Up Your Self Created Sh*t Creek

The Plan was simple laid out in front of the very select elite invited to be party to the Grand Plan. A gentle decades long transition towards a Unipolar, Total Control of a world according to psychopaths and madmen. Within their bubble it was eminently feasible as well as plausible. Working through stratagems, planned events, wars and disasters various, would always arrive at the goal.

If, God forbid all went arse up boltholes developed were on standby, safety assured and to hell with the fallout for the general public. This was most certainly a game plan holding every conceivable upside. Hiccups were costed merely for insurance purposes, catered for with odd rebellious groups, if not harnessed then brought over,and easily neutralized. Larger body counts were acceptable on the map of intended consequences.

What most definitely were not conceived were pesky unintended consequences. You see, when arrogance and operation from self made bubbles become the glue holding a plan together, why any need to consider the unintended. It can always be bought off, rubbed out or otherwise liquidated.

Such operations hitting head on reality in a world, albeit as controlled as it is, inevitably suffers the hubris of blind belief and repercussions of natural order.

Around the world we witness the constant playing out of such moments. The Empire of Present Moment, the corporate US DC, UK’s City of London and Vatican puppets fronting an illusory yet simultaneously real monster – the Power of Money.

Since this monster can so easily be formulated to become absolute necessity at the same time as strutting its absolute demagoguery, in the hands of the magic money machine operators it can be  formulated brilliantly to take on any shape, form or potency desired. Mass media, the front line controller of minds spin distraction after distraction to cover the magic performed.

We are informed there’s too much debt, we’re coerced into plagues of austerity, lack and suffering. To make the trick look warm and homely we’re asked to treat this National Deception as if its twin was our own household balancing budget. We are persuaded thus to believe debt created out of nothing is our responsibility and worthy of our collective guilt trip and subsequent pain.

When those sensing then exposing this huge con trick begin to dig into the debt/credit three card trick then such exposure of accumulated lies fed ongoing generations are labeled using the usual demonizing epithet – Conspiracy Theorists. That is supposed to stop any revolutionary thinking dead! Trouble is it never does, the lies can never be so easily contained.

But until each and every one of us stop and truly question what the heck all this so called debt is and where it comes from, we can never break their magic trick. Many assure themselves we have to pay, we have to reduce our debt and we have to remain in a system as old as money itself. The so called experts assure us the banks lend certain accumulative equations of any money deposited – usually for every £1 they can lend 9 extra pounds. Even this is utter BS and old wives’ tales fed by Threadneedle Street and its ilk!

To exaggerate and interestingly expose these lies recently we have seen the Tories in the UK produce from the Magic Money Tree a billion and half pounds to retain their ticket of governance. In the US we see so many trillions of dollars oiling the military industrial machine with losses of trillions into black holes, unaccounted, seeming to pass muster of the kind – “Oops, now I did not see that going, let alone coming!” Figures too eye watering and large for the general Mom and Pop to even envisage. But then that is the whole object of such sleight of hand.

Money is no more than a belief system. The longer we believe in it as solid, actual and real it will reign its tyranny over us.

Ask the question – Who creates the money?

It has never been an organic produce. It is a fictional transaction tool created by the Money Men and distributed through a population educated to accept it has worth as transactional meaningfulness. Such worth through manipulated debt and credit, the infamous double entry bookkeeping system of accountability is controlled by proclamation from said Money Men.

Some may rail against them, dressed in whatever garb – Rothschild, oligarchs, secret societies, cabals, elite trillionaire/billionaire individuals or Central Banks. These same selected bad guys become the butt of collective anger, yet this in itself never solves or evolves the problem, does it? Just keeps us all envious, mad, jealous and very, very angry. In that place we are contained and targeted. Because we never decide to leave the system, for fear of our ongoing survival we create our own Sh*t Creek without paddle.

Previously when the whole magic has lost its shine and viability, war was created. Contrary to nit picking all wars are the solution to clearing the stables of too much clogging dung. Human cost, collateral damage, was never a factor in the prosecuting this solution. The fact is, no matter how much so called money (fiat) is needed, it magically reappears once hostilities are resolved (call that ordered to stop), economies through austerity and managed growth feeding infrastructural revival, set in motion a reinvigorated process. Like Spring, new buds form, dreams of better years ahead are envisioned and hope renewed through use of the old leather.

Of course it would be remiss to not point out the elite sector always gains from such motion. They set it up that way. Wars never change that paradigm, merely enable its rebirth. The sectors growing fat off such actions can be predicted as night follows day. Largesse is spread specifically through a very conscious filter system. Trickle becomes merely the panacea promoted as reason for the rich to get richer. No dispute otherwise the system will fail again

I am no economist, I have to admit yet I see transparently the lie foisted on the multitude. The difference is I do not buy into it on any level.

