Windfarms: Postscript in Blood

                                     Ed Davey salutes the masses

There may be those who consider me a little harsh on the supporters of windfarms. I could possibly do with a bit more understanding of their position; I could moderate my words and my judgment. Nothing of the sort. I have, in fact, been generous and charitable in the extreme in what I have written. The reality is worse than anything my ability with language can conjure up.

Among the worst offenders are those members of the Liberal Democrat party in Britain. These guys should get themselves a dictionary: it is difficult to find a bunch of people less democratic and liberal than these. Actually, in the last general election hardly anybody voted for them. Nevertheless, in the brave-new-world coalition of today they are in the driving seat for trashing vast areas of countryside with industrial junk, not to mention condemning lots of older folk to an early grave thanks to the consequent high energy prices of their windfarms policy.

Current Windfarm Fuhrer-Messiah is Lib Dem Ed Davey, successor to nice Lib Dem man Chris Huhne. The nonsense that issues from this man's mouth is jaw-dropping. His department is currently engaged in blocking reports on the effects of windfarms on property prices and on rural economies generally. Very liberal and democratic indeed. Of course, it is no coincidence that a guy like him is head of energy ('Coincidence' is a word we like to throw around to cover up a connection which we are either genuinely unconscious of, or which we do not want to face up to). It's all engineered by Cameron, but I'll leave you to work that one out.

A personal observation. I have no proof, but this is what I see...... Scottish Highland people, especially the rural ones, generally like to stay put. Selling a house here is a far slower process than it is likely to be in London. Yet I have passed through a number of small communities where a surprising number of 'For Sale' notices have been on display. These have all been near windfarms, or places with windfarm proposals around. Coincidence? No: 'coincidence' is a word.......etc etc. One village, in particular, not far from Loch Ness, seems awash with such notices. There is a windfarm already up the valley from the settlement, with another proposal adjacent, and several others in fair proximity. The area is also now crossed by the Beauly-Denny transmission line, hundreds of miles of giant pylons under construction which march across the hills. Their erection has meant considerable areas of forest being cleared and turned into unsightly industrial sites without a thought for their appearance. Of course, personal sacrifice has to be made in the name of the greater general good; tough luck on the local residents. 'The greater good' argument is another weapon wielded by the tyrannical. I have been there myself. It is not nice.

The Highland Clearances is one episode in Scottish history that is correctly viewed with shame. Yet the fallout from the saturation bombing by windfarms is similar. In fact, the closer you look, the more remarkable the parallels turn out to be. You see, the Empire maintains its control through a small number of strategies repeated time and time again. Deja vu.

        

A Warrior's Greatest Love, And Its Great Betrayal

It's the end of the line. After a decade and three best-selling titles, the time has come for a final dramatic farewell. Along with Pablito, another apprentice, Carlos Castaneda stands on the northern edge of the mesa, a flat-topped mountain, somewhere in Mexico. There, too, are Don Juan and Don Genaro, Castaneda's teacher and benefactor respectively. The light is fading; twilight, the door to the unknown, is fast approaching. The time for the jump. The jump into the abyss.

Pablito and Carlos are told to say goodbye to all those present and everyone else they are leaving behind. They might return to fulfil their earthly task, or they might not, instead merging finally and completely with the nagual, the infinite.

A wave of sadness and loneliness overcomes Castaneda. 'It's almost time for us to disband....' says Genaro.'But before we go our separate ways, I must tell you one last thing. I am going to disclose to you a warrior's secret.' He recalls Castaneda once saying that the life of a warrior was cold and lonely and devoid of feelings.  This cannot be so, iterates Genaro, because his life is based on his affection, his devotion, his dedication to his beloved. At this, Genaro makes a series of 'dazzling magical moves' that Castaneda perceives as a luminous ball 'sliding on something like the floor of an ice skating rink with a thousand lights shining on it.'

