The Inheritance of Paedophilia

I keep on hearing more and more first hand stories of child abuse, in particular sexual abuse. I wonder if it is far more common than anyone is prepared to admit. Many child victims do not regain their memory of it until they are in their thirties, forties or even later. Some never regain it. Some never speak of it, even if they can recall it. Some commit suicide, or have a nervous breakdown, when the memory finally bubbles up to the surface.

Where did child abuse originate from ? And how come it is so prevalent ?

It is handed down the generations. It seems to be a truth that all paedophiles have been sexually abused, although the reverse is not true, because many of those abused as children do not continue the line of abuse.

Thus all, or nearly all, paedophiles have inherited their behaviour through what was done to them.

I am going to suggest that once upon a time, paedophilia was normal and acceptable within our culture. Not only that, it was once the morally right thing to do. It is only recently that it has become unacceptable, and therefore it has now been driven underground, behind the scenes, taboo.

Nowadays we have a different collection of normal and acceptable things. They are all deemed GOOD FOR YOU. Like cutting the umbilical at birth (see Soular Plexus), getting your child vaccinated by a little prick, sending your child to school to be indoctrinated by the State, signing your baby over to the State at birth, circumcision in Western countries, female genital mutilation in African countries, sex education for 9 year olds in schools. Smacking and caning children is still widely believed to be good for them, and there are calls in England for schools to bring back the cane.

All these things that are good for your baby or child, are part of the “being a good parent” programme. You are doing your duty as a good parent by doing all these things. Otherwise you are a bad parent, like I am, negligent, neglecting your duty.

All these things make the child more controllable and submissive by the State or the tribe or the head of household. they turn a wild child into a good obedient child. In the same way, a wife is more controllable and better behaved if she is regularly beaten or raped into submission.

So it seems to me that once upon a time, the duty of a good father was to rape his children. As it was also his duty to control his wife in the same way. Regularly, like a regular dose of medicine, you don’t want the effects wearing off. The raping of the child would be called sex education, to control the child, but also to prepare the child for the adult life of sex ahead of it. Raping children must have been deemed a worthy and noble and honourable thing to do at some point in history.

The most worthy and noble and honourable people in our culture are people like the Pope and the senior members of parliament and Judges, and the Royal Family. There seems to be a lot of paedophilia lurking in these most traditional and ancient hand-me-down inheritance lines.

Paedophile means a lover of children, so raping children was once equated to love. It reminds me of the government propaganda advert for the MMR vaccine back in the 90’s. If you did not get the vaccine for your child it was the equivalent of leaving your baby alone with a lion to be eaten. A good hard hitting advertisement showing exactly what it takes to do your honourable parental duty, love your child and get that prick in your baby. Otherwise you are so negligent that you would leave your baby to be eaten by a lion, not very loving is it ? Our whole society goes on a witch hunt against the bad parents who don’t love their children according to the programmed culture of the day. It is a challenge to stick to your truth and go against the culture.

Are paedophiles very confused ? On the one hand they have very heavy programming and conditioning of their mind that says this is good for the child. On the other hand they must be seriously disturbed in their spirit by what they are doing.

The parenting program is packed with phrases like “It’s good for you”, “Cruel to be kind”, “Love Hurts”, “No pain no gain”. It is preparing children for a lifetime of invasion in some form or another, and being a controlled slave.

I suspect the origin of this hand me down paedophilia is the Romans….

Roman history is extensively taught in schools in Britain over and over again, and through TV, newspapers, any medium they can invade us through. You never hear much about what it was like as a child or baby in Roman Times. Or even a woman. I suspect they have edited out that bit to comply with the current cultural taboo on sexual abuse of children. But it seems to me they are working on lifting that taboo and making it more normal and acceptable again. And even the morally right thing to do. (See Age of Consent).

Beating is still considered Good for kids. Beating and pain is often part of adult sex games. Not all child abuse is “sexual” on the face of it. But when a child is told to strip and bend over to be beaten, that smacks of sexual power and perversion to me.

I must confess at this point that I have smacked my children on occasions, despite having a belief that it is wrong to do so. It was a knee jerk reaction on each occasion. This is a carry on from my own upbringing where it was considered the right thing to do to a naughty child. My parents no doubt carried it on from their upbringing. When I was tired and at the end of my tether I reverted to the ways of my upbringing. I was filled with remorse and apologised.

So I am in this way like a paedophile, in the way I have carried on my inherited behaviour. I trust that I have diluted it so much at this generation that it will maybe not even pass on to the next generation at all. But you can see the general pattern.

Similarly, a paedophile or abuser may get addicted to the control and power he has, and pass on a worse inheritance than the one he or she received.

Nowadays, sex education for kids is through the internet, high street shops, school education programming, books, TV, videos, magazines. You can even watch live sex on Big Brother on prime time TV. Before long it will be considered a parental duty to sex educate your child, and the government will issue homework sex education packs to every parent.

Our culture is becoming more Romanised by the day.

It seems to me that the locked up box of childhood memories must be opened and is being opened. It is a Pandora’s Box, and it will unleash chaos and breakdown of our society. That is scary for most people. But surely the chaos that accompanies the truth is preferable to the order that allows continuing hand me down paedophilia ? I am glad that people feel able to talk to me about their childhoods, I think it helps open the Pandora’s Box of the world just to simply be able to hear them out.

(See also earlier related posts: Fraudian Slip, Normalising Paedophilia, Internet Images, New Roman Times, Romans Remain, Ab Use of Sex, Age of Consent, Just a Little Prick, Paedophile Agenda, Move the Spotlight, Customs and Excisions, Pavlov’s Women, The Holy See Over Bath, Popule Copule, The Last Taboo, Cracking the Egg Code, Pleading Guilty, Soular Plexus, probably lots more…)

The works of Alice Miller on her theories of “poisonous pedagogy”, and how hand me down child abuse produces the likes of Hitler and Stalin. The Continuum Concept by Jean Liedloff, about the compulsion to repeat.

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Soular Plexus

It is common practice to CUT the umbilical cord at birth. The first experience of the new born baby is severance from its mother, from its supply line, from its source of unconditional love. Our welcome to the world is soul destroying.

The solar plexus is centred on the navel of our body. It is the source of an ancient wound, the mother of all wounds, the memory of the original soul attack. It needs healing.

In some cultures the umbilical is left untampered with until it is no longer needed, until it has stopped pulsating its love, until it withers and dies off. No trauma, no shock. Until we can return to this way of doing things, we are left to deal with a world of people that have been traumatised at birth. Deliberately so. Severing mother and baby is a bloody brilliant way of creating slaves.

