Wishing you all an enlightening new year :-)

May Peace Love and Fairness for all be the new world re- order!


“Bridge” over our river and some of our olive harvest





Ishmahil Blagrove at Speakers Corner

Ishmahil is a very interesting character, a bit like Tenebroust. I love his incredible just character.

Ishmahil Blagrove Look at the man in the mirror.mp4

 

Ishmahil Blagrove Osama Bin Laden is Dead.mp4


Rosalind Peterson: The Chemtrail Cover-Up

I have seen a number of Chemtrail videos and this  one stands out in many ways so I thought I would share this  thoroughly researched piece of information… By the way although this research specifically concentrates  on California I have seen chemtrails here in Spain and in England. One of the chemtrail formations I saw in Spain was just crazy because at least 5 planes were tooing and froing in circles and crosses in broad day light emmitting chemtrails. Me and a whole lot of neighbours stood their watching this display of audacity…


Carta de Maribel Permuy López a los asesinos de su hijo Jose Couso

En memoria de Jose Couso…

http://www.josecouso.info para mas informacion

Carta de Maribel Permuy López a los asesinos de su hijo
(Miércoles 26 octubre 2005) A petición del suplemento Crónica del periódico El Mundo, Maribel Permuy López, madre de José Couso, ha escrito esta carta a Thomas Gibson, Philip Wolford y Philip de Camp, los militares estadounidenses directamente responsables del asesinato de su hijo y contra quienes va dirigida la querella de la familia en la Audiencia Nacional

«Me da pena pensar en vosotros, siento una inmensa pena. Y no sólo por vosotros. Me estremezco al pensar, por un momento, en vuestras madres. Ellas son madres como yo; mujeres que hemos tenido la bendición de traer vida a este mundo. Mujeres que han luchado, con denuedo, para sacar a sus hijos adelante. Estoy segura de que vuestras madres son así, gente estupenda, madres sacrificadas, que os aman. Que os quieren tanto como yo quiero, a día de hoy, a mi hijo José, al que vosotros asesinasteis.

Pero vuestras madres me dan pena, una profunda pena. Yo soy madre de un chico joven e inocente, que fue asesinado brutalmente mientras realizaba su trabajo, sin hacer daño a nadie. Por el contrario, vuestras madres, son madres de asesinos confesos, de vulgares y abominables Criminales de Guerra. Y esto, tiene que hacer daño.

Mi padre era militar, oficial de alta graduación, lo mismo que mi marido. Sé, de primera mano, lo que es vivir la vocación militar, lo que es servir a una nación. Pero sé también, como mi padre se encargó de inculcarme, del valor del Honor, del respeto al vencido, al enemigo. De la deshonra de los que asesinan a civiles desarmados,… todo esto, también es ser militar, un buen militar, de esos que defienden a su nación, pero que defienden, a la vez, la dignidad y el respeto, base de cualquier nación civilizada.

Vosotros, criminales de guerra, habéis deshonrado vuestro uniforme al asesinar a civiles desarmados. Habéis traspasado las reglas de enfrentamiento, dadas por vuestro propio Ejército, y habéis obedecido órdenes, a sabiendas de que eran injustas. Esas órdenes no deben ser cumplidas, como os enseñaron en las academias militares.Lo sabíais.

Mi hijo hizo bien su trabajo. No era ni un kamikaze, ni un irresponsable.Él amaba su profesión, su compromiso de informar a la sociedad, su responsabilidad ante la verdad. Por eso decidió quedarse en Bagdad, y porque no era ningún loco, trabajó desde el día 7 de abril en el Hotel Palestina, sede de la Prensa Internacional, lugar sobradamente conocido por vuestros mandos.

Y allí le asesinasteis, con sangre fría. No había combates, no había razón alguna. Pero tú, Philip De Camp, autorizaste; tú, Philip Wolford, ordenaste, y tú, Thomas Gibson, disparaste, y los tres sabíais que asesinabais a personas inocentes. Y lo hicisteis.Malditos seáis por esto.

