Monday, December 12, 2011

MUST READ...

This is a very long post.
It will get somewhere you may need to go, so please be patient.
Paths to interesting places sometimes meander.
If I focus on what I can hear.......
A man hammering something somewhere up above in the village.....
Another hammering a way off, or perhaps beating a rug....
A small dog yapping at something....
The soft patter as I type....
A bee possibly hidden somewhere in the Jasmine, still flowering as it has done since March...

From the rough herb filled area down towards the sea the bleating of sheep and the clank and tinkle of their bells....

More bees, a steady humming now...
The whir of the laptop fan.

It's a still, warm day, the sea flat and calm, friends have set out for the Two Islands to fish and hunt rabbits and camp and barbecue and drink beer and smoke long cigarettes and talk and laugh.
Wish I'd gone.

A cockerel crowing from one of the many chicken pens down in the area where the village grows its vegetables. People have grown their vegetables there for thousands of years.
I kid you not.

The rapid whir of the beating wings of a small bird, its dull brown and green feathering making it near invisible as it flits through the lemon tree and the old vine.

Such is the soundscape of this reality.

I can't hear the Minoans chatting and exchanging banter and gossip, though 4,000 years ago they might well have been sitting here all around where I'm sitting now, enjoying the day's warm sun, contemplating a night full of stars and the bright Autumn moon waltzing with the planets across the dance floor of the sky.

The Minoan's reality and mine occupy the same physical space.
Why can't I hear them?
Why can't I see them?
And if by some quirk of fate over the vastness of the time difference we share a genetic link, why can't I remember them, their every word and movement and thought and emotion and experience?
The human brain has the capacity for such recall.
DNA has the space available for such data.
We've simply, somewhere and somehow, lost the key.
Lost the password.

Access Denied.

That's the Holy Grail.

And I suspect that someone, somewhere, knows where it is, that nugget of information, that piece of science, that password.

And if you are sentient, if you have somehow avoided the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune and survived to this day with a mind not corralled by chemical coshes and debt and fear and the ridiculous farce of the current reality you will realise that the truth, that thing we seek, is so hidden that we may never find it, even if humanity at last seizes control of its destiny and steps into its own light.
To find this enigmatic thing called truth could take a thousand lifetimes and more.
Maybe it has already.

As we go digging deeper and deeper down the rabbit holes of deception, seeking endlessly for the secret, the answer, following a thousand thousand scents, a miasma of deception, on and on and on, still it may be denied us.

This internet aids the obfuscation, serves as the hare laying everywhere false scents.
Perhaps that is why it was created.

No, that IS why it was created, to furnish us with a million paths to follow leading nowhere near the thing we seek: enlightenment.

Between us all we have some of the truth, and each piece of the jigsaw serves only to divide us, to send us tumbling and rolling and careering down different paths, each step we take serving to convince us more of our truth, and therefore divide us further from their truth, the other seekers.

And so again we are enfeebled by division.

Made to be incapable of the conception of unity, unless somehow and from somewhere some great leader emerges that ties us together.....?

It is in such a state of consciousness that we are at our most vulnerable, for history and experience show us that humanity ever seeks the certainty that comes from following, rather than the uncertainty of leading.
Baaa.
Baaaa.
Bleat, clank, tinkle.

And of course that leadership is planned for us.
As the “revolutions” and “occupations” and “wars” and “terrorist attacks” and “debt” and “international crises” accelerate so we will plunge into further chaos, so we will be readied for our new saviour.

The mind controllers have been preparing humanity for the next great shift, before perchance we stumble by accident upon the password. They are spreading the discord and chaos and fear even among the sentient and perhaps especially amongst the sentient.....

For I guess it is the sentient at whom will be targeted the new leader and his cadre of wise men.
The new agers, the truth seekers and their champions acting as John the Baptists for the new great mystery.

If you have the time you can look back and see how it has been so carefully crafted.
The truth seekers and the sentient will step into the vast trap that has been prepared, thinking they are destroying the world order and instead becoming the world order.
The new world order.

And for that to be true, then we should right soon see a leader emerging.

Bringing HOPE to a sundered world.

And I guess coming in a blaze of glory and signs.
I hope that through it you might see more clearly what is happening to our species, which hands are shaping the future, what that future will be like if we continue to allow ourselves to fall for this grand deception.
If you have read my blog for a while you will know that I believe humanity must reshape the very nature of the reality in which we currently exist, that we must shed the structures that form the control pyramid and step into a new future of our own design. Ideas like money, religion, nations, tribes, politics, forms of government, work, education, the substance of what we think of as knowledge, law, history, medicine, these and many more elements of the structure of our current world must be re-examined, cast aside if found unworthy of a world built upon the founding principles of love, of doing no harm, of building a lasting and beautiful future for our species.
In short, we must “Start Again”, create a new beginning and build upon that beginning with a shared desire to improve the lives of all of our family, creating a world of beauty, free of fear, free of slavery in its many guises, free of ugliness and perversion of the spirit, a world worthy of our inheritance of this amazing planet. We must step into that new future together, right soon, or else face the cataclysm that we see unfolding day by day and that I have been foretelling for some years.

These desires, these yearnings for a different way of being lie at the core of each of us and our master understands this, knew that as our number increased we would communicate this to each other, knew that our number could not be denied were we ever to understand our power and see our own nobility behind the awful facade of the reality our master has built for us, layer upon layer of bitterness and anger and stupidity, layer upon layer of structure that we, like unthinking ants, maintain and force feed to each other.
Knowing this day would come, our master and his servants have laid long and intricate strategies to seize the initiative, to lead us where we think we want to go. It is the final battle for them. Most of US don't even know we are fighting it.
Part of this strategy has been to organise the opposition, to set up a thousand organisations that speak of love, that speak of sharing, that speak of a new way of being, that speak of a world without money, that speak of a new spirituality, a new consciousness. Within all of this, at every turn, we see the worm of the old world festering and infecting the new wholesomeness. From Zeitgeist to Icke and almost everything everywhere you can see and read you will find the shadow of lucifer, the maggot of the old way chewing into the flesh of the new..
The faux revolutions, the occupy “movement”, the leading “truth” sites, all are servants of the evil. Apparently at times alongside or leading, apparently at times opposing you will find the religious snake oil salesmen, the Whites of this world, preserving the ridiculous fantasies of book lore.

So clever is this strategy that few can see through it, few can accept that they are being duped, cannot believe that the thoughts they have taken from their favoured apostles of the new world and woven thread by thread into the fabric of their lives and have explained with patience to their friends have been given them by the very enemy they despise.

You will know that lucifer is behind the united nations, that his new proto-world-government sits there awaiting the chaos being manufactured.
Within a year I guess the world will be crying out for salvation, and the UN will be pleaded with to help us poor human beings to end the catastrophies that surmount us...

Here's a link that shows the link of the master's poodle new government to the “occupy” movement so featured on the main stream media.
http://lalternativaitalia.blogspot.com/2011/10/lucis-trust-behind-occupy-wall-street.html
More interestingly, I now give you the latest from “Share International”, an organisation born of the United Nation's Lucis (Lucifer) Trust.
Hopefully you will see what I've been rambling on about, see more clearly the strategy, understand what it is we need to do...........:
Extract from Share International's website:

Future modes of living – a compilation

We present a selection of quotations on the theme of ‘Future modes of living’ from Maitreya (Messages from Maitreya the Christ), Benjamin Creme’s Master (A Master Speaks), and Benjamin Creme’s writings.

An entirely new possibility of social relationship opens up for humanity. As man stands on the threshold of the Aquarian experience, altogether new levels of awareness will manifest themselves in this coming time. This will lead to the creation of new forms through which man can express his growing sense of the interrelatedness of all things.
At first, these new structures will be slow to form as man carefully finds his way out of the present morass; but, gradually, a fresh impetus to change will be given by the Masters forming the first group of the externalizing Hierarchy. New ideas will sweep across the world, relating men to each other in a new way, and a new approach to social living will begin....
To begin with, massive aid for the poorer areas of the world must be given the highest priority to alleviate the suffering of many millions. The redistribution of the world’s resources according to need should then proceed until a more equitable balance is achieved. This will take two to three years to implement. Concurrently, a far-reaching programme of education must be inaugurated to deal with the growing problems of unemployment and the ever-increasing demands for a correct and more creative use of leisure. A gradual restructuring of society will take place with the minimum of cleavage; men’s hopes of a society based on sharing and love will gradually be fulfilled, and the new era will guarantee to each his rightful place. (Benjamin Creme’s Master, from ‘A new approach to social living’)

The return of Maitreya and the Hierarchy will show men that there is a way out of their problems, and that when we take the first steps and change the direction of our political, economic and social life, we have the possibility of building a civilization greater and more spiritual than the world has known.
For the poor, undernourished and exploited masses of the world, the return of Maitreya and Hierarchy will be the beginning of true living. For the first time in recorded history, the produce of the world will be shared among all men. For the advanced, developed nations of the West, that third of the world which today grabs, exploits and wastes most of the food, raw materials and the energy of the world, a new experience – the “wilderness experience” – will become necessary. We will have to learn to live more simply. But the Masters will show that it is possible to live a simpler life, a happier life, when the wherewithal of that life is shared with all men everywhere. (Benjamin Creme, Reappearance of the Christ and the Masters of Wisdom)

All that I say tonight pertains to the creation of a new living structure for mankind. A new civilization must be built on the ruins of the old. That which is precious and worth preserving will be so preserved, but all that hinders the manifestation of man’s true greatness must be discarded. A time is coming, My friends, when you will see around you cities of beauty, glowing creations of Love, and all the manifestation of man’s dreams of himself as God. Thus will it be. (Maitreya, from Message No.58)

That men will choose for life and further progress is Our earnest hope and expectation. That they will awaken to the folly of their present modes of living is Our heartfelt desire. Our task is but to advise and guide; on humanity alone falls the choice of direction.

