Denying full Discussion to Insert Tyranny

Theme: The Green Boots

This whole Green Boots phenomena is interesting to me. I am right time. Right place. Kind of girl. I have no problem entering the debate.

I grew up a tom boy clambering after my older male cousins, climbing trees, fishing, going on endless adventures in the bush near our house and cottage in the north. A canoe on a calm lake as the mist was rising- well that still speaks to me today.

Luckily for me, knowing how to catch frog and troll for Pike with that frog was not an incidental indication that my breasts were superfluous appendages in need of removal by experts in their fields. I find the whole, he wants a Barbie, or she likes Lego missing the whole point of who we are as individuals.

But the north, the northern lights, the sense that a camp fire with your friends was the pinnacle of summer, all foisted upon me a love of my world. That is the outdoor world. In my family you picked who you went hiking with based on how sweet the blood of your companion was. If you were in the bush with my dad, you always got zinged. He could drag you out just to act as his insect repellent. My sister and my mother would act as foil for me.

My strongest marks were in math and science and in fact I enjoyed a scholarship donated once just on that occasion by the teachers of the math science department in our school.

I thought I would study Environmental Science. Interestingly without ever applying I received a scholarship offer from University of Portland for law school. Who knows I might have turned into precisely who I now have contempt for. Life had other plans for me.

So now I am watching Climate Non-static state-ness (Change- you win because nothing in climate has ever stayed the same) achieve for the technocrats, the totalitarians, what they couldn’t achieve with economic Marxism.

What a coup! what a feat! Its a gymnastics flipping an inert substance necessary for plant life into a framework for political oppression. First off, no genuine environmental movement would become a reason for totalitarian hell and starvation of people. If totalitarian hell and starvation ARE AN OUTCOME OF THEIR SCIENCE IT IS BECAUSE IT IS THE DESIRED OUTCOME. and fub off the rest of it.

So you want to engage. I at least studied the subject at university, achieving high enough marks to get into a competitive law school.

WE OWN THE SCIENCE THE WEFER CRIME FAMILY PROCLAIMS

https://twitter.com/72powpow/status/1656953962648698880?s=20

THE nomenclature of OWNING THE SCIENCE is the same as owning OUR UNDERSTANDING of our world. And they just don’t get to do that. No matter their gymnastics on justification. So they say: Hey here’s your prison and your allotment. We own the mental gymnastics that gets to put you there. We want to prevent you from discussing an alternate understanding because ITS BAD FOR GETTING TO PUT YOU IN YOUR PRISON WITH YOUR CONSENT. SO PLEASE HELP US SHAME ALL THOSE WHO WOULD SEE OUR MENTAL GYNMNASTICS AS HIGHLY SELFISH EFFORTS AT TOTALITARIANISM.

https://twitter.com/BernieSpofforth/status/1654122436991008770?s=20

Now the WEFers AND MARXIST ENVIRONMENTALIST FREAKS doing all this WORK not on behalf of humanity. are they all at the same level of hahahahahhahaha the Jokes on the plebes. Or are among them, true believers in the Climate fraud Green Boots.

Perhaps some are usefull, while others only look forward to the TOTALITARIAN CONTROL (evil little wankers). What the useful idiots should know. is that when it comes to the NEW ORDER they and theirs likely don’t survive, or at least not like they envision. They might, in fact, be the first to go. They wont fit in the new totalitarian world. the crusty crusty upper echelons. maybe. worker bees not so much. Communism always seems to clean house after they get their new grounds. So the papers, the grants, the tweets, the following, the salary the cushy vacay, the access to power brokers. the fruit from the tropics on the salads from Muskoka, eating and drinking with the chefs and complimenting each others perfectly white polished teeth. That isn’t part of communism. Ask Jack Ma.

They ought to study history as well as non-static climate.. The purpose they serve is likely their own enslavement, or at least the witnessing of their people enslaved. They’ll be like the maybe Google engineers walking off buildings. willingly or otherwise if they understand the horror of knowing.

I used to have the same dream as a child every single time I had a fever. I would be wearing a holly hobby nightgown. I think I was only 8 the first time I had the dream, based on the house we lived in.

