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I grew up in a time when the best advice for protection should the evil USSR attack the USA (and hence the entire “Western” world) with “Atomic Bombs” was to duck and cover. A clever little jingle was devised along with a quaint animation of a turtle. There was an education programme generated to encourage school children to run inside should they hear the sirens. If they heard a large, loud bang and saw a super bright flash, “brighter than the sun” they should throw themselves to the ground and cover themselves with anything nearby, school desk, picnic cloth, napkin; perhaps the nearest other person.

 

That was called the “Cold War”. According to historic record, it ended in the early 1990’s.

 

In the late 1960’s and early 1970’s the Vietnam War became the next big thing. My ten-year-old self was drawn into fear of terrifying things called “communists” who also happened to be from Asia. My little boy was thus advised to fear the “yellow peril”, Asian communists who were coming in marauding hordes to overthrow the entire world with their evil plots to enslave every “free” person in the world. The predominant reason we were considered the “free world” was because “The Allies” (essentially “partners in war – Australia, New Zealand, Great Britain, France, Russia, a couple of other small inconsequential countries and eventually the good old US of A ‘our saviours’) had prevented the dastardly, evil Germans and the inscrutable, evil Japanese from overpowering us. We “good guys” had stopped the “baddies” by dropping “Atomic Bombs” on not one, but two Japanese cities, killing hundreds of thousands of innocent people who didn’t manage to successfully “duck and cover”. That intervention also left a legacy of generational radiation sickness that doesn’t have an end date.

By the time I was twelve I had decided that I would be a “conscientious objector” because Australians were being conscripted, (read that as coerced and forced under threat of imprisonment – so that’s not new) to go to another country and kill people.

 

Please take special note of this. At twelve years of age, I had abandoned enough of my innocent childhood to take a decision not to travel to another country to kill people. Lovely.

 

Soon the nineteen eighties arrived. Greed was deemed to be good. Everyone was publicly encouraged to worship endless economic growth, endless consumption and endless selfishness. Amid that, the next thing to fear arose. It was a terrible disease passed on by sexual interaction. It was destined to kill absolutely everyone – Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome or AIDS. I was in my early twenties and had recently discovered the joy of sexual interaction. Nasty thing to fear at the time.

 

Same decade, CNN happened, bringing the very first twenty-four-hour news. It was lauded as a good thing. In my opinion it wasn’t and still isn’t. MTV opened up the world of music and entertainment in a way that had never been possible before. Mobile phones came into the world. I had one of the first ones, since I was in the media. It felt ridiculous talking to oneself in the street. I got used to it. We all did. I purchased a personal computer, an Amstrad 64.

The communications and online revolution had begun in earnest.

The Berlin Wall, a physical wall built between two parts of one nation back in 1961, purporting to protect the citizens of West Germany from scary “socialists” and East Germans from scary “fascists” was pulled down. Neither the frightening fascists nor the scary socialists were all that terrifying as it turned out. They were all people trying to live the best lives they could while power-drunk politicians provided the rhetoric and the vitriol.

Ah, labelling. Best left for jam jars.

 

Fast forward to the nineties and I was sacked unceremoniously from a senior management role I had in the media. In an interview with the media proprietor, I was told to adjust the news service we provided to the public to suit the owner’s political preference.

I refused.

He sacked me.

 

I guess the most frightening thing in the western world of business in the 1990’s was a thing called “Y2K”.

We were all led to believe that every computer built and programmed up to that time was going to collapse into utter disarray because the time clocks installed in them wouldn’t be able to jump into a new millennium. Huge amounts of taxpayer money and private funds were allocated to protecting us from this devastating collapse. Disaster was averted, though it seemed that those who spent huge amounts of money averted disaster and those who did nothing at all also managed to avert the same disaster.

 

By this time, I owned and was operating several tiny radio stations in Brisbane, called Planet Radio. (We did nothing about Y2K though the whole operation depended on computers. All our computers just kept doing what they had always done.)

Alternative thinkers from all over the place graced the dusty doorway and ramshackle studios of Planet Radio. You see, alternative or perhaps “free” thinkers would make approaches to the ‘mass media’ outlets – Television, Radio, Magazine and Press and would be refused interviews and publicity opportunities.

Why?

Most often it was because the information they were purveying didn’t fit the “mainstream” position. They were considered freaks and weirdos. Not worth the space. Oxygen thieves.

 

On Planet Radio, we welcomed them. Offered them a chance to speak. Be heard. Share a different perspective.

I personally heard about such things as the ongoing slaughter of the incumbent people in West Papua. Mainstream didn’t want to know about that. The official Australian Government position was that it wasn’t happening. I interviewed an activist who was the last member of her family. All the others had been murdered.

