“The eyes of the world are upon you”

Report from the Weekend Truth Festival in Cumbria

The headline is a quote from Dolores Cahill, who was master of ceremonies as well as speaker at the Weekend Truth Festival held on the western side of the Lake District in Cumbria last weekend. “The eyes of the world are upon you” is a phrase you can use with those in authority, especially police, border guards, and security staff, to remind them that they are being watched and their actions have consequences. It is apt, as the eyes of the world are on us too, those who work “tiredly” to hold people wielding official authority to account. The eyes of the world are on our words and works.

What I am noticing is that I am emotionally exhausted at the moment. It is taking me days to write this. I had to go sleep for a few hours in the middle of the second day of three at the event. We have all been through so much in the last couple of years, and the expectation of radical change in the near future adds a burden of anticipation and anxiety. The field itself that hosted the festival got pretty muddy, and some people were grounding themselves in the wet earth. We all need to ground ourselves in mind, body, and spirit right now as a tornado of change rips through our lives.

I was the opening speaker, and the videos of the others will be posted up on the Edge Of The Matrix channel on YouTube in time. You can view my talk via the button below — they kindly “express published” it for me.

I reprised five themes: being a telecoms “truther” and realising that intellectuals aren’t in the pursuit of truth but approval and status; the unexpected twist of fate that thrust me into the limelight with the Q drops and my analysis; my experience of Covid and discovering who people really were underneath; fighting legal battles and the lessons I have learned from those bruising encounters with corruption; and the zigzag into spiritual matters, especially how it all comes back to divinity and divine unions.

We are in an interregnum period between two worlds, and a tiny detail at the event captured it for me. There were two stands serving coffee and cake, and two serving burgers and fries. With no criticism meant of anyone, purely documentation, the farm shop was selling organic coffee with raw milk, plus homemade cakes, very much in alignment with the ethos of the event. The other refreshments stand was selling mass--produced confectionary and commodity coffee, yet the owner dismissed his product as being good for sales — as it wasn’t what he personally would consume.

Meanwhile, one burger stand (that does lots of events) had super burgers but with fries done in the somewhat toxic vegetable oil, whereas the farm shop might have struggled to get its burgers cooked right (being a touch overdone), but used yummy traditional tallow for the fries. There was a visible divide between those in it as a business to make money, and others whose purpose was to make a point. All were doing an honest day’s work with products of merchantable quality — yet the end goals were divergent. God or Mammon — sometimes the difference in worship shows up in the coffee and fries!

One of the noteworthy presentations was by Prof Cahill, who is famous for her activist work around Covid, travel freedom, education, trust law, and anti-censorship. She covered a lot of ground, but a few of the highlights were:

• Our enemy fears most three things: healthy men and women — but especially men, strong families, and sovereign knowledge.

• The law is meant to be “the way of the free” and literally means that in traditional Irish language.

• Ireland has Brehon Laws (and there are comparable and still enforceable ancient laws in England) — we need to go “back to the future”.

• To “act in honour and do no harm” is the law — that’s it, the rest is elaboration.

• We are fighting against moral arbiters who set themselves above natural and traditional and godly law.

Sky News were also there to represent the legacy media, and she made a point of warning them that they were personally liable as agents of the corporation for what they did and any harm they caused. This was captured on video:

Most people in the mass media are not evil, just programmed and poisoned. I hope they can hear what we are saying, as there is no pleasure in seeing them or their families come to harm or them suffer. Surely something must rub off on them from coming to these venues and hearing grounded people talk about evidence and reason?

It is worth noting, but not to judge, that the audience was almost exclusively white British. There are people of all races, nationalities, sexualities, religions, and traditions working for the good of humanity — yet I cannot help but notice the contrast between events like this and trips I make to London. To make the point, here is a school poster I passed last week in the Brixton area, and it’s like a different country:

My life has been about as cosmopolitan as can be growing up next to Heathrow Airport. I am now having to ask myself some very difficult questions about the country I live in — and who it turning up to defend it when the “fries are in obese seed oil and not healthy tallow”. This is the kind of taboo subject of national identity and cultural destiny that is about to be thrust into stark relief as the truth of targeted genocide breaks into the collective psyche. The matter of who “we” are cannot be evaded forever as murderous Globalism collapses and unwinds.

Part of me is grieving for a world that has to be let go, dysfunctional and debased as it may be. How you answer “who is British?” has enormous repercussions, and yet we have to answer it somehow in the face of an existential crisis. Make no mistake, the freedom protests have brought together people from across all of British society, and this is not a racist movement in any way. But we are facing genetic and bloodline warfare, and that has implications for our consciousness as a people and kingdom. Who makes the effort to attend an anti-corruption and pro-health event like this, even when somewhat remote and very damp, says a lot.

