Month: September 2022

Breaking It Down

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One economy, one language, one currency, one religion. One world government. The new world order. Sounds very much like an imperial empire strategy, not one of peace and harmony. But either way, that is what they appear to be shooting for, one step at a time. To bring everyone together in their ‘vision for the future’, it’s been observed they are trying to break and destroy what was and what is in place for a stable, normal life. Instead, we now have threat after threat, doom shoved down your throat on a daily basis, as well as just standard propaganda and manipulation. Covered in my article It seems an attack. Mostly by way of a screen I might add, without being on the internet or watching TV, you would be hard pressed to notice anything had changed at all and in no way would have ‘seen a pandemic’. Same people walking around, same changeable weather, no-one really seems to be noticing, unless you are plugged in to the ‘world wide web’. Because we wouldn’t be able to maintain this level of input ourselves without it being streamlined for us, and fed to us in bitesize chunks, so that we can’t quite take it all in, but enough to do its job. To brew and fester, being topped up regularly with new doses of drama, ridiculousness and impending trauma. They know just how much is too much, before complete sensory overload and nothing gets in. So, it is drip fed to us, in stages and at the right time for maximum effect. It’s also a good scatter technique, being that there are so many leads and points of interest to follow, it dilutes the group who may otherwise be focused on one problem. Because not everyone can multitask or handle multiple problems and issues at once. A great line in the film Volcano, where Anne Heche (rest her soul), and Tommy Lee Jones are working it all out and she is trying to describe geological things to him, and he says ‘I can only fight what I can see’. It struck a chord with me then, and does now. Some people do only have the ability to deal with what is happening, not what will happen, others can focus on the will happen, and deal with the now. It’s varies greatly from person to person, as we see around us.

Because we now have constant access to news and information, they can and do use events and affairs abroad to be a distraction too as well as the ones at home they want you to know about. Back in the day not so long ago, you had to go to a library, or a bookshop, or ask someone if you wanted to know something. When a large event happened, you had to wait for either the 6 or the 10 o’clock news to inform you. Or the next day. Waiting for the newspapers to let you know the details, if they ever did. Now we can check on so much, so quickly, sensory overload is happening on a daily basis, and most of us actually do it willingly. Taking in thousands of images and words, ideas and opinions day by day, scrolling, skimming, checking, sharing, thinking. But what is it all for? Why do we feel the need for all this input and subsequent output it creates? They have designed AI around the human brain, so maybe we take so well to algorithms because we already were one. Seamlessly assimilating with technology and computers because we have the same set up with circuitry, mental wiring, hardware and software and processing centres. So, did they just take that bit from humans and recreate it, using AI as the cover to create half a human, the logical, cold, sterile half without heart, or compassion or feeling. Just lights and clockwork. Or is that what they would prefer we were, and that is why they try to quell what is human about us and disrupt, medicate and confuse what they call ‘The Human Condition’, as if what makes us human is what they are trying to ‘cure and control’.

It is now a coordinated effort by many institutions, organisations and foundations to change all societies as much as they can, taking out various hubs of infrastructure piece by piece to collapse the system. And make no mistake, they will already have their fully stocked and powered retreats and hideaways once they pull the plug on everyone else. They will be keeping fuel for themselves, then rationing it for you, same for food, water, money, resources, skills etc. If they just turned the lights out and walked off into the distance, we would all be fine. We would go back to a basic standard, regroup and sort ourselves out, but we aren’t in that position. They are poisoning our waterways, destroying agriculture and large parts of natural habitats, bringing and herding thousands of random people from their own countries into others, who no doubt are for strategic purposes. Because when the handouts suddenly stop for them, and they will, the crime rate will understandably increase, as it will within the native populations, because they are taking away peoples means to survive. Forcing it to move to a survival instinct phase.

