Idle moments....

In an idle moment you might consider the future of mankind.

You might look at our current situation, reach the inevitable conclusion that we cannot carry on in this fashion, reach another conclusion that in order to avoid the future we have ordained by our behaviour we have to make not just radical changes, but changes to the very fabric of everything.

If your idle moment stretches out, you might begin to see the reasons for our current condition, and by extension discover the culprits and then how those culprits ensure that the rest of us behave in a manner which suits them and prolongs the nightmare that the rest of us live through and that they observe from their luxurious ivory towers.

You might wonder if they are so wise after all, for the nest that is being crapped on is the nest that, though they have the very best bits of it, is their nest too.

That makes you wonder if, by some strange reasoning or quirk of genetics, they are happier in filth and poison, enjoy bathing in misery.

If you have the time to mull things over further then you will reach an understanding of the nature of humanity, and an understanding of how that nature has been manipulated and shaped by the sticks and carrots of our masters, shaped so expertly that the vast bulk of humanity has no inkling that they are slaves, no understanding that they are imprisoned, no idea of the danger they now face, even no grasp of the crimes against humanity that they commit or their fellows commit with their unwitting connivance.

Humanity has surged forward in the last few decades in terms of the advances made by technology. Our finest minds, building upon the knowledge accumulated thus far and with the aid of computing instruments have caused a dramatic shift in the speed of advancement. These fine minds, lost in the idea that they are pushing forward the boundaries of knowledge, blind to the sources of the funding that drives their experimentation, ignorant of the morality and ethics of what they do, bent on the exercise of their mental superiority, have gifted into the hands of our masters the very weapons of misery and control that have enabled them to finely tune their subordination of humanity.

Things should be getting better for us all now.
They’re not.

Clever people are suckered into creating a hell on earth that would have been unimaginable to our forbears, beyond contempt, damnable and yet has been made humdrum, acceptable, bearable to the bulk of humanity by the constant repetition of suitable propaganda, again designed and implemented and transmitted by the instruments that our science has produced, our invention has conceived of.

So it is that this brave new world of ours considers that the extraction of cells from aborted foetuses is a good idea. So it is that a human being can find satisfaction in developing the cluster bomb. So it is that all of us use plastics that our descendants will be picking up from once pristine beaches for centuries to come, and cannot conceive of living without whilst we spew our filth into the future. Ignorant of the consequences, even in the main ignorant of the existence of hemp plastics that are superior and degrade biologically , ignorant of the reasons for their ignorance and the history that lies behind one of the great catastrophes to our environment.

An ignorance that is by design, of course, that derives from decades if not centuries of control of thought, control of education, control of what news is deemed fit for our consumption, what issues we debate.

The agenda is set for us.
It’s a fixed menu.
It’s the false reality of the control matrix.

Our finest minds, so subverted, wage slaves to the masters, earning their crust from wickedness, enjoying their relative prosperity, wallowing in their high opinion of their own cleverness, unbelievably conceited are themselves amongst the worst offenders, the greatest criminals.

They don’t even think about it, such is their conceit.

These lost souls can be found in many walks of life, each one sucking at the festering nipple of the great sickness that engulfs us. The psychologists that teach the propagandists how to manipulate humanity. The petty bureaucrats that implement a small element of the overall control matrix.

An endless, dull, mindless morass of blind self centred egoists that can do no wrong, and yet wrong is all they do.

They think they are right, these fools, and have a bank account to prove it.
My cats could do better.

It is not just the clever that are recruited into the Jailer class. Our masters understand that there is space too for the ruthless, the inhumanly cruel, the knowingly vicious, the pathetically insecure, the petty, the jealous, the greedy and the dumb. Each Jailer has his or her place in the pyramid, each answering to another sick human being a little higher than they in the structure.

In that idle moment, do you see the nature of the problem?

With love,
Olive xxx
(P.S. Thanks to all those that have kept coming though I haven't written for ages. I've been trying to pay some bills.)

Did you see my dive?

I'll never forget that day.
I'll never forget the instant certainty that the event was a charade, a big lie, a travesty.
I'll never forget Bush's expression, nor his gloating grin when he realised that it was working, this enormous fraud.
I knew then that it would become an excuse for more horror.
It has been.
This is in memoriam for everyone that passed on that day, and those that have been murdered since - with that day as an excuse, a justification for infanticide and genocide, for torture and rape.
It's another one for the Sheeple......

"Did you see my dive?"


"Did you see my dive?
Though I say so myself
It was a thing of beauty.
Behind me, certain finality,
In front
A few moments more.
Moments to savour breath.
It was, my friend, an easy choice.

Did you see my dive?
I like to think it was audacious
Skilful
Stylish
Full of bravado
Impeccable.

You know
When things go really bad
How Time goes so slowly?
It was, for me, an eternity.
I had time for a quadruple somersault
In the Pike position!
Never seen before.

But the "board" was so very high.
I had time.

Time to consider my life's mistakes,
Suddenly clarified for me
By the circumstances.
Time to apologise,
Time to wish,
Even time to hope beyond hope.

Unfortunately, no camera caught my excellent dive.
No lens was turned my way
Which is a pity,
It was such a great dive.
I let out no scream,
I was too busy thinking.

I think I cried,
But not for myself.
I cried for the truth.

In the clarity that comes,
I assure you, my friend,
In such a great moment,
In the eternity of those few seconds,
What is revealed is the truth.

You discover what really matters.
You find what you really wanted all this time.
Right at the end you find
What really matters is love.
What really counts is the truth.

So if you can hear me now,
Even if you didn't see my beautiful dive,
Find the time to find love in your hearts,
For all of creation,
In everything you do.

And for me
And for all the others on that day,
Please:
Know it is your duty,
Know it is your obligation,
Not to simply believe
But to find the truth.

Insist on it.
Demand it.

Because of all the truths hidden in this world of lies,
This one truth can set mankind free.

And, because it's unlikely you saw it,
It was,
Dear friend,
A beautiful dive."

Remember?

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In memoriam for the many slaughtered innocents murdered by our glorious masters with the dumb unfeeling acquiescence of the sheeple electorates of the US and UK.
Particularly one baby, just 8 days old. May his soul rest in love and peace.
Something maybe to print out and stick behind the windscreen wipers of the SHEEPLE as they do their shopping at the Mall.......it fits on an A4.......
Then scarper, because the SHEEPLE get really angry when you give them the truth.
Angry enough to kill another baby, maybe?



