130422 JUST DEFIANCE ...And
There Was A War... Edition
(3rd attempt)
I
wrote the story below last week, then tried to add an intro, but the
shit keyboard layout on this TOSHIBA had me unknowingly delete the
intro, down to the point where, below, I started on about alluding to
“truth”.
I
tried to “recreate” that intro, for it had good sentences in it,
but failed AGAIN.
So
here's the rehash, with it's obvious disconnect, at the point where I
start to go on about truth, etc...,
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On
the news this morning, 24th April, an item focused on
tomorrow's ANZAC DAY Anniversary commemorations, with a talk by our
latest Victoria Cross recipient, about the day, and about what's
planned for tomorrow at Canberra's War Memorial.
So,
it's fitting that I make some notes on the day, also because it's my
parent's wedding anniversary, 25th April. I think it's
their 66th?
My
emotions welled on thoughts of this, because my Dad, Allan Nichols
Meredith-Cook, passed away on 16th August last year, so
this Anzac Day will be the first without His body/mind/soul around
for the day.
But
I'm convinced He's still around in the ether, watching, and mainly,
I'd sorta hope, laughing at all our folly.
I
don't recall the last time I marched on an Anzac Day, with Him and
other Veterans. Has to be at least 25 years ago?
But
without going on too much, I always have “Dissident” thoughts
lingering on the Anzac's sacrifice in 1917 or whichever year they
were slaughtered on the Galipolli beachfront.
The
foremost is that they were forced, by the British command, to go to
their early graves to “hex” all after, Australian Military
Forces. This done to kill off our previously solid and tough
anti-establishment, anti-offshore-British colonialist claims on the
Australian lands.
Like
now, the poms want Australia for themselves, and their upclub, white,
genocidal maniacs, and their rich, insane, “spoiled” children.
That
the colonialism of the thieving British is never raised as an issue
on Anzac Day, shows how far from being Righteous the organizers here
are.
Watching
and listening to the Victoria Cross Fella this morning, I'd reckon
He'd agree, it is an issue, and as he said, Aussies fought and died
to defend Australia.
They
didn't die protecting Britain's elite, in their hearts at least.
So,
if any meaning, other than the Respectful Memorializing of the Aussie
Troops who fought, died, and the millions who survived, but because
the elitist authorities turn their backs to them post-war, and
always, even to now, leave the vets to suffer the aftermaths,
physical and perhaps worst, psychological, of war, Anzac Day, really,
should be the Day when the nation Salutes all our Vets, and currently
serving Military Personnel, but also, makes a REALLY BIG ISSUE, of
our nation's need to become our own nation, and not, as the British
and Eurapean elite still regard us and our land, a resource bank and
real estate prospect for their spoiled and
filthy-greedy-unearned-income progeny.
Commemorating
war, as Anzac Day has been morphed into being, doesn't do one single
thing to end war.
So,
while the agenda for tomorrow has merit, future Anzac Days really
have to take on the deeper and harder issues.
Issues
so hard that it actually takes Warriors to address.
Not
girlie upclub, career churchie lawyer-politicians who dance around
the hard issues like fairies around a toadstool.
Now
here's the 2nd rehash of the intro.....
Sometimes
writing or talking about the hard facts, the hard truths of life is
impossible to put in ways people, common people, can take in and have
ruminate in them.
Often
enough, this is why we have “fiction”.
Not
only because fiction can be a necessary distraction from the fucked
world of facts, like the ongoing chaos of political, economic,
industrial and other warzones – ie., ON OUR STREETS, but because it
allows hard, or harsh truths to be heard, sometimes without the
brutal edges of some raw and often vital truths. And, fiction can
put across truths some, like politicians, don't want people to hear.
Soviet
Russia was a classic case of that.
But
hey! Not only the “communist” states have been guilty!
The
USA has had it's censoring moments, and still does.
The
days' “Whistleblowers” being locked up and silenced on increasing
scales is the current worry about truths being suppressed.
But
sometimes fiction tells the facts better.
