Saturday, November 26, 2011

To find Truth....

The truth is, no matter how smart or erudite or learned you are, you're still just a human being. No matter how far outside the box you are capable of thinking, no matter what insight you have, no matter what your I.Q. you are still just a human being.

You might, of course, be something other than just human, as we all might. What is the purpose of our “junk” DNA? What is going on in the trillions of brain cells that appear to have no purpose, this giant biological server housed in our cranium that busies itself with the minutiae of daily existence, the price of fish, the daily “news”, the reality TV show, the true and awesome power of this instrument never once utilised.

By anyone.
Ever.

And yet most of us realise, at least, that there's something wrong.
It's that feeling that lies at the core, the root of humanity's unhappiness.
Is this really all there is?
Surely there's something wrong with this picture?
It is the splinter in our souls.
Touch it and it hurts.

And so you search for it, this shard, for it is the only thing that lets you know that something's wrong.

And when you begin to search for the truth, once you are past the frippery that is politics, the thin gauze upon which the projection of reality is projected, the daily picture show that most believe is real you see the next fantasy screen and the new reality, as false as the first but more subtle, because you have been smart enough to poke your head through and look.

And there you will find more false trails, more red herrings, more intricately woven lies and obfuscation, the spiders' webs of deceit intricately woven across your path designed to make you believe that “THIS IS REAL”.

It ain't.

And when you poke your head through that veil you find the next screen showing another reality, a reality designed to flatter your idea of self worth, a flattery designed to weave into your consciousness the idea that you are apart, separate, different, more knowing.

This reality is heaven for the detail lover, those that pride themselves on research, those that are linguists and mathematicians and philosophers. It's Nirvana for the spiritual, the seeker for the eternal, the New Ager, those that still catch a whiff of the scent laid for them by John Lennon, the trail that leads East.

When you reach this place you will either fall into the pit and spend a lifetime trying to learn or uncover “esoteric” secrets, suffering the ignomy of being considered slightly weird by the rest of the world, or you will understand that this is just another layer.

You will need to brush past the kabbalah, the bibles and korans, the gemantria and numerology, the buddhist tales, the theosophists myths, the controlled release of ideas like the electric universe and the outpourings of quantum physicists, the esoteric.

In the same way that the simple theft of humanity's future is shrouded in an ever deepening miasma of financial jargon and faux debate about the intricacies of a mechanism called finance, about the relationships between nations and the lie called diplomacy, about the need to kill people so that we may not be killed, the vast web of deceit that makes the false reality “real” is even more intricate once you get beyond that level, even more confusing, even more tempting for the ego.

And once past there, you see magic.
And past magic you find Magick.
And past the book of Thoth and Tarot and the revoltingly appealing Crowley you see lucifer.
And then you see the great battle between good and evil, and then see it for what it is.

Past this understanding you see “god”, the universal idea, the word, the light.
And past them you see, finally,......

You.
And there you find the answer.
And you need not have gone so far, nor looked so hard, because the answer was always there.
It still is.
In you.

Seek, and you will find.
Love.
Olive xxx xxx xxx

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Free Ebooks.

I've put these words into two Pdf ebooks.

Reading them again in this way it struck me that, imperfect though they are, they are of the time.

They're free if you're broke.

But please return here and pay a dollar for them through the "donate" button if you're not.

Send them to someone you like.

Click the links at the top of the sidebar (two books).

It is time for rEvolution.
Love Olive.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Concepts to disseminate, a chain letter,,,,

Dear Friend,
As we scurry around our reality like ants in an ant farm so must an outside observer look upon us and wonder: What on earth are they doing?

The vast majority of us perform senseless tasks in a ever deepening spiral of frenzied and panicked effort to grasp the nirvana of “security”.

The objective for most of humanity is not the dream of luxury, the handsome manor house, the yacht, the flash car, the holiday home. For most it is simply the dream of having enough “money” to be able to contemplate a secure future, freedom from debt, a home of our own, the time and “money” with which to pursue those things we really like to do, to spend time as we wish, to commune with those we choose to, to make music and dance and talk, to make love and to love, to have peace and peace of mind.

And this dream, the outsider would quickly understand, is so easily realisable, such an obviously simple task, that the observer would be forced to conclude that there is something badly wrong with the species on this planet, some sickness of mind, some lunacy.

