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!
Disclaimer: This particular blog has taken a lot of time to understand as this subject matter is huge. Please click on the blue highlights of where you will get to hear deeper diving narratives.
Agenda 21/30/50 is the language that relates to the International Government on Climate Change(IPCC), created by The United Nations (U.N) in 1988 by Maurice Strong and Evelyn Rothschild cementing the manufactured global crisis at the feet of man. The Green New Deal is the ‘buzz word’, but there is nothing green about it. Under the umbrella of this, a motivated shadow/deep state sharpens its knives as the U.N promises virtuosity. The process of virtual signalling the worlds main-stream players to identify the enemy as fossil fuels replacing it with decarbonisation by installing fear, scarcity, lack and revolt by our leaders or usual suspects and their games. The Pay out will be huge as this Fourth Industrial technology wet dream is on its march under the ubiquitous banner of ‘saving the planet’. The rich and powerful Oligarchs have decided that we are going communist as the countryside becomes designated for nature, and forms of energy are being transferred to combat ‘climate change’. Public/private are there to make sure it happens with a massive scaling down of fossil fuels.
The vision is to hive everyones minds into living in ‘better resourced’ urban populations. Each and everyone, unless you are very rich, will be living on top of each other in mega-regions, with all our cellular and communication systems chipped and pinned. Cash will be a thing of the past as all our transactions will be collected, credit scored and surveilled.
The airwaves are being ramped up as we speak, with the unseeing eyes of Artificial Intelligence (AI) ruled by algorithms, satellites and external wireless supremely watching, listening and knowing our every thought and action. Don’t worry though, with Gates, and Soros at the helm of this Technocratic kingdom, we will starve and die through their next level of finger licking crimes against humanity. 5G is the next generation and this story has changed daily, because the players are getting clumsy and we the people, are waking up quickly.
This is the Green New Deal (GND) that is falling off the lips of anyone green and allegedly serene. Already the modern crusaders bleat their masters messages ‘We only have 12 years left’. The time-lines are poised for the reset button of 2030. A meaningful date in the shadow state.
It really began to show up in 2004 as the race to accelerate and greenwash business and the public under a blanket of ethical resurgence. Wind & Solar the energy sector heavily subsidised and expectantly waiting in the wings.
Who are The United Nation (U.N) and what is Agenda 21 and the Intergovernmental on Climate Change. (IPCC). The U.N formerly The League of Nations, began from a long line of secret cabalistic clubs. Its message to act as peace keepers making pacts with The USSR, USA, Western Europe, Australia and Canada in 1944. I have included an extraordinary documentary with Dan Happel, an American Montana farmer/landowner, whose excellent front-line research join-up the dots delivering his excellent lecture taking place right under our noses. The U.N. are not what we think which tie into The IPCC with manmade anthropogenic emissions destroying our planet interlocked with the shadowy arms of the most powerful men on earth pushing for a One World Order. Happel has created a remarkable and intuitive historic case highlighting the deep states ruse for power transference not seen since the Second World War and even The Industrial Revolution. Nefarious cloak and dagger strategising to push this Agenda 21 now 30, using fake science and resource conservation to justify unimaginable control of every single thing we use spearheading propaganda in the guise of Environmentalism. This is Agenda 21 and the Green New Deal blew me out of my bubble, and my story thus began.
In 1992, The Rio Earth Summit in Brazil, grabbed the Worlds Media, with coveted invited Globalists & lobbyists. Canadian-Communist Oil billionaire, former General Secretary to the U.N, Maurice Strong, and The Club of Rome, planned a long time ago to trigger buttons emotionally pulling out the card of man-made pollution shaming and guilting the average Jo.
Rockerfella, Rothschild, George Soros and all the ‘usual suspects’ at the top of the chain gang flew in 30 000 delegates, paid, and catered for. Actions were agreed and in came the `forums’ on Climate Action policies using Delphi techniques, a former communist system (1938) to gain ‘consensus’ by the people tasking us with the illusion of choice, however with the same outcomes.
By 1997, The Kyoto Treaty in Japan was agreed to speed up the messages relating ‘global warming’ and the club grew quickly with businesses and governments signing up to this green spirited era. By the 2,000’s, I was one of them and followed in earnest to do my bit. Volunteerism led with glossy appeals to sign up on to acts demonstrating your companies commitment to the cause as iso14001/18001 rolled out for SME’s. Corporate Social Enterprise (CSR) sprang up quickly educating and informing the duplicitous message that man is the common number one enemy. The Anti-humanism era was ushered in.
I myself, with my cousin suddenly found ourselves in the heart of the IPCC web, pushing their agenda’s in our own version in turning companies from grey to green. I began to calibrate and grasp the carbon foot-printing myth & language running Parties for Purposes, raising awareness in the environment, bringing people together. I thought it was fantastic and swallowed up the whole green menu served under the auspices of the UN’s IPCC anthropogenic man-made global warming targets and supposed real evidence based science. Little did I know.
“Since I am [not] affiliated with any organization nor receiving any funding, I can speak quite frankly…I remain skeptical…The…claim that man’s release of GHGs is [causing] warming is based almost entirely upon climate models” Atmosph.Scientist, Dr Joanne Simpson, ex NASA
Parties For Purposes (pfp) had a great run from 1997 -2009. From our brilliant Eat Organic Save our Planet in Bonnington Cafe from 97-2002 to Where Do All Our Plastic Bags Go at The End in 2000.
Where Do All Our Plastic Bags Go? 2000
By 2005, PFP created a cutting edge tool Grey to Green implementing strategic and very easy steps to genuinely changing your life covering energy, waste, travel/transport, health and wellbeing, biodiversity and sustainable procurement. Not forgetting 11 Community radio shows with Girls From The Green Stuffa fun offshoot covering cool to care subjects from Hemp to ethical fashion, local, seasonal, allopathic v complimentary methods and anything to do with alternative structures improving the quality of ones understanding of taking care of your choices. Greening up companies etc, was a privilege in my opinion and gave me a lot of food for thought in how today, the green movement ideologies and spinners have become extremist in their approach and yet I know some of their causes mirror mine as the top of the pyramid corporations continue to wreck havoc with nature and human health whilst dominating the market place with cheap, saturated, chemically covered additives and flavours, colourants, and all the baddies that make us addicted and sick. My way is to educate the individual and switch practices to cleaner, fairer, and probably more expensive quality foodstuffs and holistic medicines. I’ve always say: “You are what you eat”.
By 2009, something struck me deep in my belly and I couldn’t take another minute of me regurgitating practices as I began to feel fraudulent. I love travel, and sometimes planes hit the spot. I began to lose my faith in the green movement becoming disenchanted and disillusioned by the carbon neutral game. Offsetting felt iffy wth business as usual and nice websites green washed with behavioural influencers flaunting their green credentials. Guilt money set aside to give to Woodland projects or wells in Africa. Consciously creating false claims of doing their bit.
What was really being asked in this Agenda 21?
The White paper in June 1992 `”A sustainable world in the 21st century” covering all the planning on catastrophic global environmental issues facing mankind and the blue print for a sustainable 21st century chaired by the Under Secretary General of UNCED Maurice Strong. Strong a committed Communist who currently lives in China, says “ It is clear that current lifestyles and consumption patterns of the affluent middle class involving high meat intake consumption of large amounts of frozen and convenience foods, use of fossil fuels, ownership of motor vehicles and small electrical appliances at home and air-conditioning are not sustainable”
Fossil fuels have promoted our energy use to extraordinary highs, however we do need to be more aware of what we are buying into. When I was a girl, there was a sense of pride in something lasting a life time, today, no chance. Everything has been predicated on a false economy with goods in fast fashion as quickly as fast chuck away. This does cost the earth and does need monitoring. I have always argued that cradle to grave and back again is where the gold in society lies. Plough to Plate. Farm to Fork.