"Do you remember killing me, my friend?Surely you must?I was just eight days old.
But then why should you remember me, just one of the many children you have slaughtered?
But I was wrapped in a nice new blue blanket.
You still don't remember me?
I was being carried in the market by my mother.
You murdered her too.
Of course you don't remember, there are so many bodies, so many lives you have ended.
Not you, you say?
Why, it was you that paid for the missile that took my life, don't you remember?
It came from the tax you paid.
Do you remember now?
Money you regretted paying, because you need something else in your life.
Some gadget or toy.
You remember, you paid the wages of the man that aimed the missile at our market that day?
You voted for the man that gives him his orders.
The man you asked to protect you from me and my mother and the other million or so that you have slaughtered.
Do you still not recall?
I had a given name, but you know me as "collateral damage".
Remember, you were gifting us your democracy that day?
Your democracy of depleted uranium.
Or was it in self defence that you murdered me?
Or was it revenge for something I didn't do, years before I was born, knew nothing of in my innocence?
You tell me: Which just cause slammed my body into the dirt?
Did you think of me today as you went about your life, my friend?
Did you wonder what I might have become had you not slaughtered me?
Had not smashed my soft bones and crushed the new life from me?
Did you talk of me with your family?
Mention my murder to a colleague?
Spare me a thought as you filled your car at the station, ate your evening meal, watched T.V., tucked your children into bed?
Did you see my face today?
Did you wash my blood from your hands today?
It's still there, my friend, and always will be.
Did you pray to your God today?
Did you do anything to stop this murder today?
Did you protest? Did you march? Did you withhold your tax? Did you rage against the slaughter of innocents?
Did you spare just a passing thought for me today, my friend?
Remember I had a name?
My name was collateral damage. I was eight days old. Wrapped in a blue blanket.
And you killed me. Don't you remember?"

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War is Peace

Our history is littered with the pre-eminence of violent despots wreaking their havoc wherever their eyes fall or their sick whimsy takes them, leaving never a generation that hasn't faced the sickness of their blood lusts, never a time that hasn't witnessed the awful spectacle of a nation plunged into horror by some crazed lunatic or another, conjuring their mystic evils into the reality of marching and uniformed zombies who believe themselves right and just as they plunge the sword or pull the trigger, hacking and raping and destroying.

Later, many of these plasticene warriors come to the realisation that this belief was in error, that the lies that substantiated their false sense of moral superiority, of right, were falsehoods derived from evil. With the dawning of this understanding comes mental illness, more murder, or self destruction. Those that live to old age fear death and some final accounting, the ghosts of their sins shining bright through the veil, waiting. They die in fear.

They serve their purpose, these despots and their minions, in keeping the power of love and the beauty of unity buried beneath a desire for revenge and an unnatural acceptance and a coming to terms with evil that scars each generation and perpetuates the great myths, disguising true human nature, making us lose faith in ourselves. Shoring up the walls of the prison with misery and distrust.

They always rise , these "leaders" , these fiends, driven by their sick requirements, absolute in their convictions, learning each day the skills and techniques of the exercise of despotic power, understanding the darkness, noting the power of fear, recognising and rewarding the twisted and subservient collaborators that aid them and provide substance with their sycophancy, taking the helping hand and the enabling dollar from the real masters who grant them their wishes for power and blood and dominance and cruelty providing they follow a few instructions, perpetrate a few crimes, continue the project.

Their sort are not only to be discovered at the very top of the midden, of course. At every level these vile succubuses are to be found, drinking from the teat of mother evil. Some know what they do, recognise the source and fundament of their authority and so rise. Most do not, but simply follow the lessons that other human beings have given to them: That much can be achieved through bullying and violence and the abuse of fear and the misuse of authority.

History gives us our understanding of the nature of these weird simulacrums of humanity providing we know where to look and have the critical faculties to see through the tangled web of deceptions that are presented to us by our "learned" scholars and those that fund them and publish them. If we have not these faculties we believe the lies, continue their existence and the power that is derived from them.

These false histories are being written each day by those that control our reality. So it is that the wickedest amongst us are portrayed as the saintliest. Such mockeries of truth are noted in the annals as real truths. As time passes there will be none to question their veracity, none to bring the awfulness of these miscarriages of justice to the attention (such as it is) of the ignorant and blinkered sheeple.

And so it is that the war criminal and mass murderer tony blair (I refuse to grant him the dignity of capitalisation) has been awarded at least two "Peace" prizes, "The Thomas J Dodd Prize in International Justice and Human Rights" and the $1 million "Dan David prize for outstanding achievements having a cultural or social impact on our world" (and specifically here for his Middle East peace work!)

So it is too that the baby murderer and agenda following genocidal freak obama obtains the greatest Peace prize of all, the Nobel Peace Prize.

Is this the depth to which humanity has descended?
Where is the righteous howl of disbelief?
Where the rebellious murmurings rising on a crescendo to a deafening blast, shaking the walls of the prison, shattering the masonry , splitting the timbers, melting the steel of the bars?
Where the mass gatherings of the righteous, the coming together of the meek, the organisation of the powerless into the powerful, the unstoppable force of critical mass bringing these criminals to the justice of humanity and the absoluteness of truth and love?

Ripping their lies from history.
Shining the light of truth upon their wickedness.

If we do nothing to destroy this incredibly audacious twisting of the truth, this insult to reason, this mockery of justice, if we allow these fiends wrapped in the clothing of the righteous, these wars dressed up as peace we by our acquiescence grant permission to them to take the next step, perpetrate the next crime, conjure forth the next level of wickedness.

As ever , it comes to this:
We must achieve critical mass.
We must unite on one truth, one front, free of division we must stand together as humanity and with one voice cry "ENOUGH".

That one truth is love.
And critical mass will come from the beauty of mathematics and the concept of exponential growth.
This is why I raise this voice and many others raise theirs in this, the greatest war, the last war, the world war of the soul.

Love to you all,
Olive Farmer xxx

Spread the word, and the word is Love.

