GB Children Used To Be Free

Great Britain was the Home of Freedom, Freedom-of-Speech, Freedom to Roam, Democracy and Childhood Freedom…

 

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Great Britain used to be
The place where children roamed free
No boundaries of despair
They took their fun out of the air.

Climbing trees, hide and seek.
Bows and arrows, catapults too.
Scrumping was fun, building dams true!
All the fun that we once knew.

Out in the morning,
back when we wanted.
No time was placed, except…
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“Back At Dinner-time please”.

We built our Den’s Way up in the trees.
Adults we met would stop and chat.
They knew our names, They’d give us a hug or a pat.
Sometimes a penny or two, returned with a smile.

Respect from both sides helped us grow up with Pride!
Pride in our home, our home lives too.
School taught us History, Geography days.
Math’s and spelling, Christian ways.
All was good in those ‘Old Normal Days’

Out in the morning,
back when we wanted.
No time was placed, except…
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“Back At Dinner-time please”.
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Now 60 years on and the ‘New Normal Days’
Where Woke Rules Our Lives, that Children despise!
“It’s Not Safe To Go Out!
Bad People Around”
Is the call from all parents and peers.
And Social Media’s Sound.

Out in the morning,
back when we wanted.
No time was placed, except…
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“Back At Dinner-time please”.

Great Britain No More! Where did It GO!??
Neither You Or I Could Possibly Know!
Except The Governments seem to side with Woke.
They give them powers, quite simply – A JOKE!

The Children these days are taught from their START!
That the rainbow is GOD! – Stay under it’s Arch!
For if You stray towards ‘Common Sense’
The Rainbow will GET YOU!
You’ll have no defence!

Out in the morning,
back when we wanted.
No time was placed, except…
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“Back At Dinner-time please”.

All children beware of gifts you are shown,
As they are the Bait! – Your Future Undone!
As Sexual Abuse often follows those ‘Gifts’
You won’t escape their Perverted Grip.
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Politicians see to THIS!

If You manage to Swerve! – The Sexual Abuse,
The next Gift You’ll be offered – DRUGS at a Price.
You take just ONE – And ONE’s Not Enough!
Then They’ll offer more FREE!
’til there’s NEVER enough!

You’ll then be entwined in ‘The Countyline Scam’
No Escape I’m Afraid! …
Your LIFE Has Now GONE!…………

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Copyright © Peter Moring  2025

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Your Children Are The New ‘Weapons of Social Warfare’.

The freedom of childhood, childhood memories, and the state-destruction of the GB childhood.

 

 

In an earlier post I spoke of the need of ‘The Few’ to break up communities in any way they can. To ‘Divide and Conquer’ is their ongoing goal and they will stop at nothing to achieve their end.

I’ve also spoken about the awesome POWER that ‘Love’ holds.
How the biological form that is ‘Human’ depends on that precious energy that we exude and require in equal quantities.

Nothing comes close to the amount of ‘Love’ that is generated by our children. From the moment they enter this world of ours they become the ‘focus’ of our out-pouring of the ‘energy’ so important to ‘their’ growth as well as our own. I can’t imagine that anyone reading this who has had the privilege of having a child of their own, could possibly disagree.

‘The Few’ have used this ‘focus’ of our love to cajole and manipulate us in too many ways to list them here. But the most recent ‘abuse’ of our children has not been from paedophile’s or mentally inadequate parents, (Although those are serious problems of course) it has been administered by the ‘architects’ of society.

The ‘Architects’ of society are those individuals who have no real power, but who are power-hungry. They are usually left-of-centre politically who are so eager to please their masters and ‘puppeteers’ that they will do ‘everything’ that is asked of them without question. When ‘The Few’ initiate a dictate for them to enforce, they give them ‘power’ as their reward, and these weak minded ‘power-seekers’ will go into action immediately to do their bidding.

They have no ‘real’ morals or ethics.
They have no conscience or remorse.
They are ‘driven’ by their insatiable appetite for ‘POWER’ which they will strive for at any cost. Even at the cost of our children’s innocence, safety and long term welfare. ‘The Few’ demand, and ‘The Few’ will get whatever that might be. In this case, another nail in the coffin of our communities.

The Human Survival Blueprint’ which I hope you’ve read. (After all, it’s free to every reader of this article). Goes into detail about the ‘POWER’ of ‘LOVE’, and how we are all controlled by the fear of ‘losing’ any energy source that provides us with the energy of ‘Love’.

