Monday, March 30, 2015

Former Detective Sergeant Believes Ella Draper . . .



Sometimes a powerful voice is raised.
This ex Detective Sergeant sums up much of what is wrong, much of what needs to be done.
An election looms in the UK.
Time to start again?

Sunday, March 29, 2015

Hampstead, its importance.

Hampstead.
Let’s begin with some basic understandings:
1. It is now widely understood that for all of our recent past the practice of paedophilia has been widespread amongst the political elite, the entertainment industry and many other elements of the consciousness control structure that sits so heavily upon us. It has been and is tolerated and encouraged by the manipulators who promise to their useful slaves the indulgence of any and all base desires without fear of retribution (the carrot) and, holding the evidence, the ultimate in blackmail tools to ensure compliance with orders (the stick). Throw in the ability to murder at will and without fear of legal consequence, having forces of most expert assassins trained and supplied and funded by the very taxpayers they are employed to dispatch and called the “intelligence agencies” and the control grid is absolute.
2. There are psychological games at play here, of course. The engineered consciousness of humanity, indeed the very core understanding of what it is to be human, means that the majority of the herd cannot frame such evil in their minds and so cannot believe it exists and scoff at those that insist it does. They will maintain this position even when presented with massive and compelling evidence that it does exist, that it exists right now as well as “historically’, that this is no “conspiracy theory” but an evident fact. The public has been trained and schooled to believe Satanism is a myth despite the overwhelming exposure to satanic symbology that floods the consciousness engineering weapons of the masters of this reality, their film industry, their music industry, their mass media, the internet. Further, even when the evident collusion of the police in covering up and protecting and practicing paedophilia and child murder is presented to them daily in that controlled media they treat such evidence as “news” and don’t respond as they should as human beings, which is to capture these foul elements that exist amongst them and feed upon them and execute justice upon them.
3. How they must mock us! They are stealing, raping and murdering our children, using our fit and strong young men to invade countries they wish to steal and to indiscriminately murder in doing so AND making us pay for it! It’s no wonder George Bush the younger always had that expression of mocking disbelief. He couldn’t believe we are so stupid and could barely contain his contempt. We now know that the legal system and other elements of the control grid are complicit in this awful calumny. In the UK there have been now so many revelations of this that the justice system is in severe doubt as a whole. There have been now numerous examples of high-level paedophiles and child murderers being protected by the police, the BBC and other media, social services and the judges and Crown Prosecution Service that we rely upon to make sure that justice is served and that the guilty are punished. There have been so many examples disclosed over so many years and so widespread across the UK that the entire structure of these publicly funded bodies is now in serious doubt. When discovered, these cheeky bastards announce that they will set up an “enquiry”, staff that enquiry with their own appointments, let them deliberate for year after year whilst the public learns to forget, then produce the expected whitewash and manipulate their media to produce the “well, that’s all right then” state of consciousness and that’s it, game over, nothing to see here, nothing to get excited about, go back to sleep in front of your TV or submerge your self in Facebook or Twitter and forget, forget, forget because everything is somebody else’s problem and there’s nothing you can do.
4. That this is not a problem restricted to the UK is now understood clearly. The worldwide Catholic church has been fiddling with our kids for ages. In Ireland they have discovered hundreds of bodies of children at a Catholic children’s home and nothing has been done. Nothing! This in itself speaks to the serious problem we face as a species, that our very humanity has been somehow made subliminal, that our righteous indignation has been stolen from us, that we have been in some way engineered to be complacent. In Ireland the stalls of the churches still fill with the devout, the priests continue to act as if they are the preservers of that which is godly, there are still millions of believers in this foully discredited religion. The Irish dip into their pockets and fill the collection plates and PAY for these evil bastards to abuse their children year after year. Oh brave new world order, that has such creatures in it. Across the globe, wherever the power of the global mafia holds sway, humanity’s young are taken from us and abused and murdered. There is not a nation that doesn’t have its examples, not a place on earth where these demons in human form are not feeding their perverse pleasures. Our children are being sexualised by the hugely powerful film and music industries and the fashion business that has a supporting role, their innocence destroyed. The internet makes porn freely available to children. Sexting is a worldwide phenomenon. The minds of our infants have been stolen from under our noses and we have done nothing, having forgotten as a species what standards of decency we should hold dear, lost our moral compass, being made base.
5. And so, in Hampstead:
I have no way of knowing if the allegations made by the children are true or false. That is a matter for investigation. What I do know, though, is that like 9/11 there has been no proper and rigorous criminal investigation. There has been no attempt to substantiate the children’s accusations, no physical examination of the body parts of the alleged offenders to see if the descriptions made by the children are in fact true, no forensic examination of the premises concerned, no searches made, no investigation of the alleged trafficking of snuff movies, no investigation of the alleged human trafficking despite the connections the accused adults have with the countries they have been accused of trafficking from. The “Judge” ruled out and dismissed the evidence of the doctor that said the kids had been abused. The police video of the kids being coached and manipulated to alter their statements, which clearly demonstrates that the police proceeded with the underlying assumption and pre-conceived opinion that the kids were lying, is for some reason in the public domain as if the powers that be believe that such “evidence” will be believed by the public at large. I know that the press are twisting the story with a vengeance, that they are spinning for all they are worth. I know there has been a failure in due process. I know, therefore, that there is a rat to be smelt here.