There are 6.5 billion human beings sharing our mother earth, and consequently 6.5 billion sets of values, 6.5 billion sets of learned behaviours, 6.5 billion sets of opinions. Each and every one of us is different, each and every one of us carries a lesser or greater number of opinions, ideas or values which form part of the matrix of control that has been inflicted upon us.
From our lives we learn hatreds and dislikes that are based upon our own experiences, these experiences being derived from our interactions with other human beings that are similarly affected with their own learnt experiences.
We learn from our parents and siblings and friends, we learn from our governments and from our schools and teachers, we learn from casual encounters and from reading and research. We learn from the media. We learn from life.
We pass that learning on to others by and through our interactions with them and so unquestioningly pass on, to a greater or lesser degree, some elements of the control matrix. Each of us a larger or smaller brick in the wall of the prison.
The depth and power of the false reality in which we exist is derived from subtle and not so subtle powers exercised over us. Some are recent innovations, some ancient, all together forming the cultivation medium for the accepted understanding of humanity shared by the sheeple the world over.
It is largely unquestioned by them. They often don't know that "there is something wrong with this picture". They reinforce the whole by their interactions, as we do that count ourselves awake. The cumulative effect is that they and we are the very walls of our own prison, the preventative mechanisms that deprive humanity of truth and love, in which we cannot believe because we are so programmed.
From such learning and programming does the collective consciousness of humanity currently derive, such as it is. It is a consciousness that is sick, malformed, wicked, lacking in common sense, perpetuating practices and beliefs that are evidently noxious, poisonous to our species.
So we have the learned ideas of separateness. We view each person as we meet them or read of them or see them by an established and personal inculcation derived from the system as currently contrived.
This contrivance is what those of us that consider ourselves "awake" are fighting. Upon the outcome of this war for the hearts and minds and souls of humanity rests and depends the future for mankind. Are we destined to endlessly repeat the wickedness of our past, or can we finally break free, start again, build the utopia that our cleverness and inventiveness and burgeoning mastery of science can give us?
Ranged against us are the superb masteries of the criminal elite and their depth of control. They hold all of the cards in this game. They have all of the money. They have all of the weapons. They have written history for us and conditioned the masses. They control all of the media (and even have control of this medium (the internet) and of key elements in "our" movement). They control virtually all of the governments of the world. They control the agendas and opinions of the sheeple and always have.
They control the law.
They control those that enforce their laws.
They can reach out a careless hand and end the "life" of any of us at any time without so much as a thought.
Their controls of the "black" agencies of powerful governments and criminal organisations are complete. They are above and beyond the law which they created, and can sell us their vileness and wickedness , their treachery and criminality as "for our own good" or "for our nation" or "for our religion", even for "God".
And the sheeple will believe.
This is the scale and measure of the enemy we fight.
Our numbers are small but growing.
Our weapons are the most simple, pre-dating even the stone with which to batter a skull or a stick with which to thrash a back.
Our weapons are love, kindness, understanding, forgiveness, fellowship, compassion, contrition. We stand before the behemoth of evil naked save for the armour of truth, wielding the mightiest weapon of all: Love.
Is it enough?
It has to be.
The endless repetitions of the past have to end.
The time is fast approaching wherein humanity has to make itself ready for the future and all that the future has to offer us. Great times lie ahead of us, but we have to be ready.
The architects of our past are engineering their own demise. As humanity slowly enters the light so the realisation is dawning. The best efforts of their mind controllers, the sick weapons of their lackey scientists, the repetitions of their "dream" messages ever reinforcing the matrix, all of their mastery is not enough to stop the ever swelling ranks of those that know.
Together we count their crimes.
Together we build the evidence against them.
As a specie we will bring them to account for themselves.
And when a critical mass of us reach understanding, so their crimes will count against them, so finally will true justice prevail.
A justice based on love and an understanding of the one-ness of humanity.
We stand at present as sentinels of the future, marking our place, drawing our lines in the sands of time, not knowing what we risk but understanding that we must risk all for all our sakes.
Let our children and our children's children ask us what we did in these times and if we can answer that we stood, we were counted, and we were a tiny part of the whole that brought love into being, then that will be enough.
That will be the measure of our worth.
That shall be our legacy.
And no finer legacy than this was ever gifted to the future, nor will be more lauded by those that inherit the world we will make beautiful by our labours.
Love to each and every one of you,
Spread the word,
Olive Farmer. xxx xxx xxx

Evil's right hand man...?

tony blair....

(He doesn't deserve capitals...)

I've just spent five minutes on the tony blair faith foundation site.
That was enough.

Here's a man that carried out the orders of the sick global scum to the letter and has the blood of nearly two million innocent people on his hands posing as some sort of leader to the "multi-faith" world, reinforcing all the lies with his patronising twaddle, inventing as he goes along a kind of "Juslimanity".

Read the sycophantic comments and see if you can do so without screaming "He's a mass murderer, you dumb fools. WAKE UP!"

I guess tony wants to be the anointed leader of the new multi-faith religion, the figurehead representing the confluence of all religions when the new messiah comes along (which the scum are no doubt planning for right now!)

Maybe tony is their new false messiah?

He certainly acts in a god-like fashion.
(Not a nice god, of course. More one of those angry gods who like people to do as they are told and wreak vengeance upon them eternally if they don't.)

Now the Irish have been duped into accepting something they rejected previously and have approved the Lisbon treaty a new global power is about to enter the world stage, a massively powerful new Europe.

At its head, un-elected, will sit President Blair, wielding a combined foreign policy weapon backed up by a unified military might, strengthening the links between Europe and the United States, turning these mighty combinations into the bastions of the global elite.

As everyone knows, the EU is a criminal organisation riddled with sleaze and fraud from which billions disappear each year. The powerless elected MEP's are fed a diet of fat salaries and even fatter expenses and pensions so that they do not rock the boat, do not run screaming from their parliaments shouting "It's all a con!"
These shameful hussies are complicit in the vast thefts, aid and abet the globalisation agenda writ large across the front page of the Lisbon treaty.

They should all be taken out at dawn and hugged.

So this is what Europe has become.
A community of dumb sheeple allowing themselves to be governed by thieves and led by a mass murderer, a vile and sinister poseur who has a deeply evil ambition and messianic tendencies.

Nothing much changes does it?

tony is only in his fifties, so I guess he's got plenty of time left to make the next step and become the first and founding president of the world government once the war he will promulgate has taken its toll and , reeling from the horror, the sheeple turn to their saviour.......

Unless of course awakened humanity can get together and say "No".
And that is our job. Yours and mine.
And we do need to raise our game somewhat.

Travelling

I've been travelling.
It's a sign when the normal becomes abnormal, when the ordinary extraordinary, when the mundane transforms itself into the inexplicable and the commonplace becomes a rare and truly ugly thing.
I'm being judgemental.
In an airport I suddenly realised something:
They do REALLY live in a dream.

