Civil Disobedience or Death by Design
by Julian Rose
Friends. How much time do we have left?
By my clock it’s five minutes past midnight. We are into
unchartered territory. Territory where only bravery and vision can hope to cut
through the torpor and stupor which is bringing about the designed obsolescence
of the human race and the transgenic re-engineering of the common gene pool of
our planetary biodiversity.
As I write this, the technocrats in Brussels are lining up
to enforce an Act designed put an end to our seeds. The saving and resowing of
‘real’ seeds. Those in high places believe we need to ‘move-on’ concerning the
control of the food chain. It’s time for total control. Only seeds registered
and licensed by the State will be legal. And only those with money will be able
to afford to do this exercise. The corporations will own the seeds and fulfil
their ambition to have ‘full spectrum dominance’ of the food chain. “He who
controls food controls the people”. Check mate.
They have decided that its time to cease the perpetuation of
a pattern of life on planet Earth that goes back to the birth of agriculture –
and before.
That is what they are doing in Brussels 6 May 2013 and
beyond. From now on, unless we cut free of obeysance to the centralised,
totalitarian regimes whose take-over of our planet is almost complete, we will
have only ourselves to blame. For we are complicit in allowing ourselves to
become slaves of the Corporate State and its cyborg enforcement army. That is,
if we continue to remain hypnotized by their antics instead of taking our
destinies into our own hands and blocking or refusing to comply with their
death warrants. This ‘refusal’ is possible. But it will only have the desired
affect when, and if, it is contemporaneous with the birthing of the Divine
warrior who sleeps in us all. The warrior who sleeps-on, like the besotted Rip
Van Winkle in the Catskill mountains.
We have arrived at the optimum point to draw a line in the
sand. I say optimum, because the need for food faces everyone of us every day –
so it’s not possible to run and hide when it comes to eating. Its a bottom line
necessity. It’s a bottom line that is now one step from being removed from our
control. I say ‘one step’ because we can turn around , draw our swords and say
“No”.
Artists and spiritually inspired human beings are not
exempt. In fact they will have a critical role to play in the great fight-back
which is our one and only genuine resource at times of extreme crisis. And, in
case some think otherwise, I want to state that this is such a time. No artist
or spiritually inclined individual can claim to be such unless he or she is
willing to enlist in the cause of protecting the sacred nature of life itself.
What the technocrats and their Illuminati masters cannot do
is defy the power of the spirit – once its lit-up. And we must get it lit up –
or die of starvation. Starvation of the spirit is just as prevalent as
starvation from lack of food, on this tragic planet; perhaps more so. It’s an
artists job to light-up the starving spirit by feeding it something that will
bring it to life and steer it towards victory, not something that will
encourage it to remain asleep.
I am a farmer, actor, activist and writer. I see no
contradiction here. They are each mutually reinforcing elements of one life
force. Of the gift of life which brought us here. And this gift of life starts
as a seed. When lit-up – it presents the one power that can ultimately defeat
the tunnel vision technocrats, the power besotted politicians, the blind
Bilderbergers and the non-human will of the Illuminati overlords. They will all fall to our Excalibur once we remember how to use it.
Bilderbergers and the non-human will of the Illuminati overlords. They will all fall to our Excalibur once we remember how to use it.
Remember we must. To put an end to that darkly scheming
little cabal which is, at this very moment, dipping the ancient sacred seed
into the patented petri-dish of a genetically engineered holocast. Attempting
to forever remove it from its origins in the subtle soil of a thousand lands.
Fight this with a thousand shining swords, for it is we who are being
engineered.
Those subverter’s of the sacred are convinced they will
succeed in locking this seed away from the light – for ever, and enlisting all
humanity into their sinister power games. But, brave souls, nothing can stir us
like a challenge to kill us off. Nothing can set the red corpuscles racing
faster than the thought of an insentient trans-humanist cyborg future for us
and our children. For the human race. So let us use this occasion – the funeral
preparations for the passing of the seed – to surprise and shock our opponents.
Let us use this attempt at absolute enslavement to pledge to take back control
of our destinies and that of this Universe. And by so doing, realize that our
oh so long sleeping potentiality can wait no longer to see the light, and must
go forth to fight in its defence.
We can push back the encircling Brussels’ vultures and all
their prying ilk, once we are sufficiently stirred. Just as we warriors of the
heart can also defeat the tyrants and madmen of Washington, Rome, Moscow,
Berlin and London. Everywhere.
Let ‘saving the seeds’ serve as a symbol of defying all life
threatening acts. We cannot just leave it to the farmers and growers to push
back such a momentous and callous global theft. Just as we can’t leave it only
to ‘artists’ to reveal the creative nature that exists in all human beings.
‘Doctors’ to tell us when we are sick and how to get cured. ‘Bankers’ to tell
us where to put our money.
Saving the seeds is up to all of us. Make a point of
demanding an end to the tyranny. Refuse to comply with any demands that lead to
the death of nature. Shun the hyper stores. Grow your own foods. Join hands
with your local growers. Link-up with local friendly farmers. Inspire them to
grow ecologically sound ‘real’ food for you. Pay them a fair price and offer to
help them harvest it. Only connect. Connect. Never allow yourself to be just
another number at the stupor-market check-out desk. Life begins when we turn
and face our enemy and say NO.
Julian Rose
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