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“Truth”
being one of those “facts”, hard to directly address in words, as
is the complete description of the First Light, The Source, “god”,
that can be described better in fiction. Outside, I believe, of the most recent Scientific "breakdown" or analysis of what and how the universe came into existence, and, is sustained.
The
Chinese “Tao” of Lao Zi's Ancient article the “Tao Te Ching”
alludes to it thus
“The
Way that can be told of, is not an Unvarying Way
The
names that can be named are not unvarying names”.
Et
cetera.
So,
here's another style I was inspired to put to words over the last
weekend.
Here,
I focus on “leadership” and the concept of leaving it to one poor
soul selected by others, because of their own ignorance, to “lead”
people out of the pit the western mindset has been in for thousands
of years.
Classically,
in Biblical terms, we westerners, and all streams of our essentially
white-skinned subspecies who/which have evolved and wandered from our
origins, seem, from evidence, to have been off the true path since
the fabled Adam and Eve's eviction from the Garden of Eden.
One
is inclined to limit their descendents to we whiteguys, with our
intermediate ancestors being the ancient most Jews, or Hebrews, who
spread out from the Middle-East up through today's Turkey, to Greece
and through Eurape to Scandinavia and the British Isles.
I
leave the question open of whether human beings, as we are, and have
developed, and spread globally from one root source. The common
place accepted as Africa. Is it possible that life on earth was so
“predestined” to have a specific route for evolution such that
the eventual “grouping-up” of organisms to become humanoid, could
have begun and fulfilled itself, themselves, in different places?
Is
it not possible that the Asian climate for millions of years, was
such that a humanoid strain could have developed, separate to the
African, or to perhaps one or two others?
Anything's
possible. And, nothing matters...!
But,
somewhere, it is assumed, we, or one more hungering mob of us, lost
the plot, and for whatever reason, started to look in the wrong place
for their own satiation, for happiness and contentment.
It
cannot be mere coincidence that most of the extant and still
“meaningful” texts, from other than the western white,
Judeo-Christian hemisphere, proffer and guide us well to the font of
personal happiness, whereas the Judeo-Christian doctrines seem to
turn out, from that source, while at once denying, or, for their
ignorance, ignore that that Inner Sanctum, is where we should look
first and foremost for our own personal contentment?
If
we, as I have done for decades, follow perhaps an hypothetical “path”
that directive instructs us to follow, of looking outside of our own
innermost light, for personal, and soon enough, for our communities,
source of satisfaction, I think that eventually we arrive at the
least of truths, and turn to other people for our own peace.
This,
brings the notion of “leaders” into being.
If,
as I, and many suggest, that the western, Hebrew ancestors, of way
back to the Old Testament's Adam and Eve epoch, were one way or the
other taken away from knowing the True path, of looking for all the
knowledge, guidance, wisdom and, Bliss, we need, to both not be
insatiable fools, and to not need other people to lead us through the
business of community administration, thousands of years later, even
to 2,000 years ago from today, the mass of people imbued with that
way of seeing themselves and the world, the community, the nation,
would be so inured as to find it impossible to move forward and away
from.
Or,
back to, that original knowledge, we are left to assume was common
knowledge to the inhabitants of the fabled Garden of Eden.
So,
if so, then all manner of errant beliefs are created.
To
look at the world now, in 2013, I find it impossible to not relate so
much of what we accept, yet what are clearly results of a “lost
mentality”, of a lost satiation of the mass of souls, to this, my,
hypothetical, of the original errant ways of thinking and seeking
after our own contentment.
“Technology”
having it's roots mostly in warmongering, but one.
Another
living example of personal and social satiation, is the extant
Australian, and other, Aborigine Ways.
It's
been clear to me for a long time, that the Bleck Fella here, uptil at
least 1788, had never strayed off the Golden Path of The True Life,
described in western literature as that fabled, yet, to the
Jewish-Christian west, unknown “Garden of Eden”.
The
Aborigine knew from the beginning, the Law, and, with a magnificently
Balanced set of Customs and Rituals, Stories and Teaching, were able
to maintain a willing, wise and knowledge-full adherence to those
Original, True, Perennial Laws.
