Spacetiming in holograms…..
Monday 3rd June… Donald Trump and his wife Melania are here in London and will be meeting with the Queen with the usual pageantry. Of course the BBC 4 broadcasting is as ever biased, not really impressed with this state visit and certainly suggested that the Leader of The House, John Berkow, would much prefer to meet the Leader of communist China than our closet allies…I am totally not bothered one way or another anymore, viewing politics as a snakes den, with men and women do-gooders who line their pockets to causes in the lobbying stakes that suits their boots. However I am much happier knowing Trump is waking the world up with his usual rants, and tantalising displays of not rolling over for the opposition party of America which is thoroughly steeped in Klu-Klux Klan history and slavery and so much worse. One only needs to look in to the bowels of Hillary Rodham Clinton and her pals to feel the lies and war mongering that is hers and hers alone. Look and remember the great injury she created in killing Colonel Gaddafi, a man who was in love with the West and also had some super things going on to ensure clean water for that deserted country…The country is in a mess with mass immigrants fleeing and moving towards our shores.
And then we have all the skullduggery that amounts to a huge lot of 70 years of CIA MKultra and now that 5G is switched on via the new LED lighting systems in our streets, we simply need to keep alert, healthy, non-plussed in all the events taking place to harm with radiation and Electro-magnetic Frequencies…so I am going to buy a Q-link pendanthttps://www.shopqlink.com/ that Scotties Tech Info show feels could be pretty good in supporting ones effort in this directed energy weapon matter of the heart.
They have been around a long time from about 1991…a cracking year for me…..bumping into Colin Angus ex bf, can you believe it, but yeah, sigh, I loved the musicians including this one for a deep insight as a girlfriend in that exceedingly great year for me running Spacetime in the East End Cable Street Art Studios. A time for the youth to dress down in large longsleeves with motifs of smiley emblems, as cheesy quavers, acid housers and free partyers clashed as tribes tha culminated in Castle Mortan 1992 that brought down our fantasy escape land dances where all and everyone melted and greeted to dance the whole night away in those fields, factories and churches under one sun.
A time without no mobile phones…no major technology though a great album came out under Warp Records from Sheffield called Artificial Intelligence..of which I have just bought…

I shall be cycling to my dog job and then onto Gregory’s as we are preparing for a little festival in Bath this weekend that I have absolutely no idea where and what I am going to, only that dear Anita, my great shamanic healer friend is coming with, and that it will be eye-opening to one who likes to just get to somewhere, not knowing quite what is happening. Gregory will be speaking on his favourite topic, The Sun, and how the earth is completely in honour of our nearest Star that keeps the weather and all life flowing, ebbing, moving, changing, continuously impermanence to all that is the wonder of life. Of course you can’t say that to those pesky United Nations people who rarely talk about the Sun, preferring to get humanity fighting amongst each other under that usage of fossil fuels, which is renewable, which is self explanatory and which keeps all our brilliant lives fuelled and made from the Sun, the water, the carbon dioxide and the carbon cycle….however anyone who knows me, a former environmental consultant, can see the Agenda 21/30 fury being played out on the landscape of which is to totally tax our every movement under the guise of Climate destruction, of which is killing us all….No it is not.
We are carbon, our plants pour out oxygen as they take in carbon and which we would all be dead without this miracle of life. Still the usual cultural shapeshifters are pushing their mass breech to own, entrap, and gullibly take all our freedoms under the climate change hoax of the century. Yes we should stop chopping down the rainforests, virgin forests, indigenous landscaped to plant GMO corn, and Palm Oil…that is a given….And actually focus on the tight nit Bilderberg, BIS, and the duplicioutous inter-relationship of major corporations like Unilever, Deutsche Bank, The Bank of England, The Crown Privy minxers, Heinz, Bayers-Monsanto, Kraft, and all major industrial food complexes that unite in mining, chopping, drilling, polluting, evicting and other in the Great push for more and more land resources to fill the coffers for HedgeFunders, Banksters, and those pesky top 1% percenters who run the huge rackets conflicting with our Great Mother Earth. Habitats lost under the weight of human and industrial manipulation. However the puppet war masters push our shifts to eachother as though each human is just a meat bag of consumption to dally, play with and kill via a long game written in the the late 19th century under a scheme that is eugenics and very well laid to bare, should one go and look.
Meanwhile, lets get in Controlled Opposition forces such as Extinction Rebellion to allow the false war drums beat upon the streets of London under the watchful pushers of Gail Bradbook, George Barda, former controlled opposition Occupy leader, and some unknown actor called Roger Hallum, a typical ponce of an intellectual other public schooling that dulls you into agreeing with his intellectual barbwire….Enough of this!
I am learning to take myself off their radars, off the UN IPCC, and such rotters! All lining their 5G SMART cities future packages as though it were a wonderful idea to get us out of the countryside and into the stack and pack, chip and pin dystopian……
It is a sunny and fine day out there…the weather has been glorious other than the infuriating Geo-Engineering covering the once great skies with criss crosses and tail offs, not water vapour, rather, Strontium, aluminium, Barium and other ghastly new world ordering orders to keep us dull, dehumanised and creepily non threatening. And yet we are all being threatened under the weight of mass psy-opping.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YQbXUouSZTUiles
So I just bought a Q-link. I am getting down with my bad self!
Have a good day!



