On Thursday 20th November 2014, for the first time in 170 years, UK parliament has debated the creation of money. Few people know that 97% of our money supply is created not by the government (or the central bank), but by commercial banks in the form of loans.
Soon there will be nothing more to be done for those that consider the loudest noise to be synonymous with fact. To be tied to their fate would be to be tied at the hip to a lemming.
Mandela is a terrorist, and not the pretend kind invented to steal other people's resources. The only amazing thing about him is that his case demonstrates the absolute power that the mainstream media has to influence those who seemingly have no will of their own. The beginning of his rule in South Africa marks the beginning of legendary levels of corruption, where his family and the families of many other so-called struggle heroes enriched themselves at the expense of the very same people they were pretending to bomb civilians for in all those long years.
Today, South Africa has fallen apart. The only mirage of organisation that remains is maintained by the lies of an ex-MK member, who surely derives his powers of bullshitting from a head that looks like a pinched loaf. Strikes and violent protests are the everyday norm, and the news for the most part no longer even reports on them, in the same manner that they don't report on the sun rising that morning.
The South African police recently massacred dozens of striking mineworkers in an effort to "maintain order" for the mine. If you don't know: The people who regularly speak about maintaining order actually mean to maintain profitability, either for themselves or their benefactors. Nearly 20 years of democracy in South Africa has demonstrated the very real faults designed into the system, which, like mandela himself, is praised ad nauseum, despite the facts.
Look past the heavy propaganda right now, and you'll find that this post treats him with more respect than his handlers apparently are. After years of being paraded around like some catatonic totem, he has been declared effectively dead, but you would never know it listening to the biggest bullshitters in Africa. Much money has been invested into the "Mandela @ 95" brand name, and you can bet that he will be kept relatively unrotted until such time as most of the party's over, and the greatest media frenzy can be derived from his death.
The wikipedia article for the anc's militant wing still has many details on their attacks on civilian meeting places such as bars and restaurants, but I'll highlight this one section in the post, as it perfectly demonstrates the spirit of the anc's rule in the so-called post-apartheid South Africa:
A bomb was detonated in a bar on the Durban beach-front in 1986, killing three civilians and injuring 69. Robert McBride received the death penalty for this bombing which became known as the "Magoo's Bar bombing". Although the subsequent Truth and Reconciliation Committee called the bombing a "gross violation of human rights", McBride received amnesty and became a senior police officer.
Where the nodes to the future have suddenly become less like a tree, and more like a sponge.
It seems the essences are being extracted.
The time of the fiction is
completing for now. We grew tired
travelling the path of our culture, and for
a time were enticed to dream of triangles.
The moment of the trilogy, the beginning,
middle and end is passing, for a time. Say
goodbye to the happily ever after, the
fantasy of perfection, at best a
momentary rule of rigid wish,
allowed by a temporary
the journey is
being sought again,
to continue with the road
that changes but does not end.
For a long time we'll revel in the parts
we had missed, how highwaymen said we
could trust them as we rested, and then stole
the burden we didn't know was making us tired.
We will smile as they go, those ones who try to
fight others, and may be qualified to do so if
they ever finish struggling with themselves.
I've actually looked into it and it doesn't seem that anyone really knows what the term "Jew" is supposed to mean, maybe you do. It doesn't really denote a religious affiliation, an ethnicity or apparently a common goal. The only thing really attached to it is a kind of Katamari Damacy-like history of picking up people who apparently like calling themselves names. That's fine, it's your term, you have fun with it.
As I'm sure you've noticed, there is quite a bit of disapproval against "the Jews", even more than usual. This is just an awakening populace trying to find out who stole everything, including that nailed down and the nails, while they were sleeping. You know, cleaned out and collapsing monetary system and expanding world war, and all that. I'm sure you'll excuse the case of mistaken identity having been applied by the groggy general population, which is understandable since a lot of the thieving bastards responsible have taken to calling themselves "Jews" and your country is apparently run by a bunch of murdering fuckheads, though that last part is hardly unique as far as countries these days go.