Whitearse
typically, in their massive ignorance, fail totally to see that the
Aborigine must have had the basic issues exactly right, because while
they lived in what the idiot crapitalists call “poverty” ie.,
without a ridiculous excess of technologically fabricated material
goods, they did so, for at least one hundred thousand years, but HEY!
How myopic are the archeologists to claim humans all-of-a-sudden
appeared a few hundred thousand years ago? - they lived with minimal
tools and “equipment, HAPPILY!?
This
directly exposes the fact that, we who hunger insatiably for material
comfort, in the products the industrial culture pumps out, to
everyone's detriment, are fundamentally UNHAPPY, in our own being!
Can
a CRAPitalist hear and absorb that blatant FACT?
That
so many of them cannot exposes further, that they are hypnotized
zombies, of Jewish and Christian devils.
I
use my own Australian Aborigine people as the example here, but
accept that most all Aborigines, everywhere, where possible, still
have their Original Ways, Laws, and Spiritual connections to the Ways
and Things that matter most to them, and thus, to their perpetual
existence.
However,
it's important a distinction to single out the Australian Aborigine,
because they were the last, undiscovered (Ha! An erroneous, western
word in this case) Culture, so are the least distanced from that True
Path of Living.
But
Alas! Just recently, in South America, the world has found an
Amazonian Tribe living True, as they'd been since the beginning.
So...,
to leave the reference to tomorrow's Anzac Day, and my Honoring My
Dad's War Service and His Life, in which He fought against the evils
of establishment and cult tyranny to his very last breath, on the
morning of 16th August 2012, I'll put it that the planet's
Military Warriors, not the softcock's clammering daily for promotion,
or “trained” in upclub “officer schools”, yet all should
recognize their Duty, both to remember Fallen Mates, and Warriors,
and to give Heart to those now on the frontlines of war, but also to
give a few minutes silence, to pulling together the most important
aspects of what they serve to protect – our Sovereign Spirit, best
found in the non-materialistic Aborigines of the world.
As
I end all my JUST DEFIANCE posts with,
All
Praise the Immortals!
All
Praise the Warriors who have fallen
Fighting
for a Just World!
There,
“the Immortals” for me, at least, are my Aborigine Ancestors,
from Gunai Nation, now Gippsland S-E Victoria, Australia, who were
slaughtered on mass by the British invader/”pioneers” around
1900CE.
A
slaughter, witnessed by the several children not killed, but stolen
and subsumed into white culture, forced thereafter to never speak
about that massacre, by Freemasons and Catholics in collusion.
Many
of those “children”, I knew as Aunties and Uncles, but closest
was my mum's Father, Donald Sutherland Willis.
All
Praise Him, as He also, served in the Australian Infantry, I think,
in the 1st world war.
I
took that term, for them, “the Immortals” because that was how
the invaders, after that and no doubt the hundreds of other
massacres, referred to those People. The little gold mining village
of Walhalla, in Gippsland, is actually named in memory of my
Ancestors, whatwith Walhalla being Germanic and meaning “Halls of
the slain Immortals”, or thereabouts.
But
fuck sake, don't ask anybody to talk about it!?!?!? Or the witches
of whiteguy developmentally-retarded spy agencies, pro-British ASIO
and MI6, will come down on you and haunt you to an early grave!!!
The
Story
And
there was a war.
And
there was a battle for leaders.
And
that was the war.
And
the people tired of that war.
And
people were dying, everywhere, because of that war.
And
on the streets, there was a war.
And
people were dying everywhere, on the streets, because of that same,
same old war.
Leaders
had fought, with their mobs, and some had won their wars.
But
the people were losing, everytime.
And
the leaders grew wealthier and wealthier.
And
the people, who were fighting that same, same war, were dying. On
the streets, and in their yards, and in houses, and in their beds,
and in hospital beds.
And
the leaders marketed themselves as being good for the people, while
the people were fighting each other, and fighting people who sided
with other leaders, and the people were tired of that war.
But
the leaders went on media and told the people how good they were, and
would be the best candidate to be the great leader for the people.
The
people who were fighting each other for those one or other leaders.
And
the religions were fighting each other.
“Ours
is the true religion”. “Theirs is evil.”
