This bastard, who telephoned an old man whilst on a national radio show and told the grandfather that he, Russell Brandshill, had fucked the old man's granddaughter, is now the darling of David Icke.
Mind you, the girl was in a group of performers calling themselves the "Satanic Sluts".
Do you see how it goes around, this wheel?
On Icke's site of deception, Brandshill is quoted:
"'I am excited by David's new venture. We all complain about media bias and now we will have an outlet beholden only to the people. I think it will be crazy and fun and I hope to be on it.' - Russell Brandshill.
If Icke has a granddaughter, maybe you can shag her, Brandshill.
Brandshill's latest tour, called "I'm Jesus" or something, raises his profile enough to get him on "Question Time" in the UK, Or is that just a part of the increasing "awareness" and "normalisation" strategy designed to get the Icke/Jones Party in the public eye so that when the shite hits the fan in the UK and the USA people will know where to turn.
And of course in addition find out that it's them cursed "jews" that are to blame.
Aktina and I would refer you to investigate what happened to the Nazi gold via BIS, what happened to the Japanese gold via the US Navy, which investigative offices in the Pentagon, the twin towers and building 7 were destroyed and what they were investigating, then ask you which sites promote "gold" and therefore, by the law of supply and demand, force up the value of the metals that the Nazis own so much of.
But that of course is detail.
The entity that entered Hitler when he consumed Peyote certainly didn't view war as the only strategy.
If you understand that, you know what we know, and see what we see.
You'll also know, we guess, that Icke and his accolytes with their "special interest" sites, focus almost daily on the Paedos that are enmeshed and controlled by the system of evil.
One might be of the opinion that this exposure is a good thing, despite the fact it does no good at all in getting politicians put into prison.....
Or one might subscribe to the view that this constant exposure , albeit toothless and ineffective, by its repetition actually creates a sense that this evil is almost normal....
Marmite. You either love it or you hate it
But now it's in your head......
Do you see?.
I wonder how old the granddaughter was?
Just asking, no inference intended I assure you. I know she was of age.
By the way, Icke's radio appeal is now heading for 300,000 quid in just a couple of weeks. Jones must have told him the "how to" when they tickled each others fancies at Bilderberg.
"Dave, you have to look at the "Money Bomb" idea. It's easier than asking christians for money! You know, we're judged on how much we take, just like Monsanto or Merck".
One wonders, of course, if the objectors were allowed into the "enclosure' so that Icke and Jones would be close enough to nip in and get their instructions?
Surely not?
Love to all,
Olive Farmer and Aktina Pempti
xxx xxx xxx
Saturday, 22 June 2013
Thursday, 20 June 2013
Being One....
An Anonymous commenter questioned the idea I have about one-ness.
It’s worth explaining.
I am lucky here in that I have a part time job, and that job is to teach Cretan kids English, and my lovely “boss” actually pays me (believe it or not this is a rarity in these times of engineered “economic crisis”).
The kids are pretty wonderful, teenagers generally unspoilt by the social engineering that has gone on elsewhere.
We are, you see, right at the easternmost tip of Europe, and the southernmost.
We are far away. We are a small community.
Apart from the regular chemtrailing (even here!) we are pretty much insular, pretty much left alone.
There are human beings to be found here still.
Philosophers that fish or paint houses or fix machines or work in the olive groves.
Such is the beauty of the Cretan people. Imagine your own people say 50 years ago and you might get the idea.
One of the things I teach these kids, it being a way of broadening their outlook and their use of this language, is the story of the universe and their part in it.
I teach them how, so the theory goes, the universe and all the atoms in it were created in a moment either by God or by a big bang or in some other way, and to take their pick.
I ask them to think about something that might be true, that no more atoms are being created, that the atoms that are in the universe were here from the start.
I ask them to consider this:
When they were growing in their mother’s womb, the mother ate whatever she ate, munching stuff made of atoms, those atoms having been around forever. Their Mom ate, then converted that food into its base ingredients and then those ingredients were used, via the miracle that is the human body, to create a new human being.
Them.
I ask them to think about the fact that they are made of trillions of cells, each of those cells consisting of trillions of atoms, that those atoms have been around since the very beginning of “time” itself.
They are made of stuff billions of years old.
They daily eat atoms. They drink them. They breathe them. They use those atoms to continue their lives. They absorb some of them into their being, use them to create new cells. They are the very stuff of life, these tiny universes.
I ask them to think of this: That they are recycling atoms that have been carrot or potato or olive or chicken. Before that, those atoms were soil or rock or water or sunshine. Before that they were dinosaur or forest tree or the heart of a star. They were the wind. They were the atoms that registered the sensation of the wind on the leaf of the grape vine from which their Mom made the dolmades they just ate.
Everything they look at is made of them, they are “reality” as perceived by the woefully inadequate senses we humans have to exist with.
Each atom is mostly emptiness, but the reality that our senses perceive appears real because there is an agreement between these atoms that this should appear to be so.
.
I ask the kids to consider: Trillions upon trillions of these tiny universes, each full of enough energy to flatten vast cities, make up their being. Timeless, ageless, eternally present, everything is made of them, including the consciousnesses that understand that they are there.
I tell them that we think we understand, via experimentation, that when we take a part of an atom, move it some distance, then affect another part of that atom that both parts react simultaneously.
Ignoring the baloney about the speed of light.
That there is a connection there that is currently inexplicable.
Being Greek, being aware that their forebears invented philosophy, even invented the word philosophy, they take this stuff on board and go “hmmm”.
Then we do some exercises with irregular verbs.
Do you want to know where Aktina and I understand our consciousness is?
Right there, because there is no other place.
Meaning that everything we understand, including thought itself, is crafted by what we are created of, is made of these timeless, ageless, non-discriminatory energy forms.
I just ate a banana made of these things. They had previously been sunlight or water or nutrients in the soil or manufactured chemical. I’ll convert that stuff into fat, most probably. Some of it I will shit or piss or perspire away and those atoms will begin another journey.
We smoked some of them.
They entered our mind.
And we thought that maybe these atoms are god, the bits and pieces of one vast entity of thought, and so god IS the universe in this way.
And by deduction we must be part of that whole, being made of that stuff.
Not “I AM’, not Yahweh, but We Are.
We guess that’s what we mean by “oneness”.
You and we, dear reader, are made of the same stuff.
It’s been around a long time.
Everything else is detail.
We Are One.
Does that explain it?
Does that explain why ideas of race or nation or skin colour or which soccer team we support are insignificant?
Love to you, part of our family, part of us,
Olive Farmer and Aktina Pempti.
Xxx xxx xxx
Our advice for the day: Watch the skies. Beware deceivers.
Sunday, 16 June 2013
Icke, the poor guy, begging for your loot...
This is a quote from the Icke site, appealing for more than the 139,000 pounds he has had donated in about a week:
"I am working for nothing and will continue to work for nothing but we need your support to make this happen on the scale that I envisage and the scale that will make the difference in global public awareness. To compete with the voice of suppression the voice of freedom must have a technological match.
The people with little who have given what they can have got us this far. Now where are those for whom a sizable donation is nothing?
I say to those people - put up or shut up."
Icke's Wembley arena sellout (good word) will have raked in 600,000 pounds plus book and dvd and t-shirt sales. Who knows how much he takes in regular donations, ad revenues, commissions on referred sales, book sales, MAINSTREAM TV appearances (hmmm), other speaking engagements etc.
I guess Icke himself is one of those "for whom a sizeable donation is nothing"
Maybe he should put up or shut up?
It reminds me of the regular Alex Jones money bombs.
We earn 700 euro a month, our choice, pay no taxes (our philosophy), and have had 0 in donations this year. That's fine.
What isn't fine is to see rich folks pretending to fight TPTB and asking for your money to expand their businesses and consequently make themselves even richer.
I wonder how many followers of Icke are as poor financially as we are and yet have stumped up, perhaps going without to do so?
The masters always insist that their agents produce money. Money is the root of all evil (forget "love of money is the root of all evil") and its amassing is the measuring stick by which the servants of the masters are assessed.
Increasingly, these bastards of the false opposition make us truly sick.
We forgive them.
They truly do not know what they do.
Let's try this:
We will launch a worldwide TV station next week!!!
We just need 100,000.
No, sorry, not 100,000. Now it's 300,000.
