The World Of Shadows

Of course there are realities within realities, truths within truths, lies within lies and if we are to believe some scientists, worlds within worlds. All inexorably bound together by thin threads of time and space, into a shimmering web of infinite possibility and potential; delicately balanced by conflicting forces somewhere between past and future, light and dark, good and evil, life and death only the names and places have been changed to protect the innocent and the guilty.

The Iraq Inquiry

Bla, bla, bla ... the same shameless litany of lies and liars ... from the same old criminals ... bla, bla, bla ... telling the same gold plated lies ... bla, bla, bla ... shame upon you all!

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The Fibonacci Lie Sequence (Prime)

The power of Fibonacci lies was not just that they grew, multiplied and resonated with near perfect pitch amongst the food of worms. Such are the intricacy and complexity of Fibonacci lies they touched all aspects of a shared humanity. Archetypes, metaphors, allegories, simile and symbol in every history man has sought comfort and guidance from. They formed about religion, rite and ritual performed to bring blessing and personal success by man's Priests. Becoming the last best hope of the desperate and traumatised, when faced with death and damnation from a vengeful God.

They provided religious, social and personal control in a chaotic universe of malevolent God's, demons and desires Devils. Lies so great, having achieved a critical mass through constantly being told and retold, they could never be untold, or the knots holding them together, unfastened without enduring the very fabric of the universe and bringing about the 'end of days'. A time of tribulation and judgement heralding the second coming, long foretold in the old testament and various other teachings of questionable provenience and interpretation.


Through incorporation and ritual invocation, power became the universal commodity of personal success. Whose only comfort before the terrors of omnipotence and inequalities of creation, came by making their God's from the same old, same old reassurances of a dominant male power base who along with their intermediaries, the eager and compliant Priests of hate and another bloody inquisition, swept like a plague across the European mainland and around the world.

They are the cornerstone around which every conceivable form of prison was constructed. Like immutable universal constructs they could not be changed, except deep within the mists of history, following another year zero. When custom, tradition and the reassurances of a shared past were abandoned and discarded in order to progress, to be freed from the chains of yesterday. Only to be imprisoned by the necessities of today and promises of tomorrow.

Tough in schools from the child's very first day, they were crammed like cotton-wool balls into
impressionable emptiness as if the self evident rules and laws of a science, a truth such as the sky is blue. Included in every child's curriculum along with mathematics, geography, science and Latin. There is to be no escaping these consequences, these acceptances, binding together civilizations with a shared collective consciousness and the delusions of the mad. Due to the hard-wiring of that monkey brain, the physiology of being and remembering beyond evolutions primal needs and purposes.

These are lies that changed the world, lies so powerful and all consuming that like black holes they absorbed everything around them. Bending time and space into grotesque structures, contortions of form and random combinations beyond the all consuming lip of the event horizon. Where normal laws no longer gave even the most recognisable of reference points, deep in the honeycomb of squirming worm holes and vibrant portals, splits in the fabric space where time-storms raged without end, spinning universes like Frisbees across the cold black emptiness of space. Reversing like magnetic polarities as the pressures stretched and twisted all it consumed, creating new universes, alien throws of stars sparkling in coal black sky's for the inquisitive and aware to wonder and dream about.

Fibonacci lies formed and referenced every lie within the mathematical progression and
sequence of history. The delusions of the deluded chaining everything past, present and future to the perfection of law and structure like a moon to its planet, never to be separated. Swirling sub-atomic universes of neutrons, protons and atoms within the shared laws of structure, the attractions and repulsions of form beyond the atrophy of material matter. Fibonacci lies became the indispensable foundations of the simplest walls, deep within the most complex and insidious prison of all, modern society and the virtual reality of technological totalitarianism. With its limiting illusions of choice and personal freedom inside the transparent mazes and laboratory experiments of sciences shiny new future in a brave new world for those lobotomised, or of limited conscience and intelligence.

Where dreams of fortune, success and the instant soup of instant stardom before the flat-screen, flat headed Neanderthals of life by proxy for the living dead of television audiences and Hammer horror, was all that mattered. To the obese, stuffed couch potatoes of taxidermy politics and the spin Doctors deceptive arts within the magic cabinets and distorting mirrors of the twenty four seven media monster. Doctor Frankensteins latest creation with a visual cortex swollen to twice its normal size, an abnormally strong remote control hand and fingers, with a reused mind the size of a walnut, attention span of a Horseshoe Bat with anorexia and reading age of a nine by four London brick.

