The facebook inspired race hatred Anglo-Saxon with support from their fascists mainland European counterparts are still following me on their social media sites and ran another run in my local high street to see my reaction prior to an attack. This time I informed the police who I understand took decisive action. I thank the UK police for that. I am still capturing the faces of the individuals involved and will begin to post them online as race-hate fascists.

Conjecture, Contemplation, Meditation – their differences

Meditation has become a go-to for those seeking refuge from stress, anxiety, emotional turmoil and anger. The term is strewn around like confetti. Its ubiquity masks the complete lack of understanding of what it is and mean. People speak about meditation as if it were a portal into a magical state of consciousness, into which they need only dip a toe in order to access calm, balance and a lower blood pressure. Nowadays everyone is an expert on this thing called meditation, whose value is measured in its empirical impact on their lives. 

Listening to all the noise generated about meditation I reflect that ignorance, in this case, is not bliss. It is time to put a stop to the petty commercialization around it and to the idea that it is a bar snack one reaches out for and grabs while having a drink. The fact is there is no ‘meditation’ in the sense in which it is mindlessly thought about, pontificated about and supposedly practiced. Meditation is not a one size fits all panacea to life’s stresses and strains. And it certainly can’t be self-taught. One doesn’t simply practice meditation. You enter it only after years of intensive training under exacting supervision by a higher being. These beings don’t go around getting certificated to ‘teach’ meditation and they don’t hold classes. 

Furthermore, one only enters the realm of meditation via contemplation, which in turn is entered via conjecture.

Conjecture is the environment where your thoughts come to debate. Thoughts don’t exist in the realm of meditation, contrary to what you are told. That whole thing about watching your thoughts come and go is nonsense. Only in conjecture are there thoughts and even then you don’t watch them float by. Rather, you evaluate them, choose between them, selecting a thought that will yield the best possible outcome for you. Being with our thoughts is part of everyday life, a default setting that allows us to navigate our daily concerns and realities. 

Not convinced?

Think of a candle. Picture it in your mind. Is there just one candle, or two, three, even four? Is/Are the candle(s) lit? In which direction do/does the flame(s) flicker? Do they all flicker in the same direction? What is the backdrop to all this? Now, open your eyes slowly. Has the image vanished? If yes, then start all over again. For those who retained the image you must now register the sounds around you. Your attention is divided, yes, between the image of the candle(s) and your sensory environment? Can you keep hold of the image now, or is it going slowly out of focus, dissolving? If yes, then I’m afraid you have to start all over again. For those who can retain the candle image while heeding the sounds around themselves, you now have to also pay attention to the flow of thoughts registering their presence, and be able to sift through them and evaluate their significance and worth. Can’t do it? Then it’s back to the beginning. If you have managed all of this, you now have to additionally focus on the sound of the candle(s) flickering flames. If you can’t identify and differentiate them, start all over again. 

This is what is passed off as meditation. It is, in fact, the realm of conjecture. 

Conjecture is difficult to master, let alone transcend. Western dabblers in eastern mysticism – lacking the humiliation, humility and humbleness that is to be their life’s constant state – think that a few sessions of so-called practice is enough to return home with and set up a class. In those classes, they extract cash from wealthy wannabes who want to enter the portal of calmness, and who mimic their conceit that a bit of practice and a certificate equips them to guide others and save the world. 

An analogous situation is found in yoga: Money-grabbing, get-rich-quick individuals are teaching yoga. But it isn’t your ordinary yoga. No. It is kundalini yoga. The same kundalini yoga that is traditionally never taught to all and sundry but is passed only from high being to disciple. The yoga being taught at a class near you is standard everyday yoga, but calling it so doesn’t generate wealth; it has to be sexed up – hence, kundalini yoga. And the primary exporter of all this was the person who knew nought about yoga and managed to dupe millions – none other than Yogi Harbhajan Singh. 

Meditation as ‘taught’ and ‘learned’ today reflects what we see happening to yoga. Its all about liars selling lies to suckers who lap up being lied to. 

Reverting…

If what is widely and falsely acknowledged as meditation is in fact conjecture – as I illustrated above using the example of the candle(s) – then what is the transition pathway from conjecture to meditation proper? Well, it is a pathway that stops at the realm of contemplation first. And I am not going to share with you the process or details of the pathway. 

I will, however, give you a tantalizing insight. 

You’ll recall the exercise with the candle(s) that forms part of the realm of activity in conjecture. Well, one aspect of the realm of contemplation requires you to look at the candle(s) and listen to the noise that each flame makes while immersing yourself in music of your choice, watching a television programme with alertness and interest, paying attention to the outside world and its sounds and goings-on all, all while maintaining perfect posture. 

(I re-introduced a lotus position a few decades ago without sharing the exact positioning involved. I note that students use the same posture, though their execution of it is wrong. In fact, I re-introduced three postures several decades ago that are now in vogue and which are practiced widely but imprecisely – for the same reason, that I didn’t share the minutiae of how to practice them. Indeed, every single posture has its own deep history, context, meaning and purpose. Without comprehensive understanding of all of this, a posture is rendered meaningless and is thus incapable of delivering the full latent energy contained within. Lacking knowledge and clarity, a posture is reduced to an acrobatic exercise.)

Reverting…

Contemplation is a state defined by your ability to focus on only progressive dharmic principles, one at a time, and merge into the essence of that environment without falling out of sync with the organic surrounding world. This indicates you are graced.

Intense training is required to enter the realm of contemplation and unless a high being graces your journey then it is impossible to not be overwhelmed by anger, arrogance, vanity and thoughts of revenge.

Once contemplation is achieved and sustained permanently, many adherents will be selected to have their bio-structure altered so they are reborn as docile fauna or long-living flora. (It is an extremely misleading and ego-based concept to believe that humans are the highest order of creation on this planet.) Here they wait, until instructed to be reborn as human and help dictate human events.

First conjecture, and then contemplation have to studied in-depth. It takes several lifetimes of continuous and committed study to realise the vastness of the subjects and to make progress. 

Given that each human birth comes after several thousands of years of taking birth as a non-human, the chance you will recall a lesson learned in a previous human life is well-nigh impossible. Unless you have been graced by a higher being. 

Having said that, there are two bodily organs that are critical in aiding one’s pathway from conjecture to contemplation and thence meditation. The first is the skin – more precisely, it’s pigment. Caucasian skin is a regressive and abnormal pigment, a serious anti-meditation organ. It is the portal through which lower, restricted, ungraced bio-forms enter the human birth chain; and the pigment which those people, who have fallen from their high statuses, are given as a reprimand. Darker skin pigments are progressive. They give one the ability to absorb meditation-energy more easily. The other organ paramount in helping one enter meditation is hair – specifically, the retention of one’s bodily hair. Hair has a special and divine purpose, albeit that many consider body hair unfashionable and even disgusting.

