"The sinews of war are unlimited money"
Cicero.
Cicero was a scholar and a politician, a man that lived and politically competed in the the arena that was the playground of characters immortalised and brought into the modern consciousness by Shakespeare: Julius Caesar, Mark Antony, the Triumvirate....
"Et tu, Brute?"
He went too far and was murdered on the instructions of Mark Antony.
Nothing changes.
They cut off his head and hands and stuck them up somewhere for everyone to see.
As they did, in an eminently 'modern' way, with Gadaffi and with Hussein.
Nothing changes, do you see?
The power likes to take heads, and then display them.
Supposedly he lived from 106 BC to 43 BC, though naturally we were none of us there at the time and none of us have lived all the time since then and counted the years.
It serves no purpose at all to frame any narrative in the potentially false time constraints of accepted doctrinal history.
This is, after all, a false reality.
You either question everything, or you miss the point.
However long it has truly been, some of Cicero's words have 'survived'.
By that, we mean that the words exist in this reality, wrapped in the cling film that serves to preserve what is required to be preserved and therefore placed before YOU so that you might understand.
Those 'words', encapsulating ideas as words tend to do, affected many of the personages that have framed our 'recent' history.
Desiderius Erasmus, Martin Luther, John Locke, Hulme, Montesquieu, Voltaire, the Founding Fathers of the American Republic (sic), and many more...........
But the single, most important observation that Cicero made?
Nervos belli, pecuniam infinitam....
You would think. would you not, that We (that is; the collective human species, approaching 8 billion cells in the single mighty mind-consciousness that we are forming....) might have learned, after 2,000 apparent years, that "the sinews of war are unlimited money?"
And that there are a very few that have, in their hands, the ability to create 'unlimited money' from thin air.
Are we truly so ineffably stupid that we cannot see?
Are we truly so cowardly, truly so distracted, that we cannot see?
After 2,000 years?
The sinews of war are unlimited money.
Can you see the door to the future?
Simples.
With Love,
Aktina Pempti and Olive Farmer.
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Today we spent clearing the dried 'weeds', the wonderful flowers and grasses that flourish when there's rain and then die back during summer. We clear them by "hand" (with the use of our weed whacker), acre by acre, so that the ground is clear to work when we harvest. It's tough going for a couple of 60+ year olds, but the air is fresh, chemtrails are few at the moment, phone signals are weak, and the trees speak to us and share what they know. Any plantsman or grower will tell you this. There is one interwoven reality, and we are a part of that, and the role we enact (when in harmony) is a thing of beauty and a joy. Today we felt simple joy, gifted by nature.
We hope you find the same, as we all of us should.
This is our human destiny:
Joy.
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