Fibonacci lies formed the main pillars of human consciousness, the imagination, dreams, hopes, fears, memories and understandings of life as a mathematical progression, the golden mean of elected dictators. It was Fibonacci lies that first made Tony Bear and his deputy, John Presscoat into bully boy politicians with a four by four disposition, love of torture and religious persecution long before the justification of 'nine eleven' and the personality of rusted ball bearings. Away from the regeneration cabinets of the chosen, when main-lining power from the National Grid, they blacked out half the west midlands to become the latest talking head in the max effect dream studios, blessed with the gift of Fibonacci lies at birth.

The World Of Shadows

Of course there are realities within realities, truths within truths, lies within lies and if we are to believe some scientists, worlds within worlds. All inexorably bound together by thin threads of time and space, into a simmering web of infinite possibility and potential; delicately balanced by conflicting gravity's somewhere between past and future, light and dark, good and evil, life and death. Only the names and places have been changed to protect both the innocent and the guilty.

The Iraq Inquiry

Mad government media magician conjures up the perfect, earth moving 'white out' to add to copious amounts of whitewash with a hint of brown.

Tuesday in early January and a new decade, in which to again tell the same old sordid lies and collective delusions. Government whitewash with a hint of brown production, had started again as filled with Christmas pudding and a whole sack of promises and favour, the Chillcoat inquiry sat sympathetic and non judgemental. While another of the notorious 'Witches of Westminster', creators of potions, spin and that iconic work of fantasy and fiction, the Iraq and weapons of mass distraction dodgy dossier, another doctored 'log book' from 'cut and shunt' wreckers for the smiling used car salesman Tony Bear, to force upon unwilling customers.

The Black Witch himself, creator of monsters and an army of mechanical, wind-up toys loosed upon an unsuspecting world. As in the sterile laboratory's and Pyrex test tubes life was created anew each bright new media morning from a true piece of the Lords cross, the rendered fat of a Koala Bear and a wart from John Presscoats left foot. Amongst the misinformation and manipulation of those murderous monstrosities, hidden in the vacuous spin of men still mad all these years later, still unable to admit to the world or themselves that Iraq had no weapons of mass destruction, then or now. Because Coalition forces made sure of that during the six week air campaign marking the start of the First Gulf War.

When Tony Bear's mad, manic media magician, creator of demons and denizens to torment and destroy, Alister Crumble conjured up the perfect, earth moving 'white out' to add to the copious amounts of whitewash with a hint of brown.

Five hours of deluded lies and selfobssesed rambling to say what could be said in five words: 'We lied and lied again!'

The problem with religious delusional and the mad, is the fact that they believe their own lies. While the inescapable web they weave in order to deceive, grows ever more voluminous like the torturous rhetoric of the manic spin doctors. Waiving their arms frantically, naked under a full moon, drinking Pimms from the wrong side of the glass as they conjure up another variation of the monstrosities they create, far from the light of day and further still from truth and the inconveniences of a reality they can not control. Cardboard kaleidoscope in hand, painting again rainbows with pixie dust and the latest computer graphics - can you see what it is yet?

They shaped events according to their economic and personal needs, always benefiting the 'fat prat's' of the military and industrial complex. With their demanding twenty four seven production lines to feed the new markets for a new kind of war, an asymmetrical war against a linguistic concept along with the ghosts hiding within its social histories, sordid state secrets and the hollow justification of the mad and bed. Those who spoke in tongues of the imaginary dangers Saddam Hussun's Iraq posed to the world. While kissing snakes and rolling their blank, starring eye's at the mobile telephone camera's and eager bank managers. The Holy Spirit squirming and twisting as the dollar's came flowing into another redemption 'fire sake' for the deluded and desperate.

The foundation of contemporary democracy in the United Kingdom, cabinet government. Long ago butchered for a Granola promise and the personal benefits of control freaks, tricksters, changelings, shape shifters and spinning men. Left to rot upon the black and gold railings of fortress Downing Street, a stark warning to any who doubted the visionary politics of Tony Bear and his trained pets, the big black Vultures who say around the cabinet table waiting for the bing, bang, bung, bonus culture to come calling. Before flipping, fleecing, fiddling and fooling the British electorate with the people's politics of Trotsky and Starlin.