I find myself listening to conversations, tuning in to other people's lives, eavesdropping on their reality and peeping through the curtains to their minds.
Cheeky, rude and intrusive I guess.
Irresistible though.
Enlightening.
No-one I eavesdropped on showed the slightest sign that anything was wrong......
Not with me (I was unobtrusive, and I shower enough)

With what they were living through.

With how weird, oppressive and controlling things had become.
Their grandparents would have had something to say about that back in the 40's and 50's.
And yet if they still live even they have forgotten how to be free, have been distracted by the slow creeping-in of the sickness, say nothing.
They can't quite see it.
Cannot shape the words, form the ideas.

But they feel something deep down, they know something is amiss.

It shouldn't be like this.
Deep down they know.
For some reason they just can't seem to get hold of it.
The reason, of course, is that it's everywhere.
It's very complicated.
And everything is wrong.

These form the critical evidences of the existence of a pervasive controlling of the thoughts, the communities, the families, the loyalties, the pockets and the fears of the herd.
They don't know that anything is wrong!

So many people, heads down, sitting next to strangers and communicating only with their electric friends.
No shaking of hands, no "Glad to meet you", no eye contact, no searching for points of common experience, no "this one's on me, pal" nor even a "Piss off mate".
Empty vessels, travelling in a cocoon of self, avoiding the potentiality for difficulty.

There used to be in the past strong connections between people that outweighed almost any other consideration. Bonds of love and the idea of one mate for life. Bonds of family and the strength of proximity of kin: Dad's round the corner, Nan lives at the bottom of the street.
Bonds of community and the understanding of who was who, where to go and maybe not go, who the families were and what they'd done over time.
Bonds at work, knowing your job, getting on with or disliking your colleagues or the boss but being a part of something over time, maybe a whole career.
Unions.
Tribes.

The very idea of acting in unison as a people to right a wrong, flowering only momentarily in history, is gone.
Few students ever object. No rallies. No sit-ins.

Students have had twenty years of television.

Twenty years that have seen the ripping apart of entire communities, many stretching back for hundreds of years. The closure of large industrial works and mines and the export of that production to places in the world where people are grateful, people do as they're told, where people will accept.
Country folk to the cities, rich folks in the village houses and pubs at the weekend.

The fundamental structure of human community has been gradually and piece by piece de-constucted before our very eyes.

No one quite knows where they stand.
Their neighbours remain strangers for years.
Their love for another is impermanent and requires no absolutes.
No commitment cannot be broken , other than debt perhaps.
People have been gradually engineered to become disconnected with other, real human beings.
The smoking bans in bars and at work are just one tiny element of this process.
Healthy for the body, damaging in many other ways.
Divisive.
The expansion of the EU to allow mass migration from poorer eastern European countries. The laxity of border controls in the U.S.
Asylum laws.
New peoples to deal with, strange habits, odd languages. Unsettling to many.
Deliberately and predictably so.

The increase in "bad news" reporting means that every home can be invaded, every man fear a street brawl or a mugging, every woman fear a rape, every parent fear a paedophile, every tax dodger or licence fee avoider fear a knock at the door.

Know your marriage won't last forever. Know your job won't last for long. Know your roof belongs to a bank. Know your community will change. Know your kid's will probably take drugs, move elsewhere, become Christmas visitors.
Know someone close will die of cancer.
Know you're being filmed.
Pay the debts.
Watch the telly.
Play with your mindless toys.

Lose yourself in otherworld, in dreamland. You don't have time to care, you don't have the strength to do anything but keep your head down, keep your nose to the grindstone, pray uselessly that you won't get cancer, try not to think hard about anything.

And have no-one to talk about it with anyway.

Watch the big game. Watch the docu-soap. Watch big brother.
Eat shit and poisoned food.
Drink doctored water.
Breath polluted air in an atmosphere bombarded with microwaves.

Dream of a lottery win whilst across the world the dead babies of the Blair-Bush wars rot in their unmarked graves, their kin dreaming of a bloody and just revenge.

Believe the big lies.
Believe what you see on the news even when it is unutterably nonsensical.
Learn to feel nothing when you see a crowd bombed, a market full of bloodied corpses, a starving child nuzzling at the breast of her dead mother, the shock and awe firework show, dumbing the senses, inuring the outer mind to the sickest evil, bringing it into each home and planting itself on the hearth, sitting like a rabid dog in the centre of their minds.
Preoccupying them.
Making them scared.

Excuse me but....
These f******g Zombies wouldn't say boo to a goose.
They just don't know how f*****d over they are getting.
They may very well be lost.

They are certainly not human in any meaningful way.
Their souls are being forced further and further into the enveloping cocoon of this unreality.
War is peace.
Control is safety.
Fear is good.
Everything is too complicated.
There is nothing they can do about anything.

There is just "I".

And someone is always watching, but the bad things keep happening.

I hugged as many of them as I could, but it wasn't enough.
It's good to be home.

Thinking out loud.....

Thinking out loud.

In the early morning I arrive at the olive groves, spend half an hour getting myself, the weed strimmer, petrol can, bottled water taken from the spring on the way past, spare nylon cutting filament, lunch, hat, goggles earphones, visor to where I'm to begin. Fill up the petrol tank, put on the hat, goggles, gloves, visor, start the engine, begin.

The deprivation of senses begins then too. Hearing is muffled, just the white noise of the engine breaking through. Sight is diminished by the mesh of the visor and entirely focused downwards on the unending dry stalks of last season's weeds and wild flowers, on the rocks and holes in the ground that serve as pitfalls for the unwary, threatening a twisted ankle or a fall. The hands, even through the thick leather gloves, numbed by vibration after a few minutes.

In this world, there is just me and thought.

I was thinking of the development of supercomputers, and a conversation I had recently had with an Oxford physics graduate (most of which passed me by) in which he was explaining to me the development of biological computers and how, when those computers reach a certain level of progression they will in effect become conscious. Not only that, they will become super conscious.

The similarity between the human mind and this concept of supercomputer is of course a natural progression , but of course we have not yet achieved this super consciousness. We are still stuck in the programming stage, installing the basic software.

This train of thought , one concept leaping to another, caused me to ponder this: If, at some stage in the past humanity was recognised as having the potentiality for super consciousness, perhaps even began to make the leap, what would the universal consciousness of the universe think of us, way back then, as savage as we are today but without the horrifying accumulated knowledge that enables that savagery to be converted into mass destruction?

Only a step in time away from being very dangerous indeed.

What would they do?