And
the religions were co-opting the people to fight with them, and for
them.
And
the people were fighting and dying everywhere.
In
the streets.
People
were dying in their houses.
In
their beds and in hospital beds.
And
the leaders marketed themselves as being the best people to lead the
people.
And
the people came tired of the leaders' war, and realized this war was
not for their best interests.
So
some people began, very privately, to ask questions about this war.
And
their numbers grew.
And
their numbers grew.
And
grew.
And
these people began to not fight the leaders' wars.
And
the leaders grew angry with these people, and started another war,
against these people.
And
this war waged on for ten thousand years.
But
the people were resilient, and would not let the leaders have them
die off.
And
the people kept procreating, just to counter the leaders warmongering
to kill them off.
And
the people kept growing in population, and kept inventing better
instruments to counter the leaders lust for power over people, in
pace with the leaders corporations' rate of inventing more powerful
weapons of mass destruction.
And
the world was full.
Population
was out of control, only because people were determined to out
populate leaders' hunger for more power.
And
leaders made up more and more stories, to fool the people.
And
the stories became more and more outrageous.
And
the marketing methods to sell the outrageous stories to the people
were more and more sinister.
And
if the people would not be fooled, the leaders would start a war
against the people, to force them to believe the leaders' stories.
And
the leaders owned the media too, and used the media endlessly to lie
to the people about certain events, and dangers, and solutions.
And
many people were made comfortable by what the leaders told them, or
bribed them to believe.
But
many more people were not happy, and were not fooled, and asked more
questions.
And
they asked not priests or rabbis, not politicians or lawyers, not used-car dealers or advertizing executives, but Scientists of Physics, of True Economics and True Law, and those Sciences' Wisest Philosophers.
And
the people found new parts of themselves they were not even aware of
in themselves.
And
they found a new happiness in using these new, but natural and
inherent parts of themselves.
And
as they started to share what they'd learned and come to know about
themselves, and about these new parts of – their minds – the
numbers of people dropping the old “follower” ways of thinking,
and living, and of being lead into the pit, increased exponentially.
So,
the leaders, always watching what the people were doing, started more
wars, on the streets, in the houses and factories and offices and, on
the billboards, on the TV, in the cinemas and playground walls.
But
the people who'd heard of this old unused part of themselves and
started using it had begun to pass the “critical mass” in
numbers, and had taken to using this old new part of themselves in
everything they had to do.
And
when they did, and when they used this old new part of themselves in
unison with others around them, they came to astounding realizations
about the fools they'd been, for the last four or five thousand
years, and swiftly stopped doing the foolish things they'd been
seduced by leaders to do.
And
this old new part of themselves was themselves.
Was
their true self.
Their
home of consciousness.
Their
home of knowledge.
Their
home of bliss.
And
once they'd gotten over the joy and thrill of using this old new part
of themselves, they grew in intelligence, and therefore, in wisdom.
And
their joy in diving into this old new pool of infinite wisdom as need
be, brought them to know that the leaders were not leaders, but were
charletons.
Tricksters.
Devils and demons, who really wanted to lead the people into the pit,
and leave them there to burn.
So,
first, anger ran wild across the people, and they fought back.
But
the leaders had been ready for this since they first began tricking
the people, thousands of years ago, so knew how to stomp on the
people again.
But
the people had grown more than the leaders had expected.
And
one day, on the day of the leader election, more people than had ever
gathered before, came to the nation's parliament, and sat out front,
and around back, and on every side of the big house of parliament.
And
they stayed still.
And
they stayed quiet.
The
leaders watched, and sent in subversives, to try to set off a fight,
an argument, a war between the people.
But
the people said nothing, so subversives were spotted instantly, and
asked by the people to leave them.
And
the leaders, most of whom were away, in their mansions or holiday
retreats, or party headquarters, frantically talked between
themselves, trying to construct a plan to use this to their
advantage.
But
none of them could convince all the other leaders that theirs was
best.
Officials
were sent out to try to engage with the people.
But
the people stayed quiet, and would not engage the officials.
And
as news of this largest gathering spread around the nation, then
overseas to the world, other people quietly went to their nearest
parliament house, and did the same thing.