Making slaves…
The US government, in their MKUltra program, has found that the best slaves are created by first giving intensive one-to-one love for some time, creating an attachment, a bond, a full flow of endless giving. Then the love is suddenly taken away. Severed. Cut. Shattered. Broken. The trainee slave is left floudering in shock with an open wound of attachment but with nothing at the other end, the flow of love suddenly stopped dead. The large emotional wound can then be manipulated, so that the trainee slave behaves lovingly to a new attachment, this time it is a slave master, a handler. Wouldn’t it be great if you could start this slave training at birth ?

Pain of Separation…
The modern world is packed with the trauma of separation of loved ones and the accompanying anger, pain and vulnerability. Heartbreak is normal, and I would say it is down to the sudden stopping of the flow of love. Premature separation while the love is still in full flow. The first time your heart breaks is that first cut at birth. Birth in the modern world leaves both mother and baby in some sort of post traumatic stress disorder. Their love broken. Could it be that everday heartbreak stems back to the very first cut ? Where on your body do you feel the pain ?

The Art of Suffering…
Suffering is part of our daily life, we seem to have turned it into an art form to worship. Look at Jesus suffering on the cross. Look at the suffragettes. Jesus is the baby of Mary, what happened to the umbilical ? The umbiblical birth was attended by the three Kings (KKK, or Klu Klux Klan), did they bring a pair of scissors along with their medical potions? Look at body art, body piercings, tatoos. They are there to be looked at. Look at my pain, look at my suffering, is this the only way I can tell people of my pain and suffering. Look at the pain I have suffered for my art, to tell you the message. The message is in the pain, and the message of the messiah is pain. Some people get their navel pierced, what is their message ? We carry on suffering until we hear the message.

Original Love…
Our first lover, our first intimate relationship, is with our mother. It is through our mother that we first learn what love is. It seems to me that this sets a blueprint for what we believe to be love. If your first experience is that love ends in cuttung searing pain, that is what you expect love to be. In the womb, you have a supply of food and the rhythm of the pulse of your mother to keep time. Unconditional Love. The soular plexus is the site of the original union, the origin of love, and the site of the cut.

Broken Heart…
The baby in the womb feels the flow of love through the umbilical, heartbeats in harmony, in rhythm, in perfect tune and in perfect time. Can you imagine what that is like for a newborn baby to have that cut off, after 9 months, what seems like a lifetime. Panic, shock, trauma. Similarly, what affect is this having on the mother, to have her love cut off so brutally ? Just when mother and baby are at their most vulnerable.

Pain of Love…
Does this lead to fear ? Fear of love, fear of the pain that is expected at some point. It can lead to fear of entering into love, fear of giving or receiving love, fear of opening up, for the more you open up to love, the bigger the wound will be. It can lead to a desire to “own” and control love, own your own personal love giver, always there always on for you, like a wife or wifi. It can lead to envy of love, and a desire to shatter the love of others. Do we all have an assocaition of love with pain and suffering ? What does this do to our precious soul ?

Navel Centre…
The solar plexus is the navel, it is where we centre our body, and navigate our way through life. The body is a ship of sorts, a vessel, an ark. It has all our resources, because it is the way back to the memory of the womb. The womb gives us everything we need. It gives us love and nourishment. All we have to do is retrace the memory and we will be guided. Naval is the way of the sea, and that is where we came from, living in the holy waters of the womb. The Vikings were able to navigate without charts and without the screensaver backdrop of stars and moon and sun. I think they navigated by tuning into their navel centre, the soular plexus.

One and Only Sun…
The solar plexus is the yellow chakra. The colour of the sun. I think we all join as one in unconditional love through the power of the navel. The sun radiates out, as does love. The sun warms us and heals us. My one and only son did some drawings of people when he was an infant, just stick figures, but he somehow knew to draw the navel radiating energy outwards. Kids see things that adults do not, and maybe he was lucky because I was able to delay the cutting of his umbilical until after he was breast fed.

Belly dance…
There are campaigns against fat people, but maybe they are sticking out their bellies in an effort to reclaim love, yearning for it. When we hug someone intimately, we meet at the wound of original love. There are campaigns to flatten your stomach, and get thin, but maybe this is a desire to hide from love, withdraw, and never risk giving or receiving love ever again. Big Ben is an attempt to replace Big Belly, replace our soul mating and our soular love with Big Ben’s tune and Big Ben’s pulse. Parliament will love ya. Parliament will provide your nourishment and nurture.

Pregnant women are often glowing and radiant when they are in full bloom of pregnancy, nourished by their shared love with their baby. Pregnant women expand at the waist as their baby grows, to the point that the original wound at the navel seems to disappear. Maybe they are reliving a time when they were joined in love by their own umbilical supply.

Gut feelings…
We feel our emotions in our gut, where the soular plexus is. Our true feelings and instincts tell us what to do FROM GUT FEEL, gut instincts. It is our emotional centre and our centre of love. We get gut wrenching pain when we are emotionally disturbed, tummy upsets and indigestion. Despite the severance, we all have a memory of the unconditional love that was once there. Westerners often eat too much food, and maybe that is to fill the void from not enough love, the food of love that coincidentally fills you up in the same place. Eat more, drink more, blot out the pain.

Feeding tubes…
Hospitals like to stick feeding tubes into people, especially dying people. The tube is made of plastic and supplies a constant drip of liquid diet of controlled nutrition. It enters into the body through the navel. The original wound is opened and fed astronaut style packet food. There is no love, only plastic. And I would say it is another soul destroying act performed by hospitals, this time at the end of life as we leave the world.

Navigation Guide…
The word guide is simlar to gut and good and god. Could it be that our true god is actually the soular guide held in our own body? The navel guide shows us how to act from love, how to be in a place of unconditional love. But also the same guide will tell you the pain. The navel guide teaches us the way of love, and maybe the way of jesus is through the gut feel. Jesus lives at the soular plexus, the one and only soular plexus that unites us all through love. (not through One World Government, that is in the mind).

The chord…
The cord is attached at one end to the mother at the placenta, play centre, you see love is about play ! And the cord is a chord of music, harmony, perfect time. Playing a tune. It is the music of love that feeds our soul, and it is love that is the best food of life. Tune in, intuition.

Post Natal Depression…
The placenta is known as the “afterbirth” once it has been delivered out of the mother’s body. Post natal means “after birth”. Many many women suffer post natal depression, which affects their ability to love their baby, and indeed love anyone else. Could this depression be due to the sudden severance of unconditional love ? Is it the same sort of feeling experienced when any other relationship of love suddenly ends ?