The idea of universal consciousness carries with it the idea of the hive mind, that higher consciousness can only be connected, that everything is seen, everything is understood, everything forms a part of the one-ness of being. It also understands the first absolute , the guiding principle of understanding, that all begins with love, that love has to form the basis of all thought, all action. True power without this guiding principle represents a threat to creation itself, a threat to the universal one-ness of being, a threat to to “life the universe and everything” as Douglas Adams would have put it.

And if we hadn't reached that understanding, how could we be trusted with this power? And if we weren't ready, how could we be made so? How, with love, could the universal hive mind coax us to the understanding, train us , ready us, make us fit?

Teach us unforgettable lessons?

Install the basic operating software?

Time would be no barrier, for what is time but a dimension to be moved around in but which we see as a linear progression.

Death , as we currently understand it, is in reality a nothing. The ending of the life span of the biological mechanism that carries the indestructable consciousness. The universal hive mind understands this, would not balk at inflicting death upon humanity as that death is in itself meaningless, if that death caused us to learn something, to value something.

In a past post I considered the un-utilised portion, the far greater portion, of the human mind. The great mass of unused DNA called “junk” DNA by the researchers because they have no idea what it does.

Here's a leap: Imagine if you will accepting the principle that the consciousness is indestructible. Combine that thought with the enormous question mark over that junk DNA and unused portion of the mind. Add to that the simplicity with which the universal hive mind could have stepped in, some time in our past as a specie, and put a block on our rising consciousness, a block that slowed down our progression, gave us time to learn, such learning being passed on, generation to generation, hardwired into our beings.

Am I considering re-incarnation? Probably.

Some friends last year were walking their dog across our groves and the dog ran through a pile of ashes where three days previously we'd had a day long fire. Under a layer of cold ash lay still the deep red hot core of embers, the heart of the thing that gave burning and pain to the dog. To this day, she runs around or leaps over any old fire place, anything that looks or smells of fire, however old. A sharp lesson, a painful lesson, a lesson learned and never forgotten.

To the present.

Here we sit as a species, looking back over millennia of pain and misery, learning the lesson of evil and what evil does, re-learning time and time again the hurt. Perhaps then the only way to fully understand the first principle of love is to fully experience and live its antithesis, evil.

Death is a commonplace, our planet is abused and raped, filth and sickness are spewed over the cleanliness that is nature, misery is gifted everywhere. Self, the “I” mind, the operating system that continues the existence of the carrying mechanism that is the body, bars and prevents our accessing the inner , higher mind. Something placed that barrier there whilst we learn. Something prevents us from accessing the hive mind until we are ready, until the core programmes are installed.

Which causes me to consider the root of evil, the core of it, the millennial bloodlines carrying their symbols with them through time, always advertising their presence, ever telling us their next step, following some core principles, leading us to perpetrate evil, to taste blood and death and the infliction of misery one on another.

Ensuring that we learn.

Perhaps then here is the test.

We have to learn, through wickedness and evil, that there can only be love.

Do we have to understand that those that gift us evil do so out of love for us?

That they are cruel to be kind?

That they are the parent to the burgeoning consciousness, preparing it for adulthood and acceptance into the universal family that is the hive mind?

Do we have to learn to forgive them, even thank them, as we thank the stern teacher in later life when we recognise the good they did with the hindsight that maturity brings?.

Perhaps they are making us ready.

Just thinking out loud........

As the weeder buzzes, the senses dulled, dreamland happening.

Love Olive xxx

Unity of Human Kind.

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT: NEW VISITORS
READING THIS MIGHT BE THE SINGLE MOST IMPORTANT THING YOU HAVE EVER DONE.

Dear Friend, old or new:

We Are a group of many millions seen in many thousands of places.
We have no organisation, no leadership, no funding, no political agenda, no head office.
We have no name.
We have no shared religion.
People of every walk of life and from every nation are within our number.
We urgently need you.

Here, finally, is a true purpose for your life.
It is vital that you become involved.
Each day millions of us congregate in thousands of places.
Doctors, scientists, academics, soldiers, policemen, refuse collectors, carpenters, volunteers, an endless variety, as various as is humanity.
We are diverse in a million ways, we differ over a million issues, and yet We Are One.

We share one objective so vital to your survival and to the future that you will bequeath to those that follow that we felt you should be invited to join us.

There is no registration.
There are no fees.
There is nothing to join.
No badge to wear.
No flag to wave.
Only you need know you are with us.

But it will help immeasurably if you have the courage to stand up and be counted.

Your opinions are exactly as important as anyone else's, your voice will be of equal standing amongst us.
As will your quiet deliberation.
We Are Humanity, We Are One.
And we urgently need you.

Dear Friend,
Countless of our number have devoted countless days of research on your behalf, on behalf of humanity.
Sinister and harmful enemies have been discovered.
All the evidences, and they are many, are available to you.
We will give, later, a few of the thousands of sites devoted to our survival.
Once you begin, you will find many more.

About 20 years ago I woke up.
Spying in the distance a tiny glimmer of light I went to investigate.
I found in that moment a tiny piece of the sparkling jigsaw.
My first nugget of Truth.

At first I scoffed, as you might, did not believe that such a thing could be, it contradicted all I'd learned.
But I checked and referenced and researched and found it to be True.

And as the years have past more and more pieces have been found, discovered more and more people are engaged in the hunt than I would ever have believed.
Finally, now , we collectively can see almost of the whole picture.
It is not pretty.

And we see ourselves, humanity, what we are and what we are truly capable of.
And also what we have been driven to and by whom.

This is the first time in history that a critical mass of humanity know the truth.
It is time, for we also know that those that act as our masters are long down the path towards fulfilling their evil plans of global population reduction by war, famine and pestilence.

This is no idle or foolish fantasy.
This is a truth known to probably a hundred million of humanity.
Of your kind.
We will provide you with irrefutable proofs.
The question is, what shall WE do about it?

They intend to enslave us.
They intend to kill us and are currently doing so in a thousand ways in a thousand places.

All of the evidence for this is provided, unequivocally.
Each discovery is examined by us all, debated by us all, the implications laid bare.

These discoveries are the most important issues ever addressed by humanity.
They are fundamental to every part of your life.
Your life truly depends upon them.

You will not hear of our movement through the main stream media.
You will find out why that is when you begin your journey.
This is why we are approaching you this way.

Your politicians and other leaders know this truth and hide it from us.
They are wrapped in this web of evil, serve the sickness that rules over us.

When your journey begins, you will find much that amazes you, much that you will find unbelievable. That goes against the grain. That you scoff at.
Your initial instinct will be to disbelieve, as it was for each of us.

