Christmas Chicago house is odd… my lungs could smoke no more…as I wheezed and struggled to push it down great sprouts of half breaths led me to saying.. no no more… I collapsed, sunk low and feel emotionally raw… body mind spirit.. I want to be with you all… Lucille chickened out of coming… so a great big house and 5 of us rattling this Storm as Bella rages And the village is falling apart… The Moet closing down and The Red Lion… so sad…. track n trace and more lies, fear perpetuating everything… I can see feel it all…. I’m going to come in a van with my stuff and my family….if they want to come… and make a go renting something… where we belong if this bs continues… it’s getting worse for my health…. People are scared. Masks… leading to vaccinations… to totalitarian lockstep into the great reset.. oh Johannah! It’s time for a revolution with pitchforks and fearlessness… I love you so much… and miss you so much… And I love love love your gift…. you an are amazing original artist… Is your Bella pregnant??? The storm is raging… Tier 4 what a fucking bore….lockstep 2010 Rockerfella at it again..The people need to recognise We, The People, are at War..a Spiritual War Good v Evil… Godly, Goodly or Under the thumb of slavery…
When are you going to switch off the mainstream media
And start living life with freedom
Not Tyranny… for you cannot have both..these liars, thieves, crooked war mongerers holding the keys.. as they throw their only weapons of mass fear under our feet on our sacred Mother.. each one of us bound to remembering as we awaken powerfully, sovereignty for each GODLY individual co-creation Divine Inspiration to flower like seasonal blossoms expanding bursting everlasting.. not this utter globalists humiliation upon each family and nation…
Mankind… do your diligence.. unmask your significance and stand up bravely in the face of adversity mind control brainwashing fear porn., daily indoctrination…Be Gone… Get Thee Behind thee Satan..and walk strong hand in hand never looking back as the Revolution takes hold in the Warriors spiritual affirmation
Freedom from Tyranny or our children will grow jabbed poisoned terrified by germs, viruses, bacteria and life’s amazing multitudes of magnetic rhythms dancing in the swirl of life’s extraordinary gifts . Hugging laughing smiling being…
Down with these handlers.. in the prison they will go… the sooner the better… so it goes….
We Are All Being Pys-opped. This is the lead up to mass AI surveillance under 5G, the Internet of Things(IoT).
Whilst we are being distracted by race division & fear mongering via the duplicitous chunt of corporate Pilgrim Press programming; we should remember how we are in The Great Awakening… that is about remembering who one is, thus a Devine sentient being that has chosen to walk through the fires of transmutation to purify all that is, as the light shines upon our souls bringing out all parts hidden, forgotten and fallen.
I soon configured that NOW is the time to post this one up readying for my next move in expressing the past four weeks as we are now well into May. May Day came and went, with no traditional Pagan … Continue reading →
I can only start at the beginning before we became lock down in a broil over a virus named Covid19…This Coronavirus, Crown, has and is in our cellular systems…however this one, is bioweaponery manmade, all inclusive Retrovirus’s that hit the sequencing of deoxygenating in our blood and lymth glands…our intracellular systems that arise from our great Sun, in this Solar system, decorated to the hilt with a lower heavier third Dimensional abstract, cordial, intentions brimming with goodly natured outcomes, that give brisk and fun tides towards always towards walking across the bridge of Kantarana, that takes us to our highest purpose, selves and electromagnetic higher chords that are sentient throughout this universality that man and nature are hand in hand, cosmic, surrendering to the awe inspiration, creation and self awareness amongst this world of worlds. Mother, Father, are all that is, is here to gather and witness a calling, awakening, healing, and making the necessary adjustments, for we are in the battle yes, of the Spiritual domains, as we shift our frequencies to match our vibratory callings, as so we can make the shift, together, culturally using mans best friends, humour, grace, gratitude, dignity, intuition, with our swords in our right hand, our shield across our torso, with feet on the ground gently walking with earnest, and our helmets placed accordingly to guide our cosmic and interdepend attributes towards ALL men.
