Monday, 27 February 2012

Pass this on.

People assume they are born with a personality, that what they later come to think of as “I” was there from the start.
It wasn't.
The mind human beings are born with is a blank canvas, wrapped around the pure love that is the centre of our being.
You can see this, almost reach out and touch it, as the new-born baby gazes into the eyes of its mother.
The baby's eyes are not yet fully formed and cannot focus, yet it is able to communicate, both to give and receive pure love.
You can see this connecting beam of love energy, though not with your eyes.
It is the essence of humanity.
The thing we have lost.
It is human nature.

Second by second, hour by hour the experiences the child receives act as input data, forming and shaping the program that becomes the ego, makes “I”, the observer of this experience we call life.
It forms the connections between the neurons as the brain grows, shaping the understanding of what the child has to deal with.

We become the product of the reality we experience, as do those around us, measure and judge all input data against the reality we have formed, pass the shape and form of that reality on to those around us and eventually to our own children.

And all that time the core essence of love is pushed further and further into the recesses of our being as the reality we live through moulds us.

So it is that we learn fear, give and receive this terrible instrument of our torment, the weapon that sits at the heart of every system of control ever known. Naturally, it is the “I” that gives and receives this hurt, the ego that ever struggles to maintain its control over the biological mechanism we call our bodies.

Watch a child grow and you witness this process, see the instinctive love and giving diminish as reality imposes its harsh lessons and ego begins to dominate.

This process advances at varying speeds, according to the life experienced, the quantity and quality of love received, though it is almost unknown for a human being born of love to escape the process altogether and emerge into adulthood a creature of love.

When such humans come, the rest of us tend to kill them.
In fact, we always kill them.

Every human being exists in their own reality, for every life is different, but together we share one home and, now that we have “advanced” enough to create systems of assured mutual destruction, it behoves us to examine what we have done with our planet and done to each other and to consider our future as a species.

This is an inevitable process, and it is now our duty.
Our survival depends on it.
This is that time, that time that deep down each of us knew must one day come.
It is the reckoning.

Humanity is coming of age and our family is vast, our technology advancing at an astonishing pace. In effect, we are collectively evolving and that pace of advance means that we need to re-assess much of what we do and see if together we can find a better way forward.
Or have no way forward at all.

This examination of our reality is a journey that many millions, perhaps soon billions of our species are making.

It is the reason you are reading this.
The reason someone who loves you sent you the link to this page.

As the world teeters on the edge of catastrophe, the catastrophe that all but the blindly ignorant can perceive is unfolding, more and more of us are seeking the reasons for this calamitous state of affairs.

We wonder how it is that so much of our planet, so many of our family are engaged in bloodshed?
We wonder what lunacy has led us to stockpile weapons of mass destruction?
We ask how it is that every nation on earth can be in debt, and ask to whom?
We consider our violation of our biosphere, and question how it is that we have allowed ourselves to despoil our planet and glibly continue to do so, passing the ruin to our heirs?

We wonder why it is that we feel powerless to alter things, that the job seems so difficult.

It is because we think of ourselves as “I”.
And we forget that we are “We”.
And so we don't see our power to change things.

There is much that is good in our world, and everything that is good is an act of love.
That much is plain.
There is too much that is bad in our world, and everything that is bad is an act of evil.
This is self evident.
And so the answer lies in shifting the balance.

In fact there is no future at all for our species unless we do, unless we build a reality centred and focused on love.

This is no hippy mantra.
It's fact.
We have no choice.

If we fail in this, armed as we are and behaving as we do, our extinction as a species is inevitable.

Indeed, it could happen tomorrow.

There are still many of us so consumed with “I”, so embattled with the daily struggle, so distracted by minutiae, so willingly or unwillingly ignorant of this circumstance that, to an outside observer, it would seem as if a mass insanity prevails here on this pale blue dot we call home.

And of course it does.

That same observer would witness the systems we have constructed and see how those systems fail our species, see how they benefit so few and kill so many and wonder when we will wake up to the reality of the imminent danger we face and understand how simple it would be to alter this unhappy state of affairs.
It only requires love.
That thing we are each of us born with.