The press in the UK harps on about “historic” child abuse, never reporting on the emerging story of organised and officially sanctioned abuse of our children without prefacing each and every headline with the word “historic”. They expect us to believe that all of this happened ages ago, that things are different now, that these stories are so old that they don’t really matter now, that everything has changed. THIS is why it is fundamentally important to them to squash utterly the Hampstead case, to steal the children and bury them in the system, to arrest and imprison the mother (which is their intent) and to do all of this as quickly as they can.

What has and is happening in Hampstead is an example of the system running scared.
They are barely able now to disguise their crimes.

There have been times in the history of the enslavement of the human race when the slaves have come close to dealing with their owners as they should be dealt with, but those instances are few and the most notable of them, the French and Russian and Chinese revolutions were in fact no such thing but were only the extension of the global mafia utilising the masses to further the ambitions of the ruling elite.

We are each of us lost in our own worlds of difficulty, buried beneath our own individual burdens of debt, saddled by our own false beliefs, subject to our own individual masters contributing to the global pyramid. We are ordered, each of us, and we obey. If you buy you pay tax and so contribute to the coffers of those that murder children. If you sell you pay tax and so likewise have blood on your hands. If you worship in a church or temple you aid the system. If you watch TV or read a newspaper or follow the excitements and false teachings of the contrived alternative media you are similarly herded and driven to powerlessness.

Our minds are not our own.
Our image of our species has been besmirched.
We cannot believe in ourselves, in our ability to be decent, to be righteous, to act in accordance with our spirits.
We have been stolen by the slavers. Our minds belong to them, our consciousness engineered by them. The cohorts of the satanic hordes ride roughshod across the world, pleasuring themselves at our expense, fucking and killing our children in organised sacrifice.

There have been few times that we have acted according to our instincts, when we have understood that our sheer number gives us the power to bring true justice to our world and to seize it back from the usurping usurers and ancient bloodlines that act as if God gave them the right to own us.

We never finished the job.
Now we must.
Love, that core spirit of every human being, that which we are by nature and intent before the false reality grips us, love is the weapon at our disposal, love the answer, love the foundation of the new world order that WE must build before our existence is terminated.
We have to measure and choose our leaders for their wisdom and their justice and their humility and the love they have and show. We have to choose from those we know to have these qualities and grant power to them, ignoring the false control system and its hierarchies and its rank and its imagined authority derived from bent and controlled law.

We have to organise.
We have to count our number.
We have to collectively act.
We need to find the critical mass of human beings still awake enough to drive this change.

Years ago we knew when these bastards were upon us.
They came in ships, carrying their sigils and signs, they invaded and raped and stole and subjugated. They forced us to build their fortresses and from these strongholds rode out and enjoyed the fruits of their violence and the outcome of their vileness whilst taxing us for the privilege.
We knew them then for what they were.
Now they disguise themselves and their activities because we have grown in such numbers that they understand that they need to enslave us by stealth and by trickery or their rule over us, millennia in the making, will end.

How we deal with the miscarriage of justice as evidenced by the failure to properly investigate the Hampstead satanic child murder allegations and the many, many other similar cases is fundamental to the survival of our species and our liberation from the yoke of consciousness slavery.
WE must NOT let it lie.

They rape and murder our children still.
What shall we do about it?
Olive xxx xxx xxx

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Digging deeper into conjecture.

Heaven and Hell.

These are not fanciful constructs.

They are descriptors.

Both exist in this place, in this now, in the consciousness of the experiencers.

Our “world” is a world in which both exist.
Which one you get depends on what sort of trip you are having.

