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High Summer

‘Now, there are only two teams: human beings and globalist kleptocrats.’ —Jeff Childers

The Past

‘The genius of a meta-fraud is that it is essentially above the law and beyond reproach in ordinary discourse. The wrongfulness becomes normalised, and given the passage of decades, centuries, and even millennia assumes an aura of being beyond question. It is an attack on culture and the fabric of society that establishes privileged classes of rentiers and perpetual beneficiaries. The victims are often recruited to police their own abuse, and rat out anyone who might seek to prevent it.’ —Martin Geddes, Decline and Fall of the Meta-Fraud

I remember the time when there was no news. It was high summer. Not as hot as the summer of ’98. Not as wet and cold as the June-uary of 2022. I remember the wide pebbled beach, the track of the sun on an unbroken sky. No blizzard of ’66, no foreign wars. No great flood, drought, crime of the century, tropical storm.

The people talked among themselves. We walked in the forests and fields, carrying tools, songs and stories, alongside babies.

We sat to wait for the boats to come home, with fish. We carved insignia in wood, rock, our own flesh. For the heck of it. We knew how things worked in the world. We had a story for everything. To share our interest, while waiting.

Once the catch came in… then feasting. Salting some away, and treating elders first. Savoring, knowing how.

‘“We funded the disease, lied about it, funded the cure, and got a mountain of unreported royalties for doing so” is not a good look for NIH and their closing of ranks and collusion in discrediting any idea of lab leak despite it being the obvious, leading thesis.’ —el gato malo, stunning interview with michael yeadon

Clan divisions, territory, that had to be worked out. Part of the deal, living here: shared rental.

‘American politics have coalesced into two new parties: the freedom party and the authoritarian party.’ —Jeff Childers

The Present

‘We have reached the absurd place where people who choose to rely on their own body’s proven self-protection are vilified for declining dangerous genetic therapies from known criminals.’ —Martin Geddes, Decline and Fall of the Meta-Fraud

In high summer, leave all that, waves come in.

Air stirs with all that is—sound, motion, life breathing.

The birds line up on the bay, a way station, relaxed formation.

High above, illuminating trees, sun keeps sentinel, reminding all and sundry where allegiance lies.

Insignia of life is written everywhere.

Dying, Living, there is no boundary; call it all Life, call it all One.

Is this beauty made for us, to feed us by its wonder?

The flowers speak of creativity, lend us sparks of love.

The Future

High summer will be no place to hide. All lit up with stage lights from above, the great unveiling. In the blink of an eye, a lens washed clear, a change of heart… multiplied to a seismic tremor. A crack in the wall of time, that has kept us away from the land of freedom. We have been locked in the past, chained to stories of our doomed destiny, our insignificance beside the Great Powers.

‘Systems of silent enslavement work better than those which require obvious fences and clanking chains. Meta-fraud is the mechanism by which these are established and scaled. Meta-frauds are successful because they are by construction hard to perceive, large, and longstanding: each one is a “new normal” that excludes the idea of any rival system that has legitimacy. By their nature they lead to totalitarian societies — be they communist, fascist, or transhumanist in nature.

‘The simultaneous unravelling of all the interconnected meta-frauds is therefore both unthinkable to most people, and the most sizeable change to human society possible, short of relocating to another planet or dimension. The Great Awakening is the transformation of our society so that these frauds are widely perceived, which is an experiential process. We have to endure the exposure and collapse of these meta-fraud systems and institutions, in order to overcome and transcend them.

‘Eliminating meta-fraud is a paradoxical process, in that it involves “boiling the frog too fast”. For instance, the slow rebranding of “red” Marxism as “green” Environmentalism is derailed by suddenly increasing energy prices and creating shortages, which in turn causes people to question the official explanations being offered. The decline and fall of the empire of meta-fraudsters looks like a horrific end of established society, but actually it is only the beginning of genuine civilisation.’

—Martin Geddes, Decline and Fall of the Meta-Fraud

In high summer the mighty are brought low, by sweat and overwhelm, the one Great Power untouchable by their simulations, their suicidal frenzy.

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Talking Spirit: Essays and Inspirations, by Nowick Gray

Essays spanning three decades—reflective yet contemporary, philosophical and practical—address human nature and environmental ethics; personal and metapolitical intention; radical insight and live freedom in thought, emotion and action.

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Nowick Gray is a regular contributor to The New Agora and also offers perspectives and resources for alternative culture and African drumming. Subscribe to his Substack (New World Dreaming) or visit his  writings website at NowickGray.com.

