It’s been a barrage of psychological techniques and manipulations to achieve desired outcomes. But let’s look at who that was and what those desired outcomes were because this isn’t just theory, this was used against people in their everyday lives.
As this whole lockdown debacle started, it was noted on a few posts online that there was a document going round which appeared to show a psychological strategy for, well, to put it plainly, scaring the shit out of people. That’s the non-technical term for it, they called it a ‘Nudge Unit’. A team of behavioural scientists and specialists who were tasked with working out how to turn you against people, how to manipulate your feelings with the use of wording and incentives. You might have heard of them, part of the Independent Sage group they were, also in that group was Neil Ferguson, famous for being wrong on many occasion spanning decades, yet his projections were used as the basis for much of the societal procedures that were followed. But the people behind the behaviour, ones like Susan Michie being put forward as the face of reason, despite heavy ties to communism and the CCP’s way of thinking. It should have been clear for many to see, that these people did not have ours, or societies best interests at heart. That all these groups usually tie back to the overall industries and foundations that fund them, that fund getting a certain message across. Fear and compliance. I covered some of the techniques used in The three D’s of conversion under coercion but it’s more than that.
Those people, and other government departments sat down and deliberately decided to instil fear in people, whether it was necessary or not. A cruel and continuous process of heaping mental pressure and stress on them, knowing many wouldn’t cope, deliberately splitting up families, letting people die alone just so they could get their ‘desired result’. Fear and compliance. Because it is much easier to blindside people and lead them astray when they are frightened or worried. But still it is an engineered response. Decide what you want to happen, then place triggers and reminders to condition people to accept that outcome, the one you have chosen for them. Like I said, cruel.
And the repercussions of which we are now witnessing. With countless vaccine injuries, more mental health issues for people, grief of not seeing loved ones in the final days or months, economic impact, all still happening with more being piled on every day. Food crisis, money collapsing, new viruses, war. It’s sounds ridiculous, doesn’t it? And it is, because it’s meant to be so outrageous and overwhelming, that you won’t have time to take it all in. They want you to be pulled this way and that, to not know what’s coming next, to not relax and gather yourself. Headless chickens are what they want. There is a saying I have thought of often in this, the first line from Rudyard Kipling’s If,
“If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you…”
The name of the book should give it away really, what its purpose was. The Doomsday Book. Also known as the Great Survey (there’s that word again, great). Created over 1,000 years ago in 1086, it was the first step towards where we are now in my mind. A register, where everybody in the land of England was visited (apparently), and all their assets, property, land etc were listed, so they could be taxed or taken off them. And tax people they did, for various things over those years, working out that it wasn’t enough to only take on the main things, they needed to reduce people’s wealth, while at the same time as increasing theirs, same shit different day.
We’ve had window tax, that many have heard of and you can still see the remnants of that time, with bricked up windows and seeing where they once were. That’s the only reason I had heard of it, I asked as a child why there were bricked up windows in so many old buildings.
Another one I learnt of in the last few years, was hearth tax. Yes, they actually taxed you on how many fireplaces you had, or places to heat food, meaning you could have more than one family in a house, yep, tax ’em. Suddenly films like Robin Hood don’t seem so far-fetched, well, maybe the bit about someone standing up to the establishment and getting things back in order, but not about the taxes on the poor. That bit is very true, and of barons and lord of the manor, we still have them today.
In these modern times though, they have been stealthily been putting together their digital doomsday database, of what you have and what you are. But is it just for taxes this time? They talk of you owning nothing and being happy, so how exactly are they going to go about achieving that for you? We have the 10 year census which gives them all sorts of household and personal information, they can access your bank if they want, which shows them your financial life, they can check your insurance which tells how much you have within your house and how much your possessions are worth, they know your political history through voting records, or lack thereof. They know what you learn and are educated with at school and university, they know your medical history and family situation usually. They can see what you buy at the supermarket if you have a points card and use a digital transaction for it, they know where you socialise when you use your card, and who you mix with and what you say if you do it via social media or your phone. They know what you watch, when you watch it, what you play, how long you play for, what makes you stressed, what makes you happy, when you get ill etc. It’s a lot, isn’t it? Has anyone in your entire life ever known that much about you? Or you about them?