Now, why would you want to destroy people’s fresh water, food, housing, education, finances, stability and safety? Sounds like a real time systematic breakdown of societies, but without everyone noticing all at once. Like I said above, they have so many areas being attacked at once, we can’t fight them on all fronts. I tried to convey this in my article It was a piece at a time, trying to highlight how they get in your life and under your skin so insidiously most didn’t notice when the process started. The politicians are facilitating this at every turn, so expecting them to ever be on the side of the people is folly, and the few who are allowed to say something, sure as hell aren’t allowed to do anything about it. They caused this and are helping to hasten it, and maybe it is unavoidable now, it’s gone too far and too much damage has been done to the people and what was a standard way of life – mentally, medically and economically. The wheels are set in motion for a showdown between the people and the authorities, they push for it at every turn and would want nothing more than for it to escalate. And I look at all these extra newcomers to the island being shown on the news and internet, and half of me sees them as in invading force as others have said, waiting for their signal to wreck havoc but the other half of me sees them as reinforcements. That they too have been used and forsaken, only needed as cannon fodder and bait, as someone always inevitably ends up being. But if people could come together and really see that it is a human way of life that is under attack, then maybe we could all be human and fight for it.

They’ve worked very hard over the years to dumb people down, distract them and supress or discourage natural instincts at every turn, so it’s not an easy task, this I understand. And now they are pulling the rug out from under people, after they firmly affixed it there, pretending they will offer you a ‘new, safer, more secure’ rug, just over there. In the form of digital debt and enslavement. By way of meters, monitors and biometric technology, to be further introduced into our lives by way of mandate, regulations, laws and rules. Talking about slowly phasing out people as part of the daily process other than as a consumer, and replacing human interactions with machines, cameras, checkpoints and credits for most normal things. For kids at school, for people shopping, working, socialising, driving etc. They would like to control it all. Why do they want, and appear to need to be so ingrained and intertwined with every aspect of each person’s life? It’s very creepy and extremely sinister, and we would all do well to start making other plans, outside and away from that odd little future they want us all to be a part of…

(c) K Wicks

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A Short Walk (short story)

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As halloween seaon is now upon us, thought I would share another one of my short stories from my latest release – A short walk and other dark short stories, if you fancy a little creepy read at all.

A Short Walk

Moving day had arrived. It had been coming for what seemed like an age, but now it was here, Sadie felt as though there had been no warning. The alarm clock going off at 6am cutting through her sleep like an air raid siren. Dramatic, confusing and seemingly louder than any other morning, almost terrifying her out of bed. A long day stretched ahead.

It was almost lunchtime before the first van load was ready. Half open boxes and packing wrap strewn everywhere, why hadn’t she hadn’t finished this all before today? It seemed like only a few things left to pack, but once those few drawers, and cupboards, and extra trinkets were out and piled up, it seemed like a whole room full. Luckily it was a move to slightly bigger apartment, and this time it was a ground floor one, so no stairs at the other end!

Soon enough everything was done, only the large furniture and those extra boxes left until tomorrow when help would arrive. Until then, it was just what wasn’t too heavy for her to carry, stack and unload herself. New keys in pocket, old keys in hand, she closed the door on her old apartment and headed for the new one. The basics of a bed and table were already there, so at least she would be able to enjoy her first night after unpacking the essentials. It would be nice to have a bit more space where she was going, it was an old converted red-brick Victorian hospital, had high ceilings and tall windows allowing light to stream into the rooms. Now just called Hillsford Grange. It was hard to see how it was ever a hospital with such a grand feel about it, ornate looking solder or metal work at the tops of the windows. Curling round and back in on itself in a swirly motion, a very small gap between one swirl and the next, but looking continuous. Even though it was a recent refurbishment, the property had been derelict for a few decades before renovations and a number of older features had been retained. It was part of the charm of why she wanted to move there, as well as the sprawling gardens and it being only a short distance from the river.