For no one goes without all, for this is balance and harmony. This allows for a meeting of heart minds, thus our gifts are unique to each and everyone, that we are here to witness the ending of time as we know it, eschatology, Terrence McKenna spoke and wrote about….That we are now in a place where we can breathe without having to see our skies drenched in aluminium, barium, Strontium, Lead, Mercury, human bodies, and all sorts of ungodly synthetic challenges…
That and then Flouride in the water, for decades, rotting our senses in our divine hormonal endocrine. And yet it is ok, I know it to be so. There is a way for all of us to see this and shift our purpose towards remembering that this time is truly magical for no planes filling the airwaves, no storms, no mad mad weather days that have been abundant, and now we are in a void of contemplation, quiet, interesting, no cars much about, there are people however, and nice that it is, however something else, a sense of a different whole unknown part, that is very much determinate upon those who seek to know, and then a prayer is set amongst the pigeons, and cats, and dogs, and birds, and insects, and trees, and leaves, a rising of energy that gathers in the early Spring that gives us light…lighting up our well being, even in this lock down, this Reset, this Correction, and will the Deep state finally fall away, as the light thickens, with the strength of the Sun, that no longer has to compete with its blocking of the sun agenda, that Gates is behind, and a lot more than that.
Those oddities, with their stacks of cash and their push for more and more, Why? Pathological and psychologically low in energy, they have to steal it, they take no moral heart empathic sojourns, it hold no willingness from them, or does it? Are we truly now going to shine the light on the Globalists New Wet dream of that One World Order, or New World Order, are we as my daughter claims, bringing in these folks and their systems, for we talk and conspire and watch and listen to the alternative communities. Are we, Am I just focused that much on it that I am creating the template? Along with a lot of other folks…
Hmm…Could be…or is it time to just choose one part that you can really turn the screw on, and reverse the outcomes of the Globalists chip n pin, stack and pack, Agenda 21 SMART city IoT, Cashless society, digital data harvesting to credit score every transaction, every reward, every part of your electricity particles that now are plugged into this 5G quantum radiation high voltage frequencies…And so it is rolling out….in the lock down and I now can see it…however we have something they do not, Faith, Love, Compassion, Potential to become a true Warrior, human being, ecstatic being dancing in a galaxy that is here, right now, right there, right up close and personal, should you design your Agency for Asking Questions, Who Am I, What is this, How May I…commune, listen to great ambient, classical, quirky Radio Three, Resonance 104.4 FM, just let the Main stream media slip away, fall away to another day…
Allow yourself to Dive deeply into your soul and cells, and blood, lymph, ligaments, muscles, bone, heart, liver, spleen, gut, intestines, ah, the great intracellular systems that are microbes, workers, action eaters, that work for us, for our who we are, and why the Sun, the Stars, the rivers, oceans, mountains, forests, animals, insects, fish and foul, are all so part of this existence and now I find myself, gearing up a notch to take on this Spiritual War…And we are all here to witness it.
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
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……
Monday 3rd June… Donald Trump and his wife Melania are here in London and will be meeting with the Queen with the usual pageantry. Of course the BBC 4 broadcasting is as ever biased, not really impressed with this state visit and certainly suggested that the Leader of The House, John Berkow, would much prefer to meet the Leader of communist China than our closet allies…I am totally not bothered one way or another anymore, viewing politics as a snakes den, with men and women do-gooders who line their pockets to causes in the lobbying stakes that suits their boots. However I am much happier knowing Trump is waking the world up with his usual rants, and tantalising displays of not rolling over for the opposition party of America which is thoroughly steeped in Klu-Klux Klan history and slavery and so much worse. One only needs to look in to the bowels of Hillary Rodham Clinton and her pals to feel the lies and war mongering that is hers and hers alone. Look and remember the great injury she created in killing Colonel Gaddafi, a man who was in love with the West and also had some super things going on to ensure clean water for that deserted country…The country is in a mess with mass immigrants fleeing and moving towards our shores.