They
gathered out front, out back, and around all the sides of the state
parliaments.
Saying
nothing. Just sitting on the land.
Some,
of course, became uncomfortable, so quietly, started doing stretching
and limbering exercises, just to keep the blood flowing, and the mind
relaxed.
This
strange occurrence became leading news around the world.
So
the leaders, extremely concerned about what was going off, and about
what they could, should and would do, slowly, as if by some strange
lure, came to the main parliament house, on this day of their
elections.
The
nation's leading party leader, and the opposition party's leader, and
all the leaders, which, in terms of political, thus economic power,
were all the politicians, called media conferences, and were
trumpeting all manner of ideas, and tried to promote themselves or
their party, as the best leader or the best party, to handle this
unusual occurrence.
Naturally,
at the same time, that election day morning, soon after the largest
gathering of people the nation had ever seen began, media reporters
and cameras and crews and helicopters and transmission trucks and
more crews and microphones and lights and make-up artists and
composers and gaffers and goofers and geeks and and and...., were
racing to the land around the big parliament house, and began
frantically walking around and through and over and across the
largest ever gathering of people trying to find a spokesperson, one
spokesperson, THE person who started this idea, this movement. Then,
when no-one appeared to be that person, the media started looking for
a, anyone representative of the gathering, to interview.
To
get that “exclusive”.
To
be “first”!
To
find out what was going on. What was planned?
What
were the peoples' demands?
Who was behind it?
Who
was the leader?
Whenever
the reporters asked aloud, to the mass, the people laughed a quiet
laugh, and said nothing.
But
all the media were under pressure to find someone who would talk to
them, who would tell the media and the world what was going on. What
was planned. Who their leader was. All of the media were under
pressure to beat the competition to get the first item for their TV
breakfast show. For their news program. For their current affairs
slot.
But
the people just sat there, saying nothing.
When
a reporter with a microphone in hand, with cameraman tagging along,
saw some of the gathering talking amongst themselves, they rushed
through the crowds to ask them questions.
“Are
you the leader?”
“Can
I interview you for daytime morning tonight breakfast today lunchtime
now program?”
But
none of the people would talk to the media.
Or
to the leaders' officials, or to the police or security.
Hundreds
of police were milling around the largest ever gathering of people.
The
army appeared too.
But
no-one made any moves to break-up the gathering.
By
6.00 pm that election day evening, when the polling booths in the
eastern states closed, the reporters felt hugely embarrassed by the
peoples' blanket silence, and their shunning even offers of thousands
of dollars to be interviewed.
And
the media were also quiet.
But
in media studios, they were frantic, in total panic mode. The
shock-jocks were in shock. For this unusual event, which was growing
around the nation, and the world, the shock jocks were becoming
worried that they were facing a major, global revolution, and that
their own necks were on the line.
News
stations and the rest, had switched programming to cover this massive
event. All the pundits they could find had been called in to their
studios to keep talking about it, to try to keep the viewers on their
channel.
Breaking
news, was turned into farce, with rehashes and repeated video footage
and more BLAH from at-the-scene reporters talking incessantly, trying
to sound as if they knew what was happening, and that they were on
top of the situation.
Another
war had broken out. Media cabals were fighting each for ratings, and
their claims about having that prized “exclusive” were being
thrown up constantly.
Yet
none of them had any exclusive. None of them were first with in
depth information about this event.
A
lot of television and radio reporters and assistants saw that this
was different, and some saw that their roles were quite superfluous
here.
So,
many of them put away their equipment and sat on the land with the
gathered peoples, in silence.
Arguments
broke out in all the commercial media studios. Editors and managers
were having hissy-fits all over the place.
Media
moguls were racing to the studios to get an idea of what and how to
handle the “what”.
The
social media networks went into meltdown, incapable of handling the
messages being sent by people watching on site or via the media.
National
and international security organizations and agents were calling
meetings, arranging moves and network tele-conferences, trying to
agree on what was going on and on how to deal with it.
The
most repeated question, in media, in the political party
headquarters, in security agencies and in the religious bastions,
across the world was, “who is the leader?”