Now, you might be wondering who – given the stringent conditions for progression – actually make the cut 

Amongst Caucasians the likes of Socrates, Plato, Aristotle, Pythagoras, Master Eckhart, Ludwig Feuerbach and Nietzsche have reached the higher echelons of conjecture as evidenced by the body of thought they produced. 

In the east, Adi Shankara, Sri Aurobindo, Swami Vivekananda and Rabindranath Tagore have progressed further, attaining the middle stratum of contemplation. But none of them merged into meditation. 

Escape from the pain, misery and darkness of rebirth – where one is always the victim of circumstances – comes only after one has endured and does not react at all. Such humility eventually (though not always) evolves into humbleness. Mastering humbleness is critical to accessing higher strata within conjecture (as did the Caucasians mentioned earlier) and contemplation (as per the eastern personages mentioned earlier), and eventually meditation. 

Certainly, out of the public gaze there walk among us those with deeper (progressive) skin pigment who have attained and remain within the realm of meditation – and who have thence advanced into samadhi even. They are accompanied by the grace of higher beings. And they walk silently and with humbleness among us. 

So, I would say, put your money away and stop lining the pockets of meditation-charlatans. You cannot learn to meditate. All you can claim to be doing is attempting to achieve a higher state of conjecture than the one we naturally inhabit everyday and to achieve a more stable bio-rhythm. Unfortunately and inaccurately this is all termed ‘meditation’ when it frankly is not.

That said, I do commend you if you are tying to make some progress, even if your terminology is wrong and your sense of achievement is more imagined than real. For, only by attempting to progress can you open yourself to the opportunity to actually progress. Just don’t call what you do meditation!

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The facebook inspired race hatred Anglo-Saxon with support from their fascists mainland European counterparts are still following me on their social media sites and ran another run in my local high street to see my reaction prior to an attack. This time I informed the police who I understand took decisive action. I thank the UK police for that. I am still capturing the faces of the individuals involved and will begin to post them online as race-hate fascists.

The Truth About Mary Magdalene: an exploration of ‘free’ will, morals, demons and mental illness

Mahatma Gandhiji said ‘reading the Sermon on the Mount gives me as much pleasure as reading the Gita.’

In this essay, I explore the Bible’s treatment of Mary Magdalene, but it is not my intention to rob you of the comfort, support and sustenance the Bible may provide you.

There are some points to note first, before I begin, which provide context to my assessment of, and argument against, the Bible’s characterization of Mary Magdalene. These are as follows:

Jesus, the person, lived several centuries earlier than indicated in biblical history.

His lifetime coincided with the global influence of Buddhism, and it is likely that he – and others of his ilk – would have studied eastern philosophy and made certain self-discoveries through that.

It follows, therefore, that Jesus most likely would never have uttered the statements attributed to him in biblical texts.

Thus, the Bible’s author/s can be said to have created a myth.

Biblical myth, like most other powerful myths, communicate core beliefs that permeate through folklore and storytelling across the ages. They draw on the past, and on real historical personages, and mythologise these.

One such historical figure would have been the real Jesus, who – like Buddhaji  – was  already a synonym for particular attributes and high-minded values at the time the Bible was written.

Hence, the Bible crystallizes an idea or concept and set of folkloric stories that have gathered force and come to assume a kind of powerful reality.

Taking all this into account, the story of Mary Magdalene’s interaction with Jesus of Nazareth, shines a light on the evolution of kinship, fellowship, and morality, and helps illuminate the theme and process of personal transformation. It does so, I would argue, in quite distinct ways from – and more accurately than – the Bible sets out.

In the Bible, Mary Magdalene is repeatedly described as a prostitute. However, since we know that she comes from a wealthy family, that simply isn’t possible in the terms that we understand prostitution today (and presumably at the time of the Bible’s authorship). 

For one thing, wealth confers a particular loosening of moral mores and restrictions  – just look at news about the elite in our society, and the almost self-congratulatory rite-of-passage they pass through: various addictions, affairs, etc. The uninhibited freedom of the wealthy elite is the same today as it has ever been.

Mary lived in a time of Roman occupation, and high-society would have mimicked Roman high-life, which in turn mimicked Greek high-life before it. This high-life would have comprised relaxed moral codes and sexual freedoms. In this context, Mary might conceivably have been a courtesan. This differs from prostitution in the sense that it centres on companionship as much as sex, on being an intelligent and witty person with whom to spend time, and being in some ways an equal partner in the interaction.

Given that her brother lived in a leper’s colony, Mary and her older sister would likely also have assumed the role and responsibility of the eldest male family member, meaning interacting with men as equals, and with candour and ease. Twinned with the promiscuity of the wealthy elite of whom she was herself a member, this potentially makes Mary a very unpalatable figure to the religious orthodox of her own time, and those who authored the Bible. 

Here was a woman embodying the liberal values and behaviours of high society, exhibiting tomboyish flamboyance, enjoying free interaction with men because of her responsibility – all of which coalesced to subject her to accusations of, and characterization as, a prostitute. Mary thus exemplified all that was pernicious, and was an affront to – the Laws of Moses and the Law of God. 

The case of her affair with an older married man with children was likely the perfect foil for making an example of Mary. In a sting set up by the Pharisees, which perhaps her lover colluded in, in exchange for everlasting anonymity, Mary was cast as the ultimate fallen woman.

But there was more at stake than Mary’s reputation – and her possible stoning to death. The Pharisees were also hell-bent on testing Jesus’ adherence to the Laws of Moses and the Law of God. 

I’m not necessarily talking about the real Jesus, who, as pointed out earlier, preceded the Bible by several centuries; but then, neither is the Bible referring to him per se, rather to the legend of Jesus, to a man with Jesus-like qualities.

So, what would Jesus do, when confronted with a fallen woman whose death was likely imminent because of her immoralities? In the Bible, he writes in the earth his condemnation of, as well as the hidden secrets of her accusers. As depicted in c.15th paintings, writing in the earth is akin to making a definitive statement, issuing a decree, it is what gives us the saying ‘written in stone’. The real Jesus’ interaction with eastern philosophy and its theatrical, allegorical, and allusive modes of delivering lessons makes it impossible to believe that he would ever have acted in such a way. It is inimical to the way in which people like us, people of our ilk, behave or communicate the god-concept.

What else does the Bible say about Mary Magdalene and Jesus? That she was possessed by no fewer than seven devils. (This number is interesting, as in other cultures the devil is associated with number nine, fifty-four, and even one hundred and eight). The devils made her act in the way she did; they made her promiscuous.  From an orthodox religious perspective, the flexible mores and conduct of the wealthy elite are indeed (then as now) anathema to living a moral and correct life in fear of god – they are considered to be under the influence and control of the devil.