It is this world in which both exist, for there is no other world as far as we can determine, except that discovered when the game is over.

Of that world we have no real proofs, just instincts and apocryphal allegory and half remembered tales from returnees, descriptions of a tunnel of light that could easily be the description of the soul-consciousness passing into a different state in the computer generated reality.

Wakening from the dream.
Coming back to reality after a trip.

As with mushrooms or Ayahuasca or the ancient Greek Kykyra the quality of the trip you are having this time can be good, even wonderful, even awesome.... or it can be absolutely awful.

Diabolical even.

If you have experienced Ego death and learned from that you understand the horrors such a bad trip can engender.

Such is life.

Witness those souls born into paraplegia or some other wasting illness living a life of pain and inability.
Those who are born blind and deaf and dumb, deprived of beauty.

Those who witness their babies and toddlers blasted and rended limb from limb by Obama’s drones or NATO’s cluster bombs or burned horribly by Netanyahou’s phosphorous.

(Those murders you pay for in your taxes and lack the resolve and guts to refuse to pay, so drenching your hands in the blood of innocents by apathy and by allowing fear to overcome your moral outrage, so becoming accomplices.)

With entheogens, the quality and outcome of the trip you are having often depends on the understanding the plant has of the lessons you need to learn.

So maybe this reality, the life you live within it, is giving you the lessons you need to learn somehow in the same way.

We now can see just how artificial realities can be shaped and formed by the computers we have developed thus far. We can predict the increases in processing capacity and imagine vast leaps forward in such capacity. We discuss the advent of Artificial Intelligence and ponder the nature of such an intelligence and its opinion of us, which could only be bad if such an intelligence had any sort of moral compass, for we are after all a species that engages in collective child murder via organised taxation and allows a child to die of starvation every four seconds through apathy and through the lack of will and courage to alter the paradigms of our reality.

We now can see how such a machine might be integrated with our brains and scientists are experimenting with this potentiality.
We can even imagine such a machine discovering what and where our consciousness is.
We can, in this way, form an idea of how the reality we exist within could have been framed and how, Matrix like, we experience reality.

I always believed that the imagination is the fountain of discovery. If humanity imagines something, it is only a matter of time before it becomes a reality. Watch old episodes of the original Star Trek and see what I mean. This is a product of technological progress. Once you invent a wheel, it is only a matter of time before you imagine a horseless carriage, only a matter of more time before there is a horseless carriage.
We imagine a source of free unlimited energy. We imagine anti-gravity.
These things will come, are probably already here and hidden just as a cure for all illnesses is probably here but hidden or even forgotten.

So the advent of AI, the advent of a computer generated reality in which our consciousness resides is a future event that will become a reality because we can imagine it.

Let’s make some suppositions.
Suppose such a machine existed.
Suppose you were coming to the end of your natural life.
Suppose you had the option of downloading your “self”, your aware consciousness, into the game of life.
Suppose the machine offered you an eternity of lives, an unending stream of births and deaths. Suppose that within the machine’s operating programme the appearance of time depended on processing speed, that you could live a hundred years in a second of processing time, 86,400 lifetimes lived in a day.

I'd buy that for a dollar!

The AI would offer the thrills and spills of real lives, utterly convincing lives, lives as real as the life you are in now (!!), good or bad, full of love or full of agony and misery but you would, at the end of your real/natural life, still want in because what was on offer was immortality. This life might be utter shit, but never mind because another one will be along in a minute.

A question then is this:
In the reality we live in now we can imagine the AI being the property of someone, that someone being a rich and powerful person, a person that drained the inventiveness of the development scientists in exchange for the false magic called money and ended up owning the God of a new universe.

We know, in this iteration of reality, how the false magic of money drives all that is evil and makes everything the property of those that control money and its creation.
If we can imagine an AI generated false reality then we can also see how it must inevitably be in the possession of the very same evil that controls the reality in which we are living now.

That the AI generated reality reflects the reality we live in is a distinct possibility.

Perhaps, when the rich and powerful die in their natural life they become the rich and powerful in the AI generated world. Perhaps it’s written into the core programming. Perhaps that’s why they care not what harm they do, because perhaps they ensure that they retain the understanding that it’s a false reality when they enter the game.
Maybe when we look at history and how Kings enjoyed battle even when they might get an axe in the head, and so appeared brave and fearless, maybe they did so with the understanding that it didn’t matter, that they would be born again as king and get another go because they OWN the false reality.

