Love and Truth

 

Nowadays I often find myself launching into a blogpiece with no idea where it’s going. This is such an exercise. The title came when I listened to an interview between the journalist Chris Hedges and the ex Pink Floyd frontman Roger Waters. Chris is the original ‘son of a preacher man’ and Roger a self-confessed atheist. But from a concern for mankind and basic decency, both condemn the genocide in Gaza in the strongest terms; and so do I.

Over the last few years world events have moved so quickly that it’s become difficult to know what to believe. Now in WWIII the rules, if ever war had any, have changed. The opening salvos are psychological and the planners are propagandists. The pace of change has been deliberately increased so that the average wo/man eventually gives up trying to understand events. Gradually we accept the narrative we are guided to for fear of being branded a conspiracy theorist. And so the war fights itself; families and whole communities are turned against each other.

Sadly this war, just like every other, will have its victims but this time the enemy is hidden. Conflict is continuous, fuelled by greed. We voted the ‘puppeticians’ into place and are required to believe that they’re in charge –  that they have our best interests at heart. The real enemy pulling the strings are bankers. Thus was it always so. General Smedley Butler, of the US Marine Corp, made his ‘War is a Racket’ speech over 100 years ago. He told us ‘The flag follows the money and the men follow the flag’. Butler was a highly decorated soldier and very popular among his troops. Wall Street hated him for exposing their involvement and tried hard to shut him up.

So our enemies are our own governments, backed by financiers.  Most people are unaware that we have already been hit by a mandated bioweapon; not by Orwell’s power blocks of Oceania, Eurasia and Eastasia but by Washington, London, and all countries of the Rockefeller funded United Nations. But this bioweapon is not just yesterday’s story. It is responsible for an ongoing attack on our immune system ushering in death by multiple methods. It’s clever because, apart from those prominent public figures who collapsed on camera, other deaths will not be associated with the quackzines. By the time folk join the dots they’ll be dead.

With the frenetic pace of change deliberately intended to unbalance us it is necessary to have an easy guide to help us discern the truth. For me it’s simply – If it’s pro life it’s good. If it leads to death it’s bad. It seems that Hedges and Waters have a similar focus; both concern themselves with love and truth. Because of that their podcast will be unpopular – a bright light stings the eyes! It is my (long term) hope that I’ll get to meet Smedley Butler and other decent guys from across the ages. I suspect also that, despite his avowed atheism, I’ll also meet Roger Waters.

Spontaneous Order

 This title has nothing to do with my ironing basket. I can’t even think of a polar opposite that would be more appropriate but I do believe in the spontaneous order phenomenon. To me the core idea is that, left to ourselves, men and women are naturally harmonious and respectful. It describes the state in which we use our talents in service to the whole and thrive. Sadly such altruistic behaviour is a threat to those who depend on an artificial ‘divide and conquer’ mentality. It is so deeply ingrained in us that we consider it the norm and protest against the result rather than those shadowy figures pulling the strings.

There seems to be no area of our lives that is not subjected to an ‘us and them’ confrontation of ideas. In the last five years the situation has got worse to the point that ‘toxic masculinity’ is now used to emasculate nature and replace it with a pink or multicoloured politically correct alternative. Or that we are told that we must open our doors to the dispossessed from around the world and even entice them here with promises of milk and honey. It’s as though if enough liver cells turn up in the kidney they can pretend to be kidney cells. If we don’t nip off that idea ‘quicksmart’ we’ll soon end up very sick indeed.

So it is now reported that Ireland has 24% of its population born overseas. At the height of its growth, the USA – the ‘melting pot of the world’, had 17% of its people born abroad. This has not happened by accident. Our culture is under attack from those we trusted to defend us. It’s hard to understand how they have been so compromised that they are willing to sacrifice the future of their offspring and lie to themselves that diversity is the Holy Grail of aspirations. Grey is the new green.

