All The World's A Stage

It began, in earnest, with 9/11.

Something was wrong with that picture.

For me, it was Baseball Cap Guy.  A seemingly random interview, by a TV reporter on the spot, with - reportedly - an eye witness to what had just happened in downtown Manhattan, with - reportedly - two airplanes crashing into the Twin Towers, one shortly after the other.  Reportedly, BC Guy saw it with his own eyes; or at least, one of the planes; and described the scene with all the panache of an extra on NYPD Blue.  Accounting from a script.  Telling us, even - as if, conveniently, extremely knowledgeable about the subject - how the impact could have accounted for the severity of the resulting fire.  Which, of course, we could all see.  With our own eyes…

Something wrong with this picture, I thought to myself, from my vantage point over in the north of Scotland, following the reporting of the event on TV.  

Including, in due course, the BBC anchor lady who reported on the collapse of Building 7 a half hour before it actually happened; with the building, inconveniently, showing in the camera shot behind her, still standing, as she reported on its collapse. 

Or perhaps, not 'inconveniently'. 

If some sort of Game was being played on us suckers, in TV viewing land…

And so, those two incidents led me to keep a closer eye on that event, as reporting of it unfolded.  Not  the ‘story’ about it as recounted by the MSM.  But by citizen reporters.  Having noted the same sort of things that I had - troubling little factoids1 - about that made-for-TV Special.  And digging deeper into its rubble.  Behind the ‘seen’.

Thank God - moving in mysterious ways - for the Internet.  

And so it proceeded.  The cover story.  

And the real story, behind the ‘seen’.          

Something was being said, to us.  That something was:

Pay attention.

And so, the ‘business at hand’ unfolded.  Before our very eyes.  And let’s jump now, a decade in, of this particular Game on the Board, to

a time of some new players on the ’seen’, called ‘crisis actors’ - and

the Sandy Hook Hoax.  With other citizen journalists, on the self-same Internet, reporting on its cast of troubling little factoids.

Like.

All involved - dead.  Twenty little children and six adults.  All, dead.  No injured.  

No one to talk about their ordeal.

No little kids your having to worry about flubbing their lines.

‘You.’

Among the perps behind the ‘seens’ of our artificial reality, being fed to us, to believe in.

By whom??

By those involved in an attempt to take over, for specific example, this country, and merge it into being just a part of a region of their long-planned-for New World Order.

Their totalitarian global kingdom.  

In total control -

once they have been able to get as many weapons of self-defense out of the hands of ‘The People’ as possible, before springing their trap (the confiscation of guns being behind these various escapades, played out for us to respond to like Pavlovian dogs) - 

of humanity.

To be used like cattle.

And then discarded.

At will.

The Will of these, our erstwhile masters.

Born - they think - to rule over us.

As vouchsafed to them by their god.

The Dark Prince behind the ‘seens’ of life.

Who still has to play by the rules of 

The Game.

Including, and especially, the rule of

free will.

Which leaves it up to us incarnate souls to have to exercise it.  That gift.  

To be given the opportunity to exercise it.  By the Dark side having to telegraph their punches.  (As in cartoons out of Hollywood.)2

So that the onus is on us.3

To extricate ourselves from - as I say - 

The Game.

Or not.

-

All the world’s a stage.

You deserve what you get.

You can succumb to the Dark side, yet again.

Or you can gain your

freedom.

And move on.  From the Game board.

Your choice.

As always.

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footnotes:

1 And like the second plane 'seen' slicing through the second Tower like a knife through butter; or perhaps a better analogy, to do with Hollywood special effects: like a Roadrunner cartoon.
   And the first plane, having been conveniently 'spotted' by a nearby cameraman, filming soothing totally extraneous, and swinging his camera precisely to the correct placement of the shot, and in perfect focus.
   And so the list, of such 'factoids,' goes.  On.  And on,  And on.

2 And speaking of Hollywood; and having just spoken of Baseball Cap Guy: There was also the cute little business, a little later on, in these later stages of The Game, at the Boston Marathon Bombing even-announced-at-the-site 'Drill', of Cowboy Hat Guy; subsequently outed as an extra in films.
   Didn't know about that 'little factoid'?
   You're not paying sufficient attention.
   Hey.
   Psst.
   Look.
   Not 'here'.
   There.  At - on - the other hand.
   Your very life - and progress on your Path - depends on it.
   P.S. That 'This is a drill' announcement - and including a timely online posting of the Boston Globe newspaper - obviously so that no innocent bystanders at the site would rush in and, thinking to help the slaughter, mess up what was in fact a shoot.  Complete with color-coded badges for the participants, identifying their various role categories, and a prosthetic device for one of the players, a paraplegic; whose hastily-attached device almost fell off as he was being rolled away in a wheelchair, and his 'attendants' (this was where Cowboy Hat Guy made his main entrance) had to stop and repair that damage to the shot, before continuing on.  In the fraud.
   Directed, it has been rumored, by a Hollywood ''name' who was subsequently seen at the White House having an appointment with the Usurper, Obama; name of Steven Spielberg.
   But as to that specific matter regarding this caper, I couldn't possibly comment.  

3 If you let someone steal elections, they'll steal elections.  Who's the onus on there??...
   They're rubbing your noses in it, people.
   It's almost past time to
   Wake.  Up.