C'mon folks, dig deep. We need to fight the masters on equal terms.
There's just one week.
It'll be called "False Opposition News" and will be full of fragmentary stuff designed to make you weary and feel powerless plus make you angry every day. It'll be great.
Donate NOW, you poor buggers, so we can pay our buddies to self-promote.
We'll call it "THE REPTILE'S VOICE"
For fuck's sake, people fall for this snake-oil salesmanship all the time. Icke and Jones etc etc are just like those bastard millionaire preachers the US of Arse is full of.
Have you noticed we keep swearing lately?
Wonder why.
Aktina and Olive, in vitriolic mood.
300,000 remember. By next week. We'll keep you updated.
xxx xxx xxx
"I am working for nothing and will continue to work for nothing but we need your support to make this happen on the scale that I envisage and the scale that will make the difference in global public awareness. To compete with the voice of suppression the voice of freedom must have a technological match.
The people with little who have given what they can have got us this far. Now where are those for whom a sizable donation is nothing?
I say to those people - put up or shut up."
Icke's Wembley arena sellout (good word) will have raked in 600,000 pounds plus book and dvd and t-shirt sales. Who knows how much he takes in regular donations, ad revenues, commissions on referred sales, book sales, MAINSTREAM TV appearances (hmmm), other speaking engagements etc.
I guess Icke himself is one of those "for whom a sizeable donation is nothing"
Maybe he should put up or shut up?
It reminds me of the regular Alex Jones money bombs.
We earn 700 euro a month, our choice, pay no taxes (our philosophy), and have had 0 in donations this year. That's fine.
What isn't fine is to see rich folks pretending to fight TPTB and asking for your money to expand their businesses and consequently make themselves even richer.
I wonder how many followers of Icke are as poor financially as we are and yet have stumped up, perhaps going without to do so?
The masters always insist that their agents produce money. Money is the root of all evil (forget "love of money is the root of all evil") and its amassing is the measuring stick by which the servants of the masters are assessed.
Increasingly, these bastards of the false opposition make us truly sick.
We forgive them.
They truly do not know what they do.
Let's try this:
We will launch a worldwide TV station next week!!!
We just need 100,000.
No, sorry, not 100,000. Now it's 300,000.
C'mon folks, dig deep. We need to fight the masters on equal terms.
There's just one week.
It'll be called "False Opposition News" and will be full of fragmentary stuff designed to make you weary and feel powerless plus make you angry every day. It'll be great.
Donate NOW, you poor buggers, so we can pay our buddies to self-promote.
We'll call it "THE REPTILE'S VOICE"
For fuck's sake, people fall for this snake-oil salesmanship all the time. Icke and Jones etc etc are just like those bastard millionaire preachers the US of Arse is full of.
Have you noticed we keep swearing lately?
Wonder why.
Aktina and Olive, in vitriolic mood.
300,000 remember. By next week. We'll keep you updated.
xxx xxx xxx
Thursday, 13 June 2013
Dream another world
There are some that realise they are on a journey.
They look forward, seeking the journey’s end.
There are some that feel they are on a mission.
They look around, seeking threats and pitfalls.
There are some that live to fulfil false duty.
They look backwards.
There are many that are in stasis.
They do not look.
It is only in looking forward that hope might be found, and so the hopes of humanity rest with those who are on the journey.
It would be better to hold their hands.
A person’s oblivion as a physical being is an illusion.
It is the consciousness that exists, and that consciousness is an eternity, an infinity.
Death of the corporeal entity is a process of recycling. Made of atoms, we are reduced to atoms, to substances, that are absorbed by other life forms, by the roots of trees, by the ants and maggots that in turn die and are reduced. We are temporarily constructed from the idea of matter using recycled atoms that are billions of years old. Made of this stuff of the universe, becoming again the stuff of the universe, forming and reforming into different entities time and time again.
We have been tree and grass. We have been mammoth. We have been stone. We have suffered the erosion of wind and rain and have been both wind and rain. We have dwelt in the heart of stars, and roared with vitality. We have always existed, the parts that make our whole have been here since the beginning.
And we remember it all.
We have learned from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil.
We know that both reside within this imaginary construct we currently think of as “I”.
We daily choose good, though understanding that evil is available to us, is a matter of choice.
A matter of will.
We understand that will is the whole of the thing.
That reality is a construct of will.
That the world is what we dream it to be in this illusion.
And that we can dream another world.
Hold our hands in LOVE.
Olive Farmer & Aktina Pempti
Xxx xxx xxx
The olive tree is bathed in a ray of light that squeezes through the valley as the sun rises, like a stage performer illumined by the spotlights. Count those beams and see that it is the fifth ray that lights up the olive tree. Both the ray and the tree play their part, one bringing energy from its deep roots, the other from its cosmic presence. Here in Crete such things have long been, and in such marvels can be found hope, the hope born of roots given strength by light.
Dream, brothers and sisters.
Dream another world.
They look forward, seeking the journey’s end.
There are some that feel they are on a mission.
They look around, seeking threats and pitfalls.
There are some that live to fulfil false duty.
They look backwards.
There are many that are in stasis.
They do not look.
It is only in looking forward that hope might be found, and so the hopes of humanity rest with those who are on the journey.
It would be better to hold their hands.
A person’s oblivion as a physical being is an illusion.
It is the consciousness that exists, and that consciousness is an eternity, an infinity.
Death of the corporeal entity is a process of recycling. Made of atoms, we are reduced to atoms, to substances, that are absorbed by other life forms, by the roots of trees, by the ants and maggots that in turn die and are reduced. We are temporarily constructed from the idea of matter using recycled atoms that are billions of years old. Made of this stuff of the universe, becoming again the stuff of the universe, forming and reforming into different entities time and time again.
We have been tree and grass. We have been mammoth. We have been stone. We have suffered the erosion of wind and rain and have been both wind and rain. We have dwelt in the heart of stars, and roared with vitality. We have always existed, the parts that make our whole have been here since the beginning.
And we remember it all.
We have learned from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil.
We know that both reside within this imaginary construct we currently think of as “I”.
We daily choose good, though understanding that evil is available to us, is a matter of choice.
A matter of will.
We understand that will is the whole of the thing.
That reality is a construct of will.
That the world is what we dream it to be in this illusion.
And that we can dream another world.
Hold our hands in LOVE.
Olive Farmer & Aktina Pempti
Xxx xxx xxx
The olive tree is bathed in a ray of light that squeezes through the valley as the sun rises, like a stage performer illumined by the spotlights. Count those beams and see that it is the fifth ray that lights up the olive tree. Both the ray and the tree play their part, one bringing energy from its deep roots, the other from its cosmic presence. Here in Crete such things have long been, and in such marvels can be found hope, the hope born of roots given strength by light.
Dream, brothers and sisters.
Dream another world.
Tuesday, 11 June 2013
Here they come.....masters of wisdom. Er, you decide..
Can you imagine the pompous strutting and posturing, the settling of debts, the exercise of power these two fifth column tosspots would give us if ever they were behind a "revolution".
Thankfully, they are about as charismatic as clean trainers.
Did you see how the edit went, so as to give us a chant of the mantra, but with no mention this time of Zion?
Answer me this: Are they the best that Humanity can do to lead this evolution?
And ask yourself this:: Is it not obvious what these people are?
Look carefully at them, this Icke and this Jones. Alas, we suspect them of mischief of the very worst kind.
Playing Solitaire.
Your life is of your own creation.
You are in possession at all times of the on-off switch to existence.
Your life is made up of that choice first, you are each moment choosing to live, and then all the other choices that have formed the protective exterior you have built in order to keep on living and to keep your self, your inner self, in the game.
To survive.
We are all of us the same.
Most of us are miserable because of the choices we have been forced to make.
The root cause of that misery is the knowledge that we aren’t free.
That there are things that are outside of our control that force us to do things we otherwise wouldn’t.
We feel powerless to change our own reality.
The result is that we feel a depth of shame that is fundamental, that is so strong that few dare look it in the face.
You see, we never visit the child-soul that was within us, for shame of what we have become.
We could not bear the righteous indignation, could not bear to be called coward, liar, thief, worse.
Many people pretend it’s not there, this inner self, this beautiful trusting entity.
Some deny its existence, this true humanity.