I involved Planet Radio in publicising information about the Food Irradiation plant being established north of Brisbane. The plant that now irradiates most fresh food that comes into Australia. That’s right, with (among other components) Cobalt 60. Those protesting included Dr Helen Caldicott. She called into question the validity of irradiating food with dangerous nuclear radiation as one concern and the necessity of transporting it from Brisbane airport in trucks on a regular basis as another.

Mainstream media didn’t want to touch that one either.

 

In 2001 the whole world watched buildings collapse in New York City. Many people thought that would lead to a third world war. In a way, it did. Suddenly the nation with an image of the being the most powerful nation in the world had been struck a body blow. Almost as soon as the toxic dust had settled, questions began to arise about the fidelity of the “mainstream” narrative. Rather than attaching to any of those narratives, mainstream or otherwise, I recognised that I and many others no longer dutifully embraced whatever stories were being presented by government, officialdom and a financially complicit and compliant media. Over decades, through numerous revelations of corruption and self-interest many people lost faith that politicians and government genuinely worked for the benefit of the people.

 

Not long after, the Australian Government sent a “terrorist” brochure to every address in the nation, warning Australians to be vigilant in protecting themselves and other genuine Aussies from the imminent threat of terrorism. At the time I had dark hair and a dark beard. I looked a lot like the Arabic gentleman on the back of the brochure. The caption said that if someone looked like that guy, I should report them to the authorities. I had to decide whether to send that piece of propaganda back where it came from or dob myself in.

I sent it back.

Return to sender.

I was horrified.

Some of my Australian friends with middle eastern heritage were well beyond horrified.

 

In 2004, the Australian Government (arguably one of the wealthiest nations in the World) spied on the East Timorese parliament in order gain unfair advantage and to steal from one of the poorest nations in the world. It was vehemently denied until a whistle blower from within their own ranks made that impossible. Check the story to see the strategies our government (yes successive ones of both colours) have employed to prevent being prosecuted for this heinous crime.

Many other issues demanded that I become, at the least, a “questioner”. So many issues, when investigated further than the nightly news, revealed perspectives, positions and realities that meant I could no longer accept the dominant narrative as having any immediate value at all. Some of them, as I came to understand the nature of the propaganda, were deeply disturbing.

None of these matters were dealt with in any depth, if at all, in “mainstream” media. Some of them gained some attention years later, in an environment where “up to the minute” news is king, so they were swallowed, had a short film made about them and were forgotten.

 

Planet Radio began to get a bit of a name for being willing to provide alternative perspectives and I began to embrace alternative perspectives on the basis that I gained access to knowledge that was intentionally withheld from the public.

I began to have very serious doubts about the quality and breadth of field of the information reaching the public in what purported to be a representative, liberal democracy, bastion of free speech and myriad perspectives.

It became apparent to me that there was a proclivity in government and media to stick to one “official narrative”.

There were strategies in place to ensure that occurred.

Check the back story on witness K and Australia’s involvement in East Timor as mentioned above.

While you’re at it check

• Australia’s history with DDT and 245T (maybe search Agent Orange)
• what the Australian Government did to our armed forces at Maralinga.
• our history on asbestos and James Hardie.
• our history on asbestos and the Original people.
• what year this country recognised the Original people as being human rather than part of the fauna.
• if you have a very strong stomach, the real history of our treatment of the Original people of this land.
• how the Australian government is treating Julian Assange. Pray that you don’t ever need them to advocate for you.
• some alternative perspectives on the polio vaccine and vaccines in general. The jury is still out on the efficacy of several vaccines.
• how our medical profession once encouraged smoking cigarettes.
• our record with a poorly tested wonder drug called thalidomide.
• how many weapons of mass destruction were in Iraq?
• how Doctors and Nurses were threatened with two years’ imprisonment if they revealed the abhorrent conditions in which innocent children were incarcerated on the tiny prison island of Nauru.

The list is atrociously long and getting longer every day.

 

Did I mention that during my time in mainstream media I was professionally trained in the manipulation of human behaviour? We had the best teachers in the field flown in from the USA. It was a fascinating study. I became good at it. I learned how to get advertising clients to do what was good for our media outlet and I learned how to get the audience to do what I wanted.

I felt very clever and more than a little sick to the stomach.

 

Where is all this leading?

 

As soon as Bill Gates suddenly appeared on media and social media proposing that there was likely to be a pandemic and the only way through would be via mass medical intervention, I saw an alarming “red flag”. His appearance, followed by a just as sudden disappearance was a classic first step in the kind of manipulation I had studied. I also had knowledge from well over a decade previous that Gates had been preparing, nay, planning for a pandemic. His position, according to a variety of sources at that time was to achieve a profane level of financial gain out of the suffering of others. There is plenty of video and audio record of him boasting about the business opportunity.

 

From then I watched with a mixture of awe, concern and disgust as the living theatre played out, scene by predictable scene. I shared with several people close to me, my take on how things would roll. I was on the mark.

 

The censorship of information which did not align with the dominant narrative was a key indicator. The dismissal of opportunities for the population to investigate prophylactic treatments for a pandemic was another principal indicator.