I would suggset that phallic Big Ben and the phallus are a diversion, an exciting exiting distraction, from pure unconditional love. The love that we constantly seek to mend our original broken heart, is to be found at the belly and the desire is to reconnect it to the inside of the womb. The driving force that sends the penis inside the womb seems to want to reclaim that lost love, like a quick fix of something once lost, and briefly restored. It seems to me that the penis is the wrong part of the body to connect, maybe the penis is held up to us as some sort of replacement umbilical cord so that we are lured onto worshipping the phallus instead of pure love. As always, I question why is anything going that way up the vagina anyway ?…. Suppose it was just love that went into the womb, no physical objects, just pure love.

Yellowing word…
I don’t like the word “yellow”. I prefer the word “jaune” from the French, with its soft “j” sound, similar to the French word “jeune” meaning young, and “june”, the month of midsummer and the sun. The Italian for yellow is “gialo”, so similar in sound to the English word “jealous”. Or even “jailhouse” or “gaolhouse”. Could it be that the word “yellow” was once “jellow”? Paper yellows with old age, paper is the skin of a tree. Someone who has yellowing skin has “jaundice”.

Jaundice occurs in over half of newborn babies, described as “normal”. Jaundice is caused by a failure in liver function, whereby the bodily waste products have nowhere to go. Why could that be, has something been cut off ? “Any condition that disrupts the movement of bilrubin from the blood to the liver and out of the body may cause jaundice”. Can you see the word BILrubin is similar to umBILical ? The umbilical is a waste disposal line as well as a supply line. Treatment of newborns may include an intravenous blood transfusion, as usual through a fake plastic umbilical cord, maybe the hospital could just have left the umbilical attached, and had some love to go with the plastic and the blood. What is the betting that all jaundice sufferers had their umbilical severed prematurely at birth ? Bilrubin is a yellow colour, no surprise there. The LIVER is the matching organ to the LOVER, the heart. LOVE and LIVE are a pair.

We can jel and bond together with pure love, but jealousy is surely the anticipation of the Pain of Separation, the mother of all wounds, a feeling of pain and panic, shock and trauma, manifesting in your gut. Jealousy separates us, and kills off love. Even something quite small can trigger your memory of The Pain of Separation, first felt at birth. And it will probably trigger the feelings of pain and panic, trauma and shock. The loss of pure unconditional love. It is through my own recent experience of jealousy that I have found my way back and overcome my jealousy.

Through the Pain Barrier…
You can probably see that in order to trace back our history to the hystery of original love, there is a huge pain barrier to pass through. The Pain of Separation. We have to go back through that pain to find out what pure original unconditional love is. The memory lies there always ready to be invoked. Maybe people and events will cross your path to help you if you are ready to do it, as they have mine. Maybe you already have found the way. Maybe you were lucky and had a more loving welcome to the world.

Swan love…
Swans are known for pairing for life, maybe they are symbolic of a union of unconditional love. The mating dance of swans shows them puffing out their bellies to join to each other at the soul, a soul mating. During their mating dance, the silhouette of their long necks forms a perfect heart shape.

I feel sure that everything can be healed if we desire to do so, and maybe the soular plexus is a good place to start.

(See also earlier posts: Customs And Excision, I Want One, Through The Wombhole, Angry and Upset, Kids Art, Jesus da Vinci and Chakra, Ab Use of Sex, Solar Saviour, St John’s Day, Illuminating Illness, Match Made in Heaven, probably lots of others I have forgotten)


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King Cnut

King Cnut is the Danish King that came to the throne of England in 1016, exactly 1000 years ago. That’s neat, a neat counting sort of number. King Cnut symbolises COUNTing, CUNTs, and CONTrol. Sometimes Cnut is written as Canute, Knut, or Knud. Spellchecker will probably rewrite Cnut as Cunt, showing us the spell that is cast by King Cnut.

United Kingdom…
Cnut ruled England and Denmark together, the union lasting 26 years. Maybe it was the first United Kingdom. Denmark is the oldest monarchy in Europe, England the second oldest. The first English King was crowned in Bath in 978. It didn’t take long for Denmark to butt in and get two cuntries. Are you counting, King Count, how many countries do you need ?

King Cunt…
The most important thing that a King rules over is the cunt, as this controls the breeding. Kings generally rule over whole countries, which can mean many millions of cunts to be counted. Too many to count. A King’s wealth and status depends on the size of his cunt count, how many cunts he owns and controls. Did you think you owned your own body ?

Count countries…
A King rules over a country. Kings do a lot of counting too. Obviously King Cnut counted two cuntries. These days, Denmark seems to be part of a group of four cuntries of Scandinavia, and so does England, which rules over Scotland, Northern Ireland and Wales. (at time of going to press).

In England there are regional sub-divisions of the country, called “counties”, places like Somerset, Cornwall, Buckinghamshire. And Kent. Within each county, there is a count of the population. You can find out how many quite easily. Add them all up, and you get the total count. This makes the King’s counting process easier.

In times gone by, regions of England were called “Hundred”. Maybe that is the number of cunts in each area, with boundaries drawn up to fence in one hundred cunts at a time. A hundred is sometimes known as “cent”, or century, marked by a letter ‘C’ in Roman numerals. Sometimes Cnut is called King Canute, which is more similar to centu, or centaur maybe. ‘C’ for a count of a hundred cunts. The cunt is the centre of everything. Everything revolves and spins around the cunt.

This is a term of affection bestowed upon a wife by her husband, it looks like a shortened form of “hundred”. It might be just another word for “cunt”, meaning one hundred, or century. Honey is a female symbol of the Queen Bee.

….are the parts that make up the whole. Or is it the womb hole, w.hole, since this post is about cunts. A modern day parliamentary constituency has boundaries drawn up to fence in roughly the same sort of numbers into each area, it must be part of the constitution, or cunstitution. A count of constituents is kept by getting everyone to regularly sign up to the electoral roll, otherwise they can’t vote and won’t count.

Count Roll Control…
The Electoral Roll is the list of all the cunts that have registered to vote. Stand up and be counted for God’s Sake. Save the cuntry ! The job of the electoral roll is counting the cunts that want to be counted. How many liberated women are there who want to be counted ? Because actually liberated women are fetching a good price these days, they are so willing to cunt and count, and therefore worth so much more. The role of the Electoral roll is to keep count. Lkke all things modern, it has a sort of self check-in method whereby you willingly stand up to be counted. Do it yourself counting, saves the King a lot of work.

