Beacons Of Hope

By Ray Wilson

It’s Saturday, November 11, 2023, and early afternoon; the sky is blue, and the sun shines down on us, as we are on manoeuvrers. On another day over a century ago, the Armistice, a peace agreement signed on November 11, 1918, marked the end of World War I—the war to end all wars—and the beginning of peace negotiations.  Armistice Day in the UK commemorates the signing and the sacrifices made by those who have served their country.

“It’s a set-up,” Trev points out, “the media will try to frame it as far-right activists; there will be violent clashes with police and pro-Palestine protests in London and all of that.”

“Use it as a further reason to limit future gatherings, etc.—yea, it will be all over the lame stream legacy media tomorrow—for sure, it’s strange that in all of the massive London freedom marches we attended, nothing; there was not an iota of coverage from the mainstream media.” I say.
“Media muzzled by governments, or, more correctly, their handlers,” my missus replies.
Traffic is heavy, and we divert off south through the back roads that lead towards the coast—the roads that lead to Battle.

We talk about previous generations and family war heroes—our children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. How the unvaccinated ones are healthier, happier, and suffer less from infections, pneumonia, asthma, and developmental and neurological problems than the others who had vaccinations.

“Charles, the young one—he never gets ill for long, and he’s the only one who hasn’t been vaccinated—funny that.” Trev pauses. “The older ones are always suffering from something, and they have had most of the jabs kids have.”

We want to be on time but are running late, but the journey passes swiftly as we are immersed in a swirling vortex of conversation about governments and private stakeholders flashing their idealogical signals like the blinking heads of a monstrous hydra. Easy money—fast money with no liability for injuries caused by the low-skilled front-line medics just following orders and getting shots into arms.

“If it all goes pear-shaped, I suppose it will be blamed on yet another deadly variant, and that will pave the way to develop more medical interventions.” I suggest.

“It’s a new version of the medical industrial complex on steroids—the gift that never stops giving.” Trev is calm but seething beneath, rapping his fingers on the dashboard.

Hope springs external—here we are—all is very quiet, and we calm down.

It transpires that the keynote speaker, who has been unable to attend, has cancelled at the last minute due to the events playing out in London.

The afternoon passed by quickly, relaxing and talking with like-minded people.

We were told that “HOPE” intends to hold workshops to teach people the skills needed to take back control. The intention is for specialists to imbibe us with essential knowledge to easily treat our own ailments—our diseases—by removing the source of the problem and not masking it with drugs, which then require further drugs to mask the symptoms generated by the first arsenal of pharmaceuticals.

Marie, the first speaker, spoke about her personal journey that took her around the world photographing the rich and famous—how she had come full circle and back to Sussex, finding the answers captured by the lens of her camera in the symmetrical forms of plants and diverse expressions of nature. Her family is building a productive source of food grown on their own land using lasagna planting techniques. Good organic, nutrient-dense food, fresh air, sunlight, sleep, barefoot walking, exercise—it’s a lot of hard work. She explained to us some of the spiritual aspects inspired by Vladimir Nikolaevich Megres Nine Books of Anastasia.

Vladimir, a renowned entrepreneur and author of The Ringing Cedars of Russia, was born in 1950 in Ukraine. He spent his childhood with his grandmother and visited Father Feodorit, a priest of the Trinity-Sergiyev Monastery, where he saw the picture “The One and Only” before it was revealed. Megres started an independent life at 16 and worked as a photographer with Novosibirskoblfoto. At the beginning of Perestroika, he was president of the Inter-Regional Association of Siberian Entrepreneurs. In 1994, he organised two large-scale trade expeditions along the River Ob, where he met Anastasia in the Siberian taiga. The mystery was revealed in his books, with Anastasia as the main character. Megre wrote nine books between 1996 and 2006.

Marie told us of her visit to Russia—how people there will sit for hours in Dolmen-single chamber stone portal tombs from the Neolithic period to commune with ancestors, nature, and other dimensions. Dolmen are to be found in Ireland, India, Korea, and many other places worldwide.

These ancient structures have profound spiritual significance to the people who visit them, as they believe they allow them to connect with their ancestral roots and gain wisdom from the past. Marie was captivated by the serene atmosphere surrounding these dolmen sites.

Marie mentioned that on their Anastasia-inspired land project in Sussex, they kept three bee hives, and with the advent of the 5G rollout, the colonies were decimated. The bees’ navigational abilities were so disrupted by the signal that they literally could not find their way back to the hives.
After the interlude for a curry supper, Kate, our second speaker, reinforced the spiritual aspects, describing our bodies as temples—the importance of sunlight and nutrients from natural sources—crucially non-processed—for the proper and optimal function of our mitochondria. Mitochondria are the powerhouse of each and every one of our cells. Kate spoke about remedies using DMSO and chlorine dioxide. She spoke of grounding and eliminating EMF and reducing exposure to 5G.

There is a concern that 5G is a possible way of activating graphene oxide found in some of the “so-called” COVID jabs. Graphene oxide has the perfect molecular structure to be activated by a mobile phone signal.

“Well, that was a lot of information to take in,” Trev said as we prepared to drive home.
The speakers gave their time and resources for free, and money from the events helps keep Hope Sussex going. It is run entirely by volunteers who hope to expand their knowledge to benefit families, communities, and ultimately humanity. The beacon of truth must never be extinguished. The reason we are told the Great War was fought for freedom, our freedom, and future freedoms.
We must understand that wars rage on many levels; we are fighting on many fronts; it is a spiritual war; it is a psychological war; a war to capture our souls and crush humanity, as well as the engineered meat grinding wars still raging today across our world as in previous decades—can we still fail to see?

Now is the time—past the time—to stand up against the tyranny of governments. It’s the time for remembrance. Everyone in this country has family who fought bravely for us. Many died fighting for our freedom, so it’s personal. It is our duty to honour their sacrifice by actively opposing any form of oppression and ensuring that their efforts are not in vain. Let us unite and reclaim our rights, for it is only through collective action that we can secure a brighter future for ourselves and future generations.

Never in the history of human conflict at any time in our world is it so important to see. Who benefits from our death and our suffering? Who benefits from making us sick and keeping us sick? Who benefits from stealing our rights and curtailing our freedom of speech?
Who benefits from keeping us in a state of fear and, therefore, easily manipulated?
Let’s learn the skills we need right now. Everything is there for us; we just must learn how to use it.

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