This is not by accident.
The reality that has shaped your life is designed to cause you to forget what it is to be human.
There have been times and places when we lived amongst one another true to that inner humanity, in harmony with our earth, largely in harmony with each other.
Somehow we lost that beauty.
You will know that the loss of such innocence has been no accident, just as you understand how the nightmare woven around us now is the product of careful planning in the depths of Tavistock.
Understand that the intricacy of planning that goes into shaping reality is always of its time. As we humans have evolved, so with us is evolving our ability to get in touch with each other, so the plan has had to encompass that emergence of the hive mind.
The hive mind has been emerging for some time.
We are learning each others languages like never before. We are developing tools to translate and otherwise open doors of understanding. Like never before we are connecting to each other in different ways, our masters sometimes having to run to catch up but mostly being well ahead of the game.
Most people can’t get their head around the depth of this current episode of the mind-fucking soap opera called existence, of the intricacy of its structuring, that an entirely new reality has been crafted over the past couple of centuries that renders modern humans as different from our forebears as their forebears were to apes.
If you believe in the Darwinists proposition.
You see, our masters have known for some time that one day we would be able to speak to each other.
And that in that speaking would discover some common ground.
A basic set of moral beliefs and attitudes shared by all.
Do you see how close we are to this now?
That could be just a moment away for our species, that prize.
It is for this reason our masters are creating chaos. To distract us. To seize the head of the phoenix rising that is the new, hived humanity.
This is the story they told in their Olympic ceremonies. How they have shaped reality, enfeebled our species, dirtied our planet, sickened our children, seized the head of the phoenix rising and with their magick ushered in their new world order and stolen ours.
This is their creed.
Perhaps their grip over us is so complete that their hands have rested easy on the reins for millennia. And perhaps once before we found that we could speak with each other, and had to be destroyed for that. And maybe that’s always happened.
Babylon rising.
Atlantis rising.
A clever, hived humanity rising.
In that rising we will discover love and understand it for the guiding principle to existence it is, to survival, to the inner human beings we all are.
This outcome is an inevitability, is the only possible outcome if we ask each other what we really want.
That is why the stakes are high.
And if you don’t believe for a minute that humanity could suddenly discover itself rising from the ashes of this reality and founding a new civilisation based on love and trust and forgiveness…….then ask yourself: Why not?
Ask yourself what has conditioned you to think so badly of other human beings.
To sever your connection with them.
To pit you against them in the struggle we call life.
What you are and what you think is the product of this reality. This reality is shaped by an interplay of forces, of politics and nation and religion and money and education and information input and talk. The talk is controlled by the input of data from the other areas. There have been unseen hands on those levers for centuries. This we now know, though their identity is debatable.
And is irrelevant.
You see, the evolutionary urge is upon us right now and this is a force that will BE, though most doubt it. It is the next stage in the survival of our species and is unavoidable. We know we have to change what we are doing. We are each of us asking inside ourselves what possible redeemer can save us, and that redeemer is within us all already, and is waiting to step into the light. This is true of each one of us.
It is unstoppable, this urge to survive and its logical outcome.
Only the bad guys and their deceptions and deceivers can stop us now. They are doing much to precipitate this process, to arouse and direct this surge, to control it as you might a river in flood, damming here, reinforcing there, digging new channels.
Do you see in what interesting times we live?
We are a moment away from an awakening.
And from that moment, everything will be fine.
Imagine, set free, what reality we might build for ourselves.
Do what you can.
Love.
Olive Farmer and Aktina Pempti
We see from our mountain how the shepherds guide their flocks to pastures of the shepherds choosing, yet the sheep believing they are for the most part free. It is a timeless image.
Thursday, 6 June 2013
Dumb and Dumber......
Dumb and Dumber Fucks.
It’s not often that we get insulting, being well aware of our own inadequacies and shortcomings, well aware of the wrongs we have done and sometimes still do.
But let’s face it: most of the human race are as dumb as a dumb thing, even the ones that seem to be remotely intelligent.
Let’s take an example or two:
Oncologists that refuse to look at any treatment that doesn’t rely on killing the patient they are supposed to be curing, believing everything the drug companies and the controlled medical establishment tells them. Mostly they watch their “patients” die, yet lack the moral courage and intellectual bravura to seek out and try alternatives to the monstrous wrongs and awful pain and ignominious ends they inflict on their patients.
Several of which have been folks I love.
Dumb cowards.
Judges that conduct whitewashing pseudo “enquiries” into anything the powers want covering up, knowing that in doing so they help to create a society where real justice does not exist except for the petty criminal and that such a besmirched society is where their descendants will live and in which, one day, those descendants will suffer themselves such injustice.
Dumb, senseless bastards.
Policemen that mete out violence, pumped up with steroids, hiding behind their uniforms, compensating for their small penises and low-brow intellect and childhood embarrassment by kicking the shit out of whomsoever they like, knowing that they can get away with murder, enjoying their pathetic power, puffed up baton wielding car-park attendants (sorry to the real car-park attendants) waiting for their fat pensions and never once having the moral courage to look themselves in the eye and admit what they are.
Most are divorced by their spouses, not because of the job but because of what they are:
Dumb fucks.
Members of political parties that believe the slime-balls that run their respective outfits. Soon, these will be the only dumb fuckers still voting in the mockery we call democracy.
These dumb wankers believe we should vote so as to “exercise our power as citizens”.
Santa Claus still comes down their chimney, I guess.
If they say the right things they slip up the greasy pole and get minor improvements in their conditions of slavery and a few baubles and the belief that they are important somehow. Maybe if they are very good they’ll get to molest some kiddies, which seems to be the bauble most valued by the power elite. The “believers” in the fringe parties are equally bamboozled dumb shits. Usually young and impressionable, the “cause” burns them up and spits them out. Sometimes, when the power deems it advisable, such a fringe party will gain power. Then the fireworks are set off, the gas ovens prepared, the mental institutions opened for “non-believers”, the Stasi and SS type organisations moved into action to “protect” the “glorious revolution” and the new “freedom” in which the free thinkers have to lose their “freedom” for the sake of the “majority”.
Little dumb twats controlled by Evil little dumb twats.
I needn’t mention the religious dumb fuckers, but I must. The good folks that chuck their hard earned money at the snake oil salesmen and charlatans, that bully and indoctrinate their kids, that get down on their knees and kiss the rings of other human beings in fancy dress, that go on crusades, that follow fatwahs, that have drenched the planet in blood for thousands of years, that believe God speaks to them via some old book or other that has been edited, fucked about with, rewritten, mis-translated a thousand times. All of this, yet they still believe they are “good” and that God will hold the door open for them when they pass into paradise, and that only their God exists and that all the other gods believed in by all the other dumb fuckers are not the one true god.
God help us from this particular version of the dumb bastards that make up most of humanity.
It is not necessary to go on, but just a reference to the truth seekers.
These are dumber than most, because they believe they are smarter, yet are falling for the same bullshit the rest fall for, packaged differently. The same seekers were drawn to the barricades in the French revolution, followed Lenin in the Russian and Mao in the Chinese revolutions, followed Adolf in the nazi farrago, are following who knows what leaders in the chaotic revolutionary turmoil that is the Middle-East right now and will be Europe and America tomorrow.
I fear, come the “revolution”, that these people will cause history itself to draw in breath and stand back in astonishment at the wrongs we can do to each other.
Jews, of course, are being lined up to take the brunt, for whatever reason.
Plus people like us.
Bring it on, we say. We shall not breath fire, contrary to belief, but rather turn the other cheek. You can cut down the olive tree, destroy it with flame, yet the olive tree is what lives beneath, not what lives above the ground. The tree is the root, and within days new green shoots spring forth from destruction and within a few short years bear fruit.
Ask a Palestinian.
What of the burger eating, TV watching, brainwashed zombies that make up most of the western world, or the uneducated factory-slave shanty-town-dwelling folks of the rest of the world? These constitute the majority of humanity. These we need if we are to change the world.
Will they never wake up?
Being too dumb to understand that the world could be different, too grasping (as is the rest of humanity) to realise that things could be better if we learned how to share, too bitter to ever forgive, too stupid to ever forget a wrong.