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image credits:
(feature) beach: NG
news: Stephan Pastis
insignia: NG
birds bay: NG
sun church: NG
WHO: Dr. Pierre Kory
Covid Facts: Dr. Robert Malone
one percent: @ZubyMusic, Twitter

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Divergent

In the 2014 dystopian action film Divergent (PG-13), a postwar future world enforces a division into five factions. Spoiler alert for fans of the Covid Era, the army and police (the Dauntless), are mass injected with a chemical that subjects them to control by the Erudites, vying for a takeover of power. While the ruling faction of the old normal is benevolent in the mold of good old liberal social democracy, circa 2014, the Erudites aim to wipe them out (via the zombified Dauntless troops) and install a technocratic regime. To ensure public peace and safety, these new controllers also feel the need to target and hunt down any challengers of the system, the renegades called Divergents.

Needless to say, at the end the film the outcome shows the stereotypical flight from the city by the two teen heroes (he and she), to the wild and desolate lands beyond the Wall… presumably to join the Resistance—in today’s simulation, the Unjabbed.

Despite the struggle between factions, there is one operating mantra common to all: Faction before blood. So we see families torn by their caste allegiances, and the triumph of social ideology over kinship and friendship. “Human nature is the enemy” according to the Erudites, who by their own nature claim to know what is best for everyone. WEF Fuhrer Klaus Schwab, Israeli egghead Yuval Harari, or transhumanist Ray Kurzweil couldn’t have voiced that confession any more succinctly.

If the Hollywood screenwriters have their say, the social science is settled and the only hope for humans lies in returning to the forest—packing remnants of military hardware, reflective mylar capes to hide from infrared-tracking drones, and some dauntless drive never to give up.

Personally, I don’t think the Avatar-style shootout in the woods is the way to go, even with all of Gaia’s helpers. But with cape and bugout kit handy, there’s no going back to the urban matrix, the collective control grid, with its compliant subjects already denatured of their humanity.

The Silence of the Lambs

No, this is not another film review. But it follows a dystopian script, set in 2022, at an otherwise idyllic Northwest retreat center. Our hero arrives having paid his hefty deposit, with the terms and conditions accepted: for this week of Mindfulness Meditation, masks are “recommended.”

To each his own, thinks the hero: My body, my choice. But when he arrives, the front desk informs him the face rag is mandatory. He takes a deep breath… perhaps his last one unfiltered for the next ten days. Taking notice of the indignation raising his pulse, he finally negotiates a compromise. He will tuck his bandana over his nose when entering or leaving the hall.

During sessions the meditation room will be packed full of fifty masked Covidians—mindful of everything, one presumes, but the impact of the mask on each breath: oxygen deficit, increased viral load, harmful levels of once-demonized CO2. Nowhere in this realm of clear mind is there space for any of the 150 comparative studies and articles on mask ineffectiveness and harms.

For the first three days, our hero’s monkey mind revolves around the issues at stake with this muffled breathing, in, out. Safety versus freedom, truth versus politics, the individual versus the herd. There are no gurus in this spiritual practice, handing out dictates from on high. It’s just the leaders of the retreat, and the retreat center itself, following new normal mask policy, acting out of “an abundance of caution”—in compassionate consideration of the traumatized mindset of the paying clientele. Finally the resisting mind comes to relax, exhausted by its own struggle against What Is.

Perfection is within our grasp, if we only pause in the stillness, and accept our condition, witnessing the innumerable forces at play upon our unchanging nature, tempting us to get all worked up. In such a state of knowing, the mask is but a mask. The inner mask falls away. The mandates are but mental constructs.

By day six, our former, repressed rage has evaporated, and we can now take refuge in the measured rhythm of the breath. The world at war with itself is a perpetual motion machine, a theatre of the ego. As we attend to the stale taste and fetid warmth of our self-saturated breath, we go deeper into the Void. The cure, we have come to accept,  is not to rip the mask away, not to shout at the injustice and deceit of the whole charade, but to accept our fate, comply with the container of our enlightenment, and retreat further within.

On day nine, thoughts of the future intrude: the end of the retreat, the conversations that will ensue when speaking is allowed again. We wonder If our heart will start to race once more at the very mention of that hyper-politicized word, Freedom. No, the next breath tells us, we can abide and keep our silence when the fifty Covidians around us start the program loops  running again: The experts are keeping us safe. The CDC is our friend. The WHO is endorsed by the Dalai Lama. Bill Gates is a philanthropist. Our elected officials deserve our trust. The public health authorities are divine beings of infinite worth just like ourselves.

