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.
Why has the country been shut down using Emotionalism…
The World at One – spoke marginal key parts:
Is this serious enough to put our population into house arrest and to destroy our economy to stress, heart attacks, suicide and for those only to receive a mild influenza, or Corona virus.
The total supine consensus to completely not vote for it in the House of commons, this is totalitarianism right under our nose..
The Cure is more fatal than the disease…what happens to a society that trashes its economy, the qualitative of the nation becomes sick in its waiting room at home.
What about the healthy old now deprived of all the things worth living?
The people who are unnecessary stuck in their homes, isolating…and poisoning accusations of not caring about the old people, like the Iraq people of that war, if you spoke against it..
You were flagged wrongful…and so this crushing of dissent and this question of lives versus the economy, just an abstract machine…this is a creeping feeling of happy go lucky towards dystopian futurism.
Shutting down the country is a very bad thing.
The Scriptures are that we must live in the being of God, but if no one is serving, working, how do we pay for our houses, children, bills, doctors,industry, transport, health and more…
Experts are raising a lot of these questions..yet these voices are being stunted…and not heard…
Sir Neil Ferguson in Imperial man, is a total twat…and he should be impeached – the foot and mouth of 2001, was a good reason to question Neil Ferguson who allowed mass culls of their cows – an Imperial college promotion that was mass slaughtering of healthy herds, of our property, Imperial had made a mistake..as Farmers shook their heads in utter shame..
We need our government to shift us out of this lock down. And not in some whimsy Chinese whispers…
The news isn’t reporting about the shut down on the crashing stock market, and all its businesses…Right in front of our faces…This feels 2008 yet the slump hasn’t arrived in full scale like 1931….
Those who thought they were entirely secure, ending up begging on the street, banging on doors, professors, professionals, lawyers and all thee gym-bored…how could we possibly understand the olde world?
The bizarre news briefings, the media kept saying lock down, lock down forcing a fear mongering climate…Keep everyone hooked to the mainstream teat of tyrannical nonsensical over lording…lacks, hoarding, herding, regulation, time zones, queues, masks, social distancing, everywhere..lock down! Mental…Psychological
Those who are aloof from the real illiteracy is here amongst all the higher ups.
Middle class people selling in Moscow their jewellery for bread…ghosts of their former self, in the Soviet Union..
Extreme abundance has left us unattached to the vulnerability that lurks everywhere..The Third Man..
How will the shops, cafes, pubs, hard working folk get back in the game..
Will the Magic Briefcase will be used from the future and from the remains of those with savings…and severe low wages will be the tonic…
People are saying 6 months more of this
A relish for Dystopia in this newly authoritarian wave, that is here…the desire to be ruled, instructed, by the Chief medical officer…who the hell are these people…yet there is a welcoming attitude amongst this voluntary Dictatorship
People in the UK have been brought up non-freely, other than the mass diehard, robotic leering that is technocratic, AI, synthetic, Virtual machines, gaming, SMART phones, Netflix etc…..at the touch of a thought now….
The Teaching of history took away the glorious books on the Revolution …the message of the old was taken out, The cultural Revolutions in Education….dumbing down..
The real problem is the willingness to give away your freedom for the security factor….and we want the action Now, no matter what, with classic symptoms of classic hysteria …collective herdism for the masses….
Crowds assertions and people want to love Big Brother …
What about the NHS Applause taking place each week..to drown out 5G installations perhaps? Or
We must demonstrate to the NHS like a Soviet Union clapping when you’re supposed to be happy…
The Warsaw Pact was low brow, creepy and other…..Don’t get angry if you don’t clap and get called out for it..
I will not applaud an organisation, the NHS is extremely inefficient and has been for a long time..
It has provided no protection kit for its staff…
Excessive Policing with the Derbyshire spying, and with Road Blocks being set up, a bristling is happening….amongst the powers that be..and we seemed to have handed over the keys of our Righteous Sovereignty in a mind control fear factor…
Why didn’t the House, sit before recess and ask for the right way to come. But no, somehow the world news corporations, social media, and other alike, set about blazing up fear to the max.
Boris Johnson directly instructed the police (which is out of order in our law)… given police unprecedented laws to act raffish tinged with the old brutality …what if I get stopped walking my dog, and I have a fine slapped on me..so I have to go to my Bill of Rights..
No one is encouraged to sit on tables and chairs by the River, with a level of viciousness, closing children parks, why? And Gym parks…and having signs that say ‘low tolerance to alcohol’ in our local parks..on a perfect Spring day this April 4th..Saturday.
New Rituals in public life are jumping up, with a 2 meter rule, standing a part, far with those face masks on…standing in the distant entrances to the shops…waiting in line, respect ones traditions, but this feels ludicrous as you step away from each other …by smiling at the world, is frowned upon, saying hello neighbourly, is frowned on, so ones actual humanity is depleting in this lock down.
This will take a while to recover from the Orwellian mind control on each other as we consent to a culture of spying on those running twice, not once…The civil courage of each other is lost, those in authority know they’ve won and we’ve lost….the individual in this Covid 19 time line….
All the conspirators are shunned and yet there is such a lot of stuff around this culling of humanities freedoms..
Prayer…the Magna Carta we are supine under the stern benevolent state, under the yoke of the Power-Mongers, Oligarchs, Banks..
As we drag on into the months the less socialised areas, the authorities will have a problem to keep those inside…those now wondering out with the sun shining…
If I were the Government, get it done by Easter… Look at Japan, and a few other countries, who didn’t lock down, and faced this bioweapon. Dissent is in the minds of those feeling the transmissions..
The middle class will carry on twitching and obeying…they always do..
We need a good debate…..
Intellectual Conformism – emergency measures and yet the intelligent other thoughts around, one is shamed into silence, if you raise questions …Dissent seems to be flagging….
Richard Neville Oz magazine in the 60’s…The Labour Party has died…Corbyn wasn’t high in much policy other than his foreign was pretty good…
The Whole lot of the opposition need to be thrown out..they are not fit to govern…..
Switch off the main streams, Tune out of the Noise..Discern every single time with your god given rights to know thyself..This is written in all ancient texts..know thyself man
Envision you standing in a field with the sun streaming warmth, brightness, Intention, and all that is in the cosmic universe barefooted if at all possible…Do your prayer to rise up energy for All man to remember first his interconnection to earth, interdependency to all sentient things, and to that which shakes the malaise of mans slumber in these days..
The sun is strong right now, with not a plane in the sky, and a very much noticeable lack of criss-cross heavy metals, covering the horizon. No, we live in very unusual times, where our free spirit is now the very thing that is being assaulted and thus what will this early spring and summer bring? Will man have the guts to challenge the status quo, not to unhinge one, but to face the dragon, sword in hand, shield up, helmut on…every single cell, and every single day, Give Gratitude for being a Human being. This is our weapon…Love, Faith, Self awareness leading to self care that arises all manner and matter of things in resonation and sound judgements.
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……
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