The devil is a wonderful invention. – a placeholder and catch-all for all the actions and attitudes, the behaviours and beliefs that hard-right fanatics can’t fathom or explain, and which they don’t wish to try and understand or comprehend because doing so would dent their rigid exclusion of morals and logics other than their own.

But the devil concept is, in its reductiveness, singularly unhelpful.

Jesus, like others of our ilk, would have been vehemently dismissive of the devil concept. While publicly he would have assimilated himself to prevailing language and concept norms, he would have recognised that the ‘devil’ so-called was entirely irrelevant to explaining and resolving Mary’s situation.

Why? Because the devil concept rests on the assumption that a person has free will and a normative moral compass to begin with, and that bad and immoral behaviour results from this being perniciously thwarted. In fact, though, free will, reasoning and thinking are themselves complete fabrications. Which is to say, what comes across as our ‘free’ will is in fact already written into us: pre-ordained. 

It is difficult to explain this to laypeople. The pathway to understanding such things entails a process of pain that moves from one’s humiliation, through humility, humbleness, and passivity, before evolving into and merging with the potent vital energy: calmness. And no ascending soul (antrekarna) can make the journey alone, on its own merit and talent; it happens through the grace of a high being and only if one is selected to be given such grace.

Reverting…

So, Jesus knew that Mary’s fallen status was not due to devil possession, and was not a result of her own ‘free’ will as we understand it. Rather, she was pre-programmed by her own bio-chemistry to be the person she was, and to act as she did – that programming establishing itself before conception, crystallizing during gestation, and playing out in the course of her life and actions. Even with all this knowledge, how was he going to save her?

Jesus knew the matter pivoted not on Mary’s adultery per se, but on whether he was seen to uphold God’s law by denouncing her, and saving himself from being labelled a heretic.

It’s important to know here that those of us with psychic privileges have access to everybody’s past, present and future. We see the traps and the miseries that have befallen and will befall people. We see the liars, the deceitful, the haters; just as we see the innocent and the pious. We see the skeletons in everybody’s closet and their virtues. We hear their confessions, their secrets; we provide counsel, support. We are powerful, but we proceed delicately. Such would have been Jesus’ knowledge and role too.

 So, what did Jesus do? Well, for those of our ilk, the protection of the defenceless – with no thought for ourselves – is de rigeur. Jesus will have sought to protect Mary; not to hasten her death even if it meant his own. Jesus surveyed the bio-signature (not the same as the debunked concept of the ‘transient aura’) of each of Mary’s accusers, and without naming and shaming them, he made reference to their failings and their skeletons. Doing so causes perceptible changes in mannerism and mental outlook in the person who is being subtly told off, as I have found when deploying the same tactic. We know this tactic better through the now enduring soundbite: ‘let he who is without sin cast the first stone.’ So, Mary’s accusers were chastened by Jesus’ knowledge of their own wrong-doings, as the Bible reports.

The Bible also goes on to say that Mary asked for deliverance of her soul, that the devils possessing her were cast out, and her soul was able to move forward unencumbered. How we do make sense of this? On one hand, Mary’s bio-signature pre-determined her actions, so saved from one tragic situation it’s reasonable to assume that she would have reverted to type – to being the uninhibited person she was. We can think of it in terms of the analogy of the repeat offender.

But something did indeed change in Mary. What? How?

Well, she came into the conduction, convection and radiation range of a high being (a Jesus figure) and was enveloped in the latter’s psychic care and protection. This overwhelmed and reconfigured her own bio-structure, and established a bond between her and Jesus that would persist through multiple lifetimes. They would be inexorably drawn together each lifetime – she towards his charismatic protection; he towards the need to help emancipate and liberate her from the cycle of life and death.

What of the Bible’s depiction of how Mary reacted to being saved? It says she washed Jesus’ feet with her tears, and wiped them dry with her hair. At the time, the practice of kneeling down, bending forward, and touching one’s forehead to the feet of one’s saviour (or high being) was globally widespread (outside race-European environments and societies). So this likely is a true depiction of events. Where Mary dried Jesus’ feet with her hair, men would have done so with their beards.

Consequently, Mary would have become a silent observer at Jesus’ feet, a humble server, and a life-long student. Quietly and conscientiously.

What, you are wondering, has any of this to do with mental health? 

In contemporary Britian – and elsewhere in the West – Mary Magdalene’s bio-signature which pre-determined her behaviour, and which was misunderstood by the religious right as a manifestation of devil possession, would be cast as mental illness. Here was a woman with deep psychological problems, going back to childhood abandonment, mistreatment, abuse; which she perpetuated or reacted against by her own subconscious set of behaviours. 

In today’s mental health landscape, Mary would be prescribed psychotropic drugs to quell her nature, silence the demons, change her chemistry. But the Jesus figure of her time managed to ‘save’ her without resorting to drugs or causing disequilibrium to her internal organs. He extended her his psychic protection, and that altered her bio-structure so deeply and so effectively that she was, so to say, tamed, saved, a model citizen of the society she lived in. 

In contrast with the character of Mary Magdalene prior to her being ‘saved’, is the character of the lonely person, the social introvert. At different ends of the spectrum, they are both equally subject to being labelled mentally ill. 

Briefly: there is a world of difference between aloneness and loneliness. The former involves active enjoyment in being alone with one’s self, giving oneself over to contemplation, as a kind of pleasurable activity. For such people, the thrill of social engagement pales in comparison. It is a panacea they do not need, though they partake of it happily enough at times and with particular people. Their strength does not cohere in social settings, nor their enjoyment. Aloneness is a skill, but oftentimes just as much a need for people. 

Loneliness is the experience of aloneness as a form of unhappy isolation. Sociability is key to people who feel lonely; their sense of self, of inner stability and calm, dependent on others’ company. Their experience of aloneness as isolation consolidates it is their mind as a disease. For them, solace is other people. 

It is all too easy to teach that being alone with oneself is a mental health issue; such is the environment we live in today. But perhaps, as with Mary Magdalene, the trick is to take what is written, what is cast as normal and true, and explore what contexts and other realities that narrative – of the fallen woman, or of the lonely person – might be missing; and how the guidance of a high being can bring us to enhanced knowledge of what is in fact really going 

Police Desecrate Sikh Gurdwara (West London) and Racially Profile Sikhs Entering Parliament

Facebook-inspired, rate-hate Anglo-Saxons are – with support from fascist European counterparts – still following me on social media. Recently they staged another dry-run on a local high street in London to assess how I would react in the event of a personal and potentially fatal attack against my older sister and myself. This time I informed the police, who, I understand, took decisive action – my thanks to them for doing so. Meanwhile, I continue to capture images of the individuals involved and post these online to expose them as race-hate fascists. 