On day ten, while the dining hall is alive with renewed chatter over the closing meal, our hero takes his plate outside and sits on the steps, removing the limp bandana and breathing deep of the clear island air. Reflecting on the overall experience of the retreat, his mind opens to a final insight, on behalf of the fifty Covidians; as if he is channeling the collective wisdom they have embodied: When the Buddhists say, “Meditate on death,” what better way to do so than with eyes closed, mouth masked, and ears encased in the silence of the tomb?

For our Divergent hero, this voluntary muzzlement of the self is indeed instructive as a ten-day reminder of our ultimate insignificance. He also knows that going from here back to the world, it is no way to live. To maintain true mindfulness, he realizes, Divergence is the way to go.

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In Covid Narrative Remix: Two Years of Dissent, Nowick Gray critiques the global agenda with the voice of the natural human spirit. These compiled articles from The New Now/Agora (2020-2022) shed light on the narrative sabotage carried out as the primary strategy of the war on humanity. Against that weapon of moral destruction, pen turns to sword in the ongoing battle for truth and freedom.

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Nowick Gray is a regular contributor to The New Agora and also offers perspectives and resources for alternative culture and African drumming. Subscribe to his Substack (New World Dreaming) or visit his  writings website at NowickGray.com.

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Is lasting peace possible?

By William T. Hathaway

The wise men of the establishment are again telling us that hopes for lasting peace are a delusion. They declare that human nature makes it impossible, that war is built into our genes. They point to research by evolutionary biologists that indicates our closest genetic relatives, the chimpanzees, make war. Therefore war must be part of our heredity.

“We’ve always had wars,” they claim. “Humans are a warring species. Without a military to defend us, someone will always try to conquer us.” These assumptions have become axioms of our culture. They generate despair but also a certain comfort because they relieve us of the responsibility to change.

It’s true that in certain situations chimpanzees do raid neighboring colonies and kill other chimps. Those studies on killer apes got enormous publicity because they implied that war is hardwired into human nature. Most scientists didn’t draw those conclusions from the evidence, but the establishment media kept reinforcing that message.

Further research, however, led to a key discovery: The chimps who invaded their neighbors were suffering from shrinking territory and food sources. They were struggling for survival. Groups with adequate resources didn’t raid other colonies. The aggression wasn’t a behavioral constant but was caused by the stress they were under. Their genes gave them the capacity for violence, but the stress factor had to be there to trigger it into combat. This new research showed that war is not inevitable but rather a function of the stress a society is under. Our biological nature doesn’t force us to war, it just gives us the potential for it. Without stress to provoke it, violence can remain one of the many unexpressed capacities our human evolution has given us. Studies by professors Douglas Fry, Frans de Waal, and Robert Sapolsky present the evidence for this.

Militarists point to history and say it’s just one war after another. But that’s the history only of our patriarchal civilization. The early matriarchal civilization of south-eastern Europe enjoyed centuries of peace. UCLA anthropologist Marija Gimbutas described the archaeological research in The Living Goddesses. No trace of warfare has been found in excavations of the Minoan, Harappa, and Caral cultures. Many of the Pacific islands were pacifistic. The ancient Vedic civilization of India had meditation techniques that preserved the peace, and those are being revived today to reduce stress in society.

Our society, though, has a deeply entrenched assumption that stress is essential to life. Many of our social and economic structures are based on conflict. Capitalism’s need for continually expanding profits generates stress in all of us. We’ve been indoctrinated to think this is normal and natural, but it’s really pathological. It damages life in ways we can barely perceive because they’re so built into us.

We don’t have to live this way. We can reduce the stress humanity suffers under. We can create a society that meets human needs and distributes the world’s resources more evenly. We can live at peace with one another. But that’s going to take basic changes.

These changes threaten the power holders of our society. Since capitalism is a predatory social and economic system, predatory personalities rise to power. They view the world through a lens of aggression. But it’s not merely a view. They really are surrounded by enemy competitors. So they believe this false axiom they are propagating that wars are inevitable.

In the past their predecessors defended their power by propagating other nonsense: kings had a divine right to rule us, Blacks were inferior to Whites, women should obey men. We’ve outgrown those humbugs, and we can outgrow this one.

William T. Hathaway is an emeritus Fulbright professor of American studies at universities in Germany. His new novel, Lila, the Revolutionary, is a fable for adults about an eight-year-old girl who sparks a world revolution for social justice.