Their is no greater ‘energy source’ for Love than our own children. Even our partners with whom we produce our children can’t compete. (Sad though that truth may be). That being the undeniable TRUTH, it stands to reason that ‘The Few’ would have our children in their sights as the number ONE target in the war to destroy our communities, and therefore give them total power over us as a species.

It’s no coincidence that ‘education’ is one of the ‘Big Guns’ in this war. Our masters deem it necessary to introduce our children into ‘state control’, ie; school/nursery earlier and earlier into our children’s lives. Robbing them of their family ‘bonding’ and their ‘childhood’ in one foul swoop. All in the name of ‘Education’ of course.

In the UK the starting age for ‘compulsory’ nursery education will soon be TWO years old. That is not only unbelievable (though true) it’s also ‘SICK’ in the extreme.

Our masters can dress it up to look like a ‘necessity’ for our children’s welfare and future, but it’s all a part of the ‘bigger picture’ which is to ‘separate’ and ‘indoctrinate’ the sources of our most valuable ‘energy source’, the LOVE of our children. Children ‘starved’ of love for long periods of the day are not being equipped to ‘give’ love to those most important in their existence. Their Parents.

The teachers and carers can’t give them Love, or ‘teach’ them how to love their parents, their siblings, or their Grand Parents. They will have that MOST VALUABLE stimulation denied to them. They will grow up devoid of, and incapable of feeling the ‘POWER’ of true love.

The few hours left in the child’s day after their ‘enforced’ indoctrination is not long enough to usurp the ‘energy’ of TRUE LOVE that their family are equipped to give them. They will grow up to find genuine signs of affection as a ‘threat’ to their person. They will become suspicious of even their own family members intentions toward them.

WHY? Because the ‘indoctrination’ also goes so far as to ‘educate’ the child to be ‘wary’ of those who show them affection, or too much attention. In the guise that all adults are dangerous. They are ‘The Bad-Guys’ who are out to harm them, and the very young don’t distinguish exactly WHO are ‘The Bad-Guys’ so become ‘wary’ of everyone.

Already, paranoia is a very real problem in society. The Media can’t and won’t control itself on these issues. Governments are passing privacy laws like there’s no tomorrow. Privacy laws that are inhibiting amateur and professional photographers alike, who are now having to ask themselves very serious questions before they even ‘think’ about taking a picture.

If there’s another persons child in the photograph, dare they take it? If it’s an area where children are known to play, either often, or occasionally, dare they take the photograph?

Thirty years ago, even less, these questions would have been unthinkable. But ‘The Few’ have indoctrinated society through our ‘left-wing’ power-hungry advocates, so that now everyone is totally ‘paranoid’ about being accused, or possibly arrested on a charge that they are in some way a ‘threat’ to our children.

I have just watched a programme on the TV which high-lighted the very real danger that our children are NOW facing, and that is the danger of being totally ignored when they could ‘genuinely’ be in very real danger. All because we in society have been trained very well that if we are seen to show ‘any’ sort of attention to a child that is not our own, let alone take them by the hand to lead them to safety, we are in danger of being accused of being a ‘threat’ to the child.

The programme makers set up two children, a young boy and a young girl apparently having ‘lost’ their parent somewhere in the shopping mall. The children were stood alone in the main area, individually at different times of the day, and were asked to act lost and upset. Each time, more than 100 people walked by, afraid to even make eye contact, before a ‘safety conscious’ member of the public stopped to offer help.

How would you feel if YOUR child got lost in a busy, large shopping mall, and nobody went to their aid? You would have every right to feel disgusted that no-one stopped to help your child out wouldn’t you? But would you have had the ‘courage’ to stop and help another persons child in that situation? It’s a question, that as a member of a so-called CARING society, we should NEVER even have to ‘consider’ answering.

We should ALL be able to feel comfortable approaching ‘any’ child in any form of danger or distress and offering a helping hand. Or, dare I say it; The Hand Of friendship.

But our ‘enlightened’ society has made the question ‘obligatory’. Our community spirit has been knawed away at by the ‘CANCER’ that is; ‘Political Correctness’ Which spawned ‘Child-Line’, a do-gooder charity that is there to ‘protect’ children from the threat of ADULTS!