Yo no siento odio. Ya no. La pena que tengo sobrepasa al odio.Pero sí, tengo sed de Justicia, tengo necesidad de veros ante un Tribunal, con todas las garantías, que vosotros no disteis a mi hijo. Que os podáis defender, que sea justo. Pero que sobre vosotros, ASESINOS y CRIMINALES DE GUERRA, caiga todo el peso de la Ley. Y mi más profundo desprecio.

La pena se la regalo a mi hijo, a las madres de Irak o de Estados Unidos, y, sobre todo, a vuestras madres, pues no hay mayor dolor que parir asesinos»

Nota: publicado orginalmente en
http://www.elmundo.es/suplementos/cronica/2005/523/1130018407.html


Shooting the Messenger: US attacks against journalists

As I lay in bed  early this morning, my memory took me back to 2003 and the Spanish journalist who had been killed by friendly fire in Iraq. I wondered what had become of his family? With it being the festive season and seeing all the families get together including mine I wanted to know what happened to his…. what an awful way to lose your child… Being as mumsy as I am I thought of his mother.. and maybe he had a wife… children…brothers and sisters….???

I could not remember his name … and it was annoying me. 😉

Generally speaking I have a lot of respect for anyone who goes into these war torn places to report…

So I got up and a  few queries on google led me to his story… I did not realise the ..”breadth and depth” of all that had gone on in this case..  till I read various articles his family/supporters have written on the website http://www.josecouso.info

They are still fighting for justice for their loved one 7 years later…

Below is one of the articles….. I am sharing this particular article because it reveals a part of the pattern that like a magicians sleight of hand misleads us regards events of importance to humanity…

Please check out the website if you want to know more..

Shooting the Messenger, by Jeremy Scahill. The Nation
(Monday 7th March 2005)

CNN chief Jordan and US attacks against journalists. CNN’s news director Eason Jordan was forced to resign recently for merely suggesting off the record – in remarks he scurried to retract – that the US military “targets” journalists.

Jeremy Scahill shows that Jordan seems to have let slip the truth:

Shooting the Messenger, by Jeremy Scahill. The Nation.
http://www.thenation.com/doc.mhtml?i=20050307&s=scahill

One of the most powerful executives in the cable news business, CNN’s Eason Jordan, was brought down after he spoke out of school during a panel discussion at the World Economic Forum in January. In a rare moment of candor, Jordan reportedly said that the US military had targeted a dozen journalists who had been killed in Iraq. The comments quickly ignited a firestorm on the Internet, fueled by right-wing bloggers, that led to Jordan’s recanting, apologizing and ultimately resigning after twenty-three years at the network, “in an effort to prevent CNN from being unfairly tarnished by the controversy.”

But the real controversy here should not be over Jordan’s comments. The controversy ought to be over the unconscionable silence in the United States about the military’s repeated killing of journalists in Iraq.

Consider the events of April 8, 2003. Early that morning, Al Jazeera correspondent Tareq Ayyoub was reporting from the network’s Baghdad bureau. He was providing an eyewitness account of a fierce battle between US and Iraqi forces along the banks of the Tigris. As he stood on the roof of the building, a US warplane swooped in and fired a rocket at Al Jazeera’s office. Ayyoub was killed instantly. US Central Command released a statement claiming, “Coalition forces came under significant enemy fire from the building where the Al-Jazeera journalists were working.” No evidence was ever produced to bolster this claim. Al Jazeera, which gave the US military its coordinates weeks before the invasion began, says it received assurances a day before Ayyoub’s death that the network would not be attacked.

At noon on April 8, a US Abrams tank fired at the Palestine Hotel, home and office to more than 100 unembedded international journalists operating in Baghdad at the time. The shell smashed into the fifteenth-floor Reuters office, killing two cameramen, Reuters’s Taras Protsyuk and José Couso of Spain’s Telecinco. The United States again claimed that its forces had come under enemy fire and were acting in self-defense. This claim was contradicted by scores of journalists who were in the hotel and by a French TV crew that filmed the attack. In its report on the incident, the Committee to Protect Journalists asserted that “Pentagon officials, as well as commanders on the ground in Baghdad, knew that the Palestine Hotel was full of international journalists.”

In a chilling statement at the end of that day in Iraq, then-Pentagon spokesperson Victoria Clarke spelled out the Pentagon’s policy on journalists not embedded with US troops. She warned them that Baghdad “is not a safe place. You should not be there.”

