Sovereignty of Souls and of Nations

Part One

Great Evil now stalked the surface of the Earth. It was his big opportunity. He had been here before, but now he sensed: it was his chance.

Dominion over all: this was his goal, his wet dream. His thirst, his lust, his unquenchable appetite. Unquenchable till now, that is.

Great Evil had learned many things. One of his newly-acquired skills was his greatest pride, his most cherished perverted joy. He had learned how to mask his evil intent beneath the cloak of goodness. This was now his way. His lust for power, his self-identity as the great controlling one, master of puppets, now strode the Earth in the guise of goodness, of light. Of helping all creatures; concern, righteousness, the certainty of goodness. This was his realisation most stunning, and it bore fruit magnificent to behold. Yes, this was his chance, one of his finest hours. Yes, he would win.

Part Two

They took to their cool retreat in the mountains. He, the Warrior Prince and Great Magician; She, Dark Princess of the Morning Star. They sensed the presence of Great Evil in the towns and valleys of humankind; they smelt the putrid stink of his sweat-evil glands, wafting in on the  west wind. They knew there was one chance, and one chance only. They had to go.

He cast off his heavy cloak onto the earthen floor. She could make out the firm contours of his chest beneath his tunic, and her heart stopped. He ran a finger along the smooth nape of her slender neck. Her left thigh motioned slowly upwards. She gasped. And they were gone.

The God noticed their love-making, and He smiled. It was a rare pleasure these days, to find his presence celebrated, nay, generated, through divine union. Happy, He bestowed his blessings.

Day and night, they continued their love-making. They needed no sleep: their union generated infinite energy. They required no food - the nectar of bliss was their ambrosial nourishment.

When they kissed, and his tongue explored the dark recesses of her lovely mouth, He tasted the sweetness of the Honey Goddess, Lady Creator of all. And when She nestled her body within the firm contours of his own, a bright light shone, and She knew it was the presence of the all-embracing God.

When He nibbled her ear She laughed, and She knew the God the Playful One, the disarmer. And when They made love, when their two breaths became one, a seed shot up far into the night sky. There it exploded into heavenly lights, and a new star was born.

He marvelled at their love, at their union. How they became one; yet they became each one more truly themselves. Forever united, forever separate. This was the Mystery.

Seeing all this, the God smiled and approached. "In your love, your sweetness, your beauty; here there is no place for Great Evil. He has no way to gain access. You have ignited the flame, and he can only flee. Here, he feels only panic and fear, the dread of being found out. Into hearts that are true, real, deeply awake, he can find no way. This is the secret, the mystery, the sole answer." And the God was gone.

They looked out into the world of human beings and of Great Evil. He had not noticed them or his own diminishment. He was too absorbed in his own hideous games.

Part Three

Let us for a moment take a look at life thought the lens of Zoroastrianism. With its roots in the distant past, it means slightly different things to different people. But focal to most notions of Zoroastrian thought is the battle between good and evil. This is the essence of human life, the great battle.

We don't need to get particularly ideological or philosophical about it. No need to go into the origins of good and evil, or precise definitions. We can adopt them pragmatically, as words giving shape to something that we sense and feel. For our purpose today, that is plenty. That there is good and bad; that there are good guys and bad guys, in varying degrees.

It is not unusual to find me framing my view of the world through this battle between good and evil. It's the essence of human existence, caught midway between heaven and hell, between pleasure and pain, between ignorance and knowledge, between freedom and slavery. Wait! - did I say 'freedom and slavery'? This is the battleground today, surely.

'Good' and 'evil' have manifested in different forms in different cultures and at different times. During my life I have seen 'east versus west', 'workers (the oppressed) versus bosses (the oppressors)'. But none of this works very much any more. Marginal relevance. The battleground is still becoming clearer, but nowadays things move quickly, and it clarifies by the minute. It is the battle between the unelected, self-appointed elites, and the rest of us. This is the new guise that the freedom/slavery dichotomy cloaks itself in.

'Sovereignty' has become a key notion for understanding today's battle between good and evil. This is a word that I have shied away from in the past: it has different meanings, and it reminds me too much of Buckingham Palace. But this is the dictionary definition that I am referring to here: 'freedom from external influence or control; autonomy.'

I regard sovereignty as one of the supreme goods. It is a prerequisite for a healthy, creative human society. And it is prerequisite for the journey of the individual human in the search for gnosis (or 'spiritual life' as some people like to call it).

Maximum sovereignty represents the path to personal fulfilment, and to a nation-state of active, satisfied citizens. It is the way of liberation. Conversely, erosion of sovereignty is the path of de-individuation, and of collective slavery. And this is the battle we are seeing played out on the world stage at this very moment.

Our bad guys of today wish to diminish sovereignty, for whatever reason. They have seen that brute force no longer represents an effective means of progress: people don't like it, and you often end up on the losing end. No. Another way is required. Control by stealth is therefore the order of the day. A take-over that is barely recogniseable to the majority of human beings.

One thing that those who would see fit to control others have realised is that democracy is not a reliable way forward. People have the inconvenient habit of voting in the wrong people. Trump and Brexit have really brought this home. Never mind: another way has been arranged. Other, non-democratic, institutions will do the work instead. Over time, they will become the de facto governments, while national government becomes a side show, to keep the masses happy.

Thus we see the increasing role played in world affairs by transnational institutions. The UN and the EU are paramount. These are supplemented, and their edicts put into practice, through the (almost) monolithic output of mainstream media, and fed into society by purpose-crafted ideologies which run the courts and legal system, the schools and universities, and so on. In this way the wolf in sheep's clothing works his dark magic: people surrender their sovereignty to the mistaken notion of global responsibility (ie collective conformism and slavery).