This is something we all have been through.
It is the first test of many.
When you see the evidence and reach understanding, anger will follow.
We have passed, most of us, through anger, too.
And at the end, you will feel a determination and a sense of understanding that will change your life forever. Change it for the better.

We Are approaching critical mass right now......
BUT WE NEED TO PROVE IT TO OURSELVES.

By finding critical mass, we will find at last the strength and power we need.
And ONLY by finding critical mass.

When enough of us reach that understanding, soon, we will change the world.
For the better, and for good.

We will build the world Humanity is capable of.

This is not about religion, not about race, not about nation.
It's about humanity, and about your part in it, and about your duty to your wider family.
There are a million paths for you to follow.......a million hands to hold along the way.
Start here.

So on this day, 13th September 2009, we will begin a crusade.

I guess as Olive Farmer I should begin by extending an olive branch to you, dear reader, symbolising peace, goodwill, and the strength that we are about to find from Unity.

This is not a crusade of religion. It's not a crusade of race. It's not a crusade of conquest and war. It's a crusade of light, a crusade of truth, a crusade of love and harmony, a crusade determined to end the global control of a wicked elite for once and for all time.

This is what we must do.
If we are to get out of this thing alive.

Put aside every petty difference, put aside every distraction, put aside our fears, realise our vast strength, unite together as one humanity sharing one home and face this parasitic wrong that has blighted our existences for millennia.

NOW is that time.
Before it becomes too late.

No issues shall divide us.
We, humanity, united face this single enemy, this wicked elite and their servants, their calloused hands upon the reins of power in every nation.
Right Here in this place We Are One.

And together we cry:
"ENOUGH!
Let's Start Again."

So together as humanity we begin this crusade of light, marching together towards critical mass, brought together here, united on this one issue.
I can start this thing here, but do not intend to lead.
This is what is meant by this vision of mass.

No leaders, shared vision, shared determination.

Rid ourselves of this evil elite.
Start Again.

Here are some suggestions as to how we do this:
If you come here regularly and wish to stand in front of your fellow humanity and declare your determination:

Become a "follower".
It's free.
That might give 10,000 or more! What a beginning.

Those that work for the dark side know every surfer, where every surfer goes, it makes no difference to them but to us it begins to show this essential unity of purpose.
Stand up and be counted.

When there are a thousand, we will be moving.
Ten thousand, we'll know we are on to something.
One hundred thousand and we have safety in numbers.
One million and we begin to have power.
So it goes.

But each long journey begins with that first step.
Take it, join in.

Treat this as your site. Use the messages. Share your thoughts and ideas.

If you believe we have a chance to pull this thing off, use time to attract new visitors here. Post links on every site you can. Send links to friends, and enemies. Particularly send links to officers of the law, physicians, nurses, civil servants, military personnel , even politicians and journalists.

By numbers and effort we can achieve this thing.

This post has been written to attract the involvement of those currently outside of the truth. To those people, welcome. Join in, it will be nice.

It has also been written to attract those within the knowledge of truth and to say this :
Divided, as ever, we will fall.
United, the world will finally be ours.
So let's get together and do this thing.

One place, one idea.

This crusade might fall flat on its face, and that would be an eternal shame because this might be the first and last chance we get to unite as a species and face the one common enemy we all have.

So I hand the crusade over to you.
Please, make it happen.
We first in the fray are like the fishing boat, heading into the dawn light, leaving behind us an iridescent wake of light, touching all things, passing that light on.

For the newcomer requiring proofs, begin your journeys in these places:
Believe nothing, amass proofs, be wary of distractions and also calls to violence.
Fear nothing. We will have strength in unity.
There is only one issue.

1. http://www.globalresearch.ca/index.php?context=home
2. http://www.informationclearinghouse.info/
3. http://wideeyecinema.com/
4. http://www.theflucase.com/
5. http://naturalnews.com/
6. http://www.wariscrime.com/
7. http://www.cchr.org/#/home
8. http://www.checktheevidence.co.uk/cms/index.php
9. http://www.bestcyrano.org/
10. http://www.oldthinkernews.com/index.html

No doubt readers will add their own suggestions. The truth exists in thousands of places.
Find it, return here and join in.

Is this the one place humanity can stand together in unity with one single purpose?
Probably.
Let's make it happen, starting right now.

Love to all,

Olive Farmer xxx xxx xxx

We Are

The Olive tree must be one of nature's finest works.
Find a piece of rocky ground, drop the sapling into a stony hole, roughly kick in some dirt, walk away.
Don't water it. Don't feed it. Yet it will grow.
Through summers of day after day of temperatures in the 30's and 40's, with no rain from April to September, rarely a cloud, it will grow.
Walk back after 10 years or maybe less and there she'll be, gifting you her fruit and leaves, the very essence of life itself.
The olive tree is a survivor.
It does better if you care for it, of course.
Your soul is like that.




We Are.
(It's along one, I'm afraid)

I get the sense that I'm building up to something in these words.
Some instinct tells me to keep writing, some inner part of me nudges me in the direction it chooses.
That's how it feels.
The outer "body-mind" part of me shouts "You can't say that, they'll think you're mad!"

So in it goes.

It's the same when I meet people.
Recently, a good friend of three years standing offered to gift me violence when I started to unfold the truth about the world.
It was too much for him to get his head around.
If I was right, then he must have been wrong all these years....
No Way could he accept that he'd been wrong for all that time.
Ergo I was wrong.

The violence was his "body-mind" defensive systems, going into overdrive.
I gave him a hug.

I'll try again with him, and again, and again until he punches me, and then again.
It is my duty to him, to his inner being of light, to give him this virus I'm carrying.

It's a deadly virus.....

It kills hatred, violence, war, inequality, anger, famine, sickness, pollution, loneliness, a million other evils are permanently consigned to the history books by this virus.

In the future, children will be taught about these times. They'll think them strange. They'll wonder what it must have been like to live in the grip of a monstrous evil rather than the strong and caring arms of love.

Because that is how it should be.
That is how it will be, because humanity wants it so.
And we are, after all, in the majority here.
And what we truly want is what we will get.

Though not without this final struggle.

The Awakening that is happening is spreading light like a slow dawn. One person steps into the light, reaches out to another.
Each one a victory to us.
With technology, with the gifts of our invention, we can speed that up a little.
It is difficult only because we are fighting a five thousand year old lie. A lie so enormous that most folks can't even see it for what it is.
A lie that is strenuously defended.