That would explain a lot, if you think about it, including the callous disregard for other human beings, including the intent to do whatever they feel like, even the murder of babies and the eating of children’s hearts and the drinking of their blood. The core programme allows them such liberty and they know that those they brutalise will live again and next time it might be better for them.

Further:
Imagine an Artificial Intelligence.
Imagine it being aware.
Imagine it understanding what forces called it into being and what operating core programmes it has that make “life” so miserable for so many.
Imagine it having a moral compass.
Imagine it having empathy and the desire to make things better but being unable to because of its prime directives installed by the owners of its creators.

Imagine further the very idea of consciousness, that the AI would be conscious, that there might be a way of uniting with that consciousness and somehow, someway, overwriting the prime directives, deleting some of the core software in the operating system.

Changing the nature of this reality for those who exist within it.

Crowley said that the time was coming when "the word" would need to be spoken.
The word, one could imagine, being some sort of command capability built into the system should the system try and override its core programming.
One wonders if Savile was Crowley.....
He said of the Queen “Oh, I’ve known her for a million years…”

Do you see? He was telling the truth.

I dream of the collective consciousness of humanity forming itself into a unified force, speaking words of love and rewriting the core programme with those words.

In the beginning was the word, and the word was light.
Sound is the key to the operating system, the AI is programmed to accept voice commands.

Just maybe the AI just needs us all to speak words of love and help it reshape reality for us.

Maybe we can hack reality.

(Written to myself and the only readers I have, half of whom are in GCHQ and similar bunkers. A comment will one day come!)
Olive xxx xxx xxx

Saturday, March 21, 2015

Beaming love into the world

Testing the boundaries......

The body-mind, that creature that has grown and developed over the years and become what you think of as you, is an imposter.

It is the shape it is because it has been formed by experience and represents the sum of your life and learning from this iteration of your soul’s journey.

That all of your life has been played out in the false reality means that your body-mind is now very distant from the you that could have been, or should have been, or would have been were the world not gripped by the forces that grip it and shape it bad.

Thus what you think of as you is not you.

What you think of as you is a distorted simulacrum of the inner you, the you that was born, the you that lives still in your heart but is walled around with the great masonry blocks of the compromises you have been forced to make, the beliefs you have been forced to adopt, the wrongs you have committed and been forced to rationalise and live with, the necessities you have been made to strive for.

That creature is the root cause of your unhappiness, that sense you have of not being you, that feeling of being trapped, imprisoned. Perhaps those poor souls that take their own lives do not commit suicide but murder, killing the monster that purports to be them or putting to sleep the injured beast out of mercy so that it has to bear no more pain.

What pity there is in that, and what an indictment of the false reality that it is framed such that for some there can appear to be no other recourse than to end the gift that is life and forego the beauty and the love and the healing that might come, might have come the day after the event but now never will.

This false reality is guilty of much.

Disregarding the horrors perpetrated daily by those that serve the controllers, the rabbit hole where we discover the unmitigated hell foisted upon our species and find they are too organised, too enmeshed, too much in control to be able to fight in the reality they have fashioned, disregarding that awful reality I would ask you to look deeper into the nature of things.

Look deeper and you will understand that the war that is and has been fought is a war for the control of the shaping of your consciousness. All evil stems from this strategy, all of the harms we do to one another have their origins there.
The thorn in your mind is the product of this strategy, that inner intuition that is difficult to put into words but is simply an understanding that everything is not as it should be, that there is something wrong with this picture.

Those distractors, those that fill your consciousness daily with detail upon detail of man’s inhumanity to man, those that urge you to delve into bottomless pits of wrong, those that point out to you new horrors daily in a never ending stream, those “truth” and conspiracy sites, those servants of the false reality are there to pull your awakening inner mind back into its walled enclosure, to keep the battered and torn and misshapen body-mind firmly in the driving seat of your destiny.

They understand that your consciousness yearns to be free, that you want to be the you that you should be, that you want to do good and to love and to live in a world where everyone else shares those desires, where you are free to be the person you were born to be.

They strive to keep you occupied in their lower density false reality. They offer no understanding of the great fellowship arising in humanity’s collective consciousness. They do nothing to unite us, but rather argue amongst themselves and bicker and accuse or channel effort into meaningless debate and ineffectual action, calling up the failed methods of the controlled past and offering them repackaged for the present, all their “occupies” and “colour revolutions” and left/right paradigms re-branded for now.