This is the way that the much-vaunted 'New World Order', the one-world government, will be ushered in and function. Not from any central palace in London, New York, Kazakstan, or wherever. That is too simplistic. It will govern through a network of like-minded institutions, tightly co-ordinated, from the transnational level down to that of local councils and your children's primary school.

So this is the core Zoroastrian dichotomy of the day: that between unelected elites, peopled by self-appointed experts and officials, and the rest, the neo-plebs. These unelected elites, be it the UN, the BBC, or Common Purpose, all hold the same core belief: that they are right, and they are so right that they are justified in lording it over other people, who are ignorant.

Some of these people, I suppose, sincerely believe that they are right, and that we live in such perilous times that the suspension of personal freedoms, of speech for example, are justified by the situation. This is the dark spell that has been cast over many people by 'climate emergency' lies and hysteria. These may be people with decent intentions, but they have allowed themselves to be hoodwinked, and disastrously so.

Then there are the hard-core ideologists, holding authoritarian and dogmatic beliefs about the way society should be run. Such people are sometimes referred to as cultural Marxists and, when pushed, they turn out to be not very nice.

And then there are the hard-core evil ones. Those who lust after power, wealth, control. They are amoral, prepared to create any amount of misery in pursuit of their nefarious interests. They inhabit the top of the tree, and have successfully hijacked the other two groups of people to do their dirty work, in the belief that they are doing good.

Whatever the motive, the result is a web of institutional power which is authoritarian, intolerant of difference, vicious, and which sees sovereignty as a threat. Its vision is sub-human in nature.

So these, in Zoroastrian combat mode, are the enemy. The world they wish to create is hideous: conformist, fear-based, authoritarian, with all individuality and open debate sponged out. Anybody with real spiritual aspiration would find this society hellish to inhabit. The Tarot Fool would weep and wither away, in a way that the Marxist state never would.

And there rests the case for now......    

Images: Hayagriva, wrathful lord of compassion, who destroys all evil
             Shiva-Shakti yab yum
             Evil intent
             George Soros, Hon FBA  


         

Gnashing and Wailing in the Hothouse

The problem of climate alarmists, of climate emergency people - the real ones, the true believers, those of unwavering faith - is a problem with Shiva. I know their mentality, which is why they won't like me. I can see into them and through them. I know, because I've been there myself. The difference is that I got over it....

I've written before about my vegan year. It straddled 1970 - 71. The world around me was a veritable vale of tears. Everyone and everything was dark, degenerate, full of hatred, insensitivity, and avarice. Society as we knew it was destroying the world, and I was deeply affected. My mission was to save the world through compensation; it was an early and largely unconscious recognition of the role of opposites and polarities. I would be pure and harmless, and thereby restore balance and goodness. I did this for a while, then became ill. Then I got over it....

It was, put simply, a matter of projection. The world may well have been a bit of a mess, but the number one fuck-up creating the angst was little ol' me. I began to realise that I needed to start taking responsibility for my own psychological, emotional, and spiritual well-being, instead of putting all the ills 'out there'. Without this change, there would be no way I could respond appropriately to anything going on in the world around me. And this is the step which many of our climate emergency evangelists have failed to take. They haven't seen that the step is even there to be taken; and it will spoil terribly their apocalyptic narrative if they do.

Actually, I had to get over it a second time. Twenty years on, I had become something of a golden Buddhist. I ran a Buddhist centre and did lots of good things. My Buddhist name reflected the way that my life was full of brightness, goodness, and light: Ratnavira, the jewel-like hero. Then I fell into a deep black pit. It smelt pretty bad down there. I could no longer listen to Mozart, but spent all day with Lou Reed loud on the headphones. And once I emerged, I was a different and, for some, a rather problematic person. Some of those Buddhists who once went out of their way to meet and greet me, now turned away if I approached.

It was a classic night-sea journey, as Jung termed it; head-on confrontation with the Shadow.

So what is meant by 'Shadow'? It's everything that is rejected as being unacceptable by the person we consider ourselves to be; by who we feel and think we are. And you can bet your bottom dollar that, among the wreckage down there, Shiva will be lurking. Shiva, it may be recalled, is the destructive element in the cycle of how things happen, according to Hindu myth: creation, preservation, and destruction, the inseparable triplets. It's understandable that Shiva is the problem bit of the cycle, and that we might not like him at all. He's tough but true. Death, decay, decomposition, withering away, immediate unexpected terminal expiration. Our own mortality staring us in the face.

Shiva's a bit of a downer, the divine party-pooper. But until we accept his role, at least a bit, we can lay no claim to full humanity. Pre-Lou Reed, I was too light, too bright, too far on the side of eternity. I didn't invite Shiva of my own accord, so he had to gate-crash the happy-clappy party himself, with his dark tales. Puer aeternus, eternal no more.

The thing is this. Once Shiva has been allowed to sit at the table, some of his sting automatically disappears. Denial, unconsciousness, are what create the awfulness of his power. For their part, the foot soldiers of climate alarmism have, by and large, failed to accept Shiva as part of the deal of life, to look him in the eye. Thus they manifest total irrationality: bucketloads of fear and insecurity, horror and terror, which can be easily manipulated, whipped into total hysteria, by the climate emergency elites.

These 'elites, as I shall call them, probably don't really believe the script: why has Al Gore got a whopping beachside pad if rising sea levels are going to swallow it up any minute now? But the foot soldiers believe the script. Desperately. It's their way of handling Shiva - by not handling him. And their unconsciousness renders them hysterical, mad, even, as fear and horror run riot in Shiva denial.

I use the word 'mad' intentionally. Some of them appear to me as mad, quite literally. It is as if they have been possessed by a force they are incapable of managing. It is not divine possession, like Handel writing 'the Messiah', or Jesus's disciples at Whitsun, taken by the Holy Ghost. No, it is actually quite demonic. Deny a god or goddess, and they will manifest in twisted, distorted ways. Because manifest, somehow or another, they must.