The 20th century brought us mass images and perspectives of how the world is defined in books, films, documentaries, magazines, advertising, education, welfare, industry, and innovation. We had it all, and boy, what a ride! However today, we are no longer encouraged to be better humans in spiritual terms. Fast fad ‘new ageism’ and spiritual by-passing more the thing the kids tend to do. Climate change pushes a purpose to Save The Planet and replacing our natural family nurturing.
Meanwhile China, India, Africa, Brazil, are producing the worlds tat, cheaper too.
The U.N. is a Global shadow state, that has no affiliation with the individual or Sovereign countries with its sole purpose to run the world emphasising Global Governance to Local Systems with a supposed peer-led claim that 97% of Scientists agree to man-made emissions accelerating global warming..or cooling! What a joke!
Al Gore became the front man of CO2, earning millions as he hypothesised his end-games that unless we don’t change our approach to carbon fossil fuels, we will all be under water about now. Winter and snow a thing of the past. An Inconvenient Truth(2006) spouted a lot of dialogue that condensed theories from the IPCC and science communities that a very near threat was imminent if we didn’t change our whole way of living. His message: carbon is the ‘invisible enemy’
However his analysis was wrong as no one has yet died of climate change or weather.
A nefarious plot was on the march and in acceleration mode as the Bigger Picture unravelling.
The GND is top down, as a regional, federal unelected boards, push us out of the countryside, privatising and stealing our lands, the same in the coastal regions to protect nature, save it by creating subgroups tendered and paid for by consensus and heart string pulling. These subjects look good on paper, but in reality, we will be barred from them because the environmental issues are superior and above the common man. The numerous wilderness Bills pushed through congress are here with: The Wild-lands Project-The Clean Water Act….The Clean Air Act,The Antiquities and National monuments Acts, The National Grasslands Act (fee roaming bison), The Endangered Species Act & Large predator reintroduction to name but a very few.
Interconnecting Wild corridors designed to cleverly remove private farmers, landowners, small holders, anyone really scratching to live off the land as this push to move us all into concentrated urban camps, or mega-regions with public transport, driverless cars only, roads reduced down to tracks left un-loved. Energy restrictions all under ‘saving the planet’. Goods and services will fail as going to market will be phased out through high costs of diesel forcing you out of your lands and farms/small holdings into full surveilled monitored and controlled high density cities, with eyes on the street deputising adjunct as the war on terror is the war on you. And dreadful Genetic Modified Organisms as the food of the elites served to us, whilst they eat organic.
Who’s behind the Green New Deal?
Until we find a way to curb the private federal reserve created in 1913 with amendments in 1933, we are their prey. However no man, or island, can continue these malpractices in the name of greed, glut and entitlement. They are the pay masters or Oligarchs deep in their pay for play monopolies running 5 Largest run Inc’s in the world – The Media top down, Big Pharma, Big War (Military Industrial complex, Big Ag, Big Tech, whilst hedging bets on our energy and emotions. They feed off of our symptoms that are causally predicated by events world-wide coupled with crippling angst, to keep us enslaved, entrapped by ridiculous games that are played. We are their pawns, however the good news is, we have discovered them, due to Pandora’s box being opened in the last century as the internet exploded in our homes giving us history, empowerment and much much more. Circular systems crooked and bent.
We are drowning under fear porn from the mainstream media, educators, scientists, Central Banks and the globalist world elites promoting continuous scarcity models, imagery and fakery as Climate Alarmism escalates and the perception deception now hits us all. Bankster Mark Carney at The U.N on his opening talk describing his ‘eco’ plans to ignore companies that use fossil fuels, whilst benefiting with cash hand outs, those that don’t. The Agenda 21/30 is being ramped and manipulated by totalitarian mad-men.
George Soros is banned from at least 6 countries including his native Hungary. A money bags billionaire-extremist who is notoriously known for his Colour Revolutions. He is well known for his activities with his father as a 14 year old in the Second World War for stealing Jewish property after their expulsion to the Camps. He runs the Atlantic Council and has fingers in all anti government systems such as Antifa, Me Too, Black Lives Matter, Transgender/humans, eugenics and pretty much all Identity Politics. He hates American/Western values and wants to destroy our freedoms whilst changing us to socialist communist fascist and our demise. He is power mad and the world knows it.
Extinction Rebellionare on his payroll. This movement has been socially engineered to disrupt whilst keeping our eyes off the main prize –Big Technocratic SMART and its 5G systems of control.
No coincidences – there is the symbol of the Bones men – 3022
When I first heard about XR and the bridges demonstration, I was intrigued but my higher power eerily anxiously gas lighted me and something seemed out of balance. I began digging and finding out who was behind XR. Everything you need to know go and listen to this great information site: Windows on The World, a thoroughly well researched journalist who digs deep. Also the internet and other seekers and researchers also knew inherently that this XR movement had iffy connotations. Back in 2014 another Soros funded anonymous group called Occupy, a similar organisation pushed to end capitalism and place all the blame at the top one percenters. (ironic!).
XR is not cool and is most assuredly not a grassroots movement as touted. How can it be when it pays its protesters? Unheard of in my day!
It’s messages are to underpin a sense of social radicalisation whilst arguing that the world is coming to end by weather and climate, unless we take up their position. These agitators are riled up by false science using children to propel their myths. Roger Hallam & Gail Bradbrook with their comrades, refuse to engage in anything but their singular-pointed demands. Their mandate is to Tell the Truth, by any means, disrupt airports, city town-centres, streets and bridges using highly colourful tactics in the name of civil disobedience whilst telling the worlds media that unless we stop fossil fuels, we are on course to destroy the lives of millions. And with 16 year old Greta Thunberg, the chosen one, with her family rooted in fabled Swedish skulduggery. Her Great x3 grandfather came up with the slogan: global warming.
By 2025, Extinction Rebellion expect oil, gas, petrol, plastic, and chemicals in our current day to day norms, to be phased out. This will mean starvation. And complete blackouts in electric, gas central heating, hot water, and all the usual mod cons, we have become accustomed to. Nice one! They are pressing for a People’s Assembly’s to push forward their demonisation of everything and anything to do with carbon.
Unreliable heavily subsidised Wind & Solar Farms cost a lot to produce from carbon and will not provide enough energy requiring Back-up power stations.
Climate Change is the New Religious indoctrination in a morally bankrupt system.
Michael Mann’s NOW defunct Hockey Stick; that the consensus is verbatim as the gatekeepers et al, keep the illusion trucking willing Scientists on the U.N payroll exponentially continuing propagandising whilst omitting our Great Star which is now going into a Grand Solar Minimum that effectively is cooling earth as we speak.
The primary goal of the Paris Climate Accord — the reduction of atmospheric carbon dioxide — is nothing less than genocide against all plant life across our planet.
That’s because all plants depend on CO2 for their very survival.
So why CO2? Surely we know CO2 as the basis of all life for plants.
Humans attempting to eliminate CO2 from the atmosphere is equivalent to some evil, fictional “plant demon” attempting to eliminate oxygen from the atmosphere, causing the mass asphyxiation of the entire human race. Just as eliminating oxygen is genocide against humans, eliminating carbon dioxide is genocide against plants.