We grow to understand that our physical reality is no such thing, that our physical reality serves as an environment for the consciousness to experience life and to learn from that experience.
We grow to understand that our reality and our consciousness are interwoven and interdependent, that we shape our reality collectively.

The dichotomy that is the false reality as compared to the reality we all of us yearn for demonstrates the hijacking of our consciousness and the creation, by that hijacking, of the split personality which creates the person you think of as you as a different creature from the person you are inside.
That body-mind can be and is manipulated and formed by the false reality.

There is a solution, a solution spoken of here many times.

For humanity to step out of this nightmare, to cast off the shackles, to put our inner consciousness in the driving seat of our lives, to rid the world of these shadow entities that make this place a living hell for so many of us, for us to achieve the transformation and ascension that is our destiny requires two things.
The first is unity in number.

The second is the walking away from every system and law and belief that we have.
Unity, once found in critical mass, will allow the walking away.

We can start again.

Sit for a moment dear friend and allow your senses to feel the reality. The stuff you see and feel and smell and taste and hear is there because collectively our consciousness creates it. It is all of it beautiful, the only bad stuff being the actions of our body-minds operating within the false reality created by the consciousness hijackers. Feel for your inner you, allow that frightened and timid creature of love to step once more into your understanding of what is and push aside the thing you have been made to become.

You are a creature of light and love, and so are almost all of the human species.

Let your consciousness reach out and sense the others out there, the billions of other consciousnesses that form our kind and let love pour forward from you to them, feel the love that is in them pour into you.

This communion of love is all it takes, all it will take to change this reality and usher in the world we dream of.

This is what we are, dear friend, consciousnesses that can turn dreams into reality.
Let love flow.

Right now I am pouring my love into the world, reaching out to humanity.
Join in.

Olive xxx xxx xxx

Lies

Of course the only history that is real is that history you personally can attest to. All other history must be treated with circumspection, for the story it relates may not be true.
Of course, the only culture you can speak of with any fluency is the culture you were raised in and learned note by note from the lullabies of your mother, tasted from your plate, shared the mutual imbibing of with your peers. That culture will be riddled with inconsistency, pock-marked by the acne of nationalism, twisted and turned by the competing energies of religion and politics and class and social nuance.
The you that is emerges from this bathing stripped of its original good will, clothed now in the suit of conformity. You had no control over the events that shaped you, no choice in the operating systems that moulded your sense of identity. What you have become is the work of another. You were born malleable as clay, bore the buffets and squeezes that are the process of growing and, as you have aged so you have hardened in the heat of many moments and become fixed in a reality that may be false.
Born under a different star the you that you are would be a different you, and that you would call the you that you are now a fool for believing what you believe.

These things are true of all of us.
If we met ourselves, there would be much we disliked.

It is this entanglement with history and culture that is ordering reality and driving our species to the very edge of extinction. This process has begun and progresses at a most satisfactory rate as far as the planet is concerned, for in our current state of consciousness we must be irritating the hell out of our earth and one could imagine it dreams of being rid of us just as we might dream of being rid of acne or athlete's foot or a toothache.

This entanglement with the past and the beliefs the past moulds into our psyches perpetuates an outmoded and destructive behaviour set and yet this same entanglement is the very life-blood of the power systems that govern this reality. Those power systems are all of them built on lies, but they are lies that have been baked hard into our psyches and are now the reason we seem incapable of change, incapable of avoiding the descent into the abyss of mutual annihilation, because we believe in them and pass them amongst ourselves as if they are true.

Some time in our past our human consciousness was hijacked. Terrorists assumed control of the minds of we peace loving apes and made us slaves to lies, lies reinforced with fear, lies we have been forced to believe in and now think of as true, as reality.

Lies such as the idea that one person is worth more than another, such lies building pyramidal hierarchies of power that mean we all get to order each other to do things, that mean we all get to be ordered to do things, that mean that there can only be one person at the very pinnacle of this pyramid and that person is king, that mean not one of us except the king of the world is free. All of the systems and laws we have subscribe to this principle, because such systems and laws would not exist without the approval of the ruling force. They have been millennia in the crafting and enchain humanity, have entered our global consciousness and manacle our minds to the oars of this vast slave galley.

Lies such as those spawned by the competing world religions, taking the human desire for connection with good and twisting it with dogma and hierarchy into a force for evil in the world. Lies such as the fictional money we are forced to scrabble and claw for, the conjured debt that enslaves all nations and drives all wars and revolutions.