During another devastating 'Cultural Revolution', year zero when the people of London, mesmerised, brainwashed and hypnotised were marched out into the killing fields of the Thames marshes and wild silences. Whose memory was a whisper, a cold draft of wind in a world long before the mind rotting banality of 'International, Celebrity, Get me out of Big Brother and the poverty of media mediocrity, factor XXY show.

The petrification of stultification for those not so clever Monkeys, who evolved into couch potatoes, blobs of luminous white fat returning to the state of single cell amoeba and protoplasm in the media's primal, prime time pools, endorsed by Chuck Chuck and sixty seven randomly selected feral cat's. Now available at your local McDanold for those super sized into stupidity by a secret mix of the latest mind control pharmaceuticals and fluoride.

If the demonic spin doctor's and media magicians plausible delusions were not bad enough, arms flapping and eyes rolling as the turned lead into gold and lies into truth. Those they cast their faulted magic for, the Sainted, visionary warrior leaders George Brush and his trained yapping-dog Tony Bear. Lived far beyond the harsh realities of life in the real world, in the cold, dark depths of the deepest ocean trenches, where the immense pressures squashed and squeezed the unstable forms they became. Not only did they use the same toothpaste and dental hygienist, the Central Intelligence Agency, to snap off the teeth of any stupid enough to tell the truth and believe in the rule of law.

They shared religious delusions the way young girl's share clothes and make-up. When both men, wild eyed and wobbly, admitted to the media that God spoke to them. Though neither explained if this was by telephone, or a series of flashing lights and tones as the voices inside their heads grow wilder than before. Tony Bear, serious as an undertaker, his kaleidoscope eye twitching nervously as it grew perceptibly larger than the other eye. Admitted live on camera, not only did God constantly talk to him, he told Tony to invade Iraq and turn the United Kingdom into a predominantly Catholic county by allowing half of Poland to move to Shepard's Bush and set up plumbing businesses.

There was a time when hearing voices inside your head was evident witchcraft and the surest way known to get yourself burnt alive. Though in our slightly more aware and scientific times, i.e. not the twelfth century. Such voices were regarded by the medical establishment as being symptomatic of metal illness in one or more of its forms. Which, depending upon the nature and severity of the illness could get you lobotomised, a course of elector shock therapy and locked away in a secure Victorian mental asylum for the rest of your natural.

But not the dynamic duo, Batman and Robin, or George and Tony as they were known during their day jobs. Most people hearing this historical confession - God told them to invade Iraq - who's jaw's dropped to the floor or could not stop laughing, exchanged concerned glances then smiled thinking it sound bite politics and hollow, meaningless spin. That as if sparkly 'party string', just came squirting from the darkness full face and personal. Only this was no homely, mum's apple pie and homemade lemonade moment. All warn, secure and fluffy in the pit of your stomach. It was complete disbelief and terror at the fact men who claimed to hear the voice of God telling them to invade Iraq, had unfettered access to the worlds largest nuclear arsenal and standing army.

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Blessed Be ...

Merry Christmas!

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Political satire and irony, banned, discouraged, controlled by New Libour is not dead, just sleeping

For the Christmas season only a blessing for the military and industrial complex, to be said with ironic intent and f...k you finger swirling proudly.

Blessed are the spin Doctors as each day they create life anew in their sterile metal vats and laboratories, the clever genetic manipulations of public relations while they split public opinion as though a brittle atom, a swirling molecule spinning like gyroscopes around the primal molecule.

Blessed are the military and industrial complex, for they made all the eager participants very rich indeed. Blessed are the Priests of hate and intolerance, for they shall keep the people from direct experience of God and force them to worship the anti-Christ of organised religion.

Blessed are the media moguls, the journalists and new reporters, for they shall put their heads up their own arses and whistle Wagner's entire Ring Cycle in a single breath, during another Apocalypse Now.

Blessed are the liars, for they shall make a mockery of truth and destroy the righteous, while basking in corruptions beneficial water. Blessed are the mad men and scientists, for they shall destroy the earth and all life upon it. Blessed are the corrupt, for they shall receive Knighthoods, honours, Peerages and the most lucrative of all government contracts. Blessed are the 'water boarding men', for they are the last line of defence against those who can not be bought and sold from a convenient car-boot.