Desecrating Darbaarsahibji

On 8th December 2018, Gurdwara Singh Sabha in Alice Way, Hounslow was desecrated by approximately 25 Metropolitan police officers, who entered the inner sanctum – addressed respectfully as Darbaarsahibji – wearing shoes, and with their heads uncovered. They did so consciously and with malice aforethought against the edicts of Sikhism. Their actions were designed to insult, denigrate, and demonstrate utter contempt for, Sikhism. 

How do we know the police desecration of Darbaarsahibji was deliberate? 

Because the Metropolitan Police trains and tutors officers in observing correct religious protocol, and paying heed to religious sensitivities and sensibilities. They are culturally aware. Therefore, there is no excuse for the manner in which the police officers entered the Gurdwara’s inner sanctum on 8th December. It can and must be viewed as a premeditated violation against the sacredness of Darbaarsahibji – a malicious cultural attack no less heinous than the Jawalianbagh massacre of Sikhs in 1919 ordered by General Dwyer of the British Army.  

The dispute that was underway at the Gurdwara in Alice Way, Hounslow, and to which the police officers were responding, was an internal Sikh dispute which the congregation should have been left to resolve. Those involved in the affray were barefoot and unarmed; and there was no threat to life. There was, in other words, no emergency. An impassioned disturbance of the peace, perhaps, in the confines of Darbaarsahibji, but nothing else. The situation did not, in any way, therefore call for the police to forego their cultural training – to go in with heads uncovered and shoes on.

The sad fact – illustrated in photographs of the event – is that the police were smiling smugly at having denigrated a Sikh place of worship, as if to say: I have just raped you, your religion, your Guru; and there is fuck all you can do about it.

At a bare minimum, the Metropolitan Police ought to pay for re-carpeting and for everything required to resacralise the holy space of Darbaarsahibji at the Gurdwara in Alice Way. I won’t bother demanding that the officers involved get re-trained in ethnic, cultural, religious etiquette – that’s the standard go-to, a soft way of appeasing victims which does nothing to remove the seed of racism that persists in offenders’ minds.

So what will be the repercussions of the police insult to Sikhism? Those of my ilk know that the spiritual-divine realm will exact punishment. Acts of deliberate desecration by one people against another are always severely punished. In this case, henceforth, the assailants will suffer from a multitude of diseases that which will affect and take the dignity and lives of everybody in their blood- and love-lines.

Ethno-religious profiling at U.K. Parliament

On 7th January 2019, my sister and I visited the U.K. Parliament. It was a break from our usual routes and routines when out and about, which the police monitor via trackers on our car and mobile phones.

But because we were venturing off the beaten track, plainclothes police officers and trained observers were also out in force – standing, walking, sitting at points along our car journey, supposedly inconspicuously, but in fact standing out like the proverbial sore thumb. They provided an extra layer of surveillance, useful for when I – in my mischievousness – manage to escape the tracker, which I did for a few minutes on the day of our visit to Parliament. (Note: counter-surveillance professionals use jamming devices, I just use my wits).

After a few minutes of escape, I resurfaced, and the look on the faces of plainclothes surveillance teams dotted around the landscape was one of pure relief as I went about parking the car and walking to the gates of Parliament to meet the group we were visiting with.

The first male police officer I encountered as we walked to enter looked at me and jabbed a finger at a chart citing prohibited items. No greeting, just that jabbing finger. I acknowledged him, viewed the chart, and walked on, at which point he spoke harshly and menacingly: ‘and no ceremonial knives either.’ I ignored the officer and walked on. I was with a group of mostly senior women citizens, after all, and the visit to Parliament was meant to be a treat which I didn’t want to spoil.

Under other circumstances, I would have engaged the officer directly and robustly about his lying, his deliberate denigration of the Sikh kirpan, and the ethno-religious profiling which framed his actions and words as follows:

  • The Offensive Weapons Act of 2018 is being amended to exclude the Sikh kirpan, as it is expressly a religious item.
  • Prior to the introduction of the law, it has been customarily agreed upon and accepted that the kirpan is religious, and can be carried everywhere by baptised adherents of the Sikh faith as one of the five kakkars.
  • Racial profiling is illegal.  

I did not, for reasons explained above, engage the offending police officer on these points. I simply walked on to security. There white people were asked to walk through one security channel, while everybody else was made to walk through another channel. 

The segregation was palpable.

Now, from experience at every security checkpoint I have ever been through, I know to pack an overloaded bag. For this simple reason: carrying only a small wallet, which is my preference, inevitably results somewhere along the line after security has been passed in my being body-searched, often – as happens at airports to most if not all non race-Europeans – invasively and verging on sexual abuse.

To avoid that, I stuff a bag full of items that has to be opened by security, so that if pat-downs occur they are part of the necessary process and not an explicit and smug violation. What can I say, I like to control the situation as much as possible. It gives me power, and takes away power from others to choose to violate me. Plus, it’s fun watching security jumping through hoops. 

At Parliament, everything at security went to plan: smug white officer smiling broadly at his colleagues around him as he announced that my stuffed bag needs to be opened and searched; all the officers beaming, collectively thinking probably that this ‘humiliation’ was as good as raping my mother; me succumbing, safe in the knowledge that the officer hadn’t had the chance this time to arbitrarily pick me out to be body-searched, and get an even bigger kick.

So, security navigated, we entered Parliament and took the 90minute tour. Eagle-eyed and observant as ever, I was able to make the following assessment of the officers who guard Parliament. It’s quite sobering…

Every officer inside Parliament looks like a sugar-puff. They collectively look to be suffering from a concoction of diseases, including diabetes, kidney problems, high cholesterol and heart problems. They appeared too unfit to walk 100 metres at a very brisk pace, let alone run more than 10 yards without gasping for air. The entire security personnel and apparatus in the U.K. Parliament could be overrun by ten adequately trained men in an attempted takeover. Armed officers I saw on my visit only appear bullish – they’d flee at the first sign of being overwhelmed. Helicopters hovering above the building would be powerless to do anything in response to the action unfolding inside. 

Parliament security is often referred to as a ‘ring of steel’. It is no such thing. Here is how to safeguard Parliament: using the same equipment and funds, replace the current personnel with Sikhs. Remove the concrete barriers around Parliament – they stink of fear and self-defeat. Remove signs prohibiting this and that – they read as ‘we, the race-Europeans are scared of you’. Allow free and unfettered access to Parliament for all. Nobody is going to attack with Sikhs on guard – their reputation for putting down aggressors is a matter of significant historical record; and one that the British colonizers relied on (along with that of the Nepali Gurkhas) to save their asses in war. It doesn’t say much for the current police safeguarding democracy if an officer could be so easily killed, as happened in London last year. (Unless you believe  that the death was collateral damage by a police force seeking to justify its demands for more funding). 

Let’s face it, current so-called security at Parliament is all smoke and mirrors, It is peopled by officers put out to grazing on soft operational duty, because they simply aren’t good enough to join the force outside or because they’re counting down the clock to retirement and a healthy pension. It is an absolute insult to the offices of the Prime Minister, the Cabinet, and all elected and non-elected members of Parliament – and to the so called bastion of western democracy!