Many may imagine that this choice will be an easy one to make but this could well be otherwise: men fear change above all else and suffer needless pain in its avoidance. Nevertheless, the stringencies of the time will focus their attention on the new priorities and galvanize to action a myriad hearts. Soon, the overwhelming mass of men will recognize the need for drastic transformation and an end to the outmoded institutions of today.
Men will begin to breathe more freely, joy and hope will spur them on to experiment with new forms and structures, and from the present chaos will arise a new harmony. (Benjamin Creme’s Master, from ‘Humanity must choose’)

Advice and guidance will be man’s for the asking but men must be prepared to change the present modes of living to ensure the planet’s future and the future of their children. The resources of the Earth are finite but with good husbandry and sharing, adequate for the needs of all.
Men must, therefore, redefine these needs, and enter into a new and truer understanding of the meaning and the purpose of their lives. This will come when a measure, even, of sharing has replaced the present destructive competition, and led man away from the precipice edge. (Benjamin Creme’s Master, from ‘The choice is man’s’)

Each nation will be asked to draw up an inventory of all that it possesses and all that it needs and this will be made over to the United Nations. All goods and all produce will have to be made over. I say “have to”; it is up to us to endorse this. Nothing will be forced on us. But the advice of Hierarchy and Maitreya will be to do this – to make over, in trust for all men, the produce of the world – to be held by United Nations agencies in trust for all, so that no country owns anything. Then that will be distributed among all mankind according to need. This will mean for the developed third of the world an entirely new and simpler living which will be seen to be a great deal happier, for there is nothing easier to bear than something shared. (Benjamin Creme, Reappearance of the Christ and the Masters of Wisdom)

Almost imperceptibly, over the last few years, great changes have been taking place in the world which herald a new dawn, a gradual transformation of society and its structures on a scale hitherto unknown. Soon, the first outlines of the new structures will be seen. Before long, there will be set in place the initial ground-plan on which the new civilization will be built.
All of this depends on the acceptance by humanity of the principles of sharing and justice, brotherhood and love. Without such acceptance naught can save this world. For this reason, Maitreya has named these principles as the foundation of all progress for man. When you see Him, He will call for the implementation of these basic and divine concepts so that all men may live in harmony and justice for the first time. Soon, men will see that there is no alternative to sharing, that all else has failed, and with united voice will call for the restructuring of the world along more just lines. (Benjamin Creme’s Master, from ‘A new era dawns’)

I am taking you into a New Country. Close your ranks around Me and allow Me to show you the glories which await you. The framework of this future time is now constructed. The blueprint of the future becomes clearer. Let Me take you with Me into that future and clothe in radiant Light that structure. My Blessings go with you all. (Maitreya, from Message No.48)
We are all seeking balance. We are seeking unity, equilibrium, however we define it. It is that which allows us to be creative and happy. It allows the wheel to turn again and again, and create out of itself, and again out of itself, that which is created. In that way the civilization of the future will demonstrate qualities we cannot even begin to talk about. We do not have words for what we will see and know. We do not have words for the quality of that civilization. Nor for the feeling, the experience, of that relationship when all people see and experience themselves as brothers and sisters of one home, one planet. That will take people back to the experience of childhood. Home was home. Your brothers and sisters were the staff that kept you on the right track. So it will be.
We will truly depend on each other. An interdependent world will be a reality. It is today a reality, but we do not recognize the fact. In this coming time the constructions, the inventions, the extraordinary discoveries latent yet just beyond us at the present moment will become realities. We will unleash them through correct relationship, leisure, education, recognition in the world for the first time that we are souls in incarnation on a journey of exploration together, creating the artefacts of that civilization and demonstrating that we are Gods. (Benjamin Creme, The Art of Living)

We shall have to learn to live much more simply, not geared to this great mechanical civilization we have built around ourselves, especially in the industrialised West. Maitreya and the Masters will show that we can live perfectly happily, even more happily, in a much simpler way, with fewer things. But those things will be beautiful. They will be made because they are needed, and they will be made with the creativeness of man behind them, whether they are man-made or machine-made. A completely new attitude will take place in relation to work. Through the power of sound, man will build and create the artefacts of his civilization and control his environment, relating it to his real needs. (Benjamin Creme, The Reappearance of the Christ and the Masters of Wisdom)

Ours will be the task to oversee the development of the new society along paths that preserve correct balance, and naught that infringes human need will receive Our recommendation. Beauty and sense of fittingness will be the touchstone. All that is ugly, mechanical, and harmful to the human spirit will be eschewed. The aim will be to maintain, in full freedom and harmony, a right relationship between man and his environment; to ensure that every technological and scientific advance is seen as serving better man’s needs and knowing better the nature of Reality….
The time is coming when man will develop a new relation to his environment. In keeping with his sense that man, nature and God are One, he will build forms which allow him to manifest that truth. The closest contact and free interchange between all aspects of the Whole will be achieved; a sure knowledge of the meaning and purpose of life will replace the present confusion and lead to a demonstration of beauty hitherto unknown. The true, the good and the beautiful will become a reality in men’s lives. (Benjamin Creme’s Master, from ‘Life in the New Age’)

Voice of the People

Occupy Wall Street, the “American Autumn”
Occupy Wall Street, the democratic awakening inspired by the Arab Spring, and dubbed by some the “American Autumn”, began on 17 September 2011 with several hundred people from all over the United States who set up base in Zuccotti Park, a privately owned piece of land near the heart of Wall Street in New York City formerly called Liberty Plaza Park. Day after day, night after night, the loosely organized group chanted slogans and waved signs protesting social inequality, bank bailouts and corporate greed. The leaderless group transformed the park into an operations centre and made decisions by consensus in ‘general assembly’ meetings. They called themselves the “99 per cent”, a reference to the percentage of Americans who have suffered while the 1 per cent have grown richer. They received almost no media coverage at first.
Then two weeks into their ‘occupation’, with a major surge in the number of people joining the protest and a march across the Brooklyn Bridge in which 700 people were arrested, the media began taking the movement more seriously.
As more unions, including transportation workers, teachers and nurses, and community groups became involved, culminating in an October 5th march by thousands of people from the Occupy Wall Street encampment in the financial district to the courthouse in Foley Square, attention was finally paid. With all major television networks reporting and front-page coverage by the New York Times, Occupy Wall Street’s anti-greed message began to be heard.
Their official statement outlined many grievances including the perpetuation of inequality, the bailouts of giant banks with taxpayer money, the blockage of alternate forms of energy, the alliance of special interest groups with the politicians regulating them, and the purposeful dissemination of misinformation through the control of the media.
Introducing these statements they said: “As we gather together in solidarity to express a feeling of mass injustice, we must not lose sight of what brought us together. We write so that all people who feel wronged by the corporate forces of the world can know that we are your allies.
“As one people, united, we acknowledge the reality: that the future of the human race requires the co-operation of its members; that our system must protect our rights, and upon corruption of that system, it is up to the individuals to protect their own rights, and those of their neighbors; that a democratic government derives its just power from the people, but corporations do not seek consent to extract wealth from the people and the Earth; that no true democracy is attainable when the process is determined by economic power. We come to you at a time when corporations, which place profit over people, self-interest over justice, and oppression over equality, run our governments. We have peaceably assembled here, as is our right, to let these facts be known.”
Regarding the message of the protests, columnist Betsy Reed wrote in The Nation magazine, “What do these wan, angry young people want anyway? If you spend an hour or two down at Liberty Plaza, as I did with my eight-year old daughter this past weekend, it’s clear enough.” She got the point, at least: especially from the signs that read: “You should teach your kids to share.”
The movement has spread to dozens of cities across the United States. People rallied at City Hall in Los Angeles, outside the Federal Reserve Bank in Chicago, at the JP Morgan Chase bank building in Houston as well as in St Louis, Dallas, Philadelphia, and many other locations.

Democratic lawmakers have begun to embrace the Occupy Wall Street protests, with endorsements coming from Representatives from Arizona, Minnesota, Vermont, Ohio, New York and Connecticut. Said one: “The silent masses aren’t so silent anymore. They are fighting to give voice to the struggles that everyday Americans are going through.” Even President Obama said he has been monitoring the protest movement and commented that the protests show a “broad-based frustration” among Americans with the United States financial system.
It remains to be seen if the movement can channel its energy into real political power. Cornel West, American philosopher, author and Princeton University professor, seems to think they can. “We’re talking about raising political consciousness…. It’s a democratic process, it’s a non-violent process, but it is a revolution.” Perhaps as New York Times columnist Paul Krugman wrote: “If the protests goad some politicians into doing what they should have been doing all along, Occupy Wall Street will have been a smashing success.”
The enormity of the growing movement was perhaps best expressed by Katie Davison, a protester involved with the Occupy Wall Street Media Center, who has been there from the first day of the protest. In an interview with Russia Today TV, she said: “More than anything, I think that there is that feeling that this is really going to be something that could be groundbreaking, that could really change … the world.”

