Does it make much difference if one is a slave to a Cyborgian dynasty or to an Illuminati empire?
Not much, in my view.
However, we have at least started a serious awareness raising ‘resistance’ to the latter – and know this devil better than we understand the creeping paralysis of virtual-reality Trans-humanism.
Of course, there are strong links between these two.
The ambition has always been to hold the development of humanity in check, by whatever means. He who stands in the shadows between the CEO’s of
…is a fellow diner at the top table with those who stand in the shadows behind Monsanto, Cargill and Bayer.
Who in turn maintain just a shoulder’s distance from the shadow conductors of Raytheon’s military industrial project, the Lawrence Livermore Laboratory and British Aerospace Ltd.? Who, in their own turn, stand just a stone’s throw from the,
Each drinking from the others One World Cup.
Yes, we know something about this. But ‘mainstream mortal’ knows next to nothing. Yet we share our journey through life with such mortals – and cannot turn our backs.
The smart phone is the favorite toy of the non-discerning, as well as too many of the seemingly discerning. Its innocuous nature makes it particularly addictive. Hard to give up – even when you know it’s cooking your brain.
‘Smart’ technologies come to us as an array of seductive weapons (‘smart meters’ and ‘smart cars’ are just the beginning) which are clearing the way for the next generation of mind and blood altering ‘listening’ technologies.
Technologies that will, if the cyborgs get their way “do our thinking for us”.
And, as I have already stated, this is exactly what all too many want – and what the control system counts on – in order to spin humanity into the sticky folds of its all-embracing web.
It is this slow road to asphyxiation that particularly alarms me. Each step of the take-over seems ‘just a small thing’ – on its own, but quickly adds up to a deeply sinister poisoning of the sanctity of life once observed as the planned interconnected sequence of events that it really is.
The mass indulgence in cybernetics is a fool’s game. It’s a powerful distraction from the real task facing humanity: the discovery and realization of our still largely untapped deeper powers of love, spirit and passion.
These are the qualities that will define any future worth living in, not an obsession with high tech wizardry placed on the global market by the cold, calculating minds that drive the multinational behemoths.
Yet even as I write there is emerging another irresistible sweetener to take the cyber-slaves into their ultimate virtual reality scam:
Wi-Fi ‘Cloud Technology’.
A grid of all-encompassing energetic Wi-Fi microwave bands loaded with smart meter intelligence gathering capabilities and a virtually limitless range of capacity available to all who buy-in to its ubiquitous Eye of Horus network.
A sub-reality world which is able to declare itself ‘the new reality’ by dint of its calculated hold over billions who have long since given themselves over to ‘the network’. A network critical to the successful establishment of a One World Control System.
So here we are, ladies and gentlemen. The message “sent from my iPod” might now offer a little jolt to anyone who is taking this seriously.
- Am I (as the owner of a PC) to expect “I’m a Cloud supporter” to appear on colleagues incoming email messages in the near future?
- Where is the resistance going to come from if the tools of resistance are all made by the architects of the apocalypse?
- How will people know when to abandon their cybernetic ship before it completely devours them?
- Are our innards to be sacrificed to genetic engineering and our brains to trans-humanist madmen?
Not as long as I remain a proud and resilient human being on this sacred planet Earth!
Not as long as enough of us seize this critical moment – which is 2016 – and give our all to pushing through the powerful credo of beauty, spontaneity and creativity which shatters the malevolent lies of drugged and soulless automatons. Those cyborg swindlers who wish to drag us down into their bland metallic graves and war-forged smart-cloud prison cells.
Onward questing souls!
Dispense with these toxic tools of fashion; unsheathe instead the fine tipped arrows of truth – then step forth – for ours is the hour!