Some of these hysterical climate alarmists would be better off in therapy than gluing themselves to buses - or playing tennis in Credit Suisse offices, as they were just recently, in protest at Roger Federer's sponsorship deal with Credit Suisse who, horror of horrors, lend money to the devil incarnate, the fossil fuel industries. It is to their infinite shame that the mainstream (lamestream) media gives coverage to these folk, and with such sympathy. It is no surprise, however: it's typical of how they behave. I would call it moral depravity on the part of BBC, CNN, and the rest.

And it is criminal how this psychological sickness - the world is going to end soon, kids, because of our climate sins - is laid upon children, rendering them ill with anxiety. This I find really awful, disgusting. Still, I have a weird view of education. I think it should be teaching children how to think, not what to think.

There is something that I have noticed. A good many 'climate change sceptics' and 'climate realists' are people who love nature, the natural world. They have a real feeling for it, are connected with it, and are cognisant of the ways in which the natural world works. These are the people who, the global warming narrative tries to inform us, are out to destroy the world.

Conversely, many - though certainly not all - climate alarmists are predominantly urban creatures, who enjoy little real contact with nature and its cycles and rhythms. They live in flats in towns and cities, coming out from time-to-time to protest in the city streets. For them, nature is a little bit abstract. It manifests in theories about CO2, dodgy graphs and other forms of data, and as something very hot and scary, which is about to consume us all any minute now. Nature is an idea, rather than a living, breathing, and eternally dying, thing.

Tony Heller is one of those climate sceptics or realists who truly love the natural world. His being is embedded in nature, it is obvious. He is a guy who is sensitive to how it all works. He understands that Shiva is not an enemy to be avoided or overcome. Shiva is part of the process, an essential part. He need be no enemy, but a friend, whose effects can actually be beneficial. Below is a short and beautiful video from Tony Heller which illustrates the point.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ByawpqOPPM   

Sargon

I don't go along with everything that Sargon of Akkad has to say - on YouTube, Bitchute, and elsewhere. This is not surprising, since I don't go along with everything that anybody has to say, including myself at regular intervals. He is generally a clear thinker, however, which is a real boon among the hysteria and irrational nonsense that predominate 'out there' nowadays. He also has a sense of humour, and is unashamedly English. He appeals to me personally especially as a champion of Free Speech as a prerequisite for a healthy society.

I offer you two recent short videos of his, both of which provide interesting angles on important topics for today.  

Equality: www.youtube.com/watch?v=32O4-mf-QHA

Freedom of Speech: www.youtube.com/watch?v=aUuQlCRyioE

Let there be light....

Part One

Energy is infinite. It is only as it 'descends', taking on the guise of gross material form, that it appears otherwise. Here, in its material form, it presents as apparently discrete separate entities, like trees, animals, tables, human beings. It is here that it undergoes that process referred to in Buddhism as birth, old age, sickness, and death. Or communicated more mythologically in Hinduism by its three great gods of creation (Brahma), preservation(Vishnu) and destruction(Shiva). It is here, in our gross material forms, that we experience the illusion of energy shortage.

Imagine if I were able to somehow tap into that never-ending reservoir of infinite energy. And if I could translate that energy into something practical, something usable. I produced a little device which drew upon that reservoir of infinite energy and made its content freely available for human use. It would be a little device which could be fitted into every household and provide all their energy needs. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

Do you imagine that such a game-changing invention would be welcomed? I don't think so. Just visualise the scenario. Everybody able to provide for their own reasonable needs. Living off-grid is easy, is the norm. The population is more self-sufficient, less dependent on the system, the establishment, the state, all of those things. The individual is more able to simply get on with their life. What a nightmare this would be....

There are, of course, the energy giants, be they in oil, gas, wind, or solar. They would come up with objection upon objection to the device, which would ruin their source of great wealth and worldly influence. Institutions, be they governments or non-democratic organisations such as the EU and the UN, would be unswervingly on the side of the energy giants. Individual practical freedom is anathema to such institutions, which depend on scarifying notions such as scarcity in order to exert their control over people.

And then there would be the faux greenies, the environmental lobbies, the climate alarmists. They would hate my invention with more venom than anyone. They too rely upon scare-city for their manipulative power over people. Most of them do not wish for abundance in human life. They see the 'western way of life' as bad, wrong, sinful. They do not want human beings to have a plentiful enjoyable life at all. They demand penance for our sins; guilt to be our prime motivator. They are our modern-day fanatical puritans, with an ideology befitting a death cult. In short, they wouldn't be pressing for Greta Thunberg to be displaced as 'Time' magazine's person of the year by me with my humanity-and-the-environment-saving little device.

In truth, if I came up with such an invention, I would be ridiculed, irrational objections would flow freely, and I would probably be 'disappeared', as all-too often happens to people who have become inconvenient.

Part Two

Anybody serious about solving the 'energy crisis' would see that the current direction is hopeless. If I wanted to improve things for human beings, I would go for a total moratorium on wind farms, solar panels, all the other inefficient useless garbage hyped to be ameliorating the planet. Instead, all that money would go into seriously researching the many ideas, devices, and proto-devices that individuals have been coming up with for decades. People searching for low-cost or free energy systems: real solutions. There are plenty of them out there, but they never get a look-in - for reasons that are obvious. It just ain't gonna happen

Looking at things from a different angle, however, from a rather deeper viewpoint of life-as-consciousness, we may suggest that what human beings have got, in terms of energy options, is actually entirely appropriate. In fact it could be no other way. The messy, imperfect, finite, resources at our disposal are perfectly congruent with the state of being of the vast majority of human beings, which too is messy, imperfect, and finite. It is not metaphysically possible for such a species to embrace a dimension of energy which is vastly superior in all respects.

