![]() Governments and corporate bodies thrive on a paradox - outwardly, they defend democracy, fairness, and order, the pillars of a civilized society. Yet, scratch beneath the facade, and you’ll find ambition, greed, and a ravenous hunger for control. Always simmering. Always ready to strike. The game of power is about appearing democratic; And mastering the dark forces that lie beneath. So, the question isn’t whether you play - But Do you truly understand how power plays?
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![]() I needed to learn a new way of reacting, a new way of seeing the situation - something different from what I had absorbed from my family and upbringing. So I did the work. I opened up. I faced my struggles. and I confronted the negative emotional patterns that had caused harm to myself and to others. For the help I received, For the self-awareness I now have - I am Deeply Grateful. But there comes a point when seeking help itself can become a habit. A point where I realize that instead of continuously relying on others, I need to apply what I’ve learned on my own. These new ways of thinking and reacting are now mine to practice. There’s a time when you must gather all the wisdom and insights you’ve gained and walk forward ALONE, learning to navigate challenges with Awareness and Strength. Once you recognize these new patterns and integrate them into your life, you become the master of your own growth. And in that realisation - that you are stronger than you once believed and more whole, than you were led to think - there is a profound sense of Empowerment and Freedom. ![]() To those who dedicate themselves intensely to a particular field can eventually reach a point where they no longer see just the individual parts - they develop a deep, intuitive feel for the entire process. What once seemed like separate pieces of a puzzle - now flows as a seamless whole. Mastery isn’t just about knowledge; it’s about wisdom - embodied understanding that goes beyond logic. The true expert moves with intuition, guided not just by what they know, but by what they sense, adapting effortlessly to complexity with insight and clarity. ![]() The need for certainty - the greatest disease the mind and world face. In our relentless pursuit of absolute answers, we close ourselves off to growth, creativity, and the unknown - the sacred spaces where true discovery and progress thrive. Embracing uncertainty is not weakness; it is the path to wisdom, to resilience, and to genuine freedom. We've seen these narrative pivots before. After 9/11, the attackers were primarily Saudi and Afghani, yet the "War on Terror" conveniently shifted to Iraq. Now, we started by taking in Ukrainian refugees fleeing war, but suddenly, without debate, we’re accepting mass migration from across Asia, the Arab world, and Africa. How did that switch happen so seamlessly? Did we notice but choose silence, or were we conditioned to accept it without question? And if you dare to ask, you're labeled racist, xenophobic, or worse—shamed into silence while the agenda marches on.
It's the same media-driven manipulation we saw with COVID-19. At first, the rules were arbitrary, changing by the day. Now, we know the virus leaked from a lab, was man-made, and had a survival rate well above 99%—yet we were coerced into mass vaccination. The so-called "vaccine" wasn’t even a vaccine until they rewrote the definition to fit the agenda. And now, with undeniable evidence of harm, those who warned us are censored, smeared as "anti-science" or "conspiracy theorists," even when the truth becomes undeniable. The pattern is clear: question the narrative, and they’ll do everything they can to silence you. Sound is one of the most powerful forces for healing—something mystics and ancient traditions have always understood. Certain frequencies resonate with specific areas of the body, helping to restore harmony. The hum of bees has a profound healing effect, just as the energy emitted by trees influences our well-being. Different types of trees vibrate at unique frequencies, each offering its own healing properties. By discovering the frequency that resonates with you, you can cultivate a sense of inner peace. Some people feel drawn to the ocean, while others find solace in the mountains—could this be your soul intuitively guiding you? I believe so. What else might your soul be trying to tell you? In the stillness of nature, if you listen closely, you just might hear it.
![]() I wonder if the depth of our connection is built on something more than just the fire between us. If intimacy expands beyond the bedroom into quieter spaces of our lives. Does she truly see me? Am I her closest friend, or just the man she desires? The chemistry is undeniable but I wonder... And if that spark fades with time what remains? Do we have enough shared moments, enough laughter, enough understanding to hold us together when this passion becomes dormant? I hope what we have is more than just a burning flame I hope it’s something that can weather time, something that deepens, rather than diminishes, with age. ![]() The medical system is designed to keep patients paying, even when nothing changes in their treatment. Take Ventolin, for example - an asthma medication, that a patient might have been using for 30 years without any adjustments. Yet, every three to six months, they are forced to pay €20 just to have their doctor reissue the same prescription, even though the pharmacy could easily dispense it without this unnecessary step. It’s a money-making cycle that prioritizes bureaucracy and profit over patient care, charging people for the privilege of accessing the medication they depend on. To make things even worse, the system is completely uneven. If you're a public patient with a medical card or an asylum seeker, doctor visits and prescriptions are free. While that might seem fair on the surface, it actually clogs up the system even more, as people who don’t necessarily need to see a doctor take up appointments, making it harder for those who genuinely need care to be seen. Meanwhile, paying patients are stuck shelling out money for routine prescriptions, like Ventolin, that haven’t changed in decades. The whole setup feels less about patient care and more about making sure the system keeps profiting off the people.
