ALL IS not well. For the past eighteen months we have been bombarded with lies told on a global scale. During that time I have ranged over the internet for blogs and articles, opinions and scientific data (such that as a layman I can get to grips with) listened to countless interviews with doctors, professors and scientists, as well as the spoutings of our leading(?) politicians, which has led me to the conclusion that the vast majority of the public are as thick as elephant faeces and will accept whatever government diktat covers them. Only those with the ability to question everything will survive the perpetual attack on personal freedoms.
It is said that truth always conquers. Such a pity it takes so long to gain footholds, though of late it has been seeping through the morass, but it has a formidable opponent in globalist wealth and desire for complete control over the population in numbers, movement and longevity. There is a war on.
I had a dream last night, a collection of thoughts, experiences and knowledge gleaned from myriad sources, culminating in a scenario where I was confronted a labyrinth of choices dominated by green or red.
From my doorway in an urban complex I was presented with a range of activity options. Each one had choices. I could walk or I could ride on a transit system. Walking involved in obeying pedestrian rules in crossing roads and avoiding crowds. Always there was a choice in illuminated green or red indicators on the ground. The green allowed passage, the red gave another two choices; reject that choice and revert to green, or extermination. No court, no judgement – extermination, by being ejected into outer space or evaporated on the spot (how doesn’t matter – it was a dream).
If I chose to use the transit system, my credit rating was checked through computers linked wirelessly to my intravenous credit account. If I did not have sufficient credit, I could not travel. Again, the choices were in green and red, the red for reject that option for travel or extermination.
This process was repeated in every place I might visit, shops, cafes, museums, parks, all venues. In each case where I was interacting with another person, that person was represented not by a flesh and blood entity, but by an outlined round head on sloping shoulders like the signs for toilets, male or female, emoticons without the expressions, robotic apparitions. Every counter for purchases, every doorway to pass through there were the green and red illuminated signs on the floor with choices and on which to stand to show your choice.
This is not the kind of world any sane person would wish to live in, but it is one in which we are heading with graphene oxides included in lipid nano-particles that are in the injections so willingly taken up by so many in the belief their jabs will lead to ‘freedom’.
Will the world wake up to this travesty and destruction of life itself? It’s hard to say when so many are already dead from the neck up.
The ‘Terminator’ series of sci-fi films show a world dominated by machines. Are they not already here? Not in the form of gun-wielding skull-crushing mechanical artefacts, but in the board rooms of pharmaceutical companies owned by wealthy eugenicists, hand in hand with government ministers and ‘health’ organisations and the popular media at large? In the employers succumbing to the requirements for jabs or no job? In the ‘covid wardens’ patrolling the cafes? In the fear on the faces of small children made to wear masks by their parents? ‘You’ve got to wear it dear, the poison is invisible and you need protection even around the home.’ Dead, from the neck up.
It is easy to sit back and watch all this happen around us, see and hear it happening on every broadcast and blog, and know that those who are elected to represent the individual on a parish/county/country basis are either impotent, or deliberately complicit to save their own skins and careers, leaving the minority of those seeing through the veil hopelessly at risk of extermination, regardless of which illuminated floor light is stood upon.
We are driven to anger, frustration and tears. Are we being driven to our deaths?