I can manipulate reality, out belly flop six manatees, and still they just call it insanity instead of asking, “How did he?” Go beat a bush & drown a tree, MAN! See the oil & the chemically induced soil; eating GMO’s at Burger King won’t really make you royal. When I close my physical eyes, the cold steel jail bars fade away, along with their lies. Keep your mind on the prize, the food truck lorries speed to feed the supply, but just like alcohol, they use stickers to disguise what they truly hold inside. Who resides within your tribe? If communication & unity holds tight your whole community, then praise the mirrors for all their luck and never ask for “Who is he?”
I take more tokes from Hocus Pocus & am faster than a four door Ford Focus.
Backdoor baptism was infact a tactic at spreading pure Satanism, cramped between red light hostels & canals stacked with rape victims. This city blends a twisted Russian circus; revolving neon signposts knitting men suppressing purpose. But puppies don’t pose playful forever, backwards boundaries tend to tether together, we may have more in common than you’ll ever remember. I mean…I was there at your conception, taunting your mother to “get fucked” without protection. No blood this month, just a quarantined human invention. Conclusions come quicker with a friend like you, birth canals smell like flowers, with texture soft as glue. Now you age thru your maze, toking girls thru the haze; spreading seeds as wildfires, igniting flames in the cave. He’s not God, he’s barely brave, hire a coloured clown cast to fill the blackened rent-a-stage. It’s much more soothing to have someone to confide in, than to be hiding within the passions that run around your mind’s rim. Tell me when your ever-rusting penny drops, & your spatial observation of our universal nation pulls the handbrake to a heavy stop. I mean…pull the plug out before the dishes rot, & never act like you’re finally getting what you always got.
I just saw a bald man giving hope to sinners, thru pixelated angles made of smoke & mirrors. One of those tiny dots could be you in a future year, but first let’s stand back & see the global spectrum here, instead of apathetically geared & sat chilled with a beer, whilst secret handshakes & holocausts spread the worst kind of fears. Wake up to your wants, thoughts you had before you knew there were shops. Be entertained full of rage, till you fill up your grave, or manifest your own way on life’s infinite stage.
We are the ultimate infinite free energy device that we have been looking & waiting ever patiently for. We just need to twist the right buttons & hit the correct correlation of triggers to set us straight. There is a begging universal need for everybody to function reasonably within natural law & a peaceful global society. Once embracing what we collectively understand, we will all open our arms and continue to aid & guide each other for individual fulfilment.
The world is up in arms; there are angry & inwardly greedy people, there are also angry & evolutionary thinking people. These two subjects are on opposite ends of the scale, one has control, and the other has passion. In a truly vibrant world, there can be no rulers, no leaders over any human beings with equal rights on this earth in which we all share, this rock of green & blue. The boat of monetary fuelled consumption in a materialistically driven world is being rocked until it capsizes or someone puts his or her foot thru one of the wooden planks.
When you look in history books, you often forget we are still currently within history, and those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it. The human race doesn’t ‘officially’ understand the origins of it’s history, hence why we have been repeating ourselves continuously; spinning around & around in circles, around & around in revolutions. In a race that doesn’t understand it’s own functioning brain, or why we only use 2 strands of our potential 12 strand DNA (98-ish% considered junk DNA), with a seemingly unlimited amount of unanswered paranormal anomalies; whose it say what is next when global consciousness is clearer, and less murky and aggressive.
The sacred secret is the Christ, Mohammed, Vishnu, Angel Gabriel, Creator, Jehovah, Krishna, Rama, Jah, Nirankar, Obatala, Gaia………………….………..within. All religions, including the made-up wild fantasies of your own imagination (which are just as real) are merely halve-truths. The other half of the truth is your own interpretation, and then in turn, the self realisation of self meaning. We are all heading to Babylon on each life pathway, dragging down hell as we exit. The apple tree of knowledge is the inner voice you had as a child, the ever-questioning observer of situations & creations in this vision of our joint experience.
