End of Year Reflections 2023

A Time of Hope

End of Year Reflections

It’s impossible to think of the present without thinking of the past and to be grateful for the lifting of those odious, malevolent and vicious sanctions against liberty, which is essentially what the lockdowns were. For what seemed like an eternity the world became a prison and, for a while at least, Austria became one of its harshest wards. The results of that brutal crackdown, that war on humanity, that ongoing revolution from above, aren’t difficult to see: ambulances in motion are omnipresent, job vacancies are everywhere and the once proud public transport system of Vienna is in sad disarray.

At Christmas one also tends to think of all those with whom one once celebrated but with whom one can celebrate no more. One thinks of an old lady, once a neighbour, who moved into an old people’s home only to escape after an attempt on her life. Two weeks after the police picked her up and deposited her once more she was dead. And for weeks, if not months beforehand there had been little she could talk of other than her old people’s home, in which she’d taken a peculiar delight.

One thinks of visits to doctors, who now seem somewhat insecure. More and more are waking up and are becoming aware of the magnitude of the crime they’ve committed.

One also thinks of friends and acquaintances, those who mistakenly took the jab, who either have advanced stages of cancer or have already passed away.

At the core of our thoughts must remain the Genocide by Jab, the Hospital Holocaust and their innumerable victims; nobody knows for sure how many have died.

Yet, in the past years and months: new fronts in the war against humanity have opened, most tellingly in Gaza. If the war against Russia and Ukraine still vaguely resembles an armed conflict, Gaza is more akin to a slaughterhouse where babies are murdered by the minute rather than the hour.

There are those who celebrate the deaths of Israelis, as if this were some kind of sport or contest and are happy that the resistance is hitting one armoured vehicle an hour and that Israeli soldiers are shooting each other or blowing each other up. But they fail to understand that this is yet another aspect of the war against humanity. Israel was once one of the harshest wards during the lockdowns and it was where the Genocide by Jab was once most thoroughly, intensely and successfully forced through. That Israeli lives are of no account (just as those of Palestinians are of no account) should surprise nobody. That American mercenaries are currently being employed tells us much about how much the ongoing genocide in Gaza is quintessentially an American project.

There are those who celebrate the end of Israel, and it looks extremely likely that the colonial/settler project started over a century ago will most likely fail, but one mustn’t forget the miseries this will entail. Not to speak of the dangers to world peace.

It seems very much like Netanyahu & Co are playing for keeps. It is Greater Israel or complete destruction and they seem to have no qualms about unleashing World War Three.

In short, we are in something of a mess, yet there is hope, there is invariably hope.

Some are resigned to doom and disaster, to the triumph of evil but many think, I suspect correctly, that the real danger has already passed.

The powers that be, the High Cabal, the c.8,000 Satanist, pedophile Oligarchs (the friends of Jeffrey Epstein) who run the world through BlackRock, Vanguard, the City of London, the Bank of International Settlements, the EU, the Jesuits, the Free Masons etc. etc. are on a strict timetable and are making errors as a consequence. They are rushing things through, whether the jabs or five gee, and people are refusing to be bamboozled.

There is no need to rebel or start a revolution. How can one rebel against a revolution from above? What is necessary is to be able to think and dream about a world without oligarchy, a world in which the common man and woman is king and queen. This is what is approaching us, a world with horizontal power structures and a world in which we will have to combine our urban skills with the skills of growing our own food. The banks, in their current form, will be gone, and it will be necessary to organize among ourselves, to develop social and communal skills in order to survive. The beauty is that there will no longer be compulsion but rather conversation.

A New Dawn awaits us: Freedom.