And just as quickly he would perceive the roots of the problem. The fiction we call money. The system that makes each of us stand alone and build from scratch a life that should be full of the inheritance of a thousand generations.

The observer would see that few of us make or repair the things we use, that few of us grow or nurture the things we eat, that few of us operate the systems we need to give us all that we need, that the vast majority are engaged in senseless tasks, each one creating a myriad of other senseless tasks for other people to attend to, and busier and busier we get shoring up the foundations of our lives, those foundations built from “money”, that “money” constantly being eroded by the storms of life, those storms engineered by the few that rule us but that we increase in force by our own efforts, unconsciously doing their bidding.

Dear friend, the beauty of the advancements we have created for ourselves these last few generations have been stolen from us. The machines we have created, the systems we have built should have gifted us a life free of obligation other than the obligation for each to do their part in making life beautiful for the whole.

There comes a time when we will realise this. We will look at the nonsensical things we do and realise that, between us, we can make life so rich for each other, so free of fear and doubt, so full of certainty and security that it will be as waking from a bad dream. Competition for resource, for a share of what we can create will be understood as the folly that it was. A new paradigm of sharing will be born.

We must grasp the concept of how easy this would be, what undreamed of benefits would quickly accrue.
Benefits like morale, energy, spirit, friendship.
Like a great sense of purpose for humanity.
Like a great will to make this place work for us.
Like a giant wave of hope.
Scouring the slate clean.

And it will be as if our eyes have been opened. And we shall see.
And Start Again.

Ignoring those things we do not any longer need, we will have peace in our world for the first time.
We will have trust.
For the first time in our family's history we will all of us be free, that freedom guaranteed by the rest of us.
We will, slowly, learn to stop harming each other.
Being without money and doing what is needed rather than what is needed to earn a living will help. Much of crime, all of the hardship is caused by money, that thing we must learn to be without. Any barter system would give rise to a system of exchange of value at some point, so rather we might find out how to give, and so how to receive, with love.
And by so doing, carefully holding hands, we show the universe what we can do.

And with what great care we would build our new institutions, our new way of being with ourselves, our new ways of dealing with each other, understanding the delicate and arduous task that awaits us, the learning, the talking.
Those that lead will be those that listen, chosen from amongst us organically. Democracy has had its day, perverted as it has been. We need a system that's incapable of corruption or rigging, or of being blown by the winds of party or pressure group or the users of people.
A system that somehow chooses those that are good of heart and full of love, free of the influences of the current reality, determined to find humanity's new reality and to build it.

This is no dream.
It is, logically, the only reality worth attaining.
Almost certainly the only choice available to us, and if we are not careful, one we might fail to grasp.

There are seven billion of us in this family.
And we all of us, rich or poor, bully or bullied, bright or dull, energetic or lazy, at the top or at the bottom should understand this:

The current reality isn't right.
It is, in fact, killing us.
Worse, it is causing us to kill each other, to distrust each other, to lose our identity trapped in the gears and cogs of a ravaging machine, powered by our own misdirected muscles and addled minds, seen through the distorted lens of the false reality.
Most of us not understanding the virus that infects our programming, the virus that has been carefully nurtured for ages, the very sorcery that is the control of the human spirit.

Look around you and see it all for what it is, understand how to starve it and send it to the recycle bin of history.

It is currently engaged in whipping up chaos and disorder amongst us, seeking to blind humanity to this new understanding, turning up the power supply to the fear machine, letting loose the dogs of war. They divide us, enrage us, whet our appetites for blood, hold us snarling and clawing at each other like pit-bulls in the pit.

The final imperial circus at the stadium of earth, wherein the beasts will fight to the death at their command.

Do you see the twitch of the whip, the barked commands, the careful pulling of levers all around you and the way the herd is being ponderously but inexorably and increasingly rapidly pushed towards who knows what self inflicted wounds?

You will recall, dear reader, how often we are made to kill each other, what skill and art and science and energy we put into the business of murdering each other at the behest of our masters.

We have cut each other before. We are cutting each other now. We have a dangerous arsenal of weapons of species annihilation and don't have control of the buttons.
These things threaten and brutalise our family. Control over them hangs a cloud of potential despair over every living soul. We must be rid of them and the dark kernel of fear they implant in each of us.
I feel better already just thinking about it.