(Source: bluwmedia.co.uk)
The first time I’d stayed awake for more than 3 days; a college project that woke me up to the nature of our shared reality.
Be illuminated
My 12 year old perception of the education system
A den of free choice, all under one roof. Deals, samples, offers & shiny wrapped goods that could make magpies jealous. They’d peck the eyeballs from our sockets just to get inside the half dozen carrier bags we grasp to with sweaty fists. Those birds aren’t savaging at these products because they need them, but because they want them. But so are we. We fuel the world empire and the power to strike back is within our pockets & wallets. All we have to do is spend money on our needs, to make sure we fund healthy local establishments, or to somebody who is going to use it on something beneficial. Advertisement rules as the over-lord because it has taken over all efficient forms of mainstream expression & communication. Anyone with a worthwhile idea cannot get enough attention for any funding or glamorous promotion because the global consciousness is tuned into bad news. The tablecloth of reality has been pulled from beneath your mind, it has been switched with a colourful new one that you are charged to replace every 3 months with the top of the range newest corporate stock. Your personal and social choices are up to you to use & integrate with the rest of your world.
Friends, we have become lame faced and agitated, cross-eyed in confusion and tired of sleeping. We are watching Pacman & Pacwoman squabble & fight over the spring-cleaning, whilst unaware of access to the instant online connection that every human being has at their reach. We’re acting as if updates don’t exist. This is our fault, but don’t blame yourself, shift yourself. Humankind isn’t afraid of the dark, we have relished in it for so long so that we can pat ourselves on the back with temporary fixes. We are really afraid of the light, the blinding light of passion that we have been so sceptical over because we have forgotten the source of life & it’s inner workings. With our aching minds we cannot fathom what pure peace could be, and we have continuously put obstacles in our way.
When we discovered the atomic bomb, we had to globally put our hands up to concede. We finally conquered the Earth & ourselves. Has this fear been lying on the back of our collective minds, knowing we our powerful enough to commit global suicide? Such a similar example can be said for the profound technology that came into our mortal hands in the early 20th century. So peacefully & physically groundbreaking to our supple consciousness feared we would not use it correctly, not until we grew up and matured enough as a species to be able to interact galactically within the infinite. Our primitive universal mind-state was not ready, so to make sure all the dirt stayed under the rug, we decided to manipulate the human mind to never urge enough outside of current comfort zones & factual knowledge.
There is no ‘UFO’, or aliens as we have been led to perceive & visualise, nor the spin off series of theories that have manifested since the World Wars. It is us, we are the technical anomaly, the monolith is inside and we can morph it like playdough. Mother Earth is cleansing and dusting herself off, but the control of our fearful consciousness spins this so we are certain that these ‘biblical events’ are our imminent doom. We are one race, one generation of evolutionary debauchery: ‘Excessive indulgence in sensual pleasures’. We’re out in the dirty street, just a few inches away from opening the door to reveal the grand tea party.
We know we came here for good, not just good intentions. If only we hadn’t been pushed around by our shared forgotten past of blossoming ideals, temporarily ground to a halt by a microscopic minority. We came to inspire the old ways to return to our natural flow towards peace in a shared existence.
In a whirlwind world of war, shopping deals & homeless students hoarding debt, it becomes hard to break the ice on random communication. Random to the Saturday shopper who is in the value-built society of smiling customer servants & talking boxes asking you to take a parking ticket. People don’t naturally feel the need to discuss anything that isn’t on their afternoon agenda. Equally you wouldn’t be overly inclined to open yourself up to someone leafleting, it’s purely advertisement, not necessary information like we offer.
Our information comes in the form of the personal reaction; it flows out smoothly smeared with slight embarrassment. Every person has self-truth, which we’ve (Fabrice Bardley) been documenting and reflecting back to the public virtually. This contains the self-teaching lesson-mirror, and a lesson for the other 99.99% of the local community to learn from. We also offer free hugs, full of free love & anxiety suppressing warmth. You don’t need to worry about ‘the future’ if you live and act on the ‘now’.