Fossil fuels and the combustion engine transformed every single thing known to man. Fossil fuels are renewable. Forests, woodland, trees are absolutely key carbon sequestration’s answer to capping the cooling not heating. If we decarbonise, plants will cease to grow, any gardener knows the secret life of plants. Everything is a resonance of vibratory quantum holograms. Music, meditation and mindful are key to self-care and harmonic well-being.
The Globalists agenda has been designed to create false flags under EMOTIONALISM, problem – reaction – solution propaganda with their buddies, the duplicitous paid Useful Idiots, the CIA Main stream Mockingbird media pushing the real agenda – communitarianism, by repeating climate change alarmism to frighten the children and by any means using the far left/right paradigms of self righteousness.
Climate is a Smoke Screen for The Trojan Horse creeping in:
Robots, Quantum technologies with 5G, will override jobs, manufacturing, services and products, as they will no longer need us. What will we do?
Depopulatewhilst profiteering…We have become negative energy/equity .
THE REAL AGENDA
AGENDA 21 & ICLEI (THE WILDLANDS) –
What is ICLEI – The International Council for Local Environmental Initiatives that is the major driving force for ‘SMART Growth” policies throughout the United States & the World. ICLEI programs have been implemented in 550 American cities.
ICLEI uses the slogan “Global to Local Action Plans” and incorporates highly collectivist central planning concepts that were developed in the Soviet Union during the 1950’s and 60’s….stack and pack housing projects located next to major transportation hubs that eliminate the use of private transportation. In Essence cites become islands of intense human activity in a sea of pristine natural wilderness areas that are off limits to average citizens.
Homes are getting smaller and a global elite push to privatise the countryside, and coastlines, is in the planning, known as ICLEI, with a significant drop in the population as we move towards supposed ‘sustainable’ living. We will be monitored daily, checked for our energy usages, and fined accordingly, all under the premise of saving the planet. Meanwhile The Elites will be living it large, living in luxury by the beaches and in the forests, flying in their planes, and not changing jack crap about their energy usages. Fear mongering that sea levels are rising, is simply not true, but buried as the CIA MSM keeps playing the same record.
The Green New Deal is co-oped private/public partnership to make a lot of dosh whilst making sure we live in a matrix nightmare designed as ‘Liveable cities’.
Starbucks, Pret A Manger, Greggs; the usual ubiquitous businesses will be the only thing left and small business will be a thing of the past. Its already here with cash machines and Banks closing leaving us with no options but to have credit and debit cards, or SMART phones.
SMART SMART SMART…traceable, trackable, and happening now as cell towers beam short wave microwave millimetre zaps back and fourth downloading, uploading, recording, listening, all our DATA. No longer free to be who we are meant to be. https://smombiegate.org
Directed Energy Weapons, 5G, Cell Towers and Microwave War fare….all being sold on our televisions, in our ads, in the street, as the Fifth Generation SMART GENERATION. Wake up folks.
Consensus is the key watch word. Chuck your SMART phones away. Change your codependency pattering. Educate yourself and think well of yourself.
I’d even go further DITCH THE SMART PHONES! Meanwhile the elites do not let their children have SMART bio-weaponry hanging around them.
“The common enemy of humanity is man. In searching for a new enemy to unite us, we came up with the idea that pollution, the threat of global warming, water shortages, famine and the like would fit the bill. All these dangers are caused by human intervention, and it is only through changed attitudes and behavior that they can be overcome. The real enemy then, is humanity itself.” – Club of Rome, premier environmental think-tank, consultants to the United Nations
We are all under the watchful DATA harvesters, they have it all, and cleverly they got it through giving us free Googlemail, Free Facebook, Free Social Media, What’s Ap, SnapChat, Instagram and on it goes. We flock to these devices and are eager to share our gains, wins, losses and other in this hyper-matrix military industrial complex saga as the official age of microchips or implants is now gaining traction.
And so…..Let us all educate and Say No! To the plotters planning to enslave, entrap and move us into their horrible Hunger Games vision with credit scoring on all our transactions…F****K That…..!
Our home is Homeostasis. Clean air, clean water, abundance and prosperity to all men, not just a handful. Beautiful clean foods with remedial outcomes from internal practice.
LETS GET BACK TO OURSELVES- COMMON LORE- NATURAL LORE…!
In a nut, you couldn’t make this up.
And finally, there is so much more I could add, this is not an easy read, however it had to come up and out, because I have seen the writing on the wall, and with Plato’s allegory of the psych in the cave of shadows as our mind plays wondrous vivid and deceptive tricks; we make judgements that are illusionary.. I have been controlled a lot, by external/internal influences; stepmother, farm, sex, drugs, rock n roll, hormones, needs, desires, wants,whims, not good enough, less than, fleabag, name calling and much more as the unfolding path secretes hot and cold logic coupled with right-thinking, inspirations, depressions, all in a single cell of resonance upon and within the seeking spirit that is attached in the third dimension as we know it, whilst this earth, this mother, father, brother, sister, and human family evolves through the quagmire, soil, water, mineral, air, ether, blood, chi, electrolytes, quarks, buzzing, shining, dying, living, surviving, willing, dependent on the very nature of man’s nurture with this cosmos. Ha! With all its guilty pleasures, and shameful parts we play from early on, guided to our current awakening, as challenging it may seem, we seek towards our own affirmation of Who Am I, grappling I fall, pick myself up from hurt, and burst fourth into the open, breaking free of the notion, that I was being programmed to be something else. I woke up, and I kept seeking, researching, questioning, demanding, asking, Who Are The Controllers Behind The Masks?
Humans are naturally in a state of happiness and purpose. All these controllers want our innate vibrations of love, entwined in tenderness, kindness, empathy. I often talk about that particular thing I have noticed growing up with very odd people, who lack love and compassion. They seem to be missing their Devine genes of empathy. The Hierarchies and blue bloods with all their land, houses, estates, wealth – are they truly happy living in their gated communities sucking on our soulular grounding LOVE that is ALL that is…..I wonder….
LOVE CONQUERS ALL. SELF CARE LEADS TO SELF AWARENESS thus UNLOCKING BOTH THE DARK AND THE LIGHTNESS OF BEING. Amen.
“THE further a society drifts from the truth, the more it will hate those that speak it.” – George Orwell
June 13th The Gemini month and what an odd month this is turning out to be…the weather is off, raining all day yesterday and at the weekend of the All About Eve, the insiders medicine healers party nestled in the most glorious part imo, of the country, Bradford and Avon, right near Monkton Combe..I wish oh I wish, I could live in that part of the country…I felt utterly at home there, staying at that lavish hotel, though a little Faulty Towers too, The Water House, a former old peoples home, and before that two families living there one after an other from the 17th c…and then on to my best friends new pad near Frome, in Somerset. Well a total departure from her old pile, a 17th c farmhouse, buildings, and land, to a very modern barn conversion, with SWANK written all over the wallpaper, which I loved bar one room, of annoying doggies….and of course she’d just literally moved in, so my beloved brother Lester, picked me up, from The Waterhouse on that fine sunny afternoon on Saturday, and drove us both down the road to Nicola’s.
I absolutely love having my brother around. He is wildly my brother from our deep and difficult childhood surrounded by sycophants, and ego’s so big, that us children were not only in the shadows appealing to be seen, let alone heard, but buried under a massive amount of shaming guilt that should one enquire, be prepared to be lambasted, defiled, called names, and thoroughly told off…that was how we were dealt with. Always being told that if we didn’t like it, we could always go to the mothership, of which terrified us even more, with the continuous insults coming our way as to how Jacqui, was such a cow bag. WE were petrified of that option, as Mum lived in a council house, was going out with some pariah called Terry Peaples, who was loud, dirty, rude. I felt unsafe more in mums company of keepers, and found that the hard, mean, and Stockholm-Syndrome warmth of the Common Farm, had more to give me than Mum’s mental-ness, and her total blame gaming, victimisation upon which John Manners, and Audrey Binks held her accountable, for all the crimes, all the blows to our little growing up hearts, all the main-line tragedies, were all down to Mum, Jaqueline and no other. We were poisoned.