Children can phone in whenever they haven’t got their own way at home, and accuse Mum, Dad, Sister, Brother, Uncle, Aunt or Mr Jones down the road of almost anything they could dream up. Often splitting families and communities in all directions while ‘investigations’ take place into the ‘allegations’ of an irate child.

YES! I have no doubt that the charity does some ‘sterling’ work, and DOES help to protect ‘many’ genuine cases of abuse. For that it has to be applauded. But at what cost? Because we now have a society that is split in two between ADULTS and MINORS like never before. With both sides suspicious of each other.

One thing though is ABSOLUTELY CERTAIN.
‘The Few’ are rubbing their hands with glee, because their plans are panning out beautifully. Society is being ‘split’ in every direction, and the ‘Number One’ generator of TRUE LOVE is being systematically dismantled in-front of our very own EYES, all in the name of ‘Education’.

When you’re packing ‘your’ TWO year old child off to nursery or school, remember this article well, and appreciate WHY you are abandoning your very own child to be indoctrinated by ‘real’ strangers who have a sub-conscious agenda to deprive YOU of the love you should be sharing with your child in his or her formative years.

Read ‘‘Visions Of The Future Past’  (It’s Free) as well as the other articles in this Blog. They are a guiding light through the ‘mist of deceit’ that’s being generated all around you.

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The Secret of Rosslyn Chapel

The Musical Mystery Hidden in Stone:
The Chladni Patterns cast by ancient stonemasons:

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Beneath the Scottish twilight sky, where ancient echoes fall,
There stands a chapel carved in stone, the strangest one of all.
Its arches whisper centuries, its columns breathe the past,
And every shadow seems to guard a secret meant to last.

Rosslyn’s walls are threaded deep with symbols old and grand,
A tapestry of mystery shaped by patient mason’s hand.
Among the angels, leaves, and light that dances on the nave,
Lie hidden notes in silent stone the craftsmen chose to save.

Oh, Rosslyn, sweet Rosslyn,
Where the echoes never die,
You’ve a song carved in your arches
’Neath the cold Midlothian sky.
Oh, Rosslyn, dear Rosslyn,
Let your silent choir ring—
For the notes within your stonework
Know a tune the heart can sing.

Two hundred cubes with patterns rare, each etched with careful grace,
As if the music of the stars were frozen in that place.
They wait in rows along the arch like players in a choir,
A symphony in quiet stone the ages can’t expire.

A father and his son once stood beneath that vaulted dome,
Entranced by shapes that seemed to hum though still as sculpted bone.
They read the chladni patterns cast by ancient stonemasons,
And dared to dream these marks could be forgotten resonances.

From trembling strings and unseen waves the secret tones emerged,
A “Rosslyn Motet” rising high where long-lost whispers surged.
The chapel seemed to glow again, alive with sound and lore,
As if the past had stirred awake to sing once more.

Oh, Rosslyn, sweet Rosslyn,
Where the echoes never die,
You’ve a song carved in your arches
’Neath the cold Midlothian sky.
Oh, Rosslyn, dear Rosslyn,
Let your silent choir ring—
For the notes within your stonework
Know a tune the heart can sing.

Was it truth the Mitchells found, or myth made sweet with art?
No matter how the scholars argue, beauty claims its part.
For music etched in silent stone is magic in its own,
A spell that turns a chapel’s walls into a breathing tone.

So wander through the hushed carved halls and lift your gaze above,
Where centuries in patterned cubes still wait for hearts to love.
In Rosslyn Chapel’s woven light, where faith and wonder blend,
You hear a song the stones once knew—and feel it without end.

Copyright © Peter Moring  2025

 

Tucked away in the quiet village of Rosslyn, just south of Edinburgh, stands one of Scotland’s most captivating historic sites: ‘Rosslyn Chapel’. Famous for its elaborate stone carvings, mysterious symbolism, and even its cameo in ‘The Da Vinci Code’, the chapel holds many secrets—but perhaps none as intriguing as its connection to ‘hidden music carved in stone’.

Built in the mid-15th century, Rosslyn Chapel is a masterpiece of Gothic stonework. Every surface, arch, and pillar seems alive with intricate patterns, angels, green men, geometric shapes, flowers, and biblical scenes. But among these carvings lies something far more unusual: 213 carved stone “musical cubes” arranged along the arches of the Lady Chapel. Each cube bears a unique geometric pattern, almost like a code waiting to be deciphered.