Blessed are the war mongers, for they hope to destroy the earth and trigger the start of Armageddon, a final battle between good and evil before the end of days, the folding of time upon itself like an 'accordion', an origami bird with flapping wings. A victim-less crime that makes everyone accessories to the facts, to its deadly histories within the swarming gene pool. Amongst the insubstantial dancing shadows upon the cave walls, a union of mortal and immortal yearning to be known, yearning to know the world of phenomenal forms and raging spirits yearning to be known. The I, me, we Pantheon of creation and its hidden treasure, the black pearl, the immortal spaces and silences, the 'dark matter' and Gypsy stars. Blessed were the Victors liars, for this shall become tomorrows historical consequences, the Evil heart of darkness that destroys us all.

Blessed are ....


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The World Of Shadows

Of course there are realities within realities, truths within truths, lies within lies and if we are to believe some scientists, worlds within worlds. All inexorably bound together by thin threads of time and space, into a shimmering web of infinite possibility and potential; delicately balanced by conflicting gravity's somewhere between past and future, light and dark, good and evil, life and death. Only the names have been changed to protect the guilty and innocent alike.

Week three of the Iraq Inquiry

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This space will be used for an appeal to those gathered in our name at the UN climate change conference in Copenhagen.

Climate Change

Nothing ever changes, except the colour and inherent bias of America's forty fourth President. America and China still remain the major impediments to any meaningful outcomes, at the United Nation's 'climate change conference' in Copenhagen. Protectionism and petty minded nationalism are the seeds of individual destruction in an unfolding global catastrophe. While world leaders fly into the conference in their executive Jumbo jet's intent upon playing the blame game and ace up their extra large sleeves, the 'uncertainty principle'. The climate change Luddites (funded by the military and industrial complex), smashed the scientific data and research techniques behind it. Screaming incoherently that it is the work of the Devil, a blasphemy against all oil guzzling, God fearing, burger eating, obese Americans.

Global warming is a test, part natural fluctuation compounded by man's irresponsible, selfish pollution. A test we can pass by coming together as a collective humanity, by understanding that pollution and global warming do not stop or start at the borders of a single country. It is a global problem that will impact upon millions, with coastal cities flooded and fertile farming land lost under the deepening sea levels.

Only by coming together, working together and planning together as a collective humanity, citizens of this fragile earth. Beyond rescue by any but ourselves, if the planet we depend upon for our existence dies the same protracted death as Mar's. The balances holding life in place are fragile enough. Without humanity straining them to breaking point in the search for ever larger profit margins and limitless natural resources.

Humanity has unwittingly become the Agent of its own premature destruction, through increased determination and the scale of its economic endeavours. In the ongoing scramble for finite recourse's, there will be winner's and losers but ultimately it will be humanity that suffers the consequences of ecological change.

Resulting in the displacement of millions, billions when all around the world, coastal maps are redrawn, capital cities relocated and through increased acidification, the sea's left a stinking expanse of poisonous blue algal bloom, devoid of life. Coral Reef's just bleached, dead reminders of the diversity and multiplicity of created form upon our precious, rare, blue and white speck in the pulsating blackness of space.

Why do we destroy this garden, motivated by selfishness, greed and ignorance, when it is not ours to destroy? We are standing upon the edge of inevitable destruction, arguing like selfish, inconsiderate children about how far the fall will be. When it is the actions of our leaders and the puppet master's of the military and industrial complex, the financiers and great white industrialists. Who like Leviathans rise from the silent depths to gulp the barley breathable air. That the children and children's children will be forced to live with, by which they judge the irresponsibility of the chattering political classes. Intent upon selling inadequate response and compromise at the very tipping point, beyond which return and rebalance becomes increasingly more improbable.

In the name of humanity we, they must act now if we are to avert the man made catastrophe of climate change. The consequences of which will ripple forwards in time, damning future generations to pay the price for the West's greed and complacency following the Industrial Revolution. Let the legacy we leave to them, to humanity not be an extinction level event and the avoidable destruction of unique ecosystems and environments. A dead uninhabitable planet where life exists only in the shadows, civilization having regressed back to the 'stone age' before, like flickering candles, being extinguished forever amongst histories bleached bones.

Of all that has been destroyed or lost through greed and the irresponsible science of the fast return and optimum production, humanity and humanity alone, remains the only Agent of its own destruction. The clever monkey that tore down the forest, polluted the sea's and asphalted over any land not already under the deepening waters of global warming. Who in the end was to selfish to plan for the future and to stupid to be able to save itself from a global catastrophe of its own creation.

