Part One: The Sky's the Limit

'I'm leaving on a jet plane/ Don't know when I'll be back again....'

Leaving...... on a jet plane? Steady on there. Not so fast. Maybe yes, maybe no. Not so easy these days.

You might be leaving on a jet plane. Provided you don't mind having nasal cotton bud things of unknown purity stuck up your nostrils to near your brain cells for an undisclosed number of times. Provided you don't mind living with the continued uncertainty that this repeated procedure comes loaded with. Provided you don't mind being told at the last minute that your destination of choice is no longer available, because its colour code has been changed. And provided you don't mind running the risk - or travelling with the certainty - that you and your family could be imprisoned for a couple of weeks on return, all paid for by ..... you.

All in all, it adds up to a great holiday break, doesn't it. Sign me up. 

Don't know when I'll be back again: well, at least they got that bit right.....

There was a time when air travel was trendy, romantic, sexy; the stuff of James Bond and Marilyn Monroe. When working as an air hostess was the most glamorous job imaginable. Then came the era of mass holidays abroad, from the last 1960s in the UK, I guess. The annual family week on the Costa del Booze or las Playas de Vicious SunBurn. Even then, despite the souvenirs for grannie of plastic castanets and the bottles of cheap vinegary wine from the duty-free, there was a touch of adventure, of something special, about air travel.

The first time that I went higher than the summit of Ben Nevis was during the mid-1980s. Solitary pilgrimage to the Rome of Michelangelo. The final vestiges of exoticism connected to flying were in the process of crumbling, but for me it was still a pretty extraordinary experience.

And then came cheap flights for all, spearheaded in the UK by Easyjet and Ryanair. Airborne cattle trucks, with departure lounges resembling the local sheep markets. Comfort, good times, were out the window. Just get them on board, arrive at destination, deposit them in Arrivals, job done. The job of 'flight attendant' now possessed the same allure as that of local rubbish collector. Stressed and frazzled, mainly concerned with selling cut-price perfumes to washed-out travellers.

Over the past twenty years, things got increasingly bizarre, to me at least. I knew people who would fly out to Dubai for a two-day meeting. I have relatives for whom flying half-way around the world was as everyday as me taking the local bus into town. I felt that it was crazy, unsustainable: not materially, since scarcity of resources is largely another trick of the Cabal, to maintain humanity in perpetual fearfulness. No. Unsustainable mentally, emotionally, spiritually. The human body and mind are not equipped to hurtle around at high altitudes on a regular basis. There's no such thing as a free lunch. The only sustainable solution is learning to teleportate (seriously): possible, but not necessarily straightforward.

In the official version of things, something changed. From being the key to a great life, flying became a great demon. Air travel became one of the main perpetrators of the planet turning into a baking desert; it was creating one of humanity's nightmares with its atmosphere-heating emissions. People began to get guilty big-time about getting on a plane - or even thinking about it. I am flying = I am destroying the planet, oh god, what am I  doing to the kids?

Air travel has become demonised another step during the convid fraud. Killer pathogens get around the world on aeroplanes, that's how they do it; and they don't even pay for a ticket. Air travel, therefore, should be discouraged, made difficult, made impossible. Thus goes the bullshit, which some people at least swallow.

Why don't 'they' want you to fly? Why don't 'they' want you to go to other places anymore? Big question. There are some, I suppose, who actually believe in the climate change and convid frauds. But generally, it seems to me, they want you to narrow your horizons. There remain some folk, at least, for whom travel broadens the mind, and broadening the mind is a luxury that 'they' will no longer allow. If you take a look at UN's Agenda 2030, it involves little people living little local identikit lives. It's a dumbed-down version of humanity, which just ekes out a rudimentary life, bottom of the 'hierarchy of needs'; we ain't going anywhere else.

Ease of international travel would also be bad news for the furtherance of the convid programme. Isolation - of nation from nation, principally - goes hand-in-hand with the increased censorship and non-reporting of news that takes place at the moment. The Ministry of Information is alive and kicking, fiercely determining what the mass of the population will and will not know about. What is going on in France, for example, and Australia? It is not easy to find out, but most people have no idea at all.

