The Mourne Man

 

I am truly blessed to live in the Kingdom of Mourne, to me the most beautiful place in the world. In my youth I walked the hills and climbed the rocks. Now in middle age I mostly admire the views and I realise that today this magical place speaks to me in different ways. I can only hear the voice in silence. Yes, God was showing off when he made this place.

Another dimension of awareness has emerged in recent years. All people of this area are uniquely gifted and there is enormous capability waiting to blossom. A particular case has emerged to challenge established practice with potentially huge impact for Irish families. It feels like an entire way of life has come under attack with a cleaned up version set to emerge for the benefit of all.

There comes a time when everyone recognises that their health is their personal responsibility and we set about the ‘detox’ process to establish a clean slate from which to rebuild. In the same way that the benefits of Ivermectin and Hydroxychloroquine were suppressed during the hyped up scare over covid-19, we have been conditioned to believe that only highly trained professionals can undertake research into legal matters. But it turns out that corruption has invaded all aspects of  public life and that, with proper guidance and resolve, even the most complex and intractable issues can be resolved by men and women of clean heart.

Many years ago I studied methods of electronic camouflage so that communications could be kept secret and that there appeared to be no linkage between events. It was a perfect metaphor for what’s been going on over the last five years. Now it is clear to many that we have been manipulated and coerced into behaviour that undermines our health. Once fraud becomes obvious the instigators and bullies become defensive or aggressive. Eventually the evidence becomes so damning that they can only stay out of prison by writing huge cheques in settlement. For ‘puppeticians’ who have done the bidding of their globalist masters rather than their electorate, no amount of money can compensate for lives lost and severe illnesses inflicted. Instead they may be allowed a one-way ticket out of the country.

It is enormously satisfying to see that many men of Mourne are at the forefront of the ‘change of guard’ events that will usher in a new way of life. Others know what needs to be done to restore our health and independence. There is much to do  and we must make every day count. Let’s start each day in silence so that we can hear the voice giving direction to our efforts.

Off to the Races

Has the whole world gone nuts or is it just me? Over the last couple of years many people I considered well balanced have told me I’ve lost it and seem embarrassed to be seen with me – Paul’s a sandwich sort of a picnic, walk the other way. Being thought of as mildly eccentric was an entertaining part of the brand; crazy but innocent enough and harmless – perhaps even a tad naïve?

Then along comes 2020 and now I’m definitely the odd one out. No, I don’t want to wear a mask. No, I don’t feel the need to stand 2M away from everyone else. No, contact tracing is simply nonsense and NO, I definitely don’t need to take a vaxxine. “If your vaxxine works then I don’t need one. If your vaxxine doesn’t work then I definitely don’t need one.” Take your pick, it’s not happening.

Suddenly I’m persona non-grata – a looper, an oddball, but beneath the surface, the worm has turned. I look with concern at my friends, wondering how so many have been misled. I see the triumph of fear over common sense and feel some admiration for the success of this carefully orchestrated psyop. As evidence emerges that nothing about the covid jab was ever ‘safe and effective’ it baffles me that even the state collated data, from MHRA, or VAERS overseas, are being ignored. Control of the narrative has been so comprehensive that folk are convinced it’s still OK, even desirable, to roll up their sleeve for another booster. Mark Twain told us – ‘It’s easier to fool someone than to tell them they’ve been fooled.’ So in the majority of cases people will never admit they were wrong. Every future decision is to reinforce, rather than re-examine, the last.

I’ve tried, and always will, to protect my fellow man but I’m very much aware that it’s time to find my own tribe and prepare to walk a different path. My work was office based. I have no farming experience, nor did I ever consider how natural health treatments might be superior to the latest blockbuster drug from big pharma. Now in retirement I’m busier than ever, meeting new friends and learning new skills. Growing potatoes is not one of them; indeed I might be the only Irishman to fail this entry level test. But the slugs in my garden have really enjoyed my cabbages. Perhaps next year they’ll leave some for me?  Our true needs are quite basic – food, shelter, love and hope, so although I might go hungry, for the moment I’m dry and have a smile on my face.

I’m past caring whether folk think I’m off to the races or two pence short of a shilling. The times in which we live are too dangerous to not weigh up the evidence and speak one’s mind.  Yes, it’s important to be open to new data and it’s also time to be guided by truth no matter how far it drifts from the official narrative. Throughout history every decent detective has been a conspiracy theorist. A crime’s committed and something doesn’t smell right so detectives search for evidence until bad guys can be prosecuted. That’s their job. So I’m learning to wear the ‘conspiracy theorist’ label as a badge of honour. It’s not acceptable to be told what to think. That’s a responsibility I can abdicate to no one.