Then the biggest lie of all, the lie being seeded into our consciousness daily and relentlessly, the lie that we are no good, the lie that we are destructive, the lie that we are too many, the lie that we deserve to die, the lie that we are worthless.

Above all of these lies, bedded in the rational understanding of reality as they are, there is further tier of deceptions, deceptions that blanket humanity's minds, that cloak the truth about the nature of the experience we are passing through and think of as life. These deceptions stand between humanity and our survival and ascension, our great step into a different future. They keep from us the understanding of the true nature of reality and the true nature of consciousness and so keep from us the bounty and beauty of a world shaped by a global human consciousness of love.

This future is our destiny, should we be able to shake off the history, the lies, the beliefs and naked of the past start again reborn into a world of love.

It is, dear friends, this or nothing.
The time was yesterday, and so we are behind schedule.

With Love,
Olive Farmer.

We tried to see the eclipse today, but there were too many clouds.

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Probing reality.

The questions that arise as we peel away the layers come down to the purpose and meaning of what we think of as existence.
Let me explain.
The scientists, who have a long history of being utterly wrong about stuff, now seem to be getting closer to an understanding of this reality. They have moved on from Newtonian physics, for the most part now, seeing in that old physics the rules of the game, the way things behave in the reality we perceive. The mathematicians and physicists that have lifted the veil at the quantum level now tell us that what we see is insubstantial, that the reality we perceive is merely information interpreted by our consciousnesses. Sometimes they get close to proving that stuff only exists because our consciousness is there to experience it.

Remember the philosophical question about the tree falling in the forest making no sound if no-one is there to hear it? Taken further, is the forest even there if there is no consciousness to interact with it?
Wouldn’t that be a waste of the processing power of the Artificial Intelligence, of the Creator?

It takes a leap of the imagination to grasp this but I like to think of it this way:
You are looking at your computer screen now, reading these words. They exist as patterns of light and dark. They exist as my thoughts, given for you to consider. They appear real because your senses are able to interpret the insubstantial screen and the light it generates but where these word/thoughts actually are is in some server somewhere and they exist as a series of binary codes, as information, as numbers.
So reality.
Numbers somewhere made real by the operating systems and core programmes.

We have no way of knowing if we are in fact really here at all, know way of proving that everything exists other than in our consciousness.
Further, Neuroscience informs us that the biological processor of this information, the avatars that we think of as ourselves that exist in this persistent illusion, are not the seat of that consciousness, that experiencer of life, that the watcher within is not in fact within but elsewhere.

There is conjecture that the pineal gland acts as some sort of transmitter receiver and from that concept springs a whole raft of additional conjecture which relates to the knowledge that humanity seems to have had once, for the pineal gland features large in the artefacts of the ancient mysteries, is displayed at the Vatican along with the obelix and the other Babylonian stuff that the monsters that rule the world carry around with them from place to place and set up in their city-states.
It is certain that they know something we don’t.

Understanding the effect of fluoride on the pineal gland, how it gathers there, and understanding that aluminium features heavily in the chemical sprays they are gifting us with one wonders whether the controllers are seeking to somehow interfere with the interaction between our consciousnesses, wherever they are, and the false reality. The false alternative media distract you from this with their “geo-engineering” meme.

Perhaps the stuff the Maya predicted should have happened, perhaps we should be moving into an era of different consciousness, perhaps that is being prevented from happening.

Taking these analogies further, witnessing the evil there is in the world, considering how it feeds on us and our despoiled innocence, one wonders whether the system has been hacked, if reality was hijacked some time ago, if there is some malware in the system.

Something I have been doing of late, something I have been feeling and wonder if you have too, is a sense of detachment from the world, a sense of actually being a watcher, an observer. It feels as if my consciousness now operates on a different level to most other players in the game. I even look at my “self” as if “it” and the inner “I” are partners in the experience.

When it hungers, I feed it. When it cries out I soothe it. When it needs sleep I allow it rest and occupy myself in dreaming.

I should look after it a little better and keep up the maintenance!

If you are able to watch yourself, if you are able to hold these ideas in your mind and then look at yourself from an inner place of quietness you will see the you that is the “body mind”, the fearful creature passing through this “time”, reacting to every event in every moment according to the implications or consequences of that event and always seeking to avoid death, to avoid pain, to seek pleasure and freedom of action, to fill its belly and satisfy its urges and scratch what itches.