Control over information is difficult if people are gambolling across the face of the Earth in vast numbers. It's not going to look good if the usual summer exodus of half of Middle England to France takes place, and they come back to the UK and report what's actually going on just over the Channel. "There's a French Revolution going on."

Certain places require isolation in order for 'local experimentation' to occur. Australia and New Zealand, in semi 'quarantine' from the rest of the world, are arguably guinea pigs for full-on fascist viciousness in a predominantly white population of European origin. Canada, too, quite possibly. How will it go? Can we pull it off? These are the questions on the lips of the 'controllers'. And minimal interference is necessary for the results of the experiments to be observed.

One thing that I can say with confidence is that if you rely on mainstream media as your source of information, you will be very poorly informed about current affairs. Very poorly informed indeed. You will have no idea what is going on.      

      

 

Part Two: The Great Recap

Eighteen months into the disaster zone, it might prove wise to briefly return to basics, and summarise a few of the main points; points that we actually know, from evidence, not things we believe because the BBC or some other 'authority' has told us it is so. I am no 'specialist', but from what I have researched, this is what we have: 

Firstly, there is no novel vai-russ. Let me repeat that: there is no novel vai-russ. This convid pathogen thing has never been isolated so that we can actually have a look at it and say 'Ah, you're the naughty one.' You will come across people who claim that it has been isolated. But if you follow things up, you realise that this process of 'isolation and purification' that gives rise to this claim is nothing of the sort. 

There is also the information provided about patents by Dr David Martin, who demonstrates that the genetic sequence of the alleged vai-russ was patented bit by bit over a matter of years before it was supposed to have appeared on the scene in Wuhan. The genetic sequence is computer generated; a generation of convenience.

Secondly, the PCR test, on which the 'cases' and pandemic is based, does not test for a pathogen as such. It identifies strands of genetic material to varying degrees of amplification. The amplification is determined by the number of 'cycles' that the test goes through. It is generally recognised that above about 30 cycles it becomes very inaccurate, since it is detecting such minute quantities of the predetermined target material. With a degree of local variation, the NHS in the UK has had the test run on 45 cycles. Result: vast numbers of 'cases' of healthy people with tiny fragments of predetermined genetic material in their body. No illness, but plenty of ammunition for fake pandemic continuation.

Understanding how PCR works leads to the next piece of fraud: asymptomatic spread. Not true, at least nearly entirely so. An asymptomatic covidite is simply somebody who has tested positive for a microscopic quantity of a certain type of material, but is basically fine. Minute quantities of almost everything can be detected if only you turn the test up high enough. So this stuff about getting healthy kids to mask up, get the papaya shot, so they don't kill grannie, is also based on a falsehood, since it is driven by the fantasy of asymptomatic spread.

This is actually all the falsehood that you need to know. Once the scale of the deception from the outset is swallowed, all else falls into place. Everything becomes clear. Just as a couple of examples:

Masks: say no more......

https://www.greenmedinfo.com/blog/masks-dont-work-review-science-relevant-covid-19-social-policy-O

https://www.nutritruth.org/single-post/do-masks-work-a-review-of-the-evidence

Papaya shots. What do we know? Since there is no isolated pathogen to be protected from, there can be no effective papaya shot to protect you from it. Basic logic. What else do we know for sure? These are to varying degrees new kinds of substances to inject into human beings. We know that some people have died as a result of having the shot, and many more have suffered health problems. How many people will die, and how many more will suffer, is unknown. Nobody on the planet knows, though some have a better idea than others. In this respect, it is indeed an enormous experiment.

We also know that the precise and complete make-up, the list of ingredients, remains a mystery to most of us. We know for sure some of the possible effects, for some people at least, including strokes, blood clots, and some people become magnetic. 