What most interests me is seeking solutions. These solutions are found in breaking fully a broke system, refashioning it not in the described way sold as democratic, nor in any communistic form. It must entail redistribution of what is laughingly called wealth. To redistribute needs comprehensive understanding of what it is in all its constituent parts. The money side is merely a small part of that. Wealth as we are so often told resides most importantly in our own body. I would add most specifically also in our mind.

As with sickness, the cure must include a change of mindset. When the Jesuits proclaimed “Give me a child for its first seven years and we have it for life” they knew how once indoctrinated an individual is under sway until broken out of their possession to order, direct and control.

Having been so deeply inculcated believing money is the fuel driving our success or failure only an evolution in thinking towards a more liberating life view and interaction will clear this fog.

“When we don’t understand a process we fall into magical thinking about results” – Jef Raskin

Economics is for most a dry and boring subject. Finances are mostly viewed in this light – “Have I got enough to pay the rent, feed the family and live long enough to repeat that pattern endlessly till the day I die?”

Joy, delight, the lightness of being, love, friendship and caring are felt to be ill afforded attention unless we have these basics met. Yet the constant supply and deny baiting rarely affords physical change. What does create it is a change of mindset. For the lucky ones who have hit rock bottom and decided/are forced to change approach from thereon in, subsequently rearrange and discover their personal value systems and their right order. When that happens an altogether new horizon starts to form. For those treading the same old path nothing changes  often ushering in depression, anxiety and finally suicide.

Imagine, if money can so easily be found to finance wars, endless divisive defense and offense machinations, the funding of division among people  aiding multiple distractions, then why cannot the financial monster be tamed, funding basic levels of equality for each and every one without the necessity for belligerence?

It would mean taking the 1% out of top slot, right? Demanding the financial sectors be slimmed and trimmed to service, not control the whole, which presently is the norm. Have our governments create and use money for infrastructure, social good, basic healthy lives supporting a desire to pursue passion and creative endeavor for the individual as part of the whole.

Rather than exhaustively blaming this faction or that, pointing out the bloody obvious of who holds the purse strings and cussing them, why not enact a path of solutions where it has the greatest effect – in personal action and responsibility, local cooperation and using all the power of inter connectivity bringing others up to speed and offering solutions doable from where each of us are at and each of us are able to offer our part in the overall solution of equitable life.

The present system promoted does not wish for us all to be a force for change and better. Therefore it is imperative we address greed on every level, believe our every and each effort will change the present, determine selfishness, our own especially is detrimental to such change and most importantly withdraw our support in every way we can from those that wish to persuade and continue the present repression.

Systemic crashes are not what will heal. Evolution of perspective, will and mind is the path towards cure. One ingredient absolutely imperative is cooperation. Cooperation on every conceivable level takes out much feared loss of supply. Cooperative support in family, community and society always looks after its own. Separation, division and enmity on whatever scale will always destroy.

Turning Sh*t Creek into a beautiful lagoon and furnishing every navigator with their paddle of profusion is eminently possible. Working towards it requires work, lots of it. The rewards are something rarely experienced by many, yet awaiting our will and collective support and desire to reach these shores.

Whatever we end up with as currency in this more equitable and sustainable future will only be fashioned by desire and intent for such collective goals. No master is needed to make this a reality, just the mastery of self.

Useful and inspiring reference here:
Renegade Inc – Can we avoid another financial crisis?

A real start at creating solutions from Prof. Steve Keen

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Read more of my research and the story of uncovering the mechanisms of global control in Dreams and Realities
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ABOUT:
Capt AH Trapman
: aka Toto, has been a journalist for The London Telegraph, author of several well received books include The Dog, Man’s Best Friend, The Greeks Triumphant and Straight Tips for Subs and co-founder/creator for the British Army, the Bicycle Battalions. As a researcher and investigative reporter he was responsible for uncovering hidden pathways to the Global Deep State following the global financial crash of 1929.

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Magic: Money: Tree: Three Wanton Wishes

“The Magic Money Tree will provide” declared the King.
“It does not exist!” refuted the Queen.
“I use it to purchase all my needs”, affirmed the Unicorn.

“We want a decent, egalitarian society where all the peoples’ needs are met”, implored the People.

“Off with their heads”, cried both King and Queen as they accepted another 8% rise in garnered taxation from austerity ridden subjects.

The Navy, fearing budgets would become restricted, launched a vast vessel costing the earth yet named supplicantly after their Queen in deference to appeasement and gratuitous hope renewed flooding of funding would be forthcoming.