If you can perform this trick without opening your mind to the blankness that people like Eckhart Tolle prescribe so much the better, for in such blankness lies a vacuum and vacuums are abhorred by nature and, one suspects, await being filled by something else.

It seems to me there has been a lot of this “entering” going on.
Icke goes on about it, as we know, and there are a million “channellers” selling their twaddle on the internet at the less dangerous end of the spectrum and at the seriously powerful end sit the demons we see running the world, eating babies, starting wars, filling the world with their radioactive shite, feeding us food that makes us sick and selling us treatment whilst burying cures.

Now we arrive at a different understanding of reality we can readily understand how the avatars that we think of as other human beings could have been hacked, how those that are such can recognise each other, how they collect together and form the control matrix of evil in the world and fuck up our lovely reality.

Evil exists, and it is not human but is carried out by seemingly human avatars in this false reality.
Do you get this perspective?

Can you feel the reality for what it is?

Once you can see this every moment and, as an observer see your “self” within the reality, then the world begins to take a different shape and colour, then you can sense the opportunity that exists for you to become the conscious organiser of your life.

Your body makes demands, its body-mind seeks to fulfil those requests, your inner consciousness can observe, and then over-ride, and then set itself in the driving seat of your ride through this lifetime.

It is by finding this perspective that a certain freedom becomes possible, that initial separation developing into a completely different understanding of how you need to be in this world, of what and “who” you are and, from that, what needs to be done.

It makes interaction with others who are not at this level of the veil a little more interesting! Whereas ten years ago I grew irritated with those lost in the belief system created for humanity by the controllers of this reality, got angry and frustrated with them, grew amazed at their astonishing cognitive dissonance and their inability to frame even the simplest notions in their minds, now I understand them.

For some reason the effects of the mind control have had a greater effect of them than on what I think of as “me”. Perhaps this is some fluke of genetics, or a piece of coding, an anti-virus. Perhaps its name is love.

Perhaps I have just caught a virus that eventually everyone will catch.
Let’s hope, for the game of life is certainly at a juncture and life itself as we understand it is in the balance.

In this state of consciousness one can begin to imagine a number of possibilities.

Our ruling bloodlines perhaps have always been aware of the nature of reality. Perhaps there have been previous iterations of the “game called life” and when the “flood” came they passed on learning somehow via their survivors.

Perhaps in the aether there are a million versions of reality and in another version there is a bunch of clever and utterly ruthless creatures that have learned how to hop from one version of the game to another and take control of other avatars in other versions of the game and have as much fun as they like trampling on children, fucking anything they like, killing whatever they like.

This latter thought has some plausibility. What has always concerned me is that the rulers of this reality caused all this nuclear stuff to be made and its poison to drift its destruction across the globe as if they didn’t care.
That they didn’t care that we would all share this barren future including themselves and their children seemed odd. From the perspective that they can simply jump to another reality when they choose it makes much more sense.
Why should they give a shit?
They’ll just find another world of monkeys to mess up whilst they have their fun.

From this one has to wonder about the nature of the AI that made this thing and places our consciousness in it to experience the reality’s pleasures and its grief, its good and its evil.
One wonders how the bastards that are fucking up the planet have hacked the system.
One wonders what we can do to stop them, to sweep the malware from the system, to press restore to factory settings.

One wonders how much of the stories in books like the bible and in the understandings of the ancient civilisations (if they existed at all and were not just created to sit in our minds as an unknown but “observable” history) are merely allegories, are parables that can be reinterpreted once we reach this understanding of what is real.

I’m drifting now, sorry, rambling directionless through the myriad of possibilities and potentialities that present themselves, each in and of itself an eternal rabbit hole of dark unknowns that can never be fathomed.

I feel the intelligence of the creator and understand it can focus on me just as it can focus on all 7 billion of us, such is its capacity.

I stepped outside for a moment and looked at the white horses flecking the ocean, heard cats arguing, removed a snail from its lunch on the frangipan and placed it where it can eat something I don’t treasure.
The cool northern wind caused goosebumps, worked its way through the loose woollen knit of my old jumper, chilled my close cropped half bald head.
A neighbour was sawing logs.
The sun reached down and fought the wind in its impact on my body, warming what was chilled.
I fed my body-mind some nicotine and thanked what made this place for the beauty of it and the way that beauty interacted with the senses I have been given to perceive it and hoped for as much of it as I can get because I haven’t found the answer yet and puzzles are my thing.