We the children, were programmed a lot by the adults infidelities, lies, screwed up personas, all under the watchful eyes of Aunty Binks who was waiting for the event to happen, Dad to die, whilst she sucked up the farm, and sold it off for a pretty penny moving with her daughter and family to Devon. Crikey I am still utterly hurt by that childhood however when I am with my brother Lester, the light comes on, and I am able to function with another level of feelings. Those that are embedded in the good things a childhood cemented. That of remembering that glorious hot summer of ’76 and in the Autumn of ’75, Dad had conveniently brought a round step up-pool, that shimmered blue, and tantalised us kids to get totally excitable as that early hot summer came flooding in. We would literally jump off the bus and run up the long track frothing with anticipation as to who’d get in the cold spring water, first, and my, oh my, we’d be stripping clothes off of our backs , as we approached that defining moment, the total releasing of our whole selves as we imploded into the cool cold water of the pool. We were in heaven in the summer of ’76. I was 9 and about to be 10. I had begun to unravel the mysteries of my earlier years, and was totally confused by the childrens home, the parenting on display, the kidnap and living in Eastrop from 73-74….DARK years they were.
My mum failed to give me that nurturing I so was desperate to receive.. no not a chance in hell, would that be coming as I’d cry every night and morning wishing I was at the farm – a jump and a skip across the fields from the cottage. However I was looked after, cleaned, hair brushed, clean pants, and looked presentable, but I was not happy. Not -in -a -million years. In fact my child hood was a total nightmare, other than the animals, and nature that swept me up and cradled my dreams for a better Mia Manners. I was permanently on flight and fight, my dearest Adrenals Glands didn’t stand a chance….I literally never felt safe…and it was true, to the point of a little job was found for me in Bibury, Glos, and out I went at 16 years old.
My dreams last night were full of rain crushing into an old house, that was a shop, water and roof clumped around the table in the shop window which was next to another very important house. Someone was in there as I told them that here was open to the elements…the door opened from the lashing of rain that had been…a man was near, so I explained that to him, now I was on a cliff…and the sea was loud, and angry…..suddenly I was propelled into a car, not driving it, though my foot was down…a women and her child in the passengers seat took the route down to the crowds of people on the beach who were cooking fish and making a great meal and deal of something….of course my dreaming woke up …..
Yesterday I literally tumbled over on to the pavement…BANG! THUD! One minute walking happily with the dogs, then kersplatt, I knew I was going over, and there, I found myself with my chin saving my nose and forehead taking that very oddly timed fall. The Doggies hadn’t tripped me, or pulled me..it came out of the blue just as I had received a text from Dave who is leaving his new place..something isn’t right there….and I was thinking mildly on whether to talk to him about it, when I fell. Blood poured from a big gash, hole in my chinny chin chin, and it left me shaken, shocked and thoroughly not sure as to why that happened. Shock really reveals stuff to you, and my innate head went to 5G….I had been activated and kerpow! I was on the floor head down, and in the clouds of that DARPA Energy weaponry.
My fellow dog walker friend Kalau, was totally concerned saying he didn’t see it, only that when he turned there I was blood pouring, and me in a straight horizontal line looking at the pavement. It woke me up. Again. I got home after I nearly collided with a motor bike on CharingCross…I got off the phone.. Bullit was a welcome sight, but his lovely blue ring had burst, from a walk Mets had given to him as he played with chums in the bushes. He now has a black plain ring around his next to stop him itching, but no matter what I do, he still feels the itches. Today I change my life forever.
The End Game has Arrived.
Today my daughter receives her glorious 30 day and beyond keyring from Mariguana Anonymous….I am utterly utterly proud of my girl. She did her first two exams on Tuesday and I feel they went well. She is smart, always has been, but the skunk, the skunk smack of the smoke world, had nearly robbed her of all her vitality, youth, and clarity. She was a wreck putting on weight, and totally absorbed in a world of chasing drugs at college with all her user friends…I knew it, I could see it, and I thank God daily that her Guides fully activated her visions to see little girls stroking her feet at the bottom of her bed and voices in her head. It would have got worse, and again, I cannot say it enough, 5G is the 666 mark of the beast.
Today I write a blog about it.
I had a lovely little chat with Kirsty yesterday in regards to 5G and the Devils weaponry being used upon humanity, And that Extinction Rebellion is a controlled opposition fakery…..and that highly intelligent people are being used to fight climate change, which is an oxymoron in itself…..If XR were a truth vibration, I would know it. If they highlighted the problems of 5G, that would have been the leading light for me, but no…they bring on some pawn from Sweden, a teenager, to carry the message that the climate and carbon are defect, the problem of earth. That anyone who doesn’t agree with their Mission, is mad. I did my research and found a lot to dispel the myths and origins of this organisation, that is run by Gail Bradbrook, Roger Hallam, and George psy-opped Barda of Occupy 2014.
People need to wake up and do their homework. People I love and respect are hellbent in to the dystopian future scenario of the United Nations,Agenda 21/30 Green New Deal, that is eerily horrible, which will take ALL our freedoms away should we not press this out and get people to imagine a future that is shrouded in chip and pins, stack and packs, Mega-Regions that are no longer sovereign countries, but stretches of regions, districts if you will where humans live, and the wild-lands are human free, animal and plant led bar a handful of elites who have slaves to fully allow these lunatics to do their bidding. And that’s just the tip. The whole climate-change push is the drill with all the Mainstream media on board affiliated Secret Societies. However their imagined end game, is exposed and dying as we all begin to allow the focus to expose the Globalists…. The world is being divided into have and have nots, who believes in climate change or those who have done their research and know what is going on when pulling the curtain back. I will never vote again. That is is. I can see how SMART meters are becoming the gadgetry that we must all have in order to do our bit. What about good old fashioned common sense? Where did that go? Just use less water when showering? Put a jumper on when cold?
I was completely in awe of common sense as a child. It was all we ever were told by Dad. Wheres your bloody common sense? WE knew innately what that meant..it meant the intuitive strand that links all life through a beautiful golden light, that is the truth of the matter. That defines the wholeness of ones minds emerged in body and the grounding-ness that is Mother Earth with her beautiful polarised father sun, sprouting the eminence of light. It is simply as it is. Yet again we have been eroded, pounded, beaten and told we are not worthy unless the State tells us how to live, the School systems programme us with left socialist, communist garbage all wanting everyone to have the same….Universal f’ing credit for starters…The State and the dole ruined my early years..upon knowing it was there, it took the parental power and guidance away from my beloved farm, and thrown into the world I went. Of course I can say that it helped and shielded me from the streets, but I am now convinced it totally hindered my self-development in so many ways. And that guts me.
In so many levels. The Dole sucks. The State is a big lie and the way we are being run, herded like sheep fattened up with shit non nutritional foodstuffs, and jabbed with vaccinations till we no longer can feel our God like selves connected to the vast open universe because we are so fucking dumbed down by eating shite, watching crap, and programmed to think that we are nothing but slaves who go to work day in day out, unless we are the lucky ones, who runs our own business, or does wonderful work to service for others…but again, the past 30 odd years, I have seen the future as I lived in my own hell hole as a child, with disgusting parenting, abusive and crushed early, traumatised by the permanent being told , that I am not Who I think I was – my fathers daughter….and thrown out to in out Who Am I, and What Am I doing here?
