Saturday, 29 January 2022
Friday, 28 January 2022
Wednesday, 26 January 2022
Tuesday, 25 January 2022
Sunday, 23 January 2022
Granada extensible mesas
" After absorbing Armstrong’s recent missives on the current state of the Globe and combining this with what we know of the existing COVID Biological warfare stakes, the path forward in the coming months and year have become more clear.
It appears that just like in 2013 prior to the Syrian conflict, the US/Europe will once again do something to induce Putin to march his army over the border into Ukraine to occupy the Russian speaking portion of the country east of the River Dnieper to provide Russia a security buffer against the provocation of the west. Based on Armstrong’s timing arrays that track a number of instruments including currencies, rates, conflict cycles, & capital flows, it appears inevitable that this will occur within the next 5 weeks, and possibly as soon as the second week of February. The trigger could be the NATO movement of missile delivery systems closer to the east European buffer states (and Moscow) which is the non negotiable Russian position. Russia has reportedly already sold all its US & European Assets seemingly preparing for any coming conflict.
The reason as to why this is occurring is quite simple. In the west, and particularly in Europe & the UK, there is an increasing proportion of the population that is pushing back against the COVID narrative & measures. With such widespread loss of faith in Government (and particularly in Europe & the UK), the powers that be require another enemy to generate fear once again to induce the masses to fall further in love with their Government who will save them once again from the emerging threats (sic). Biden has already this last week send Putin the message publicly that there will be no NATO military engagement if he does invade, only heavy financial sanctions, seemingly giving him a green light for the operation. This event will provide the west a perfect pretext to isolate Russia and blame them for the next wave of warfare the western elites are waging against their own populations.
Mark my words, soon as this Ukrainian occupation kicks off, charges of next level Biological & Cyber warfare will be leveled at the Russians that will supposedly pose an even greater existential risk than COVID-19. The alleged Bio warfare Pathogen they will supposedly release will be so powerful and so dangerous it will definitely kill us all unless we take the 4th/5th Pfizer or Moderna shots (sic). This threat will provide cover for the rising death toll yielded from the original 3 shots. Separately, the Cyber warfare vector that Klaus Schwab at the WEF has been selling for 18 months (and will now happily blame on Russian warfare) will provide the impetus for the mandating of online digital IDs that will be merged with the planned Vax IDs to enable further clampdown on both travel / physical movement, access to & transference of money, and discrimination against the Unvaxed who will be labeled as domestic terrorists & a Public Health Risk.
This message is by no means welcome, but we have to realize that the western elites are absolutely determined to exterminate their populations via injection to prevent runaway energy inflation & to therefore save their precious banks from insolvency. This points to a future scorched earth policy to ensure that there are no Vax Holdouts. With trials of denying populations access to their bank deposits based on Vax Status in Kazakhstan, it seems logical that this could easily be adopted in wider Jurisdictions to prevent ‘Terrorism’ & threats to ‘National Security’ in wake of any Viral Biological warfare fears. This could well mean even if you do have a house and you sell it to pay bills due to loss of employment, if you remain Unvaxed, they still could arguably deny you access to these funds. The reason I say this is that I believe the door could be rapidly closing for the Unvaxed to protect their assets from ultimate seizure forcing them to take the Jabs just to find work, feed themselves & stay alive. As has been the case for millennia, when Governments go rouge, the only sensible destination for protecting your assets in a lightweight, fungible, & divisible form during a time of conflict is Gold. You can literally put many hundreds of thousands of dollars in your pocket and walk out the door. This is not the case with Silver. Crypto will also fail as a destination as it is traceable, and you will still require a bank account to deposit its proceeds into before withdrawal. Gold however can be converted to Cash at many dealers without triggering agency cash reporting requirements. With gold and cash, taking your money with you is easy and far lower risk than Silver.
This coming year is not going to be one to celebrate IMO. There is a war being waged against humanity by the most wealthy and the most powerful and they are about to amp it up to the next level. It is time to adopt a personal posture of legal & financial preparedness. I’m not talking about storing supplies and running away to the bush. Notice your Government to protect yourself and your family from Government charges of offence. Read up on your Rights and understand why you have had, and always will have Legal Liberty as long as you understand who you are and how they intend to entrap you. Commence liquidating your assets and remove the funds from the banks before the middle of 2022. As is always the case, the only thing stopping you from acting is your understanding of the WHY they are doing this to us, and WHAT ultimately is at stake for the most powerful if they do nothing. (ie if they do not depopulate).
We Got This, but you must act soon."