So be vigilant for an infestation that has been going around. Labels, as we've established, are inadequate to identify the problem that is plaguing our Earth neighbourhood, so it's better to identify them by their actions, which in broad strokes are these: Starting wars and then blaming someone else, selling the weapons of war, loaning the money to buy the weapons, printing the money to loan to buy the weapons, and loaning the printed money to the government to loan to buy the weapons (???).
If you see anyone behaving in this fashion, don't give them any attention because that's really all they're after.
The modern state of israel was excreted strategically in the middle east to generate animosity in the surrounding region, because without perpetual war, there is a certain kind of bastard that does not have the skills required to feed itself. Yes, yes, holocaust, I know. Heil Hitler, and all that. Very sad, says the unending stream of burnt offering documentaries. But let us place hi-story aside for a moment and concentrate on a manifestation that actually, you know, exists. Something we can affect.
What's left of palestine is well understood in some circles as the world's largest open air prison camp, while some so-called arab states have been complacent in maintaining the opposing wall if it meant the war economy stayed perked up. War apologists, citizen propagandists and all manner of bullshit mercenaries work from a manual that only seems to have a handful of strategies in it, and I suppose it's a good thing that our tolerance for reruns and remakes is what it is, because a certain amount of concentration is required to distinguish the first light of freedom from between the many tangled strands of lies. Not all israelis support the actions of their whore state, as not all palestinians support the actions of their puppet government. The line of truth lies ultimately in that any israeli who disagrees can leave when they want, while the palestinians are not allowed to escape the murder lab.
Whether a person identifies as jew, arab, asian, black, white, or any other flavour we can think of, though, the distinction is largely an academic one and not pertinent to the situation, when an undeniable minority of all seem to need war to survive, and their intolerance and hate makes them indistinguishable. Essentially the defence from both sides always comes down to "they started it," and perhaps it's better that I cannot make them see the irony of their words, because without the hard lesson waiting for people who insist on indulging their darkest impulses, they might forget what they learned again tomorrow.
The unending war of the middle east is what I would be intensely ashamed of if I ever had to tell aliens about the planet I come from, and I would not be surprised at that "holy crap" look from from them, nor if they subsequently asked me, in polite terms, to please not defecate on the floors of their vessel.
I should probably disclaim that whatever I write are my beliefs and deductions only. I don't expect anyone else to conform to them, and just because I criticise members of any group, that doesn't mean I'd like the global death dance to be continued against them just because some of them are not currently capable of compassion. I would certainly appreciate any lost traveller correcting my faulty reasoning where they find it. My purpose here is learning through sharing.
Arms companies receive metric fucktons of money for selling tools to commit murder, and the highest body count determines their premium offerings. Governments tax us to buy these implements at insane prices, and in return they no longer fix our roads, but fondle children at security checkpoints, just in case any of them got by the priests. When business gets slow, they execute Newton, live, in 3D, and you better eat that shit up or else you'll never work in this town again, you crazy tin-foil hatter, you. The suckers of this slimy octopus don't quite cover the whole planet yet, and that's why they just don't seem to be able to help themselves.
It's coming, it will be ugly, and I don't know how the world is going to react. It will be designed to knock us on our asses so that all capability for rational thought will bounce out of us, but I suspect it may wake quite a few people up. Others will not be able to handle the unfolding world, and either way we need to prepare for some rather rude awakenings. I've learned that people who make predictions should not provide dates, and you'll see none of that silliness here. I have no idea when it will happen, but I suspect sooner rather than later, because things are getting crazy(er) quickly. I accept that I may be completely incorrect about the entire modelling of how the world works, but it functions a damn sight better than "I'm surrounded by idiots". We're all idiots, based on how wrong we are most of the time, but sometimes experiencing the world with a blindfold provides you with new insight.