And to start again.

Those many millions of us now that understand this situation, those that are walking the path on behalf of the rest of our family, recognise the historic shift in the tides and affairs of humanity that is under way.
Each day more and more human beings step into the light of this understanding and seek to remedy our world.
Like some beneficial virus our numbers grow each moment.

And one day soon we will reach critical mass.
And on that day, everything will change.
Because it must.

We recognise that the age old systems and beliefs that humanity has allowed to shape the current reality are fighting this virus, that those structures and the few that sit at their pinnacles must stem this swelling tsunami or lose the control they have over us, the control they have over shaping the reality into which each new human being is born.

We understand that we are picking a fight, but overwhelmingly believe that it is a fight that can only be won by love, for violence is a symptom of the very reality we seek to change.
Violence has no place in the future we must build.

Those of our family who do not perceive this great shift in the consciousness of our species see their world slowly crumbling around them and wonder why.
War is stretching its arms across the world.
Revolutions are daily news.
Nations somehow are bankrupted.
The fabric of civilisation is crumbling.
Chaos threatens everywhere.
The future has never seemed so uncertain.

This is no accident.
Nothing happens on the global stage except by design.
Powerful people seek to distract humanity at this critical moment, seek to prevent us discovering our unity and the strength of our common desire for peace, for a life free of fear, for a world free of want, for a new paradigm of existence.
Frankly, they will stop at nothing.
And yet they are so few.

And more and more of our family each day see them for what they are.
And when we most of us see, their power over us will disappear in a moment, for we shall just ignore them.
It will be that simple.

This great moment requires no leaders, no marches, no banners, no riots, no war-planes, no armies, no gulags.
It needs no detail, no theories, no beliefs, no heavenly intervention.
It needs no path to follow other than the path that leads to love, and that path is short for love is within each and every one of us.
It needs no accusing fingers pointed, no lynch mobs, no wreckage, no dispossessions contemplated.

It just needs us to ignore what we no longer require, and to do so together.

The future will find its own way, with love as its guide.

And so, dear friend, do not fear the future.
Just pass this message on.

And remember:
Those that control our current reality also understand that the best way to fight this threat is to lead it. That is their endgame.
That is the deception known as the New World Order.
It's not so clever a trick when you see how its done, nor is it a new trick.

With love, what else,
OLive Farmer.
xxx xxx xxx
Please repost or send a link to someone you love.
(Dedicated to John F from Australia. Thanks for sharing.)

Thursday, 23 February 2012

Do you see it like this?

Serpent. Egg.

We should thank our masters....
They are becoming the instruments of their own demise.

Hatching the phoenix which will devour them.

They have encouraged and designed and lead their own opposition, hoping to capture once more the souls of humanity.
In their new. improved prison.

They are like a drug, many of the leading conspiracy sites, deliberately so.
Their dominant position in the market (for that is what it is) is no accident.
It is by design.
They are the inevitable and well prepared landing place for millions that set out on the journey for truth, taking that first step into the void when the pebble in the shoe becomes too insistent, when the itch just must be scratched, when its time to wake up.

Our masters knew it would come, this dawn of an epoch, and have prepared because they fear it, risking all on these last casts of the dice.

Their “agents of truth”, their “thousand points of light” bombard the innocent with their tales of horror, their mountains of information, their daily instalments of wrong, repeating the tactics of the main stream media, pouring data into the hearts and minds of the truth seeker, obfuscating the single truth with a thousand different things to get angry about, mixing their careful lies in with the blend, shaping the minds, preparing the seedbed for the growth of the new world order that they pretend to despise but represent.

Thank you Tavistock.
It's a clever ruse, worthy of Crowley himself.

But, for the first time, you underestimate the creatures you seek to control.
Because we are evolving.
And the old tricks just won't work.
Though even now it seems that they do.

You have opened Pandora's box and seek to pit your strength against the great tide of history, thinking you can guide humanity into another of your prisons with your deceptions.

And we understand that the next phase of this deception is well under way.
And we know that the game is about to get very much more interesting.
That you are about to add another twist to the rack and increase the torture, driving the herd in the direction you want.