Every single open interview has been an eye opener for me. At times I’ve felt the urge to yell out in agreement, especially when the person begins to doubt their perfect words. There is a universal sense to certain situations, especially when attempting to answer ‘how do you express concerns & disagreements to the government, as it involves all our hard earned pay cheques. The realisation is that there is no effective way, so let’s all start from that agreement.
These Vox Pops are discovering the core of emotions in Worthing, and it becomes more evident everyday that this is the same for every town that exists. Each of us have to change our value list, putting ourselves as first priority, then removing the ego-mind when discovering what we need in life. This helps to clear the trashy thoughts that race thru the mind unconsciously, and we each begin to find greater purposes to the aid of the greater good; Humanity.
We are all the culmination of infinite potentiality that is translated through loud animalistic noises. We move around between social & professional, dancing to the assumed script of life. The current, vibrant moment is all that exists, time is man made and the future never comes, it’s here now. We try and make tomorrow look like today using all our routines. The future is the present. We wait up late at night gaspingly hopefully for the festivities of finally receiving the present, but we’ve had it all along.
We all have a home in our head, the original thoughts & ideas that know how to interact as a single community of personal utopian creation. Behind the general mind-chatter & mainstream standards of expectation, lays uncompromised truth.
We have all we could possibly need here, arrest the viral brutes that have had rule over the people’s choice & a stranglehold on the World mechanics of this mock version of a peaceful economy. Think for yourself, by yourself & let’s get going.
I snuck into a shabby, cheap looking version of the central room of the Deathstar. Outside this room were open hallways surrounded by open fields. I saw a smaller version of the UFO I’d seen a few months ago (in a conscious dream experience where a ‘typical’ UFO craft, about 60ft wide, flew overhead illuminating with crystal clarity) The object glided smoothly into this Deathstar room & I eagerly gave it my full attention for concerns that I may lose sight of it if I didn’t stare. I had a video camera; I knew I had to film it. As it landed, about 20ft away, it morphed into a curved cuboid shaped ‘gunmetal black’ object of intense technology. I walked towards it and noticed a glow that was cleanly suspended around its circumference. I could sense the energy, and instinctively knew it could be harnessed by human connection. It felt like a ‘touch screen’ device. I placed my palms on the post-UFO mechanism & felt a sudden rush of soothing pure pulsating energy that ran throughout my body. The entire device lit up a bright white-blue. It was overwhelming, but the overwhelming feeling was the thought of being caught; no time for contemplating this ultra-tech equipment, because whose was this? It flew in on it’s own accord but surely somebody made or owns this great potential? The worry swept over within the space of the 2 or 3 seconds that I ‘used’, or came into ‘contact’ with the object. I felt like an alien on private property. Walking out of the room casually but full of anx, I hold my camera bag closely as I make it outside & begin to move at faster pace. I reach a few familiar friendly faces, but as I am still on private land a stumbly scrawny security guard grabs me; I never really see his nervous face. I attempt to act unaware of any present problem at hand, but there is no exit route without a standard official bag search. It feels like the time I was called out of class in high school, as sources detected that I’d been filming my friends and I pin down younger kids to colour their faces in. I showed the teacher the camera, fast-forwarding past the ‘incriminating’ footage; I then waited until she got bored of watching skateboarding. As the security guard took possession of the camera, I knew I could never prove what had happened, what I had witnessed and experienced. We watched the footage back, with no one else present to exclaim utter joy at the discovery. As we viewed the recording, it felt as if my conscious view of the screen turned into that of a CCTV camera.