The voice of Don Juan illuminates: Don Genaro's love is the world, and this is his way of embracing the Earth. The Earth knows that Don Genaro loves it: hence his life is filled to the brim. 'Genaro roams on the paths of his love and, wherever he is, he is complete.' 'Only if one loves this Earth with unbending passion can one release ones sadness' he continues. 'A warrior is always joyful because his love is unalterable and his beloved, the Earth, embraces him and bestows upon him inconceivable gifts.'

The barking of a dog cuts the silence. This barking, Don Juan goes on to explain, is the saddest thing one can hear. 'That barking, and the loneliness it creates, speaks of the feelings of men. Men for whom an entire life was like one Sunday afternoon, an afternoon which was not altogether miserable, but rather hot and dull and uncomfortable. They sweated and fussed a great deal. They didn't know where to go, or what to do. That afternoon left them only with the memory of petty annoyances and tedium, and then suddenly it was over; it was already night.'

For Castaneda this, a warrior's greatest love, is the final teaching, the one that puts everything else in context. And it is written about in the final pages of 'Tales of Power' with a force, a focus, and a passion, that is, to my mind, unequalled in the work of Castaneda. It is real Earth mysticism, direct contact and communication with Gaia, which arguably represents the highest aspirations a human being can have.

Today, this sacred pathway has been twisted and distorted beyond recognition, hijacked by the oligarchs and other emissaries of control over our species. Love of the Earth has been debased into global warming panic, carbon emission guilt, the desecration of the beautiful face of the Earth with windfarms that benefit only the rich and power-hungry, and a general hatred of humanity for its sins. A message both poisonous and ludicrous, thrust upon a gullible public desperate for something to believe in, something to save their hideous souls.

In Britain we have the Camerons, the Ed Daveys, the Huhnes; the Salmonds and Fergus Ewings in Scotland; the shameless opportunists of Scottish Renewables and Renewables UK; the fanatical ideologues in Greenpeace, Friends of the Earth, and WWF. Blind ideology and Machiavellian opportunism combine in varying proportions in an appeal to people's better nature. Rationally, it doesn't have a leg to stand on. Just as one example, even were human-made warming a perilous reality, whatever happens on these small islands of Britain would be irrelevant, given its tiny contribution to planetary emissions overall. More and more people are seeing through these vicious lies, but still they hold, through ignorance, fear, and guilt, far too many people in their thrall.

In truth, the Green mind control programme delivers a double whammy; it is probably the most successful in business at the moment. Increasing numbers of people are becoming suspicious of the 'Mohammed Dave has an enormous armoury of massively destructive weapons in a little country far from here and he's got them all pointed at his next-door neighbour/Kensington High Street (delete as appropriate)' routine. Yet those very same people will swallow whole the 'climate change - panic - just do as we say and everything will be alright' fabrication. It's the programme that catches nice people, people who are concerned. Some generally aware 'psychedelic people' are among those who have fallen for the scam. Take Graham Hancock and Ralph Metzner: both people for whom I have a goodly store of respect, and who carry around a bucketload of wisdom with them. Yet look at their blogs and websites, and they are littered with stuff about human-induced climate catastrophe, draconian low carbon strategies, etc. If we are going to talk low carbon technology, let's at least do it properly. Forget wind turbines and everything else that's been thrown at us thus far. Put serious time and energy into looking at the plethora of low- and free- energy devices that are popping up nowadays (with predictably zero coverage in the mainstream).

I haven't written much about windfarms recently. That doesn't mean they have gone away. It's just that I have no intention of turning into a full-time campaigner. At the end of the day, moving the pieces around on the chessboard isn't a solution. The real game is off the chessboard altogether. As it happens, my cursory glances at the 'news' show how the extent of the windfarm lie is being exposed on a daily basis. Yet still this programme bulldozes its way through regardless, attempting to worm its slimy way into every nook and cranny of sacred earth beauty. And, by the way, the Earth appears to be cooling at the moment, and Arctic ice is back with a vengeance.

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