Put bluntly: the species as a whole ain't ready for it.

The same, I reluctantly feel, is the case with individual health. Take cancer. From the bits and pieces I have dipped into, I am confident that there exist far more effective and less painful cures for cancer than those currently on offer. 'Chop it out, burn it out, or poison it' is the motto for the practice in orthodox medicine. It is crude and brutal; sometimes it works, to the extent of giving the sufferer a satisfactorily prolonged span of life, but that is it. In the UK, it was made illegal in 1939 to make any claim for cancer cure outside of chemo, radio, and surgery. To this day, people are occasionally prosecuted for making claims. The official rubric is that the law exists in order to protect unwitting victims from charlatans, but that's not the main thing. It's a closed shop, a self-created monopoly, on 'cure' and on the physics and metaphysics of human life.

Part Three

Buried amongst the pile of pre-election words and manifestos is something about Boris Johnson intending to put a decent load of dosh into research about nuclear fusion. The idea is that this might turn out to be an efficient and effective, reliable and clean, source of energy for humanity in the future. I was heartened to read this; it is a step in the right direction. Although nuclear fusion would still entail the mobilisation of large multinational interests, it would be an immense improvement on what the 'green lobby' continues to push onto the public, in one of the greatest deceptions in our lifetime.

'Efficient and effective; reliable and clean': wind is none of these. There is no way that wind turbines can power the human planet: they simply do not produce enough energy. And when the wind fails to blow, they won't even heat a kettle. While humanity may need to eke out its existence within the waveband of the imperfect, the finite and the decaying, it does not automatically 'deserve' to be pushed to the veritable bottom of the pile with this trash, this fraudulent deception.

In more conspiratorial moments, it is tempting to see the promotion of wind as a deliberate attempt to maintain humanity in a state of scarcity - a state which engenders fear and insecurity, and which makes people easy to manipulate. Wind's hopelessness is one of its greatest attractions to those who enjoy power over others.

As for wind being 'green', 'clean', 'environmentally friendly': more total bullshit. Check out the production of some of the components to a typical turbine: areas laid to polluted waste in China, for example. And are they friendly to wildlife, something which most eco-folk hold dear to their heart, I believe? In the video linked below, Tom Harris discusses estimates from the Spanish Ornithological Society. In a 2013 study, they estimated that the number of bats and birds killed annually by turbines in Spain (they like windfarms in Spain) exceeds six million. Yes, you are reading this properly. Over six million.

Now, I accept that casualties from wind turbines are unverified and unverifiable, and this figure could be way off, or unrepresentative; the detractors will come up with their excuses and objections. But the numbers will almost certainly be way above wind industry estimates. And while birds generally get chopped up by the rotating blades, bats tend to get caught in the low pressure area created behind the blades, and as a result of the pressure difference, their lungs explode.

This is all horrendous, yet wind farms are incessantly promoted as 'good' for the environment. You rarely hear about this, do you? Funny, that. And you never come across television and mainstream eco-celebrities protesting about this. They will merrily lend their voice to some safe or trendy eco-concern. But when it comes to a point of view outside the politically righteous box, they will utter not a peep. Concerned not to lose their reputation and their job, I suppose. Fair-weather eco folk. Understandable but unimpressive. They most likely have one eye on what happened to the recently-deceased David Bellamy after he dismissed global warming as nonsense. Expressing personal opinion was not a good career move. That's the choice sometimes: your truth or your money. Take your pick.

Further links: William (Bill) Bengston's work on healing through energy is fascinating, should this area be of any interest. His book 'The Energy Cure' is an easy and good read, and there are plenty of videos out there.

For a relatively reasonable and good-natured presentation on energy for lighting and heating the house, you could check out Tom Harris here:    http://bit.ly/2tj7E0Z

Keep warm and bright, and all best wishes for 2020 and beyond!            

Learning from the Nazis

Part One: Who Were the Germans?

It's a funny thing, really. How little we know, or think to wonder, or are encouraged to discover. Take the Germans in the 1930s. There are, I suppose, reports and studies out there somewhere. But next-to nothing is said in the context of our everyday knowledge.

I'm not talking about the chiefs, the big boys: Hitler, Goebbels, Goring, and the rest. There's libraries full of work on them. Neither am I talking about the political manoeuvres which took place in 1930s Germany, leading to the establishment of the totalitarian state. No. I'm talking about the actual Germans, real people, ordinary people. Herr Manfred, the baker from Leipzig. Frau Monika from somewhere in the Ruhr - housewife and part-time secretary. Who were they? What was their life? How did they come to be who they came to be? How did they come to be part of Hitler's thing? Maybe we don't hear about it because the truth is all too revealing; too uncomfortable, too close to the bone.

I have not known very many Germans during my life. Even while teaching English language, I met few German students. Plenty from neighbouring countries: Poland, the Czech Republic and places further east. Numerous students from Latin America, especially Brazil. A steady stream of Japanese, South Korean, and increasingly Chinese. Maybe Germans learnt English well enough during their state education, and had no need to visit England to get the language.

I went to Germany recently, just briefly, to Cologne for a wedding. I have had a few German friends in passing over the years. My experience of Germans that I have seen and known has been overwhelmingly positive. They have been courteous, friendly, decent, and generally 'civilised' people. I find much to admire in them, and see their historical culture as outstandingly rich, having contributed much to what is best in western civilisation. So it is curious to know all this, and realise that the grandparents and great grandparents of today's Germans were German youth, quite possibly Hitler youth, in the 1930s.

Does this not strike you as curious? Should we not know a little about what was, and is, going on? Was it just a wayward generation of sadists and psychopaths, human butchers who have once more been succeeded by 'normal' people? I think not.

