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Blog#16: The Fight For Survival
The Fight For Survival
Every human being on planet Earth is currently engaged in a fight for survival. Many do not realise this, and persist in believing that they are doing all manner of hitherto unimagined things in order to counter a uniquely deadly illness. Whereas the reality is that they are being attacked on many fronts, the aim being to either reduce them to a zombified human variant, or simply eliminate them completely.
It's like the pigs who inhabit the open-air free-range farms hereabouts. Tell them the real purpose of all this luxury-and-mud existence - Mrs Smith's Sunday lunch - and they'll just laugh in your face. "You must be joking" they'll say, before telling you to oink off.
Planet Earth for the mass of humanity is a variety of different things: a farm, a zoo, a prison, a circus, and a laboratory experiment. It doesn't sound very appetising, but seems to be the reality. The matter of free will constitutes a tricky point of discussion in this context.
That vast numbers of humans cling obstinately to the official narrative in a manner more associated with followers of fundamentalist religions remains a source of puzzlement or near disbelief to a smaller yet significant group of people. A little pause for reflection reveals that the 'measures' are ludicrous, the statistics provide next-to zero evidence for the 'unprecedented plandemic story', and the entities pushing the agenda are demonstrably nasty, and not to be trusted at all.
It is reasonable to state that there is not a single human on the planet right now who knows precisely how things are going to pan out. There are those who have a good idea of the aim or aims, both the prime perpetrators and those properly awake to the horrors under way. But the exact outcome: how, when, where - nobody.
This uncertainty applies especially to the waxenes. The world is a guinea pig, let us not forget. Investigators are slowly finding out more about the contents of these potions, and it doesn't look very good. What is emerging seems to bear little resemblance to a fight against a viral infection.
Maybe it won't be too bad; maybe it will. Maybe it will be a slow-release process; maybe it will be more rapid and obvious than the instigators would like. I feel there's a point beyond which they don't know more than the guy selling tickets at the train station. Prophets of catastrophe are abroad, and some are experts in their field. However, as one person wisely commented, they have heard so many predictions over the past 18 months, there's no point in taking too much notice. Men and women of wisdom opt for that most uncomfortable place to sit, in the bardo of unknowing, of uncertainty. Warriors: watching, waiting, ready for any moment to act.
The Window Man Cometh
The window cleaner hadn't been seen for a while. He was well overdue. I had my suspicions.
My wife and I had both noticed his physical decline over the past two or three years. He had put on weight, laboured heavily up and down the ladder, and the bits of the windows which got cleaned were becoming smaller and smaller, as corners and top sections were left untouched by his once-trusty magic sponge. The lines on his face were becoming more pronounced by the month, his rather dissatisfied and rancorous personality revealing itself for all to see. He now demonstrated classic symptoms of what my wife calls 'dreaming of my pension syndrome'.
Monday morning, he turned up in the street. I watched as he got out of his car. It was not good. He tottered a bit, before steadying himself on the car bonnet. He looked bad. Very bad. I knew what it would be.
He managed to clean the windows, then called for his money. I looked at him; he looked at me. "Covid" he declared. "Covid. The whole family." Before I could express any sympathy for his state of clear unwellness he was off. "Those anti-vaxxers should catch it, and know what it's like. That'd teach them. It's not just a cold. No way." He continued: "The waxene doesn't stop you getting it, but you don't die."
He was in a very sorry state, and I felt for him. Kidney stones, as well, very painful and getting worse. He hauled the ladder onto his shoulders and prepared to go. "And I had the two shots" was his parting wide-and-crazy-eyed blast.
There is nothing special about this conversation-which-isn't-a-conversation. Millions like this will take place daily. I describe it purely to note how people's minds are completely jumbled. Their 'thinking' isn't really thinking at all. Let's take a brief look at his diatribe. The 'anti-vaxxers' have nothing to do with his illness. Nobody is pretending that 'covid', whatever it may be, is a cold. Nobody denies that people sometimes get very ill, and continue to get horribly ill. He confirms this when stating that the waxene doesn't stop you getting the condition - if so, basic logic (which escapes most people) determines that there will be no difference between waxed and unwaxed when it comes to danger of being around them. Nevertheless, those 'anti-waxers' are deemed to be the destructive irresponsible ones. Similarly, were he thinking straight, he might reflect thus: 'I got through fifteen months of this plandemic in fair health. Then I had the shots. Then I got very ill. So maybe the shots are implicated in my illness.'