When you have seen by whose hands we were guided, you will know how subtle is our guidance now.
This is the endgame of the great encounter.
It is one we must win.
Beware deceivers.
Fear nothing.
Pass it on. It's a chain letter.

Olive Farmer. xxx xxx xxx

Monday, November 7, 2011

Fear Nothing.



As we accelerate towards the shift together, dear reader, do you ponder the nature of reality?

It is certain that we exist in a cloud of misunderstandings, that what we understand as reality is an artifice, a confection created by those that have the mastery of knowledge and have, by theft and violence and subjugation, by a thousand stratagems over many thousands of years denied us what is our birthright: Truth.

So arcane, so esoteric is much of this truth that its control gives power and dominion over us to those few that hold it. The great light that it will bring us is swathed in dark purpling, awash with the blood of sacrifice, wrapped in the cloth of gold, bound with iron in this age of iron.

The world we think we know, the reality we are forced to endure is moment by moment reinforced by the images and word-sounds fed to our consciousness by the tools of mind control that seek to prevent our realisation of the circumstance of our imprisonment and the condition of our ignorance.

And as we approach the nadir the efforts of the masters of our reality are, as you see, multiplying exponentially.

They hope to trap us in the glare of the lights of the approaching juggernaut, deafen us with the great blare of horns, overwhelm our senses, summon fear and anger and the desire for revenge, befuddle us with the complexity and diversity of their attacks upon our world view, shatter our beliefs, prime our souls so that they may paint us any colour they like.

And the colour they like has no name.

They are being so busy because they know something is coming. They are pulling out the stops, heaping catastrophe upon catastrophe, imprinting every horror they can upon the thing we call memory, filling our consciousness with image after image of horror and sickness, brutality and filth.

Do you remember the photograph of the Vietnamese child, Napalmed and terrified?
So often repeated.

Then consider for a moment how, for those that watch their news or subscribe to their websites, what an overwhelming number of images of death and blood and horror and brutality are being daily imprinted in the memory banks of humanity by the creatures that order our reality.
And why?

Because such images, such horror, the fear that is being generated, the distrust of our fellow human beings that follows such programming masks and discolours the very soul of humanity, prevents the emergence of our higher selves, drives us like beasts into the maw of the beast.
And in such confusion, as ever before, they imagine we will respond by beating the drums of war, by stoking the flames of the ovens, by killing and maiming and raping and starving each other like the animals they have made of us.

Look around you, dear friend.
It's already happening.

And only you can stop it.

The future is created by our past experiences, dear friend, only if we allow it to be.
The hurt gifted to you by another shapes your future actions.
But only if you allow that sequence to persist.
Our controllers expect and anticipate you will follow this programming, as so many of us are doing right now as we teeter on the edge of the abyss they have driven us towards.

And only you can stop this ridiculous farrago.

Clear your mind.
Forget.
Imagine a different reality.
Step into the light.

Dear reader there are more things hidden from us than we understand but there is something within each and every one of us that is more powerful than the mirage we think of as reality and this power, this elemental force will forge a beautiful future for our kind.
It is in you.
It's called love.
And that is why you alone can change the world.
For you and I and all of creation are one, and love binds us, as we are to discover.

Fear nothing.
Be happy.
Love.

Olive Farmer xxx xxx xxx
(The picture is of Wooster, one of our rescued cats, a lovely soul I buried today who died from poisoning. He is the third to die this way this year. It may be that he ate a poisoned mouse, or that someone in our village thinks there are too many cats here and lays poisoned meat. We cannot know. Many friends have lost dogs to poison here, deliberately put down to kill stray dogs. In the scheme of things such actions are carelessly and indiscriminately evil, but pale into insignificance against the greater evils we are programmed to commit, and yet are representative of them.
It's enough, isn't it, of all that? )

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Hope...

The other day we planted some broad bean seeds.
When they germinate, throw up their first leaves, stretch their roots, we will carry them to our garden, clear a patch of earth and tease them from the seed tray, firm the soil around their tender stems, give them water and hope.
Hope one day they will feed us.
Return life to us for having nurtured them.
And we will dry the seeds we don't eat, dry them in the sun and plant them next year.
And hope.
Such is the cycle of life.
Plant a seed and care for it and hope.
If it flourishes, it will nourish us.

This blog is the seed we have planted.
Perhaps there is truth in it.
We hope, if there is, it will nourish you.
Take its seed, and plant it elsewhere.
And hope.