Dumb, but pitiable, they do not know they do wrong by their indifference and ignorance, are not aware of their power and authority, are the waste product of two millennia of social and genetic engineering, are the dust beneath the heels of history waiting for fate to mould them into the Golems that will forge the new reality.
Only the dawn of a new consciousness will shift them from their slumber.
We await that dawn, and hope every morning to see it, knowing that it must come if the species is to survive.
Do you see how this works, do you see how our masters have organised things?
For those that can think they provide ladders to climb and rabbit holes to bury themselves in, rewarding the conformists and punishing or killing the non-conformists, fabricating realities that are convincing, providing satisfactions for the baser instincts, for greed or lust, for power, for anger, for desire for an easy life, for a sense of superiority, for savagery, for killing.
The more intelligent the human being, the more intricate the reality-shaping necessary to suck them in. Few see beyond the edge of the pyramid of control, so many thousands of years in the building.
For the rest, it is bread (or no bread, and death) and the great circus that is the mind control project. The TV. The internet. Belief. Structure. Order. Control. Law.
Democracy. Fancy dress. Crowns.
Aktina and I watch the ants sometimes, going about their business. We particularly like the very small ones, just 2mm in length, their heads perhaps 0.5mm, their brains obviously miniscule, and yet they are ordered, and yet they are conscious, and yet they make decisions, and they think, and they have free will. We liken their minds to humanity, we see the vastness of the human being’s on-board biological computer and we understand that something has gone wrong somewhere, that something is holding humanity back.
We understand that humanity is dumb only because something is making humanity dumb.
That all the dumb fucks have been made that way.
That it is not their fault.
As our dumbness is not our fault.
Forgive them, for they know not what they do, someone once said. (Probably.)
So please, forgive us too.
And so we must forgive even the worst amongst us, and in that forgiving find forgiveness, and in that forgiveness find salvation, and in that salvation find the future.
And we know that the future will be good.
And that we will be dumb no longer.
And that LOVE is the key to that particular door.
And that the door is in front of us now.
With Love,
Olive Farmer and Aktina Pempti
Xxx xxx xxx
It’s not often that we get insulting, being well aware of our own inadequacies and shortcomings, well aware of the wrongs we have done and sometimes still do.
But let’s face it: most of the human race are as dumb as a dumb thing, even the ones that seem to be remotely intelligent.
Let’s take an example or two:
Oncologists that refuse to look at any treatment that doesn’t rely on killing the patient they are supposed to be curing, believing everything the drug companies and the controlled medical establishment tells them. Mostly they watch their “patients” die, yet lack the moral courage and intellectual bravura to seek out and try alternatives to the monstrous wrongs and awful pain and ignominious ends they inflict on their patients.
Several of which have been folks I love.
Dumb cowards.
Judges that conduct whitewashing pseudo “enquiries” into anything the powers want covering up, knowing that in doing so they help to create a society where real justice does not exist except for the petty criminal and that such a besmirched society is where their descendants will live and in which, one day, those descendants will suffer themselves such injustice.
Dumb, senseless bastards.
Policemen that mete out violence, pumped up with steroids, hiding behind their uniforms, compensating for their small penises and low-brow intellect and childhood embarrassment by kicking the shit out of whomsoever they like, knowing that they can get away with murder, enjoying their pathetic power, puffed up baton wielding car-park attendants (sorry to the real car-park attendants) waiting for their fat pensions and never once having the moral courage to look themselves in the eye and admit what they are.
Most are divorced by their spouses, not because of the job but because of what they are:
Dumb fucks.
Members of political parties that believe the slime-balls that run their respective outfits. Soon, these will be the only dumb fuckers still voting in the mockery we call democracy.
These dumb wankers believe we should vote so as to “exercise our power as citizens”.
Santa Claus still comes down their chimney, I guess.
If they say the right things they slip up the greasy pole and get minor improvements in their conditions of slavery and a few baubles and the belief that they are important somehow. Maybe if they are very good they’ll get to molest some kiddies, which seems to be the bauble most valued by the power elite. The “believers” in the fringe parties are equally bamboozled dumb shits. Usually young and impressionable, the “cause” burns them up and spits them out. Sometimes, when the power deems it advisable, such a fringe party will gain power. Then the fireworks are set off, the gas ovens prepared, the mental institutions opened for “non-believers”, the Stasi and SS type organisations moved into action to “protect” the “glorious revolution” and the new “freedom” in which the free thinkers have to lose their “freedom” for the sake of the “majority”.
Little dumb twats controlled by Evil little dumb twats.
I needn’t mention the religious dumb fuckers, but I must. The good folks that chuck their hard earned money at the snake oil salesmen and charlatans, that bully and indoctrinate their kids, that get down on their knees and kiss the rings of other human beings in fancy dress, that go on crusades, that follow fatwahs, that have drenched the planet in blood for thousands of years, that believe God speaks to them via some old book or other that has been edited, fucked about with, rewritten, mis-translated a thousand times. All of this, yet they still believe they are “good” and that God will hold the door open for them when they pass into paradise, and that only their God exists and that all the other gods believed in by all the other dumb fuckers are not the one true god.
God help us from this particular version of the dumb bastards that make up most of humanity.
It is not necessary to go on, but just a reference to the truth seekers.
These are dumber than most, because they believe they are smarter, yet are falling for the same bullshit the rest fall for, packaged differently. The same seekers were drawn to the barricades in the French revolution, followed Lenin in the Russian and Mao in the Chinese revolutions, followed Adolf in the nazi farrago, are following who knows what leaders in the chaotic revolutionary turmoil that is the Middle-East right now and will be Europe and America tomorrow.
I fear, come the “revolution”, that these people will cause history itself to draw in breath and stand back in astonishment at the wrongs we can do to each other.
Jews, of course, are being lined up to take the brunt, for whatever reason.
Plus people like us.
Bring it on, we say. We shall not breath fire, contrary to belief, but rather turn the other cheek. You can cut down the olive tree, destroy it with flame, yet the olive tree is what lives beneath, not what lives above the ground. The tree is the root, and within days new green shoots spring forth from destruction and within a few short years bear fruit.
Ask a Palestinian.
What of the burger eating, TV watching, brainwashed zombies that make up most of the western world, or the uneducated factory-slave shanty-town-dwelling folks of the rest of the world? These constitute the majority of humanity. These we need if we are to change the world.
Will they never wake up?
Being too dumb to understand that the world could be different, too grasping (as is the rest of humanity) to realise that things could be better if we learned how to share, too bitter to ever forgive, too stupid to ever forget a wrong.
Dumb, but pitiable, they do not know they do wrong by their indifference and ignorance, are not aware of their power and authority, are the waste product of two millennia of social and genetic engineering, are the dust beneath the heels of history waiting for fate to mould them into the Golems that will forge the new reality.
Only the dawn of a new consciousness will shift them from their slumber.
We await that dawn, and hope every morning to see it, knowing that it must come if the species is to survive.
Do you see how this works, do you see how our masters have organised things?
For those that can think they provide ladders to climb and rabbit holes to bury themselves in, rewarding the conformists and punishing or killing the non-conformists, fabricating realities that are convincing, providing satisfactions for the baser instincts, for greed or lust, for power, for anger, for desire for an easy life, for a sense of superiority, for savagery, for killing.
The more intelligent the human being, the more intricate the reality-shaping necessary to suck them in. Few see beyond the edge of the pyramid of control, so many thousands of years in the building.
For the rest, it is bread (or no bread, and death) and the great circus that is the mind control project. The TV. The internet. Belief. Structure. Order. Control. Law.
Democracy. Fancy dress. Crowns.
Aktina and I watch the ants sometimes, going about their business. We particularly like the very small ones, just 2mm in length, their heads perhaps 0.5mm, their brains obviously miniscule, and yet they are ordered, and yet they are conscious, and yet they make decisions, and they think, and they have free will. We liken their minds to humanity, we see the vastness of the human being’s on-board biological computer and we understand that something has gone wrong somewhere, that something is holding humanity back.
We understand that humanity is dumb only because something is making humanity dumb.
That all the dumb fucks have been made that way.
That it is not their fault.
As our dumbness is not our fault.
Forgive them, for they know not what they do, someone once said. (Probably.)
So please, forgive us too.
And so we must forgive even the worst amongst us, and in that forgiving find forgiveness, and in that forgiveness find salvation, and in that salvation find the future.
