The Great Awakening is Upon our innate innerstanding
All Well Ends Well
Take your muzzles off
The Rozzers with power gone to their heads
The End Game is here.. GOD Wins
At the end of the day…Man Kind is now focusing on the Windows of The World…the viewer is now viewing and Now We Know..We Are Vibrating Consciousness as a Soul Group of Like Minded Warriors….This Atrocity called Government with its High Ups Sock Puppets are being exposed…one by one…..And this is why we are all here…..1JBhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VZXIpStOzOQ&t=246s
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
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.
11 11 18/19
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!
From plough to plate..do you know where your food comes from, do you even care mate? Or are you just a convenience, store believer Trusting in the corporations of death as they destroy and plunder, their relentless thunder, populations with myth, business as usual get my drift.. Through their manipulation as fear in their loathing, greed is their master, mass profiteering their answer backroom plotting, blue-blooded earth raping, as they consume the graves of statutory back stabbing, with all their land grabbing… Stop. I say.
Stop think about how you can stop the racketeering of global manufacturing On earths resources, choose wisely as you go through the discourses They want you sick as you eat their highly toxic death pits, over priced, as we pay our tax subsidies and get sedated, medicated and disenchanted as nobodies Now you’re a reasonable human being But seeing is believing.. What they don’t tell you and want you to know is this: Don’t Go out into the fields, where the butterflies, bees, insects and trees, pollinate our most benovolent landscape, adding richness and abundance to our most gracious dinner plate, where the flowers radiate natures colours and smells, from lavender, roses, nettles and bluebells, where is our abundant nature in all her finest textures? Where in deed She’s being screwed by the boardroom fury of financial need Making money is their only desire and worry They don’t care so long as you’re not aware of genetic engineering, it’s coded and fanatic in the pr marketing
Plough to plate
So do you know your plough to plate when you prepare your dinner to make Do you realise your power when you part with your cash, that it may be your backlash, if you don’t take an interest to what you eat and what’s best?as a show stopper as an ethical shopper, as a consumer with moral integrity Do you get that it’s only you stopping your own pill popping sovereignty The new paradigm that’s happening We are all in it together so get with the programme Stand up and take action, just think and slow down, stop panicking and crash landing As we pick up the pitchforks and March away from distraction blinding our thoughts with mindless food manufacturing As we share our interaction And unite in empowering For we are not just about the money, no, indeed, we are all together as we walk our talk Pull down the city and covert to Agro ecology! We have much to share throwing out those that don’t care with their constant red herrings and genetic mad mumblings Agro forestry, permaculture and free food fur all sustainably and sensibly so long as we stop the rot in our Mad rush for technology Our overview for enriching a few Our ridiculous story of wanting unwanted exported shipped in commodities which cut down the forests, slash and burn habitats for palm oil, needing our fossil fuel, drizzling on olive oil and what for?
You are what you eat, so don’t become a sheep Following your urges, not just burgers, saturated and murdered in chemical highs, as your saying your goodbyes, bless your food, know when it’s good, mindful, organic and really understood 70 years it’s taken to lose so much and I’m not joking, conveyor belt mass production, import, export, stop it, wholesale destruction, annihilation, robotic, and chaotic frenzy in our super highway multi-dimension, however we can calm down our measure of the Dow, stocks, shares and hedge funders, that have no shame in their psychopathic deranged plunders
Plough to Plate, reinstate, local and seasonal as the new market leader Community, non-conformity, return to the artisans, the musicians, the makers, not takers, teach our collective all the hands from educators In to our gardens, back to our roots, sharing and caring and bestowing what’s seeded and sown to flower and fruit For the time has come like the seasons and songs, to remember that we are all one and our aims are simple, to deliver wholesome produce and know where your food comes from …
The wilds The Open prairies the forests the flat lands mountains
The start of cutting maiming drilling mining digging sinning destroying polluting Enclosing
More Circling more capturing more wrecking more corralling more owning
The stench of far enough close up depleting violence angry voices
Mr & Mrs Magpie keeping an eye in the distance closest to their dominions
They chatted about this and that noticing all changing seasons and then there! What was that… ?
far in the midst of circling time a great wave like plume of smoke not ordinary but heavy wet catastrophic
Putrid heavy weighted dense sickness and disease
Demons entities ghouls attachments
Foul from Jin dependent on their circling
Picking up shaking in their gut
Ugly foul minded small shrivelled heart
Eating their continuous phood that looshed constantly
Hungry ghosts ghouls demons entities
Thy will is thy question
You are not welcome anymore
Be Gone Close the Door
Mother Nature returns….
And raise up
Remembering Who You Are…
I am listening to The Beatles
Here There Everywhere and crying on the bus… I am of good feeling straight, great, clean, calm cos everything is real in my intracellular operating systems… I can cry for all the things I haven’t done & all the things I will do.
Onwards & upwards… fight the beast… the demiurge… the mass psy-ops backlash criminality that wrecks destruction within all hearts & minds devoted to universal multi faceted sentient beings..
Fight the Deepstate shadow government secret services hi jacked in 1913-15/33/62/71/ consecutively
It’s time to stand up
Drain the swamp
Kill the beast
Through higher powering up using the alchemy of our beloved
Bowie, Mary, Cathars, purity, strength in self determination self development self awareness self LOVE
Honour thy self thy busy thy greatest work be done.
They those mother fuckers killing our mother, our father, our children, our environment
Will not cross into my territory
My sweet heaven upon earth
My garden Of Eden
My knowledge that the sword of flames protects me from their repetitive Skull Duggery games
Their cloak & dagger shrines
Their 322 degree sacrifices killing the children with their lies
Their blood letting
Their Time Is Up!
Stand up man
This Mother Earth requires you strong
Clear heartfelt energetic
Wake up children time to get up
Shields protecting on
Feet on the ground earthing listening intuition alert connected to crown chakra
Gods consciousness Bird population harbinger
Listen listening listeners
Music might’ve higher frequencies
Mercy lord that we listen in
Turn off mainstream
With you in the world my life has sky rocketed high frolicked
Broken down I’m great piles of mess
Rock bottomed and bloomed
I have discovered every single multidimension upon each crest of wave past present now fallen
Up the mountains
Down the rocky slopes
Shagged plenty of hard viral blokes whilst toking and taking
Laughing and faking
Rustling in my awakening
Heart in hand ego floored pinned to the ground
Over and up down dirty and blue
I’m toilet language dressed in vintage second hand too
I have you in the world and that is all the love I ever need
Thank you !