It will work for a while.

We will stampede when you show us your latest magick, when you dazzle us with your hidden science, when you panic us with your blind fury and your mass destruction, when you give us global SHOCK and planetary AWE.

Just about now, most probably.
For our time approaches fast, and the endgame is here.

The collapse of money, therefore trade and exchange, will lead to the mass starvation you plan.
The Iran farrago will spill into the nightmare of violence you plan.
Your pet hate, the jews you despise, will face the next instalment of the holocaust you began centuries ago.
Millions will march.
Billions will cower.
And then your special magick will begin, and your wonders will unfold, and humanity will feel it is waking from the nightmare you are gifting us into a new dawn, the dawn of the time when God will walk amongst us.
A God that you will give us, as you have done so many times before.

And your internet stars will have readied us for this deception.
And we will believe that the nightmare is over, for a while.

You know, “problem, reaction, solution” again.
You even tell us, through your agents, that this is how you control our free will, believing we are so stupid that even in knowledge we are incapable of seeing deception.

But you have erred.

The force which you hope to deceive will prove too strong.
The bad dream you are crafting will not be enough.
The awakening of humanity is above and beyond your schemes and artifice.
It is a force of love with a strength you cannot reckon with.
And, unlikely even to our species as it seems right now, it will overpower you.

We will understand that we can overcome the evil that dwells within us.
We will understand that all we have to do is STOP what we are doing.
We will see our future.
We will know that our future will be built with love.
We will see our destiny.
We will see how easy it is for us to cast you out, that it is only a matter of free will.

And we will see where the answer lives.
That it is within each of us, and always has been.
So near.
So simple.

And this will happen at a moment in time.
Some day soon.
Some day soon we will understand that the evil is not the banksters, not the masons, not the bloodlines of power, not lucifer, none of these enemies you expose to us.

That the answer is not some saviour you prepare for us.

We will see that the evil sits in our own hearts.
And we simply need to cast it out, this parasite.

And this realisation is inevitable.
And nothing you do will prevent it.
The great tide in the affairs of humanity is turning.
Humanity is about to Start Again.
With love.

And so, in anticipation of that moment, can I say farewell to you, dear masters?
You have taken pains to teach us evil.
And now we have knowledge of it we understand how to live without it.
The lesson has been learnt.

You are dismissed.

With love,
Olive Farmer
xxx xxx xxx

And if you do see it like this, please let others share this simple truth.

And this is dedicated to David from Canada, with love, who has sustained us at those times when without sustenance we could not have continued. And who trusts.

Sunday, 19 February 2012

Just one day to change the world.

Truth is a mystery.

Its absence from our lives shrouds our existence and veils our perception, creating the creatures we have become, causing us to hide from each other the beings we are.

Our understanding of our world, and born of that our understanding of ourselves, is the product of our history. Everything that we think we know or believe in stems from what has gone before, on an individual level and at the societal and then the global level.

And all of it is an artifice.
Reality is a lie, built upon a foundation of deception, girded and walled by secrecy, capped by the greatest untruth of them all.

Our every thought, our every action is a construct of this great edifice of untruth, is born of the false reality we exist within. From the basest crime to the most compassionate act everything we do is done within the parameters of this vast and aged deception and is made of it. Every aspect of our lives is governed by it. Every system we have built works within its walls.

What we think of as human nature is its mutant child.

Our science is created by it. Our philosophies and religions built from within its enclosures. Our thoughts and waking dreams shaped by it. Our imaginations constrained by it. Our achievements held back by it.

We are as caged birds, born of a thousand generations of caged birds for whom the world and everything in it exists within the bars of the cage.
That there is nothing else.

But maybe now its time to break free from the cage and see what we can do.

We are grateful for our food and our water, and die if it is forgotten.
We know of no other reality.
And that must change.

As a species, living within this false reality, our short lives are spent repeating in a seemingly endless cycle the mistakes of those that went before us. And so we scratch and tear at each other still as if our survival depended upon it.

It no longer does.
We can do this thing called looking out for each other.

