Monday, 11 October 2010


It's a beautiful day today. And only a couple of days now till I say sayonara to Zion and say hi to the land of the red-glowing tree.

Pretty excited, I've got to say. I figure I'm going to spend a few days "holidaying" and then look for some way to get into the community. Whether it's teaching English, or chef-ing, or barwork, I don't mind. Going to learn the language, of course.

Thought I'd put a few comments out into the aether regarding the real possibility of freedom for all those who kind of feel the urge to do something else, but feel a little tied down, or feel they have obligations they have to meet first. Well - you're not, and you don't.

That's pretty much it.

Your chains are all illusory, that is to say implanted into our heads from the outside. If you don't take care of your own programming, the world is going to do it for you, and that leaves you wide open for whole lot of trickery. There's a reason the advertising and marketing business is worth billions, and that's because it works - it reprogrammes your mind. Yes, yours! They've been doing this a long time, they know what they're doing. Subliminals, cognitive dissonance, peer pressure, creating need, hypnotics, mantra, repitition - they know all the tricks!

So there are no barriers, to anything. If you want to travel but have kids, take them with you. And whatever you do, don't send them to school. Ever. But's that's another story.

If you have credit cards to be paid off, just give them a wrong address, max them out, and stop paying them off. They're unsecured loans. They are fraud. The rates are beyond loan-sharking. Money and interest themselves are a joke. They are stealing, so just take a bit back. There's nothing they can do.

Abolish to-do lists. Do only what is in your heart, at that time.

Take your money out of banks. If you have a mortgage, sell up and rent. There's a big house price crash coming. Buy gold instead.

If you hate your job, quit.

If you feel in a rut, ask yourself every morning:

And the answer will pop up.

Stop eating processed and GM food, and gluten and sucrose. Up your intake of saturated fat. Get lots of sun on the skin and in the eyes - chuck away the "trendy" (programmed) sunglasses and don't use suncream, ever. Go for walks, observe nature. Say thanks every morning when you wake up - for the weather, or your gifts, whatever you feel thankful for. Say it, let the words actually vibrate the aether.

Talk to people.

Stop watching TV, and reading newspapers.

 See the big picture.

Get some kind of hypnotherapy to get your subconscious receiving the right kinds of messages - download Rick Collingwood, Paul McKenna, Steve G Jones or someone like that. It'll plant seeds - I can attest to that.

Meditate. Or at least just sit, and relax each part of your body, for a few minutes, and breathe deeply.

Have faith. Not in a god, not in a saviour. Have faith in life, because we are a fountain of it. As Ghislaine Lanctot so brilliantly pointed out, submission is the grandmother of all misfortune. So never submit. Practice non-compliance. And never give up.

 Gospel of Thomas:
Jesus said, "If those who lead you say to you, 'See, the kingdom is in the sky,' then the birds of the sky will precede you. If they say to you, 'It is in the sea,' then the fish will precede you. Rather, the kingdom is inside of you, and it is outside of you. When you come to know yourselves, then you will become known, and you will realize that it is you who are the sons of the living father. But if you will not know yourselves, you dwell in poverty and it is you who are that poverty." 
We already have everything we need. We lack for nothing. This bears repeating - we lack nothing. To truly realise that, and that our thoughts will manifest themselves, is the breakthrough that I hope each and every one of you will come to.

Wednesday, 6 October 2010

Songs for the Old World Order

I'd like to say thank you to the Old World Order for making it now so obvious, and so easy to leave, to refuse to comply, to refuse to submit, forever.

No doubt about it, it was a clusterfuck while it lasted:

In the writings of the Druids,
Lies a recipe for Druid fluid,
Sounds like a most refreshing drink to me.
You seem to be accruin'
More penalties than a Boston Bruin
But your card says "Get Out Of Jail for Free".
You were always such a shoo-in
But you didn't pay attention to what you were doin'
And no one here can do it as good as me.


It was a clusterfuck.

Yes, we all have our own get out of jail free card, but we stopped paying attention. Still, the false ego is faltering - it's the end of an era.

Get out the way
I don't need you any more
You're not my sweet sweet 16
I don't like it any more

You catch me on my worst
But I try to get better
Well am I just a scruffy lad,
Who remembers what he once had?

Better get out the way
It's alright to run away

What a wanker
Going away from here
I'm going away from here

So, time to be grateful - humanity has been taught some valuable lessons, and we need never repeat them.

The fights, those nights
I tried to pretend it don't hurt
The way, I prayed
Someday that you would love me
Really, completely
Just how I wanted it to be
But no, so wrong
Can't believe I stayed with you so long

You hit, you spit, you split, every bit of me, yeah
You stole, you broke, you're cold
You're such a joke to me, yeah

For every last bruise you gave me
For every time I sat in tears
For the million ways you hurt me
I just wanna tell you this
You broke my world, made me strong
Thank you
Messed up my dreams, made me strong
Thank you

My head, near dead
Just the way you wanted it
My soul, stone cold
Cos I was under you're control
So young, so dumb
Knew just how to make me succumb
But I understand
To make yourself feel like a man

Yeah, you taught me some lessons
Those are my blessings
That won't happen again
Thank you

Pretty clear representation of earth, air, fire and water there. And the rising of the sacred feminine from its state of bondage. That's ultimately what's going to redeem us all.

By the way, the incessant repetition of the phrase New World Order is only going to give them power. It's not new, it's really old, and it's dying. Call it what it is: the Old World Order. Repeat that one over and over, "truthers". So, OWO, you like incantations and spells, right? How about this: You're finished, you're over, you're done.

It's a new golden age:

You lived in a place long, long ago
Where nothing moved and time went slow
And someone sang about a Golden Age

In Cenetaph Park, drinking in the dark
This place was the machine that put the iron in your heart

Iron to gold - that's alchemy. That's us.