And then we have all the skullduggery that amounts to a huge lot of 70 years of CIA MKultra and now that 5G is switched on via the new LED lighting systems in our streets, we simply need to keep alert, healthy, non-plussed in all the events taking place to harm with radiation and Electro-magnetic Frequencies…so I am going to buy a Q-link pendanthttps://www.shopqlink.com/ that Scotties Tech Info show feels could be pretty good in supporting ones effort in this directed energy weapon matter of the heart.
They have been around a long time from about 1991…a cracking year for me…..bumping into Colin Angus ex bf, can you believe it, but yeah, sigh, I loved the musicians including this one for a deep insight as a girlfriend in that exceedingly great year for me running Spacetime in the East End Cable Street Art Studios. A time for the youth to dress down in large longsleeves with motifs of smiley emblems, as cheesy quavers, acid housers and free partyers clashed as tribes tha culminated in Castle Mortan 1992 that brought down our fantasy escape land dances where all and everyone melted and greeted to dance the whole night away in those fields, factories and churches under one sun.
A time without no mobile phones…no major technology though a great album came out under Warp Records from Sheffield called Artificial Intelligence..of which I have just bought…
I shall be cycling to my dog job and then onto Gregory’s as we are preparing for a little festival in Bath this weekend that I have absolutely no idea where and what I am going to, only that dear Anita, my great shamanic healer friend is coming with, and that it will be eye-opening to one who likes to just get to somewhere, not knowing quite what is happening. Gregory will be speaking on his favourite topic, The Sun, and how the earth is completely in honour of our nearest Star that keeps the weather and all life flowing, ebbing, moving, changing, continuously impermanence to all that is the wonder of life. Of course you can’t say that to those pesky United Nations people who rarely talk about the Sun, preferring to get humanity fighting amongst each other under that usage of fossil fuels, which is renewable, which is self explanatory and which keeps all our brilliant lives fuelled and made from the Sun, the water, the carbon dioxide and the carbon cycle….however anyone who knows me, a former environmental consultant, can see the Agenda 21/30 fury being played out on the landscape of which is to totally tax our every movement under the guise of Climate destruction, of which is killing us all….No it is not.
We are carbon, our plants pour out oxygen as they take in carbon and which we would all be dead without this miracle of life. Still the usual cultural shapeshifters are pushing their mass breech to own, entrap, and gullibly take all our freedoms under the climate change hoax of the century. Yes we should stop chopping down the rainforests, virgin forests, indigenous landscaped to plant GMO corn, and Palm Oil…that is a given….And actually focus on the tight nit Bilderberg, BIS, and the duplicioutous inter-relationship of major corporations like Unilever, Deutsche Bank, The Bank of England, The Crown Privy minxers, Heinz, Bayers-Monsanto, Kraft, and all major industrial food complexes that unite in mining, chopping, drilling, polluting, evicting and other in the Great push for more and more land resources to fill the coffers for HedgeFunders, Banksters, and those pesky top 1% percenters who run the huge rackets conflicting with our Great Mother Earth. Habitats lost under the weight of human and industrial manipulation. However the puppet war masters push our shifts to eachother as though each human is just a meat bag of consumption to dally, play with and kill via a long game written in the the late 19th century under a scheme that is eugenics and very well laid to bare, should one go and look.
Meanwhile, lets get in Controlled Opposition forces such as Extinction Rebellion to allow the false war drums beat upon the streets of London under the watchful pushers of Gail Bradbook, George Barda, former controlled opposition Occupy leader, and some unknown actor called Roger Hallum, a typical ponce of an intellectual other public schooling that dulls you into agreeing with his intellectual barbwire….Enough of this!
I am learning to take myself off their radars, off the UN IPCC, and such rotters! All lining their 5G SMART cities future packages as though it were a wonderful idea to get us out of the countryside and into the stack and pack, chip and pin dystopian……
It is a sunny and fine day out there…the weather has been glorious other than the infuriating Geo-Engineering covering the once great skies with criss crosses and tail offs, not water vapour, rather, Strontium, aluminium, Barium and other ghastly new world ordering orders to keep us dull, dehumanised and creepily non threatening. And yet we are all being threatened under the weight of mass psy-opping.