In times of universal deceit, telling
the truth is a revolutionary act.
         - George Orwell

Napoleon once observed that "history" is a set of lies agreed upon. In an era of ubiquitous fake news and information warfare, this has never been more true. The very concept of objective truth in history is fading out of our world. Pure propaganda and outright lies are passing into our history textbooks as unquestioned truth, condemning future generations to false views about historical reality. But the task of sifting through the lies and propaganda is overwhelming, limited by the ambition and time constraints of most observors. Only those who have dedicated their lives to sorting reality from falsehood are qualified to rewrite "consensus" history as a duty to humanity. The contributors to this site endeavor to do just that.

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Sunday, April 30, 2017

Sublime Ravings of a Madman

         I have a friend who lives in Scotland, not far from Findhorn. He's an Englishman, and spent his formative years in London.  Like most of us, he has lived a colourful life.  In 1986, he squatted in the Libyan Embassy in central London after Libyan diplomats were expelled, dining on a storehouse of north African cuisine while he brushed up on Gaddafi's 'Green Book' (-which I still have).  In the late '80's, he and his fellow cohorts found a home in an abandoned Fire Station in Greenwich, and proceeded to host some of the most memorable ecstasy-induced rave parties of the era.  In the '90's, he helped put on the laser light shows at Wembley Stadium for such acts as Madonna and Black Sabbath, before falling victim to a terrible heroin addiction and having to flee to the Scottish highlands to 'clean out' cold-turkey and save his life.  My friend's name is Steve.
        For the past 15 years, Steve has done everything from selling hand-picked mushrooms from the highland forests to upscale restaurants, to sifting through rubbish tips and recycling depots for sellable items, just to make ends meet. These days, he hosts Syrian refugees at his own expense, even as ever-tightening austerity policies emanating from Westminster push him and his family further and further below the poverty line. Unwilling to tow the party line, Steve is a rebel at heart, and lives out his personal salvation through helping those nearest and dearest to him.
        This morning, I received a rare email from him, and would like to share it with the world.  For the most part, "the world" has written Steve off as a madman, but I'd like you to decide for yourself....

Here's the email:

      I must admit I am experiencing the times from a unique perspective; since 21/12/2012 I am passing through time in reverse and as a fractal spiral, along the lines of Terence McKenna's timewave zero having passed through the centre and out the other side, time is just a mountain made of synchronicity and we are now on the down side of evolution causing subtle changes to begin with as the new aeon unfolds, the age of Horus.
      Disintegration of human connections personally and globally is obvious as is the individual misinterpreting internal changes to the subconscious as a personal problem rather than an external one. Transparency equals judgement as the sins we imagine have already been committed. It has split the core of human identity, that of common gender, the fundamental of society, and so it must fall.  Though none are to blame, we are all victims here. Unless... you make your peace with death and only speak the truth as YOU see it you will find your place in chaos, and in your speaking you can only offer comfort and connection to your source to those who will hear you, there is nothing more to offer as we have passed the point of no return. Truth becomes redundant when we know who we are in this new aeon, we ARE it.
      And how to wield our newfound power, for truth is weighed according to authority, and the authority of comfort in disorder is the only way for you to develop and find your REAL strengths today, and that will allow your word to grow on its own.

           One love,


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