We Must Not Comply With Our Digital Enslavement

Snow settles in Sussex

By Ray Wilson

A local newspaper reported that “parts of Sussex have been blanketed by snow today (Sunday, December 11) following freezing temperatures across the county.” Facebook posts on that Sunday evening mentioned that cars had been queuing for hours on the A22 and were crawling along at a snail’s pace. It seems like a long time ago already as we feel the power of the sun energising us this Easter weekend.

That December day popped into my head as I reflected on the UK government’s phone alert system test set for Sunday, April 23, at 3 p.m. The system is not to keep us safe from rain, floods, snow, plague, pestilence, and all other forms of disaster. It is a tyrannical control mechanism; it is a training tool. A Pavlovian behavioural procedure paired with a stimulus—an alert—to induce the required response. We are the only ones that we need; it’s always up to us, and we can keep each other safe.

The weeks leading up to Christmas are always a busy and exciting time, with people bustling around to finish their holiday preparations. It was Sunday, December 11th, and we had travelled to the town of Lewes on our motorcycle combination.

While my wife was in town making last minute purchases and talking with friends, I walked our dog along the river Ouse, and we climbed the hill towards Offham. I sat on a bench in the grounds of St. Peter’s Church, and I contemplated life. These last three years had made a massive dent in my trust in my fellow humans.

I understood that many had mortgages, bills to pay, and mouths to feed and would sacrifice doing the right thing for money. In the end, no amount of money will compensate those harmed and killed by the lies of the government and the mockingbird media.

I mused about energy as a force for good. I believe we are all intrinsically part of what Tesla called scalar energy. Scalar energy is a phase locked energy that has more energy contained in a cubic centimetre than thousands of nuclear bombs. We don’t really see it around us because we are part of it. Scalar energy was a fundamental part of Tesla’s research—the part that was hidden. We all know about alternating current: how Tesla invented it, how every country in the world adopted its principles, and how Edison’s unworkable DC model was discredited and forgotten. Tesla’s most important work was made to disappear as if it had never been. Scalar energy exists; we see it in nature. Just as our unique fingerprints are an expression of scalar energy, so are our auras. Hexagonal forms such as honeycombs, snowflakes, and sunflowers are all expressions of the scalar field. The ridges of sand on beaches and across deserts are the longitudinal expressions of the scalar field, as are the ridges of snow.

The day had started chilly but bright; clouds were brewing across the hills, so I decided I had better get a move on to be in time to meet my wife on the bridge. Some people struggled to walk; some slipped and fell; and ice was forming on the cobbled surface of the bridge.

We grabbed a bite to eat in the Needle makers’ restaurant. As we sat talking and eating, a few snowflakes started to fall, but nothing too concerning. Having hurriedly finished our meal, we loaded up the motorcycle combination, our dog jumped into the sidecar, and we were off. At first, it was no problem at all, and I started to wonder if the snow would actually settle. However, as we continued our journey, the snowfall became heavier and the road became more slippery, making it difficult to maintain control of the motorcycle.

This particular Sunday turned out to be quite an adventure We were about halfway home when suddenly the motorcycle started to lose traction and began to slide on the icy road. We had taken the major roads in the hope that the sheer volume of traffic would keep the vehicles moving. I tried to compensate for the lack of traction, but the motorcycle continued to slide until it finally came to a stop in a ditch on the side of the road. Gingerly, we extricated ourselves from this predicament and found a route through on a minor road, which eventually joined back up with the original road.

It was dark, my hands were frozen, and I could only just see our dog curled up snugly in her blankets in the sidecar. Up ahead of us, on a snaking hill, cars were slipping on the compacted snow, which was becoming sheet ice. The car in front was stuck with its hazard lights on. I tried to manoeuvre around, but the rear wheel was spinning and the clutch was heating up.

We were stuck; I had no cell phone reception.  As the snow continued to fall, we started to worry about how we were going to get home. That’s when a four-wheel drive overtook us, pulled around in front of us, and a woman got out. “I can tow you,” she said.

“Really, really?  Well, that would be great.”
She introduced herself as Nathalie and explained how she would tow our motorcycle combination. We were hesitant at first, not knowing this stranger and unsure if we should trust her, but Nathalie’s friendly demeanour and reassuring words put us at ease. “Normally I have ropes in here for the horses,” she said, “but I took them out earlier. Hold on, I have a couple of jump leads.”
She expertly tied them together. My hands were so cold, I couldn’t really help. “Sorry,” I said.

She tied a jump lead to our front forks and the other end to her tow-bar. “You can thank my dad,” she said. “He was a yachtsman and taught me all the knots.” She laughed.

As the drivers behind us got impatient, she told them what they could do in the most colourful language possible. “F off…”
With careful throttle control and Nathalie’s precise slow towing, we crept slowly towards home. The jump leads broke three times and were getting progressively shorter.

We pulled into a petrol station close to home.
“I might as well take you the rest of the way,” she said.
It turns out she had three children in the vehicle; one girl had hurt her knee riding her horse earlier in the day. “Mummy, I just want to go home,” she said.
“You’ve got a dog in there!” exclaimed Nathalie as I brushed the snow off the sidecar’s windscreen.
She told us about her horses before she turned around to go back along the icy road.
“I cannot believe what you have just done for us,” I said.

As we settled in for the night, safe and warm in our home, we couldn’t help but think about how lucky we were to have met such a good Samaritan on that snowy evening. We knew that without her help, we would have been stranded in the cold, dark night.

Our government cannot help us; it is wilfully blind, or it lies, or it does both. Whatever its declared intention, the opposite always happens. We must not comply with our digital enslavement.

Perhaps phone free Sundays would be the way. When an alert sounds, you will need to swipe the message to clear it and hit “OK” if you want to carry on using the device. This is not for me; at that point, my phone is surplus to requirements.

In each other, we find salvation; we are the people we need. We are the people that we have always needed. “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.”

The weeks leading up to Christmas can be a time of excitement and adventure, but they can also be a time of unexpected challenges. Thanks to the kindness and generosity of strangers like Nathalie, we can weather these challenges and make it safely home to celebrate the holiday with our loved ones.

This experience reminds us of the importance of looking out for one another, especially during the holiday season when acts of kindness can mean so much.