Sadly, such elementary reasoning activity seems out of the reach of, well, most people now. The very act of getting ill has become politicised. It is impossible to simply express sympathy towards somebody in a state of weakness and unwellness without being some kind of 'conspiracy theorist'.
A Peek Into the Pit
The opening skirmishes have been exchanged. We are now within the main meat of the war. The plan for the attempted 'transformation of human society', as David Icke politely puts it, is well under way. This manifests in many ways; for example, politicians are revealing themselves increasingly openly as soulless thugs, beginning to bully those who do not consent to filling their bodies with the experimental 'medicines' - or else. The Australians are among the worse, bringing blushes of shame to the ghosts of the criminals who first washed up there as the original European settlers. But they are not alone.
As noted on a Cosmic Agency video some time ago, the war is really between the Cabal on the one hand, and the awakened ones and starseeds on the other. The prize: the shape and future of the human soul. For the Cabal, the mass of humanity is merely canon fodder or collateral damage. Do not forget this, should you begin to feel complacent.
How long does a world war last? Four years? Six years? The United Nations has penned in the convid deception until 2025; they should know. However, things don't always go according to plan. Behind the juggernaut of propaganda and the bullying threats, I think that 'they' are in a hurry. Trying not to panic, as the holes in their fiction become ever larger and more transparent. You can almost smell the stink of their fear-induced sweat, as they try to get it done before they are found out by too many. Imagine waking up every morning, knowing that your day and your life depend on shoring up an ever more complex and ludicrous pack of hideous lies. What a twilight existence.
The entire convid fraud has been accompanied by a high strangeness throughout; a weirdness which surpasses the more surface strangeness of mask wearing, social distancing, domestic confinement, and the rest. Only recently a friend wrote to me: "Things are getting really strange now." She wasn't referring to Emmanuel Macron's hairstyle.
Those who are 'highly sensitive' and somewhat psychic have picked this up from the outset. An awful lot is going on just behind the curtain, just beyond the easy reach of our limited faculties. Sometimes referred to as the astral realm, it is a location of a multiplicity of entities both benevolent and harmful. The barrier between typical 3D human experience and that of lower 4D, astral, is leaking like nothing, and has become wafer thin. The war is taking place in the astral, and at the point of bleed-through between densities, as much as anywhere else. In other words, it is not a war being fought entirely by 'normal' humans.
Something's up, for sure. People recognise this, but can't put their finger on it; there's something they haven't grasped. Take Reiner Fuellmich, for example, a man of outstanding intelligence, heart, and integrity. In more recent videos of his that I have watched, beneath his confident persona I detect an air of puzzlement. It's partly from realising the degree to which the legal system has been hijacked by the Cabal, but not only that. He's trying to work something out; something he hasn't quite got yet. Something's up....
Similarly with some of the scientists and medics studying the waxenes under a microscope. Some of the contents can be identified readily enough, but again bemusement is write large across their faces at some of the stuff they are finding. What's that? What's that doing there? Maybe they don't recognise it because it's beyond their current state of knowledge. Maybe because the technology isn't human at all.
Without cognisance of the possible role of non-human forces and entities, beyond a certain point the convid story remains a mystery. I mean, why would they do all this? Humans, even if of a psychopathic disposition - why? Why dedicate their entire lives to perpetuating damage, suffering, destruction, on an ever-increasing scale? A programme that has been going on for centuries, if not milennia. There's nothing in it for them personally at all. It makes sense only if we consider the possibility that even the human cabal is at the service of, under the control of, something else.
Right on cue, David Icke's most recent weekly dot-connector is devoted to this topic precisely. He answers in clear and simple terms many of the questions the incredulous will have on this 'topic of topics'. For example, why can't we see these reptilians and others if they are really there? It's obvious once explained. Well worth watching.
We shall return to the focal subject of the non-humans in a near-future post. In the meantime: keep your eyes and ears peeled....
Images: Luis Royo
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