The truth is more uncomfortable. Put simply, the Germans were had. They were had by an ideology, a primarily racial ideology, which was superimposed upon people with plenty to feel miffed about in the hardships they had suffered as a result of their treatment by various other European national authorities following the First World War. They were had. And in exactly the same way people are still being had today. Ordinary folk. Exactly the same way.

Part Two: Don't Panic

Deception is the name of the game, with subsequent manipulation through playing upon people's emotions. It takes place primarily through the medium of belief systems, of ideology. This is the archontic principle at work, if you want to think in that way. To employ Gnostic terminology, infection by ideology leads the individual or the mass group deeper and deeper into error, until this eventually morphs into something else: 'evil' it may be called; or we could equally talk of 'madness'.

In the case of the Germans, the ideological virus revolved around the racial superiority of the Aryan peoples. Today's mass manipulators may be less physically brutal, but their influence is scarcely less brutalising. And today's manipulation seems to take two main forms: climate alarmism and politically correct 'thinking'.

Climate. Let's take a whistle-stop tour of the process of ideation through recent time.

Notion one: climate change. Can't argue with that one. Flux is the way that things work in this universe, so climate change is a no-brainer. Climate changes, always has done, always will.

A few minute's homework reveals that sometimes it changes slowly, sometimes quickly, dramatically, even. So when older people declare with fear and apprehension that "We don't get winters like we used to", this is not a statement about fossil fuels - they have been conditioned to think so, though - but a statement about inevitability, and one with which one can sit totally at ease.

Notion two: global warming induced by human activity. A bit of basic Buddhist philosophy comes in handy here. Everything is connected, we are told; everything affects everything else. Hence, another no-brainer: human activity will affect the climate. So will the activity of slugs. As for the 'warming' bit, there is most likely some degree of warming effect. Most people who have studied it properly will agree on this. But by how much, I suggest, is impossible to know.

'Climate change' and 'global warming' clearly failed to freak out enough people. Then someone came up with a solution: 'climate emergency'. Reason now goes out the window. The aim becomes to panic and terrify enough people, especially impressionable young people, to allow the archons full access to their confused minds. Hysteria would become the norm, as people completely lost their mind.

'Emergency' is a word that I would use for big earthquakes and severe heart attacks. This is the kind of infarction that the pushers of climate emergency are trying to induce. Suddenly everyone is declaring climate emergency; most of these people know next-to-nothing about the reality of the situation.

There is a video clip somewhere of Ursula von der Leyen. You may or may not know who she is. You should do. She is the new European Commissioner, and one of the most powerful and influential people in Europe. One of her first acts was to preside over a meeting where 'climate emergency' is declared  for Europe. She can be seen gleefully announcing the results of the vote.

If you watch some climate emergency fanatics, they have indeed been rendered mad. They speak, not from their own mind, but from somewhere else. They have been subjected to such an emotional onslaught that they have collapsed as rational beings altogether. They have been taken over by an idea, by a delusion. A delusion that tells them that the situation is so grave, so serious, so urgent, that whatever is needed to remedy it has to be done, even if that means destroying democracy, running other people's lives for them, and so on.

Part Three: Careful What You Say

And then we have the virus of political correctness. This works by latching onto well-meaning but vague and unexamined feelings of fairness, equality, and justice, then twisting them mercilessly until they become the exact opposite of what the person having these ideas thinks they are. It homes in on various groups of people, which are called 'minorities', and which need special attention because they are always getting exploited.

This virus is essentially a thought-control virus. Through its proper application, anybody who happens to disagree with you can be publicly humiliated, silenced, or otherwise dealt with. This virus has been known to ruin families, livelihoods, reputations. It is especially used these days to get people who you disagree with thrown off major social media platforms.

Since you probably can't deal with them through rational means, this is extremely effective. If you can manage to sling an ad hominem insult at a person ending in '...ist' or '....phobe' you've likely got them wrapped up. You can even call them a Nazi.  Whether they really are one of these '....ist' or '....phobe' people is not relevant: there will be enough people out there who have been infected by the same virus, or are too afraid to speak up in case they are likewise accused, that the tactic is likely to succeed.

Like climate emergency, political correctness can manifest as a kind of madness. People under its dark spell become demented, incapable of proper thinking. Recently I had the misfortune to watch ten minutes of an 'interview' by Andrew Marr of Boris Johnson. It wasn't an interview at all, but consisted of an uncontrollably livid Marr interrupting and shouting down Johnson whenever he tried to answer a question. It was unwise behaviour for a person who has already experienced a stroke, I thought. Anyhow….

At one point Marr brought up a quotation that the Prime Minister had made, many years ago I suppose, in which he commented on how the Koran is not necessarily the book of peace that some people make it out to be. Marr then demonstrated the mad deception of political correctness by insinuating that therefore Johnson was being Islamophobic. Commenting on, or criticising, the Koran is not Islamophobia, which is a prejudice, a preconceived bias, against Islam. No, it's simply an opinion. But this is how it works, the confusion, the conflation. It's how you try to get the Prime Minister to appear as a nasty intolerant bigot. It's how the madness aims to shut up critics, and usher in a state far worse than anything conceived in '1984'.

As an aside: Quoting what somebody has said, probably years ago, to condemn them, is a low trick, one that we shouldn't fall for. Anybody worth their salt has said many things in their life, and if they are a normal fallible human being these things are not always consistent. You can do it with almost everybody. I wouldn't normally stoop so low, but hey it's winter and dark, so here goes....

Let's quote Andrew Marr back at himself. Here's what he had to say, quoted in David Sedgwick's book on the BBC: "And the final answer, frankly, is the vigorous use of state power to coerce and repress ….. I firmly believe that repression can be a great, civilising instrument for good. Stamp hard on certain 'natural beliefs' for long enough and you can almost kill them off."