I have been blessed to visit many countries of the world and to marvel at their cultures, food, geography and languages. I was always pleased to blend in and assimilate as much as possible. Today however, it is common for people who have never travelled to adopt an apologist approach for atrocities committed long ago and far away. That such events happened, such as the massacre at Amritsar, or even of Bloody Sunday in Derry, is truly sickening but cannot be undone by any amount of hand-wringing apologies. What is important is that we collectively learn from past mistakes and have the courage to confront wrongdoing in the present. Top and centre of these issues is the genocide in Gaza. Other issues abound such as attacks on religious affiliation, men ‘competing’ in women’s sports and the massive influx of foreign nationals into Western countries. We ought to be able to oppose such atrocities without being branded anti-semitic, homophobic or xenophobic.

Spontaneous Order is the natural outcome of self-respect and harmony among the peoples of the world. It seeks the highest expression of goodwill and the time-honoured desire to leave the world a better place for future generations. In so far as it applauds the sovereignty of every man and woman, it is threatening to those who have become accustomed to ‘calling the shots’.

The green shoots of freedom are now overwhelming the forces of tyranny that have sought domination and control for hundreds of years. Family members have become estranged, institutions unravelled and communities divided as the so-called ‘elites’ attempt to shore up and bolster their control of everyone and everything. But as time passes their attempts appear more and more desperate as men and women awaken to the reality of their freedom and plot a course for world peace. It’s now much more than a prepared answer in a beauty pageant. World Peace is the true destination of mankind; the logical result of Spontaneous Order.

Energy Budget

Who has not smiled at the sight of lambs jumping with sheer delight with the joy of being alive? Is there anyone over 50 years who wouldn’t love to have a bit more of that energy themselves? Energy  is the stuff of life. It governs growth and healing and is made in the cells of every organ of the body. Why then are we expected to feel guilty at wanting to use it? Why has the notion of Global Warming got us so terrified that we expect to have energy meted out? Was it not freely given to us? It’s a triumph of this monstrous deception that we are now so conditioned that we would build our own 15 minute prison towns in the name of sustainable development.

We have always had bully-boys coercing innocents to give up their property and we had Peace Constables to protect us from them. Unfortunately we have allowed Policy Enforcement Officers to usurp these duties and effectively weigh in with the bully-boys. Instead of protecting men and women our police ‘service’ now protects the interests of the state. Life now feels so stiflingly regulated that our communities are collapsing. Local businesses, a barometer of energy and entrepreneurial spirit, are being so heavily taxed that our High Streets are disappearing. Parasitic energy vampires suck the energy from society until eventually the host dies.  

On-line shopping, intended to replace human contact, serves to further isolate us. I’m all in favour of competition but disruptive models should be sufficiently robust that they can withstand removal of artificial supports. What if the demands of energy conservation stop internet access or even require power blackouts? What if men and women, choosing to live in peace, are denied access to commercial life on account of their not being conned into accepting Digital IDs? Superficially we can say that the death of our way of life is an inevitable price of progress. But what if the energy budget was carefully calculated to gradually choke us? My Mum and Dad ran a shop. Yes, they made a living from it but more importantly their reward was to see the smile on people’s faces when they found an open door to shelter from the rain. Human contact energised them.

Never has the action of international bully-boys been so obvious. ‘You have energy supplies that we want so we’ll have them. Are you prepared to die to keep them?’ Or another twist – ‘You’re not allowed to develop your own energy as it might interfere with our plans to dominate your lives. Surrender to our demands or we’ll wag the big dog and get you blown to smithereens’.

From macro to micro environments our ability to generate energy determines our quality of life. It has always been said ‘You are what you eat’ and we’re growing accustomed to awareness of our microbiome and the nutritional requirements of our major organs. A healthy individual will achieve a balance across the energy needs of the whole body.  The subconscious mind, like a personal civil service, will keep the heart beating, the lungs breathing etc, asking only to be supplied with the wherewithal to perform its duties. In the healthy body of today ‘You are what you think’ as well. It requires a lifelong exploration of consciousness to make us aware of the drivers of our behaviour. Many times our ‘limiting beliefs’ will keep us tethered to behaviour patterns which no longer serve us.  Instead of consciously choosing how to generate and use our energies, we allow ourselves to be wagged by greedy parasites in the microbiome, fully integrated with our executive / conscious controlling minds, and, surprise-surprise, we end up eating the tasty poisons instead.