She pulled up and got out of the van, and was surprised at how different the building looked on a grey day. Even though it was late afternoon in Spring, it was damp and chilly and the colour of the sky dulled the redness of the building somewhat, giving it a darker appearance. It all looked quite bleak in this light, not nearly as bright and inviting as Sadie’s first visit. She shivered and realised the damp was starting to seep into her jumper and down her neck. She would have a proper walk around later she thought, for now it was backwards and forwards with boxes.

It was an hour that felt like four, and by the end it her muscles felt like it had been twelve. The whole day and excitement of moving catching up with her. There was a pile of neatly stacked boxes to unpack tomorrow after the rest of the stuff got here. The bed was made, a few kitchen things out and it would just be a peanut butter sandwich for dinner, even if there had been real food in the house, she couldn’t be bothered to cook anyway. The need for a shower and pyjamas beckoned, but at least she could have a cup of tea and relax after that.

It could only have been about ten to fifteen minutes until she was back in the living room again about to put the kettle on, when she could see something seemed out of place. The boxes that were neatly stacked, weren’t quite so neatly arranged anymore. The corner boxes jutted out slightly and one box had clean moved off the top and was placed next to the stack. She wasn’t quite sure what to make of it, everything else was where it should be. She tried to think back to before the shower, maybe she hadn’t picked up that final box like the thought, and maybe she had nudged a corner on her way past which moved the other boxes out of place? She was tired, so could have easily been that she thought.

Shortly after a cup of tea and a quiet moment enjoying her new place, Sadie was tucked into her new bed in the almost empty room save for that one piece of furniture she was on. The busyness of the day ran through her head as she drifted off to sleep, and of the next day, more moving and unpacking to come. Soon dreams of removals vans and rooms swam through her mind, of jumble sales and bags of clothes, back-alley markets and furniture. It was kind of nice, walking through the tables of goods, thinking what might look nice in her new residence. Suddenly the dream changed location and she was no longer outside looking at stalls, but inside. They were lined up along the wall of a long corridor, very similar to the new apartment building. High ceilings and lots of rooms, but here they didn’t have any doors, and the walls were painted an off yellow colour. It didn’t look very appealing at all, but seemed fitting for a jumble sale location. Like the old churches and community centres that used to have them when she was a child.

As she neared where it looked to be a bigger room ahead, an invisible hand grabbed her arm and started moving her towards one of the rooms. She tried to turn around to see who had interrupted her path, but couldn’t turn around or adjust her position. Her elbow was in a vice like grip, locking her shoulder in place and making it hard to even keep walking properly. She yanked her arm away from whatever it was holding it, and instantly woke up having thumped her arm against the wall. Given the position she found herself in, it seemed that her arm got wedged between the bed and the wall, and now was throbbing where she had been trapped and was now free.

Falling back to sleep wasn’t as easy the second time round, her shoulder ached and each time a dream started it would very quickly end up being in the old hospital. She woke up countless times feeling agitated and trapped, wanting to be anywhere else but within the long halls, or finding herself wandering around the almost dark basement. Only knowing it was the hospital still as the walls were the same ageing yellow and it kept repeating every time she drifted back off into sleep.

Finally, there were no dreams and all was quiet for Sadie for the rest of the night. Soon enough though, the birds started chirping and the first signs of morning began to creep through the curtains. The alarm wasn’t due to go off for another hour, but after such a terrible night’s sleep, she was grateful for it being morning. And the first one in her new place, so quickly the thoughts of last night were cast aside, and the focus moved to getting the kettle on and preparing for another day of moving.

It was another tiring morning, even more so with not having enough sleep, but the hired help were friendly and efficient, doing all the heavy lifting and getting the van ready before midday. It was only short drive to the new place, and after an hour all the furniture was in and she had even talked them into moving it all into place for her. Well, talked them into it with a better tip than they would have got. Closing the door, Sadie turned round to face the mess. It looked so different from yesterday, all clear and airy. Now it seemed heaped and jumbled, like a store room. There was so much to be done to turn it into a home. She felt exhausted and decided a quick nap would be a better idea, just to get a bit of energy to tackle the mammoth task ahead.