Our ingenuity, slow in its early development, held back by the false reality, is rising now in a crescendo of brilliance as we escape the confining strictures that have worked to limit the speed of our advance. We have the ability and the knowledge to feed, clothe, house and care for all of our burgeoning family. We need no longer fight for survival, for a share.
All we need do is share what we have.

And yet we don't.

Old taught differences divide us still.
Age old enmity fuels today's strife.
Our reality causes us to distrust each other, to despise each other, to fear each other, to bully and torture and kill each other,

This squalid state of affairs prevents our species from living in harmonious and plentiful wonder, denies us the world which should be the harvest of our million years of effort. It is a travesty. It is an injustice.

We have, somehow, allowed ourselves to arrive at the position where our collective lunacy threatens our very survival as a species. We have amassed a vast arsenal of nuclear and chemical and biological weapons of mass destruction. We poison our air and our land and our seas. We poison our bodies. We poison our minds. Nuclear power stations ring the globe like a ticking time bomb. We are, at any moment, only moments away from annihilation.

Any sane and reasonable human being can see the idiocy of this situation, and yet collectively we have watched, with a feeling of helplessness and powerlessness, the prospect of our mutual self-destruction grow daily more likely.

Is this really all that we are capable of?
Is this truly the best that we can do?

Look about you.
LOOK about you.

Every moment of every day is a moment full of a million possibilities.
Will you live, or will that moment be the moment when you die?
You cannot know.

So we live in hope of a further moment.
All of us, save those that have given up.

And for each of us those moments are full of hope.

We hope for our fair share of this experience we call life.
We hope for a life that never knows need.
We hope for a life full of health and vigour.
We hope for love.

And all of us, at some level, understand that love should be what we do.
And that's the truth.
And the way.
And at the end we will find light.
Our light.
Whatever the test.

And there are and will be more great tests, tests we all of us sense approaching.

And it already seems overwhelming and irreconcilable in the world, like we are too far gone down this path to stop.
And its getting worse.
The current flows swifter.
And the way ahead has rocks and eddies and currents in the stream laid before us by the owners of this stretch of water we think of as our planet, where they hope we will capsize. .

And can we see them for what they are, our owners?

And can we ever share one dream, and make that dream what we live, and change what is real?
Shrug them off?

It's a group thing.
We all have to do it.
A flash-mob for the whole of our family.
The first thing we ever do together.
So we better get it right.

For if we can do this, it will mark an end.
And begin the beginning.
And we are lucky to be here for this, for we are the generation that gives birth to this.

We know, all of us know we are committing biosphericide.
We teeter on its edge.
And we are inflicting it upon ourselves, as we are prodded and herded by the fools gold we have been sold as reality.
And we are snarling and biting at each other like dogs in the pit, ready to be released upon one another for their enjoyment.
Those that own us.
Yet again.
And to settle some bets those gentlemen and ladies are having at the table.
After dinner.

We are the true 99%, we that want this change, that yearn for this opportunity that presents itself to us.
And yet, as evidence that all is not as it should be in the world, something prevents us from looking into each others eyes and saying: “Is this what we want, this reality?”

And if the answer is “No!” then ask yourself why it is so, and what needs to be done to change it,
for shouldn't WE be in charge?

And can we shake on that, and make that pact?
One chosen day.

And that, of course, would be an act of love.
And an act of faith.
In each other.
The first step on a long journey.
For the first time all together.
A small step for one human. a giant leap for humanity.

It just takes the understanding that this is all that we need to do, this simple thing.
Look each other in the eye and ask the question.
One day.

Maybe somehow all of us know that we are going to try this crazy experiment one day soon.
All of us doing a particular thing together at an appointed hour.

Whatever happens to distract us, this could still be done..
Whatever fights or squabbles or jealousies or wars we are involved in.

On that day we declare ourselves and our desires for this world.

We need to see if we can do this.
Probably the future depends on it.

A world of trust, where things are as they should be.
As we are capable of making them.
And if we can all conceive of that moment when we can together express our free will then the world is ours.
The past, and the malignancy it has infected us with, can be forgotten.
All of it can be forgiven.
For we knew not what we did.