 

Another fast forward to March 2022. Two years since this current “pandemic” drama began and I have reached a conclusion.

 

I don’t know anything.

 

Neither do you.

 

That doesn’t prevent me from having an opinion on any number of things. It is likely that I will form opinions from those things that have impacted my perspectives as I have moved from being a tiny baby to a man in my sixties. A few of those are listed in this article. Thousands or millions more are not. Many of them have impacted and influenced me yet I have zero awareness of the impact they have had to my perspective and my opinion. Yet still they play their part in making me the obstreperous human I have become.

 

It is my opinion that this also applies to you.

 

In the absence of “knowing” I am presented with few alternatives. Not knowing is frightening. It feels insecure. It feels dangerous and disconcerting. It feels like walking in countries where I cannot speak the language and have to trust that in general, people do not wish me harm but may well reach out to care for me. It feels like accepting that part of this journey called life is a thing we have called DEATH. We have named it separately, put it in capital letters and often seem to view it as though it’s not an intrinsic part of life, that it is somehow separate.

 

So, I have come, kicking and screaming, to an acceptance of death as part of life. It’s my primary motivation to ‘do’ as well as ‘be’.

Without death I would have no reason to do anything.

On that basis I choose how to engage with life in every single moment. I can drop your opinion of me completely though sometimes I still slip up. I can make choices for my own life that fan out to contribute to this thing we have constructed in our minds and called “society”. The popular narrative is that we need to buckle down to what society demands, for the good of all.

 

In my opinion that is one definition of insanity.

 

My choice is to go as deeply as I am able in what is described as the “inner journey”. It is very personal. It is individual. Society has no part in it. My choice is to investigate the nature and experience of this inexplicable existence. In my experience, it is a choice which requires courage. There will be those who will object and tell me I must get in line, listen to the experts, follow the rules, be realistic.

 

(If anyone reduces this to the validity of which side of the road on which to drive or something similarly banal, I’m going to ignore you – you are a simpleton.)

 

We live in a time where several billion of us have access to endless information. There is so much information it is not possible to process even a small portion of it. Some would say this is a good reason for humanity to embrace transhumanism, to become machines, to morph into supercomputers. Some would say it is a good reason to follow the lead of those who would generously don the mantle of responsibility for “society” and lead us all into the future they envision.

My challenge with these indiscreetly garbed Emperors of our time is that from my twisted, unusual, unique, poorly informed, arrogant, unintelligent and ultimately misguided perspective I witness no humility at all. From where I can observe them, I witness blistering, consumptive arrogance. I witness bluff, bluster and sleight of hand. I witness abject self-interest barely concealed behind a “glamour” which tells me that I can have what they have if I just play the game in the way I am told.

 

My answer is no.

 

The freedom to add my own brand of weird remains with this thing I identify as me. No-one gets to stick a needle in me without my permission. No-one gets to track and trace me without my permission. No-one gets to tell me I can’t gather with my friends and family to celebrate or mourn.

 

I do not consent.

 

If these things are your intent, or if you would attempt to shame me into compliance you will be denied. You can stop trying.

 

No-one gets to play God with my life, except the force that created this fabulous, exquisite, terrifying, astounding, beautiful realm in which I reside for this little while. Ever since I came face to face with that “creator of all things”, the rantings and ravings of petulant little humans, no matter how influential they might perceive themselves to be, have become nothing more than the swansong of pesky pretenders who have not yet realised they are redundant.

My body is a temple for which I remain responsible. My perspective is valid until I decide to change it. You have no say in the matter. It doesn’t change because I am outnumbered or outgunned.

It is my unique perspective and contribution, flawed and misguided though it may be, which adds a single, fragile thread into the design of this exquisite tapestry, this incredible existence in which we all dance or trudge. Each unique perspective also adds one single, fragile thread. Put all the threads together and we don’t just create a society, we create an infinitely more magnificent playground of beauty than any one of us can imagine on our own.

 

Life is an extraordinary, fantastic, multicoloured tapestry. Those who seek to bind me to comply with ridiculous rules which serve no-one but self-appointed “masters” offer me nothing more than a sodden, grey blanket.

The deep inner journey reveals our unique, individual souls. As more and more of them are revealed, we design a collective soul. It is magnificent and awe inspiring.

 

What I see presented to me as life in the dominant narrative of today is a sodden, grey blanket. It has no regard for my soul or yours and that is its fatal flaw, its redundancy, it’s abject failure.

 

The remainder of my time here is dedicated to the revelation of my soul.

 

On the path I have chosen, everyone remains at choice. All I can do is recommend the journey into awe and wonder.

 

If you’ve read this far, congratulations. 

Feel free to add your opinion or perspective in the comments, respecting the opinion and perspective of others. Don’t expect me to respond. I’m busy revelating my soul, remember?