The #FreedomMovement BROKE THE SET on Saturday — with 3 million marchers, and a 7.5 tonne curtain side truck as a DeejayBoothe and dance podium, parked on Haymarket, South of Piccadilly.
Police watched, like white-muzzled ghosts, on street corners, helpless amid the millions of revellers and protestors determined to restore freedom after the 3 week curve flattening became a year-long, designer assault on liberty. MetPolice bosses must have been concerned for the safety of their outnumbered officers for, while freedom crowds were characteristically peaceful, the sheer scale of the protest would have been impossible to police had any trouble started. The blame for that lies with Boris Johnson, Priti Patel, and the World Economic Forum’s Klaus Schwab.
And, with vote swinging numbers already present, another 3 fold increase next month will have a real chance of bringing down this cowardly, evil government: besuited traitors to truth, freedom and humanity.
Hanging on one spot in Oxford Street, the procession took over an hour to pass.
This was huge.
If we multiply it by three, focussing on human and business rights, and government accountability and decentralised, honest science, we will win.
From behind news anchor desks, and in professional suits, with contemporary, Blairite received pronounciaiton, the oppressive engine of the dictatorship lies in the coercion of language and weaponised media.
At first, we can’t quite believe it. The people we are used to trusting, and obeying over the basics of western law, aside from which we are free, have suddenly changed the rules, imposed pointless, draconian punishments on disputed grounds, and ploughed on regardless of more and more debunking information, and more and more protest.
It was the shock and confusion, as much as the fear, which took us aback and made us obey. Our subconscious felt the sinister mismatch between announcement and reality.
But it came in a language we thought we trusted. So we didn’t feel sure enough to act. Motivated by the very substance of the coup — illogical, draconian laws that scared us — we delayed protest against it, so huge were the implications for growing, worldwide despotism, backed by the UK gov.
Our denial confirmed our fear.
As the internet exposed the coup, the desperate authorities went for broke, with signs and public address announcements designed for the final lap of dictatorship imposition: ‘You SHOULD shop alone’, ‘You MUST wear a face covering’. The deference of Atlanticist customer service vanished to complement Boris Johnson’s outrageous entitled, blustering despotism with rhetorically aggressive command forms of language, that went for the throat of freedom.
They sought to subdue in one move: they had too, as a slower process would have woken more people.
Now, those people are waking anyway.
To restore general freedom, let’s make Saturday’s 3 milllion march a 10 million march! That is realistic by the end of the summer. A conga that size willl bring this government down, and — with it — the heart of the New World Order.
Britain’s ruling class has changed its image but kept its behaviour the same.
The crusty, pre-60s establishment has morphed to the fake Progressive Globalism of corporations, bankers, Royals and, in the words of Heiku, their ‘missionary capitalism’: an instrument, like corrupted religion, of bespoke false reality to suit its authors, with which the corporation owners manipulate markets and contracts with the public, using the #CovidClimateCon aka #CCC. They disguise their theft and dictatorship as an environmental and technological enlightenment.
The above-mentioned groups have continued the process of centralising power, which — as Peter Hitchens noted recently — has been an observable trend since 1914 and the start of the First World War.
1914 was also one year after the official formation of the Federal Reserve, in a secret meeting, with the explicit yet sinister aim of stifling banking competition by declaring and lending non-existent money — as chronicled in Edward G. Griffin’s book, ‘The Creature from Jekyll Island’.
This marked America’s recapture by Britain’s Bank of England, and the Crown, in a seismic power grab by established power, that maintained the class system for secure compartmentalization of its controlling niche, within which its customs were a protectionist code, to block others’ freedom.
The cabal was born.
!?! ARE YOU READY TO PARTY !?!
Britain needs a revolution. It needs a written, Republican constitution, and a general civic awareness of power and rights. If people believed in their sacred selves and liberty, that belief would override government coups.
It would strengthen the spine against breath-clamping mask laws, and the evil invasiveness of infantilising PA announcements in shops, and on the tube.
When Boston had its famous tea party, it actively refused authority’s organised crime: theft, in the form of tax. Thus, the people made government crime fail — and stopped its being repeated.
The people made their life, and living, from thought: not from obedience to government, but from understanding of the universe. With such a critical collective consciousness, Boris Johnson’s technique of having outrageous, fascist rules accepted by announcing them in a sober tone of voice would fail.
And legal civic occupation — as of common land by the Lovedown movement — would succeed, backed by physical support from concerned and informed citizens.
As people awake, not just to the Covid hoax, but also to their addiction to corrupt bread and circuses — engendered by blackmailers who then controlled them by withdrawing the drug for use as bargaining chip — they know that freedom is impossible to steal without consent.
The will power that withholds that consent comes from self-worth, and confidence in the divine right to independent connection with God, unmediated by self-interested third parties.
Kate Shemirani’s speech at Westminster Magistrate’s Court fused science, law, humanity and the spirit, in one call to this world’s people that shone with the coherence of impassioned urgency.
It exposed evil with the power of good’s truth-borne emotional literacy, and put freedom — and triumphant salvation — in our hands.
!!! OUR FACES CONNECT !!!
I call you when I need you; when my heart’s on fire. You come to me, run through me, wild and wired!
You squeeze me free — which is everything we need!
Give me lives, borne through contact, to beam real world from dreams! Feel the language of love, so we are what it means:
it’s never wrong — hug my soul, and make it strong!
Our faces connect; shining the love we reflect and relay, as a web of one, of everyone we’ve ever met!