Counting House…
The nursery rhyme goes “The King was in his counting house, counting out his money”. Lots of money to be made from cunts. And obviously all the cunts have to be housed somewhere, so much easier to count them.

Not housed ?
Then how can you be counted ? People of No Fixed Abode are really annoying to the authorities, they mess up the count. They go from one county to another and upset the numbers. Sometimes it means redrawing the boundaries to cope.

The bigger the numbers of cunts that King Cnut keeps, the harder it is for him to keep control and keep count. But he has a cunning plan. He can farm out the counting and control, delegate it. It is called “animal husbandry”. Maybe one farmer husband for each hundred cunts ? …or even better maybe one farmer per cunt ? Does that look like the friendly “per cent” thing we are all taught at school? per cunt, per cent….

Per Cuntage…
Maths exam question : If there are 100 farmers and 100 cunts in a county, what percuntage return will King Cnut get from his investment in farmers ? It’s great isn’t it, he can breed so many more new cunts this way, simply by farming it all out. Good business means learning how to delegate.

Family Tree…
And so the family tree is the Cunt Tree. Look at the way the numbers expand at each generation, clever eh ? Farmed families, farmed cunts, family farming, friendly family farming. It’s good profit for King and Cunttree.

Two cunts…
King Cnut started small with two cuntries, just like a modern day business. Look at the “%” sign. What do you notice? Looks like two circles and a rod to me. A rod is a rule, the King’s rule, a 6 inch ruler being something else you need to take into a Maths exam, a 6 inch rod being something you use to seed the cunt. The circle is the symbol of the female. O for female I for male. The rod goes into the hole for power. The power symbol on electronic devices is usually a line going into a circle. It seems the percent sign would be a good logo for King Cnut, one ruler, two countries. The same symbols appear in the number 100, which is a century.

Maths is about making mater, matter, mothers into automatics. It is going to destroy us all with numbing numbers, endless counting. Cunt with your fingers. Have we all been programmed since primary school ? Automatic breeding without the love. Breeding by numbers. Farming.

Selling Counts…
The King was counting his money, and if he owns lots of cunts, he can do good trade. Cunts are always in demand, it is the world’s oldest trade. Virgin cunts are probably worth more, hence the demand for paedophilia. Look how rich the King of Virgin is, you can call him Rich for short, or maybe Dick. The Virgin brand is highly profitable. The more cunts you own, the more you can shore yourself up against bankruptcy. The King is counting cunts, but he is also doing a stock take, counting the value of each cunt too. The word “value” looks like “valve” or “vulva” to me. Try swapping the words next time you see “value”. That is why everyone likes “good value for money”.

In Shore…
King Cnut is famous for sitting his throne on the shore and supposedly stopping the tide. (which obviously stops anyway whether or not his throne is there). The King is shored up by all his wealth, protected by it. Insurance is a protection racket, because the King is really very frightened at how he will survive without it. The more you get hooked on this sort of racket, the more you believe it is essential for survival, the more you fear, and the more you crave. The lesson is that the tide stops and turns anyway regardless of how much insurance you have. The water will go its own way. And if the tide doesn’t stop one day, your insurance won’t help because Acts of God are excluded.

The honorable and respected profession of accounting is one of the highest services to the King. His money must be counted somehow. Each cunt has a different value, cunts can be traded and stocked, and it is not as simple as just counting cunts, or even countries. There are all sorts of rules of the game.

Mono Poly Game…
With housing and banking, it is starting to sound like the game of Monopoly. Monopoly is based in London, just like King Cnut, and the banks. Poly-gamy is the game of multiple wives, multiple cunts, harems. Mono-gamy is the game of one wife. It seems that the King owns the whole lot, and the farmer or husband some sort of sub contractor, or business franchisee. It’s a Monopoly.

The Game…
…refers to prostitution, the original game of all. It seems that all women that belong to an official country (both Eastern and Western cults) are some sort of prostitute, to be traded, ultimately owned and counted by one King or another.

Queen Cnut…
All proper Kings have a Queen beside them. The nursery rhyme continues… “The Queen was in the Parlour eating bread and honey”. What does the Queen get up to while the King is counting his millions of money of cunts ? She is the Bee of course, she needs honey or hunny to fatten her, and bred for breeding. Good breeding.

The UK parliament is the model for the rest of the world. Just like the UK’s Queen Elizabeth and Queen-to-Bee Kate are models on magazine covers. The parliament is the Queen’s parlour, the polite front room where the (cer)vicar comes for tea. It’s a facade, a polite political tea party facade, with lots of opposition to create opposite poles and more polling. It is a cover story like the cover story of the Queen and Kate on the magazines.

Honey from polling…
The Queen gets her honey from polling (See Polling Nation). There is so much polling now, I think that maybe a cross in the box every 5 years is not enough to feed her any more. She needs them all year round. Not enough honey. Not enough in bred. She seems to need a constant drip feed of polling these days. I guess it’s another form of the polling game, polygamy.

Counting votes…
…another counting job for the Monarchy, it seems to be the primary role for the King. The King is there to count. Except he has worked out he can sub-contract some drones do it for him and report back. I hear you can get a good count of money for counting votes.

Women be counted…
Many women say they vote because the suffragettes died to get us counted. Maybe we can start a new religion and wear an effigy of a dead suffragette around our necks. Women, do you want to be counted ? Go on, be a number ! That is what the men do, it must be good.

Archbishop of Canterbury…
…is leader of the Church of England. Canterbury is where Cnut landed. And you can see that Canterbury is named after Cnut. Canterbury is capital of the county of Kent, also named after Cnut. The Queen or King is head of the Church of England. The C of E was formed when England split with Europe, when King Henry VIII wanted his divorce but the Pope refused. Now we are splitting up with Europe again, will we have a new church ? Will it be a church of liberated women voters ? Churches like to count their numbers, just like the King. It is the size of the congregation that counts. Maybe they count the hymens or hymns too? Hymns usually have a number… And now we will sing hymen number 263. Let us stand and be counted.

Horses canter, a nice smooth run compared to the racing gallop, or the rising foxtrot. Nice girls, especially Royalty, have to sit side saddle on a horse. It’s so the canter doesn’t break the hymen, we can’t have the horse claiming the virgin. Virgins count for more, they are worth more. There is a lot going on with girls and ponies, girls love ponies don’t they, but we can’t have the PONIES stealing the job of the PENIS.