Only by acting decisively, by acting immediately, by acting together can we leave our children's, children's children with a world still able to support life in all its forms. Other than the barest, most meagre of existence's upon a polluted, dieing world. Let it not be said of us all, they were to greedy, to selfish, to nationalistic to care that the actions of a relative minority are costing the earth.

In the collective struggle for survival, ultimately there can be no winner's when tomorrow is polluted and killed today. Compromise and delay are inexcusable because the consequences are clearly visible to everyone and everything, except the Ostriches with their head's buried in the sand, or those for whom the economic benefits of the military and industrial complex are worth
the cost we, humanity will pay in the years, decades to come.

Let them not shout: 'Shame upon your selfish Stewardship'

'Why do you destroy this garden, is it yours'. Malcolm Lowry 'Under The Volcano'

The World Of Shadows

Of course there are realities within realities, truths within truths, lies within lies and if we are to believe some scientists, worlds within worlds. All inexorably bound together by thin threads of time and space, into a shimmering web of infinite possibility and potential, delicately balanced by conflicting gravity's somewhere between past and future, light and dark, good and evil, life and death. Only the names have been changed to protect the innocent and guilty.

Week two of the Iraq Inquiry

If the first week of the Iraq Inquiry confirmed anything, it was that the major protagonists in the formulation and manufacture of industrial strength whitewash with a hint of brown. Had lost non of their former ruthless criminal intent and eagerness to torture, harass and drug any still to stupid to tell the truth.

For only compliant yes men, on song canaries and photogenic liars with their sweat gland surgically removed so as better to talk out of their arses. Stared in this Christmas political pantomime, a Punch and Judy show - that's the way to do it - left until the dying day's, for the sub-species of extinct dinosaur Libour metamorphosed into.

In order to again play the ace up their sleaze, the fallibility of human memory and complicity of the media in another re-write of history according to the Bear Rich Project and those with heads so far up their arses, they could brush each others teeth. Thankfully Bear and Brush discovered at that first male bonding session at the Presidents Crawfish Ranch, dressed and jeans and plaid shirts, they used the same toothpaste and dental hygienist to knock out the teeth of any whom threatened to take away the cardboard kaleidoscopes.

With the pieces in flux, while they painted rainbows in the Technicolour vomit of overt sycophancy and complete disregard for the international law and the United Nations Charter. To which both contries are signatories - that's the way to do it - amidst the cracked, distorting mirrors and ever thickening smoke of another Government orchestrated inquiry. Into the dizzying activities of the spinning men, the media magicians and focus group Covens for those in the loop, hypnotised and wild eyed. Who play pass the parcel to you, to me, to you with Alice in Wonderland and the Cheshire cat's cosmetic dentistry claimed on expenses, riding upon the 'gravy train' jumping up and down shouting me, me, me or talking in code.

It was like watching the National Theatres latest production of 'The Cherry Orchard'. Beautiful scenery, flash web site but the same wooden actors, performing word perfect and line by line from an old script, the audience mesmerised by flashing lights and a shared understanding of history's intent but unwilling, or unable to learn from it. Without exception, they lied then and are still the same crafted, polished stinkers as published in autobiographies and upon their 'Face Back' web page.

Any to stupid to believe in truth and integrity, or taken by a sudden attack of conscience. Were long ago decapitated (technical term for destroying someone), or given doses of pure LSD, which drove them mad or to committee suicide in Blue Bell Wood. Amongst the fairies and pixie dust of kaleidoscope world, for in the Kingdom of the blind, the one eyed man is always King.

As to the extent that the latest Iraq Inquiry was government orchestrated whitewash with a hint of brown. Just looking at the 'who's who' of Knights, Lords and compliant military men, staring in this Punch and Judy show at the end of a short pier, yes men to a man. You knew it was the same old, same old selling out of democracy and freedom, the abandonment of cabinet government and accountability. In favour of off-the-record, Ikea sofa government and KGB surveillance of any to doubt or question the Bear Rich Project and tartan totalitarianism's terracotta army of nodding dog politicians. The Millennium Dome full of tumbling, spinning, fiddling and flipping men. When after weeks of advertising the greatest spectacular of the decade ever televised, it turned out to be nothing by a troop of coffee hyperactives and hung over alcoholics sailing through the air upon the end of metal wires.