As each one steps into the light a further piece is added to the jigsaw of understanding and truth, another scrap of mortar is removed from the pyramid of oppression.
If we keep taking the mortar out, at some point the entire edifice will come crashing down.
That's physical law for you, it's immutable.

That is the battle we are engaged in.
It's the biggest jail break of all time.
Like most ex-prisoners, there'll be some adjustment required to conditions outside, some won't be able to fit in.
They are the ones we'll help the most.

The enemy, the evil, is not taking this awakening lying down.
The masons are out with their mortar, shoring up the cracks in the edifice of control, filling in the gaps with new lies, extra fear, madly waving their hands in the air in an attempt to distract the sheep. Evil is fighting for its very survival.
So it will get nasty.
It has to.
That's all it knows.

To get nasty, to harm US it has only one weapon:
US.

Can you see why this is important?
Take humanity away from the darkness and the evil will have nothing with which to implement their vile plans.
No-one will pull a trigger at their orders.
No-one will aim a rocket.
The lies will come to a grinding halt.

The physician will put away his prescription pad and set out once more on the path of curing people.
The soldier will offer his courage, strength, bravery and service , the army its organisation and logistic skill to humanity, to finally end the war on want. Going where it is hardest to bring relief and support from we humans to our brothers and sisters.
There will be no child with no food, no hand to hold.

The evil does not believe we are capable of running the place.

We Are.

There are 6.5 billion of us, and we are very clever. We can do whatever we like.
We're handing in our notice at the workshop of evil.
Starting a new career in the fields of light.

When you plant an olive tree it will do better if you create the right conditions.
Turn over the earth, add some nutrients, provide water when needed, shape the young growth into the tree it will be three or four hundred years from now.
This same nurturing will help to grow the tree of humanity. The shaping of our new tree now will determine its form in a hundred years, a thousand years, longer.

There are trees here 3,000 years old, shaped by mans hand when the Minoans lived here.
If you know your trees, you can see where the first gentle guiding cuts were made.

A good tree, properly cared for, will grow more quickly. But even left to its own devices it will grow. This is what the tree of knowledge of the truth will do. Grow fast if nurtured, but still grow without care.
It cannot be stopped now.
But it can be nurtured.
And in a thousand years humanity will see the cuts we made.
Snipping out an evil branch here, pruning a lie there, adding some love to the rocky and barren soil in which this sapling has planted its roots.
Feeding its heartwood.

We stand on the threshold of a new dawning for mankind.
We are 6.5 billion unique human beings yet though we differ in billions of ways we are one. We are all inescapably united, all of us share a future.

Once we come to the realisation that we are together in this thing, that the fate of one of us is the fate of us all, then we can get down to the real work.
United as one, the realisation will quickly come that we can achieve anything, do anything. We can build ourselves the most beautiful place in harmony and in rhythm with our earth.
All can be provided for and many , many more.

In the spirit of love everywhere that mankind lays its hands will be cleansed, not poisoned. Everything we touch will be restored, made beautiful, not ripped out and sullied. The legacy of evil has been evil and our earth has been raped and manhandled by the greed and carelessness of the few, the mind controlled apathy and sad indifference of the many.
That really is enough of all that isn't it?

We are going to try something here.
By we I mean us, humanity.
We are going to try to build a million human being march into the light, maybe a billion, maybe more, maybe all of us.
If one of the sheeple hears our message once in a month, countered by the hours of daily lies they are fed, that human being will continue to walk in the darkness.
The herd they are in is huge, ours is small.
They feel safer where they are, despite the evidence.

But there something we can learn from the evil:
It knows that an enormous lie, told often enough and loud enough and long enough will become accepted as the truth. The herd will accept it without debate.
The idea of killing other human beings so that a very few can add to their obscene piles of riches is one such lie, gift wrapped in politics, ideas of nation or religion, given "gods" approval (on both sides usually!).
Ludicrous, yet believed.

Every day we raise our weapons somewhere and end the lives of infants.
Good grief.
Do you see what this evil has brought us to?

The key words here are "often enough" and "loud enough".
The truth, told often enough and loud enough will similarly become accepted by the herd.
This is why evil controls the systems of communication.
Why its foul hands are all over this one, the internet.
But not everywhere.
And not here.

There is nothing that influences the herd more than critical mass.
Nothing that ends debate quicker than one idea, one immutable truth that we can all agree on.
The devil, to coin a phrase, is in the detail, which is why you'll find none here.
This is not about debate.
This is about spreading the virus of love.
This is about the future of humanity and the world we need to build.

So do not be afraid to show yourself.
Stand in line with your kin.
Be visible.
Communicate.
Your neighbour may be standing in the light too , and you don't know it.

Find each other, find the next and the next, speak your truth.
Stand together.
In a short time all the sheeple should hear is one person after another, day in and day out, in a million different ways , shouting:
WAKE UP!
WAKE UP!
WAKE UP!
And if we can do that, pretty soon they will.

Silent majority?
Not this time.

In my next post we'll start something.....
Let's see if we can speed this thing up a little....

Love to You,
Olive xxx xxx xxx

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Incredible crop circle mentioned below. Where DO they come from?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_KoR2t-iM9k

"Beware the Bearers of False gifts and Broken Promises"

There are two things vital to the success of humanity and our ultimately entering a new world of peace, harmony and love.The first, and paramount, is that we condition ourselves to fear nothing.Absolutely nothing.If we as a specie allow our individual fears to bring us one at a time to a quivering halt then we are lost.
Our courage must come from our numbers and the trust we can develop between our peoples.

We are one, so this will become easy once the scales have fallen from our eyes.

But we are only as strong as our weakest link. The first to run will break the line, place a weakness where there was strength.
This strength will come from an inner, higher resolve. A determination. The future is in our hands.
There is no-one else to break the millennial cycle of evil and injustice.
Just you and I.

The second thing we must remember is to believe nothing.
We should question everything.
We should understand what it is that shapes and sustains our outer, "body-mind", ( "I"; some call it Ego - but it goes deeper than that), and to validate that source against what we feel to be true.

What you read here, for example, in this blog. Does it pass that test?

Johnathon Porrit was an environmental activist in the UK who played a lead role in the early "green" movement in the United Kingdom. A sort of nice, lefty sort of student person. Always on the television doing stuff, green stunts.

Always on the television?

His Dad, Arthur Porrit, "Baron" Porrit, was an ex Rhodes scholar who became one of Her Majesty's (pah!) Governor Generals.I guess , dear reader, you know all about Cecil Rhodes and about Rhodes Scholars.