For centuries, visitors wondered what these designs meant. Were they decorative? Symbolic? Part of a forgotten tradition? The mystery remained unsolved until the early 2000s, when father-and-son team Thomas and Stuart Mitchell took a closer look. Stuart, a composer, noticed that the patterns resembled ‘chladni patterns’ – shapes formed when sound vibrations move particles on a surface. Could it be that the medieval stonemasons of Rosslyn Chapel had encoded music into stone?

After years of studying the cubes, their placement, and possible symbolic meanings, the Mitchells proposed a bold theory: each cube represented a different sound pattern, forming a kind of musical score hidden in the church’s architecture. They eventually created a composition—now known as the “Rosslyn Motet” – which attempts to translate these stone engravings into a piece of choral music. Whether or not this interpretation is historically accurate is still debated, but the idea has captured the imagination of historians, musicians, and visitors alike.

What makes the Rosslyn musical carvings so compelling is not just the possibility that they encode an ancient melody, but what they suggest about medieval craft and creativity. Stone carving was a highly skilled art, and the masons of Rosslyn were clearly masters of their craft. But the idea that they might also have been experimenting with representing sound visually adds an entirely new dimension to the chapel’s legacy.

Walking into Rosslyn Chapel today, it’s easy to overlook the cubes among the overwhelming detail of the carvings. But once you know what to look for, they become a kind of treasure hunt—small stone signatures that hint at a deeper story woven through the building. Whether or not the musical interpretation is literally correct, what’s undeniable is that Rosslyn Chapel was designed to inspire curiosity and contemplation.

Perhaps that’s the chapel’s greatest gift. For centuries, it has invited people to imagine, question, and explore. The musical cubes are just one more piece of that puzzle—a reminder that even in solid stone, there can be a kind of poetry. And maybe, just maybe, a melody too.

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The State! V Love & Family

Remember! When You Send Your Child To Nursery, School, University – You Are Sending Them To A ‘State/Woke  Indoctrination Hub’.

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The State! V Love & Family

When morning breaks and bells all ring,
We send our children wandering,
Into halls where strangers call,
And shadows paint the classroom wall.

We feel the tug, the tender ache,
That love no power can overtake;
From infant breath to tiny hands,
They bloom beneath our heart’s commands.

Yet whispers say the world grows cold,
That forces hidden, quiet, bold,
Would draw our little ones away
And shape their minds another way.

They speak of rulers, few – but strong,
Who move the crowds like a drifting throng;
Who claim the right to mold the youth,
And write their version of the truth.

For love is power—pure and bright—
A flame that blinds the deepest night;
And those who hunger for control
Would dim the lantern of the soul.

We feel the tug, the tender ache,
That love no power can overtake;
From infant breath to tiny hands,
They bloom beneath our heart’s commands.

So parents watch with weary eyes
As early schooling multiplies;
The cradle years grow thin and fast,
The childhood bond becomes outcast.

Assessments gather, labels grow,
And futures tilt in lines they sow;
While fear and doubt replace the trust
That once felt natural and just.

A world where helping hands withdraw,
Where kindness hesitates in awe;
Where every gesture, warm or mild,
Is weighed as danger to a child.

We feel the tug, the tender ache,
That love no power can overtake;
From infant breath to tiny hands,
They bloom beneath our heart’s commands.

And through it all, the quiet plea:
“Remember love — remember me.”
For nothing built by rule or pen
Can match the love of home again.

So hold them close before they roam,
Remind their hearts where beats their home;
For though the world may press and pry,
Love’s bond is what they still rely.

Copyright © Peter Moring  2025

 

In an earlier article I spoke of the need of ‘The Few’ to break up communities in any way they can. To ‘Divide and Conquer’ is their ongoing goal and they will stop at nothing to achieve their end.

I’ve also spoken about the awesome POWER that ‘Love’ holds.
How the biological form that is ‘Human’ depends on that precious energy that we exude and require in equal quantities.

Nothing comes close to the amount of ‘Love’ that is generated by our children. From the moment they enter this world of ours they become the focus of our out-pouring of the energy so important to their growth as well as our own. I can’t imagine that anyone reading this who has had the privelage of having a child of their own, could possibly disagree.

‘The Few’ have used this focus of our love to cojole and manipulate us in too many ways to list them here. But the most recent abuse of our children has not been from paedophiles or mentally inadequate parents, (Although those are serious problems of course) it has been administered by the ‘architects’ of society.