as he explained my innate cosmic Air hands






all vying for the titles and deeds of Mothers Earths natural resources to keep those power houses topped up and in league with the devil of a certain specific attention to detail in the laws and secret societies and of course in the past three hundred years we are right enmeshed in the Materialist Scientists who felt that nature was nothing really but to be plundered for profit, greed and insanity in Banking Dynasties all in bed shagging each other, hiding behind their paid members of fighting historic industries all hell-bent on keeping their acts of bloodletting, money laundering and lending in the name of dark arts. Of which now we are beginning to see the timelines split as pedophilia, ritualistic players and top down Elites are the baddies in this time in human awakening.
And then those wars. The horror, the grief of the twentieth century – the one that really changed man, and cut his heart out, The First World War, whole villages, of men, brothers, fathers, sons, husbands, lovers, poets, carpenters, skilled men, unskilled men, boys, were killed in a war that was led behind the lines, far-far away in the secret cabals of secret societies, men in lodges, men who ran the banks, men who leant monies to make the machines, the bombs, and whip up ‘National Pride’ in gathering armies, in going over the top, and in the barbarism, the blood-letting, the awful horrid unseen like psychopaths who rely on us, the strange men without hearts for each other who kept rising up for their continued masked covert games, as they spread their wide nets through the killing fields, reaping rewards in death, terror, grotesque horror all reliant on the age-old arts creating enemies out of men,children, women, nations, into divisive, all-conquering, nationwide false flag wavers in well-practiced environments of repeated, established scenarios.

So Who are these unseens that make all the decisions and wreak havoc with us on a mass conscious level and then we, the individuals go about choosing which deity, God, group, club, religion, we choose to be on and so in that moment we trigger our efficacy upon a few well thought our indoctrination, planners, if you will, and hand all our power over to that system, society, club. This suggests we are born by birth in the great cosmic spirals and through our genetic, ancestral, heritage, we make a deal with God, to wake up and remember 






I was rather a helpless, haphazard, chaotic and went anywhere if someone suggested something. I was ready to go out into the world to make up my life, as I struggle to find Metta’s next stage in her life pathways of a mix of apprenticeships, college, 6th Form, grappling with what do you want to do?? Bumping, crashing, crying, and worrying as to what is it that she must do in order to live a full life? I had no clue that within a matter of months I would be kicked out of the farm, and pushed to find out who what and how do I live a life when my own parents asked me not once, what are you going to do? I knew I wanted to be an actress, and yet I managed by flight and fight to figure out once I came to London I had assets, imagination, youth, enthusiasm! I began an arduous and also wonderful campaign of collecting things, people, boys, parties, adventures, experimenting, squatting, new blasting open society came at a young, slender, auburn haired farmers daughter and yet that I did possess skills that offered up invitations as I cleaned and cooked, grew and learnt to feel my way towards a sparkly innovative illumination carrying sensory preceptors that matched mine. That I could safely lend my own willingness to educate in the unknown growing exponentially. By bringing my open natural countryside ways, I imprinted a newness in my own making and in the mid 80’s London had the magic and fear to push forward to cultural underground happenings. I continuously had all the ingredients to keep making things up as I went along, the recipe book was in itself, new, tribal, active, seeking, exploring, different to anything any of us of our generation, could really say, Woah! We went against the government, Thatcher and her crony capitalist mates on the make for all things privy and privileged.
As I stood upon The Tor upon my 21st, I was given lessons to the importance of that unfoldment opening Ancient portals to Ageless Wisdoms promoting the end of the world as we knew. Dualistic patriarchal paradigms have been waning through the crack that opened on the darkest century of man and his entrapment to the Dark Arts against the Great Feminine Devine or Our Great Mother of All We Are, and to allow for full disclosure to expunge all the woundings of secret mastery occults coming to a shadowy surface upon a 25 year period known as the Nano years. This period leading to 2012, heralded Acid House, rave culture, the rise of the internet, data collecting and more dreadful skull duggery to come up and out. I digress. And I think the awakening of the man that seeks.
A time to grow up eventually, and find oneself out in the milieu of self. My generation in that period stopped drinking in lobbyist Public bars, and pubs, whilst we were in fields with fires, dancing together not at the stage but with each other in the wilderness of beats, drums, whistles, anywhere that would house music our chance meetings. Warehouses, churches, anywhere that was liberated by the spirit of the times to break away from convention and party like there’s no tomorrow, unsupervised, unlawful and energy shaping and forming to grow seeds of discontent to break down and open our aims as we met all different groups from class, backgrounds, in didn’t matter we were free motivated by dance, community and becoming our own Gods and Goddesses. We were all drawn together by those times that took a whole new crusade up to the calling arms as a whole new set of rules were here – our self determination for truth. We were powerful because we were mixing in different groups and dimensions depending our own unique trajectory.