And we know that the future will be good.
And that we will be dumb no longer.
And that LOVE is the key to that particular door.
And that the door is in front of us now.
With Love,
Olive Farmer and Aktina Pempti
Xxx xxx xxx
Wednesday, 5 June 2013
FRAGMENTATION
Fragmentation.......
Don’t be drawn into the idea that those that rule us divide us so as to keep us weak.
Division is too simple an idea.
Fragmentation, even disintegration are the more appropriate terms.
The internet acts as a magnet for the disenchanted, the mavericks, the truth seekers, those that see the wrongs in the world and yearn for a fairer, more equitable, better world.
What this weapon against consciousness does is fragment that great surge of yearning, that hope, that ambition for a better world into a million shards, dissipating the energy that comes from unity.
Logic dictates that our wonderful species, empowered with the freedom of consciousness, will have as many points of view or opinions as there are members of our amazing clan.
So it is that our masters have ordained that there shall be a million places, offering a million alternatives to draw our energies, that there shall never be just one movement, just one single idea.
They fear most the unity of purpose that could unite our species, for in that unity of purpose, and in that unity of purpose alone, lies our salvation.
Speaking frankly, without a species wide unity of purpose, there is little hope for us.
Our current course and speed, together with the huge momentum of our existing systems of government, money, law, policing, religions and so on, mean that this juggernaut we call existence is very nearly at its terminus.
We cannot believe that this is not apparent to those that rule us.
We must therefore assume that this is their intent.
Once we understand that this termination of our species, or most of it, and the wanton destruction of other life forms across the globe is their intent, we must question what type of creature they are.
Inhumane is a word we have conjured to describe such beings.
One wonders, the truth being such an enigmatic and controlled creature, if that inhumanity is a secret hidden from the rest of us, that indeed there are those who are not human that live amongst, or rather above, the rest of us.
Perhaps one day we will know. But for now, the matter is irrelevant.
To unite humanity is a process we have yet to engage in, despite having the tools at hand to do so.
It can only come through a simplification, a process of distillation, a digging down to the core of our beings to discover what we, as a species, really want.
Only through that process can we discover what we share as a species, what we want for ourselves, what we want for our planet, what we want for our future.
That process can only lead to LOVE.
The idea of LOVE, unburdened by ideas of religion, not directed by political parties, disinterested in money or power, is the single beauty we all of us yearn for.
In this alone lies our unity.
From this alone will we find salvation and an end to this ugly and cruel reality.
From this unity in LOVE can we summon forth the creation of a new reality, the evolution of our species, our graduation into the cosmic whole.
If there is a force we use the term GOD to describe, it knows this.
And waits for us to find this one, simple truth.
With LOVE
Olive Farmer and Aktina Pempti xxx xxx xxx
(As we watch the interaction of people we see the good and the evil co-mingled. The good comes from those that fight against the current reality, the evil from those that use its systems to dominate, to cheat, to better their own circumstances at cost to others, to do harm and take pleasure from that. The latter, though far fewer in number, have their hands at every level on the levers of power.
We see groups attempt to seize control of those levers.
They are always led by the latter type of human being, and therefore represent no change.
We understand that change will come only if the levers of power lose their strength, their ability to control humanity.
We understand that those levers are politics, religion, money, force, fear, status, greed, anger, the control of thought and consciousness and so on.
We understand that these things are history, that they are not humanity’s future.
We understand that humanity can simply walk away from these control structures, can set each other truly free, simply by uniting in LOVE.
And we too wait for humanity to find this one, simple truth.
And We Understand there is little time.)
Don’t be drawn into the idea that those that rule us divide us so as to keep us weak.
Division is too simple an idea.
Fragmentation, even disintegration are the more appropriate terms.
The internet acts as a magnet for the disenchanted, the mavericks, the truth seekers, those that see the wrongs in the world and yearn for a fairer, more equitable, better world.
What this weapon against consciousness does is fragment that great surge of yearning, that hope, that ambition for a better world into a million shards, dissipating the energy that comes from unity.
Logic dictates that our wonderful species, empowered with the freedom of consciousness, will have as many points of view or opinions as there are members of our amazing clan.
So it is that our masters have ordained that there shall be a million places, offering a million alternatives to draw our energies, that there shall never be just one movement, just one single idea.
They fear most the unity of purpose that could unite our species, for in that unity of purpose, and in that unity of purpose alone, lies our salvation.
Speaking frankly, without a species wide unity of purpose, there is little hope for us.
Our current course and speed, together with the huge momentum of our existing systems of government, money, law, policing, religions and so on, mean that this juggernaut we call existence is very nearly at its terminus.
We cannot believe that this is not apparent to those that rule us.
We must therefore assume that this is their intent.
Once we understand that this termination of our species, or most of it, and the wanton destruction of other life forms across the globe is their intent, we must question what type of creature they are.
Inhumane is a word we have conjured to describe such beings.
One wonders, the truth being such an enigmatic and controlled creature, if that inhumanity is a secret hidden from the rest of us, that indeed there are those who are not human that live amongst, or rather above, the rest of us.
Perhaps one day we will know. But for now, the matter is irrelevant.
To unite humanity is a process we have yet to engage in, despite having the tools at hand to do so.
It can only come through a simplification, a process of distillation, a digging down to the core of our beings to discover what we, as a species, really want.
Only through that process can we discover what we share as a species, what we want for ourselves, what we want for our planet, what we want for our future.
That process can only lead to LOVE.
The idea of LOVE, unburdened by ideas of religion, not directed by political parties, disinterested in money or power, is the single beauty we all of us yearn for.
In this alone lies our unity.
From this alone will we find salvation and an end to this ugly and cruel reality.
From this unity in LOVE can we summon forth the creation of a new reality, the evolution of our species, our graduation into the cosmic whole.
If there is a force we use the term GOD to describe, it knows this.
And waits for us to find this one, simple truth.
With LOVE
Olive Farmer and Aktina Pempti xxx xxx xxx
(As we watch the interaction of people we see the good and the evil co-mingled. The good comes from those that fight against the current reality, the evil from those that use its systems to dominate, to cheat, to better their own circumstances at cost to others, to do harm and take pleasure from that. The latter, though far fewer in number, have their hands at every level on the levers of power.
We see groups attempt to seize control of those levers.
They are always led by the latter type of human being, and therefore represent no change.
We understand that change will come only if the levers of power lose their strength, their ability to control humanity.
We understand that those levers are politics, religion, money, force, fear, status, greed, anger, the control of thought and consciousness and so on.
We understand that these things are history, that they are not humanity’s future.
We understand that humanity can simply walk away from these control structures, can set each other truly free, simply by uniting in LOVE.
And we too wait for humanity to find this one, simple truth.
And We Understand there is little time.)
Tuesday, 28 May 2013
Don't Panic
It is hard for many to believe that we can achieve what is in our potential to achieve. We have each of us grown up in this reality, each learned through the interactions we have had with other human beings to be careful with our trust. All have been untrustworthy, at some stage. Most of us have experienced rage, many have hit out, most have some buried shame, too deep and bitter to recall. Only small children, babies, are as trusting as we should all be of each other. Even then, many parents unsettle that trust early on.
The relentless steady measure of the media and of education fills our consciousness with the vastness of our capability to harm one another. We are being trained to consider ourselves unworthy, a threat, mindless zombies who will destroy the world.
Unclean, we cower each in our own sanctuary if we are lucky, tinged with an extra fear if we are not.
And we hope.
Now that the internet has created a new truth constituency we are steadily being conditioned to rest our strategy on that hope, so that hope is all that can be seen, not plans, not organisation, just hope.
And that hope can only be corralled and turned into power if charismatic leadership emerges, small guys on the world stage leaping to prominence and creating an explosion of “truth”, assuming the mantle of power through disruption.
Imagine if Greece did an Iceland, told the bankers to get out of their country. The Euro collapse would be rapid. Chaos would ensue. Imagine at that time Israel decided to bomb Iran, or to invade Syria or Jordan. World tensions rise towards war.
This, most conspiracy theorists would concur, is such an imminent and plausible scenario that it is almost an expectancy. An expectancy built by the actions of the masters and their stooges in the alternative media.
There might be a hundred different story lines, but all of them point to the same places in the unfolding drama, leading the thinker to wonder where goest we, where are we being taken, and where is the OFF switch?