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So you see, my friends, how they are stealing our future yet again?
They believe that they have this thing won.
They treat us as fools, as indeed they have made most of us.
Our world is spinning in a vortex of their making and the rafts and lifeboats of hope we swim towards have their hands upon the tiller. When most of us are drowned they will be the ones rationing the water and the food to the survivors, and they intend that we should feel grateful to them for that, that indeed we should worship our “saviour”.
Or humanity will see.
And with love and care throw our new captains into the sea of oblivion, and take command of this ship ourselves.
And the universe, be in no doubt, awaits that day with joy.
For it is then, and only then, that we shall ascend.

Believe nothing, even these words.
Beware of deceivers.
Hope.
Live in love.

And still the bees are humming. A butterfly settles on the Jasmine. A mother sheep bleats a warning to its lamb. Chemtrails grey the blue.
And I can feel the Minoans gazing at me, wondering what I will do.
OLive Farmer
xxx xxx xxx

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Read and Share.

Most people cannot believe in the idea of a perfect world. They look about them at the mockery of civilisation we call home, see the greed and callousness permeating all levels of society, understand because they have been programmed so to do that humanity cannot be trusted, feel helpless to affect the reality in which they exist because they are relentlessly instructed in a myriad of ways that they are just that.
Helpless.

From the days of kings our master and its servants have understood that our tribe would increase. They foresaw our burgeoning and understood that in that growing and swelling of our kind lay the inevitability of a slaves revolt. They understood that as our numbers grew so would our genius, if only as a ratio but nevertheless. They grasped the concept that this genius would reshape the world, might even challenge the rule of the slave-master and its minions great and small.

For many thousands of years we were small in number, divided and easy prey for those that thrive on us, the parasites. Our knowledge and invention progressed as a snail progresses. By the year 1700 there was almost nothing on this earth that hadn't been there 2,000 or 10,000 years before.
Witness what has happened since then. See the world now and compare what we have devised since 1700 to that which was devised in the ten thousand years prior to that time. See how now, as our numbers grow, we share our ideas at the speed of light. See how fast the world is changing.
And what might we do in the next few years? What perhaps have we already achieved that is denied us?

It is not rocket science, this inevitability of the quickening of invention as our numbers grew. It has been foreseen and planned for for hundreds of years. Attempts have been made to stem the growth, to get us to cull each other. Those attempts continue apace. What we see of the world right now represents another of the strategies of our master, an entirely false reality built with craft and wickedness for centuries, a reality which so clouds and obfuscates our vision that we cannot even dream of a world made perfect, that we cannot believe in ourselves, that we cannot see our strength and what we are capable of, that we cannot imagine ridding ourselves of the systems that prolong our misery.

We cannot believe in our own nobility.

More than this, our master understood that a time would come when the truth of our condition would begin to be seen by some of us and that we would share that understanding, and that a tsunami of truth would be unleashed upon the world and seven billion hearts and minds would bring themselves to bear upon the problem that besets us. We would see the beast for what it is and shrug it off and with it the systems that form the bars and locks and chains of our servitude to evil and step into our own pure light.

And so long and detailed and intricate plans were implemented to subvert and mislead this great apocalypse, this great unveiling.

And if you have eyes to see, this strategy is as plain as the nose on your face.
With sadness you might also see how successful it is being.

And if you don't understand of what I speak, yet count yourself a truth-seeker, then the likelihood is that you have fallen for the deception and are already a tool in the hands of the master, doing its bidding even as you believe yourself to be battling with it.

The monster that governs our reality is a many headed monster, cunning beyond all reckoning, ancient as time, stretching vast and ordered tentacles across the globe, seemingly beyond humanity's power to destroy even though it relies upon humanity to sustain it.

Foreseeing a great surge in the tide of history, our master determined to place its hands upon the tiller and have its servants lead humanity into a new hell.
See how the eastern bloc colour revolutions have turned already to ashes in the mouths of those that took to the streets.
Witness the Arab Spring and the false green it has sprouted.
See Libya, “Occupied” and heading for further monstrous disaster.
Look anywhere you like across the globe and see change in the wind, then look deeper and see the same hands guiding that change.

Those that wielded the hammer and the sickle to rid themselves of a tyrant never believed that they were giving birth to a new, more horrible monster, gestated by the same master that birthed Hitler and Mao and countless others that furthered the control of the beast.

As I said a while back, dear truth-seeker, the New World Order is you.
Can you see it now?
Occupy something, and you do its bidding.........

The master is crumbling the edifices of its old world order, breeding resentment and hurt across the globe. It is its intention to collapse money, that great glue of its old system, believing that we would rather starve than do for nothing what we already do for money!
It might be right.
We do that now.

But I suspect, when the time comes, that our master will have underestimated us.

It has weakened and enfeebled us with its strategy, filled our glorious bodies with poisons, filled our amazing minds with fallacies, battered our souls until they lie cowering and fearful behind the protective wall of “I”, and the instinct for self-preservation makes cowards and sneaks of us all.

And yet.
There is in humanity something indomitable, something pure even within the foulest and most perverted of us. Deep down, we have not forgotten. The memories of how things should be are there within each of us no matter what stake we have in the empire of evil, no matter what power the sickness wields over us. It calls as a yearning to us now, as a shard in the mind it calls and will not be ignored.

There is a better way.

Join no movement, follow no leaders however anonymous they might be. Most if not all of the unfolding history of these greatest and foulest of times is being written by the unseen hands.
Find your inner strength.
Commune with your soul.

Humanity needs no leadership, no systems, no money, nothing but itself and the belief in a perfect world made perfect by love.
And the beginning of this new world is found within.
We just need all of us to understand.
And once we do, the nightmare will vanish overnight, will wither and starve in the face of our indifference to its systems, its servants, its rule.

And a breeze will rise across the globe, bringing the scent of true freedom to a species long enslaved, and a light will shine forth across the universe that is ours, humanity's, free at last, free at last, free at last.

And so, beware of deceivers.
The answer is within you.
And together, We Are One.

With love,
Fear nothing,
Olive Farmer
xxx
xxx
xxx

Saturday, November 26, 2011

To find Truth....

The truth is, no matter how smart or erudite or learned you are, you're still just a human being. No matter how far outside the box you are capable of thinking, no matter what insight you have, no matter what your I.Q. you are still just a human being.

You might, of course, be something other than just human, as we all might. What is the purpose of our “junk” DNA? What is going on in the trillions of brain cells that appear to have no purpose, this giant biological server housed in our cranium that busies itself with the minutiae of daily existence, the price of fish, the daily “news”, the reality TV show, the true and awesome power of this instrument never once utilised.

By anyone.
Ever.

And yet most of us realise, at least, that there's something wrong.
It's that feeling that lies at the core, the root of humanity's unhappiness.
Is this really all there is?
Surely there's something wrong with this picture?
It is the splinter in our souls.
Touch it and it hurts.

And so you search for it, this shard, for it is the only thing that lets you know that something's wrong.

And when you begin to search for the truth, once you are past the frippery that is politics, the thin gauze upon which the projection of reality is projected, the daily picture show that most believe is real you see the next fantasy screen and the new reality, as false as the first but more subtle, because you have been smart enough to poke your head through and look.

And there you will find more false trails, more red herrings, more intricately woven lies and obfuscation, the spiders' webs of deceit intricately woven across your path designed to make you believe that “THIS IS REAL”.

It ain't.

And when you poke your head through that veil you find the next screen showing another reality, a reality designed to flatter your idea of self worth, a flattery designed to weave into your consciousness the idea that you are apart, separate, different, more knowing.

This reality is heaven for the detail lover, those that pride themselves on research, those that are linguists and mathematicians and philosophers. It's Nirvana for the spiritual, the seeker for the eternal, the New Ager, those that still catch a whiff of the scent laid for them by John Lennon, the trail that leads East.

When you reach this place you will either fall into the pit and spend a lifetime trying to learn or uncover “esoteric” secrets, suffering the ignomy of being considered slightly weird by the rest of the world, or you will understand that this is just another layer.

You will need to brush past the kabbalah, the bibles and korans, the gemantria and numerology, the buddhist tales, the theosophists myths, the controlled release of ideas like the electric universe and the outpourings of quantum physicists, the esoteric.

In the same way that the simple theft of humanity's future is shrouded in an ever deepening miasma of financial jargon and faux debate about the intricacies of a mechanism called finance, about the relationships between nations and the lie called diplomacy, about the need to kill people so that we may not be killed, the vast web of deceit that makes the false reality “real” is even more intricate once you get beyond that level, even more confusing, even more tempting for the ego.