Count Sell…
Kings traditionally have a counsel to advise them, it must be to advise them on business deals to do with counting and selling. These days “counsel” is a barrister in Court. The top barristers are called “Queen’s Counsel” or QC. You can see that the Court system is all about the Monarchy and counting and controlling the cunts. Courtship is the old fashioned name given to pursuing a cunt. Regions of England have “councils” which are an extension of the Monarchy power to control, count, and report back to the King. Counselling is an up and coming profession, a growth industry, and I am beginning to think it is about thought control.

Fight for King and Country…
King Cnut’s cunt farmers are also useful for fighting wars. Although that does mess up the home farming a bit, but hey we can always breed some more farmers, it only takes a properganda campaign like the recent ine in Denmark that has produced a baby boom. Farmers can turn into soldiers. Soldiers invade cuntries, like farmers invade cunts to breed. It is the same skill set. Soldiers can aquire a whole cuntry and its contents for the King, a farmer can only produce one new cunt at a time. It is just a different sort of method to acquire more cunts to be counted. Colonies of cunts. It doesn’t matter how many men are lost and bled in battle as long as there are still plenty of cunts for breeding, and probably bleeding too.

River Kennet…
The River Kennet was once the River Cunnit. It sources at the SwallowHead (!) Springs, a sacred site at Avebury in the County of Wiltshire, and it empties into the River Thames or Isis. Avebury is the epicentre of crop circles in the whole world and also reputedly contains the most complex crossover of Earth Energies. An incredible ceremonial landscape. I wonder if the cunt of the female body boasts the same amazing energies? Are the crop circles that are found in farmer’s fields symbolising the planting of male seeds in female Earth, to later reap the harvest and the financial reward.

Kennet and Avon Canal…
The Kennet and Avon Canal, KA Canal, or Carnal Kate Canal. A carnal canal known as Cunnit, great stuff. The canal is also known as The Queen of the Waters. No wonder Kate’s births are linked to Bath where the KA canal begins to rise out of the City of Bath. The people who live on the canal are not housed, and many are of no fixed abode, not always in the same county, so are difficult to count, and difficult to get on the electoral roll. They don’t fit into the counting system properly, and huge efforts are being made by the authorities to make them fit.

Count the Horses…
There are lots in this post. The suffragette symbolically died under the Kings Horse. Horses are taken to war to fight for King and Cuntry. Police use horses to maintain the decrees of the Queen’s polite political parlourment. A centaur (center, canter, canuter) is a crossbreed man and horse, oh what happened there, King Cnut ? The K and A canal was built for horses to pull trade boats between Bath and London, the two coronation cities of England. But the horses are now banned from the towpath! Except…. there is one place where there is a tourist horse drawn boat… “Kintbury”.

King Cannot…
The King does not have a cunt. So he can’t do what the cunt does. He cannot grow a baby. It maybe why he is driven to own so many cunts and be so shored up and insured for life. It is a desire to replace the security which was taken away from him so brutally young. (Please see Consume Ate). Methinks only love will solve this one, and the fake love and adulation of adoring owned subjects bestowed upon their king (or any idol) is not the real thing.

King Cant…
But the King can make spells or cantations so that he can decant from the cunt, decant the blood, and the brood. There is a lot of misspelling in this post, can you count the different spellings of Cnut ? Have you noticed that a “spell” is also a period of time. A missed spell maybe a missed period, and therefore a successful pregnancy. MIss spell sounds like the spell cast by a virgin.

Sometimes King Cnut is written Knud, like Kundalini. Knud line, the line of Cnut. And maybe this is the crux of the matter. The King is controlling the Kundalini of his country, by controlling and counting, numbering and numbing the cunts. I have a government number, it’s called a National Insurance number, to insure the nation against what exactly ? I think I am just paying into King Cnut’s cunt count fund. Those that have read my earlier posts will know that I am curious about the possibilty that women can conceive without sperm via parthenogenesis. To conceive, it seems one of the essential requirements is for the kundalini to be rising into an orgasmic state. I doubt that numbed cunts can do this ( Please see Custom of Excision), and therefore the orgasm of the male inside the womb is required to ignite the conception. To control cunts and kundalini is to control conception, the very origin of our selves. It is a form of contraception (control ception) to stop girls getting themselves pregnant. Maybe more on that another time.

….is a rude word, maybe because it implies that all you are is a cunt to be a counted and controlled. A number. I don’t think “hunny” is any better. Talking of which, hospitals like to numb cunts at birth, so noone feels the birth properly. Maybe we need a new word for a very sacred space. And maybe we need to make the space more sacred than it currently cuntly is.

Twin Cuntries…
Two cunts entwined and united under one King, like Denmark and England once were. All countries are female, as all Earth is, and all boats are. The Danish flag is the inverse of the English flag. Denmark has 3 male lions to symbolise its Royal Coat of Arms, as does England. There are 4 countries of Scandinavia, and 4 of the UK. They are both seafaring nations, with a long history of seamen, and semen.

The two countries are currently linked by political rulers. The recently removed Danish Prime Minister is married to Neil Kinnock’s son, who is now a Welsh MP. (Neil Kinnock is ex leader of the Labour Party). So 1000 years on from King Cnut, there is a fragment of repeating history joining the Queen’s parlourment of the two countries. Will Kinnock be Prime Minister one day ? Does “Kinnock” look like King or Knut ? And is there any breeding control to determine who becomes Prime Minister, just like the Royals are controlled ?

Farming Pigs…
Denmark originally joined Europe to protect its “agricultural exports” to Britain, mainly Danish Bacon to feed the piggy gluttonous Great British breakfast habit. The British breakfast originates from farmers. And now I am wondering what else is an agricultural export ? Are human females being exported and traded too ? Are the Kings keeping count ? Are they trading us ? Are they cross breeding us ? Is all trade a cover story for the one and only trade of cunts ?

Cunt Affairs…
Current affairs are controlled by the media. They control the currents and the cunts and the affairs that take place around the cunt. They tell us about affairs of State, and the affairs of celebrities. Most newspapers have dating sites to aid and abet the cunt affairs. Newspapers have the current date. They manipulate the markets and our emotions. All current affairs seem to come back to the centre of everything, the cunt. Peel off all the layers and covers and cover stories, and that is what we are left with. The current affair at the moment has laid it all bare, the affair with Europe is over.

(See also: The Vikings and Alf, St John’s Day, Cull the Queen, Royal Georgian Bath, Mary Queen of Scots, The Bath Obelisks, Custom of Excision, Polling Nation, Bridle and Groom, Ab Use of Sex, Through The Wombhole, Book of The Hole, I Want One, Consume Ate, A Dam and a Dyke, His Seminal Work, The Two Nelsons, Slave Labour Party, Blood sacrifice, Pavlov’s Women, Cracking The Egg Code, Scrambled Eggs, Dark Satanic Mills, Long to Rain Over Us, Match Made in Heaven).