Yeah reading above sounds a little pesimistic, but the truth shall set one free! Wake up, and do your own research…This worm is turning……
Dearest Diary, A funny lot of dreams, sat with me was Robbie Williams, of Take That fame, hanging around me all the time in some countryside place, Aunty Shelia, various other friends as he kissed, caressed and mooched about. We all knew who he was, but he was not famous anymore and we just liked him. There was food too to eat… Yesterday I posted a dear diary event on my blog upsetting lucille…It wasn’t meant to harm her, or do anything wrong, but those words tumbled out of me and I just felt I needed a place for it, them, me, to express my own top lines without trying to be clever or tell anyone about 5G, or GND, or the controlled opposition of which Extinction Rebellion is, and that Climate Change needs thinkers not deniers or gullible signer on’s who want to push for carbon being outlawed and taxed to fill the coffers of the greedy institutions like the U.N, The Banks, IMF and those who make the laws up… I am aware my dog job is under threat too, as I do take a lot of holidays going away to Devon this week and next weekend I shall be at some festival with Greg Sams in the countryside…And then another tour up to the Arctic circle passing the Norway fields….in a tub…..And then what about the summer holidays – where shall I be? France, or England? I must get on with buying a little car to take me far far far away…from this fizz and crackle of 5G and Londons mirth and misery! My dear nutty Russian came over last night spilling her enthusiasm at me with her new found concept which will require Richard Sharpe and Zen Essex to co-create her designs…I can see it too. Embroidery time is ahead…. My guest arrived, a Professor in English Literature and as he sat himself down with me, I asked him what’s up, he came back with “Well as you know we have a difficult situation in the States with politics”, so I moved into my behind the curtain story and how it doesn’t really matter which head of State comes in..they are all the same…however I moved swiftly on to talk about the environment and the total decimation of the soils in England from the 1947 Agricultural Act that paved the way for organo-phosphates to be used in the name of ‘Increasing The Yields in the Fields’ and for taxpayers to pay for their wholesale destruction of the lands, wiping out millions of acres of top soil, ploughing up rare wild flowers and water meadows and cutting the hedges down under the new false beating drum of capitalism and government in cahoots. We arrived at the Common farm water meadows as I fiercely placed my points re: the madness of torch groups being funded by dubious men and women under the guise of improving our lives with the old causing a problem, reacting and then offering solutions. My Grandfather Frank Henry told the Ministry of Food and Farming to sod off in the war years. His explanation was that why would he plough up the Water-meadows when they would only flood in winter? He had a great point and those 100 acres survived mutilation and mass destruction, thus creating the SSI status (Site of Specific Interest) and now are preserved for future generations, the only thing is, no one gets to go on that land as it is owned by Big Pharma monies after my step mother sold. However my point is thus: We are being pushed, swayed, cajoled by false science, false alarmists, false inconvenient truths from the main stream and ER, IPCC, Agenda 21 are all leading to the totalitarian ball and chain in all our living arrangements and as an ex consultant in all things to do with carbon foot-printing, I can see how things are written on the wall….. Thank you.
Dearest Diary…back on May 31st…it has gone so quick…I honestly had to blink twice in seeing this date hit me….we had a great’sh time in Devon with dear Aunty Shelia putting up with two great big teen gals, they sleeping in her upstairs four poster bed, and Lu and I in the room over looking that incredibly well worked upon and totally neat garden packed full of early summer flowers….I brushed hard up against my ego and it all came tumbling out with me feeling extremely paranoid and put upon when we sat down to eat at Pete and Sams and Lucille overspilled her own minksy behaviour by pouring out, ‘Did you vote Brexit?’ of which a sharp NO, we love Europe thus putting me in a strange unfoldment of politics at dinner mixed in with satanism and Coleshill of last year….All in all it naturally turned and bit me on the head with Sam slamming the table and shutting me down, stating my mouth was loud, where as I had apologised from the minute we impassed our beliefs systems and yet no, Pete, Aunty Shelia, Lucille, were all for flaming those flames and leaving me to just finally get up, and walk out, quickly saying thank you and goodbye…where upon, Eva-Marie called me and I just burst into tears with Bullit running beside me in that most picturesque village….I couldn’t really speak too much however, as Mets ran up besides me….still I just wanted to get out of that toxic environment with everyone seemingly pointing the blame game upon me…..It hurt……We all had a part to play…..I had already had stab pains in my right hand side of my front heart, a pain spiking in my lower right abdomen and my left hand side of my face wounded by inflammation possibly leaning to toothache upon my filled in porcelain tooth…..from the minute we arrived on Sunday…. I felt dejected, rejected, abandoned and utterly saddened that this stupid conflict of a great crowd of egos, and me getting very much the hard shoulder of it all….I do hold my hands over my heart in that, however family is not what it seems, though blood is thicker than water..my sadness stemmed from Pete…my dear cousin whom I have developed a sweet relationship and feel especially close to him. However he is married, and loyal and for that I have no other option, but to cry my heart out, like a wounded banshee in the arms of Aunty Shelia and release some old ills, resentments and other.
This came out…. I had written in text to Dave about the shoddy effort he had worked on in my flat back in 2013…and finally let him have it…this again pleased me, as it was long overdue and I do believe we will be friends even from such a delayed in-action for so long harbouring in my belly…again bias from others does not help….but there…Let it go Miss Manners….it is done…. I dreamt of Rima and Fifi fighting and Bob being in a back room while I tried to bathe in a bath with Bullit…I scrambled into to hold off Rima and Fifi declaring that Rima dropped me for Fifi all those years ago and that had hurt all those years ago only to be woken up by Metta-Angel crying in the bathroom from another deep wounding dream about Cameron….she is waking up and working hard upon herself from the anger that carries around in her…as she spits out foul words and directs pointedness at anyone standing in her way..as she did yesterday morning with Aunty Shelia…..She went to her meeting last night and always comes back with a new sense of renewal and faith in her stopping dope, skunk and all that is junk in her world, including the people places and things she has hung around with……She is awakening up and it hurts as she self awarely discovers the joys of being clean, and serene from that utterly foul minded drug…that has been sent to really dehumanise the youth, and cut them up blocking their hormones and gutting out their truth vibes…,.ah the mainstream drug systems is everywhere, food, pharma, pouring from the skies and much worse…….Still we are human and as 5G is now on in London, it buzzes and crackles and fizzes around us, this DEW-HAARP Tesla energy…..The Devils work it is….however I am determined to remain upbeat, keep my side of the street clean, and do my utter best in my most self assuredly and honest authentic way, to make sense of my own performance in this 21st century…..Live in my awareness of co-creativeness!
And so coming home on the train, walking through Hyde Park with Bullit and over to Watkins book store to buy a few self help books, was a good thing to do…we noticed the doggie people and ragged modern homeless, siting Bullit off lead with his donut on that is there to stop him scratching his terrible scabs….. On arrival, home looked very clean from my massive green-clean last week before embarking this half-term and leaving our guests, who wrote a very spectacular reference of which sang to my heart, for I did work hard at impressing upon her, how London is a fine city… I did have to clean up the moths though and out of the cupboard I found their hiding places, of which were in the sesame and pumpkin seeds and brown rice, all now gone out the window….I eventually after tidying, cleaning and eating, and watching Love in a Cold Climate, a jolly set in the mid 20th century with Celia Imrie and Alan Bates, a superb little reminder of the upper classes leading up to world war two…with The Bolter! Such fun!