![]() They call me names to silence me, twisting words to make me the villain. They call me "transphobic" for saying men aren’t women, a "grandma murderer" for questioning the danger of Covid, and a "Nazi" for believing illegal immigration should be stopped. They call me "anti-science" for pointing out the risks of vaccines and "misogynistic" for saying unborn babies also have rights. They accuse me of being "antisemitic" for condemning the killing of women and children, an "enemy of democracy" for wanting to stop funding Ukraine, and a "danger to the planet" for questioning climate narratives. They even call me "racist" for citing official crime statistics. But let’s be clear... I don’t care what they call me. I won’t be pressured into silence or forced to abandon what I believe to be the truth. Samhain: A Song for the Darkened Year
In the breath of autumn's dying, As leaves wither and return to earth, Samhain calls, the ancient murmur, A song of endings, a song of birth. This is the hour of darkness growing, A womb’s embrace, cool and deep, Where death and life are twined together, And something stirs, though all else sleeps. Here the soil cloaks seeds in mystery, Hidden from the eager light, Here the hushed womb keeps its vigil, In the mother's dark, life takes flight. But we have forgotten the sacred shadow, Feared the fall, the dying leaf. In chasing light, we fled from silence, Lost in our denial of grief. What waits within that pitch of blackness? The depths we dare not often tread— It is the source, the root of wonder, The home of all we think is dead. For every end is the seed’s beginning, Death a door, and fear, our guide. We honor life by knowing darkness, By seeing the other, the other side. So on this night when veils grow thinner, Let us hold death as our kin, And in its heart, the pulse of life-beat, The power to shed, transform, begin. Embrace the shadows, honor endings, Take the gift of Samhain’s might. Let darkness heal and show its wisdom, For in its depths grows our true light. Indigenous people around the world have a deep spiritual connection to the land, understanding how to respect and listen to her. In contrast, the top echelon of people today—the wealthy and powerful—often show no regard for nature, exploiting it for political and financial gain.
The media, which should be bringing these critical issues to light, tends to focus instead on narratives they’re directed to cover, often surrounding war or threats of conflict. These stories ultimately serve the interests of the elite, whose actions often run counter to environmental sustainability and respect for our Earth. It may not be until these global players themselves feel the impact of nature’s power that they’ll recognize the consequences of their actions. When that realization comes, they might finally urge the media to report on environmental issues, inspiring the public to reconnect with the land and foster change. However, the question remains: will it be too late? By then, will humanity have harmed the Earth so profoundly that there is no longer time to restore it to a sustainable state? In the multifaceted world of housing economics, the high cost of renting a home is a major challenge for many people's finances. Imagine a change where rental prices were cut in half, allowing hardworking people to save more money for a down payment on a house. This forward-thinking approach would aim to level the playing field and make homeownership more achievable.
By giving priority to those who work hard for the country, we create an environment where owning a home is within reach. At the same time, we can consider those who rely on social welfare, and ensuring they have a fair chance in the housing queue, without neglecting the struggles of those hard-workers who pay rent. In this suggested solution, harmony can be found – addressing the housing crisis by balancing affordability, hard work, and social responsibility. As we move towards a more equitable housing situation, the dream of owning a home would become a tangible reality for those striving to make ends meet. Nestled between sodden hills and meandering streams of Maree, there lived an old herbalist named Awen. He was renowned for his vast knowledge of herbs and their mystical properties, particularly a sacred herb known as ‘evils Claw.
‘evils Claw was said to possess magical healing properties, but its true potential could only be unlocked if one knew the ancient prayer that accompanied its usage. Legends spoke of a rhyme passed down through generations, a secret incantation that, when recited with utmost sincerity, would amplify the herb's healing powers. One day, a young local fell ill with a mysterious sickness. Despite Awen's extensive knowledge, he couldn't identify the root cause of his sickness. Desperate to help he decided to use the legendary ‘evils Claw. Awen gathered the herb from his hidden garden and prepared a potion with great care. However, as he held the concoction in his hands, he realized he had forgotten the sacred verse that would unleash ‘evils Claw's true potential. Panic set in as he desperately searched through his ancient herbal research, but the verse eluded him. Determined not to give up, Awen decided to embark on a journey to seek guidance from his parents, the Elders of the Whispering Woods, Ele & An who were recluses and whom had thought him the magic of herbalism – they were sure to hold the ancient verses of forgotten herbs. The journey was long but after days of travel, Awen reached the heart of the Whispering Woods. The wise Sages, listened intently to his plight. With a knowing smile, the Sages shared the long-forgotten verse for the ‘evils Claw herb. Awen memorized every word and rushed back to Maree, hope rekindled in his heart. Upon his return, Awen recited the verse with unwavering belief, and the ‘evils Claw worked its magic. The man's illness began to subside, and the townland marveled at the miraculous healing brought forth by the ancient herb and the power of the sacred verse. From that day forward, the people of Maree held the ‘evils Claw and its accompanying prayer in the highest regard. They learned that sometimes, the true magic of nature lies not only in the herbs themselves but in the wisdom and faith with which they are wielded. And so, the tale of Awen and the ‘evils Claw herb became a cherished story, passed down through the generations of Maree, a reminder of the importance of both knowledge and belief in the enchanting world of herbs and magic.
![]() In the quiet chambers of their tender hearts, they stand like sponges, ready to absorb the hues of the world painted by the hands of those that subjugate them. Little did they ask for the burden of these emotions. The heavy cloak of discord threaded into the fabric of their upbringing. What did they do to deserve these atrocities that are shaping the minute world of their very existence? Their spirits, like delicate vessels, having to navigate the turbulent seas of ancestral storms. Yet, within them, a flame relentlessly flickers. A soul yearning for its own destiny. Amidst the shadows of hurt and disharmony, there lies a mystery - Through the fractured pieces of their upbringing, their soul, like a relentless phoenix, will rise from the ashes of adversity. Resilient and untamed, it has its own destiny – and with faith they can rise above the haunting shadows of their past. Illuminated by the grace from within, these children will escape this time of horrific circumstance and become architects of their own histories. I hope they find the strength to transform, the regime of this time, and guide us on a path of truth and peace. |
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