Israel seems a likely target for a false flag, or it may happen to many countries simultaneously. Chicago may get false flagged too, since a story I found on the 'net once about some guy's girlfriend identifying a nuke going off there as 9/11 2.0, through an incredibly vivid and prophetic dream, seems about as likely as anything else I've read. That, and a number synchronicity once suggested that Rahm Emanuel is the antichrist, and he is currently being positioned under that rock. Synchronicities are of course odd little things, coming up at odd times. I'm not completely convinced they have any importance, but I'll take their word over anything that comes from the anus of the monetary-dependent media.
I don't think that the interconnected protests in the arab world which started right around the December solstice are completely organic in nature, though they seem to be making the best of it. In some ways they have already provided a shining example to the rest of the world how hands can be joined for change, or at least awakening and cooperation for a start, without a lot of military spending and lending. Nevertheless, they will likely be blamed, and that old chestnut may not stand up to a second viewing.
UPDATE 2011/05/19: Added the link to the Chicago nuke dream prophesy.
Life's gone a bit weird. Ever since I changed my perception a while back, it's been 50/50 that this might actually be a season of the Truman show. When I changed my mind that time, the world responded by changing itself, and it's a really strange chicken and egg thing because I can't really tell which came first. Life as a whole is clearly into all those chicken and egg things, and I suppose it doesn't really matter which came first because both are delicious. The theme in my life following that has been unfinished business, and I've been occupied with being shown bits of myself and my memory so that they may be re-evaluated to determine their new worth and meaning.
I don't know that I've had one original thought in my life. Something tells me there are as many ways to an awakening as there are people, and I've cobbled together an image of a revolution from little bits of existence and many parts that rang true for me from movies and certain teevee show(s) impersonating movies. Battlestar Galactica appealed to me on a base level, so much so that it in fact may have been written just for me. Indeed: "From the moment I open my eyes, she's in my blood, like cheap wine. Bitter and sweet, tinged with regret. I'll never be free of her, nor do I want to be. For she is what I am, all that is, should always be." Remakes are the defining characteristic of our generation, and it's definitely worth wondering if our world PC is running a shitty OS when you read that they're rebooting Spider-Man. I've heard that Galactica may well have been commissioned by the military. If that's the case I'd say that they frakked up, but maybe they really didn't. I've distanced myself from it and other ideas out of media recently, and I don't rely so much any more on the familiar old paths they set. Clearly.
Marijuana is a really strange drug. It helps you relax by making you paranoid, and allows you to focus on the inner stillness by making thoughts more uncontrollable. You can see here how the brain forms and removes connections, and I'm fairly certain that the sacred 'erb gives ideas a shakedown by submitting them to the earthquake test. I like to think that fundamental truths have slipped into the world media like cannabis has slipped into our culture, against the wishes and worst efforts of the mammonite powers that were. At the same time, it's probably also healthy to wonder whether we've been programmed in these same ways. If this were true, there should be no way to tell whether we've been defeated by a higher power.
Advertisements for banks would have us believe that every life is sacred and precious, and yet people are apparently satisfied with pissing their unique little snowflake existence away on a manufactured version of some approved cookie cutter template, toiling their hours through on monotonous tasks to enrich those very same banks. Some people like their jobs, and I hold out the idea of a worthwhile 9-5 occupation as a statistical possibility. Then again, some people like getting pissed on too. It seems that people generally avoid straying off the familiar routes in fear of possibly being wrong, and in this way they cling to old habits and the investment they see in all the things they've learned. When you detach from your little personal drama and lift your nose from the grindstone, it becomes evident that your life is one among billions. Then it's no longer such a tragedy that you could turn out to be wrong, as you will many times, when the reward could be an experience and understanding that enriches your life and that of everyone you come into contact with. Either way, it will soon be evident whether the fight against seemingly unbeatable odds was/is worth it. In the end I suppose it all comes down to whether you want to be a spectator of your life or a participant.