Our hallway had a deep shag green rug that when I would wake up felt like a jungle in the glow of the night light. I would feel so hot, so very horribly hot. I would walk to the bathroom, light in the hallway by a dim nightlight. Still I think this was the dream although it was really happening that I would walk to the bathroom. When I sat on the toilet, and peed. Some heat left me. at the same time for some reason I would simultaneously understand the meaning of life. I know very odd. but this only happened when I ran these hot fevers.

IT WAS SO AMAZING. I could see it in front of me. It was metallic and silver and spun and it had no dimensions and so many dimensions it seemed to invert and be shapeless and with shape and there were so many colors and the metal, it gleaned in an awesome fashion. All of it spun like a universe in and of itself. At first I was in awe. I was astounded and could so little define this understanding with words. Then all of a sudden (still on the toilet) the meaning of it felt like an anvil. it was so heavy, I instantly realized that knowing the meaning of life isolated me from every single person in the universe. It was horrible and amazing. and I knew no one could hold it and not be devastated.

Sharing it would hurt everyone I loved. And my dream understanding told me I had to save others by holding it all on my own. So then I knew I was alone. So alone. That this knowledge severed me from all whom I loved, and those even I had never met. (I think its more aptly classified as a nightmare)

And I was sad (keep in mind I would have the same dream every time I had a fever, so much so that I would wonder in my fevered state if it would return- it would. the nightgown and all) so sad, because understanding meant I was alone. I carried the weight of it back to my bedroom, it was sitting on my shoulder and pressing me down down down.

I sat on my short bed and had my head in my hands. I wept and marveled both at the understanding and the weight I had to carry. Then I lifted my head. (same dream each time) and looked down at my feet. All of a sudden in my hands was a deck of cards. They started to flip out of my hands and spin to the floor one card at a time. They made quick noises and danced on their way down. Until all the cards were on the rug between my feet. With each card that flipped, I understood less and less the meaning of life. Every card that flipped through the air took a slice or sliver of that spinning many dimensional understanding.

At last when the last card had flipped out of my hands, These they left without my effort. I was free of the understanding and what came flooding was a sense of relief, a lightness, that I didn’t need to be isolated from others anymore. I no longer knew, and so I didn’t have this terrible burden. I was free to be with others again.

I don’t know why I had this dream so many times. I used to wonder as a little girl, what would happen if I woke up before the last card flipped, and if I would be doomed to be alone because the meaning of life would still be with me. I knew as the fever and night set in the dream would come. What if, what if I didn’t drop my cards. I also knew I was excited to have the vision again, because of the awe and tremendous feelings and interest that was involved with having the dream.

Maybe I’m sharing this because WE the us of our readership and the vast populace of awakening individuals, We have this knowledge of all these lies and constructs about our world. We have seen the manufactured and real rejection that has been ugly. And because of that and because we want to share it instead of flipping our cards down between our feet, we may be targets of wikepediooo and googlioopoo, and muta and seee i aaaah and whoever else is the censorship of truTh offices etc etc.

The weight and isolation of knowledge can feel horrible. Until we understand we aren’t alone, we are in a community of actors around the Globe. My ideas inspire others, your words inspire still others. And like I say evil has a frequency that we can RECOGNIZE NOW. WELL SO DOES GOOD. the things you understand because you see them. touch them. I get that. you logically analyze for yourself as is your gift.

Some of this counter movement is deliberate action. Some is spiritual or other the forces we don’t understand that connect us.

What is universal consciousness. If you have any theories on my dream do say.

Back to the video. I hope you take the time to watch it and solidify just one more layer of their absurd goals. THEY ARE ABSURD. THEY ARE IDIOTIC. THEY ARE A DECK OF CARDS FALLING OUT OF THEIR HANDS. THEY ARE NO MORE OUR PRISONS THEN MY FEET ON THE GREEN SHAG CARPET this instant. WE ARE THE UNDOING OF THEM. AND WE GROW BY INCHES, MILES, AND METRIC TOO. WE ARE A GROWTH OF ACTION BELIEF AND HOPE.

HOPE IS A DISCIPLINE THAT CAN BE VERY DIFFICULT WITH our UNDERSTANDING, BUT IS SO MUCH MORE IMPORTANT. and rewarding What do you read to give you hope. I know I read and look for comfort and find it.