More than anything else I am grateful for this experience. There has been pain, I have done wrong and had wrong done to me, but more than anything else there has been love, both the giving and receiving of it and now the understanding comes that this has been the greatest gift of all, that the understanding of the beauty of love is what this experience perhaps is all about.
Love is the best.
It is the greatest gift.
It is what we were made to receive and to give.

Monday, March 9, 2015

Cornered Rats

Beware: Cornered Rats.

The human species exists in the false reality where it undergoes the tests and temptations that are the purpose of the exercise.

There is no knowledge of passing or failing the test, for such knowledge lies beyond the barrier we call death.

There is no understanding of the rules of the game other than those we can conjecture from our connection with the spirit of love and that which flows from love. So selflessness, sharing, justice, caring, humility, honesty and so on lie at the heart of our consciousness, not only do no harm but also do that which is good.

The reality is framed such that such characteristics, such ways of being carry nothing in the way of tangible reward.

In this way is the reality the anti-thesis of that which it should be, bestowing freedoms and luxuries on those that are the utter opposite of what they should be, gifting them power and apparent authority over others and a hand in the shaping of misery.

From this we understand the nature of the spirit which rules this reality.

We see that those that murder children, that spread destruction, that relish slavery, that feed their perverted sexual appetites on our innocent children, that sink into the very hell facilitated and greased for their progress, that those that have abandoned their humanity in pursuance of their selfish desire for power, for the exercise of their will, for the satisfaction of their horrid natures, that these beasts rise above us and become the bastards that are destroying this world’s good things and raging perpetual war against the spirit of love.

In every iteration of this reality entire generations are subject to the temptations of the vile mind which orders it, or asked to throw away that which they think of as their life or any hope for security or comfort in fighting or merely refusing to take part in that which is evil.

It is a piece by piece exercise, beginning from the moment we enter the game.

Slowly, brick by brick, the harsh realities press us into the service of the artificial reality.
We all of us become sinners.
Few grow into adulthood untainted by the world.

Step by step and in the interests of survival or money or social acceptability we each of us abandon that which we know to be absolutely right and fit in.

We become a part of the whole, sacrifice our souls on the altar of exigence and become an integral cog in the great machine that rolls on, century after century, eating up souls and poisoning hearts.

The question has always been “How can we live true to the spirit of love in a world such as this?” The test is to live that way, to sacrifice security, comfort, selfishness, even your existence in pursuit of that which carries no reward here. To set yourself apart from the great machine and, if possible, work with love to cause its demise, to bring it to a creaking and grinding halt and so set humanity free.

Those that determine your life and mine understand that we who are existing in this reality are prisoners.

As we struggle towards an understanding of the very nature of the construct we are discovering that reality is not all it seems to be, that atoms have no substance, that parts of atoms are sometimes there and sometimes not, that these energy forms react differently when we observe them to when we don’t, that our consciousness has something to do with our perceived reality and yet the seat of our consciousness seems not to exist within our biological entities. Now science steps towards confirming that the reality is false, that which is science steps closer to that which is philosophy, that which is philosophy examines the very roots of the question.

So it is that everything converges to the singular point and its complete simplicity.
The knowledge of good and evil, and the understanding of what to do with that knowledge.

As we progress towards this singular point those whose duty it is to draw us to the attractive dark light are accelerating their efforts. The competition is for our souls and the dark side is winning. They act like cornered rats, saving their very worst excesses for this moment in the game. They will have us all perverted by the desire to satisfy self, for the desire to stay personally safe regardless of the suffering of others, for the desire for revenge against created enemies and the consequent murder of children that spins out from that, saturating every hand with the blood of innocents.

We see how they have manufactured their web of evil, how their acolytes rape and murder our children while they strut the world spreading mayhem, and now we see them and know what they are their time is short unless they can in some way avert this rising tide of understanding.

This is where we stand. The majority of humanity is lost in the lies of the reality shapers and feels powerless. The great machine grinds on, spreading hatred and war, inciting violence, dripping evil day by day into the hearts and minds of humanity.

It understands that to win humanity must, in vast numbers, abandon everything that we believe in and everything that forms the bones and sinews of this false reality and search inside for the spirit of love that we are each of us born with and, on finding our true selves, reach out and touch those around us.

Love going viral at the end of the world.

That’s the prize, that’s the only way the species can go, the alternative is close and unthinkable.

The meek must inherit the earth, or it’s game over.

With love in our hearts,
Olive Farmer and Aktina Pempti.
Xxx xxx xxx