Sitting
in their vehicles, on the grass next to the crowds, at the nearby
hotel bars, at coffee shops, back at studios, the news crews were
shocked and frightened by all this quiet.
Thirteen
older politicians actually had heart attacks because of all the
silence. Three died.
But,
at 6.00pm when the polling booths in the capital city closed, the
people, in unison, began a calm, steady chant.
“WE DONT
NEED LEADERS!
JUST TRUE LAND
LAWS!
“WE DONT
NEED LEADERS!
JUST TRUE LAND
LAWS!
“WE DONT
NEED LEADERS!
JUST TRUE LAND
LAWS!
“WE DONT
NEED LEADERS!
JUST TRUE LAND
LAWS!
“WE DONT
NEED LEADERS!
JUST TRUE LAND
LAWS!
“WE DONT
NEED LEADERS!
JUST TRUE LAND
LAWS!
“WE DONT
NEED LEADERS!
JUST TRUE LAND
LAWS!
“WE DONT
NEED LEADERS!
JUST TRUE LAND
LAWS!
“WE DONT
NEED LEADERS!
JUST TRUE LAND
LAWS!
“WE DONT
NEED LEADERS!
JUST TRUE LAND
LAWS!
(As many, with wry smiles, were chanting
“WE DONT
NEED JESUS!
JUST TRUE LAND
LAWS!)
“WE DONT
NEED LEADERS!
JUST TRUE LAND
LAWS!
When
9.00pm arrived, after three hours of non-stop chanting, the people
stopped chanting, and quietly went home, to town, to food houses, to
the public transport portals.
Of
course, by this time, the whole world was aware of this event.
From
London to Beijing media was being flooded with opinion and replayed
video footage, of, the largest ever gathering of people out front,
out back, around every side of the capital's parliament house, all
chanting “WE DONT NEED LEADERS! JUST TRUE LAND LAWS!”
By
11.00 am that same Saturday morning, every state parliament house was
surrounded in the same way.
By
6.15pm, the streets and media networks were beating to the same chant
“WE DONT NEED LEADERS! JUST TRUE LAND LAWS!” over and over.
As
usual, stoners, dancers, trippers and musicians had tuned in, and a
rhythm was pulsating across the nation, and, across the planet, with
“WE DONT NEED LEADERS! JUST TRUE LAND LAWS!” as the underlying
beat.
Punks,
Rastas, Rappers, Gangams, all types of contemporary music-makers were
playing their own brands of music, and in every manner and style they
were gyrating on streets of cities worldwide, making their own sounds
with “WE DONT NEED LEADERS! JUST TRUE LAND LAWS!” as a backbeat.
Radio
stations globally were sending staff out to quickly taking recordings
of the millions of street performances being played and sung on their
street corners, with “WE DONT NEED LEADERS, JUST TRUE LAND LAWS”
as the backbeat, then ripping back to the studios and throwing the
tracks onto the airwaves.
So
cafes, offices, hotels, and the few remaining homes still occupied by
residents were jumping to the huge sounds from their own streets, of
Musos and Rappers and Rastas and Gangams and Punks beating out the
new move.
“WE
DONT NEED LEADERS, JUST TRUE LAND LAWS!”
The
following Monday, every stock exchange on earth stayed shut, for the
knowledge that this massive realization by millions and millions of
citizens of earth that they do not need leaders, just true land law,
would destroy every speculative and profit-driven listing.
Across
the world, banks stayed closed, for the same fears.
Governments
in almost every nation were in meltdown.
Parliaments
were deserted. Politicians could not be found.
Media
airwaves were full of verbose and increasingly encrazed monologues
and diatribes by sleepless talking heads, news anchors and
interviewers and interviewees.
By
no coincidence, at the centres of false centrist prophesy, Jerusalem
and Rome, the key tourist attractions of the Vatican and the holy
city's churches and temples were empty.
Tourists
had heard, and were afraid that these places of worship by religious
fools would become targets for Atheist REALPolitik Reactionaries.
You
can imagine the rest........
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DEFIANCE
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All
Praise the Warriors who have fallen
Fighting
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