And once past there, you see magic.
And past magic you find Magick.
And past the book of Thoth and Tarot and the revoltingly appealing Crowley you see lucifer.
And then you see the great battle between good and evil, and then see it for what it is.

Past this understanding you see “god”, the universal idea, the word, the light.
And past them you see, finally,......

You.
And there you find the answer.
And you need not have gone so far, nor looked so hard, because the answer was always there.
It still is.
In you.

Seek, and you will find.
Love.
Olive xxx xxx xxx

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Free Ebooks.

I've put these words into two Pdf ebooks.

Reading them again in this way it struck me that, imperfect though they are, they are of the time.

They're free if you're broke.

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Send them to someone you like.

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It is time for rEvolution.
Love Olive.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Concepts to disseminate, a chain letter,,,,

Dear Friend,
As we scurry around our reality like ants in an ant farm so must an outside observer look upon us and wonder: What on earth are they doing?

The vast majority of us perform senseless tasks in a ever deepening spiral of frenzied and panicked effort to grasp the nirvana of “security”.

The objective for most of humanity is not the dream of luxury, the handsome manor house, the yacht, the flash car, the holiday home. For most it is simply the dream of having enough “money” to be able to contemplate a secure future, freedom from debt, a home of our own, the time and “money” with which to pursue those things we really like to do, to spend time as we wish, to commune with those we choose to, to make music and dance and talk, to make love and to love, to have peace and peace of mind.

And this dream, the outsider would quickly understand, is so easily realisable, such an obviously simple task, that the observer would be forced to conclude that there is something badly wrong with the species on this planet, some sickness of mind, some lunacy.

And just as quickly he would perceive the roots of the problem. The fiction we call money. The system that makes each of us stand alone and build from scratch a life that should be full of the inheritance of a thousand generations.

The observer would see that few of us make or repair the things we use, that few of us grow or nurture the things we eat, that few of us operate the systems we need to give us all that we need, that the vast majority are engaged in senseless tasks, each one creating a myriad of other senseless tasks for other people to attend to, and busier and busier we get shoring up the foundations of our lives, those foundations built from “money”, that “money” constantly being eroded by the storms of life, those storms engineered by the few that rule us but that we increase in force by our own efforts, unconsciously doing their bidding.

Dear friend, the beauty of the advancements we have created for ourselves these last few generations have been stolen from us. The machines we have created, the systems we have built should have gifted us a life free of obligation other than the obligation for each to do their part in making life beautiful for the whole.

There comes a time when we will realise this. We will look at the nonsensical things we do and realise that, between us, we can make life so rich for each other, so free of fear and doubt, so full of certainty and security that it will be as waking from a bad dream. Competition for resource, for a share of what we can create will be understood as the folly that it was. A new paradigm of sharing will be born.

We must grasp the concept of how easy this would be, what undreamed of benefits would quickly accrue.
Benefits like morale, energy, spirit, friendship.
Like a great sense of purpose for humanity.
Like a great will to make this place work for us.
Like a giant wave of hope.
Scouring the slate clean.

And it will be as if our eyes have been opened. And we shall see.
And Start Again.

Ignoring those things we do not any longer need, we will have peace in our world for the first time.
We will have trust.
For the first time in our family's history we will all of us be free, that freedom guaranteed by the rest of us.
We will, slowly, learn to stop harming each other.
Being without money and doing what is needed rather than what is needed to earn a living will help. Much of crime, all of the hardship is caused by money, that thing we must learn to be without. Any barter system would give rise to a system of exchange of value at some point, so rather we might find out how to give, and so how to receive, with love.
And by so doing, carefully holding hands, we show the universe what we can do.

And with what great care we would build our new institutions, our new way of being with ourselves, our new ways of dealing with each other, understanding the delicate and arduous task that awaits us, the learning, the talking.
Those that lead will be those that listen, chosen from amongst us organically. Democracy has had its day, perverted as it has been. We need a system that's incapable of corruption or rigging, or of being blown by the winds of party or pressure group or the users of people.
A system that somehow chooses those that are good of heart and full of love, free of the influences of the current reality, determined to find humanity's new reality and to build it.

This is no dream.
It is, logically, the only reality worth attaining.
Almost certainly the only choice available to us, and if we are not careful, one we might fail to grasp.

There are seven billion of us in this family.
And we all of us, rich or poor, bully or bullied, bright or dull, energetic or lazy, at the top or at the bottom should understand this:

The current reality isn't right.
It is, in fact, killing us.
Worse, it is causing us to kill each other, to distrust each other, to lose our identity trapped in the gears and cogs of a ravaging machine, powered by our own misdirected muscles and addled minds, seen through the distorted lens of the false reality.
Most of us not understanding the virus that infects our programming, the virus that has been carefully nurtured for ages, the very sorcery that is the control of the human spirit.

Look around you and see it all for what it is, understand how to starve it and send it to the recycle bin of history.

It is currently engaged in whipping up chaos and disorder amongst us, seeking to blind humanity to this new understanding, turning up the power supply to the fear machine, letting loose the dogs of war. They divide us, enrage us, whet our appetites for blood, hold us snarling and clawing at each other like pit-bulls in the pit.

The final imperial circus at the stadium of earth, wherein the beasts will fight to the death at their command.

Do you see the twitch of the whip, the barked commands, the careful pulling of levers all around you and the way the herd is being ponderously but inexorably and increasingly rapidly pushed towards who knows what self inflicted wounds?

You will recall, dear reader, how often we are made to kill each other, what skill and art and science and energy we put into the business of murdering each other at the behest of our masters.

We have cut each other before. We are cutting each other now. We have a dangerous arsenal of weapons of species annihilation and don't have control of the buttons.
These things threaten and brutalise our family. Control over them hangs a cloud of potential despair over every living soul. We must be rid of them and the dark kernel of fear they implant in each of us.
I feel better already just thinking about it.

When you have seen by whose hands we were guided, you will know how subtle is our guidance now.
This is the endgame of the great encounter.
It is one we must win.
Beware deceivers.
Fear nothing.
Pass it on. It's a chain letter.

Olive Farmer. xxx xxx xxx

Monday, November 7, 2011

Fear Nothing.



As we accelerate towards the shift together, dear reader, do you ponder the nature of reality?

It is certain that we exist in a cloud of misunderstandings, that what we understand as reality is an artifice, a confection created by those that have the mastery of knowledge and have, by theft and violence and subjugation, by a thousand stratagems over many thousands of years denied us what is our birthright: Truth.

So arcane, so esoteric is much of this truth that its control gives power and dominion over us to those few that hold it. The great light that it will bring us is swathed in dark purpling, awash with the blood of sacrifice, wrapped in the cloth of gold, bound with iron in this age of iron.

The world we think we know, the reality we are forced to endure is moment by moment reinforced by the images and word-sounds fed to our consciousness by the tools of mind control that seek to prevent our realisation of the circumstance of our imprisonment and the condition of our ignorance.

And as we approach the nadir the efforts of the masters of our reality are, as you see, multiplying exponentially.

They hope to trap us in the glare of the lights of the approaching juggernaut, deafen us with the great blare of horns, overwhelm our senses, summon fear and anger and the desire for revenge, befuddle us with the complexity and diversity of their attacks upon our world view, shatter our beliefs, prime our souls so that they may paint us any colour they like.

And the colour they like has no name.

They are being so busy because they know something is coming. They are pulling out the stops, heaping catastrophe upon catastrophe, imprinting every horror they can upon the thing we call memory, filling our consciousness with image after image of horror and sickness, brutality and filth.

Do you remember the photograph of the Vietnamese child, Napalmed and terrified?
So often repeated.

Then consider for a moment how, for those that watch their news or subscribe to their websites, what an overwhelming number of images of death and blood and horror and brutality are being daily imprinted in the memory banks of humanity by the creatures that order our reality.
And why?

Because such images, such horror, the fear that is being generated, the distrust of our fellow human beings that follows such programming masks and discolours the very soul of humanity, prevents the emergence of our higher selves, drives us like beasts into the maw of the beast.
And in such confusion, as ever before, they imagine we will respond by beating the drums of war, by stoking the flames of the ovens, by killing and maiming and raping and starving each other like the animals they have made of us.

Look around you, dear friend.
It's already happening.

And only you can stop it.

The future is created by our past experiences, dear friend, only if we allow it to be.
The hurt gifted to you by another shapes your future actions.
But only if you allow that sequence to persist.
Our controllers expect and anticipate you will follow this programming, as so many of us are doing right now as we teeter on the edge of the abyss they have driven us towards.

And only you can stop this ridiculous farrago.

Clear your mind.
Forget.
Imagine a different reality.
Step into the light.

Dear reader there are more things hidden from us than we understand but there is something within each and every one of us that is more powerful than the mirage we think of as reality and this power, this elemental force will forge a beautiful future for our kind.
It is in you.
It's called love.
And that is why you alone can change the world.
For you and I and all of creation are one, and love binds us, as we are to discover.

Fear nothing.
Be happy.
Love.