Nice guy, that Andrew.

Part Four: Don't be Fooled

So what have we seen on this little ramble through the madness and deception of human beings? Well, that's what we have seen. Humans are susceptible to being had, to being deceived, especially through the medium of ideologies and belief systems. Through these they are rendered crazy, they are like putty in the hands of the unscrupulous. This is true in modern times just as it was in 1930s Germany. The methods are the same. It's a large part of how the world 'works' (or malfunctions).

There is one more thing. I am reminded of what Don Juan says to Carlos Castaneda about the flyers, his mind-warping equivalent of the archons, the agents of deception. "The predators' mind is baroque, contradictory, morose, filled with the fear of being discovered any minute now." And this is the nub - or at least one nub. Nazi ideology, climate panic, political correctness: they are all built on lies, untruths, or occasional half-truths at best. They are not real; they are fabricated deceptions, and their makers live in constant fear of being found out. That's why they're so keen to police the internet, it's touch-and-go for them.

And a lie requires extraordinary energy to be maintained. Just imagine how much effort goes into keeping these deceptions alive, every day, it's completely relentless. In the worlds of politics, bureaucracies international, national, and local, the media, the schools. It needs constant input of energy, to keep the lies going. An untruth is an untruth, and it cannot sustain itself forever against the fragments of intelligence remaining among human beings. In the end it cannot win, it cannot win....

Photos: Top: Weekly market at Freiburg, Germany, 1930 (alamy stock photo)
             Centre: Glasgow in 20 years time according to modern theories
             Bottom: Ursula von der Leye                

And a couple of video clips to go along with the writing. First up, Naomi Seibt. Unlike St Greta, she is a smart girl, a good model for young people in her independent and intelligent thinking. We could do with a few more young people like Naomi. Second is another great presentation from Tony Heller. Here he demonstrates one way in which data fraud, misleading and manipulating people under the guise of 'science', takes place.
 
www.youtube.com/watch?v=v8dXpe1Pp6Q

www.youtube.com/watch?v=8455KEDitpU  

Another Week in the Vortex....

Part One: Ever Been Had?

It was not one of my more glorious moments. With the festive season fast approaching, I decided I might bring cheer to family and friends by producing some home-made Christmas cards. Being a topical, on-the-ball kind of guy, I thought I would choose as subject of my creations the divine child herself, Greta Thunberg. I would find a scary picture of her - not difficult - and frame it with the immortal words from Handel and Isaiah "For Unto Us a Child Is Born". I could just see my friends sitting down to their Christmas nut roast and Christmas pudding with vegan custard, all the while gazing in adoration at our new young modern saviour.

By now I was on a roll. At the local branch of Waterstones I spied a pile of slim volumes by the till: 'Greta Thunberg: Nobody is too small to make a difference". I would enchant my friends with my own Christmas gift, a sequel: "Greta: Nobody is too small to be a nuisance".

That night I had a dream. I was in conversation with Gordon Brown - remember him? I had never dreamed of Gordon Brown before, but here we were, discussing all manner of subject. Near the end he paused, looked me straight in the eye and, summoning his finest Scottish gravitas, uttered the words "Greta Thunberg is evil. She wants to rule the world."

How many people still go along with the Greta guff, I do not know. Anybody who does so must live a life of extreme denial. The credibility of this little evangelist is currently roughly zero. You don't have to be a mastermind to check out a few background details. Her parents, her relatives going back a little further. Her group, her 'team'. These are not ordinary Swedes pursuing ordinary pursuits....

It was when I saw the book that I realised: Greta has become a brand, a bit like Nike or Kentucky Fried Chicken. People think she's a good sale. I don't know how true that is, and I take a certain dark delight in reading about the increasing number of cases of 'Get Woke, Go Broke' in the business world. 'Woke' is 100% Orwellian newspeak. People who are 'woke' are in reality deeply asleep.

For a different take on 'climate change', from outside the globalist bubble, visit:

realclimatescience.com

Part Two: Who is the Problem?

And then there is Prince Andrew. And Emily Maitlis. I watched about four minutes of the interview: enough to get the drift, which was as expected.

The aftermath has been a near-unanimity in the lamestream media, of criticism and general pulling-to-pieces of the Prince. Any such solidarity amongst the criminals of media immediately attracts suspicion, but there we go. The question remains, though: who is the problem? Prince Andrew or Emily Maitlis? Who is the problem, really? And the answer turns out to be: Emily Maitlis.

It's not necessarily Emily Maitlis the person, though I wouldn't wish to have dinner with her. It's the web, the matrix, rotten to the core with the BBC a bitter black pip near the middle, of which she is one small but effective part. Concerns about David Icke-ian royal reptilian bloodlines aside, Prince Andrew would seem a bit of a sideshow to the overall 'programme' of modern times. Maitlis, on the other hand, is right in there, promulgating the stinking agenda to the masses.

Dig a little deeper, and they are revealed as players for the same team. Prince Andrew is probably dimly aware of this; Maitlis, on the other, has been well-trained within a little box, and will not know. Instead, she will wag her pen at you repeatedly should you make such a suggestion.

It's a funny thing, the Epstein case. Actually, it's not very funny at all. It unwinds in precisely the way that things do in the puritan-flecked control matrix which holds northern Europe and North America in its thrall. Epstein's real crime was that he was caught, and with nothing much left to lose, he was liable to spill all sorts of beans. Completely dispensable, a wealthy pimp for the rich and infamous, that's all.

And his 'suicide'? Andrew and Maitlis both referred to his 'suicide' as if it were a given fact, on the principle of 'tell a lie frequently enough, and it becomes a truth in the minds of sufficient people.' Epstein's suicide is about as likely as is Scotland winning the next football World Cup. For some uncanny reason, the word 'scapegoat' comes to mind. Even Prince Andrew has become a bit of a scapegoat. Turn somebody into a really bad guy - particularly easy when they have conveniently just dropped dead - and the rest of the stink can get on with their lives as if nothing ever really happened.