Remembering the first year anniversary in September 2018 of race hatred and stalking by a Death Squad.

TERENCE WOOD (group admin), STEPHEN DARTNALL, ANNA GRAHAMS, DAN McSCAT, DAVID MOORE, PAUL COWNIE, IAN LLOYD, TERENCE McGLYNN, RAY SMUT, ANDY TOMLINSON, MARK WHEELER, BRAIN TAIT, DANNY FLANDERS, GARY SHAW, DAVE POTTER, DENNIS TRIDENT. The above named took part in attacking Sikhism and the Sikh turban, Sikh race, Sikh diet, and Sikh skin colour in the most derogatory terms as members of the Facebook group “ALL JOKES, ONE LINERS & GAGS WITH REASONABLE ADMIN” (as it was known on 7th October 2017). Following investigation by the UK police, Facebook went on to close the group for its racist, fascist, misogynist, in-your-face diatribe. But “ALL JOKES, ONE LINERS & GAGS WITH REASONABLE ADMIN” is back up and running again, claiming to be the antithesis of its original self!   THE ABOVE-NAMED INDIVIDUALS WERE MEMBERS OF THE ORIGINAL GROUP I CAME ACROSS, AND ARE AMONGST THOSE WHO HAVE ORCHESTRATED AND UNLEASHED A WHOLE YEAR OF RACE-HATE TERROR, INCLUDING STALKING ME AND MY FAMILY, IN ORDER TO KILL ME/US.

How Power of Calmness Leaves Death in its Wake

I ask the newbies, as was asked of me at the start of my study-development: What is the most powerful energy in duality? Remember, Beings from duality cannot experience non-duality; and nor has that arena been described by lower-order advanced Beings who have journeyed into it and beyond, because three-dimensional duality has very limited speech-expression-phases.

Thus the question, limited to duality, is: What is the most powerful energy in creation?

I recall hesitating in answering, as I listened to others offer the reasoning behind their thoughts on this question. Their answers fluctuated from the atom bomb, to volcanoes, to the Big Bang. I dismissed the Big Bang as it is just a theory, and not real. I waited and pondered further, and His Holiness smiled as he listened to the various answers and counter-arguments made by others, occasionally glancing over at me. They all followed the theme that the most powerful, potent, and virile energy had to be destructive. I intuitively knew this could not be the case, as it ran counter to everything I knew and accepted about creation. Eventually I was put on the spot, and at that point, I was analytically clueless. But in a flash my thought had reasoned things out and I blurted out my answer: calmness.

The group laughed and shook their heads, which left the floor open for me to expand on my reasoning. I explained that regardless of how powerful an explosion is it is enveloped in calmness. Calmness overwhelms it. Calmness reigns supreme, regardless of the size of the explosion. An explosion has to succumb to the enveloping calmness. Thus, I am convinced that calmness is the most potent, virile, and powerful energy in creation. Counter-arguments followed. Somebody mentioned peace and others agreed.

Peace, I maintained, through lengthy and logical argument, is just the path to calmness. Peace has a ying-yang nature, calmness does not. Peace will only take one up to a certain point. Thereafter, the sole path into calmness is abject humbleness. Calmness is poise: unerring, immovable, constant. It is not inertia, which we discussed and dismissed in favour of Soun (the highest abode championed by Buddhaji). But it is also not Soun. 

Soun is recognition of the point where sound, the unstruck melody, ceases – or as the Sikhs’ Guru Nanakdevji proves, where it is sourced. But Guru Nanakdevji went one step further than Buddhaji. He maintained there was a higher state than Soun (unstruck melody), an entity/presence which he called not simply Akaal but Akaal Purakh to reflect it as an entity-environment. Out of this higher state, maintained Guru Nanakdevji, emerged another – hue, luminosity, light – beyond the unstruck melody of Soun (referred to by the pre-Sanskrit term Satnam) – which he called Waheguru (similarly pre-Sanskrit in origin).

(Note: Neither Waheguru nor Satnam can be experienced as ordinary sound and light.)

We all looked over at His Holiness; his demeanor had changed and in his reflective thought he nodded his agreement to my answer.

Several months later, I had made a mess of an assignment and expected a rollicking by His Holiness. He remained silent. I sought permission to speak. In dharma, the etiquette in dealing with one’s seniors is that you always seek permission before speaking, even when answering a question they have put to you. This environment, dharma, is full of subtle observation and delicate nuances, and we can tell an advanced student by the internal manner and external behaviour with which he conducts himself.      

Permission given, I extended an apology and asked why I had thus far not received the requisite rollicking from his Holiness. 

A brief silence followed, then very quietly his Holiness asked: ‘Do you know the meaning of the word Ang?’

‘Permission to speak?’ He gave a gentle nod. ‘It means one’s own, like a limb of a body, no demarcation or division: oneness’. 

‘That is what you are to us. You do not recognise it yet, but you are part of the continuum, and as such you will wield enormous influence and power; however, it is for you to decide where your progress stops. And if you wish later to go beyond that point we will not aid, assist, or help. The journey is unforgiving, fraught with nightmares, personal suffering and loss. There is no easy way to ascend the path, and as you progress you will recognise that you have trodden aspects of the path in each of your previous incarnations, going further each time. However, the opportunity on offer here has never been granted to you before, so you must consider your options carefully before you decide to accept the invitation’.

Having spoken, his Holiness warned me that the offer could also be a ruse to thwart my progress attained over many incarnations, and lead me into sophisticated devil worship and hell. Secular people do not realise that the difference between god and the devil is zero, but for their methodology: to cut corners or not. We, at our level, still have to be mindful who is guiding us. But at the secular level, god and devil are one and the same, and cannot be identified or separated. ‘Yes, you have made a mistake’, His Holiness continued, ‘but you will learn from it. In this cycle the most difficult punishment for what you have done is the following: henceforth, whether right or wrong in your decision, you will always be right’. He looked over to me and asked, ‘Do you understand what this means?’

It meant that I could do all the evil imaginable and would be absolved of my heinous deeds in the immediate term. But the repercussions would reverberate through each of my  incarnations, dragging me back to the animal, maybe even the plant, kingdoms without an end to the downward spiral of negativity. The punishment for always being right was that severe.

And thereafter, before venturing an opinion, I thoroughly examined, scrutinised, analysed and censored beforehand, lest it be wrong or evil. With time, the process got faster, and I was able to offer a balanced view quicker. I could anticipate problems long before others could, and I was able to set in motion a sequence of events that would bear fruit decades into the future without anybody knowing. Another limitation on my capacity to commit wrong was that unlike others – who could deliver a painful strike at a moment’s notice – I had to refer the problem to those higher up the scale and await their decision.