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St John’s Water

St John’s Day is 24th June, 24/6, a neat number. This year it coincided neatly with the referendum result. Too much of a coincidence for me. The referendum was designed to damage us and spilt us up, causing fear, hate, and conflict. Divide and conquer. St John’s is symbolic of water and healing. Take your pick as to where you put your attention and energy.

St John is a healing herb and a Day, and a Masonic Order in the watery City of Bath.

There is a choice between love and hate, which is symbolised by St John.

Hate has a cause.
Hate is self-defence caused by fear. It is putting up blocks and walls, and pre-emptive strikes against those you fear. Self D fences.
Politics whip up hate. Hate is a crime against love. Hate crime.
Hate blocks love.

Love just is. Love is always.
Love flows automatically unless it is blocked or damned up, in this age of damning damage.
Let it flow.
The flow of love is the flow of life.

Love flows like water, love heals like water. Blocked water stagnates and changes form. It is damned by Damnation.
Love flows and love flowers.

St John’s churches are always found near water (like Mary churches). St John is the baptist, baptising babies in a bath of water.

I think John means JOIN. To join a baby to the breast and feed it with the flow of milk is the true baptism for the flow of life to continue. Joning the baps and tits, both being euphemisms for breasts. To cut the umbilical cord prematurely is to divide and conquer, causing a floundering panicking isolated disconnected baby, full of fear from birth. Blocks of panic and damage already programming the newborn mind.

The cutting of the umbilical cord is like the biblical beheading of St John by cutting his spinal cord. It cuts off the essential joining, the flow of life, the supply.

To bathe a baby in water is to remind it of its source, where it came from, the watery place inside the womb that is its past life. Where it was joined in pure love to its mother through the umbilical cord, an unconditional supply of food and nurture and love.

St John’s Wort is a healing herb with amber coloured flowers that is in flower on St John’s Day. Wort is like worter or water, or wart. Somehow wartime seems to be an abuse of the word water, and the current wartime is the war on the water current. The wort flowers and the worter flows.

St John’s Wort is known by many names : Heal All, Grace of God, Warrior’s Wound, Amber, Touch and Heal, and Herb of St John. It’s Latin name is Hypericum perforatum, which reminds me of a perforated hymen. It’s good for schizophrenia, so would be good treatment for a country following a personality splitting referendum. It’s good for varicose veins, a blood flow problem frequently brought on by pregnancy. It cures mania, especially referendum mania, protects against hydrophobia (fear of water). It is an antidote to Snake Bite, would be useful in the Garden of Eden after Adam A Dam, does he dam the flow of water ?

Maybe St John’s Wort is simply a good way of healing our flow, unblocking the way of love. I think all healing herbs are about tapping into forgotten memory. Once upon a time, we had pure love. The memory exists somewhere.

The red pigment from the crushed amber coloured flowers of St John’s Wort is said to signify the blood of St John after his beheading. It is like cutting off the giant head of the placenta. The placenta is the point at which the cord attaches to the mother.

At the other end of the cord is the navel, the solar plexus, a very much underrated part of our body. The beheading is the divide, the damage, the unjoining, the unJohn, John is no more, joining is no more. We are disjointed.

The cutting of the umbilical is the first cut, the first division. It is the ribbon cutting ceremony so favoured by Royalty. The solar plexus stores the memory of the cut and the accompanying pain and panic. It also stores the memory of the flow of love, the pure love that was there before. We can access both memories. Our memories can be activated by triggers, the herb activates the memory of love. Modern day media activates the pain and panic and fear.

St John’s Day is in the sun sign of cancer, symbolised by 69, the crab, the mother shielding her baby in the womb. Cancer symbolises the joining of the baby to its home of pure love.

The City of Bath is where the Order of The Bath began. Every year on St John’s Day, there is a Masonic procession from the site of the ancient Temple of Diana in Twerton to the Abbey. The volcano of Bath and the natural Hot Springs reminds me of the pure flow of love supplying from the mother through the placenta to the baby. Bath is a sort of play centre, placenta, and I think it draws people in. But unfortunately the supply is very much blocked by the Roman Georgian gluttony and greed, endless buildings of walls, and modern Roman ticks replace the pure unblocked flow of love.

Bath Abbey is where the Monarchy began in 978. The Queen is Sovereign of the Order, and Prince Charles is Grandmaster. But of course we are each sovereign and master over our own self. The political elections make us forget that we have our own power. It is stored in the memory of pure love in our solar plexus.

Love and hate are both emotions. I think that the modern religion of “Mind Body Spirit” is missing out on emotions. E-motions. Mind Body Spirit map to Fire Earth Air. But as usual, someone forgot to add in the fourth element of water. Water is highly electromagnetic and I think this is our flow or block of emotions. Electromagnetic motions are highly sensitive. The emotions have been whipped up by the media for the referendum. It’s easy, you just provide triggers to trigger the memory of everyone’s earliest panic of cutting and severance.

I have never liked the word “yellow”, nor the primary colour yellow we are taught about in school. I think the word and colour of “amber” are much nicer, and maybe the solar plexus chakra is not yellow, but more amber coloured, like the flower of St John’s Wort.

St John’s Wort is known as “Heal All”. Love and water are the great flows and flowers of life. Our bodies are mostly water, we come from water in our past life in the womb. Love and water both heal. Emotions are water. If the water is in perfect harmony then it is the flow and the flower of love. All we have to do is remove the blocks that are in the mind, and allow the love in our body to flow.

The referendum is over, and we are back to exactly the same choice we always have. Choose love or hate. Flower like the wort, flow like the water. Heal all. Love all.

(See also: Stay or Leave, Knights Templar of Bath, A Dam and a Dyke, Drinking Water, Burn The Bra, Through the Wombhole, Adam and Eve, Mary Queen of Scots, Stories of the Borehole, Boring Bath, Hot Springs Go Cold, Nuclear Family, The Mary Line, War Tory Party, Black Star of David, Long to Rain Over Us, Order of The Birth, New Commandment, Joy and Fear)

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Radiation Chambers

You can now be diagnosed with cancer from a simple blood test. It’s a fantastic modern advance from the old methods of having to take cut off pieces of your body for tests. Progress.

A simple blood test.

If you pass the test, then your blood is ok. If you fail the test, there is something wrong with your blood, and you need “treatment”. What a treat. Treat me please !