Sniveling, greedy, lying, deceitful ministers of the Crown threw billions torn from a hitherto hidden Magic Money Tree, whose existence had been vigorously denied, into the coffers of lunatic, equally psychopathic terror lovers across waters dividing them from the mainland in vain hope the latter would connive support for weak and enfeebled rule.

Magic was all the rage in the Kingdom of Albion eons ago creating a strong domain of right and justice. Now a mere shadow of its prior glory, its purpose was used to propagandize over painted green pastures, brown field sites and CGI initiated fantasies.

Money, invented for the subjugation of peoples denied it yet forced to use it for trade barter and taxation, became further mystified and marginalized for unique benefit of foreign criminals intent on creating fabricated fortunes and marginal numbers of slaves for selfish and megalomaniacal ends. Its slush funding kept the obsequious tax haven crazies in check.

The few remaining Trees endeavored to supply oxygen to struggling green pastures and slowly they themselves fell parched and starved of nourishment into the sod. Cattle and sheep so dearly needing rich grasslands became toxic on chemical feeds. Forests festered, wilted and wept at how sidelined they had become as mere myth.

It was the Unicorn who, realizing its abused use as propaganda at the hands of the powerful, upped stumps and cantered off into a mist, prepared earlier by a Palace special effects department, at minimal cost.

Even today stories of its appearance and disappearance keeps the chattering classes divided. The peasants, in place of non existent food on their tables, invented tales of its second coming laced with hope, faith and a basket full of charitable donations allegedly able to drag them out of the penury they now drowned in.

The Minister for Future Wealth woke from a dream and rushed to the seat of Governance where a motley crew of other Ministers with and without portfolio, sense or reason muttered to each other under very rancid collective breath.

Said dream inspired Minister called them all together including an errant Prime Minister, ugly witch of a woman whose legitimacy had so long past its sell by date as to have become fully decrepit, enfeebled and barely able to crack open a toothless smile, rarely employed anyway.

“I had a dream!” roared the Minister.

The assembled Party vagabonds hissed sycophantic interest, took in as much breath of unity as they could muster and as one exclaimed.

“OMG, tell us!

Ears deeply bent towards what was to come.

“We must create War – a War for Wealth is what we must make.”

“Brilliant”, cried a newly elected ex serviceman from the South West. seeing only his own self emolument sure to increase from such tactics.

“Why War?” queried an innocent.

War makes us money, covers prior insolvencies and affords further containment of dissent. It allows no freedom of speech, no voice of reason and enormous rewards from the Bankers who control it all.

“Will the people not smell a rat?” questioned a very junior minister.

“We shall make sure all our rats have jumped ship way before that time arises“, assured the Dream Catcher.

“Not before they have all been rounded up and caught!” boomed a voice silently having entered the Chamber while all were thoroughly distracted.

The crowd of disgusting dignitaries swiveled round as one to cast eyes on the voice and its deliverer.

Before them stood an elder, strong, upright and carrying such authority and gravitas as to scare many of the timid crowd before him. His cheeky smile and twinkling eye gave none cause or reason to relax. Some quislings among them saw a Lion in front of them for all the presence he projected. Others noticed the slim penny whistle held firmly in his left hand. The rest stood silent, confounded, confused and confabulating all sorts of indigestible fantasies his appearance heralded.

He spoke again, this time with greater authority and deeper purpose.

The Many have spoken as you, your rich barons you cower to and the Bankers controlling you conspire in this heinous act. None of you deserve the treatment ordained to be meted out on you, neither have you earned the grace I have subsequently recommended.

Silence fell heavily, trapping them all.

It is with the authority of this Many that I am ordered to dispatch all of you, your Bankers, Priests and Profiteers from this House, from the Halls of Avarice, Greed and Self Worship to a small but perfectly formed and fit for purpose island off these coasts of ours. Thereupon you shall work out your days in penury you felt so eased to wage on the good people of this land.”

Not a titter tutted nor a pin dropped as the bard continued.

“To the Isle of Man shall you be banished. Your tax havens already have collapsed their resistance in lieu of the 5% we offered on all funds accrued. The Bankers’ bonuses have funded and will continue to fund the fences round this purdah we collectively maintain and contain you to on Man”.

The Minister who had dreamed shouted from behind the false protection offered by the crowd in front of him.

“War will save us and still defeat your insolence, your free meals and education. It is already in motion. Your threats are as hollow as all your promises”.

His pleasure was palpable.

“You think War your solution?” exclaimed the Peoples’ Lion King. “Your War died the day your fabricated Enemy exposed their own arsenals of Defence. Each weapon dipped in Peace makes them invulnerable. The billions of voices in a world beset by bestiality and barbarity are alone enough to melt your wicked steel.”