So I mastered patience and, through that, humbleness, whereas others became champions of haughtiness and arrogance.

Then 1988 happened and brought with it death and destruction, as a whole new set of sequences took shape around me at a personal level.  

This essay focuses on how those who targeted me suffered. Revenge may indeed be a dish best served cold; but when we at our level defend against a blow or strike the repercussions of the assault against us reverberates through generations of our assailants’ and their family’s lives. Initially, the attacker’s mental and physical health declines (often written off as age related), but the decay is stealthy and long term. Only the very lucky ones die relatively quickly, or immediately. 

On the other hand, those who extend kindness towards me will flourish and enjoy great success. One person recently has become a main supplier to two major retail outlets, all because he extended kindness to us. The health of those who have treated my sister or me with kindness has always stabilised. Children are born to the desperate, if they have treated us both with thoughtfulness, consideration and kindness. It is not a matter of putting me on a pedestal, a position I really hate. Just be kind, caring, humorous and normal; and, certainly, don’t be duplicitous.

In 1988 a husband  and wife team connected with the Rotary Club (UK), called upon its members who were in policing and banking to help twist the knife into me. They succeeded. But only now that I have spoken about the situation have they begun to realise that their intense suffering was the direct consequence of targeting me.  

There are a number of examples of the self-inflicted suffering of the English who have set out to harm, and even kill, me.

1. A Sikh gentleman ran a car parts business and would arrange for my car to be serviced locally, mostly via English owned garages. He had a male English staff member who always kept an eye on me, and acted as liaison between the garages and the gentleman from the Rotary club. 

During one incident the garage put the brake pads of one wheel the wrong way around. The car would not brake properly. I took it back for inspection, and the garage told me all was fine, and that I must be imagining the problem. But the wheel would heat and the brake would lock at the slightest touch of the brake paddle. I had to carry a gallon of water to pour over the wheel to cool it down, thus enabling the car to move, but even then I had to be very careful about how and when I used the brakes. I began to drive with greater care.

One day at a local roundabout I flicked the brake paddle in order to control the car’s forward roll, intending to accelerate to catch the large gap between a passing car and a slower truck following it. The brake ceased, I could not move and the truck was forced to take evasive action to miss me. Sister and I missed death by inches. 

I poured water on the wheel, releasing the car’s movement, and I drove back home to call the English man. He answered and I let him have it with both barrels. Responding in typical English fashion when talking to an Asian, he shouted back, and accused me of taking the wheel off and repositioning the brake pads the wrong way around after I had left the garage. I was livid. My sister’s life had been put in jeopardy, and we both could have died but for the grace of god; and this man was blaming me?!

I slammed the phone down and invoked higher Beings (that’s prayers to the uninitiated) to adjudicate in the matter. 

One clear day about a week later, the Englishman’s sister was on her morning commute on a long clear stretch of road when she rammed her car into an oncoming truck. She died immediately. A few days later, while watching evening television a member of his family began flailing his arms about and shouting, in an attempt to ward off an attack that only he could see; he too died. I am told there was also a third death in the family.

The English man never looked me in the eye again after that. He knew that I only need you to look into my eyes momentarily, and I have access to you. Those were the days when I was still mastering my career. Now, you can be living in another country, totally unknown to me, and if you mess with me then rest assured I will mess with you and yours. 

2. The security apparatus in the UK at one time placed me in the most difficult and painful position. My sister was distraught and traumatized, and we went through hell. The matter took several months to resolve. The repercussion of our suffering was that four members of the security community killed themselves, and one killed his own family before taking his life. Furthermore, a number of security personnel were brought before court on various charges. 

3. In relation to my victimisation by the UK security apparatus, I approached my then local MP, plus the person who would replace them as my MP, as well as another MP who was head of a powerful government committee detailed with maintaining oversight and authority over the security community. Both my local MPs repeatedly dismissed me while the latter refused to even acknowledge my letters. My then local MP and their spouse both suffered career-ending humiliation followed by death; and the person who chaired the powerful government committee now lives in professional disgrace. 

4. Likewise, a media mogul who I approached about my victimisation several times rebuffed me repeatedly and invited me to go back to my own country. He died in humiliation having lost his wealth, name, and fame in the process.

5. The then newly appointed head of the official race relations body in the UK, a Sikh, was initially supportive when I approached him about the victimisation and we exchanged information. He later changed his mind and began mocking me. He too went on to suffer humiliation.

6. The attack need not be directed towards me personally. I am honour-bound to protect and defend the weak, defenseless and vulnerable in society and their right to dignified life – even the racists and fascists among them. So when successive Home Secretaries, and Secretaries for Department of Work and Pensions have needlessly targeted the jobless and the homeless, they have naturally attracted my displeasure. Consequently they have left their jobs in disgrace, experiencing a multiple of professional and personal problems.

 7. And just so that you don’t feel alone, watch what happens to my current MP, who took copious notes about the mess the state security had put my family through before she got elected, and afterwards said, ‘Sorry who are you? What notes? I do not recall ever having spoken to you’. Watch that MP and their family members’ lives unravel. The same goes for the local council personnel, local ward councillor, and the leader of my local council who masterminded yet another distressful situation for my sister.

Reverting..

After more than seven years of daily relentless attacks, which have traumatised my family, with us never knowing when or where the next security-led problem would occur, I called in the senior most Being. I announced that I wanted out, as I could no longer handle the pressure, especially without the ability to hit back at my own discretion. He looked at me and said, ‘We have been watching you. No one has managed even eighteen months of the pressure you have handled these past seven years. Ask for what you want; you have earned it’. 

‘It is for you to give’, I replied, ‘for you alone are privy to my future. All I know is that I need to be able to defend my sister and myself, and hit back as and when I feel it appropriate. If that means I halt my own progress then so be it. I’ve had enough’.

He closed his eyes momentarily and with that he granted me access to whatever I needed to deal with a situation. Additionally, I was promoted and informed that my views would carry absolute influence at our level. In other words, I had been given a seat at the high table, even though I operate at the level of a fieldworker.

I have had input on some of the most important global and geo-political changes that Europe has seen, and my input has been globally valued. My and my sister’s deaths, and the manner of these, will bring in their wake the dismantling and destruction of the race-European empire.

The seniors agreed with my concern that the pillage and plunder of deep earth minerals and resources cannot go on unabated. The race responsible has to be culled. You have thoroughly race-hated me, but I am not allowed to hit you back along race-hate lines, so, I found another way to get back. And it seems I am going to have the last laugh, albeit this will happen in one of my next incarnations, but it will happen.

 

Syndicated Corruption in the UK, e.g.,CPZ (controlled parking zone)

Local government in the UK has tapped into the British Empire DNA and found a way to make serfs of its residents. In an exemplar of syndicated corruption, I will use what has been happening in my own local council as an illustration and case study.

In London, each council is divided into several wards. Each ward elects 2-3 residents as Councillors to represent the community at the local council level.

