Friends. How much time to we have left?
By my clock it's five minutes past midnight. We are into unchartered territory. Territory where only bravery and vision can hope to cut through the torpor and stupor which is bringing about the designed obsolescence of the human race and the transgenic re-engineering of the common gene pool of our planetary biodiversity.
As I write this, the technocrats in Brussels are lining up to enforce an Act designed put an end to our seeds. The saving and resowing of 'real' seeds.
Those in high places believe we need to 'move-on' concerning
the control of the food chain. It's time for total control.
Only seeds
registered and licensed by the State will be legal. And only those with
money will be able to afford to do this exercise. The corporations will
own the seeds and fulfill their ambition to have 'full spectrum
dominance' of the food chain. “He who controls food controls the
people”. Checkmate.
They have decided that its time to cease the perpetuation of a pattern of life on planet Earth that goes back to the birth of agriculture – and before.
That is what they are doing in Brussels 6 May 2013 and beyond. From now on, unless we cut free of obeisance to the centralised, totalitarian regimes whose takeover of our planet is almost complete, we will have only ourselves to blame. For we are complicit in allowing ourselves to become slaves of the Corporate State and its cyborg enforcement army.
They have decided that its time to cease the perpetuation of a pattern of life on planet Earth that goes back to the birth of agriculture – and before.
That is what they are doing in Brussels 6 May 2013 and beyond. From now on, unless we cut free of obeisance to the centralised, totalitarian regimes whose takeover of our planet is almost complete, we will have only ourselves to blame. For we are complicit in allowing ourselves to become slaves of the Corporate State and its cyborg enforcement army.
That is, if we continue to remain hypnotized by their antics instead of
taking our destinies into our own hands and blocking or refusing to
comply with their death warrants. This 'refusal' is possible. But it
will only have the desired effect when, and if, it is contemporaneous
with the birthing of the Divine warrior who sleeps in us all. The
warrior who sleeps-on, like the besotted Rip Van Winkle in the Catskill
mountains.
We have arrived at the optimum point to draw a line in the sand. I say
optimum, because the need for food faces everyone of us every day – so
it's not possible to run and hide when it comes to eating. It's a bottom
line necessity. It's a bottom line that is now one step from being
removed from our control. I say 'one step' because we can turn around ,
draw our swords and say “No”.
Artists and spiritually inspired human beings are not exempt. In fact they will have a critical role to play in the great fight-back which is our one and only genuine resource at times of extreme crisis. And, in case some think otherwise, I want to state that this is such a time. No artist or spiritually inclined individual can claim to be such unless he or she is willing to enlist in the cause of protecting the sacred nature of life itself.
What the technocrats and their Illuminati masters cannot do is defy the power of the spirit – once its lit-up. And we must get it lit up – or die of starvation. Starvation of the spirit is just as prevalent as starvation from lack of food, on this tragic planet; perhaps more so. It's an artist's job to light-up the starving spirit by feeding it something that will bring it to life and steer it towards victory, not something that will encourage it to remain asleep.
I am a farmer, actor, activist and writer. I see no contradiction here. They are each mutually reinforcing elements of one life force. Of the gift of life which brought us here. And this gift of life starts as a seed. When lit-up - it presents the one power that can ultimately defeat the tunnel vision technocrats, the power besotted politicians, the blind Bilderbergers and the non-human will of the Illuminati overlords. They will all fall to our Excalibur once we remember how to use it.
Remember
we must. To put an end to that darkly scheming little cabal which is,
at this very moment, is dipping the ancient sacred seed into the
patented petri-dish of a genetically engineered holocaust. Attempting to
forever remove it from its origins in the subtle soil of a thousand
lands. Fight this with a thousand shining swords, for it is we who are
being engineered.
Those subverters of the sacred are convinced they will succeed in locking this seed away from the light - forever, and enlisting all humanity into their sinister power games. But, brave souls, nothing can stir us like a challenge to kill us off. Nothing can set the red corpuscles racing faster than the thought of an insentient trans-humanist cyborg future for us and our children.
Artists and spiritually inspired human beings are not exempt. In fact they will have a critical role to play in the great fight-back which is our one and only genuine resource at times of extreme crisis. And, in case some think otherwise, I want to state that this is such a time. No artist or spiritually inclined individual can claim to be such unless he or she is willing to enlist in the cause of protecting the sacred nature of life itself.
What the technocrats and their Illuminati masters cannot do is defy the power of the spirit – once its lit-up. And we must get it lit up – or die of starvation. Starvation of the spirit is just as prevalent as starvation from lack of food, on this tragic planet; perhaps more so. It's an artist's job to light-up the starving spirit by feeding it something that will bring it to life and steer it towards victory, not something that will encourage it to remain asleep.
I am a farmer, actor, activist and writer. I see no contradiction here. They are each mutually reinforcing elements of one life force. Of the gift of life which brought us here. And this gift of life starts as a seed. When lit-up - it presents the one power that can ultimately defeat the tunnel vision technocrats, the power besotted politicians, the blind Bilderbergers and the non-human will of the Illuminati overlords. They will all fall to our Excalibur once we remember how to use it.
Remember
we must. To put an end to that darkly scheming little cabal which is,
at this very moment, is dipping the ancient sacred seed into the
patented petri-dish of a genetically engineered holocaust. Attempting to
forever remove it from its origins in the subtle soil of a thousand
lands. Fight this with a thousand shining swords, for it is we who are
being engineered. Those subverters of the sacred are convinced they will succeed in locking this seed away from the light - forever, and enlisting all humanity into their sinister power games. But, brave souls, nothing can stir us like a challenge to kill us off. Nothing can set the red corpuscles racing faster than the thought of an insentient trans-humanist cyborg future for us and our children.
Pay them a fair price and
offer to help them harvest it. Only connect. Connect. Never allow
yourself to be just another number at the stupor-market check-out desk.
Life begins when we turn and face our enemy and say NO
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