It wasn’t a restful slumber at all, images of basements and jumble sales again, long corridors, people and noises. Strange faraway noises in the background of it all, almost like wailing or intermittent screams. Sadie snapped out of her nap on the sofa, sitting up and looking around the room, still sure she could hear the noises, fading away, but not quite gone. Maybe one of the other apartments had a television on that she could hear, you didn’t know how much noise came from other places until you moved in. But generally, so far, the place had been as quiet as a morgue. Sadie shuddered at that thought, suddenly realising that this having had been a hospital, then there would have actually been a morgue here. She hoped it wasn’t where her room was! Most of the layout was the same as the original building, they had just redone all the interior and tidied it up. Creating large apartments from a number of rooms, and making use of the previous large hall to put a gym, not that it appeared to get much use.

The atmosphere of the place seemed to get heavier as the day went on and evening drew close. Maybe a storm was coming, the weather had been funny for days and couldn’t seem to make up its mind if it was Spring, and was clinging onto winter, interchanging from one day to the next. By the time the sun dipped below the treeline, most of the place was sorted, main boxes unpacked and the rooms now looked as though someone lived there. Lamps on, curtains drawn, books on the shelves and rugs on the floors gave it the finishing personal touches it needed to feel like home.

But after bedtime was a different story. Another night of strange dreams, and the next night, and the next after that. Each time a bit more creepy and vivid, wandering the halls of the hospital, trying to get out of the basement with the worry of it being the morgue and she wouldn’t ever get out. Huge pipes were down there and laundry baskets getting her way as she tried to see through the dull light cast from the few grubby bulbs. It was rusty and damp down there, no windows and steam coming from the piped making visibility even worse. It was almost a relief to not find herself down there the following night, instead seemingly confined to the upper areas on the building. There were people around her, but no-one saw her or was aware she was there, or each other it seemed. Each body just randomly going through the motions of their role.

It was tiring. Each morning was like pulling yourself from thick mud, heavy legs and eyes that she just couldn’t shake and spending most the first part of the day yawning and trying to get motivated. It didn’t work and by mid afternoon it felt like it was bedtime again already. How did the days just seem to haze by like that? It was starting to feel that the days were becoming as dreamy as the nights. Another night of dreaming that started same as the last, the same nightly wander around the hospital, surrounded by empty people ignorant of each other aimlessly going about their routine. There was something so sad about them all, shuffling or just standing around, purposeless and lost. A wave of dizziness came over Sadie and she made her way back to her room, or where she thought it was. Because it wasn’t there anymore, the old layout had replaced it and there was a small bedroom now where her kitchen had been, and three more rooms down from it which she figured must be the living room and her actual bedroom. She didn’t know what to do so just sat on the bed, hoping she would just wake up and make this creepy grubby place go away.

She must have drifted off in the small dingy room as the next thing she knew, she was being woken and sat up by two women. Her brain was so foggy she couldn’t properly make out who they were, or why they were in her room.

“Come on Miss, no fighting now, we’re just going for a short walk”.

She tried to turn round to look at who the voice was coming from. Who would be calling her Miss? Why were there people in her room? Where was her room?

“Where are you taking me? Who are you?”.

She finally found her voice, but it sounded so small and weak, the words barely came out.

“Who are we? You are funny. We’re just going for a short walk, you come along now”.

She didn’t know why, but the words ‘A Short Walk’ filled her with dread and she tried to pull her arms away from the women. But she had no strength and could only think about thrashing out and running away from them.

They chuckled between themselves as they stood Sadie up.

“Looks like the milk worked then, don’t know why we didn’t think of that years ago, hurry up, we need to get this done before rounds”.

She didn’t know what they meant, what rounds? What milk? Where were they taking her? All these questions and more continued to swirl through her mind as she was taken on the short walk although it was more like being dragged between the two women as her feet didn’t seem capable of the simple one step two step needed to walk. Soon they had reached the river and Sadie’s throat tightened as she realised what they were going to do. She wished so much she has strength to fight them off, to shout or to scream and save herself. But she couldn’t, instead only being able to be there as an empty shell, like the other inhabitants.

