World Freedom Convoys – Feb. 13, 2022 -3 – Focus on Australia and New Zealand

I haven’t seen any videos yet on the Super Bowl.

We’re committed to the New World Order (NWO) stepping down from all positions of power worldwide and the introduction of the G/NESARA abundance and political reforms.

The plan already exists to create a New Earth once the danger from the NWO ceases. For this to happen, the world has to wake up to the peril it faces. The Freedom Convoys are an important instrument in waking people up.

They’re also showing the people of the planet that we can organize as a globe to take effective action for the public good. And that we won’t allow those organizations to be corrupted again, as they have been. The truckers convoys are for the public good of the entire planet.

We invite folks around the world to use social media to organize and make their voices heard. No, you’re not a trucker, but truckers have given you this opportunity.

My main source of information will be Telegram.

Allow Tweets up to a minute to open. Almost all have videos that take time to load

“Now is the Time”: European General Strike called for Feb. 21, 2022

Newsweek looks at protests around the world

Thousands in Canberra protest COVID-19 vaccine mandates | ABC News

Notes:

ABC News: Thousands of demonstrators have once again taken to the streets of Canberra to protest against a number of issues, including COVID-19 vaccine mandates

Sack Them All! Canberra Protest, Feb. 11

New Zealanders chant for freedom

Partying in Wellington: Protests grow after police draw back

Leo’s New Zealand Report, Feb. 12, 2022

It certainly has been a wild ride in Wellington over the past few days. On Thursday I witnessed police brutality beyond anything in my 50 years as an adult in this country. After 1pm I left the site while I could still contain my rage, the wisest path for an old style martial artist in a broken body. On arriving home then seeing the ‘naked girl dragged by her hair’ episode I finally reached palpable traumatism.

The subsequent chatter after those events is immersed in confusion, some know it was a 14 year old girl who was dragged by the hair while peacefully seated and losing her attire in the assault. Some say there were two women, the second a few years older who was led away. I cannot comment as I have not yet found the fortitude to watch the videos.

My friends up Himatangi way say a few months back one of their daughter’s friends applied for a position as a Crisis Actor in Wellington, evidently this protest was anticipated. The girl wouldn’t have a bar of it, but it according to the chatter some 30 crisis actors were indeed ‘arrested’ but never made it to the slammer. Today I see fresh images of undercover cops buying stuff to fit in to the crowd, it seems agitators are busy creating mayhem in spite of the leaders and elders trying to instil calm.

Alcohol and violence are not welcomed at this protest and everybody is very calm. But the public toilets in the nearby railway station were closed to the public due to vandalism, also closed was the pedestrian tunnel to the bus station nearer parliament. These places would have provided welcome respite for the sea of individuals who had gone from several sweltering summer days to gale force southerlies today.

The protesters are camping on the lawns of parliament. During the early days these were predominantly women and children and old blokes like I, with numerous babies. A few days ago the petulant nincompoops turned on the lawn sprinklers through the night, and next night had blaring music until 11pm.

These are the people making decisions for the current and future generations.

The three large opulent buildings comprising the New Zealand Parliament would have offered real shelter to the tens of thousands of protesters during the storm that just went through. But ingress was instead prevented, by officials wearing masks of submission, arrayed as though they are at war.

This area is known as the seat of parliament, but what I saw today invites me to refine that down to a less general anatomical structure.

This weekend has seen the arrival of a great many new folk, some from the other end of the North Island. As a pensioner I have a store of mathoms and historic treasures, and as an ex biker many of these suit outdoor camping and survival. So I gave away much today.

Also I provided a thermos of hot sweet tea to the women running the first aid tent. Initially they were too humble to accept it but their eyes betrayed need and that tea never had a chance to get cold.

I approached a young man wearing a makeshift plastic raincoat and handed him a light plastic garment which I’d bought in Atlanta, Georgia, last millenium. This garment had proved ideal as a portable raincoat when I lived in my Akatarawa cabin in the hills so I knew full well its worth, and his ragged weariness was clear.

But it took persuasion to get the lad to accept it. He didn’t take long to don it and the joy he felt glowed from his face. He insisted he would pay for it, to which I told him he would indeed make payment, for one day he would be an old bugger like me. That kid teared up and hugged me like he was my own son.

My boots and clothes were wet through by now, so I started drifting back to my car. The adults I encountered today were among the most beautiful creatures I have spoken to on my winding path on this planet.

Oh they tended to look away when a longhaired old bloke wearing a leather jacket and a tie came near, but as soon as I began talking the smiles and laughter from them would have made the Angels sing. I met two magnificent brothers from Tauranga, they said their mum had been here since the start but the video on Thursday was enough to bring them straight down here.

I had a similar experience meeting a lightworker down from Auckland, a tall bloke named Rik. We walked together a ways and soon became friends. He was having difficulty managing the muddy ground in his bare feet and asked if I knew where to buy gumboots, to which I replied that I didn’t really know Wellington that well.

I wasn’t really being truthful, I don’t know gumboots that well. Old bikers prefer leather boots. But I offered to drive him to to get some, and that man seemed mighty pleased at the prospect of sitting in a warm old car. We finally found a place out Porirua way that had an oversize pair, so with happy feet I returned Rik to parliament. I refused his offer to pay me cash for the petrol, the friendship was more than ample recompense.

Rik gifted me with a most beautiful distinction, which I shall forever cherish in my treasure bag of hope and fire:

The definition of Compassion; a Compass for your Passion.

If the 5D world after ascension holds Maori men and women such as I met today, we have much to look forward to.

All the more reason to sow the seeds of compassion in the fields of loathing which the vermin have tilled in my heart.

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