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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 are finding it tough, the 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 does 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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Bobby M – The Wild Pet Mantis

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Repost: A trip to the garden centre bought a very special treat while living in Spain a few years ago. I purchase a bright and colourful gaillardia and a heliotrope in the hope of attracting some extra bees to our garden. My love of macro photography needed subjects to come to us, it was too hot in Spain during the summer to go very far on foot, and standing still trying to take photographs meant instant sweating on the spot. I needed them to come to me. Flowers purchased, we returned home and put them in the terraced yard on a table to keep them away from the floors, very hot tiles don’t help plant roots.

Later that day, I had re-potted the plants and given them some water and what do I find? A praying mantis, a cute small adorable little praying mantis! I couldn’t believe it.

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But, not only did we find one mantis – but shortly after on the same day, we spotted a second one, excited beyond belief at that point. This one was different though, the first find being a European Mantis, the second one appeared to be an Orchid Mantis or Conehead Mantis nymph, still not sure.

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We only had less than a month to enjoy the smaller of the two before nature took its course. They were not contained in any way yet chose to remain on the table in the yard with an array of colourful bright plants to have as their home. But had I known about their temperament, I would have given them separate areas. They are very territorial it turns out and will eat anything that moves, even their own kind. So, within a month we were down to one mantis, but that one was with us for months. We got to see him grow bigger, see him shed and turn into a fully grown mantis. He could have left at any time but didn’t, he stayed and every morning was exciting, to see if he was still there. Being relieved when he was. We had a great number of geckos living there too and at night they would crawl over the walls looking for tasty morsels, so we pulled the table away from the wall to give him a chance.

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The time came for us to move, we were heading up into the mountains as a change to coastal living, we were looking for a place to settle and wanted to try all options first. I could not bring myself to leave our little mantis there, it was a stark terrace without our plants and although there were lots of flowers in watered areas, the rest of the area was pretty dry – also being just at the end of a hot summer. So I decided he was coming with us, his adventure would continue in the mountains with a wild garden surrounding us and lots more flora and fauna. He seemed to take to it well, and remarkably stayed in the little mandarin tree I placed him in, safe from the geckos (up there we had more than before), and with lots of bees and flies coming and going for a food. But lets be fair, he had the whole of the outside, he didn’t really need my help.

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But there did come the day, about a month after we moved and the temperature was starting to drop, that he didn’t come out of his little tree to say hello. And no matter how hard I looked (in the tree it had become a bit of a Where’s Wally/Waldo game), one day he just wasn’t there. I knew it was coming but it was still harsh and took a bit of fun out of the morning for a while. I like to think he left to go mating and have the life of a mantis rather than anything else. It turns out up there was very habitable for mantises and we saw an array of different ones the following summer. I saw him eat plenty of insects so it’s not unreasonable to think nature took him too (or even another mantis) – and eventually time would have anyway as apparently they only live for around a year. Nature is cruel, but beautiful at the same time. This was a unique experience and one I cherish.

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Bobby Mantis

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An Error, But A Big One

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There have been stirs in the world of psychiatry recently, as well as the extended branch of it, which is where the issue has arisen, the pharmaceutical area. A rather damning article, referencing a rather damning paper of evidence, published only last month – The chemical imbalance theory of depression is dead detailing these findings. Yet change is not that swift in the real world of medicine, not by a long shot. As of today, it is still clearly noted on the NHS website “It’s thought that SSRIs work by increasing serotonin levels in the brain”.

The fall-out from this on the ground though is what is important, not whether they can agree or not. It’s real people who have been living with difficulties for quite some time in some cases, taking medication that they are now hearing, may in fact be useless. And these medications are not without risk, the side effects leaflets are really quite scary. And speaking as someone who has taken them, and suffered side effects, I can attest to that. They were enough to make me stop taking them, and try and assess what it was in my life that was making me feel so unbalanced, or unstable, or emotional. Taking into account everything, not just cherry picking the bits that seemed to fit at the time. I wanted to feel on an even keel, and I never did while taking pharmaceutical medications. And also coming to learn with age, that many of those feelings were actually perfectly normal for the situation at hand, or the time of life I found myself in.

But it seems there is much being revealed of late about what the effects of all these drugs really are, aside from the actual known side effects. I have written about it slightly in my article Memory, covering painkillers, and have given thought over the years to it anyway. And it seems an odd thing, and has for a while, that you would expect your body to regulate and balance itself, while taking something that is fundamentally intefering with that, on an enhanced specialised chemical level no less.