Part Three: the Burning House

"Flee the burning building, just leave. The whole world is a burning world, with everyone trying to keep their beliefs carefully in place as they cannot see the flames around them...….. Just go."

We've all been there. A new quote saying the same old thing in just-so-slightly different a way. "Yeah, yeah, yeah" you sigh wearily. "OK. Er, shall we have a cup of tea?"

You've come across the same sentiment forty nine times. It sounds nice and true, but water off a duck's back. Then you encounter it for the fiftieth time, and your world proceeds to collapse.

Such was the case with the quotation above, from one of my 'kundalini-energy' sources. The writer had been spoken to thus by a voice, I would say; he terms it his essential energy speaking. I'd come across the image long ago, and had read this piece on his website before. But I revisited, and suddenly, unexpectedly, it hit me.

Fleeing the burning building may well be the name of the game, but I have a propensity for leaving a couple of toes in the fire. Something in me is reluctant to really leave, as if there remains a vestigial belief that the fire is where it's at, where the real action is. The doubt also arises in my mind as to how to relate to the burning building if you have truly left it; an illogical doubt, since that question can only be answered once you have succeeded in escaping, when all will reveal itself organically.

A couple of mornings afterwards I awoke in an unusual mood (for me, anyway). Everything seemed rather amusing, like a bizarre game, or a comi-grotesque theatre intended to fool me, but which was not succeeding at this moment. The antics of the building's inhabitants - Maitlis, Andrew, Democrats, Republicans, Donald Tusk, St Greta, you name them - failed to touch me, aside from arousing a faintly amused quizzical response. It was as if I was able to watch the matrix, the control system, the agenda, call it what you will, from outside, and see it for what it is. A false construct, aimed at soul entrapment. Yes, it needs to be fled, for your very life. "Just go."  

Photo: Eyeballs Studio        

Reptilians and the Like: the Verdict

Part One

There are plenty of people who go in for crime and criminals. They like nothing better than to curl up of a damp late autumn evening in front of the fire with a murder mystery, or a good old-fashioned whodunnit.

I fail to count myself as one of this number. I am surrounded by enough nefariousness as it is, in the 'normal' world, without going to seek it out still more. There is, however, one - and one only - story of crime which provides, for me, unyielding fascination. Operation Julie.

'Operation Julie' is the name given to what was then the biggest drug bust in the history of the UK. It involved multiple regional police forces engaging in an unprecedented co-operative venture. Following several years of undercover operations, involving surveillance, fact-gathering, and the rest, they swooped in tandem. "At exactly 5am on 26 March 1977, over 800 police officers drawn from 16 police forces and 6 regional crime squads raided 83 locations in England and Wales." (Albion Dreaming, Andy Roberts).

The object of this massive police operation was not a ring of heroin traffickers, or dealers of any other lethal drug, responsible for scores of early deaths and the ruin of far more lives and families. No. It was bunch of psychedelic enthusiasts, some of whom were idealistically motivated in the belief that their product might help make the world a better place. A telling reality: we see clearly who the true enemies of the established order are....

One thing which has always struck me when reading about the Operation Julie sting is how the entire thing was organised. "The (police) team quickly worked out the distribution chain was set up on the lines of a terrorist cell, which meant that each person in the chain only knew the one below and above him or her." (Andy Roberts again).

This is the way that a criminal organisation, or any organisation dedicated to secrecy as to its workings, will work. You are a tiny cog in a big machine arranged in a pyramidic hierarchical fashion. And that's all you know; the rest remains secret.

This was certainly true when it came to Operation Julie acid. I was one of the thousands of people in the mid-1970s who had the fortune to partake, and to feel that life was indeed better as a result. History has demonstrated that Operation Julie LSD was exceptional in quality; we didn't just imagine it. But where it all came from, nobody knew. There were vague rumours, but that is all. The microdots and pyramids just turned up as if by magic, one day in town or in the middle of a free festival.

So if a bunch of psychedelic chemists and distributors could set themselves up in this way, and move vast amounts of acid around the globe clandestinely for a number of years, imagine how anybody of real criminal mind could establish themselves. They won't be giving away their identities or whereabouts easily at all.

Which brings us to reptilians. And archons. And any other kind of non-human entity that may be purported to have an unwelcome hand in human affairs. If psychedelic chemists could keep their whereabouts secret through a pyramid structure, imagine how easy that is for those with proper criminal intent. Reptilians, Illuminati, and the rest. It's a common objection, isn't it? 'I have never seen a reptilian. They have never shown themselves to me. I have never seen one, therefore they don't exist.'

The thing is that, were reptilians to be surreptitiously dabbling in human affairs, they would hardly be likely to announce their existence to all and sundry. Not exactly a clever move. They may indeed be showing up on Question Time with Fiona Bruce, but they won't be telling you, or her, that. 'Hello, I am a reptilian, and I am controlling your lives without your realising it.' No, it wouldn't work. Nefarious activity needs to take place behind the scenes, and in disguise. What's more, announce yourself as a reptilian and you won't get an invite back from the BBC.

So this point of view is as ridiculous as that of people who claim that homeopathy doesn't work because they can't see how it can work. Or medical professionals, who assert that kundalini doesn't exist, because they can't measure it with their instruments. It says more about their own limited perceptions and personal hubris than anything very objective.

I shall take a similar approach to the notion that humans are essentially farmed by non-human, other dimensional, ultra-terrestrial beings. The purpose being to feed off the energy created by their delusional minds. Just as we live on organic material, so do these beings live on energy of a different frequency, specifically mental energy which is not in tune with reality. It sounds crazy and impossible, I know. Beyond our belief. But then, should you tell a cow what its purpose is, and its fate, it will give you one of those bemused bovine looks and just say "C'mon dude, you gotta be kidding."