“Come on Margaret, we haven’t got all night. It’s your turn to hold this one down, get in”.

With Margaret in the water, Sadie felt a big shove in her back and forward she fell, seeing the sinister face Margaret waiting for her as she hit the water. She woke up gasping for air, back on her bed and in her new apartment. Her eyes quickly darting around making sure everything was where it should be, she was where she should be. And she was, but she was wet. Her hair, her skin and bedclothes, all completely soaked, but her bed and duvet were dry. She shivered, that dream had been terrifying and so real, she felt like she was going mad. But at the same time, she knew she wasn’t, there was something else going on here.

She started her computer and searched for Hillsford Grange Hospital. But it turned out that isn’t quite what the building had been originally built for. Firstly, it had been Hillsford Grange Lunatic Asylum, right up until the 1950’s when they had rebranded it and changed the name. Sadie continued reading about the history of the place, the residents, the experiments, the ‘treatments’ used. There had been big fire, multiple accidents and incidents over the years, but two things made Sadie stop and her blood run cold. A picture of the Matron and her assistant. She didn’t even need to check the names to know the assistant was called Margaret. The second thing was in the list of incidents, as there was one in particular for a young woman, who apparently drowned accidently. In fact, as she read the list, there were a strangely high number of people young and old, male and female that appeared to meet their end in the river by ‘accidently’ drowning.

It was heart-breaking to think no-one knew what had really happened, that instead of it being a mental asylum, instead it became the murder asylum. She shivered at the thought and memory of her own experience, even though it was just a dream, it felt like more. She felt like this was now her purpose, to do something and make sure people knew what had happened there, and that someone would finally be able to lay these ghosts to rest and they could find peace.

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Money, But Not As You Know It

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It’s being called digital money, but let’s be honest, that isn’t what it really is. Cash used to be money and for now still is, but they are trying to phase that out, because with it comes freedoms they do not want us to have. My other articles covering this include Cash buys freedom, which goes into that in more detail, as well as Do you want to be monitored? looking at their angle of monitoring, but it all ties in to this. One currency to rule them all.

So, what of the new currency they want to rule the world with. One currency suits them just fine, and one which is monitorable and controllable at every second of every waking moment. Sounds a tad excessive and obsessive, but hey, they are going to try and do it anyway it seems.

The main points of issue many people have are as follows – your digital currency will be linked to a social credit score, as they have so conveniently been showing us through little vids here and there from China. They don’t like what you say, no spend. Don’t like how you think or where you go, no spend. No travel, no food, no life. Sounds idyllic, doesn’t it?

They have also announced it will have an expiry date, again how convenient, for them to push the Consumerism gravy train, forcing people to spend, earn more credits, comply and behave to retain or be able to ‘spend’ those credits, play their games to get the credits. But they can take away your credits if they so choose. Like snakes and ladders I guess, but with your life, time and ‘money’. Again, what about that sounds appealing I don’t know. So far, I haven’t heard one benefit to the actual people it effects on a massive scale. Only enslavement and control. The benefits are for those who make great profits at your expense, and fund a lifestyle that they have grown rather accustomed to, and require your compliance and acceptance of this new regime for them to stay as they are. In control, giddy with power and getting more monstrous by the day. Absolute power corrupts they say, and I have to agree, but money has played a great part too. Greed of wealth and power combined. And here we are, the wealthiest people in the world still trying to make more, take more, pretend to want to help people, it’s maddening and disappointing in equal measure.