Olive Farmer xxx xxx xxx
(The picture is of Wooster, one of our rescued cats, a lovely soul I buried today who died from poisoning. He is the third to die this way this year. It may be that he ate a poisoned mouse, or that someone in our village thinks there are too many cats here and lays poisoned meat. We cannot know. Many friends have lost dogs to poison here, deliberately put down to kill stray dogs. In the scheme of things such actions are carelessly and indiscriminately evil, but pale into insignificance against the greater evils we are programmed to commit, and yet are representative of them.
It's enough, isn't it, of all that? )

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Hope...

The other day we planted some broad bean seeds.
When they germinate, throw up their first leaves, stretch their roots, we will carry them to our garden, clear a patch of earth and tease them from the seed tray, firm the soil around their tender stems, give them water and hope.
Hope one day they will feed us.
Return life to us for having nurtured them.
And we will dry the seeds we don't eat, dry them in the sun and plant them next year.
And hope.
Such is the cycle of life.
Plant a seed and care for it and hope.
If it flourishes, it will nourish us.

This blog is the seed we have planted.
Perhaps there is truth in it.
We hope, if there is, it will nourish you.
Take its seed, and plant it elsewhere.
And hope.

Monday, October 31, 2011

...let your heart beat with its rhythm....

What is the nature of this place?
A place that gives the very finest it has to offer to the very basest of its inhabitants.
A place that rewards the grand liars, the great thieves, the bullies and the murderers with riches beyond belief, with the subservience and admiration of the “people”.
A place that has, throughout history, lauded and applauded and venerated and worshipped the very worst of our kind.
A place that still does.
History books are littered with the names of these great butchers. People bowed to them then. They bow to them now.
In this place.
And so, what name would you give to a place that gives its highest authority to its vilest inhabitants?

In which place could ordinary murder be punished, yet mass, genocidal murderers be called Mister President or Your Majesty? Ordinary muggers be incarcerated yet those that rob the entire peoples of all the world's nations be rewarded with vast wealth?
These are the facts of our history.

What name would you give to a place that is constantly at war, never knows peace, organises its peoples to murder one another? That spends its wealth on oiling the wheels of the killing machines rather than curing the sick, housing the homeless, feeding the hungry?
What do you call a place that is polluted for the love of money, where the inhabitants shit in the nest their children will have to inhabit because its just too much trouble to go without what they want?

What name would you give such a place?

Hell?

And if a visitor were to gaze upon our spinning blue sapphire of a world from afar, would they ever guess how unhappy are its peoples, how plundered and abused its riches, how sick and soulless its denizens, how subjugated by evil?

And could such a visitor reconcile the gift that is our planet with the hell we have helped to create for each other here?

Or perhaps they would understand that even the most beautiful of places can be infested with vermin, as the noble tiger may be infested by fleas.

Or perhaps they see an entirely different reality?

The search for some rhyme or reason for this state of affairs is rising like a spring tide right now. We can witness its outpouring in a myriad of manifestations.
Humanity is stirring, that vital energy being steered by the same masters we have allowed to orchestrate our affairs forever, those who would drive us like lemmings over the precipice rather than allow us to understand what this place is.
What the nature of this reality is.

That is what these current disturbing events are about.
Preventing humanity from discovering where we really are.
Perhaps what we really are.

And it is, dear reader, a very different reality to that which our dulled senses allow us to perceive.
We sometimes lift the edges, sometimes catch a fleeting glimpse of a different reality, see eternity in a grain of sand, feel the enormity of the presence of the consciousness that has placed us here, created this algorithm, designed this function.

We can glimpse it in geometry, divine it in mathematics, understand its reflection in the shell of an ammonite.
More than that.
We can instinctively know it is there, understand our souls are like the nerve endings on the fingertips of something much larger than we can imagine as it probes its body, searching for hurt, seeking the source of pain.
Or perhaps we are the pain.

Whatever the true nature of this false reality, whatever there is that lies far beyond our current understanding, one thing is now certain. We approach some sort of turning point, some great watershed in the affairs of humanity that will either turn us towards a future even worse than our shameful past or, should we choose a different reality, something infinitely better.

And I guess the key to this great moment lies in that one word: “choose”.
For that which seven billion of us choose cannot be denied.
And it will not come by organising some movement or believing in some philosophy or some bearded and malevolent god that exists in a book.

This choice is one that YOU must make and I must make alone.

The answer is within each of us.

And yet we look everywhere for it but within.

And when we reach that understanding, when we make that choice, when we exercise our free will, when we understand how we can change this reality then an even greater prize will be discovered.
We are foolish for not having understood this before.

We might call it love.

It's calling us home.

Can you hear it?

Focus your heart upon it, dear friends, let your heart beat with its rhythm.
It is the answer we have sought forever.

Love to you.
Olive Farmer xxx xxx xxx

Thursday, October 27, 2011

ANCIENT WEAPON DISCOVERED.

What am I?
I guess a grail hunter.
There is a wound to my consciousness, a wound that binds me to the human and denies me whatever else I am capable of. This is no statement of fact, for who can know? It is, though, a statement of the reality I perceive, the instincts of the heart cajoled by the questing of the mind. This thing I am is not all I am. Let's say I feel it inside. Know it without being able to prove it.
Time, or perhaps the absence of it, will tell.
I believe you maybe feel these things too.
For me, it's the sensation that something I was, a long time ago, is nudging me awake after a long and dream filled sleep. A sleep littered with sporadic nightmares. A dream that has been the sleep of learning about good and evil, tasting the pleasures of both and feeling the effects of both across a thousand lives.
In a way, it feels like a gestation, or perhaps better it feels as if the butterfly is about to emerge from the coccoon.
I shall, of course, be bitterly disappointed if sod all happens.
I kinda feel ready for something new.
How about you?
The old paradigms are so exposed now that humanity is getting the idea, seeing the light, stretching its collective muscle, pitching itself in opposition to the inevitable riot police and their molotov tossing aiders and abetters , furthering the spread of chaos.
First spook the herd. Then stampede them in the direction you want.

The vital energy of this disgruntled humanity, the might of the herd, is organised into disruption and fed a diet of fear to control, at all costs, the moment when we collectively say:
“Er, this is all wrong, isn't it?”

Our masters understand that it is inevitable, and so seek to harness that energy with new bridles.
Many of the top servants of this dark cabal will be sacrificed. They are chasing and killing each other now, these leaders, whooping around like crazed savages, holding up one blood spattered head after another and feeding us a diet of this horrible spectacle and telling us that by this sin so we do good.
And the guilt is laid upon you, for it's done in your name.

It feels to me as if this is going on:
We live in a time where every human being is tainted by association with absolute sin. Our governments murdering children and dropping the prize at your feet.
No heaven for you, then.

And the collective agreement to child murder, calling it something else, making it a right when it can be no other than a wrong, save to save a further wrong.
You collectively agree to these things.
You must, because they are so.
And so they have made us guilty of these things, of a thousand thousand more sins.
And it seems to me that this outcome is perhaps the prize.

It seems to me that this damaging of our souls, this blackening, this smothering in evil is what this is really all about.
And if that is the prize, then a thousand more questions need asking about what is this reality we collectively agree to?

But more importantly, and vital now, is the action we need to take to halt this rapid descent.
We need to collectively decide to wash our hands of any involvement with that which will further bloody our collective hands.
In blunt terms, stop sinning.
To do harm to each other is a sin. It's eating up our souls. We should stop.

But who stops first?

Much of this sin is built into the very fabric of everything. And so to stop is to arouse the anger and whips of our fellow jailer humans. It's hard.
But it would be easy if we all of us decided to evaluate every single thing we do and ask ourselves:
Do we want this?
And if not, shall we stop?
And that is the only way we can take our future from the jaws of hell as, half swallowed already, we kick and claw at each other as if we've forgotten we are human, given up, stopped thinking, forgotten we have free will, are dead men walking.

It means dismantling the very structural pyramid of the control system.
It means trusting each other to produce what is needed to revitalise our spirits.
Profit has no part in that.
It is a place built on a sense of obligation and an understanding of duty: we must never go back to a condition where at the flick of a switch we can mutually destroy each other, where our oceans were poisoned and our kind lived in mutual fear of each other. WE will profit from the technology we procure and free ourselves of pollution, of slavery, of the restriction and binding and damaging of our souls.
Humanity will look back on these dark days and pity us, the souls enduring this torment, knowing we hold the answer in our hands and letting that strength be sucked from us, misdirected at every turn, allowing the dogs of the herders to scare us this way and that, to confuse us, to gift us shock and awe, to press the levers of control and watch us dance to their symphony.

And I'm guessing when they look back they'll see how near we came to being swallowed.
Before we realised what would choke the monster.

The thing it's been coating with shit with its guilt by mute consent to make it more palatable to swallow?
Its name is love.

It is the only possible foundation for the salvation of our species.

Every single one of us is capable of it to a greater or lesser degree but we all have it, even the meanest of us. We are all locked and loaded and have an inexhaustible supply of the stuff, will never run out of bullets.
And each time we use it, we will give more strength to each other, and it will blossom as the flower of life it is. Give love, give strength to another to give love, so it goes.
It's the Answer.

This is a weapon we all have.
It needs no instruction in use.
Just pull the trigger and squirt.
And if the world did this today....
Nothing of their control system would remain.
Ignored, it will wither and die quickly.

