In the past week, I wrote two articles – “High Noon” and “The Second Scenario: World Finances” – which, unknown to me at the time, made the confrontation between the Light and the dark become real for me.
The whole discussion, I see now, was only abstract for me before. But, somewhere in the course of writing those two pieces, it became real.
Synchronistically, earlier this evening, I watched Michael Moore’s “Capitalism: A Love Story” – twice. If the shift had not happened a few days before, it would have happened watching that film.
“High Noon” affected me because I renewed my acquaintance with Gen. Gene Renuart and NORTHCOM, an acquaintance I had made while writing about 9/11 in 2007. Gen. Renuart is one of the evil geniuses behind 9/11 and the subsequent plan to take over my country, Canada, through provisions of the “Security and Prosperity Partnership” – what a misnomer!
I wager that he also worked hard to produce a second 9/11 and martial law. Those attempts, as I understand it, have failed.
“The Second Scenario” affected me because I saw that there was not, and never could be, a recovery plan from the derivatives megabubble. It was so huge that I simply can not see a way out.
Suddenly all the discussion moved from being “wouldn’t it be nice if” to “my God, we’re sinking.”
Watching Moore’s pictures of all the streets filled with boarded-up houses this evening would have had the same impact.
So now I feel uncomfortable in my own skin, like a cat on a hot tin roof. I feel like shouting and shaking everyone I see. “Wake up! Wake up! Can’t you see what they are trying to do to us?”
I’ve made a nuisance of myself with various friends, suddenly shifting from coolish to disturbed.
Why are we acting as if it’s business as usual? What are the world’s leaders doing moving the chairs around on the deck of the Titanic? Is anyone awake?
On the one hand, I feel I need for a vacation from all this stress. On the other hand, if I took a vacation, I would be madly writing anyways. I’m trapped in this need to communicate without knowing more fully what I need or want to say.
I cannot believe the extent of evil in the world at the present time. I cannot believe the extremes that people are going to to harm their fellows, even though I know, at the same time, others are extending their hands in loving compassion.
Oh, when will this nightmare end for all of us in the world? Previously I harbored the faintest hope that the Developed World was helping the South. Now I see that the “Developed” World is pre-occupied with harming its own citizens. The South has never been anything but a resource base to exploit for them.
How can I reach out to lightworkers and what is it I need to say? We must come together at this time. We must join hands and release our love for one another. We must unite and say “no!” to those who would exploit and oppress others.
We must honour those “white knights” among us who are beating back the dark, lone voices that they are. We have to get behind honest politicians like the Obamas, Marcy Kaptur, Ron Paul, Denis Kucinich, Bernie Sanders, and the handful of others in Congress who are holding back the tide of evil.
How can I help in this uprising? What can I do to ignite a peaceful revolution of love and light?