by Julian Rose
from ChangingCourseForLife Website
Friends. How much time do we have left? By my clock it's five minutes past midnight.
We are into unchartered territory. Territory where only bravery and vision can hope to cut through the torpor and stupor which is bringing about the designed obsolescence (below video) of the human race and the transgenic re-engineering of the common gene pool of our planetary biodiversity.
Those in high places believe we need to 'move-on' concerning the control of the food chain. It's time for total control. Only seeds registered and licensed by the State will be legal. And only those with money will be able to afford to do this exercise.
The corporations will own the seeds and fulfill their ambition to have 'full spectrum dominance' of the food chain.
From now on, unless we cut free of obeysance to the centralized, totalitarian regimes whose take-over of our planet is almost complete, we will have only ourselves to blame. For we are complicit in allowing ourselves to become slaves of the Corporate State and its cyborg enforcement army.
That is, if we continue to remain hypnotized by their antics instead of taking our destinies into our own hands and blocking or refusing to comply with their death warrants.
This 'refusal' is possible. But it will only
have the desired affect when, and if, it is contemporaneous with the
birthing of the Divine warrior who sleeps in us all. The warrior who
sleeps-on, like the besotted Rip Van Winkle in the Catskill mountains.
Its a bottom line necessity. It's a bottom line
that is now one step from being removed from our control. I say 'one step'
because we can turn around , draw our swords and say "No".
No artist or spiritually inclined individual can
claim to be such unless he or she is willing to enlist in the cause of
protecting the sacred nature of life itself.
Starvation of the spirit is just as prevalent as
starvation from lack of food, on this tragic planet; perhaps more so. It's
an artists job to light-up the starving spirit by feeding it something that
will bring it to life and steer it towards victory, not something that will
encourage it to remain sleep.
They are each mutually reinforcing elements of one life force. Of the gift of life which brought us here. And this gift of life starts as a seed.
When lit-up - it presents the one power that can ultimately defeat,
They will all fall to our Excalibur once we
remember how to use it.
But, brave souls, nothing can stir us like a challenge to kill us off. Nothing can set the red corpuscles racing faster than the thought of an insentient trans-humanist cyborg future for us and our children. For the human race...
So let us use this occasion - the funeral preparations for the passing of the seed - to surprise and shock our opponents.
Let us use this attempt at absolute enslavement
to pledge to take back control of our destinies and that of this Universe.
And by so doing, realize that our oh so long sleeping potentiality can wait
no longer to see the light, and must go forth to fight in its defence.
We cannot just leave it to the farmers and growers to push back such a momentous and callous global theft.
Just as we can't leave it only to,
Saving the seeds is up to all of us.
Only connect. Connect. Never allow yourself to be just another number at the stupor-market check-out desk.
Life begins when we turn and face our enemy and