and all), and what of our factoring in who we are, and how do we get on with what we have here today in this diverse and artificially green pleasant land? Do we ask questions about our self respect, our families, friends, communities…and yet the in/out system of government is tied by money lenders, thieves, crooks, liars, evil despots, sycophants and those that give the illusion that they care about you and what you do in your life, when they care that you SERVE their end games, play their wars, feed into their fears, buy into the duplicitous state and hand all your own sovereignty over…to the above..















Then I had a disastrous relationship with a drug addict in 2014, this would be my arma matra, my final wake up from a long long his and herstory. I went down into his world, his energetic vibes, and got caught in the headlights, so to speak, which burnt, singed, and smashed me open. Then the work on myself really began. I got clean and serene and worked the steps, it was like the windows opened up and the birds sounded different, the whole world changed and I began to chase down my demons, ghosts and entities, one by one. I had already began to work steadily from saving the planet (wtf?!) to saving myself when my father died in 2009 and retrained as a therapist and began to dive into the bottomless ebb and flow of how the body works. I really went deep into the endocrine system of hormones using herbs as the most obvious and wonderful natural way to get a sense on intracellular cellular feelings, and how they are all individual electrolytes, quarks, subatomic particles, energy, synapses, miracles that work in relationship to the whole cosmic soup of doing, being, actualities and materialising.
which gave me all the ammo NOT to use HRT/and any other antibodies/antigens type prescription courses through this. I never would anyway, my whole life trajectory began on the back of my mother being on antidepressants when I was in the womb, and so I knew innately what that sort of life it could lead to. My mother, Jacqueline Paget – Manners, was another guinea pig, as her parents, my grandparents were. My father always said, that when my mum started on these drugs prescribed in the mid 60’s, it was the biggest disaster to have befallen her. She got hooked, and gullible continued using prescription drugs as the way to what, health? Her energy, her pure pure girlish energy dipped upon that journey and led her to becoming moody, stroppy, tired, sleeping at wrong times, and highly down. She became hooked and depressed. The cocktails of that day in the 1960’s were Temazepam
and well, I wish I could read you off the list, but it ain’t happening, because I knew that I would not be one of the humans to get caught in the strong-arm of the NHS and that system of health using pharmaceuticals. I am grateful that my mother gave me the gift to defend my own sovereignty by realising very early on, that the only way I was going to keep sane, was determining how my chance meetings would lead me into a world of sex, drugs, rock n roll, and then counter-culture.

Whole Earth Foods, and Harmony/Real Eat.
terrorised in flight, fight and freeze fear hormones as they eat the slashed and burned flesh of those animals, those sentient creatures, and then they get sick from the antibiotics, growth hormones, colourants, additives, E
numbers, msg’s and on it goes, and go glibly to the main stream doctors to take their pharmaceuticals, get trapped by fear, into the whole god damned unnatural cycles of eating bad foods, and medicating on bad drugs, that’s whole premise is only concerned with making money out of you, me, jimmy, jack and john, whilst the planet suffers under the crony capitalists and the extremely unhealthy view on how we consume, and prosper on a resource land grab madness and mayhem.