If you have been paying attention this last couple of weeks online or in the news, you may have noticed a certain online payment provider PayPal decided to just shut down a few accounts and withhold money, only once the public, press and politicians got involved has it been reversed. But more people are now aware, and wary. Bank have been doing it too, and I have read today that the FBI are being taken to court in the states, because they tricked a judge to issue a warrant so they could raid a Beverley Hills safety deposit facility. And STOLE, yes stole, $87million of cash, gold, jewellery and assets from random innocent Americans. So, the ‘professional corporations’ around us are actually just a rather large criminal syndicate operation it would seem, who are trying to make sure we don’t have any way of sustaining ourselves without them. They don’t want us having access to money, food, housing, so sure as hell won’t want us farming or growing food, or having cash around us, or owning our own homes. But those three things are pivotal to our wellbeing and survival, and they know it.

They have been taking too much for too long, proved by the amount of spending and debt they have created. sending billions abroad but can’t afford stuff? Waste more billions on pretend PPE contracts, but sorry, there’s no money in the pot? Blatant lies. And clearly, they can’t be trusted with money, so it seems bizarre that still we get up every day, to earn money which they want to take 20% of, to waste it. And soon they want to decide what money you are allowed to have and if you don’t spend it, you lose it. I don’t think so. I see a number of businesses are going back to cash from October, looks like the hike in electricity bill has made some notice how much their card machine costs, between electricity cost and charges per transaction, so to save money, go cash. And you will save a whole lot more than you know if we all went back to cash. Now. Because there are plenty of other people in this country who use it and trade with it, and I realise now that’s why they tried to make people annoyed with ‘cash trade’, surely you’ve all heard someone whinge about pubs, or markets, or hairdressers, or builders, where they say I bet they are on the fiddle and not declaring it. There has been more than enough going into that pot for the longest time, and because it has been misused, it’s no longer overflowing as it once was. So, they want to fill it up again to keep their habits, and their ideals, and their lifestyle. But by using you, your time and your lifestyle to do it.

Stop looking for the fair and equal society they have pretended they are trying to achieve, as it’s a myth, it will never be fair for all and we will never all be equal. But we are all people (I hope), and that should be a good starting point that we have that in common, and we all need food, water and shelter to adequately survive. Because while some people are squabbling about superficial differences, feelings and opinions in mind, the powers that be are taking away basic living necessities for people, in the real world and in real life. They don’t actually care what colour you are, how tall or short you are, what gender you are, how capable you are or how you feel on the inside, they really don’t care, they see you as a commodity, not an individual. It just serves their purpose to allow you to think who you really are matters to them. It doesn’t, and you shouldn’t expect it too, we are viewed as cogs in their machine, they have made that clear and when the cogs don’t do as they instructed or expected, they ‘fix’ it. So, don’t be a cog, be a person who can think and feel what they want to, while you are still able to.

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The Will To Work

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It’s taken much of my thought over the years, and has been mentioned here and there in articles but in mine notably Work ethic and employment. But it’s been mentioned by way of comment on social media, how after first-hand experience, there is a large portion of a generation not wanting or willing to do something that is necessary, instead looking for the artistic job, or happy environment perhaps, and feel certain work is ‘beneath them’. And from my experience, this really isn’t a new problem, but is one that has spread.

Some people are just lazy, you can’t get away from that. Some are confused and don’t know what they want to do, some do but either don’t have the skills or opportunity available, so do nothing. Like I said, they were always there, and you could choose to be like that, and be left behind. Or you could get out there, make opportunities for yourself, or try something else as a fill in. But as it has been observed, and I can’t deny it, the long-term opportunities aren’t there, or are being taken away. Back in the day, you had more job security, your pay would go a bit further, you might even be able to save up and buy a house, start your own business, go travelling or afford holidays. Well, that has been well and truly thrown in the bin, for lots of people didn’t entirely notice the squeeze of systems that started a good while ago now.