But all the above doesn’t in itself mean something nefarious is going on, even though it is no secret they spent billions of dollars in the 50’s and in subsequent decades on psychological research to manipulate and change people’s habits and needs to make them that way. What does seem to be revealing the nefarious side of it all, is what is now being proposed which involves all of the above. The drip feeding of what they would like to happen by way of digital control of your life, and what’s more terrifying than what they propose, is that lots of people don’t seem in the slightest bit bothered by it. But that could just be a result of the constant programming that occurs to try and make people more compliant. Check out my article Consumerism for a little more on that.
They want to dictate what you can own, if you can have a house, or a job, what you can eat and your food allowance, they want to decide if you are mentally and physically healthy. They want to tell you what is correct, and what is wrong, how to think and what to think. Individuality, choice and free thought seems to a real thorn in their sides. Not for the benefit of the people, but for the benefit of their systems and profits. And in order to maintain that and steer it where they want it to go, they need to herd people along a certain path. It’s happened before, just in a more analogue way.
After the first doomsday book, over the coming times they restricted people, wrote new laws, boundaries, land agreements, taxes, systems of order to control people. Creating slums and low wages between themselves to keep people in their place, if any section or peoples appear to be getting too rich or too smart for the liking of the others, they are removed, or discredited, or social strife is created to change the direction. Wealth gets taken and redistributed to those who want to keep it from others, neatly illustrated these last few weeks with the changing of the monarch here in the UK. An article titled “The royal family put into law in 1993 that they won’t have to pay inheritance tax, so it doesn’t erode their wealth”. And there you have it, clear as day, your wealth is up for grabs, but theirs isn’t? And that people, is how the rich got very rich, not by working harder, but by keeping more and taking yours. Convenient disasters also clearing the way for them, industrial advances giving reason to clear out the countryside a bit, herd people into cities with the ideas of wealth and fortune. ‘The streets are paved with gold’, and people believing in being able to make something of themselves with the opportunities of the city. Not so in many cases, it’s the same then as it is now, it’s who you know, not what you know. But those ideas were put out there because it served a purpose, they want people to move around and relocate, but when it suits them. Forced relocations have been a thing, all over the world, for the longest time. Ireland, apparently during the great famine of 1845, it wasn’t just the lack of potatoes that caused the issue, the royalty at the time kept exporting food out of Ireland, they deliberately starved all those people, and encouraged more to leave. Scotland, we had the Highland clearances, only learnt about those fairly recently in life too, but again, families and generations of people forcibly moved. They say some of the Klan leaders were in on it, bought out by greed, they increased the land rent to the point of being unsustainable to force people out. It worked. They crippled people lives and way of life, just to have some land, and more money and power. Sad really that it has been going on for so long, but if you want to know how the UK came to be as it is today, I think it’s important to try and look back over how we got here.
Enslavement is not progress for us, but it may well be for the people who wish it upon us. So, when they talk of technological advances and progress, they talk of their world. For us it will be restricted living and being nothing but a resource for someone else and their way of life, and you must understand, both ways of life cannot co-exist it would seem, which is why one must go. Technology can still be used for good, I do believe that, but not when wielded at the hands of madman and their mercenaries.
There appears to be different levels of compliance occurring at the moment and over the last couple of years in people. We are in a time when we’re being subjected to a multitude of changes, rewrites and a restructuring of the technological society that surrounds us. Within that, the people who are making the changes and rolling out these new systems and procedures, need a certain level of compliance, for a certain number to ‘play the game’ that they have decided to enact. Not everyone will want to play, so they would have had to decide on methods for uptake, and keeping people tagging along for as long as possible. I’ll break down the categories people fell into from my perspective.
Dumb compliance – this is a knee jerk reaction way to get people, and does not mean they are dumb or stupid. It means they were caught unaware, often they have reacted, rather than acted, and with limited information at hand and quite possibly with the motivation of fear. I believe quite a few people got caught out by this in the early days of the debacle. Running around like headless chickens as one might say.