They are writing the script. All of it.
And as we know, it’s a horror story.
Do you see how this new world order is being shaped? The new myths. The new storyline. Who knows how many million strong these new age believers are already, full of expectancy, let down by 2012, waiting for their new Messiah. Joining the end-times Christians and the preppers and the militias and god knows how many others who pass each day disappointed if some vast world changing event hasn’t occurred, so deep is their belief in change and the strength of their hope.
This is a force created to be devoured, this hope.
Its alternative is despair and a shattered belief in our ability to come good at the end.
And so the millions hope, and will be given an object for that hope, by whatever “magick” their black science possesses.
In that, perhaps, we will maybe too late discover what has been the purpose of chemtrails, having been sold the lie of weather modification. Do you see, we are still being fed a choice of two, but both come from the same hands and yet, having studied conspiracy, most can’t see the most useful conspiracy to have been effected if you wished to transform the world under your power.
To be behind the revolution and behind the collapse that created it, as we have seen so often recently, of course is what you would have sought to do in all those planning meetings all those years ago.
Such is its unfolding, this ugly flower.
Its sap is our consciousness. And it cannot live without sap.
We simply need to withdraw the supply of our energy to them and their systems, feed each other and care for each other and begin to share so that our transformation as a global society can begin, marked by its peace and good order.
We will question all that we do, and find much better ways to do them, and we will set each other free in every way.
For one man, it is a dream.
For a species, it is a duty, for nothing less will do.
Anything less will lead to the destruction we have been told to expect.
The dark shadow hands, dripping venom, have their clawed nails sharpened for the kill right now, their magick working to create that great leap across the Styx that causes young men to arm themselves and to seek to kill. This act is their finale, for they know they must win or lose as our number swells and therefore our collective intelligence, our hived mind, is emerging.
That collective understanding of what we most of us value most, how we most of us believe we should interact with each other, cutting through every political or religious argument or any other argument to the core of what we believe should be the principle on which we operate.
And finding there love.
They are seeking that hived mind themselves, trying to shape it, ready to seize its force to create their New World Order.
We must not let that happen.
What you think of as you is not you. You know that the real you is buried deep inside.
It has to come out sometime, as the alternative is never.
Beware someone doesn’t lure that inner you into another, viler deception, for that is the game that is being played, the control of the global hived mind is the single plan.
Aktina Pempti reminds me of all the good there is in this world and in the universe. She tells me life is the child of the consciousness of everything, and an expression of love in the granting of free will.
The test is if we use that free will to do harm or to love.
And is it good or evil that we serve?
That is for you to decide, fellow travellers.
And others are making that decision for you.
(As if I needed reminding.)
Don’t panic.
Love is close to us now,
Olive Farmer and the Hilarious Aktina Pempti.
Xxx
Xxx
xxx
The relentless steady measure of the media and of education fills our consciousness with the vastness of our capability to harm one another. We are being trained to consider ourselves unworthy, a threat, mindless zombies who will destroy the world.
Unclean, we cower each in our own sanctuary if we are lucky, tinged with an extra fear if we are not.
And we hope.
Now that the internet has created a new truth constituency we are steadily being conditioned to rest our strategy on that hope, so that hope is all that can be seen, not plans, not organisation, just hope.
And that hope can only be corralled and turned into power if charismatic leadership emerges, small guys on the world stage leaping to prominence and creating an explosion of “truth”, assuming the mantle of power through disruption.
Imagine if Greece did an Iceland, told the bankers to get out of their country. The Euro collapse would be rapid. Chaos would ensue. Imagine at that time Israel decided to bomb Iran, or to invade Syria or Jordan. World tensions rise towards war.
This, most conspiracy theorists would concur, is such an imminent and plausible scenario that it is almost an expectancy. An expectancy built by the actions of the masters and their stooges in the alternative media.
There might be a hundred different story lines, but all of them point to the same places in the unfolding drama, leading the thinker to wonder where goest we, where are we being taken, and where is the OFF switch?
They are writing the script. All of it.
And as we know, it’s a horror story.
Do you see how this new world order is being shaped? The new myths. The new storyline. Who knows how many million strong these new age believers are already, full of expectancy, let down by 2012, waiting for their new Messiah. Joining the end-times Christians and the preppers and the militias and god knows how many others who pass each day disappointed if some vast world changing event hasn’t occurred, so deep is their belief in change and the strength of their hope.
This is a force created to be devoured, this hope.
Its alternative is despair and a shattered belief in our ability to come good at the end.
And so the millions hope, and will be given an object for that hope, by whatever “magick” their black science possesses.
In that, perhaps, we will maybe too late discover what has been the purpose of chemtrails, having been sold the lie of weather modification. Do you see, we are still being fed a choice of two, but both come from the same hands and yet, having studied conspiracy, most can’t see the most useful conspiracy to have been effected if you wished to transform the world under your power.
To be behind the revolution and behind the collapse that created it, as we have seen so often recently, of course is what you would have sought to do in all those planning meetings all those years ago.
Such is its unfolding, this ugly flower.
Its sap is our consciousness. And it cannot live without sap.
We simply need to withdraw the supply of our energy to them and their systems, feed each other and care for each other and begin to share so that our transformation as a global society can begin, marked by its peace and good order.
We will question all that we do, and find much better ways to do them, and we will set each other free in every way.
For one man, it is a dream.
For a species, it is a duty, for nothing less will do.
Anything less will lead to the destruction we have been told to expect.
The dark shadow hands, dripping venom, have their clawed nails sharpened for the kill right now, their magick working to create that great leap across the Styx that causes young men to arm themselves and to seek to kill. This act is their finale, for they know they must win or lose as our number swells and therefore our collective intelligence, our hived mind, is emerging.
That collective understanding of what we most of us value most, how we most of us believe we should interact with each other, cutting through every political or religious argument or any other argument to the core of what we believe should be the principle on which we operate.
And finding there love.
They are seeking that hived mind themselves, trying to shape it, ready to seize its force to create their New World Order.
We must not let that happen.
What you think of as you is not you. You know that the real you is buried deep inside.
It has to come out sometime, as the alternative is never.
Beware someone doesn’t lure that inner you into another, viler deception, for that is the game that is being played, the control of the global hived mind is the single plan.
Aktina Pempti reminds me of all the good there is in this world and in the universe. She tells me life is the child of the consciousness of everything, and an expression of love in the granting of free will.
The test is if we use that free will to do harm or to love.
And is it good or evil that we serve?
That is for you to decide, fellow travellers.
And others are making that decision for you.
(As if I needed reminding.)
Don’t panic.
Love is close to us now,
Olive Farmer and the Hilarious Aktina Pempti.
Xxx
Xxx
xxx
Monday, 27 May 2013
Come into my picture.
We rent an old stone cottage that sometimes leaks. It has a yard with a couple of flower beds. It has a rusty gate leading to the narrow way where honeysuckle crowds around and greets the visitor with scent for three months. It has our treasure, a sixty-five year old Jasmine that flowers and suffuses with scent our lives from June until December.Our landlord never passes without a gift of something. Of eggs or courgettes or tomatoes or fruit from his orchard. Gifts of apricots and “Thespolla” and grapes. Sometimes at our door a gift of something, grown or made, left anonymously.
According to the government we are poor itinerant labourers, living well under the poverty level.
And yet our lives are full of richness, as you can read.
The sea lies a couple of hundred meters away, over the vegetable gardens and the ruins of the Minoan village.
We can hear goats, bleating their sad refrain, though they should be generally happy.
And where have we heard that before?
..
Eagles and buzzards and Eleanora’s falcons soar overhead. The old farmers go about their business, one turning up every couple of days to tend his vineyard next door to us. In his seventies, groaning with every exertion, with bad knees, he patiently toils for hours in the heat and dust.
He’s friendly.
We pass small time, my hopelessness at Greek probably giving rise to who knows what misinterpretations.
We stare.
We discuss the weather.
Health.
Going unsaid but not needing the saying we share moments of silence, staring at the sea, wondering what has become of us.
He is an honourable man I believe. As I strive myself to be an honourable man, doing no harm, living as far from the false reality as I can, I see how close in their past was that way of life and how its spirit still flows in their veins and lives on in their old music and their dances learned in Granny’s kitchen.