Sunday, 16 January 2022
Saturday, 15 January 2022
Oria: An over emotional shepherd's rest
Woke up in the throes of whatever, but made it to the truncated shepherd's rest and a group of mortuary brits. Some what struggled to connect out of the mire of yesterday's olibanum compound, and the deep bruising of things old and collected in the heart. The subtle seep of hurting, that still wont quite give. After the meetup, had a delightful walk around Oria, up past bright colours, and some left open studio, of an abstract artist, to the high fortifications of falling masonry, and a wide, low brim of a view. A Map work circle of valleys. neat patches and greening shadows down below, sewn, and spread, in a vast and impressive circular arc. There was a calmness to this place where soldiers, must have watched for the approach of other territory. A simmering silence, that flowed like eddies around me. I had followed the trail upwards of a group of Spaniards , attaching to their easy happiness so obviously from out of town. A cluster of adolescent boys and girls, those usual tight knit age-mates, the ones that only ever look inwards, never seeing past their edges to whatever lurks alone. These large age groups are the norm here, they think and move as one. Uniformity, set in the sure knowledge of long acquaintance. Well woven, I observed their easy calls and interplays, the easiness of youth, before moving down the hill alone. In the belly of the town I found a small and unusually quiet place, collecting in the stones of a pretty plaza, and a large and salty looming lady of our grace. It reminded me of an Italian piazza, Michael Corleone's wife, on a quiet afternoon-ed day. Something in residence behind closed doors, something put away. That was the kind of old it had. There was a special kind of silence, here, something far more gathered, than the usual set of siestas in small obscure, out of the way places. This old plaza, with it's one eyed dog, and absence of greeting, had something unique and quiet to say. Here for a moment on a warm, step, in the quiet wind, watching the Amazon man trying after several attempts to make a difficult delivery, I sat and tried to feel my way. Letting the afternoon winter sun, sift past the threatening emergence of lost and covered things, olong paths that discreetly obscure the way. From there it was back through other places: back rides, and rough roads, that were singular but correct. Anxious cuttings, and dark sure forests, that somehow emerged in Cullar. Somewhere that I knew. From there it was, on instinct, to Mercadona, dodging old patterns, and the toilet out pourings, of the usual one way streets. People who got to know me too easy for my own good. Drawing up my bridges, and guardians; I bought kefir, and ribs, and went home to where "Judy" and a fire awaited. Next time my Olibanum compound is getting reduced by 1/3. MB
Thursday, 13 January 2022
Printing my diary
The side door was opened, to reveal a low rim of cloud over the mountain, like heavy exhaled smoke, all blues and greys. A cold wreath for a gray day. As things wept and bled, steadfastly to their closure. The world non opening to it's past, moving against logic. Mute to the consequences of harm. Unseen things are playing out. The non speaking terms of our surrender. The confining limits to come. Humanity swept up and in rebellion against it self, like some hurtling wave. Breaking against it's doom. We all gasp in one breath, one shout, one cry, our capacity swallowed all the way. So I closed the door against the cold, against answers, cries and prayers. Against the grey winding, unlooping chaos of the year. Against the bitter threat of nobody being there. This is the time of our aloneness MB
Wednesday, 12 January 2022
Any old wood/ the marriage contract+ evening music /emotional regulation.
In the afternoon I walked the river bottom, past the brutal stubs of an ever increasingly blackened graveyard of trees. The Spanish with their cruelty. The left shavings of mindless stabs at nature. Irreverence. It is like seeing rotting whale carcases, big old bleaching bones moving like gaping wounds up through the earth, with their blackened steeped tangles. They will not and cannot rot away. Instead Thrusting out in violent opposition, to whatever that was done. There is no dignity, with these deaths. They stain the earth. They indict man, with their left over hauntings. Like violator's rubble that Cant move or hide it's self. Each one of those knobbly rheumatic, hacked off fists accuse with their now blunt limbs. They lumber against the murder of their kind, and all the brutality that has been visited upon them. I walked the sand in a single line, collecting what was left. Following the march away from death. Past the gaping lines, of halting winter. A pock marked mouth, of leafless dreams, now all that 's left. I found a new way home. Some other quarter. Steep with eyeless sentries. Looking past the chaos of the river bottom, with the occasional painted crown. Rows of folly upon a censured hill. The dogs howling far off ,punctuating the climb. Ascending with the rise, past black faced inquisitive goats , behind mesh and wonder. The smell of their nature carrying with my thoughts. Back into civility, above and beyond the gloss. Back into the dainty and petite of white washed walls, and European cars, with a Japanese exhaust. These are strange people, heartless somehow. Definitely closed. Ham strung together in their clannish pride. I the outsider. Nature, even with her abrupt, cruel brutality, is the only thing that reaches me. I with my different walk. In the evening there was music and a movement of words, the last capture away from the winter. A sacred marriage contract made. The start of a commitment. The night Crowned with the wood that I had carried up from the bottom. Dead, old boned Wood that burned to fire. MB
Monday, 10 January 2022
Saturday, 8 January 2022
Friday, 7 January 2022
The original greatest of all time /red crocs and Baza's own Guggenheim.
I grew up, on huggy bears and pimps, and goons and felons. That was all Movie-TV land would ever let a black men be in the 60's and 70's. Some where between a menace and a bumbling, failing, hopeless disaster of a slave. Until Sidney Poitier came along. Sidney Poitier with his agency, dignity, regal intelligence, sovereignty, power and class. Sidney Poitier dared to look movie-TV land in the eye. Unashamedly, uncompromisingly and unflinchingly equal . Sidney Poitier changed EVERYTHNG! Rest in glory my brother. MB
https://www2.bfi.org.uk/news-opinion/news-bfi/lists/sidney-poitier-10-essential-films
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Thursday, 6 January 2022
Wednesday, 5 January 2022
Tuesday, 4 January 2022
Being absolutely excoriated and decimated by whatever is coming in through the walls/ new bed set up.
"Don’t engage in a discussion about your morals, your character or YOU. You’re defending your rights not your morals. You’re arguing for women not for yourself. Don’t let it get personal, the second you reply in defence of yourself eg “I’m not phobic” all you do is show a weakness that you care what people think of you and they will exploit that to the point where you find that you’re arguing that you’re not a transphobe rather than arguing that women deserve to be recognised as a real class of people separate from men." Amanda Ciudat
Monday, 3 January 2022
Saturday, 1 January 2022
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