And again reading my most especially fabulous book called STAR OF THE SEA, JOSEPH O’CONNOR… a rip roaring entanglement of those who left to go to America in 1847 upon that ship, and their stories in the most hideous Potato famine that beseeched and destroyed whole families in that terrible time from blight and how the English and skull-duggery Irish did not help and yet we had all the money in the world as the Victorian Industrial Empire raged creating the world we live in now….what a disgrace and yet this book is leading me to such heights in words I have and do not know. It wets my appetite to write and read more of the classics..yes the classics…….
I am thoroughly convinced by that and now that things are sort of moving towards a trajectory of healing. I shall do my upmost to remain pure, be self-aware, and live through my soul-self, not that grasping, desiring egoic mind of mine which literally wishes to keep me in full expectations and grand plans leading my I to self loathing and selfish deceptions that cannot and do not serve humanity, nature and my body! I am convinced I can do much better especially as I have a great chance of living kindly and honestly…rather than the towing and throwing of muckiness and mayhem that is everything policing the way our innate individual hearts govern. C60 Purple Power saved the day last night! I was stocked up with pills and potions from Helen, when Greg called to see if I am up for a TT today, and so I told him my predicament with my left tooth inflammation and he advised not paracetamol or Ibrofuren , but Aspirin as it is the closest to nature…so I took that on board and just as I was finishing watching Pride and Prejudice, I remembered C60, and took the last sliver, to notice immediately my tooth ache subside and my awakening today with no pressure..however I shall be watching this….or rather feeling this….
I am off to walk in Chelsea with those unconditional doggies, the General Hank, Hugo and Blondie and gaze wonderfully at the blooming spring summer tide, with birds enchantingly singling, Stop 5G…stop it you see….the eugenistics and Bilderberg are meeting as we speak in Switzerland, bringing fourth more of their gutteral attempts to control our every thing from our hearts and minds under a false banner of Climate Change and discord pains, and all that is wrong with the world……but as my Aunty Shelia, it is as it should be…leading us all to our own perceptions…I am awake. and awakening and its painful, however I am so glad to be here witnessing this fourth dimensional industrial revoltuion…..!
Nature is the way….
The End is the Beginning….Death is Rebirth…there is nothing to fear…….but fear itself!
‘I like your feet their different’ he looked straight in my eyes spinning me out of orbit. Not no one has made a point of liking my feet… with their distinct inheritance… the foot specialist said they were not bunions but called Hallex ****
I’ve always kept my feet out of direct shot Trying so hard to love their wonky table aesthetics as lester says…or plates… skewith and both different.
Richard would say hooves….Feet are covered and yet very important…my feet have always been wonked and yet deep down I know that they serve me and ground me, and dance me and there’s some very unusual activity in them, that I feel is to do with my spacey background and act as radar to my home planet….heh hum
I’m very open but private and protective and honestly insecure about this extreme sensitive subject and wonder why bother… yet like my handy hands… that work so well onmost things and i must admit I like them… yet feet…
Yet I noticed I said to Metta-Angel you can never get vain with feet like mine she said yup you’re right there!
My mum always said a man doesn’t fall in love with your feet he falls for your virtue ok unmade that up but I im Like that and mum actually said with you … with you…darling
Cara Mia Carina Mia dear Mia
You chose an extenuating feature andyour feet service your who you are and happens to do a very dainty and pretty witty repartee, a soupe song and a gallopy energetic and gapey kind of absolutely you.
And to prove a point I trained as a reflexologist and studied well and what a extraordinary chance of finding an art crafted to the wondrous and dextrous handy helping hands that scrunch and push past into the tender spaces that ooze energy leaving the vivid wide open spaces to expand from the caress be it hard, tense as feelings float bubbling up through the mystical sensory synapses of the intracellular micro molecular constellations out through body mirror systems guided intuitively pressing points particularly the fifth dimension of the solar plexus, the point of no return that sends universal signals to the muscle group,meridians, neurones receptors captivating the electrons pulsating spark lit fusion connections that snap, crackle and buzz the whirling wonder unseen world of body soul spirit multi-sensational growing out of relief pure relief , blissed and conscious contemplation, ah the soft and hard press, push-pull effleurage, the reflexologist mixes hercombination bag of elementals,flooding endocrine, stimulating master glands as they secrete and targetmolecular ATP multi perceptive and crusading right thinking leading to right being powering up limbic yearnings of another time thatsupporting the ever floweth bridges that allow all parts in the chi life currents of conscious mosaics meeting in the middle.
The whole foot mirrors all the body systems and organs, of course they do..Cardiovascular, digestive, lymphatic, sympathetic and parasympathetic muscular skeletal cells,endocrine, skin, spleen, pancreatic, yeah.
Then we go to another plain where we enter the etheric, astral, cosmic orders that raise our chakras with vatta pitta and kapha.
Yes it’s about then realigning or matching vibratory quiverings that squelch a higher dimension sequestering higher purpose waking opening as from another sleep
My mother gave me her shape as her mother too… mum was convinced we were concubines from china a few thousand years ago or did she mean a few hundred years….
Whatever she was very passionate about her saying they’re so odd-looking cos they were bound in bandages and broken so the toes would break and become stunted. Painful and they couldn’t walk in fitful strides as it was jolly painful so all they could manage was tip toe type shuffle wearing wooden painted boxy shoes. It was hard and harsh.
Yeah my feet have weather radar depicting how swollen, sore, throbby they would feel
I also remember when I was a big dresser upper, I tried heals from the tender beginnings as a 16-year-old at The Brunel Rooms, in Swindon dancing my socks off but In so much agony at the end of the night but I was young, still a bit of a wall flower/follower and continued punishing my feet with pointy, Healy, such and such.
I was always waiting to kick them off and walk barefooted and sometimes squeaks of my feet came out to feel the Earth in all her textures, grassy bouncy hotty rough sandy stoney watery and roughshod
I loved those precious moments
Onions out and the prone foot squishy squashy stretching freeing oozing drawing on the rippling rapture of surrendering
Then once I got into my stride and hit the mean streets or paths paved in glitter and gold, where the look was your individual sovereignty and a very enthusiastic approach that lept open with every vintage find, cut and style a la moda ah the thrill of finding beautiful unusual unique garments was cracking and I began to swap heals for baseball boots, converse, monkey boots, doc martins, then another era herald in with flats, trainers, mountain boots crept in
It didn’t matter as I sincerely delve intuitively into the deep sands of dressing up with my abandon
And mostly wore flats
I then became bolder more recently with more confidence growing through self work self-care and self-awareness to throwing off the vanity insecurity as the result the work was astounding
My later forties has their value and also mass waking up accelerations
Shifting out of my sedated meandering I got head on with my behaviours and overall perception of the old paradigm
I was going out of control crashing and cascading uncontrollably in self lack
Then I faced the demons one by one
And became interested in the other world internally
It hurt it felt off out of whack and weirdly right on target…and just became my self, foot sure!
That my life on this most extraordinary planet that we call Earth
Is blessed and radiant attracting magnetic mad actions
That I could have should have would have if I’d thought about it
I may have excelled in being a firsthand pop star politician
Singing out my heart of all of Gaia’s rhythm nations
Standingupformotherearth in all my unique precision
I may have been a glorious famous film star my first passion
Hanging out with all those wonderful stars glamorous and fast fashion
I may have been a superstar girly footballer when I was spotted in Glastonbury playing top spot knocking balls in
Scoring simply fearless
Bring in the ladies Lioness team!