Knowing compliance – Where they knew something was up, but were more frightened of the consequences of not complying than they were with the stark warning starting to come from us ‘conspiracy folk’. When they know deep down, they shouldn’t go along with it, but again through a type of fear, they comply. Either scared of being judged, scared of what you are told you to be afraid of, or just scared of not following orders, some people really are happier being told what to do.
Blind compliance – where they ignored all the warnings from people because they ‘weren’t qualified’ or didn’t fit the mainstream narrative. They chose to put their trust and faith, blindly, in the system, and those that pushed it.
Sinister Compliance – the ones above are more for the people who found themselves on the receiving end of the drive to inject the world. This category I feel is more for the ones behind the needle, they don’t get much attention yet as the injured are rightly trying to take a centre stage at the moment, but it seems their time will come. I noted at the time they were making a big deal about having very meticulous records of who was dispensing each shot, and GP’s although given great financial incentives to be part of it, many it seemed went to ground and didn’t partake. Why would that be do you think? Did they too think ahead and see that they would be the ones holding the needle, therefore holding the liability if it all went wrong? So, this category is for the ones who knowingly or at least blindly ‘just followed orders’ to do their bit, to deliver in some cases, a slow working mortal shot to the unsuspecting ‘volunteer’.
Non-compliance – the control group as they were dubbed. The ones who from either day one, or slowly along the way trusted their own judgement and instinct instead of what they were told. They trusted what they knew, saw, heard and felt. But they are a problem to the project at large, highlighting and proving the case in point all along. The risk was low from what they said to be afraid of, and the risk was high for the product they were pushing. It should have been a no brainer.
But when all sides are working against you, the media, the gov, the medical establishment, venues, employers etc, I can see why so many caved or were convinced. Those departments were instructed to do that, regulations and laws invented to create the perfect set up. And make no mistake, it was a set up, and continues to be a trap that some keep willingly walking into. It’s a shame that so many people turned on their own friends or family though, those people were not regulated or mandated to do that, but they were encouraged somewhat. Through use of a ‘nudge unit’ no less, a group of paid behavioural specialists who sat down and decided how to make that happen, I’ll go into that though in a separate article. But just to highlight that these things didn’t ‘just occur’ or indeed happen ‘by accident’. They preyed on people who were indecisive and unsure about things, and they attacked people who were sure of themselves, decisive, and confident.
And based on the above results, they have determined a future outcome, and have said
“Covid-19 was the test of social responsibility – A huge number of unimaginable restrictions for public health were adopted by billions of citizens around the world”.
They seem to believe this means people will do it again, keeping in mind that many were forced to adopt these measures, if you remember some of the footage we got and still get from China about their social credit system already in place, but how they had people ‘dropping like flies’ in the streets, people being welded into their apartments and streets being fumigated. And many that may have gone along with it, could have believed in the threat at first, and maybe were fearful, but possibly more of the consequences of disobeying. So, if you are part of the fear camp, you may want to ask yourself what is it you are or were afraid of? Are you afraid of them? Or of what they tell you to be afraid of? Because being fearful can serve a purpose to you, and be helpful when acting as a signal, or an alarm, but not when misdirected for someone or something else’s benefit. I can’t help thinking though that too many people’s way of thinking and seeing things has changed, and what happened above won’t be like that again. It seems many who rushed to answer the governments calls to ‘keep everyone safe’ are either not with us anymore, or aren’t in the best shape. Predicted to only get worse the longer they stay on the market and keep being administered, so the number of followers and believers of their ‘pandemic’ are not what they once were, with much being revealed of just how underhanded and criminal it really was. I guess we just have to wait to see how that plays out, and all I can hope is that people don’t fall for it again, or believe them when they say for yours and everyone’s ‘health and safety’, it was a trap then and will continue to be, using your social conscience against you for their ‘greater good’ not yours. We would do well to keep that in mind.
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…
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.
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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