And when we all see this.
And when understood how powerful we are.
That full of wrong as each of us are, we all know we can do better.
That will be the day that the world changes.
Maybe forever.

Can't we agree on that one thing, and flash-mob the world, and end this ridiculous dark fantasy?

And that moment in time?
Some day, some date, some time?

Possibly that date is already written, for our masters know some great test is coming for them, and have prepared hard for this battle for the future.

You see the results across the globe as they tighten the belt of fear and spread their mayhem.
And all along, maybe, they have known the date....?

For things are building to a head everywhere, in every sphere of life, the threat of chaos broods like a dark cloud of the gathering storm that approaches.
Its murderous wings have swept across the desert countries, and its strong eddies threaten Greece then Italy and Spain and who knows where as the invented dream called money that we are all taught to believe in is exposed for the conjurer's trick it is.

And it is in our controllers plans to suddenly leave us bereft of this fantasy they have created called money.
When they do, they will rob us all of what we have, and ruin our systems such that collapse into chaos must ensue.

They assume that we will tear at each others throats.
And at the moment it seems they're right.
For we are tearing already.

So will we do what they expect and conveniently kill each other, self-cull for their amusement and benefit?
As we have so often been cajoled to do in the past?

Whatever issues you debate know that the very quarry we have in our sights understands how to control communication.
They understand how to frame the reality we are allowed to believe in, to shape the way we think.
It's a kind of Magick.
To make this work, we have to ignore everything and focus on this one thing.
All together.
One day.

And we could debate about justice and peace and liberty and a thousand other wrongs we can set right with a collective will once we agree on one thing.
One word to symbolise the standard we raise in the struggle to take back what is ours.
And to make this place what it should be.
And there can be only one word.

It really is all we need.

Can we see it in time?
I believe so.
I believe in love.
I think I can see it coming.


Choose a date.
It could be that simple......

Olive Farmer
xxx xxx xxx

Thursday, 16 February 2012


Absent the dawn of a new species, the birth of a new consciousness we can barely understand, the interconnected oneness we should maybe expect from our unused brains and our unused DNA, that vast memory bank and incredible computing power that we barely access, absent that miracle of godlike ascension spoken of by those that follow the new age ramblings of luciferians like Icke and Spangler, absent the special events of united consciousness no doubt lined up for us maybe this year by the black science gangsters of the Maitreya fraud scam which will fool most....absent all of this......
what future lies before us?

How can we dream of a better world, a fairer world, a kinder world, a world free of war and violence and greed and Ego? A world where we work for each other and our home rather than a world where we scrabble and scratch and bite and claw for a bigger share than our neighbours?

How can we dream this dream when the evidence of “human nature” is all around us?

How can we dream this dream when the false reality in which we exist has its tentacles so tightly bound around us, its systems so ancient and all pervasive and so entrenched in everything we do that few can see it for what it is, that fewer can see that it must end, that even fewer can rationally conceive of its replacement with something which reflects the beauty of the souls we are born with, that shines with pure love, that is the only way our species can survive and prosper in the new future which we witness birthing and which our masters are seeking to strangle at birth, or rather to mutate into a foul simulacrum of what it should be?

We are at the point of having to navigate our species through the maelstrom of wickedness which we witness unfolding.
We know that this tribulation is intended to draw us into internecine strife spreading across the globe.
We know that it has already begun and that those that perpetrate these grand plans of evil intent are succeeding.
There are no “popular uprisings”, there are no movements of any size and import that do not bear their stamp. From the new age religion through the Arab Spring via the Occupy farrago, the Venus project, Zeitgeist, Thrive, Icke and Jones and a thousand others from all spectra of opinion in every nation their agents and fifth columnists lead and pervert the growing swell that is a shift in the tides of the affairs of our species.

Most of them, naturally, grow rich. They fly around the globe patting each other on the back making videos for the new world order herd that think they are awake but are just hypnotised, blinded by the light.