“Pitiful Peace Propagator,” the Minister sneered. “Our bombs already speed across the steppes of your allies, along Silk Roads of Eastern Commerce to destroy all that is ultimately good and prosperous. Your Peace, Unity and Accord will melt in our man made atomic suns.”

A visible shiver rippled across the assembled yes folk of Putrid Power.

The bard physically grew before the lot of them. They felt his Wizardry whip across and  through the Palace placing furious fear on each and every shoulder of their damned bodies.

“No atomized annihilation can beat the Electromagnetic Pulse of Peace. Hear this you wretched Warmongering liars; those bombs and weapons have already dropped dead and impotent into deserts, oceans and barren lands awaiting to bury their useless, neutralized packages.”

He rose to his own rhetoric.

“Magic is now the Magic of the Many. Money is the equitable exchange for All and the Tree of Life breathes deeper than it has ever breathed living and imparting a long and educative life among us all”.

Sounds of scared scurrying money men, crooks and criminal aristocrats instantly drowned under the final landing of metallic nets catching one and all for transport to their final destination on the Isle of Man.

The Magus lifted his left hand, holding the penny flute and bringing it to his lips began to play.

The crowd outside hearing the familiar strain with one voice began the now emblematic National Anthem of Hope and Glory:

‘Ohhhh! Jeremy Corbyn, Ohhhh! Jeremy Corbyn’

The Unicorn returned, placed the King and Queen under House Arrest, assigned them both to muck out the stables it would soon be occupying and collected dues from global visitors pouring through the Palaces and Castles amazed as to how people could not have realized sooner how much they could all have earned from such an archaic institution.

The sun set on the first day in the future of this Magical Dominion of Albion.

The President Bear from over the waters and steppes of their former enemy smiled as he relished the fun, joy and peaceful co-existence now certain between him and his new BFF.

A self imploded continent across another ocean continued to make digitized fantasies and repetitious Terror Vision of who they thought themselves to be. Now however international law contained and maintained such fantasies for only their own insular and self serving consumption. The virus of  unipolar exceptionalism had been once and for all staunched, contained and buried. Export from these shores was indefinitely banned until education, intelligence and critical thinking had been truly and permanently restored.

THE BEGINNING!

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Read more of my research and the story of uncovering the mechanisms of global control in Dreams and Realities
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ABOUT:
Capt AH Trapman
: aka Toto, has been a journalist for The London Telegraph, author of several well received books include The Dog, Man’s Best Friend, The Greeks Triumphant and Straight Tips for Subs and co-founder/creator for the British Army, the Bicycle Battalions. As a researcher and investigative reporter he was responsible for uncovering hidden pathways to the Global Deep State following the global financial crash of 1929.

 

 

Tory Elite Take Down Grenfell House with Collateral Damage: Really feel the pain of those suffering, they tell us!

Easy read article for all 140 character attention span readers:
When your motive is profit and you give not one single F*ck for ordinary people the arson of a building such as Grenfell House in North Kensington, London is merely taken as an unforeseen consequence on the road to selfish acquisitional advancement.

South London fire in 2013 kills 6 – investigation as to cause and outcome presents need for public places – eg schools, blocks of flats etc – suggests botched renovation as major cause. Sprinklers recommended and bill for human habitation voted against by many Tories who were landlords and had vested interests in not passing such bills.

Tory Housing Minister ‘sits on’ bill that recommends everything that would have saved lives in most recent block fire in Kensington.

Young local, Joshua, at the scene of the furnace rightly gets his judgement aired on an otherwise very biased BBC propaganda bullhorn – worth listening to every word he says. We are entering even darker times when the rule of law is ridden over roughshod by those feeling they are above the law and hold it in such contempt.

Time for revenge, vengeance and retribution for all senseless deaths created by an arrogant elite anywhere in the world.

Time for calling time on all those who care not one jot for lives lost yet plead they are empathic to suffering they cause by greed and deed.

To paraphrase Henry II famously about Thomas à Becket- “Who will rid me of these arrogant Tory beasts?”

Time for Justice, Corbyn and a People’s Parliament!

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Read more of my research and the story of uncovering the mechanisms of global control in Dreams and Realities
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ABOUT:
Capt AH Trapman
: aka Toto, has been a journalist for The London Telegraph, author of several well received books include The Dog, Man’s Best Friend, The Greeks Triumphant and Straight Tips for Subs and co-founder/creator for the British Army, the Bicycle Battalions. As a researcher and investigative reporter he was responsible for uncovering hidden pathways to the Global Deep State following the global financial crash of 1929.