Eason Jordan’s comment was hardly a radical declaration. He was expressing a common view among news organizations around the world. “We have had three deaths, and they were all non-embedded, non-coalition nationals and they were all at the hands of the US military, and the reaction of the US authorities in each case was that they were somehow justified,” David Schlesinger, Reuters’s global managing editor, said in November. “What is the US’s position on nonembeds? Are nonembedded journalists fair game?” One of the BBC’s top news anchors, Nik Gowing, said recently that he was “speak[ing] for a large number of news organizations, many of whom are not really talking publicly about this at the moment,” when he made this statement about the dangers facing reporters in Iraq: “The trouble is that a lot of the military–particularly the American…military–do not want us there. And they make it very uncomfortable for us to work. And I think that this…is leading to security forces in some instances feeling it is legitimate to target us with deadly force and with impunity.”

The US military has yet to discipline a single soldier for the killing of a journalist in Iraq. While some incidents are classified as “ongoing investigation[s],” most have been labeled self-defense or mistakes. Some are even classified as “justified,” like the killing of Reuters cameraman Mazen Dana, shot near Abu Ghraib prison when his camera was allegedly mistaken for a rocket-propelled grenade launcher. Also “justified” was the killing of Al Arabiya TV’s Mazen al-Tumeizi, blown apart by a US missile as he reported on a burning US armored vehicle on Baghdad’s Haifa Street.

There have also been several questionable killings of journalists at US military checkpoints, such as the March 2004 shooting deaths of Ali Abdel-Aziz and Ali al-Khatib of Al Arabiya. The Pentagon said the soldiers who shot the journalists acted within the “rules of engagement.” And Reuters freelancer Dhia Najim was killed by US fire while filming resistance fighters in November 2004. “We did kill him,” an unnamed military official told the New York Times. “He was out with the bad guys. He was there with them, they attacked, and we fired back and hit him.”

The military has faced almost no public outcry at home about these killings. In fact, comments by Ann Cooper of the Committee to Protect Journalists have been used to discredit Jordan’s statement at Davos. “From our standpoint,” Cooper was widely quoted as saying, “journalists are not being targeted by the US military in Iraq.” But as CPJ’s Joel Campagna acknowledges, the Pentagon has not been cooperative in the investigations of many of these journalist killings. The fact is that CPJ doesn’t know that the military has not targeted journalists, and there are many facts that suggest that it has. These include not only the events of April 8, 2003, but credible accounts of journalists being tortured by the US military in Iraq, such as Salah Hassan and Suheib Badr Darwish of Al Jazeera [see Christian Parenti, “Al Jazeera Goes to Jail,” March 29, 2004] and three Reuters staffers who say they were brutalized by US forces for seventy-two hours after they filmed a crashed US helicopter near Falluja in January 2004. According to news reports, the journalists were blindfolded, forced to stand for hours with their arms raised and threatened with sexual abuse. A family member of one journalist said US interrogators stripped him naked and forced a shoe into his mouth.

In many of these cases, there is a common thread: The journalists, mostly Arabs, were reporting on places or incidents that the military may not have wanted the world to see–military vehicles in flames, helicopters shot down, fierce resistance against the “liberation” forces, civilian deaths.

In his resignation letter, Jordan wrote, “I never meant to imply U.S. forces acted with ill intent when U.S. forces accidentally killed journalists.” The families and colleagues of the slain journalists believe otherwise. And it is up to all journalists, not just those in Europe and the Middle East, to honor the victims by holding their killers responsible. In Spain, the family of cameraman José Couso has filed a lawsuit against the US soldiers who killed him, and they plan to travel to the United States for the anniversary of his death this spring. Will any network have the courage to put them on the air?


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The first of many very personal sharing….

I have always had a strong need for validating my connection with the Earth and God through contact and prayer….

1)Earth.

As a child I needed to walk bare foot. I lost many shoes on the way to school. I also found I had such a strong connection to the colours in nature that the only way I can describe it is they acted like food for my being…

I could sense a  connecting resonance coming from flowers and the multi-coloured birds that lived around our house in my grandfather’s village.

