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Of Gods & Kings… Galliano

Children abduction leading to unspeakable acts of suffering require adults to protect our children. Period.

Steam ships are agents of change in the 19th c in Clydesdale Scotland

Booze cruises steaming drinking

The Genie Deans

The Queen Mary would pass Cunard being made

King George fifth

The Caledonian Queen Mary second

Requisition adult steamers floating over mind sweeping kits

Over the stern

The wire would cut the mines rising high

May 26th 1940 Dunkirk rescuers needed

Bully Beef & biscuits

Paddle steaming crosses carrying over 3,000 soldiers-off the beaches

The shilling tips

Pork pies and pepper pot

Foolish worlds defining bombs torpedos magnetic bombs sweeping on to victory after excusions to hell and back again

After the war new builds of steamers

Diesel motor propeller ships

The Clyde & Bristol paddle ships

White funnel Bristol Queen was a first class passenger ship such as a swan

A beautiful sound of powers going somewhere

and Cardiff Queen

Drinking on below decks euphoniums for seeing the kit

Sailing with the bar open and the whole of South Wales descended upon those Sunday ships singing

Some hairy Mary drunkards

Variety of life on board

Boozy boisterous bars booming and steaming on the halcyon days on the Clyde

Main fortnights holiday to Rothesay

Continuing on to Arran (middle class)

Classes

Utilitarians-team ships carrying waste and discharge (sewage )

Plus poorer people and community groups such as women’s institutions

1959 mini cars and the beginning of the car ferries and motorways casting a long shadow over the steam ships in 1966 – Bristol to Cardiff

Destinations and distractions were the in thing today as steamers fell out of fashion

Ships were looking shabby and clanking and banging to Ilfracoombe

Lundy island

1968 Bristol Queen was towed away & scrapped blowing her hooter paddling sounds

The Waverley the last steam paddle ship on the waves

2015 The Balmoral is back with coastal cruising

Music more floating more poetry more musical memories more engagement with my one true thing I must do in this earth time-thing

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I must step up, write that musical, vibratory oracle, that is purely waiting…

Poetry music high times prove it…face yourself dear Mia, face yourself in this unusual accelerating new world ordering that wishes to encase us in digital earth millimetre magnetic pulsatory ghastly Darpary Dimensions from other World Stations. The Moon, a Space Station placed there to observe Mans relationships.

Life on Earth in heaven and Birth Death remembering who we are weathering the storms settings pushing norms of inhuman robotic enactment displayed..

I offer my body my soul my spirit to unbridle a candle lit flickering amongst it

WTF is happening?!

I came before many times I am sure I liked what I see but sometimes I feel that my fingers were tortured under the cork screw torture in the 17th century culture…each tarsal squeals with the thoughts…..

The same for the med-EVIL dark days when I was dunked and drowned for knowing my way around the countryside picking Herbal cures… Unawares that the dark industrial light began to shine separation trickery upon a dystopian filament as the Orchestra began to play wrong notes.

The players losing circadian high moral written parts as wonky hit the sounds as nature ripped down wards towards waring mechanically, batons waving hysterically, human interdependency started to rot without natures natural cosmology common lore..

We were hounded as I struggled losing my feet on the sure natural rhythmic seasonal time-ship…I was not so true as I killed and fought and gassed and attacked the men and children, animals and people in such a bad way, I still gasp awake and fall down that day deep in my darkened traumatic wounds the plaster and bandage broken in two revealing a kind of whose who who.

They fumble falling crying whilst never delivering their real metal earth elemental watery emotional deal they made with their akashic unlocked rules….

Rights that once channelled and governed from High States of Heaven, no longer driven as passionate sparkling individual magic freedoms, is gone, is crushed, is pushed pushed away as crimes hold us down, responsibilities bound us up as things to live with, heavy handed bills and mortgages, modernity is destined to digitally, things of supposed civility, come crushing in our once bigness now small, tamed, pained, normalised, tiny by size….

where did that wonderful particle of light beam essential to living each individual dream? Where has it gone? Did it ever belong to us as one by one? Were supposed to be somewhere else, not waking up in this unfavourable hell…5G lurking mercilessly at thee…..

The IoT what a lark that proposes to be quantum holographic remotely beamed from the space between God and universe…Agenda 21 not what we signed up….this gargoyle of technocratic abstract gruesome DNA stealing ..fractures not on the God of Wholeness and One that makes up particle molecular, intuitive crown pineal cone waves trickling breaking raising imagination….New Gold Dream…

I stand before my Lord…

I offer my body my soul my spirit to unbridle a candle lit flickering amongst it

And God Wins….

And One for the bin..

Get him to treat you fairly and squarely!

They Shalt Never Grow Old Pt 1

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Our lads were sent over the top into No Mans Land, shot in their prime, covered under mud, dead horses, blood. Devastation from WRONG think, skulduggery fixated high-ups as low-brow corrupting boardrooms traps. Agenda,the Dark-Arts. Brutal destruction destroying glorious praying families were blown apart. Dead in the ground, under orders from those far left behind.