A simple blood sample.

In World War Two, the Nazi doctors went around collecting blood samples from suspected Jews and Gypsies, and anyone else who might have the wrong sort of blood. Anyone who might breed and perpetuate their filthy bloodline. Those with the wrong sort of blood had to be sterilised or eliminated.

Cancer means growth. The wrong sort of blood must not be allowed to breed and multiply and grow and spread. People divide and multiply like body cells. It is breeding and it is growth.

All around me I am hearing stories of previously healthy people being diagnosed with cancer out of the blue. Then within weeks of the “treatment”, they are wheelchair bound, or dead. Or sometimes they have their womb ripped out or their breasts ripped out.

Before the diagnosis, they were healthy people. They didn’t even know they were ill until they were told. The treatment disables or kills them. It is not the cancer that kills. It is cancer treatment. However, everyone has been tricked into believing it is cancer that kills, and hospitals that heal. What would you do if you were told you had cancer ?

Trick or Treat ? Trick me and Treat me.

The modern hospital contains a radiation chamber, a World War 3 version of a concentration camp gas chamber. More up-to-date, more advanced. Those with the wrong sort of blood are being herded towards the hospitals of their own free will. It makes me wonder whether Jews and gypsies were similarly persuaded to go to concentration camps for “their own good”, some nice “treatment” to make them better, improve them, get rid of the nasty thing they carry in their body. “Welcome to Aushwitz”. Hospital gates look like concentration camp gates, and the inmates all wear striped pjamas. I am told that when the jews went into the gas chambers, they thought they were going to have a shower. But they were ethnically “cleansed” instead.

Cleansing the blood.

World War 3 is happening around us. The same world war themes are playing out amongst us in modern day psychological warfare. It’s far more advanced than for WW2. It’s progress. People all believe they are helping others, or that they are accepting treatment to make themselves well again. But everyone is divided into different compartments and nobody sees the whole picture. The hospitals are major contributers to the noise of the ambulance sirens sounding like a constant war zone. Hospitals were originally invented for war casualties. If we have more and more hospitals, then it equates to more and more war against humans, our bodies and our spirits under constant attack. The medical experiments of the WW2 Nazi doctors are nothing compared to what is going on in hospitals today. And hospitals are growing in a cancerous sort of way.

But back to the blood… A simple blood test. Why is cancer now defined by the make up of your blood ? That is very handy for the eugenicists. Could it be that the blood is being tested for certain bloodlines, not cancer at all ? Certain bloodlines that are marked for elimination or sterilisation. The eugenics of the Nazis continues, and I don’t think it ever stopped. It is all funded by our taxes which pay for the National Health Service.

The scientists in the hospital labs know nothing about the cases of the patients whose bodies they are testing. They know nothing about what their results are used for. They just test the labelled sample and enter the data into the computer believing they are doing a useful job. It is so easy to separate all the people involved so that noone realises the true overall picture.

I am noticing that hospitals are a bit like shops. If you don’t go into a shop, you are not led into temptation to buy anything you don’t really need or want, a nice “treat” to make you feel better. It’s harder to resist once you are over the threshold. Similarly, if you don’t go to the doctor, you are not tempted into the land of tests and treatments, a not so nice “treat” to make you feel better. It is just as difficult to resist medical treatment when you are threatened with months to live by someone who acts like they know what they are talking about. Psychological marketing tactics exist in the health industry just as they do in the shopping industry.

We are all cooperating. It is all by consent. But we are being tricked into doing so.

(Earlier Related posts: How Do You Know You Have Cancer, Body Parts, Body Chopping, Burn the Bra, Blood Eugenics, Know Your Blood Type, Anti Baby Injection, Black Star of David, It’s What We Do, For Fear of Something Worse, Human Procurement Centres)

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Stay or Leave, In or Out, Come or Go, Remains of the Day, Entry or Brexit

You would never guess that there are only 2 choices on the ballot paper. It’s all about sex and relationships, and the air is very thick and heavy with it all. The whole of the world is watching the great relationship wobble.

Ins and outs, comings and goings. Entry and exit. It’s sex and births you are voting for. Inns and outs, Ins and oust. There was no room at the Inn, Mary was ousted from the Inn, jesus was born instable. The instability in the air is rife.

Why is the LEAVE vote colour coded RED. Regular blue voters have turned RED. VOTE L, Vote Labour, Vote LEAVE. The Labour party dominates the LEFT, as the Leavers would want us to have LEFT. A woman labours to oust the baby from her body.

L for LEFT. R for Remain. Left and Right. The RIghts want to Remain. We don’t have a right to remain, the EU may kick us out after all this messing around.

Remains are what is left over. The fragments of shattering a relationship. The remnants. The crumbs.

But if RED is for LEAVE, then surely GREEN should be for STAY ? But no, Green is for GO. Should RED be for STOP ? Stopping and starting, hot and cold. It matches the weather.

STAY seems to be BLUE, But REMAIN is red.

REM is Rapid eye movement. It is also the twin of ROM, Romulus and Remus competing for Rome. ROM won. Are your eyes moving rapidly across this multitude of choices, when really there are only two ?

YES or NO. (Please see No Vote).

The film Remains of The Day is filmed near Bath. It is about a relationship that never was. The British aren’t very good at entering into equal closely bonded relationships. They prefer the master slave thing. The film was released on Bonfire night, 5/11, celebrating the failure of Guy Fawkes to blow up the establishment that rules over us and takesover the rest of the world at every oportunity.

The world and the country is divided. Britannia and the Romans divide and conquer us yet again.

Will Britannia leave EU, Will she leave you ?

Divorce is on the cards. If Brittannia leaves, then there is a messy divorce operation to go through. If Britannia stays, will EU ever quite trust Britannia again, like a relationship that continues after one party has had an affair. Has Britannia ever considered that the EU might want to leave Britannia as a result of all this messing around ?

I don’t vote, I am a No Voter. I just notice that the air is affecting us all. Everyone is in a state of indecision and instability to match the state of the air. The BBC broadcasts to the world across the air waves. No wonder the weather is heavy and thick and unstable to go with it. (Though it was gloriously hot and summery leading up to the Queen’s official birthday… the Royals always appear before a vote just so we know what we are really voting for).

It has already been decided. It is written in the planets somewhere. The Royals and the Romans (the US Senate and The Pope) seem to be pro-STAY. They make the decisions. We just vote (doesn’t matter what for as long as you do it) to give the Monarchy a mandate to make the decisions for us. The Euro referendum is just one manifestation of what is going on everywhere.