Thoughts, thought processes and emotional impulses are all working together, most the time for most people anyway, and if you encounter an overload it can tip the balance and destabilise the system. I guess they believe by shutting down or dampening one of these systems, it can relieve the pressure as it were. And I get it, in theory the idea is sound. But it’s on the premise that we are all wired mentally the same, and we are all capable of dealing with said chemical changes, hence the prescriptions seems to be at an alarming rate these days. That is not the case, as we well know, with awful suicide rates and more mental illness being identified or labelled to deal with what they say is the rise in mental illness. And I don’t deny there is a problem, we have a weird, shitty, soulless world being constructed around us, with constant manipulation and mental intrusion. I would be worried if people weren’t dissatisfied with that and showing signs of struggling. Instead of coping mechanisms though, and assessing if people are meant to be treated this way, it seems ever important to blame people themselves, and demand they adapt to the ‘new world order’ that creeps its way into our psyche. As anyone would do who is trying to make them the centre feature of your life, trying to take all your attention, telling you you’ll never survive without them, trying to turn you against your friends and family. Sounds like a terribly abusive scenario doesn’t it? And what I have learnt along the way is that people don’t always recognise they are in it, because it makes it a bit easier to make excuses or just shy away from a painful truth. Imagine how much easier it would be for that abusive person if they were also able to convince you that you were mentally dysfunctional, and needing medicating. It would serve a purpose for them in the end, making people think they are in need of extra assistance that only one can give, to dismiss others who would ‘invalidate’ their condition.

We all have hard times in our lives, and I will never deny that things can happen that will take the rug from under you and change your whole life, traumatic things, hurtful things, shocking things. But these things will happen, to you, or to those you know. And imagine a world where there isn’t a doctor to just write a prescription, or a pharmacy to just cash it, what would you do? Grief, despair and heartache. Sadness, loss and fear. They are all feelings, and ones of life despite what they represent. You wouldn’t want to take something to stop you feeling happy and joyful, would you? We embrace certain feelings in life, and seem to shy away from or try to eliminate others, but they are necessary and character building as they say. And maybe it has been too much time now and too many people switched off those feeling for too long, and don’t know how to feel properly anymore. Maybe that was the point of all the drugs after all. Who can say for sure, but I will keep giving it thought.

(c) K Wicks

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Time and again

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It’s a precious thing, time.

Experience teaches you so much, perspectives and ideas change, you develop and change, and what you wanted of your life, will hopefully develop and change. It would be weird to think you were still the same person really from when you were a child or teenager through to being an adult who has perhaps already lived two lifetimes. Time is pivotal in that, without time, you aren’t able to really appreciate experiences I have found. When thrust from one scenario into another, whether it be a societal one, or a personal one, you can end up staggering mentally from one experience to another. It is only with time and reflection that I have managed to get meaning from those events and therefore actually benefitted from the experience.

So, how does that fit in with this fast-paced world around us, more, quicker, do it now, there won’t be time. I can’t help but think part of that is so that you won’t have time to experience things, they will pass you by so rapidly that there is no reflection period upon it and your brain will move onto the next stimulating thing to simulate experience, but a fast and unsatisfying version, that is ultimately unfulfilling. It is said we humans crave experience, so is it any wonder we have knowingly lapped up a virtual one they carefully ran alongside the real one. I wonder when the lines will become so blurred it will be hard for many to know the difference. But maybe we do deep down, because we can feel something isn’t quite right and there is a certain emptiness to it. Like a copy of a copy of a copy, it loses something of the original. Like whiskey that you just keep watering down, eventually it’s just a plain, boring glass of water with a hint of what it once was.

Much appears to be getting lost in the drive for everything to be faster and happen quicker. I remember wanting to be like that, when you’re a kid, and it seems to drag on forever, having to wait for so much. Until you’re tall enough, until you’re old enough – which encompasses a lot by itself.

“Life moves pretty fast, if you don’t stop to look around once in a while, you might miss it”, as the movie quote goes.

(c) K Wicks

Prepped For Disaster, Or Clever Programming?

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Some of us may feel like we saw this coming, the takeover of society by nefarious peoples by way of money, tactics, and well, super villainy. But is it that we were just ‘paying attention’, or is it in fact that we have been primed and programmed like everyone else, just in a different way?

It would stand to reason you would need more than one method to convince, coerce and nudge people’s mentality in the right direction. So, if you can’t get people with good old-fashioned fear, I guess you would want something else, just as powerful and influencing. Hope. And you have your two great motivators and influencers in this. Fear it will get worse, and hope it will get better. They run hand in hand and are two sides of the same coin. But can be used for very different outcomes.

I have made reference to many films in my posts, and use that imagery or strategy in my thinking an awful lot, which I am aware is not by accident. I have been programmed and bombarded my entire life with their slogans, adverts and campaign of fear and propaganda, so must look at what effect that has really had. At the beginning of this decade, it was already well on the way to looking like a digital future, with Monitoring taking on new and quite intrusive measures, and reference to a certain book kept popping up on social media. And I must confess, having read it as a teenager, had also thought of it a number of times throughout the years and in very recent times, because it seemed to fit so perfectly. Too perfectly, and made the following observation;

“Or did he just write the playbook therefore giving them the blueprint for what we see now? I wonder. Prophetic to predict it but what if it helped to create it”.