See, for example:

https://blog.nomorefakenews.com/2020/10/09/covid-the-virus-that-isnt-there-the-root-fraud-exposed/

  

Part Three: No No New Normal

I recently read an article in a local 'newspaper'. I never buy these, but a neighbour occasionally puts them through the letterbox after she has finished with them. Anyway, it was quite a long article, written by an 'NHS boss' (cue: Ah, must take it seriously - boss, a very important person). In this article the NHS boss was instructing us not to imagine that things in general, and the NHS specifically, would be returning to how they used to be before convid. Some things were here to stay, and this is actually a good thing. In particular, face-to-face encounters with GPs and other health officers would continue to be a rarity, while we effectively manage our health with photos and phone calls. Hey, why didn't we think of it earlier? And mask wearing may well be a permanent weapon in our ongoing fight to stay safe.

Important to note is that this is an 'NHS boss'. The kneejerk reaction of the sleepy ones is to think this is a person who knows about health. Wrong! This person is a bureaucrat, an administrator. They know as much about pathogens as does a pet hamster. Their job is (dis)information, propaganda, no more. 

Then there was John Swinney, minister of something or other in Scotland and all-round important person. He was telling us that it's a good idea to keep some of the convid restrictions in place permanently, or at least provide the governmental means to re-implement them at a moments' notice, since some of them have provided undoubted benefits. 

And I recently received some online newsletter or something from the university of Oxford - this is me receiving info from the academic wing of the Cabal. I deleted it in disgust, and do not recall the name of the writer. Anyhow, this academic was looking out of their college window (out of the ivory tower) down onto the plebs in the streets of Oxford. He/she/it purred with satisfaction at how Oxford had changed for the better with the plandemic. So many of the cars had gone, people were on bicycles, noisy roads were replaced by convid lanes, and the rest. Yes, the convid was actually quite a good thing; the world will be a far far better place as a result.

This is the subtext to all these pronouncements, the likes of which are predictably increasing by the day. The plandemic has been a good thing. The world is better for it. It is all part of the next stage of programming: the new normal will become the improved normal. Wait a few years, and you'll forget you ever had a different kind of life.  Those holidays abroad - just a faded memory. They weren't up to much anyway. Another report I saw recently, produced - surprise surprise - by academics from Oxford, Cambridge, Imperial College among others, the usual suspects, declared that all the airports in the UK apart from three or four major ones will be closed within a small number of years.

Sadly, unless they wake up, vast numbers of people will just shrug their shoulders, accept whatever is thrown in their face, and simply adapt to any new normal that is offered them. C'mon folks, wake up.......    

Footnote: 'Build back better' is the anthem of now: it is code for 'The Great Reset'. Planet Robot. Be aware.

 

Part Four: Local News

Humans are involved in a frequency war is how one member of the Cosmic Agency forum succinctly put it; it's a concept which some may find difficult to grasp. But frequency war it is.

Happily, there are those who get this - some instinctively, without totally 'understanding' it, which is fine. This was on splendid display last weekend, when the tiny city of Inverness in the Scottish Highlands was the location of a 'gathering' of those who have seen past the convid fraud. Despite the fact that these people are all there in the fight of their lives, the atmosphere is buoyant, friendly, joyous even. One or two people attempt to whip up a little old fashioned anger, but to no avail.

Such meetings are not the same as former political protests; the vibe is different. I looked around me, and saw a vast range of different people: young, old; male, female; well-off, poor; smart, scruffy; orthodox-looking, the alternatively-clothed. Yet all the labels, all the identities, have been shed. They create no tensions, no friction. Each an individual, defiant in the face of any collective that tries to bully them into uniformity. Yet unified, united, as one. It is a privilege to be among such a gathering.

The best bit is when we leave behind the city square, and walk down to the bridge across the river. Here, the traffic is always at a standstill, due to half the bridge now being given over to 'safe-distance covid lanes' (which, it goes without saying, hardly anybody uses). So the drivers and passengers have no choice but to sit there for ages, looking at our posters and placards brightening up the scene. 

I am a pretty good landscape photographer, but for urban places and people I'm a bit rubbish. Anyhow, here are a few photos from the day. Note that the sun may shine, even in the Highlands of Scotland......