We don't take the head of the snake, for like a an evil hydra if you bite one of its heads off, another will grow to take its place, and another. Witness this latest world staging of this ridiculous and worn out circus, this last of the human pit fights, as they prod and poke at the terriers to make us want to fight each other.

We should attack the heart of the beast, its beating heart of evil.
And the killing of it is within each of us.
There need be no organisation.
Think how love would find a way to make this world a better place and trust it.
We are the blossom waiting to burst forth, the very flower of the tree of the knowledge of god and evil.
Our future awaits.
Nervously they watch the spectacle of history unfold, feeling our torment, telling and retelling the story of the birth of a new humanity, of how one day we all of us understood and connected with the answer.
And the evil just stopped, bar the inevitable and wicked lashing of the sting in the tail of the banished beast.
And if you listen to the heart of the beast as I do, you will feel it skip a beat when you think about this weapon we all have, and maybe decide to share this one idea with someone else just in case it works.
For by such viral dissemination can we turn our enemy's communication weapons against them.

And its heart skips a beat because it fears this thing so much.
Knows it is powerless to fight.
Love.
Pass it on.

Love to you.
Olive xxx xxx xxx

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Shit! Did you see that?

Allow yourself the dream of an earthly paradise. The cynicalism that defeats hope is merely the product of the investment in the control of your minds that has persevered for millennia. An investment in blood and sacrifice and the practice of the art of control, handed down generation after generation to those of the line. And over the past twenty years they have begun to show themselves, allow their true nature to be revealed not just to those that have the capacity and sagacity to divine their presence but to the despicable mob. They are allowing their colours to enter the field, proud and haughty as ever, disdainful of the herd they hunt and farm.
And so the question is why?
And evidently the answer is that they wish it so to be.
And so the next question must also be why?
And the answer must be that they follow an agenda, that they have a plan.
And the question must be (prompted by an understanding of the centuries old fragments of the picture that is emerging),
“You mean to say, you've been orchestrating this thing since then?”
And so the trail leads you to the following conclusions:
That there are more things in heaven and earth, dear fellow humans, than are dreamt of in our philosophy.
And so, following their leads, planted and seeded as part of their great work, recognising the enormous power they have wielded and the extraordinary human minds they have forever bought into their service and do so now, (so the better to control us, so the better to understand the various mechanisms of control available to them, improved by our science and abetted by their understanding of things that are occult to us), so we approach their artificially engineered nadir.
We stand at the fulcrum of history.
Confused, disorientated, our natural instincts for love and harmony and peace engineered out of us such that we fear our brothers and sisters and value none but ourselves, for shame.
They have made us weak.
Perhaps to make us easier to control, but sadly also such that we are then easier to kill in this battle they have foreseen for ever and most of us don't know we're in.
It is the battle, dear friend, between good and evil.
It's the biggest game in town, and the stakes are high.
You're the chips on the board, and EVERY throw of the dice is being thrown by them.
I mean every throw of the dice.
They have given us the lash that is faux money and debt, the have corrupted what we know to be right deep inside, we are just the pawns in their game. Like chess masters, they think so many moves ahead that we are completely out-flanked at every turn.
That most are ignorant of this battle for the future is testimony to the absoluteness of their control of the pieces on the board.
Think about it.
Of course it would be so.
They have engineered and manipulated us for ever into fearing and then killing one another whilst they stood on and watched the mighty gore they had created. Like the greasy pole warfare in their corporations, they vie with each other to secure the next level on the corporate ladder.
Rung by rung into lucifer's rectum they climb, all of them of "the blood", scratching and clawing their way into his light, the light that comes from lucifer's arse, the light that is his way of crapping on humanity.
They philosophise about this great work between themselves.
We are just sport for them.
Not a small game, but a big one.
They are big game hunters, and know that the hardest critter to kill is the human.
And that's just one of the games they're in.
More rapidly being herded into despair and ever heightening and consciousness crushing concern, whilst at the same time long fomented schemes are afoot that are pulling us in a thousand subtle ways.
A twitch of the whip here, a prod of the stick there, a carrot for the greedy cattle, so they drive us or cajole us with scraps from the plate of what we can be.
They are trying to win the ultimate prize.
To finally corral the entire herd.
To coin a chess expression; the endgame.
Game Over.
Play Again?

And I guess, if you are awake, you see this.
And understand what you need to do.
You need to spread the understanding.
Such that we might snatch victory from the jaws of defeat.
There is little time,
The fires have been lit.

Knowing the complexity and reach of their fore-planning, you understand it's what you think and believe in that is the key to their great work. These are the levers of control, pulled with ever more subtlety as the endgame nears, powerful weapons of mass destruction of the consciousness levelled at you, wanting to order what you think, wherever you might turn for solace or comfort or community, seeking those that suffer in your particular way, re-infecting each other with every word we speak. All within their purview.
We rest in the palm of their hands.
It's time to bite them.
It's time we rid ourselves of this worm.
And see what we can do without them.

They knew that when our number reached this high that we would, between ourselves, discover them and realise what, with love, we could accomplish for us all.
And understand our power.
Which can only be the power of love.
For with what other weapon would you fight evil?

And we know that whatever we believe has been built by them in this great pyramid of control, that we are a product of their machinations, and so conclude that we have one final move to make.
The exercise of free will.
Of a will that is free.
A human mind understanding that we are a great species, a loving and harmonious kind.
And we are many.
And we are clever.
And we can find the freedom we need to build a very heaven on this fine earth, this planet, this home.
Our home.
Let love shine its true light.
Let truth be known.

Olive. Xxx xxx xxx
(Read older posts if you've a mind to. Appreciate your company on this journey.)

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Occupy?

If you have been reading me for a while, you'll understand by now how the great manipulators have been behind every apparent people's revolution for 200 years.
You'll know that their intention is to create chaos in the world.
You'll know they've been fomenting revolutions across the globe, and you'll remember how a couple of years ago and more I said those revolutions would spread to your place, be in your back yard.
And here they are, beginning now almost everywhere.

You'll know that the pied-pipers of the “truth” business have spread the “truth” that the revolutions are using to anger and arouse people, and you'll notice that they now distance themselves from the occupy “movement”.
Careful positioning.

So that when it all inevitably gets nasty and the bullets and tanks and blood happen, and then afterwards as the new dictators arise, they can begin a new revolution as people realise they've been duped.
Again.
This is already happening in the colour revolution countries, beginning already in the Arab Spring nations.
Of course, next time folks'll get it right.......???

But.
As you know if you've been here for a while.
There's more.

Chaos will follow. They intend to save us, to put things as they were.....
But “globally” better.
Sure, you were a debt slave.....
Sure, they were slowly poisoning you with their crap drugs and shite food and dirty water and foul air........
But at least there was order.....
Food in the shops......
Gas for your ridiculous car......
You were scared, but not for your life.....
And they'll offer you a new world order.
Or rather, tell you that there is one......
And you'll know there's nothing you can do.

And then they'll give you miracles.
Save you.
Bring you a new god.....
And you'll know who the bad guys are, and in your anger and your spite you'll seek them out and herd them to the gas chambers.....
Don't believe that can happen?
Check your history books........

And the “bad guys” will be the real truth seekers, the good guys.
And there'll be no-one left to say “Enough. Let's Start Again”

Unless.
Unless you see the reality.
See the manipulation.
Refuse to seek strength in the mob......
Find it in LOVE.
Hug a policeman. Get him to hug you. Forgive. Forget. Start again.
Follow your own star.
Get involved in rEvolution (Read more of this blog, you'll see what I mean.....and see the gate of the future swinging, hanging perilously in the balance, know its all about free will.)

This voice is little known. It's not promoted by the Icke's and Jones' of this world, nor by the major media as the faux “occupy” “movement” is. It's just my voice. It's just one of 6.5 billion voices, and worth no more than that. Take it or leave it, but know it's given with love.

Olive xxx xxx xxx

Friday, September 30, 2011

"Sea of Blood?", or Love?

The crystallisation of the understanding.

Picture a solution of salt, a swirling greyness. Watch as the first tiny crystal forms, see it grow. Eventually and slowly the whole becomes crystallised, the water evaporated. There are a myriad of crystals. Collectively they are salt, returned to their original form but the new crystals larger than the original, more defined, more identifiable as crystals.

And if each crystal is a truth, then the complexity of the whole is revealed, the larger truths more defined, more visible. You are able to pick up the largest truths and look into them, see how the light reflects within them, gain understanding of the structure, find the spectrum of colour that the light creates, understand the facets of the truth, recognise how the understanding of the truth is a matter of the perspective of the viewer.

And so discover that what we understand of the truth depends upon what we understand as “I', as the viewer. And that “I” is a creation of the programmes we have had input during our lives, programmes installed by other human beings that have been likewise programmed.

Like self-replicating machines.

Thus the truth is perceived by a range beings with a range of understandings that rely upon the programmes that have been input.
Such a range of understandings that , of necessity, are shaped by the programmes we have and preclude understandings of things that we do not possess the programming to comprehend.

Explain the colour blue to a blind man.