I’m struck from your heart: wrought by every word you say! Be distanced by dark? Babe, I would rather be dead. In your breath, flows shared life of the night and the day! In your smile dimples feeling, touching heart, unafraid!
Just as long as I’m here in your arms, I could be in no better place.
Our faces connect; shining the love we reflect and relay, as a web of one, of everyone we’ve ever met!
I’m struck from your heart: wrought by every word you say! Be distanced by dark? Babe, I would rather be dead.
Each time we touch, your pulse caresses my soul, and draws me tall with strength of deep belief in my rôle to share self-love with others, through the freedom of light! Oh, babe, we are right!
Our faces connect; shining the love we reflect, and relay, as a web of one, of everyone we’ve ever met!
I’m struck from your heart: wrought by every word you say! Be distanced by dark? Babe, I would rather be dead!
We connect.
TINA TURNER ORIGINAL
Simply the Best
I call you when I need you When my heart’s on fire You come to me, come to me Wild and wired
You come to me, Give me everything I need
Give me a lifetime of promises And a world of dreams Speak the language of love Like you know what it means
It can’t be wrong Take my heart and make it strong, baby
You’re simply the best Better than all the rest Better than anyone Anyone I’ve ever met I’m stuck on your heart I hang on every word you say Tear us apart Baby, I would rather be dead
In your heart I see the start Of every night and every day In your eyes I get lost I get washed away
Just as long as I’m here in your arms I could be in no better place
You’re simply the best Better than all the rest Better than anyone Anyone I’ve ever met I’m stuck on your heart I hang on every word you say Tear us apart, no, no, no Baby, I would rather be dead
Each time you leave me I start losing control You’re walking away with my heart and my soul I can feel you even when I’m alone, Oh, baby, don’t let go!
You’re the best Better than all the rest Better than anyone Anyone I’ve ever met I’m stuck on your heart I hang on every word you say Tear us apart, no, no Baby, I would rather be dead
I got my Covid Vaccine — thought I would get flight on time! But blocked me still from zone so red; was the summer of fix-and-fine!
Meeting up — some guys from school: had a band that was lockdown-barred! Song was stopped by police who harried healthy people to have test for SARS!
And when I look back now, they wanted to lockdown forever — removing everybody’s voice so diktat could reset to sever everybody’s freedom from their life!
Ain’t no use in complaining — Let’s go out and stop the ruse! Spent my weekends busting the lying on Facebook and in Hyde Park too … yeah!
Rallying in Oxford Street, we knew that THEY were in this together — but we felt the strength to stand and to share the truth, untethered: that was the best way back to life!
Oh yeah … hacked in the summer of #FixAndFine
Man, they were killing lives, we were numb and helpless: we trusted them — so blind!
We thought this couldn’t last forever … forever!
But now the minds are changing wondering what the hell’s gone wrong — How did three weeks become a year — with flights banned and right to party gone! Now we fight for our freedom and the light!
Oh yeah … hacked in the summer of fix-and-fine It was the summer of fix-and-fine
Oh yeah — we defied crazy rules’ fix-and-fine Ohhh!
It was the summer … the summer … the summer of fix-and-fine
BRYAN ADAMS ORIGINAL
I got my first real six-string Bought it at the five-and-dime Played it ’til my fingers bled Was the summer of ’69
Me and some guys from school Had a band and we tried real hard. Jimmy quit, Jody got married I should’ve known we’d never get far
Oh, when I look back now That summer seemed to last forever And if I had the choice Yeah, I’d always wanna be there Those were the best days of my life
Ain’t no use in complainin’ When you’ve got a job to do Spent my evenings down at the drive-in And that’s when I met you, yeah
Standin’ on your mama’s porch You told me that you’d wait forever Oh, and when you held my hand I knew that it was now or never Those were the best days of my life
Oh, yeah! Back in the summer of ’69, oh.
Man we were killin’ time We were young and restless We needed to unwind I guess nothin’ can last forever, forever, no! yeah!
And now the times are changin’ Look at everything that’s come and gone Sometimes when I play that old six-string I think about you, wonder what went wrong
Standin’ on your mama’s porch You told me that it’d last forever Oh, and when you held my hand I knew that it was now or never Those were the best days of my life
Oh, yeah! Back in the summer of ’69, oh. It was the summer of ’69, oh, yeah. Me and my baby in ’69, oh. It was the summer, the summer, the summer of ’69, yeah.
They lie to frighten. They say keep calm and cry on. They say loved ones will die, to frighten more and create demand for prison.
They announce House Arrest, shocking and hypnotizing. Their #NewNormal slogan passes a #LifeSentence — driving us to believe their assurance of 3 weeks (or was it 12).
We sleepwalk a tense nightmare.
But the stats are flawed — and the blogosphere shows 90% of deaths in those seriously ill from other causes, merely included on the pretext of being ‘with Covid’. Believing this is scary — and drives us back to trusting government to reopen, even if they were wrong.
A month later, a slow reopening is reversed to more lockdown. This is despite Sweden’s unlocked success — and PCR tests 91% #FalsePositive. The government have the option of opening.
But they don’t take it. They go against all logic, humanity and the libertarian mainstream media in #TheDailyTelegraph, and the lockdown again.
And again after Christmas. And, with half the population vaccinated, they ban holidays (which took place last year) making post-vax life less free than pre-vax life — already.
US military website Deagle.com predicts a 70% fall in the US population by 2025. What makes them so sure? And why are vaccines for a 99.9% survival condition being forced with draconian and ridiculous measures, while media has been weaponised with Covid hypnosis for a year. See link below.