I may have resorted to science, quantum, molecular, stratosphere important as I fell down the black hole retuning with amazing new symphonies to show explain and charter new waters in space time physical dreams
I may have ran the alternative complimentary scenes, offering hands on multifaced new electrolytes that heal everything
At just a simple intention a little plant extension and superb manifestation
All free energy like my portal opening up to me
With Tesla Einstein Steiner Bailey Orwell and all those past now types as Disclosure is the new word about
The whole ascension that is Earth IS heaven
Oh dear lord goddess masters ascended oh just get out of bed
Imagination imprinting the right thinking leading to right action
Ah maybe a high priestess ancient back here to blast open the apprehension gateways to fearless contemplation
That were only small less than enslaved trapped in greedy worship
Of which all beings rainbow open minded heart centred down to Earth are shouting about
Yes a guru a fab cook you know
Promoting organic local and seasonal
Archiving legendary people’s lives
Working with teenagers
Dreaming in radio broadcasts on 104.4fm
Tuning into that place leading up to gratitude all the while
Mother Earth father sun universal streamline unfolding all the space time
Parties for purposes raisingawareness bridging the multidimensional wild wonders free style free Earth death rebirth cycles
Right readers and Mia Manners, yes that’s me, that’s you, that is humanity and all things that are interrelated, interdependent. I sit here warm, enthusiastic and aware that I am PART of this earth and that my task in coming back, was to jolly well unleash the beautiful unbridled, passionate parts of myself as I grow through my pain, and I become more awake whilst my rampant child like self-will tantrum from time to time, wishing to keep me in a fixed state of survival and not much else. I remember when I came to earth all those years ago, that somewhere inside of me, was an innate record of why and how I should unfold in this plane of planes and become the strong, female of the rooted species of which I belong and the bridging of how I came to choose through the great Gods and Goddesses of our making and become a unique individual, sovereign and fine on my own divine path, creating my own chaos and order in an impermanence of play. Phew that’s a monologue!
I was born in the Age of Pisces still, meaning Jesus Christ our beloved hippy founding on Son of God, whom gave us all permission to become Gods and Goddesses and rise out of our love of materials and worshipping outside of ourselves, He, Jesus gave us alongside the great other enlightened bodies, like Buddha, Lao Tao, Aristotle, Plato, Hari-krisna and so on..us all permission to be sovereign souls walking, waking, and all supporting each other, not killing, dividing and conquering as we have seen over the past few thousand years.
Of course, this is great news for all and every sentient being, but for some that would be way to unconditional and easy…what everyone can become a God and Goddess? NO no, said some, and those that said no, were the leading lights, the Kings and Queens, The Masters of Manipulation, Authorities and Religious supreme spiritual ordering types, 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.
The Ancient Cultural Wisdoms of Great Magnitude, that held the keys to enlightenment were suppressed, chased down, and so pushed away from the ordinary folks, farmers, artists and such like that cared for the Celtic traditions, the community, the open seasonal cycles, spiralling cosmical in a living landscape, within the wonder of the nature of its indigenous people’s, tribes, inherent cultures al interdependent on our home and the earth that we all love, called Mother Earth.
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.
This for me, these darkest days before the brightest dawn of the shadowy consciousness that now sweeps across the world from the same well rehearsed pom games of poisoning our minds with the alt right and alt left narratives, dividing us up, conquering us as slaves as we continue to battle under the banners of choosing left or right cos otherwise the bogeyman is coming to get you…leading us to The Separation Rhetoric of the Secret Societies that now we recognise in the sayings of illuminati, or Bilderberg, or Roma 300, or plain Banking families who keep us in constant poverty consciousness, scarcity, fear mongering, and on it goes as my Aunty Shelia would say.
Inner Free Wheeling Journey of Individual Wonderment! But first there’s that Birth Certificate we sign and agree to give up our FREE WILL
However this journey, I have been on for many eons, years, months, minutes, hours, are now on timelines that no longer interest me, have all led me to my inner free wheeling journeying of self discovery.
I turned and faced my inner demons, my inner child, my innerself in all my acts and downfalls in recalibration, discombulaton and then open surgery on grief, that gave me the tools to transfigure and learn about love, and how abusive I had held onto those behaviours or my repeating characters such as my own inner tyrant telling me how I was useless, a story given to me by my father, and my mother telling me the bond was broken many years ago, which was harrowing in itself, as to not have my own mother, how did that impact on the Great Mother? And of course Aunty Binks, the neglectiful step mother who put me down at every turn.
HA! Then the systems we grow up in, school, Police, Law and Order, all authoritarian figures in their shadowy old books, their hands in all the pots & pies, the fields, and of course we AGREE to these systems from the minute we enter through and sign our signatures on the birth certificate, We then become enslaved to that law, made to captivate and keep us. I began to join up the dots, and in doing so, I realised the only way I would come up out of the rabbit hole, was by surrendering to God, to Mother Earth, to me, to me, to me, not to what I had always thought was what controlled me, my life, my outward bound story. I realised the unseen cabal, the blood letters, the chi energy stealers, the hoi polloi, the global agenda racketeers, were now rising up out of the depths of deep muddied water, out of the belly of the beast, out of my gut, and I was one of themand then ON to them. I could sense, I had been used, abused, and as I am that sort of human that has been here before, I could sense, that beast, the tyrant, the persecutor, the feeder, the enabler, the victim, the blame gamer, the told you so, those voices, those feelings, those dark old aged game of throne players, all wanting to keep hold of their power, at all costs, I began one by one, to face them, challenge that long-held played game. And in doing so, that voice began to stop and I began to become my own Author. There, twinkling in the sunshine was me always there, that little voice, that little lost voice, now focused towards right doing, right thinking, right being, with sincere work leading to my redemption and my resolution.
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 Who Am I, and then we get on with having all the good and bad luck, the homelessness, the rejection, the abandonment, the ectasy, the loss, the scarcity models, the abuse, the way we treat ourselves, the lack of faith in ourselves, in our trusting of our innate nature to all things sentient that lay within our intracellular systems and as we all become illuminated and self aware, we can unlock those dormant pathways.
And begin to set ourselves FREE into our-Cell-elves !
Intuition is my guide to all things that raise me upwards to self betterment that lead me to self-awareness..
This is ancient work that mankind needs remember, and then to start the deep self work, and start the process of wondering, questioning, feeling those feelings, letting them come up and not reacting, how and why in certain times of the day, the night, the this, the that, we, I , you, feel tired, sad, angry, frustrated, scared, fearful, mad, crazy, unhappy, hurt, addicted, and we are all seeking our purpose, our sense of order in a world out there, on the main stream, that depicts fear as its rule of thumb and for me, I have found that I had those entities living in side of me, in my gut, my solar plexus and sacral heart, and that those unseen, those unmentionables were totally living on my psyche, my body, my essence and would crave upheaval, mental and emotional mayhem, would love to feed off me in states of my own self fear perpetual nightmares and cycles of feeding. I was taken and used freely, however much duress by these unwelcome unseens loved to suck on my chi energy, parasitical being invited in so to speak, in my free will.
Once I began to surrender towards my own break downs, my own gods will, my own belief in my intuition that held me upwards every single time, though all the confusion, destruction, and self loathing, all parts of self; I began the process of self-examination, and down that rabbit hole I a-went. In the burrowing, and seeking, searching and freaking out, crying like a baby, waking bit by bit, dumping much about me, letting go, releasing, remembering, I came up from that rabbit hole and I found, I found, myself. I shook with joy, I chose to understand how it feels not to be seeking approval in all that I do, which was my biggest triggers, that disempowered and traumatically left me with gaping holes, and then the people pleasing, all that stuff and blame gaming, I unravelled and opened up to Gods Country, to Jesus, to Mary, to Mary Magdalena, to Green Tara, to Hatha, to my guides, to my angels, to my ancestors, to deepening and courageously I felt my old rebirthing techniques, I began to see, feel, hear, death as my birth and all the sex, drugs, drama, started to make sense, and I began to laugh, and discover the only thing that I was fearful of, was me.