Blood-lines, unseating ancient bonds, sacred hearts, family heritage, dignities, hard working artistic signatories. World-War Anti-human, eugenics swimming as new world ordering struck its ugly blame game into the industrial ages of fragmentation to control mans sentience..post traumatic PTSD symptomatic, passed through the twentieth century, ugly fuelled propaganda dramatics. Long Live the King. Ha…We still suffer within. Wiped out as a matter of course from worshippers in the field of abuse..with a wife of feudalism controlling man’s freewill and freedoms….

Men planned this time, well ahead. Freemasonry hidden occultism, now new subcategory. Bones men, they were, and they knew how to entrap the most powerful of the day. They the Pilgrims(1902) created by Cecil Rhodes and Viscount Alfred Milner, were such men. For me personally I will never forget how I came to be alive born in this time, and there, I died in that Great War; of forgotten men, horses, deadness crushed under dismal choices.

The theme for the twentieth century was set. Man against man, in endless wars. Banksters to benefit, elites to run-the-show, propaganda tools in the ready of the final solutions. Machines, Technocrats, foreseeable futures in hegemony markets. How about that! How about that in deed!

Defects so huge that dumbing us down with drugs, opiates, pills and booze to fill holy holes of unimaginable grief, loss and despair. Them that got back, did anyone care? The pain pushed down as the boys came back shattered, shell-shocked, PTSD spirit-doomed, robbed of all empathy, whilst the establishment popularised ‘stiff upper lips!’ promoted in schools, factories, fields, shops. Anything but celebration…men blown up in annihilation from cruelty, greed, control over mans soul.

These sorts are not human-hearted men. They are stealers, gorging on gullibility, innocence, willingness as weakness. We hand over our powers, typical Britishness concaving towards their highborn entitlement. Desensitised knowing, to rule o’er us as their subjects and servants bowing to psychopathic trickery masters, and oh! the Wicked-wicked evilness becomes quite normalised.

Feeders Using Divide and Conquer nothing new when man fell under. Strategic terror pulling us blindly from pillar to post as double crossers subjugated towards reductional strife. We become less-than, weakened as chattel as our only route is slavery in this new century..For King and Country!

Polarised, oppositional & continuously transmittable, this Electric universe triggers from the first thought promoting activities drawing down to this third dimension. This gives rise to transformative conundrums, symbolising the way.

Truth binds authentic consciousness, triggering core divinity essential to wholeness, whereby without the sanctity of that wellness, ‘other’ worldly influences effect the containment and contractual agreements thus lowering Mans gateways. Blocks, stagnation, dis-ease ferments.

Man abilities are dependent on his willingness to practice self-awareness, trusting in himself alone, though when he puts his faith in others, external forces, benevolent or not, can become brow-beaten, abused, tossed aside, used in stolen whisperers from lower hidden debt collectors, telling us tales in globalist regales, as world history is her story, fan-dangled promoted misguided. Hive minds devour our every particle of faith in energy, propagating chaos as they suck our chi. We are not top of this food chain. This is our divine purpose to remember. They cannot follow this path.
Man let go, surrender to higher power….

Man moving towards interfacing with the machine.

The Futurism is here..esoteric, man is God they say..so they follow the Devil..and forget All Morals….lusting in decay living off the loosh as we are considered their pray.


Man kind – know Thyself!

When know that things aren’t what they seem, we innately remember our journey man of self-discovery unfolding enthusiasm as our pointers, delivering willingness, knowing our essence, that is Man is as God does.

The Fifth dimension is now our new-earth, as Mother ascends her natural esoteric unfolding. We children are in alignment and faith overcoming the masters of trickery and malevolence. The usual suspects are one by one being outed by the on-By-ones.

This is The Great Awakening.

God is within all that is and love is our divine energetic blueprint. We are waking up to-exposing the threatening upside down reversed rhetoric. Man is pure potential pure love pure joy should he develop, dissolve from his separate reptilian brain. Hungry parasites, dead alive zombie lookalikes, lost their empathy genes pushing repetitive problem-reaction-solution every single time. However we are now awake! And Man doth awakes….and Satan quakes….the time is Now. Ascend, be thou apostle to all that is…Love and Kindness within…Gratitude practiced as we gently step into our power..remembering Who We Are.

I will never forget you o’ family o’ mine.

We are vital and conscious.

God is Love.

We are vibrating, transmitting to the past glories & sorrows of our forefathers… never forget all those men, families, horses that were deployed by half-men, half-truths, who fell for us to awake. The men in the First World War and all wars.

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Our potential form unique epigenetic-selves reach upwards leading to right thinking-doing. Our home abundantly alive, family friends, thrive with all that is, no longer discombobulated drudgery, and mindless thuggery!