So who’s in control of our energy budget, the conscious man/woman or the parasites of the microbiome? Is society fed with just enough ‘benefits’ that we tolerate the parasites choking us? If we don’t take control of our energy budget we’ll cede control to others and risk energy blackouts – or a Great Reset of our way of life.

Feeding Station

 An old Native American story tells of a young boy who wakes from a scary dream and runs crying to his grandfather. ‘Grandpa, in my dream there was a black wolf fighting with a white wolf. Which one will win?’. Grandpa soothes the child and says – ‘The one you feed’.

Down the road from where I live is a dog, who for years has barked at me when approaching the house on the footpath. Many times I was startled and almost fell over. The neighbours explained that their dog was rescued from a pound and that he had been abused by his previous owner. Over the years the dog has become less scary – especially after a haircut which halves his size. Four months ago the old dog was joined by a Rottweiler pup of about three weeks and the owner told me her name. Every time I would pass the house I would call to the pup who came running to greet me with licks while jumping excitedly at the gate. The pup has now grown into a fearsome animal but she still greets me with love when I stop to say hello. All cultures respond to friendship cultivated over many years. Animals have pure souls devoid of treachery.

Our society has always been calm, respectful and supportive. Even during ‘The Troubles’ common Irish folk shared a cohesive spirit and would look out for one another. That’s changing and sadly it’s by design. Where once we always greeted fellow travellers with a remark about the weather, a joke or even a nod of the head – anything to acknowledge their existence; young people nowadays are most often found with their faces buried in a mobile phone, oblivious to the world around them.

This inevitably leads to a fragmentation as the population becomes hooked on social media gossip, ‘Likes’ and Tik Tok videos. Heaven protect us from dancing medics! Just as our food has become deficient in nutrients and our immune systems weakened, social discourse has become deficient  and our cohesion weakened. We have become more insular. Next introduce new stressors, like a gene altering bioweapon, many new mouths to feed, preferential treatment of foreigners, gradual poisoning of our water supplies, disrupted growing seasons, disrupted supply chains and carefully crafted propaganda telling us what to think and who to blame. ‘Othering’ is becoming a national sport.

So it’s now clear that regular folk are under attack – spiritually, mentally and physically. There are obvious culprits and figures to loathe but while there’s no ‘kinetic element’ in the British Isles most people are happy to continue drinking the Koolaid – taking the next booster jab for a non-existent virus.

Circumstances are set for rapid change. In a few short months we could experience a massive rise in cost of food due to a very dry spring, a new ‘pandemic’ and a freshly empowered WHO dictating responses such as digital IDs, facemasks and restricted travel. It’s as though ‘covid-1’ was just an experiment to see how easily people would comply to the ridiculous.

A clear and present danger is the prevention of access to food and groceries for those unwilling to enter the cage willingly. What a shame that the cultural jewel of Ireland is being destroyed in a training ground adaptation for global psychopaths. Our national psyche remembers the famine of the 1840s and the treachery of those who made it happen. But the strongest longing of mankind is for peace and Ireland will make a heroic comeback. If we are facing feeding stations again in the 21^st century may they be sources of good nutrition, brilliant new technologies, intergenerational love and the best of craic!

My Vampire Bad

 

Folklore has developed fairy tales that on closer inspection provide strong warnings for people of all ages from the Grimm brother’s ‘Hansel and Gretel’ to ‘The Pied Piper of Hamelin’. It seems that now, in 2025, all of these tales are relevant at once. The Friday night Hammer Horror fest seemed innocent enough in that the movies provided courting couples opportunity to ‘support’ each other. When the Dracula myth got retold as ‘Bram Stoker’s Dracula’, it was intended to return to the original intention of the Irish author. But it is only now that the penny has dropped for me at the psychological interpretation of this truly chilling story.