I was scared of my own divinity, my own sovereignty, my own self love and ability to connect to source, to God, to Goddess, to angels, to Guides to Nature.
Into the Conscious Fields of Energy, ah sweet sounds, sweet smells, sweet feelings, sweet sites……sweet tastes…..Sweet life…leading me to..
My rooting accessibility began to unfold and clear and drop into the laps of my own place in the universe and I began to trust in the process of living.
I have plenty of talent and plenty to do and not to get caught up in Q posts,Q The deep grimy back stabbing state, duplicitous red and blue poli-ticks, and raise my consciousness to meet why I am here and who am I and not to be bothered in the blurry lines of mass media control, attached to mass pharma poisoning and mass intense food dumbing down programmes…rather to approach my life with my love for life, my keenness to express without who said what and when and to be truly authentic for my own safety and wellness…I do enjoy underground press, alternative media and other forms of inspirational narratives, but I do not stand by war mongers, deforesters, mass Pharma pushing, Mass Agri-intense destroyers of all creatures on this beautiful and rich biodiverse earth.
I do not stand by those who line their pockets by the blood and guts of children trafficking, exploitation of the masses through the media, and all things that ruin the land that we all come from. I am interested in harnessing my own wellbeing-ness by choosing what is right and what feels good, this being the sun, the wild and wonderful unpredictable weather, the way the elementals and seasons combine to grow up the food, the good unadulterated organic food, the seasonal and slow processing of growing and making, of knowing that the fruit in my jam this morning was picked by my own hand and made at home. To learn every day that it is a gift to be here. To appreciate what I have and NOT what I don’t. To keep working towards my greatest passions that are so embedded with my love for nature, that being little clods of grass in the verge at the edge of the road. That the flowers sprouting up ina city wall, are miracles. That we humans are so befuddled and dragged down by all the so called exciting stuff out there to be conquered, over come, with the constant thinking I must get that in order to feel this. That that of which is outside of ourselves is all just an illusion.
I am here. I have made it. I have come from afar but close enough to recognise that this is paradise. I have felt the cold hand of homelessness, of hunger, of being not good enough by my parents and peers alike. I have felt ashamed at my growing up as my fathers words still are at the front of my thinking – you nearly lost me the farm. I am aware that my mother was a victim and it carried deep with in my own thinking a lot. I am yet also so happy that in a strange way I have had the stories that are deeply sparkling in my electrons and magnetic feels of embodiment and sharp synapses that snap and uncurl great enthusiastic balls of potential. That even though my father was extremely cruel on many levels I survived and I loved my father so so much. That every kind word was to be held deeply in my heart for ever. And when my mother was happy, smiling around her beloved horses, and dogs, like I today with my wonderful God Dog job, I think of her. How animals were her success and joy in her vibration. Both my parents gave me nature and all the sentients of this multi magical planet. The parts I play in getting to know who Am I today, are that I recognise that taking mind altering foods and drinks do not work, that my own self reflections are based in the fear and love of making my own amends with and without others.
I have to say that things are unfolding fast and that I was initially going to write about my observations in Trumpism, I’ve been so enthralled with his narrative & as is to ask is Trump a troll for the New World Order and all the Deep state horrors or is he motivated to actually draining that stinky duplistic swamp?
And so I travelled down another rabbit hole that left me feeling very discombobulated, appalled and reeling that the deep state is foul, anti Mother Earth, and all sentient vibrations whilst low sucking lower archaic and archonic blood chi energy rely on other things trying to control through unconsciousness as their false gods attach insanely to great harvesting of humanity. Erghhhh get me away from that fourth dimension!
That we know deep down, in our bellies that the world is not what we think or seem to think. Many of my own feelings have been split in two.
The Swamp of cloak and daggers, skull duggery, msm dualistic blab blab blab
Are you here with us? or are you a terrorist? That seems to be the level of playing on a field full of deception.
I now see for myself that in my lacks I made up stories and some are true and some are just stories. I have much more to do than to worry and obsess about who does what and why, and remind my self that I love love love things and people and this planet called Earth. I am not interested in those vibrations that keep my stomach swollen and odd. I have had a strange stomach for the past year or two, my gut laden with some sort of entity or creature. So I have stepped up with the flora and fauna bacteria to mulch my deep seated gut into action with the help of Gregory Sams master of organic fermented drinks. I am blessed to be making my own apple kefir that explodes if not careful when opening. Greg gave me some great mothers!
I am happy that I am now on a new spring like trajectory that means I am not going to be distracted by the under currants of skull duggery, back stabbing, lying, thieving, and so on.
I am glad that I have the people around me who care about what they eat, how they stand up for their own unique beliefs and that we are all connected by the great source of life that gives us water, air, wood, metal and earth. I am glad that at this time in life I am blessed with the fortune of growing up on a farm, to a mad farmer who did things his own unique eccentric way.
When I saw the psychic last year, she was clear that John Manners was desperate to tell me how much he loved me and how he was sorry for his reckless and selfish own victimisation of his fear to stand by his daughter. I know he touched me up as a baby and a toddler. I know this to be true however I am working on now being the best version of myself and moving myself away from those that try to harm and take me to another place that is dark. I know that darkness exists, for without the dark, there could be no light. I know right from wrong and that as my diary page unfolds my beautiful hands give way to my heart, to my mind, to my body and allow the tumbling of words to flow at ease and in readiness to make the best of what I am.
My Dad in our kitchen on The Common Farm..2008
This book has changed everything…
I am therefore creating a story called Children of The Soil, that runs with my life long passion of interrelating to the wonder of micro and macro organisms any the sentient calling of all life on earth, in the universe, in the heavens and in the deep deep dark underbelly the womb and the life giving that she our Great Elder, Our wonderful Grandmother Mother Earth, who gives all her children the opportunity to wake up and walk lightly as our great ancestors did before us and now they are here in my heart, in my thinking, in my righteousness to talk closely in my dreams, in my soul, in my deep deep connection to earth that all is well and that her concerns are that we as individuals not get caught up in dark dark lower vibrations that are yes here, but our mother is telling us to go outside and look and feel and touch and be apart of nature, not the dark web, the dark dark days when women were killed for being healers who had the art and crafts of the fields, the woods, the herbs that scattered across the great swathes of the countrysides, in the cities, in the villages and towns..that each parochial interdependent part was bound together to help and heal, not though of what our past did to eachother in the grim thundering of science and industrialisation that brutalised our breathens and sisters. That the enemy is within and that the mind can be trained with an uplift in the glory of ascension of self realisation of self care, of self awareness. That we must turn towards our own sovereignty again and again and not get caught in the hum drum low vibe of men with swords and without due connection to earth.
This is how we have come, from the clay, the soil, the great life giving mulching, mixing alchemy that gives us our daily bread, our delicious fruit and gracious flowers….The need for me is to stop dragging myself into a place that harms, is toxic, is gray and bound with bondage…I have been in bondage all of my life. I have struggled to make sense of any thing and everything. I am a child. I am also a woman and a survivor of external and internal battling. I have grown up to feel dirty and at times pure. I am both of the parts of all things that we humans are.
In all things on this planet, we are creators and for this, I am no longer aligned to the malpractices of those who wish harm on Mother Earth and Father Sun…I am interested in the making and growing up of myself to become that of which I chose to come – A Rainbow Warrior of this Great Earth…Ta x