Given that I have also written about the power of thought, collective thought and creating realities, I wondered if this was just a mental strategy on their part, to instil the image, words and concept of disaster, apocalypse and societal collapse in our mind, so that we are not only prepared for it, we actually gravitate towards it, as it seems familiar in a way. More so than the complete unknown. Two pieces cover this is some way, The three d’s of conversion under coercion, and Films, real life twisted or just fantasy? It is a worry that because we have had the seeds so firmly planted in mind for warfare and cruelty, when it is upon us or approaching, we are familiar to it, and it’s method of being wielded through people and ideologies, that instead of not accepting it, we just seem to accept it. Well, it has happened before, we did see it coming, followed by how could we have known and let’s hope it doesn’t happen again. Seems like we are on a very buckled merry-go-round, but we are there by choice, each person and thought contributing to where we are now, the good and the bad.

So, what can be done? It is enough to just recognise what you have been programmed for, are we able to see through the ‘triggers and warnings’ they have set up for each side, to bring the fear and the hope forward. Because really that is what it ends up being about, and Star Wars nailed it really, with fear leading to the dark side, and a new hope was needed. So, given there isn’t much to hold onto these days, and if we are programmed for what comes next, then I shall try and make the very best of it and realise that the old false hope they dangled for people was just that. We need A New Hope…

(c) K Wicks

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Putting Your Best Foot Forward

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The Internet gives all types of people a platform, and in that I have found it can be used to present the very worst of yourself, or indeed the very best. And lots of in between. But this is looking at the worst.

Why is it that some people appear to be happy to expose that part of themselves, either through a hateful, nasty,  aggressive attitude or whatever undesirable trait steps forth? And of course, what is undesirable to one, may not be to another, so opinion matters in this. Where a world of ‘cancel culture’ has been invented they say, to shout down those who are not being acceptable. It is now more important than ever to know what is acceptable, to yourself, and from what you see and goes on around you. And there is a lot of unacceptable going on. But not liking it doesn’t stop it, indeed not. And maybe that is why the internet has become the focus point for much of this outpouring, because you can, and it is so easy, especially while hidden behind a screen so you don’t have to face the consequences as you would have in real life. Keyboard warriors as we know them.

You aren’t supposed to express yourself these days with natural normal feelings, of say, anger, or sadness or even happiness. People will accuse you of minimising them, of being toxic, or hurting them, or of trying to get attention. Just because you are sharing your experience, but weirdly it becomes about them or their interpretation of it, not about you anymore at all. Sound familiar? So, what could have been used for good, has been hijacked through mis-regulation and has been allowed to fester and gather momentum. Because they want to see people squabbling, hating, arguing, mistrusting and fighting. It serves a purpose. Remember what inevitably always happened in the big brother house series? People put together in a fully monitored, controlled environment, with triggers and manipulations to facilitate and study behaviour. Well, the internet is a larger version of that, and a whole lot more car crash because it is more people, a bigger domain with more variables, manipulators and outcomes. It seems that it was always meant to be this way.

Showing the worst of yourself used to be frowned upon, and still is to some and could just be a by-product of our Victorian times. But an interesting and varied band of completely shameless people, across the board, like to stir the pot, inflame things, shout victim and use various manipulative practices to ‘get their own way’ or just to cause drama through boredom or dysfunction. And that is the point, often in these causes for ‘justice’ there is a very personal motive or agenda at play and are working for their own ends. Unfortunately, many seem to find themselves caught up in it, sometimes. Whether you realise it or not, people often allow themselves to be, for a variety of reasons. But bullies, narcissists and psychopaths often have some very likeable traits and aspects of their personality make up, so it is easy for them to be overlooked, mistaken for something else or even accepted as they are. They know to put forward what appears to be the best, with a goal of achieving what they want. That can be useful if the purpose is indeed a noble one, but often that is not the case.

We all have things about us that will be unlikeable to some, and many of us are OK with that. It seems there are quite a few though, who have never learnt to deal with that reality or just can’t accept it. Thinking it is a slight on them, or a dysfunction in the other person. No, just simple, they do not like you. And they do not have to. Having ‘thick skin’ used to be the saying, or ‘water off a ducks back’. To be able to not make a big deal of the small things and try and find common ground, even if you don’t in fact ‘like’ that person. Sounds like wishful thinking doesn’t it? And on the internet maybe it is, but in real life it works for lots of people, and makes for a slightly less stressful life. Not everyone who works together likes each other, hell, even some married couples don’t appear to like each other. Yet a status quo and a civility of conduct is maintained, that is not beyond a reasonable expectation of others to display. Drama will find you now and again through time, experience and no fault of your own, so there is really no need to seek it out or jump on board to be part of somebody else’s. But if you do find yourself caught up in some, know that how you view it and ultimately feed it will help to determine its outcome. As can be said of much going on right now…

(c) K Wicks

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