Credit card and loans. Back in the day, before credit cards and loans were handed out willy nilly, we are led to believe that people had to save up for things, normal things like holidays, appliances, anything above and beyond the living costs of having a roof over your head. Cars were expensive (although you could always get a second-hand banger since I’ve been around), TV’s weren’t in every house and VCR’s were pricey too. You didn’t have the money, you waited. Birthday and Christmas money were special, because they usually went towards things that were just a bit out of your range as a kid. Same for grown-ups it seems. Before the lottery (which has an article in progress, but crosses into this one) people used to play the pools, trying to get a little win that would be little boost to the household purse. These last couple of decades though has seen borrowing on a grand scale, from citizen and government alike, borrowing and spending, borrowing more, spending more. It’s relentless. All about now, quickly, more. On the glad and sorry they used to call it, glad you’ve got it, sorry you’ve got to pay it back.

But what are people working for or towards these days? Even people who are driven and motivated and finding it tough, last few years have thrown many off kilter, rearranged plans and dreams, changed the entire trajectory of some people’s lives. So, I can’t blame people for being distracted or from having their thoughts redirected to something more meaningful. I guess society just can’t afford for everyone to do it at once which is the concern if a whole generation do it. We’ll see, i suspected it was because they are going to roll out automation and want people working remotely, or not at all. Just consuming and integrating with the metaverse they want everyone to simulate life in, while they roll out restrictive ‘smart cities’ for everyone. Sounds horrifying to me, but if it’s painted as a quiet, pollution free, controlled utopia, where you can just relax all the time and chill on the bean bags, catch up with your mates, do a bit of creative work if you ‘feel like it’ you know, google office style. That’s the hook, so you hand yourself over and before you know it you’ve got Logans Run meets the Time Machine’s Eloi. It’s a super creepy idea, and probably completely far-fetched, and I want it to be. I hope I look back at some of the things I have suggested and laugh, because I certainly don’t want to see any of them come to pass. But if they do, I can’t help thinking the ones who are going to be part of that future, just walked right into it…

(c) K Wicks

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So Big They Don’t Notice

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When discussing some of the mainstream ‘conspiracy theories’ it comes up now and again about how could everybody be in on it when it comes to it being kept under wraps by so many. And it does seem like a big ask, to just think that millions of people are in on it, keeping this really big secret to themselves and actively making sure others don’t find out. There are ones who know, and ones who can’t know, but I see it as remarkably easy to get lots of people on board with an idea, and then run with it.

As the famous quote by Joseph Goebbels goes “If you tell a lie big enough and keep repeating it, people will eventually come to believe it. The lie can be maintained only for such time as the State can shield the people from the political, economic and/or military consequences of the lie.”

Example, I’ll use the flat earth/round earth theory/debate for this (discussed already slightly in my article Flat or Round? Keeping in mind this works for both scenarios of convincing of a flat or round surface, whichever you want to be the outcome, or indeed whatever the lie. At the start of the education system or involved industry being rolled out (curriculum, space agencies, security departments etc), you decide what to teach the top professor/ leader in their field. They then teach that to others, and so on. That’s how ‘normal’ things are put into the mainstream and a constant stream of regurgitation of the same information is had. Passed on for generations as truth and fact, as they have been taught it, until they decide to accept that new information is allowed. And equally if you wanted to disrupt or corrupt knowledge, you could do it using the same model.

There are also little things along the way to nudge it into place. Create maps to fit the picture you are painting, make the maths fit, as once you have your answer to start, you can work your way back for the formula. Start things being computerised, then you can program in whatever you want, as long as the people reading it see what they are meant to, or read them as they have been taught to. Everything can be put in place in give the illusion of a much more limited earth. ‘The world just got smaller’ they said. And maybe it did, because it was suddenly limited to us by way of an ‘Antarctic treaty’ where everyone just agreed to leave that bit and just do science on a really small, limited and restricted scale. Have to say I don’t believe that cover story at all.