So the conclusion is that our understanding of truth relies not upon what we know, but instead is shaped by what we do not know. That which is hidden from our understanding becomes more important than that which we know. The focus of our search for truth must therefore be turned to a conjecture of the unknown, such conjecture limited by our imaginations, such imaginations limited and constrained by the programmes we have running.

Collectively this conjecture is being played out on the internet. Every word discovered shaped by the programmes the author has running. More interesting avenues found where the author has attempted to turn off or ignore the software, or begins the process with the foundation that whatever other human beings think is a product of the false reality and attempts to create that mental space we could call a blank sheet of paper.

To start again.

To discover universal truths born of the heart.

Such is the maverick, one who has always sought to distance themselves from the herd, seeing the herd for what it is, something that can be turned into a lynch mob at the flick of a switch. The maverick reads history and sees it for what it is, the crowd made lynch mob by manipulators. The maverick sees religion for what it is, beauty turned into ugliness at the flicking of a page of a text held sacred or the swing of the incense and the repetition of a mantra. And so politics. And so on.
The maverick won't watch TV, understanding it as the circus for the mob that it is, recognising its influence over the “I” of the viewers, turning them into the “WE” of the crazed beast the mob always becomes.

Eventually this understanding must inevitably lead the maverick to the instrument that is now birthing a new crowd, a new mob, shaping them into what can be readily identified as a new world order, creating the chaos out of which the one world mob will be formed, as dumb as its dumbest participant, turned easily to the lynch rope at the touch of a key.

The qwerty revolution.

And what can the maverick do?
Crystallise the conjecture emanating from the clean sheet of paper, offer it up to the mob.

When the elite bloodline king Constantine pulled together and rehashed the gospels, when his committee reworded the texts and edited the book that was to birth the roman church the intent was to take control of a new religion and to turn it into an instrument of control. The Revelations were forged into this book, to be used at this time to incite the mob called “christians” and prepare them to slaughter and be slaughtered in this final battle.

The same is true of the “muslim”, their nations now being plunged into the chaos that will, as night follows day, culminate in an attack on that place called Israel. The same is true of the ”jew”, whose leaders have forged a nation almost universally despised and against whom are ranged an array of opinion formers not least of which can be found in the “truth” movement. The same is true of other religions, other believers, squared off against each other.
These 2000 year old tinder piles, as dry as dust, need just the touch of a spark.

That money is about to be destroyed is as clear as day. That stock markets will collapse, shares become worthless is an inevitability. Only the timing is in question for the observer of this particular mob. In days past precious metals were a refuge, but the vast sums in gold stolen by the Nazis and the Japanese (research the story of the enormous amounts found buried in the Phillipines by the Japanese and garnered by the US Navy and handed to the Nazi CIA whenever you consider the 9/11 story. Look for where the US naval intelligence that were investigating this were on that day) those market controlling quantities are in the hands of those that orchestrate this world, as are the vast hoards held by the “royal” bloodlines, the gold from Fort Knox. These stockpiles have been built to destroy the value of this metal, the rise in price of and the encouragement to buy having been promoted by the agents of the elite masked as “truthers”.

The effect of course is that we shall neither be able to buy nor to sell, that nothing shall appear to be worth anything, that the efforts and strivings of the mob that loves money will have been as naught, lifetimes of graft and saving destroyed in moments with no safe haven. Property let out for rent is worthless when none have money with which to pay. Items of value become valueless. Only food and water will have value, and the mob will gouge and bite, kill and burn for it. The centuries old strategy to remove humanity from the source of food, our connection with its production, to concentrate us in cities and make us rely on their distribution systems, their stores, their seeds, all are to be brought to fruition.
The mob that starves is the most dangerous of mobs.

From one maverick to another, if you dear reader count yourself as maverick, it is clear that the final solution is marching to its fruition. The scum that rule us have prepared their fastnesses and intend to sit out this great orgy of evil, this great blood sacrifice to their lord and master. They have prepared the mob that is humanity to commit genetic fratricide and suicide and when we do, that will be the time the New World Order chooses to begin its new thousand year Reich.

As Bill Cooper once said,
“But this callous disregard of the right to life of every human on the face of the earth has been predicted before in the New Testament: “Yea the time cometh, that whosoever killeth you think that he doeth God service”. The New World Order, ladies and gentlemen, will sail in on a sea of blood”.

Having understood the power of shock and awe, they will bring “peace” to the world and offer refuge and safety under their master Maitreya, who will of course perform miracles of magick. The rulers of the world will emerge from their towers as demigods, safe and unassailable in their new might, the world and everything in it theirs for ever.
This is their vision. These their intentions.

And what, you might ask, can be done?

The only possibility of preventing this armageddon, of averting this monstrous outcome, lies in the awakening of human understanding to all of this information, in the awakening of a critical mass to the imminent threat and, at the same time, to the alternatives we can provide for each other to the systems we have been taught are the only systems that can be used to organise the world, alternatives to money, to religion, to nation, to tribalism, to everything else that forms the false reality that is entirely the creation of the scum that call themselves masters.
It is to control and avert such an awakening that our masters created the “truth” movement and placed their “adepts” at its helm. Through their “new age” movement, they have stolen leadership of love, of sharing, of a new consciousness, redirecting followers towards the very Maitreya they are preparing for us.

And so how can this “awakening” we are in such dire need of come about?
The emergence of a christ to counter the anti-christ they are preparing for us?
Well, of course they wrote of such a thing in their bibles.
Such are the depths of this strategy.
They most certainly will give us one.

I ponder his identity and call to mind the name of god “I AM”
I ponder the adept Crowley's words about Will:

“Will is a term found within the mystical system of Thelema, a religion founded in 1904 with Aleister Crowley's writing of The Book of the Law.[1][2] It is defined at times as a person's grand destiny in life, and at other times as a moment to moment path of action that operates in perfect harmony with Nature. This Will does not spring from conscious intent, but from the interplay between the deepest Self and the entire Universe. Thelemites in touch with their True Will are said to have eliminated or bypassed their false desires, conflicts, and habits, and accessed their connection with the divine.” (Wikipedia).

And I ponder the age old royal bloodline that sits on its throne in England, and their lust for eternal power.

And so “Will I Am”.
They don't just throw their plans together, dear reader.

And if not from a christ, from where?
Only from within us, dear reader.
Because it is this realisation, and this alone, that gives to humanity the right to a future and the right to the stewardship of this earth we call home. As we are, we do not have that right. We are just a mob.
And perhaps what approaches will be the trigger for this awakening, or by some miracle of communication it will happen right soon and avert it.

I see no sign.

And yet instinct and logic tell me that there is a force of love in the universe. Not a god made of dogma and ritual and lying words. Not a messiah made of science and tricks of magick. A force of love without which there could be no universe, for hatred and anger would have destroyed this realm long ago. We mere humans can destroy a planet. What could other species, far in advance of us do with science? They no doubt exist.
And so there must be love.
And so, as one maverick to another, what I see in the crystal of salt is LOVE.
That is the crystallisation of my vision.
That is our only hope.
Finding love inside ourselves.
Joining with the love that is.
Being love.
Seek it and find it, dear friends.
It has no name but love.

Love to you all,
Olive xxx xxx xxx

(P.S. I don't write for money, but would ask those that repost what I write to pass on some of what they receive from their very popular ad-filled websites. I have had no donations for about six months now, and could use one! Thankyou. I know it will come.)

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Know YOUR Enemy.....

Put yourself in their place.
Oh, if only for a day.
Think how they think.
See what they see.
Imagine, for a moment, what they really want.

Like you, they want security and certainty.
Like you when you dream maybe, they want an assurance of a longevity surrounded by all they desire.

They also want a power over people that's unassailable. They want the worship of "lesser" beings.
They want to be gods, striding the earth in perpetuity.
They want to satisfy every whim no matter how crass or perverted or evil, without fear of retribution.

They are nearly there now.
In most of their lives, for most of the time, they can do these things.
The “Royal” families.
The money “Kings”.
The robber barons.
The aristocracy of the New World Order.
The crass wankers and perverts that hang on their coat tails for the scraps from their tables.
The Blairs. The Bushes. The psychopaths you see heading corporations. The reat of them.
We know who they are.......

They own what they like.
They fuck what they like.
They eat what they like.
They kill what they like.
They do whatever takes their fancy.
And lower down their order, they dip thier souls in shit for a pension, soon to be taken from them because their god is an ungrateful bastard and they are just sheep, no matter how temporarily useful they are.

But some things our masters have to hide.
Some things they have to keep a secret.

The eating of babies and the fucking of children.
The torture of souls and of bodies.
And why, they ask, should they?

These days they have to persuade us of some things, have to gain our agreement lest we reach for the sickles and pistols and guillotines and come seeking their heads.
That's such a bore.

In the old days they could do all these things and more.

Witness the lives of the people we learn about via their history books. The Kings and Pharaohs and Emperors and so on. The murder, the brutalisation, the torture. Look at Vlad the Impaler, at Henry the Eighth, at Queen Victoria, at Hitler, at Stalin, at the Bushes. Thousands more.

(As an aside, research “A Charge To Keep”. Coincidence?)

They so love to seep themselves in blood and misery, for such is the beauty, to them, of absolute power.