They are a proud people. Not perfect, as none of us are, but for the most part they want only good for you and are, dare I say it, still human. The worst effects of the corporate takeover are yet to be seen here. Few chain stores. People still grow a lot of what they eat or gather food from nature, wild greens and herbs, snails, goats milk from their small herd. Someone knows someone with a boat and so there’s fishing.
Everyone knows someone that makes Raki, the Cretan version of Marc, or hooch, or pocheen or Arrack, quite simply the best bit of booze a smile can get you three free bottles of left at your door.
The making is done with solemnity, and with fire, and with food and with drunkenness and with family and friends together. It has love and pride in it, this spirit. And shared labour. You are supposed to have a licence to employ a still and make Raki.
They banned smoking in tavernas here.
Everyone ignored it.
They insisted on crash helmets.
The wise took the hint. The rest just go without at their peril.
Which is of course their choice.
Too often, here, tragically.
Perhaps if the world were different, they would take more care, our youngsters?
And we would take more care of them.
As we should of our unborn.
There is poverty here, and fear for the future, and bills unpaid and businessmen being hit in the pocket. There’s some begging.
We are afraid, because we all of know the worst is yet to come.
The whole of our species feels this.
We know we can’t go on doing what we’ve been doing.
That little of it makes sense.
The very systems we rely on are designed to prevent us from controlling our destiny together.
It is time to shrug them off.
There is of course a resentment here.
There is a word here they use which refers to the money they had to pay to the Turks when they were occupied. They now apply this word to the payment of anything to the government. The entire nation understands it’s been shafted royally, but of course there is no leadership, no force for good and honesty and honour determined to make life good for people.
Just fringe parties, waiting to pick up the disenchanted.
And the greedy remnants of the old politics here, of sleazy deals passing down through the whole of society, cushy jobs granted, large contracts paid lip-service to and big profits ending up in Switzerland.
Retaining support with graft, with backhanders, dividing the loyalties of their people with tawdry baubles of power and money and pension whilst the great prize of a society built on the foundations of love, that thing we all at our very core desire most, passes us by.
Strangely, we all of us know this.
The old man and I staring at the sea know how close we are as a species to realising the simplicity of living long and living well and of loving and of loving life, and wonder when we might share that understanding and step out of the dream.
And set each other free.
And assume the burden of care for each other.
Your freedom I guarantee, because my freedom relies upon yours.
As a species we need to decide on the fundamentals, anchor our passion and our determination and our collective grunt and mind-power on that vision and simply walk in that direction, walking away from things that contradict that hoped-for place, that place we have to go.
Slowly the world is awakening to the idea that we are endangering everything, that we have become a threat to ourselves and that it need not be so. In fact we are despoiling our world and despair at it and feel helpless about it and by and large we are afraid.
Afraid of each other.
We have forgotten how to share.
Forgotten how to trust and to be trustworthy and to value that thing as highly as we should, it being a virtue of ours. As is generosity. As is caring. As is pity. As is selflessness at its highest. As is the love of fun, the ins and outs of kinship, the bonding and tribalism we find such fun made glorious by the absence of enmity, by the banishing of fear, by setting each other free.
As is love.
Love is all that we want from the world.
Love is all we should give.
When we seek on this internet for ideas about how to share we find the slick visions and packaged dreams made just for us, just for this moment, to draw us into a rabbit-hole.
Someone needs to invent an app.
An app that finds out what we really think, that balances choice with information that comes from the cloud, the input and the thought of the people that care, each time drilling down to a principle, the core principle that underpins the collective thought.
That core will be love, because we must come to the collective wisdom that this is the only way we will survive the peril we are in and step into a future worthy of our species.
A world people of peace and love, fit for the universe, dazzling in its diversity.
That is the hive mind, and it is a force of good, and it is our destiny.
We could adopt a symbol.
Perhaps the last war will be an app war, the war for the collective consciousness of humanity. A battle humanity must win, despite the huge forces targeted at us; the mass media , the systems and organisations and belief shapers, the thought shapers.
If love is not at its core, we must walk away from it.
Seek that inner desire that we dare not show to the world and call it forth, live the life you should live.
Examine all that we do in the light of this consciousness and make our world what it should be for us, its inheritors, that generation that is a breath away from discovering it has its shoulder at the door of history and can, with a shrug, step into a new future.
And if you can read this, this responsibility lies on your shoulders.
Shrug, dear friend.
Shrug now.
As we know, the battle is all about preventing us from coming to this realisation
It is being lost.
The species is awakening, and when they step on to the pathway that leads to truth they are waylaid by the glamour and the glitz of the prepared deception, they that bury the needles of their lies in a haystack of distracting truth.
To prevent a focusing of our intent on our future as a species.
To prevent us from asking ourselves what it is we really want, and then seeing no reason why, if that is what we really want, the world is not ordered so?
We are being distracted. Waylaid. Bamboozled.
I guess we should be ready for more.
Plots are unfolding.
This year the game will ratchet up a few notches.
.
Watch for the announcements from the alternative media. Parties are about to be formed. The next stage of the chaos, no doubt, is close. Daresay they would like to see Icke and Jones elevated to the grand stage. And maybe a few more “Masters of Wisdom” revealed in their networks……
Throw in the evidently planned UFO contact, however they play it, et voila!
The world becomes a Coke advert.
Our fate will be close to being sealed and still we will be divided.
Shouldered aside from our destiny for being stupid.
For fearing each other.
For using fear on each other.
And for allowing there to be a source of that fear, and for not believing what is obvious, and for being distracted.
All seven billion of us.
From what is true.
And there is only one truth, and it is love.
And in it lies our salvation.
Our one way out.
The last cast of the dice.
And I hope a million read this and see that this thing can be done, yet understand that 30 might read it.
So it goes.
In that lies our entire history.
This coming time is an event probably worth travelling through the universe to be a witness at.
Will we make it through the big test, or will we blow it?
We are eating in the restaurant at the end of the universe (thanks, Douglas Adams), have ordered Pizza and Coke and all of us have our collective fingers on a red button that says “FIRE” and are pressing down on it now.
We have become sick of each other, do you see?
.
We are being conditioned to believe we are too many, that there is not enough to go around, that only the fit are worth allowing life, that the sick and the old and the infirm can be helped to find dignity in dying. We are relentlessly conditioned to be wary of each other, living in a false reality that insists that we scrabble and fight for every morsel instead of being easy with each other and working together.
The consequence of dog eat dog is only one dog left alive.
And then that dog will die.
And there will be no more dogs.
And nothing left that can weep, that understands grief, will remain to mourn our ignominious passing into nothingness.
And those watchers will shrug and move on.
We will have failed.
It is on this threshold that we stand, dear friends.
Somehow, somewhere along our path, we have forgotten how to value people, how to judge their worth. We would honour wisdom. We would honour goodness. Now we pay a tithe to that which is wrong and are led to that by people we cannot respect, people we know to be liars, to be greedy.
Worse.
Our so-valued democracies are a sham.
They rely on our belief in the goodness of that which we believe represents our collective force, that if the democratic process is a sham then we as a people are a sham and of course that cannot be so.
In no way could we be the masters of this Titanic ship as it crashes into the iceberg of fate.
And of course we aren’t.
But we are allowing it to be so, by allowing ourselves to be so easily divided.
There is no divide.
There is only love.
And one humanity, having a lot of fun.
Which is of course, is it not, how the world should be?
And the simple job that’s to be done is to make sure we do have our hands on the helm, that the ship of life is pointed in the way we want it to be.
This would probably preclude weapons of mass destruction, and presumably war, and starvation, to begin the list.
Which is long, but do-able.
Do you see?
It just takes everyone to see, and the world will change.
In that moment.
We understand that we mean nothing to those that govern our lives and make the various hells we each live in.
We none of us know we are safe.
We haven\’t given that gift, which is within our power to give to each other, yet.
That is only a matter of time.
The end result of this experiment must end with our species deciding what is good for us, what is good for our world, how much fun we can get out of this experience we call “life”, joining together to walk away from anything that isn’t at its core an act of love.
Only this will be our salvation.
Therefore we must find our way to this place.
And it is, of course, only a step away. A small decision for you to make.
We can be proud again, each of us, and free.
And we can be the good that we conceal from life.