Moo.....

Part Two

Reptilians are not the same as archons. Reptilians and annunaki are near the top of the tree, the apex of human affairs. They are to be considered as masters, if not of the universe, then of the universe of humans. Archons, on the other hand, are minions. They are in the service of the Demiurge, the false god, according to some of the Gnostic tracts. The Demiurge is the one who pretends to be the big boss, the creator of all; but he isn't. The task of the archons is to confuse and confound ordinary humanity, so that it remains divorced from its true nature, and continues to  believe in the lies perpetuated by the false god.

Archons are not masters of the universe, but they are masters of mindfuck. They are able to get inside the minds of human beings and lead them away from authenticity, from the signal of clear, direct reality, if you will. Deception and simulation are two of their most effective strategies; conversely, one of the prime tasks of the serious spiritual aspirant is to counter the infective influence of the archons. 'To be authentic' means 'to be free of the archons'.

Human consciousness appears to manifest in three distinctive modes. First up, borrowing from the Buddhist tradition then twisting a little, is the nirvanic mode. Consciousness as pure, infinite, untrammelled. Loving, blissful, beyond concepts, the bell and vajra in unison, Shiva and Shakti in eternal embrace, the One and the Two as inseparable.

Second, there is samsaric consciousness. Based in ignorance, delusion, stubbornly dualistic. It may manifest in everyday silliness, petty jealousies, trivial preferences and attachments. Or it may show itself in far more serious matters: abuse and misuse, assaults, thefts, rapes, murders, and a catalogue of other harmful behaviours.

Exoteric Buddhism describes pretty well these nirvanic and samsaric modes and trends; there is, however, a third mode which, to my knowledge, it falls silent upon. This is archontic consciousness.

While arguably a part of samsara, nevertheless archontic consciousness comes laden with a very distinct flavour to its delusion and madness. It exists outside/above/beyond/below the everyday samsaric mind. It is the root of what we may term real evilness, which may result in mass tortures, genocide, the real extremes of horror, especially collective horror.

The essence of archontic consciousness is to be found in fixed belief systems, rigidly-held dogmas, ideologies. It is these which fuel the great horrors of history - as well as 'causes' which may be held up as good and virtuous, while in reality they serve to turn humans into robotic slaves (think 'globalism', pseudo-egalitarianism, global climate emergency, for starters....).

The archontic infection is designed to distance the human being from its uniqueness, its magic and wonder, its spiritual possibilities. It is intended to keep us blind, to maintain us in the dark. It doesn't matter whether the ideology is 'good' or 'bad', totally delusional or based in some kind of truth. The important thing is that it is ideology, which distracts from seeing things as they truly are.

With a little practice, you can recognise the archontic infection as it manifests in human affairs. Being ideology, applicable to all, it will typically present itself in the form of some type of 'collectivity': a universal belief or truth. The person taken over by the archontic infection will talk - or very often rant and rave - in a way which does not really come from themself. It is not their own voice speaking; it is as if they have been taken over.

The archontic consciousness can be detected at work in some of the more extreme Extinction Rebellion people as they spread hysteria about the imminent demise of all life on the Planet. It is not their own mind speaking; it is something else, which has got inside them. It is as if they have been taken over by a foreign entity, or foreign installation, as Castaneda described the phenomenon. You can also see it in some arch anti-Brexit Remainers. Something has taken them over; they have become mad.

Part Three

And the verdict: I don't know. I write about many things, express many ideas, on this blog, but there are not an awful lot of things which I truly know.

I tend to be more doubtful about the reptilians and similar. The mythology of the annunaki is part of Sumerian creation mythology. Whether these ancient people intended it to be taken literally, or whether they even thought in terms of 'fact versus fiction' at all, is suspect. I give more credibility to archon theory. Gnostics were, or at least some of them were, authentic visionaries and mystics, well-versed in other dimensional realities. Their notions about the archons do at least point up the incredible anomaly at work within the world of human affairs, the anomaly that Don Juan expresses so clearly in a quote reprinted below. And it is an anomaly highlighted suspiciously rarely in the so-called learned works of human cultures and civilisations.

The archons can be taken literally, or they can be read as metaphors. Even if understood metaphorically, the effect is similar, and devastating. They represent the 'foreign installation', that of fixed beliefs, ideologies (in modern times, think 'political correctness' and 'climate alarmism' as examples), which make people ugly, dangerous, and crazy.

Some of the best and most powerful writing on archon-type entities comes from Carlos Castaneda, in his final book, 'The Active Side of Infinity', which also ranks among his finest. In the chapter 'Mud Shadows', Don Juan describes with devastating clarity and precision to the hapless and increasingly terrified Carlos the activity of the flyers. These are inorganic beings who have much in common with the archons as envisaged by some of the ancient Gnostics. I close with a few quotes about the flyers from the voice of Don Juan:

"They (the sorcerers of ancient Mexico) discovered that we have a companion for life. 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. If we want to protest, it suppresses our protest. If we want to act independently, it demands that we don't do so."

"They took over because we are food for them...… Just as we rear chickens in chicken coops, gallineros, the predators rear us in human coops, humaneros. Therefore, their food is always available to them."

"I want to appeal to your analytical mind..... Think for a moment, and tell me how you would explain the contradiction between the intelligence of man the engineer and the stupidity of his systems of beliefs, our ideas of good and evil, our social mores."

"They gave us their mind! Do you hear me? The predators gave us their mind, which becomes our mind. The predators' mind is baroque, contradictory, morose, filled with the fear of being discovered any minute now."

That's it for now. Time for a cup of tea...….