Each of these elements of deception carry a torch of truth. They speak of a world rid of money, of a commonality of spirit, of sharing, of an end to war, of a new consciousness (born usually of some form of godlike ascension). So clever is this arrangement that there are some out there who point out the same things I do but one from a “christian” bible quoting perspective, the other from a “muslim” koran quoting perspective lead the pack.
Their insight appears to give credence to the lies woven into their old books, books so well designed that any atrocity can be justified, any unfairness deemed right by selection from their “god given” words.

For some, it is difficult to accept the awful truth and incredibly intricate duplicity of this scheme.

Just, I guess, as the Russian peasant, sickle in hand, would have reacted with incredulity and guffaws of laughter if someone had told him or her that their communist leaders had been foisted upon them by the very capitalist bankers they were being taught to despise.
The Nazi would have reached for his pistol if you had suggested that Zionist bankers had funded their Fuhrer. The Londoners would have scoffed if you told them that American luciferians had put in place the monster that was behind the planes that were wrecking their homes, killing their children.
So it goes, this business of truth.
In the end it becomes self evident, but the journey is long.

And so, though most see it not, the turmoil prepared for us and in progress now will give birth to a world revolution born of the “truth” movements.

Like all revolutions there is and will further be violence.
Like all revolutions those involved will believe they do good, only to discover too late that they have been the tool of further, deeper evil.

And the New World Order will be born, with “truth” as its midwife.

And a new “god” and a new “religion” and new “money” and new, “ascended” masters and all manner of weird and wonderful science and gadgets to make people believe they have stepped into a new future when they have in fact been herded into the perfection of a prison that has been two thousand years in the making, designed to milk humanity of its fear and misery for all time.

At least that's the plan.

And the understanding that this plan exists will be the chief cause of its undoing.
And spreading this knowledge becomes crucial.
Against the tide of disbelief.

And know: In a world that at some point will lose its connectivity......
When our masters see fit to dispossess us of the instruments of communication they have placed in our hands and which they currently use to stoke the fires of this coming revolution they've planned for us the world will be plunged into a darkness, a void, a vacuum.
They plan to dispossess us of communication, as any military commander would plan to do, when the time suits them.

So how and why will this knowledge spread?

Deep seated in all of us, even those most afflicted, those most embedded in the false reality there lies the nagging and persistent understanding that there is something deeply wrong with this picture we call reality. Like a small pebble in the shoe, like a splinter in the finger it cannot be ignored much longer. Its capacity to irritate grows every day.

We are born with it, this feeling, this deep seated understanding that something is wrong.
It causes a baby, that sees only truth, to cry.
For millennia we have been schooled to disbelieve it, to ignore it.
For millennia we have been distracted from it by the Magickians and their sleight of hand.
But it just won't go away.

Now it grows ever more persistent.
This pebble in the shoe is truth.
This splinter in our fingers is love.
It is our destiny, waiting patiently in the wings and folds of what we think of as time.
And its time has come.

Nothing will stop it, not even the best laid plans and the grand new deceptions planned for us.

And when it comes it will sweep across us like a tsunami of understanding and it will be like a flood in its power.

When that day comes our future will begin.
We need not plan. We need not design.
Everything will make sense.
Reality will be shaped by love.
And humanity will take its place in the universe, having come of age.

And if you don't believe it, search for the pebble in your shoe.
It's name is love.
Share it.

With love to you,
Olive Farmer
xxx xxx xxx

(There is no detail in my dream. I prune away the old wood from our trees, leaving the bare scaffold of branches that are hundreds of years old. In joy, the trees send forth a brilliant profundity of new growth, fresh and green and fruitful, bathed in the light of the sun which shines upon them.
Sometimes, if the tree has become too decrepit, we cut everything away and the roots, which are the tree, start again. In a few short years a vigorous new tree is formed. They seem to smile:)

Sunday, 12 February 2012

You are not You.

And so to this:
You are not you.

You was the near empty canvas painted with the instinctive, genetically encoded programming that was your fresh, new mind a moment after birth.
Your new eyes reached for those of your mother and, if you were lucky, the first strokes of new colour on the canvas of your mind were the colour we call love.

And the picture we perceive as reality, and the person we think of as I, and the judgements we make and the things that we do from that point onwards are a result of what happens to us.
And what happens to us is no accident but a result of the accumulation of learned lessons that dictate other people's behaviour towards us.