We can let that good free from its prison, sure that the world will not harm it..
And everything will change.
The meek will inherit the world, you see.
And we will fly.
With Love.
Olive Farmer and Aktina Pempti!
Xxx xxx xxx
Friday, 24 May 2013
Psycho Paedo Murderers and the Icke "Amnesty"
You are all aware that the echelons of the powerful are given the magick key which allows them, in return for selling their soul to Lucifer, the glorious prize of being allowed to and helped to do anything they choose to satisfy whatever particular bizarre or unnatural or unspeakable evil they choose in the knowledge that it will never, ever, be punished. This is their prize.
Top of the list is mass murder, as much fun as can be had for the servants of evil. The Brownsville Texas satanic cult massacre and skinning springs to mind, something which “may or may not have happened” according to the grinning psycho butcher Bush. The bloody handed Blair simpers his earnest smile as children, by the many many thousands, die in the middle east whilst Robin Cook and Dr David Kelly, murdered for telling the truth about the lies, spin now voiceless in their graves.
The MSM dare not speak of these things, or more likely are complicit in them, are supping at the devil’s teat themselves, have their own dirty little secrets.
If you visit the Icke section of the global mind control master plan you will, of course, realise that there is so much of this sickness it beggars belief. You will also realise that the Icke figurehead is afforded the unique privilege of being able to say that Ted Heath was a child murdering paedophile, that the Queen eats children, to name and shame many of the powerful and yet, bizarrely, escape any sort of retribution. No court cases for libel. No sudden heart attacks. No mysterious and unexpected suicide.
The brave crusader, soon to announce the formation of a new political force (to coincide with some planned incident), lives a charmed and well funded life, milking the dumber truth seekers of their hard earned cash, seemingly immune.
Are they scared of him?
Are they fuck.
He’s a good ‘ol boy, working his way up the greasy pole, primed for bigger things in the service of his master as the door swings shut on the human species.
This extract from here ( http://www.chrisspivey.co.uk/?p=8939 ) tells the story in a nutshell:
"Anyway, Andy Capp announced that he had drawn up a list of those who had libelled Nonce McAlpine and was about too commence libel proceedings against the culprits. The list apparently included; 30 grazillion billion million Tweeters, Seventy Ninety unnamed persons, 2 or 3 others, 2 tv stations, 1 Silly Bercow and a partridge in a Yewtree.
I also assume – although it wasn’t actually stated – that an amnesty was granted to us here in the alternative media. I say that because without sounding as if I’m blowing my own trumpet, bearing in mind the fact that I don’t own one, I haven’t heard a fucking dickie bird, let alone received a letter of intent from Andy Capp, or whatever the fuck his name is.
I find that strange because I’m pretty positive McAlpine has heard of me. And, to be fair, I did say a lot, lot worse about him than what the Tweeters did.
Course,I suppose that McAlpol could have been pretending that he hadn’t heard of me – though god knows why he would with such a watertight case. Never the less, no one could possibly believe that he hadn’t heard of David Icke.
David, as I’m sure I don’t need to tell you, probably has more visitors to his site per day than the combined number of those following the 30 grazillion billion million Tweeters who allegedly libelled McAlpine… And David didn’t get a handy Andy letter either. Now, since David also published on his site all of the extremely libellous things that I called McAlpine… It kinda blows any excuse for Andy Capp not sending me a letter out of the water, don’t cha think.
Therefore, since David, Myself and a handful of others in the AM, who cast dispersions on the good Lords name didn’t get a letter, there must have been an amnesty? Fair comment?
Never the less, the 2 TV stations, who on the other hand, didn’t name McAlpine as being a nonce. And, who I best not name in case I get solicited, paid the good Lord a combined total of over 300 hundred grand to ease the pain he was caused by not being named in the first place."
So, as the tattooed hero and hard looking “just any bloke you might know” Spivey points out, Saint David and himself and a handful of others (including, say, this “person” http://aangirfan.blogspot.gr/2013/05/revolution.html ) must be enjoying some sort of “amnesty”.
Odd, that.
Aktina Pempti and the Olive Farmer sit atop the mountain looking out across the sea here in Crete, watching the chemtrails get turned on as the planes approach the island, then witness from this lofty vantage point the planes swing around and come back to seed the sky with the metals that are readying humanity to receive the voice of their god.
From a high place, it is possible to see a long way.
Fear nothing.
There is good out there.
Beware deceivers.
Love will come.
Olive Farmer and Aktina Pempti
Xxx
Xxx
xxx
Top of the list is mass murder, as much fun as can be had for the servants of evil. The Brownsville Texas satanic cult massacre and skinning springs to mind, something which “may or may not have happened” according to the grinning psycho butcher Bush. The bloody handed Blair simpers his earnest smile as children, by the many many thousands, die in the middle east whilst Robin Cook and Dr David Kelly, murdered for telling the truth about the lies, spin now voiceless in their graves.
The MSM dare not speak of these things, or more likely are complicit in them, are supping at the devil’s teat themselves, have their own dirty little secrets.
If you visit the Icke section of the global mind control master plan you will, of course, realise that there is so much of this sickness it beggars belief. You will also realise that the Icke figurehead is afforded the unique privilege of being able to say that Ted Heath was a child murdering paedophile, that the Queen eats children, to name and shame many of the powerful and yet, bizarrely, escape any sort of retribution. No court cases for libel. No sudden heart attacks. No mysterious and unexpected suicide.
The brave crusader, soon to announce the formation of a new political force (to coincide with some planned incident), lives a charmed and well funded life, milking the dumber truth seekers of their hard earned cash, seemingly immune.
Are they scared of him?
Are they fuck.
He’s a good ‘ol boy, working his way up the greasy pole, primed for bigger things in the service of his master as the door swings shut on the human species.
This extract from here ( http://www.chrisspivey.co.uk/?p=8939 ) tells the story in a nutshell:
"Anyway, Andy Capp announced that he had drawn up a list of those who had libelled Nonce McAlpine and was about too commence libel proceedings against the culprits. The list apparently included; 30 grazillion billion million Tweeters, Seventy Ninety unnamed persons, 2 or 3 others, 2 tv stations, 1 Silly Bercow and a partridge in a Yewtree.
I also assume – although it wasn’t actually stated – that an amnesty was granted to us here in the alternative media. I say that because without sounding as if I’m blowing my own trumpet, bearing in mind the fact that I don’t own one, I haven’t heard a fucking dickie bird, let alone received a letter of intent from Andy Capp, or whatever the fuck his name is.
I find that strange because I’m pretty positive McAlpine has heard of me. And, to be fair, I did say a lot, lot worse about him than what the Tweeters did.
Course,I suppose that McAlpol could have been pretending that he hadn’t heard of me – though god knows why he would with such a watertight case. Never the less, no one could possibly believe that he hadn’t heard of David Icke.
David, as I’m sure I don’t need to tell you, probably has more visitors to his site per day than the combined number of those following the 30 grazillion billion million Tweeters who allegedly libelled McAlpine… And David didn’t get a handy Andy letter either. Now, since David also published on his site all of the extremely libellous things that I called McAlpine… It kinda blows any excuse for Andy Capp not sending me a letter out of the water, don’t cha think.
Therefore, since David, Myself and a handful of others in the AM, who cast dispersions on the good Lords name didn’t get a letter, there must have been an amnesty? Fair comment?
Never the less, the 2 TV stations, who on the other hand, didn’t name McAlpine as being a nonce. And, who I best not name in case I get solicited, paid the good Lord a combined total of over 300 hundred grand to ease the pain he was caused by not being named in the first place."
So, as the tattooed hero and hard looking “just any bloke you might know” Spivey points out, Saint David and himself and a handful of others (including, say, this “person” http://aangirfan.blogspot.gr/2013/05/revolution.html ) must be enjoying some sort of “amnesty”.
Odd, that.
Aktina Pempti and the Olive Farmer sit atop the mountain looking out across the sea here in Crete, watching the chemtrails get turned on as the planes approach the island, then witness from this lofty vantage point the planes swing around and come back to seed the sky with the metals that are readying humanity to receive the voice of their god.
From a high place, it is possible to see a long way.
Fear nothing.
There is good out there.
Beware deceivers.
Love will come.
Olive Farmer and Aktina Pempti
Xxx
Xxx
xxx
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