By having the Iraq Inquiry at the end of a short pier, in the final day's of Libour's cuckoo Parliament with its sell out, wash out car-boot revolution and dark night of the soul. For those who did not, could not believe in the Messianic ramblings of (Teflon) Tony and his trained pet's, the big black Vultures who sat hungrily around the cabinet table waiting for opportunity to come bing, bang, bunging at their door. No doubt bought by the British tax payers along with a floating duck house for the lake. Where could be heard the call of the Coot and mournful, haunting 'water boarding' man's song: 'Splish, splash, splosh, tell us what you know Tosh, before we almost drown you again'.

Remained fully in control of this re-telling of a classic work of fiction, along with all the back story's and sub-plots where, in the world of shadows, are hidden all the truths New Libour abandoned long before its fist election victory. Along with tradition and a commitment to democracy as they changed their politics and colour. Red on day, green the next, then blue and red again but that was the enduring fascination of Ikea sofa government for control freaks and habitual liars, the opportunity to make it up as they went along.

Surrendering as they did to the mystical, mumbo-jumbo of Tony Bear who daily heard the voice of God whispering inside his head, telling him to invade Iraq and sell out his own country, for a leading roll upon the international stage. To sit again at the 'top table' amongst the power dressers and mouth breeders, those who spoke the international language of unmarked used dollars or pounds stuffed into sports bags or secret numbered Swiss Bank Accounts. The scratch and sniff smell of new bank notes changes every fifteen minutes, for those with an addiction to air miles, warehouse's full of bing, bang, bung freebies and priceless promises of politics patronage and favour to the highest bidder.

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The World Of Shadows

Of course there are realities within realities, truths within truths and lies within lies and if we are to believe some scientists, worlds within worlds. All inexorably bound together by thin threads of time and space, into an web of infinite possibility and potential. Delicately balanced by conflicting gravity's between past and future, light and dark, good and evil, life and death. Only the names have been changed to protect the innocent and the guilty.

Day three if the Iraq Inquiry

Intelligence was patchy claim civil servant's as the latest government whitewash, this time with a hint of brown, was made ready to be sprayed over everything and everyone.

Patchy! Is an exaggeration to say the least, it was non-existent and like that infamous 'cut and paste' work of fiction, the classic Iraq and weapons of mass distraction dodgy dossier. Was comprised of extracts from a student thesis, out of date pre-first Gulf War reconnaissance photographs, key statements from a defecting Iraqi General, who would have told people the sky was green if he thought it would help with his asylum claim and the bits John Purple, the JIG (joint intelligence group) and Tony Bear made up to add gravitas and authority to a used car salesman's dream, a 'cut and shunt' accident waiting to happen but not in my name.

While in 'Cool Britannia's' dim and secret corners, close to the heart of darkness and those monsters hiding within immunity to prosecution and righteous purpose. Any to stupid to tell the truth - there are no WMD's - were drugged, harassed, tortured, threatened and had professional and personal reputations completely destroyed by New Libours dirty tricks department.

While those smiling and snickering who lied the best, the most convincingly before the high definition, flat screen reality of the war on terror. Levitated is if by magic and wonder, up into the rarefied air of those dressed in silk stockings with dead Stoat's draped casually over their manly shoulders, to sit with the Lords and Liar's, the cross dressers who changed their politics as they did their silk stockings and designated main residences. As Lord Sneaky Bastard of 'I'll Say Whatever you want'. Just so long as the elevator goes non stop , all the way up to the penthouse suit. Where thanks to the bing, bang, bung, bonus culture, you can see forever.

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The World of Shadows

The World Of Shadows

Only in the shadows will you find the truth.

Of course there are realities within realities, truths within truths, lies within lies and if we are to believe some scientists, worlds within worlds. All inexorably bound together by thin threads of time and space, into a shimmering web of infinite possibility and potential; delicately balanced by conflicting gravity’s somewhere between past and future, light and dark, good and evil, life and death.

That the majority of people can be so readily deceived by the smoke and mirrors constituting contemporary governments and their ideologies of power. While the rest are silenced by fear, or threats that ‘you are either with us or against us’. Comes as no real surprise to me, I have seen its well oiled machinery slip silently into action during previous conflicts, have lived under a succession of Governments, some better, some worse, some committed to freedom and democracy, some nothing more than brutal elected dictatorships.

‘In a time of universal deception, telling the truth is a revolutionary act.’
George Orwell.

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