My ward is dissected by the main thoroughfare running between Central London and Wales. A part of that road, which is also part of the ward I live in, is known as the Golden Mile. It is so-called because of the concentration of industry along a mile-stretch of the road dating back to the early 1900s, which was long a source of local prosperity. Factories of architectural merit remain as a reminder of the Golden Mile’s important past.

We are not only a (historically) reasonably prosperous ward in the borough. My ward is also home to a college, and tube and railway stations. The college is a further and higher education institution with a local and international student population of more than 6,500, who go on to pursue their studies at good universities around the city.

Most of the students at the college travel in by public transport or car. Roads adjacent to the college can therefore become packed during term-time, adding to the parked cars of people who work at local businesses in the area. 

It’s worth noting that along one of its perimeters, the college has a car park with 100 or so spaces. Even so, car parking congestion spills out in and around my ward – because of the exorbitant costs of parking, which is no small consideration on a student budget.

Now, successive Conservative governments have decreased local council funding over the years, citing wastage and low accountability, among other things. The knock-on effect of this is a reduction in local services: for example, refuse collection takes place fortnightly; local libraries have been threatened with closure; and so on and so forth.

So, local councils have become creative about how to fill their emptied coffers. 

Enter CPZ.

A totally unnecessary scheme that has become beloved of councils, especially in London.

In my ward, I estimate that non-resident cars – those that are parked on the road during normal business operating hours – come to a total of around 500. If a charge of GBP2.00 were levied on each of these, the Council would reap weekly revenues of GBP5,000.00. Multiply that by 48 weeks (to account for bank holidays and other paid employment holidays), and the income would be a staggering GBP240,000.00 The income from  day-workers and students increases yet further – perhaps four-fold – when you factor in their spending at local shops and businesses.

Sensible levies of non-resident car parking could therefore bring substantial benefit and income to my ward, and to the council more generally. But local government, as cunning and corrupt as any national government, wants more. Much more.

The CPZ scheme has been ten years in the making in my ward. Leading up to this, the Council has dealt with the issue of car parking problems using ever draconian and nonsensical measures. The problem that residents faced was that students and business workers were obstructing access to reasonable parking – the council decided not to take action on this; it did not ticket the offenders at all. It did, however, ticket residents whose car bumpers and boots overhung their driveways by even a quarter of an inch. So, if anybody says CPZ is a scheme designed with residents in mind, they really don’t know what they are talking about.

As part of the Council’s consultations about the CPZ scheme, it administered resident surveys. Of the 12 residences in our road, 1 outright rejected the scheme while the others abstained from voting. They did so in the belief that only a ‘Yes’ vote would count in favour of the scheme; and that abstaining was as good as rejecting the scheme.

The Council, however, moved the goalposts – indicating that CPZ had already been rubber-stamped and that they were merely going through the motions of democracy – by announcing that 100% of the households surveyed supported CPZ. When reminded of the results in our own road, and that two residents on a road next to ours had also objected, the Council stonewalled dissent. 

In other words, the Council had at best misinterpreted abstaining votes as agreement or acquiescence to the scheme; and at worst, it had committed a very visible fraud on local residents. 

To compound matters, a ward Councillor supported a local resident’s efforts to raise a petition claiming that daytime parking congestion in our area, during normal business and college operating hours, was somehow the fault of Friday evening worshippers at a local mosque.  By this logic, worshippers at the local Christian church on Sunday morning were as much to blame, but the petition focused squarely on Muslims, and not on any other race. Even the problems associated with the college were buried, and so too the onslaught of 4x4s which deliver and collect predominantly white students to a private school nearby every day during normal working hours, and which cause a congestion.

The Councillor who encouraged the anti-Muslim petition is the very same Councillor who supported an aged white woman in having an obstructive raised platform on her doorstep, along a shared pathway that also leads to the front door of a neighbour. The platform was erected for the white woman’s ease of access into and out of her home. However, it obstructed access by her Indian neighbour, a woman of an almost similar age, to her own main entrance. When the latter objected, referring the Councillor and the council planning officers to the fact that her neighbour’s platform could just as well be placed at the rear door of her property, these people were nonplussed. They hadn’t known of the back door. But once they did, they still refused to move the platform there. They told the ageing Indian woman to use the kitchen door to her property as the main entrance. Nevermind that access to the front door is impeded for all visitors to her property.

It was as blatant a use of the race card as was the Councillor’s encouragement of a petition blaming parking congestion on Friday evening Muslim worshippers. And it was compounded when the Council demanded a second set of fees to drop a kerb which the Indian lady had already paid to take place in the past, in order to provide access to a part of her garden where she could park her car off-road. The job had been marked down in Council records as having already been completed, despite clear and visible evidence to the contrary. The fee for fulfilling a job already paid for would be ten times higher, the Indian lady was told. Another example, lest we need reminding, that local Councils are no less corrupt than our national politicians.

Reverting…

The anti-Muslim, and totally racist, petition was signed by thirty households out of more than 200 in the road. The local Council used it as the basis to revive the CPZ scheme, following the singular failure of its earlier survey and the incredibly fraudulent spin it had put on the survey results. 

The Council administered a second CPZ survey, once again clarifying to residents that only a ‘Yes’ vote would count as a vote in favour of CPZ. No surprise, then, that households were once again shocked to learn that abstentions were being interpreted as affirmations of CPZ. Indeed, a minority of 1 ‘Yes’ vote carried the day, and the scheme has since come into operation.

Under the CPZ scheme, residents have been told to pay GBP80.00 annually for a permit to park their car. Additional family cars incur additional annual fees. When challenged about the fact that some households subsist on means-tested benefits, a local Councillor looked sheepishly away and ignored the question. The scheme does not allow for nuances in employment and income, which vary greatly across the area. 

As a result of CPZ, about 300 of the original 500 pre-CPZ non-resident parked cars that I estimated continue to use the roads in my ward. The college car park remains severely under-utilised – empty, even; as do the 150 or so exorbitantly priced metered parking bays on perimeter roads. Non-residents are seeking out spaces wherever they can, without paying unrealistic and inflated parking fees.

So, we have a situation in which:

  • non-residents , who are a vital part of local life and professional activity, and who contribute economically, are being systemically excluded; and
  • residents, who were previously experiencing problems parking outside their own houses, or even their own roads, paying a minimum of GBP80.00 to… well, still not be guaranteed a car parking spot outside their home.

Furthermore, residents are required to submit all car registration and insurance details to the Council when applying for a CPZ parking permit. This includes the details of their insurer, their insurance premium, and information about their income bracket (on which their premium is calculated).  