In the nearby fields lived little insects that were the size of ladybirds (lalbotee/red bride) they were a beautiful, uplifting, energising shade of red  and felt like velvet. I would collect them  and let them wonder all over my hands as I very gently stroked them, loved them and then let them fall back to the ground.

When I came to live in England at the age of 8 I was emotionally traumatized by the reduction of the nature and “natural colours ” of nature in my life… everything seemed so grey by comparison, I felt deppressed, oppressed and stifled.

However kids are resilient and I started buying the multicoloured sweets with the vibrant colours. I would sometimes hold them up to the sun to marvel at the colours… I had never seen sweets like that in India… Nor the brightly coloured fizzy drinks that came in beautiful shades of pink, green, red etc.. England seemed not sooo bad after all…

2)The Almighty love energy that some call Waheguru/Allah/God etc etc .

In times of suffering this has bought me peace and in times of peace it has brought me joy…Just as nature had a strong effect on me so did the thought of Waheguru. That eternal loving energy, vibration that permeates everywhere and thus in everyone as per my feelings. I turned to Waheguru from the age of seven although I always had a strong bond to spirit from day one. I prayed and felt the peace and it relieved me from all the things that tormented me. Even if that peace was short-lived it was enough to keep my sanity.

My first  psychic memory takes me back to the age of  apprrox 4 years old. I clearly recall the utter disgust I felt at seeing a little girl in the reflection of the mirror. That was not me! I was someone great but I could not remember who to my extreme frustration… I am aware now that in my previous life in India I was a student of  Morya Khan whose previous incarnations include:

Emperor of Atlantis in 220,000 BC, ruling from his palace in the capital city, the City of the Golden Gates.

Abraham

Melchior (one of the three wise men–the one who gave myrrh to Jesus)

King Arthur of Camelot

Thomas Becket (Archbishop of Canterbury)

Thomas More

Akbar (Mogul Emperor)

Thomas Moore

Ego plays in the hearts of the greats and the underdogs. We are all a victim of it sometimes. And I was not immune to it even at the age of four…

It seems that this life had some key lessons for me. One main one was the battle with ego. Life experiences have brought me down quiet a few notches..

At the age of 10 my 24 year old uncle died of cancer. While the family wept non stop I went numb but prayed for his children..especially his 3 month old daughter. My cute little cousin for whom I wept so much.. The thought that she would never experience the love of a father broke my heart further…..

However my uncle came to me in my dreams every night for over a month after his death. Everynight he was telling me that he was ok..but the day would bring the dark clouds of negative energy of loss and his efforts to tell me he is ok fell on deaf ears.

As a result of his wife’s mental state his soul remained on the Earth plane until just 5 years ago. (33 years approx after his physical death).Her healing process allowed him to go where he needed to. He asked his wife’s permission and requested that she start being positive through an incredible healer called Jose Ignacio.

Prayer opened some door to my mind and I found that whenever I prayed and remained connected with waheguru I would experience what are termed psychic phenomena.

I turned to prayer when the pain and burden of developing rheumatoid arthritis became unbearable…

One summer at the age of 17 I was standing in a friend’s (Fay) kitchen. It was a tiny kitchen and I was in front of the cooker. Another friend (Geeta) went to the toilet next to the kitchen. The toilet was built like a cubicle next to the kitchen. There wasn’t a solid wall seperating the two.

All of a sudden me and Fay heard the most  piercing, horrific, screams as if they were coming from where I was standing. There was no one else in the kitchen so we thought maybe Geeta in the cubicle had some problem. I knocked like crazy and she came out. So I asked her if she was ok and she was fine. I asked her had she heard any screams and she said “No”. She was a really nice genuine person who would not do something like that for a laugh.

Fay’s sister had just had a baby about two weeks before and she was in the next room. We asked her if she had heard screaming. She said no, her baby was fast asleep and she would have heard them if they were nearby… There was no one else in the house. Me and Fay felt disturbed by what we had heard but tried to forget it.

Exactly a week later Fay’s sister who had just had the baby set herself on fire in front of that cooker where I had stood exactly a week earlier… She died of her injuries..

As time has gone by I have come to realize, premonition is often the gift of my psychic experiences..