There are many names under which the majority of us fall: Community, Collective workforce, Civilians/Citizens, Un/fortunate individuals, & the most hilarious nametag, Working-class: the social group consisting of people who are employed for wages. Like George Carlin said, the upper-class spend all of the money and pay none of the taxes, the middle-class pay all of the taxes and do all of the work, and the homeless are there just to scare the shit out of the middle-class. The structuring of ‘wealth’ for the ‘value’ it holds has been crumbling for hundreds of years, within the last 60 years the unlimited bundle of bandages has left humanity with a burning sensation of pain, guilt, worry, shame & suffering that we have no mainstream solution for. The ‘mainstream’ has an agenda, it’s no secret, the agenda is continuous profit & stimulus to keep this ancient mummified version of the planet from treating it’s own wounds. Uprisings & revolutions have been the natural guidance system for human evolution; if you’re going to ‘lead’ the people then you’ll need to have big enough ears (and heart) to cater for everybody’s needs. The majority of governments are tied up and stashed in the boot of the limousine of global control, powerless and mindless enough to follow the status quo that has been faxed thru daily, from the elitist veiled sketchpad of 10,000BC. The future therefore, is equally as much out of our hands as much as it souly depends on us, and our thought patterns of the vast alternatives of true value within ‘daily life’. Manifest the functioning of life by the passionate spirit of what gives you the overwhelming joy of expression. Spreading joy, love, awareness & the essence you carry when living the life of a free human being (regardless of the normal factors we’ve been used to for a lifetime, they hold our global system and will fade, so in the meantime concentrate on unique creation) and you will attract to your life what you need.
Thou shalt not: Expect, assume, and place judgments from predetermined life lessons. Everything in life is merely a lesson, and we teach and are taught these. Religions are meaningless for political war, or fear mongering fresh-faced children to look & listen; you cannot live happily through beliefs of translations from the past. With this stated, everything we’ve known since birth has been a belief or theory at some point in human history, and we are often faced with skeptism when we attempt to input our own knowledge to the lesson at hand. It’s as if every little lecture we have held as a comfortable truth is now falling apart due to the rise in extra possibilities. The older generations of generic regurgitated rulebooks are yelling at the youth “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it! And don’t question me again”. Manipulation of information has turned us against each other, we take culture and race into account like these worn out rulebooks really mean something. The addiction is from the high of pumping in more debt, imprisoning more humans & controlling ‘them’ with more laws by taking more personal power from the individuals. The addict knows better, but has no replacement of satisfaction and continues looking up to the same powers that keep penetrating the bulging neck veins of Earth, just for another dose of prolonged armageddon of what we exist in. The corruption gains mass as you look higher up the pyramid, far above the shoplifting crimes that cover our eyelids as we go about the working day. If you cross the street to avoid media, shut off the news on radio & TV (and the portable phonograph people that repeat these articles like broken records), you’ll walk right into a bus advertisement that holds certain advice on how to improve your life (this ‘advice’ is made to seem more necessary than the previous version). Mathematics taught me one thing in school; it is impossible to avoid the pitfalls of inflation & years of currency laundering through as many banking buddies as you please. The gold standard is in the history books boys & girls; the trees of this Earth are worth quadruple the paper faith money we print them into.
The bullied become the bullies, but with first hand experience from each side. I learnt this at school too, from observations on what the kids who kept their heads down & the kids who’d raise a fist at teacher did after graduating. They both did well, and they are now both as bored as each other. The academic is now a few further footholds up the life ladder of financial success, and the rebel is mastering a trade or two. The rebels are the ones holding this ruined life together. Rebels build, repair & maintain the fixtures of the system, whilst continuing to keep their nose out of the academics of life. The academics, just as in school, continue to impress potential bosses with how much money & information they can hoard, within a certain enterprise of constant expectation. The winner is who can organize the current regime the fastest and most efficiently, who has the quickest economic reaction speeds. These two broadly-spectrumed characters are the cogs & the cog turners, who wish nothing more than clocking in and making sure they keep turning; for everyone’s benefit & ‘safety’. Once these people open themselves to the vast corruption & slight of hand, along with the suppression of vital life transforming information, they will be able to unite with the rest of the forward-thinking community to speed up the human evolution. The Millennium was a media pipe dream hype fest. Let us all truly welcome in the digital technological age with compassionate excitement for building up from the ground, within & outwards. As above, so below.