The annual update of resident parking permits thus requires the annual submission of private household information to the Council. They sell this on to commercial companies seeking in-depth voter information for marketing purposes. We have already seen this happen with Facebook and Cambridge Aanalytica – the erosion of privacy is real, and is one in which we are forced to be complicit. But using social media sites, or wanting to park a car, should not come at the cost of our right to our privacy – we should not accept that we are complicit in allowing Facebook, or our Councils, allowing access to information which they have no right over. They are willfully and deliberately at fault. And it’s all for money.

The Council stands to make a lucrative, under-the-radar income by selling residents’ information on to third parties. It is an abuse of power, a continuation of the kinds of backhander deals we expect of Parliament, and a gateway to rigging elections.

It is the corruption nobody is allowed to talk about.

Many UK residents won’t be aware of the webs of unaccountable, non-transparent, abuses of power in which they are enmeshed in their daily lives and by their local leaders and representatives.

Today’s essay hopefully helps in starting to raise that awareness, and in making us more engaged residents.

 

Death of the Nuclear Weapon

 

The following assessment is based on my psychic abilities, and should be read in that vein.

The death of the nuclear weapon began in May 2017 and ended in June 2017. 

On 9th May 2017, the US Navy ship the USS Lake Champlain, a guided missile cruiser, collided with a South Korean fishing vessel in the international waters off Asia. A month earlier, it had been conducting exercises with other US and Japan naval ships as a show of force in the midst of heightened nuclear tensions with North Korea (San Diego Tribune, 9th Mau 2017). Both ships were able to travel safely onwards to port for repairs following the May incident.

Then, on 16th June, 2.30pm (local time, Japan), the USS Fitzgerald collided with a Philippine-flagged container ship 56 nautical miles south-west of Yokosuka, Japan. It had recently been fitted with an upgraded electronic satellite and nuclear system, and these were destroyed in the collision.

These two seemingly discrete incidents are closely connected, the first bringing the US and NATO computer-based defence system to its knees (in May 2017), while the second event then rendered it wholly inoperable (in June that same year).  

My psychic conjecture is that the collisions were the result of advancements in electronic warfare by a powerful Eastern state. These were used to jam the US naval and NATO’s nuclear weapons systems and communications satellites, and take over the naval ships’ command through remote access, thereby bringing them into collision.

The Eastern power behind the death of the nuclear weapon has thus asserted its technological superiority over the west and its warfare capabilities. In doing so, it has assumed a position of almost unassailable power and influence, which is already bringing about embryonic – but by all accounts, seismic – geopolitical transformations with far-reaching consequences.

Firstly, it was able to use its influence to move North and South Korea towards rapprochement, as evidenced by the historic meeting between their leaders on 27th April 2018 and their announcement of the Panmunjom Declaration for Peace, Prosperity and Unification – and complete de-nuclearisation – of the Korean peninsula.

That the North Korean leader stepped into the South, without causing humiliation or insult towards his South Korean counterpart, is testament to the guiding hand of the Eastern power who encouraged Kim Jong-un to send a delegation to participate in the Winter Olympics under a shared flag with South Korea.

The unification of Korea, some 65 years after the armistice that brought the war there to an end, will mark a significant shift in the geopolitics of the region. For sworn enemies to become comrades indicates there were no real deep differences between them at all, only those created and maintained by the USA, and the west more generally.

This augurs badly for the USA, who on top of having their entire nuclear weapons system over-rided, will in time announce their complete military withdrawal from the region, on the basis that Japan is capable of defending itself and that military presence is a cumbersome financial drain on the US budget.

The second repercussion of the Eastern power’s demonstrable strength and superiority over the USA and the west is that it is spurring a reassessment and realignment of allegiances in another region of the world that has – similar to Korea – been locked in seemingly intractable conflict under the aegis of the west.

Together, the transformation of formerly intransigent theatres of conflict – in and beyond Korea – into newfound allies is creating a real and deep-seated fear amongst western powers that peace will break out, and even worse, will be sustained.  

Yet it is entirely in keeping with the Eastern power’s strength and prowess twinned with its maturity that it will not announce its role as master power-broker. Instead, it is allowing the US – and the inimitable figure of Trump – to enjoy the accolade of brokering peace in Korea. 

Indeed, the historic milestone in Korea’s history represented by the rapprochement and de-nuclearisation promises of its two leaders, could not have been possible without Donald Trump’s election as US President. Here is an ill-disciplined businessman who has all the reliability, veracity, integrity and loyalty of a rat. His idea of governance is to scream, shout and hurl sarcastic abuse to all and sundry. He runs his government like a business and a fiefdom.

Only a non-career politician, such as Trump, could be sucked into an armed theatre by a national enemy and allow its advanced, human-controlled artifical intelligence warfare systems render a death-blow to his nation’s entire naval operation in Honolulu.

A seasoned politician would not have been baited into a war footing against a surrogate puppet state and allow an enemy to deal such a decisive and geopolitically transformative blow against his own country and NATO. It took a Nazi-styled, racist, redneck, white supremacist – Trump, basically – to answer the provocation offered by North Korea’s missile testing plans.

Trump, and the west, will be left to bask in the glory of the Korean peace deal, while I believe that they surely must know that this is small consolation for the fact that they have been overwhelmed by the superior technological power of a global opponent. The latter is happy for history to be written in this way, such is its confidence in its own geopolitical power and status.

The ascent of an Eastern plane and perspective of power importantly heralds the end of a race-dominated global agenda; and we must hope that based on recent developments in the Korean peninsula it also marks a significant move from hate- to care-politics, far removed from the subjugation-mentality of the race-Europeans.

If we need reminding of what the Eastern power has achieved as a result of its mastery of sophisticated electronic artificial intelligence – and the capability this gave them to rout the US Navy and its nuclear weapons system – we need only look at the fate of Russia.

Russia has achieved none of the mastery that might give it leverage over the US and the west. As a consequence, it has replaced the so-called ‘war on terrorism’ and Islamists as the prime bogeyman used by western states to keep their citizens in a state of fear. Controlling citizens’ fears, subjugating them in this way, is a critical bulwark of western political praxis. Western states distrust their citizens so deeply, and are themselves so fearful of being called to account by them for their failures in government, that they create external bogeymen to help maintain their citizens in a controlled and cooperative state that diverts them from attacking their own leaders.

Consider how a Russia asylum seeker and his daughter, who were allegedly poisoned using the deadliest nerve agent ever developed, managed to survive the massive biological damage that it caused, and live. Notwithstanding that these two people and their fates amount to nothing more than collateral damage in the eyes of both the west and Russia, it remains the fact that an immediate death would have put a quick and abrupt end to the global media frenzy that the UK – and subsequently its western partners – needed in order to make Russia an effective bogeyman that would keep its citizens’ interest and emotion diverted from other governance failures and weaknesses. 

The Eastern power that has manouevred itself into a position of primary geopolitical influence has eluded such a fate. It is now primed to create seismic geopolitical shake-ups of a kind that, while not unprecedented, are not part of living political memory.