And their behaviour is similarly a creation of our actions towards them.

And we assume that all of these things, collectively, represent human nature and the world that we live in.
That this is reality.

It's not.
It's just a version of reality that has been created by history, by the hands and minds that have shaped the way human beings interact with one another and that have built, layer upon layer, a pyramid of control over the human mind.

And it has been so long in the making, so intricately designed, so cleverly wrought that even though we understand the beauty of love, even though we understand that we are created of love, even though we understand that humanity has come so far because of love, that we could not exist without it, despite all of this understanding we still allow ourselves to be tricked into the condition we find ourselves in.
Bereft of universal love.

How might we have flourished without this shaping of our minds, without this virus in our programming?
How will we flourish when we understand what has and is being imposed upon us and consign it to the dustbin of history where it belongs?

We humans are seven billion strong now.
Our collective ingenuity, our hive mind, is accelerating, as is our understanding of the false reality.
We are coming to understand that how we are is a product of the moulding and shaping of our reality by those who consider themselves our masters.
That our masters have their hands on levers of control over our minds that have successfully re-engineered our species into the mess we see before us.
And as we come to understand what has been done, so we can conceive of its undoing.

And so this knowledge is key.

And with it, the knowledge that our masters seek to control this emergence of a new, cognisant humanity, or destroy it.

What else do you think all of these faux crises and tribulations are for?

And with that understanding comes the knowledge of the peril we have placed ourselves in, the instruments of destruction we have crafted at their behest and the control of which we have placed in their hands.

And we understand, too, that many of us are so lost in the false reality that they will act as servants to the continuance of all that is evil.
And so things will get difficult, as we witness now, before they get better.

Understand this:
One generation raised in our new world will serve to eradicate a thousand generations of learned behaviour.
Human nature, in a world of love, will reveal itself in its true colours.
Then, see what we can do.

Time to Start Again.

With love,
Olive Farmer
xxx xxx xxx

Monday, 6 February 2012

Just a small shift

We each of us have a vision of the future.

For most, that vision is a product of the false reality, a vision framed and referenced by what we know, what we know being a product of the false reality.

It is a vision that normally requires money, for the fiction that is money, we have been taught. is the only way we can attain our dream, a dream of security and certainty about the future in comfortable surroundings and the presence of those whose company we value and enjoy.
The dream requires money.

And then again, it doesn't.

It only requires the resource, the muscle and the will.

It can be achieved without a system of exchange, for humanity has resources at its disposal and muscle aplenty when focused on what is important.

What is important is for us to make the dream a reality. To decide how that reality should be and to create that reality.

Isn't that what we're supposed to have anyway?
Doesn't “democracy” say that's how things are?
Isn't that what democracy promises?
And do you believe “democracy” is delivering the reality we all dream of?

Or that any of the political solutions on offer could deliver that thing for us all?
Or that any of the “occupy” or “zeitgeist” or “thrive” or “revolution” or “ism” or “ist” or demonstrations or rallies or confrontations or civil wars or religious jihads or anything we've ever thought of or done before can deliver?

This is no time for a rehash, a remix of the current reality.
It is, I believe, a time of some urgency. A tipping point.
A time of choice.
A time for understanding the point of evolution our species has arrived at.

A critical mass of people realising they share the same visions, have the same rights as inheritors of this planet, have the opportunity of realising the freedoms they dream of, can do this thing by the effort of will.

And know that by so doing they will have ended a cycle, and ushered in at its appointed time a new epoch for our species. A coming of age.

And some will follow slowly.
And some will fail to grasp the change that has come over us.
But our will is what will make this new reality.
And it needs to be united.

Our collective consciousness and understanding of our power requires just the smallest shift in our mutual awareness of the false reality and our right to shape a new reality.

And when this shift in awareness becomes a critical mass then the door to a very different future swings open for us.

We are about to waken from this troubled dream, dear friend.
Spread this good news, because that is all it will take.

And the exercise of our will.

Love to all,
Olive Farmer.
This post is dedicated to Connie P.
Thank you for sharing. xxx xxx xxx