I notice my own life is full of staying and leaving decisions, and the Pain of Separation that goes with the splitting apart.

Thus, my own vote in my own life is to STAY, I am currently experiencing too much pain of separation. Yet at times when I feel I am too crowded and controlled, and have lost my self, I know I need to leave for a while.

American Independence Day looms on 4th July, independence being the glorious goal of being apart and separated and split from others. I am not sure it is that great.

The vote is on 23rd June, the day before St John’s Day, and the Order of The Bath. That’s my home city of Bath, and I wonder if the air is heavier here.

St John is the baptist, baptism of water, and the rebirth of Britannia (or Birthannia) as a separate entity would need a baptism of water.

Many people have already voted by new advance methods of post and internet, it is not surprising the bookies can predict the result. There is money to be made on this. Profit from prophesy. Though if I wanted to make good money these days, I would set up a company to run elections, there are so many of them, I think all our taxes are being siphoned off into the voting industry. And probably most of people’s minds similarly siphoned off too.

As I look at my own life, I see I have picked up the airwaves, perfectly synchronised with the referendum and the buildup that is almost as dense as the build up to Xmas. I see that I have been forced to focus on the deeper meaning of a close relationship, its value, when it is right to stay, and the non negotiable limits that might cause me to leave. I also notice that like the EU, it is not always my choice whether to stay or leave. My close “in bed” relationships are with my parents, my children and my lover.

It takes two to tango, to say YES, to form and keep a relationship. It takes only one to SAY NO, and to cause a separation, a split. I don’t want any beaurocracy, either London or Brussels, ruling over me. So I don’t vote.

I look back on my life, and see a constant play between the desire to merge with another (as with the mother baby bond, or a lover), and the desire to hold onto my self. I seem to need both.

Everything out there is a mirror of what is within. The real vote and the real change is within yourself and within your own power. The airwaves are about the relationships around you, not about Brussels vs London. There is no right or wrong answer, there is only the choice that you find yourself in at the moment on your own journey.

(See also : No Vote, Polling Nation, Don’t Knows, Majority Rule, The Eyes and The Nose, The Reds and The Blues, Opinion Poll Control. Building the Arc, Romans Remain, Mary Queen of Scots)

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Keep Up To Date

Facts and truth change on a daily basis. Keep up ! Are you up-to-date ? Have you read the latest ? It’s hard work keeping up, but it keeps us all busy at a faster and faster pace.

If you don’t keep up, you are out of date, out of fashion, stupid.

News is new, not old. It’s up-to-date. An update is issued at least daily. Read all about it, get the latest news.

Wikipedia is constantly edited. It’s supposed to be an encyclopedia of facts, but the facts change daily. It’s the equivalent of the Orwellian “speakwrite” where government ministry employees are given news or fact items, and instructed to rewrite them, to make sure they are up-to-date.

Information is a fashion of the times, fashioned by the creative hands of the media controllers.
If you are out-of-date you are stupid. Old people are out-of-date. Young people are up-to-date.

To be fit for 21st century purpose, you must keep up-to date.
Keep up, get the latest computer so you can keep up. Get the upgrade software, don’t get left behind ! Keep fit so you can keep up.

Out-of-date people are outdated, like a Sell By date or a Use By date. Read the label, it’s out of date, chuck it out.

Is your kitchen or bathroom outdated ? Is your wardrobe of clothes outdated ? Chuck it out, keep up-to-date. What about your body ? Is it old and out-of-date ? Then get some new up-to-date body parts.

Have you had the latest vaccinations ? Are they up-to-date ?

Do you know the latest weather forecast ? It’s updated by the minute, so it is always up-to-date ! Knowing the weather is essential for future planning.

Have you seen the latest film, read the latest book, been on the latest holiday, eaten the latest food ? Why not ? Can’t you keep up ? Why don’t you join in ?

Everything must look right for the date that we are at. It is like a film set. How can we distinguish one date from another if there aren’t all these differences across time ?

We are all stuck in a time warp of thinking, our thoughts fed to us by the times, and The Times newspaper. We are told that our time is the best time, the cleverest. People in the past were stupid, now we know better. We have so much QUANTITY of information, of being informed, formed by what we are fed, that it must be better. We are informed by the media who control the uniformed thoughts and information of the day. You are allowed a few choices of thinking, red team or blue team, blue shirt or white shirt, just to give you the feeling you think for yourself.

The King James Bible is fully up-to-date. Cameron’s first act of power was to distribute it free to all schools. Even the Bible is being edited as we go.

Kids are trained at school to keep up with the class. Pay attention ! keep up ! Those that can’t or won’t keep up are despised, they’re holding back the progress of the others, they are stupid.

Children are more up-to-date than their parents, Children are the future ! Parents try to keep up with their children. The balance of power in the family and society is given to the young. The children are becoming the leaders, indoctrinated by the schools and the media who are up-to-date. That is why we send them to school, parents cannot teach kids the latest information. Your child’s future depends on being up-to-date.

Once this is in place, it is easy to develop the teen culture and feed them almost anything. The children will be led away into the culture club by State control.

You might expect History to be a fixed story, events that have already happened. But no, history too, is edited to keep it up-to-date. As Orwell said, history is merely an agreement amongst us of what happened before. Even the original dates can be edited to make sure they are up-to-date.

The invention of the Kindle allows novels to be edited and updated centrally, maybe even on a daily basis. Similarly, the internet is being built as a reservoir of all information. It’s great the way we can turn to the internet to get the best and most up-to-date info ! Up-to-date is always best ! Once everything is online, it can all be edited continuously. We won’t even notice the changes, they will be smooth and seamless.

Can you see how history is presented to us like a film to view the unsavoury past and believe we are in a better time now. And the future will therefore be even better ! Keep up, it’s getting better all the time !

Modern people are modem people. They are always connected to the latest news and the latest new gadget. Always on. Always up-to-date. Cool, fashionable, fit for purpose, looking good, looking right. How else do you fit into society if you cannot hold a conversation about the latest up-to-date stuff ? How can you get a job ?

Keeping up-to-date is part of the human race towards the future that never arrives. But we are already here, and there is no need to race.

There is no date on real knowledge and truth. Truth proves itself by transcending time and place.

(See also earlier related posts : Save The Date, Time and Place, Time Tunnel, Time Lord, Timelessness, Universe Cities, Follow Instructions, Place Your Bets, Go Back, Program Me, Forecasting, BBC Wildlife Programming, and others I have forgotten about)

Nineteen Eighty-Four by George Orwell

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