1000 tonnes of potatoes. 10,000 portions for 10,00 hungry vulture kids on the verge of being a light snack for worms. These potato fields were a summer vacation for the brave, the poor & the pre-student types. 10 hours a day on the back of a tractor, perched under a canapé and in front of a conveyor belt churning the goodness from the ground. Mostly potatoes & mud, the odd lost item of dog walkers. I was told that a mouse had made it through the grinding cogs of the harvesting equipment and landed right in the hands of one of the kids. Farmer Al, rock & roll, he was exactly the guy you needed when being around slushy rotten potatoes all day. An original Western Aussie with a racist, sexist, ‘fuck em all’ cheery outlook on life; he’d had future farming dreams but already had his life paid off for him, at a price hard to turn down. When he’d told ‘boss ogg’ he’d be moving back home forever to play out an enriched life in the outback, the balding, sweaty, take no opinion & always do it wrong first if I say so, stuffed Al’s mouth full of numbers. Transporting the potatoes back to the storage barn took almost as long as harvesting a single trailer. One of us would have to rally drive the ‘case’ or ‘mc-shit’ tractor back across to the farm, across Kingston gorge and Ferring crossing to the finish line beyond a roundabout. These journeys gave the rest of us a half hour break to toil in the mud under the summer sun; where we could pick berries, sharpen pointed spears or eat insects to survive. The cloud cover was shifting and I’d already discovered that most Fridays & Sunday’s were chemical dropping day in this part of town; whether for the ground or air, or the ants that those pilots can see from such great heights. I’d only first noticed the trails in the sky here when Al had mentioned a ‘chemical taste’ in the area, but with no one around except semi-rich retired service men chain-sawing their trees down for kicks, the real culprits were over the English Chanel. Farmer Al knew all about chemicals, as each crop & each single vegetable here is covered in half a dozen varieties. Even chemicals that are illegal in the USA, and other chemicals that the spray companies advise against using. There is no cleansing outdoors and the Pick Your Own food is drowned in dangerous combinations of molecules & not given the correct spacing between spray to eaten, and all the joyful faced generation of the future who skip the cleansing part of the fruits and strawberries, are risking more than their parents would ever bare to admit.
I was cutting cabbages into dozens of crates last Friday morning where I’d been watching the planes criss-cross the skies from 7am right thru till after midday. The refreshing morning sun of an early spring was having trouble shining through the fog & mist that lasted all day until the weather was cloudy enough to be labelled a dull day. I asked Farmer Julie if she had any knowledge on what was being sprayed in the environment on a weekly basis, but she said she ‘knew there was a myth on controlling global warming…but that doesn’t exist, the plane trails just haven’t dispersed because there isn’t much wind today’. Contrails are what your average plane will leave in its tracks, these stay quite narrow and disperse & fade within minutes. ‘Chem trails’ hang in the sky for up to an hour, they usually cross one another; they spread thicker than regular contrails and create a fog, or denser cloud cover in the area. Once you familiarise yourself with what planes normally leave in the sky, these trails become incredibly obvious; I’d just love to know where I could ask what I’m breathing in & what our land is soaking up.
Next to the bat cave now they are erecting a stonking great Asda SUPER market. It is shameful to humanities’ ignorance that even the ‘fresh farm food’ is equally as tampered with as horrible GMO foods from big pocketed super market owners that destroy the land till it’s deemed unliveable. Asda’s plans to dump ‘second rate’ sewage into the Rife is pre-caveman thinking, destroying the environment with something that we do not need. Luckily for Ferring Conservation Group, kitesurfer Lewis Crathern (the dude who jumped Worthing/Brighton piers), a Worthing High School student named Eden & a handful of loud Occupy Worthing voices, the sewage plans have been dumped and they will have to build their own facilities. When the people hold their own ground for the benefit of the entire town, our strengths will build with numbers. We all own the same land overall.