And so they dream and plot and machinate and manipulate us towards their final solution.
Just as the Egyptian Pharaohs elevated themselves to godlike status, just as the Roman emperors raised themselves high enough to sate every lust without fear of opposition. In their circuses they slaughtered thousand for fun, drinking the blood of the slain, allowing the chosen to sit amongst them and share in the gore. At home, every whim was satisfied, no matter how perverse.
And the people bowed to them, venerated them, rarely stood against them.
You think it's different now?

And it's the “rarely” that troubles them.
For “rarely” is too often.
Never is better.

They need to create a world where no-one EVER stands against them.
So that they, living long and healthy lives, they can pass their ill-gotten gains on to their kids, who will also lead long and healthy lives, full of the foulness that their god lucifer insists is their right.

So what is their “final solution”?

Firstly, when the shit hits the fan quite soon, they must be in such a position that the world sees them as saviours rather than as parasites.

Second, the new belief system must elevate them to godlike positions, as Masters of Wisdom who have been working relentlessly to bring “good” to the world.
Even though they seem to have been doing the opposite.
(Watch "The Event" predictive programming.)

But who are we to understand the ineffable ways of "God"?
Don't we understand that to fight evil, we must first Know Evil?
And such has been their role.
Praise them, praise them.

In such a way will the New World Order be gifted to us, once we have rid the world of those disbelievers that threaten the new heaven on earth.

Me, for example.

Such, with the right “spin” will they be able to weave their web of deceit.

Third, their offspring, the next generation, will already have established themselves as in possession of the “Christ Consciousness”. David de Rothschild etc. Prince William.

Collectively, and doing what will appear to be “the “ “god's” work, they will draft us all into the cults they have experimented with for so long.
We will be expected to become “believers”.
We will be expected to destroy those who fight against this new religion.
Signs from heaven and miracles will convince the sheeple.
Of course.

This is all planned.
The final solution demands the implementation of a vast new belief system that will last for a thousand years. Already believers and supporters are in place. Already a new system, a new dogma, a new structure of control has been forged.

The plan involves the destruction of the entire false reality they have imposed upon us so far, to be replaced with a new false reality, an amazingly intricate, centuries in the making plan they intend to foist upon humanity.
The goal being as described above.

Put yourself in their place.
Oh, if only for a day.
And think...............

You can see the destruction growing daily........
In a thousand ways, we are being readied for the expectation of salvation.......
As things get worse, so we will begin to brutalise each other as we already are.......
Yet the internet offers us "hope", offers us “truth”:, offers us a "new way"......
Their way.

A way of "love"
A way of "sharing".........
All with the controlling hands evident to those that have the eyes to see and the instinct to understand.

Such is their strategy.
The goal: perpetual GODLIKE STATUS for the bastards that rule us.
Their enemy: the FREE WILL of humanity.

They think it's all over already.
Bring to mind Bush Senior and his “New World Order” speech (“When we are successful, and WE WILL BE …...”)

It's not all over.
Because YOU know.
Because YOU are free.

And, if you value the future,......
You will make your stand, draw your line, say “Enough”.

And be ready.......
Free of mind, in love and peace, brave and determined, willing to sacrifice, dutiful to the future of your children and our planet....
Be ready for rEvolution.

(And consider: What have they promised those that serve their purpose?)

Love to you all,
Olive Farmer xxx xxx xxx

Sunday, September 18, 2011

NWO Shills, Liars & Deceivers: Alex Jones, David Icke, Jordan Maxwell, ...


Conspiracy researchers and truth seekers, beware of deceivers.
Although this guy comes at this from a christian perspective, which in and of itself speaks of another aspect of the vast and intricate conspiracy, he identifies some of the shills that are leading you into the New World Order you are being taught to despise and yet are being shaped to form.
Love to you.
Olive xxx xxx xxx

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Its Name Is Love.

In the contemplation of a new idea the pieces of the jigsaw float before one's mind's eye, coalescing, splintering. When there are a thousand thousand pieces promising avenues open up, are explored, become cul-de-sacs when the logic runs out.
Sometimes, quite suddenly and unexpectedly, a piece clicks firmly into place and fits.
The whole picture is not finished, but the corner is done, the blue sky and the first whispy white clouds are formed, an understanding of the whole of the great work can begin to be realised.
I know that Lenin said that the best way to combat opposition is to lead it.
Well of course he would know, being such a pawn in the game, a piece manipulated by the player to capture a king.
The game, as we understand, is approaching its end-game. The forces are disposed of, the pieces in place in their diverse multitudes, the Knights patting the flanks of their chargers to steady them, the readied ranks of the cannon fodder stolidly chewing their cud and staring blankly on, disguising their fear, ready to be urged to kill and maim or be killed or maimed. This is as it has ever been, and will be again save some miracle.
And it will be of miracles and signs and a magick of a sort that the final episode of humanity's current epoch will be made, a time of wonder and of despond, the great door to the future swinging on the hinge of fate with only the free will of our species standing as a bulwark.
And so little of it remaining, so weakened are we.
And yet such dissipation and enfeebling can be undone, the dark miasma of befuddlement blown away by the fierce wind of understanding. Clarity of purpose and unshakeable determination can enter the minds of the creatures we have been moulded into.
And when it does so, as I know it will, humanity can shrug off the past, dismantle the ugly present, face a future illumined by its own lights, understanding its power to order its destiny as masters of its own reality.
Such a species will we be.
Such potential do we have.
Such is our destiny.

Consider this.
You are the opposition, newly created.
Armed with knowledge fed to you, you bristle with righteous indignation.
When the world and all you understand is plunged into chaos, you will be part of a new army that enters the field, formed and shaped by those that call you to battle.
As the Russian peasant reached for the sickle and hammer, urged from behind by Lenin and his company, never understanding the nightmare that would ensue, seeing only freedom and the destruction of powerful enemies.
Is this familiar to you?
Personalities you have unshakeable belief in pushing you into the fray, identifying enemies, stirring your ire..........................

You are the New World Order, dear friend.
This is the jigsaw piece of understanding.
Click it into place, and you begin to see the whole.
Remember free will.
Beware of deceivers.
The conduit draws close.
Your instinct tells you this, as does mine.
There is a powerful force within each of us.
Let it loose.
It's name is love.

Olive xxx xxx xxx

Friday, September 16, 2011

Thanks, Les Visible.

A quote from the dog poet:
"I don’t care how many governments they control or have compromised and Israel is going to be destroyed because it is anathema and a pestilence upon the world community and it’s ordained. It will come to pass and I won’t give it a thought, I’ll just look ahead to the world to come, for whatever time I have to remain in it, because I’m headed somewhere else as far as I’m concerned and that is all there is to that."
Nice.

Nazi Germany was bad, but the Dresden bombing? Bad too.
Ditto Japan in those days, but Nagasaki? Hiroshima?
Lots of civilian "collateral damage" when the war was all but won.

Then you think how the Nazis came about, who and what was behind them, behind every war.
The same folks that ordered those final civilian holocausts, the same folks behind the nazi "final solution".


There are innocent kids in Israhell amongst the bastards and nazis, just as there are in what's left of Palestine.

Israel, the country established by the same bastards I refer to above.
They like killing innocents, and love to murder Jews, whom they have set up for a final bashing to meet their weird biblical prophecies and to satisfy their god lucifer.

I'm suspicious of anyone that talks of the destruction of human beings and "won't give it a thought".
Les again:
"At no time will I ever say that all Jews are evil as I know that it is not true."
So why "won't you give it a thought", Les, when they're destroyed?

I'm even more suspicious when they say the same things Hitler (Thule Society Blavatsky follower) and Alice Bailey (theosophist, new age inceptor) had to say.

"The nations of the world should decide now to wipe Israel off of the face of the Earth and hunt down every Zionist wherever they may be." (Les Visible)

Thanks Les.
What a brave new world we would have, formed out of the ashes, the stench of burning flesh, the memory of "just" retribution!

Sure, the Zionists are bad guys. But what does your genocidal ambition make you? What stories would your Zion-killers tell their grandchildren?

"I killed the f***ers, to make the world a better place for you, honey."

You cannot build a world of love and peace on foundations of blood and hatred and vengeance. What sort of "karma" is that?

New Age Karma, I guess.
I know you often refer to Lao Tse, Les.

"The philosophy of Lao Tze communicated itself to me, in despite of the persistent efforts of my mind to compel it to conform with my preconceived notions of what the text must mean. This process, having thus taken root in my innermost intuition during those tremendous months of wandering across Yun Nan, grew continually throughout succeeding years. Whenever I found myself able once more to withdraw myself from the dissipations and distractions which contact with civilisation forces upon one, no matter how vigorously he may struggle against their insolence, to the sacred solitude of the desert, whether among the sierras of Spain, or the sands of the Sahara, I found that the philosophy of Lao Tze resumed its sway upon my soul, subtler and stronger on each successive occasion."
Aleister Crowley, "The Tao Teh King"

Of course, the "great beast" had a bit to say about jews too. As did Alice Bailey. As did Blavatsky. As does Icke. And a thousand other "points of light" in the growing new world order......

Comments welcome. Question everything.
I could easily be wrong.
Love OLive xxx xxx xxx