A central property of a Vampire is that they do not create a reflection in the mirror. This is the idea that the reflection is a psychological construction and that evil cannot be seen. An individual is unaware of the evil that has captured him. In that sense it is a story of everyman.

Another chilling memory of that movie is when the vampire figure cuts his own tongue with a cut-throat razor in order to savour the taste of blood. He smiles to convey his satisfaction and perhaps he is also aware that his now forked tongue allows him to deceive like the serpent of old.

Vampire movies invariably tell of the seduction of a beautiful maiden and the attempts of an ardent young suitor to save her from the dirty old man. The vampire’s desire is to add to his harem of lost souls that over eternity retain the appearance of eternal youth. Over time they become totally captured by evil such that they know no other way of life. Indeed, they know only death. They have so resisted the inevitable wrinkles of age that they have sold their soul for the empty promises that usually belong to Nivea potions. They refuse to grow up.

So how does this apply to me? No, I’m not about to confess that I’m a dirty old man; I refuse to see that possibility in the mirror. Nor am I about to slice into my own tongue that I can more easily lie and deceive to grow a harem of conquests. I have enough of a challenge to live my life fully in the present moment and to bring out the best in others. I cannot however deny that like every other man with a pulse I am attracted to beautiful women and the attraction may persist until my coffin lid is nailed down.

So, since temptation is as natural as life itself, let me be first to step into the sunshine. It has always been both an essential component of physical recovery and the purest means of disinfecting against evil; light overcomes darkness. It will help me to be as transparent as possible ‘this side of the sod’. But to put the mind of any beauty to rest, I will not be going to bed with a string of garlic cloves around my neck.

A Dogs Dinner

 

My Dad was no cook. On those occasions when my Mum was away he would make our dinner – starters of Campbells Cream of Mushroom Soup, main course of beans on toast and a Milky Bar for dessert. Looking back, tasks in our house were divided along very sexist lines, which would be frowned on today. Waiting for Mum to come home was like counting big sleeps to Christmas.

During ‘The Troubles’ Dad bought a boxer pup he called Tuzo. It was lost on us that Tuzo was the name of the British Army General in charge of security in Northern Ireland at the time. Tuzo also hated that Mum was away. When our wasted soup found its way into Tuzo’s bowl he too lost his appetite. We were blamed for showing him a bad example. When he was big enough he got treated to ‘Juicy Meaty Chunks’ and for a while he gobbled up all he could see. But even animals appreciate a balanced diet and before long his Juicy Meaty Chunks got left too.

In the 70s my siblings started committing matrimony and before long it was my turn. I relished my new diet of Juicy Meaty Chunks but soon enough I struggled to clean my bowl and it got taken away. I went hungry. I blame Tuzo for showing me a bad example.

Now in 2025 the world is still largely ignorant of the importance of nutrition and we’re bombarded with an array of challenging issues that defy resolution – from Washington to the Ukraine, from Gaza to Yemen etc. The diet is certainly varied but as a species we’re struggling to clean our bowl.  It’s as though our choices are now too varied. We’re treated to wars, poisoned food, water and air, famine, pharma, transgender mutations, uncontrolled immigration, net-zero nonsense with their useless windmills and solar panels and all budgetary controls out the window.

Running this circus we have a range of superheroes and elites (villains), who play musical chairs to distract us from their agenda of destruction. Pied Piper figures have us marching to unholy drums, believing that they can master the art of the deal or bomb the baddies into submission. It’s ‘Ordo Ab Chao’ and we’re not supposed to notice. For years we’ve been building our own cage as we usher in a Technocratic future dominated by AI. Perhaps we can create a computer clever enough to solve our problems? That implies that God’s design wasn’t good enough, which is bollocks of course.

So what’s to be done? A good first step would be to find stillness. When you want out of a hole you don’t dig it any deeper.  Constant frenetic activity is the way of the world but it’s a huge distraction from the present moment. Let’s do the sensible thing and pause while we weigh up the merits of Campbells Mushroom Soup Vs Juicy Meaty Chunks. Perhaps Dad wasn’t such a bad cook after all.