothing every happened, and it's only through intensive psychotherapeutic work that the horrors may eventually be recovered.

Such are the psychopathic depths that a small proportion of (non)humanity will plumb. But the principle of the mask is not so very far from that employed in satanic ritual abuse, I suggest. Not so very far at all....

It is simple and straightforward to observe. Put on the mask and you become a different person; a different sub-personality takes charge. And this is all intended, by the way.

Part Four

Put straightforwardly: the mask is a trigger. It is a trigger for demeaning, humiliating ritualised abuse on a global scale. You can see it happening all the time, if only you look: see what is there, not what you have been told is there.

You see people behaving in human fashion, in the street, in the park, in the car park: laughing, joking, playing around; complaining, communicating about something or another. Then they approach the shop, and put on the mask. Immediately it is triggered: the Covid horror-anxiety-fear-and-danger-submission sub-personality. You see it in the supermarkets, on the buses, wherever people wear the mask. The Covid persona has been turned on.

And the thing about the Covid sub-personality is that it is not a personality at all. The personality has been erased, removed. Which is the whole point of the exercise, and why it is satanic. Our individuality is gone, and we are all the same, all subservient to the same common horror, the one great unifying Covid. We bow our heads in unison.

I believe that last week Con-mander-in-Chief Johnson issued yet another edict enumerating further places where the mask had to be worn. Hotel lobbies, for example. There is no coincidence here. Introduce still more petty details about where faces must be covered in order to keep the loyal subjects in constant remembrance of the mask, of their subservience to the mask, of the omnipresent horror of the Covid.

Do not allow them to forget for one second their inferiority to the god of the mask, the personality eraser. Over time, roles will reverse: the current personality will become the sub-personality, and vice-versa. The mask will become our prime face, our default way of being. Loyal, cowed, fearful, obedient: this will become the norm. Our face of individuality gone. We will be wearing the mask even when the face is uncovered.

No way......

Part Five

I have yet to wear a coronavirus suffocation cloth, and I intend that things will remain that way. There are, however, a number of occasions when I would consider it, to be effected in full consciousness of non-consent to the satanic rite.

One such occasion was last Sunday, when my wife (who hasn't covered her face yet, either) had an appointment at the local hospital for a check-up on a previously serious condition, postponed from March. If it was a case of 'no mask=no check-up' I would have donned the infernal object.

We arrived at reception; hospital almost deserted. "Use the handgel" the young lady at reception told us. I backtracked a couple of steps, and squeezed a tiny drop of this unpleasant stuff over my fingers. "You need to wear your mask" she continued. "We are exempt" I declared, pointing to the badges dangling prominently from our necks. The receptionist got a bit flustered; this was a bit much for her. Such complications were clearly not part of the script she had been given. "Oh, well" she mumbled. "Take these with you, in case you need them" handing me a couple of those surgical mask things.

We saw the consultant, who appeared remarkably unworried about contracting a fatal virus from either of us. He has always been courteous and helpful, and was happy to give my wife the all-clear, and hoped he never saw us again.

Once home, I opened my bag and took out my trophy from the hospital. I'd seen thousands of people wearing these things, and plenty of them, used or unused, thrown away and strewn across the pavements and forest walks nearby. But I'd never looked at one closely. Not really. And never touched one. 

I inspected it, rubbed my finger across its centre, held it up to the light. The magic mask, the transformer of society.

What an awful thing! It is worse than I had imagined. Crude, cheap, synthetic, slimy. A mass-produced piece of demonstrable shit. The very depths of what modern industrial society can come up with. Is supposed to protect against the most deadly Covid virus? Really? And people wear this on their face every day??? Voluntarily???

The medium is the message, I guess. Demeaning, humiliating, you got it. How low can you sink? 

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Above is a link to David Icke's weekly dot connector videocast. It's on the same subject, approached from a slightly different angle, but one of his best. Highly recommended.   

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