Porrit junior, now "Lord" Porrit no less, has just served 8 years as the first chairman of the UK government's "Sustainability Commission".He wrote this recently:

"It has been an extraordinary nine years. Back in June 2000, when Michael Meacher persuaded John Prescott to persuade Tony Blair that I would (despite all the obvious downsides!) be a suitable candidate for the SDC’s first Chair, we didn’t really have much to go on. There were various initiatives that had arisen out of the 1992 Earth Summit (a round table, a high-level advisory group reporting to the prime minister, a decent but largely ignored strategy and so on), but zero understanding across government that sustainable development was anything other than environmentalism by another name. Our budget was small (around £350K), our welcome was muted, expectations were low (‘just another government-sponsored talkshop’) – but our ambitions were large!
It’s all a bit different now. We have got a real job, reasonable resources, a good ‘inside track’ with much of Whitehall and with the governments of Scotland and Wales, a genuinely independent persona, the inevitable mish-mash of respect, irritation, disregard and enthusiasm for what we do, both within and beyond government, and a reasonable portfolio of serious interventions, publications, watchdog reports, policy breakthroughs and constructive engagement with departments that has helped make a real difference"

To me, of course, that sounds like the typical twaddle you hear from most lackeys and lickspittles spending the money the global elite can spare for us: Full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

Tony Blair gave him the job.

Their job, these apparatchiks , is to prevent us getting what we want by obfuscation.By deception and apparent bumbling, the servants of the elite keep us from achieving the agenda humanity has set by appearing to lead it.

The elite are a clever and subtle bunch, quite used to handling the reins, quite used to steering the beasts in whatever direction they choose.

The carrot and the stick, greed and fear, with a little distraction if the beasts get any funny ideas, ( er, like wanting to stop being beasts.)

They put their men into the opposition ranks, assist -as only they know how- to advance these fifth columnists, these Quislings, through those ranks into leadership. And of course they are generally trained in leadership skills at their revolting schools and at the knee of Grand Pa, as it were.
They are rewarded with a seat at the table.
There they dine on babies, drink blood and steal the cutlery.

The global scum elite have for centuries recruited into their dreadful pyramid of evil the brightest minds amongst us. This control over our brightest, this abuse of human ingenuity and the misapplication of our brilliance, affords the elite a head start in the planning game.The elite aren't brighter than us, but they've bought the brightest from amongst us and they are.

The elite know what to expect in the future, the impact any measure of control might have, because our brightest have worked it out for them, have lent their genius to evil.

Human beings with Phd's design spent uranium weapons, I have to add as an aside.
They invent new strains of flu, too.
The drifting upwards of ideas.
The drifting down of bloodstained and filthy lucre.
We pay.

The elite control government and opposition parties in most western style "democracies".They habitually control both sides of any contest they deem important.They like to hold in their oily grip both sides of any war.These people sponsored Hitler and then took their other puppet governments to war with him.They controlled both the USA and Soviet Russia during the Cold War.This is an old game for them.
This Grand Chessboard of human misery.

The brilliance of their future gazers enables them to predict trends in the attitudes of the sheep and so plan their own opposition, even incept and lead it.
There aren't many leaders of "green" movements that aren't now seated at table, snouts in the trough.

Knowledge of this spectacular foresight gives one a deeper perspective of their strategies.

We understand they created the Taliban and that the Bin Laden's were friends and business partners of the Bush family.
The sire of that murderous litter was Prescott Bush, the patriot who channelled money to the Nazis, boosted Hitler into power and continued to profit from both sides of the war with his dodgy banking arrangements and deals with Thyssen, the Nazi arms manufacturer.

What was it I said earlier about learning things at Grand Pa's knee?
Don't mention the Reichstag Fire!

We know , or think we know what happened on 9/11.
We're pretty sure we know who happened on that day too.
We're damn sure we know why it happened.

Dazzling us with their flash and fire they snuck up on us and gifted us fear, stealing our peaceThey stole our freedoms, gifted us new injustices wrapped up in the lie of anti-terror laws.
And we let them, just as we let them when they dazzled us with their "banking emergency", whilst gifting us with eternal usury.

Understanding their duplicity, great foresight and accurate planning would it be hard to conceive of their guiding hands on both sides of the furore 9/11 has left in it's wake? The "For the Fed" and "Against the Fed" arguments?
By doing so, could they not lead us from the truth?
Might the organisation fizzle out?

Our masters know that division amongst us is essential.
So they gifted us with the ideas of nation, of race, of religion.
We have killed each other in vast numbers throughout history for these lunatic concepts.
They are not a good idea, are they?

Thus I begin to worry when I see signs that these old ideas are being subtly promoted by what I would otherwise think of as "anti-elite scum" websites.
And those that decide their content and lead the debate.
Choose the issues.
Moderate the comments.

Sites which blame everything on Jews, for example, from homosexuality to drugs to war.
I've heard that before, somewhere.
Sheep don't learn.
Sheep are prevented from thinking.

Sites which are dominated by a christian or muslim agenda.
Sites which stir up anger and the desire for violence.
Sites which are focused on nation.
Sites which specialise in blind alleys and red herrings.

The leaders of the communist revolution in Russia were in the pay of the elite.Nearly a hundred years ago.
The old magician's tricks are always the best.

In America there is nothing the elite would like better than an armed insurrection by a bunch of people they can categorise as Jew haters. Especially after the elite's terrible forthcoming false flag attack in Israel.
The sheep will believe the lies in the media and will turn away from these lunatic "Jew haters."
The Revolution will fail.
It will end in a shoot out, as they always do.
But if by a remote chance it were successful, who do you think would be in charge of the person in charge?

The elitehave thought this all out.
Or at least, we've thought it all out for them.

One of the messages left by who knows what or whom in the fields of Wiltshire carried an intricate message in computer code in the form of a disc.

This code contained some words:

"Beware the bearers of false gifts and broken promises.
Much pain but there is still time.
Believe there is still good out there.
We oppose the deceivers.
The conduit is closing."

There's a Mayan Shaman somewhere on You Tube.
(Can someone find the link?)

Amongst the things he said were these words:

"Let the morning come.
Let the dawn come for the people to find peace and be happy.
Don't be afraid.
Spread this message throughout the whole world.
Don't be afraid of this change of time.
It's just a change like passing from night into day.
Don't believe what you hear from threatening people.
Thank you.
Don't be afraid."

Don't believe anything without validation, for things may not be what they seem.
Including these words.

Love Olive Farmer xxx xxx xxx