When I present I have little energy afterwards for anything, sso didn’t attend any talks for the rest of the first day. At the top of the farm, past some ancient woodland, is a hillock with views of the mountains of the Lake District as well as over towards the Irish Sea. I took myself up there to replenish my spirit. It is nice to be somewhat mobbed by an appreciative audience after doing a “good gig”, but the “maximum power” setting of “presenter mode” leaves my internal battery empty after. I have to escape from people and introvert quietly on my own to recover. My father’s mother’s family are from nearby, so I have some roots around here.

The farm hosting the event has a history of supporting the freedom movement, and paying a price for doing so. They started doing these private membership association events (so not subject to public law) in the time of the Covid lockdowns in defiance of the so-called authorities, who had no lawful authority at all, only legal. At one point a police drone buzzed the area, and police cars were seen in a nearby lane. Talking about official corruption gets you noticed, but the only shame is to stay silent and complicit with tyranny. Over the sea in Ireland you can get a longer prison sentence for selling raw milk than for cocaine, so we’re in an upside-down world!

One the second day I heard the tail end of the talk by former professional footballer Matt Le Tissier. Will football even survive the coming shock as it is exposed as being complicit in the “bread and circuses” of the Covid lockdowns? How much of the sport is rigged, as so many seem to quietly be? That so many footballers were easily bought off says a lot: Matt speaks of a great number “in the know” but too timid to speak out. If the threat of murder of your families and enslavement of the survivors is not cause to act, then what is? Matt is one of the very few “real men” around who will turn down dirty money, suffer material setbacks, and withstand being denounced; a hero.

The star guest on Saturday was sequinned Katie Hopkins, who is a talented comedienne and controversial journalist — just I am in need of tranquility rather than provocation, so I managed about ten minutes of her routine before seeking solace in the refreshments tent. A theme of her skit, as well as of other speakers, is that we have a generation aged 50-70ish who can remember a world before the Internet and even pervasive television. If our memory of childhood freedom is lost, then the programmed younger generation have no hope. We have to fight; this is our last stand.

I skipped some great talks on grim topics like 5G and weaponisation of street furniture. There is only so much horror and disgust that I can deal with. I did attend some excellent talks on law matters, and if I have the energy (there are lots of articles waiting to be written) I will share the key points. For me, the big and unexpected impact of the event was to make me re-think where I am living. I moved from London to a perfectly habitable small town in County Durham. Maybe it is time for me to go to a rural location? The real riches of this world are proximity to raw milk and fresh eggs.

Resources are thin, but that’s a problem I can fix with a little effort on my part. We are facing a total rebuild of our society, and it starts with us. I spent a lot of my twenties stomping the hills of the Lake District, one of the jewels of this world. I can barely begin to comprehend the level of emergency and upheaval as the world restarts — and whatever it is, that is probably easier to face far from the insanity of the urban centres. It is easier when we have our “village”, and that may be in an absolutely literal sense. Farming areas, rather than commuter hideouts or tourist honeypots, are where the action is.

I came for the festival, and may stay for the lifestyle, company, and landscape. Many of the problems being discussed should go away as we find victory over the evil we battle. They are replaced with a potentially traumatic upheaval as everything reconfigures. Britain will be rebuilt, but my sense is it will be led by the rural areas with a coherent indigenous culture. Farmers by their nature are truthers, as the weather and soil do little to support delusions and deceit. My own grandfather was one, in the far west of Wales. I feel a draw of my own roots in the west and north of Britain.

Maybe it is better to be happy (if less physically comfortable) in a tent, van, or caravan with good company, than to be in a traditional brick house? I can feel a different energy with people who resisted all the propaganda and have remained true to themselves. The crazy people think we’ve gone crazy because we don’t want to be around the craziness of their crazy beliefs. Maybe we have life backwards, and it’s meant to be mostly rural freedom festivals, with occasional forays into the industrialised urban world, and not the other way around?

Something in me is saying that the potato chips in tallow will stick in my memory long after the talks are forgotten, including my own. We are what we eat, and what we eat comes from here. The talk on health made me think of some simple changes to my own routines, like opening windows. This area has old ports only a few miles away, and the tall ship from Palnackie is temporarily moored at one. The eyes of my world are upon the land, air, and seashore of rural Britain. The effect of this event on my life may be more than I had anticipated.