With the crater earth theory, it is said to be both flat and round, as we are a flat surface within a crater – hence sea level, and the bigger planet we are part of is round, and vaster than we can imagine. With the other craters representing the other ‘planets’. So, when other life forms and aliens are discussed, they don’t mean from outer space. They mean from ‘over there’. Same with Mars missions and all the ‘space’ expenditure, it is said it’s used to try and get out of this crater, because although we say there are other craters, apparently, we are trapped in this one. I am still on the fence with that one, but interested all the same. But what if everybody knew there was more, and it was bigger, it would change the playing field a bit wouldn’t it?

It also seems to me that available maps are plentiful of what the other ‘bigger earth’ looks like, maths have been calculated and models made to predict movements of the sun and moon. Just as tidy as all the other information we have been given for the globe earth. Just lacking pictures to back it up, but I’m sure photoshop and CGI will catch up there. And for the images we have to prove the globe earth, one could speculate the use of a round lens, round telescopes, rounded glass etc, which can create the image being rounded, or fisheye as they dubbed it. Funny how they claim maps were just wrong from hundreds of years ago which shows water distribution being very different. Yet parts are extremely accurate, even to this day, but they got half wrong? Maybe there is more to see there. And anyone who raises questions can be discredited, or laughed at, or cancelled. Literally. And some people don’t want to admit they’ve been fooled or could be, so won’t entertain the thought that someone lied and they could be deceived. That would be preposterous, they may say to themselves, and shut down any further thought of it. But sometimes to get the answer which may end up being fantastical, you have to entertain the outrageous, or the preposterous. That doesn’t mean accept it or go with it, but at least don’t dismiss it unnecessarily.

I think it also suits a purpose for both flat or round to be believed/disbelieved and for people to be busy trying to argue for and against. While we take time to focus on out there, we maybe aren’t giving in here our full attention. So, all of it could be complete fantasy and just pie in the sky, we do have everything figured out, all the answers to where we are and such. Sounds conveniently wrapped up, no more thinking to be done there, right? Well, to people like me, there is…

(c) K Wicks

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Rainbows

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The image of the rainbow is one I have always loved, starting in childhood with the Care Bears stare, to watching Rainbow Brite, and the story Jason and his technicolour dream coat. The wonderful array of colours, it’s nice to see. And I will admit, I have been rather sick of it recently. Glancing away from it every time I see a police car painted as it, or zebra crossing, or fire engine. Seeing it purely as a waste of money and thinking rather sour thoughts when looking at it. And then associating it with other rainbow representations which seem to have taken to being put in our faces at every opportunity. And while internally whinging about the fire engine the other day, it suddenly struck me how negative I felt towards it, the rainbow. Something that has always been represented previously as positive, magical and bright, was now being used anywhere and everywhere, but in the wrong context, to me anyway.

And I wondered, if there really could be anything in it. That rainbows are a representation of light and good, but you have to be of a good heart to make it work (cue the care bears idea), so by making people feel negative towards it, it can create more negativity. This is a rather new thought and idea, which is still forming by the way, so may seem quite out there initially, but wanted to give thought to the different references towards rainbows.

The Greek Goddess Iris – she was the goddess of the rainbow, and the messenger of the Olympian Gods. But more specifically, was known as the personal messenger and handmaiden of Hera, the goddess of marriage, women and family. It seems there is great need for Hera at the moment, in many parts of the world.

Bifrost – If you have seen the Marvel films of Thor you will know this reference, but it actually is written into Norse mythology where most of the information comes from for Odin, Thor and Asgard. Frost giants, mystical lands and legends, and a rainbow bifrost, which connects the different lands of the realm.

A double rainbow appeared in London at a timely moment recently on the day the queen died, which showed in full over Buckingham Palace.

A photo/video circulating of a shadow of a plane on clouds, with a complete circle of rainbow around the shadow. Very cool, but a bit weird to look at.

It’s theorised that rainbows are in fact a reflection of the firmament dome that we are encased in, and that’s why it always appears as a dome or circular shaped to us, like a snow globe I guess.

Either way, and whatever it really represents, I still get excited when I see one in the sky and will try and make more effort to not be put off by them in other walks of life.

(c) K Wicks

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