The Architects of society are those individuals who have no authorised power, but who are power-hungry. They are –  ‘usually’ – left-of-centre politically who are so eager to please their masters and ‘puppeteers’ that they will do everything that is asked of them without question. When ‘The Few’ initiate a dictat for them to enforce, they give them ‘power’ as their reward, and these weak minded power-seekers will go into action immediately to do their bidding.

They have no real morals or ethics.
They have no conscience or remorse.
They are driven by their insatiable appetite for POWER which they will strive for at any cost. Even at the cost of our children’s innocence, safety and long term welfare. ‘The Few’ demand, and ‘The Few’ will get! whatever that might be. In this case, another nail in the coffin of our communities.

The Human Survival Blueprint’ which I hope you’ve read (A Page On This Site).  Goes into detail about the POWER of LOVE, and how we are all controlled by the fear of losing any energy source that provides us with the energy of ‘Love’.

There is no greater energy source for Love than our own children. Even our partners with whom we produce our children can’t compete. (Sad though that truth may be). That being the undeniable TRUTH, it stands to reason that ‘The Few’ would have our children in their sights as the number ONE target in the war to destroy our communities, and therefore give them total power over us as a species.

It’s no coincidence that education is one of the Big Guns in this war. Our masters deem it necessary to introduce our children into state control, ie; school/nursery earlier and earlier into our children’s lives. Robbing them of their family bonding and their childhood in one foul swoop. All in the name of ‘Education’ of course. (Read Also – The Universal Soldier – Of Commerce on this site)

In the UK the starting age for compulsory nursery education will soon be TWO years old. That is not only unbelievable (though true) it’s also SICK in the extreme. More recently, since 2020 at least, (and supposedly! as a study to see how Covid Lockdowns have affected them) our children have been put through Mental Health Assessments and categorised as; Anxious, Depressed, Autistic, ADHD sufferers, Paranoid, Anti-social etc, etc. These assessments are being carried out ‘Behind The Backs’ of parents who, every day, are losing more and more of their parental powers that are being transferred to the State and the Education system.

These children will go through the Education system being re-evaluated until they leave School/University and enter the Work Environment where their Mental Health condition will become an essential part of the Interview/Hiring Process. Meaning an awful LOT of School-Leavers will be deemed Un-Employable and registered as Psychologically Disabled. WHAT! will happen to these youngsters later down the line is anyone’s guess. But it won’t be good.

Our masters can dress it up to look like a necessity for our children’s welfare and future, but it’s all a part of the bigger picture which is to separate and indoctrinate the sources of our most valuable energy source, the LOVE of our children.

Children starved of love for long periods of the day are not being equipped to give love to those most important in their existence. Their Parents.

The teachers and carers can’t give them Love, or teach them how to love their parents, their siblings, or their Grand Parents. They will have that MOST VALUABLE stimulation denied to them. They will grow up devoid of, and incapable of feeling the POWER of true love.

The few hours left in the child’s day after their enforced indoctrination is not long enough to usurp the energy of TRUE LOVE that their family are equipped to give them. They will grow up to find genuine signs of affection as a threat to their person. They will become suspicious of even their own family members intentions toward them.

WHY? Because the indoctrination also goes so far as to educate the child to be wary of those who show them affection, or too much attention. In the guise that all adults are dangerous. They are ‘The Bad-Guys’ who are out to harm them, and the very young don’t distinguish exactly WHO are The Bad-Guys so become wary of everyone.

Already, paranoia is a very real problem in society. The Media can’t and won’t control itself on these issues. Governments are passing privacy laws like there’s no tomorrow. Privacy laws that are inhibiting amateur and professional photographers alike, who are now having to ask themselves very serious questions before they even think about taking a picture.

If there’s another persons child in the photograph, dare they take it? If it’s an area where children are known to play, either often, or occasionally, dare they take the photograph?

Thirty years ago, even less, these questions would have been unthinkable. But ‘The Few’ have indoctrinated society through our left-wing power-hungry advocates, so that now everyone is totally paranoid about being accused, or possibly arrested on a charge that they are in some way a threat to our children.

I watched a programme on the TV some years ago now, which high-lighted the very real danger that our children are NOW facing, and that is the danger of being totally ignored when they could genuinely be in very real danger. All because we in society have been trained ‘very well’ that if we are seen to show any sort of attention to a child that is not our own, let alone take them by the hand to lead them to safety, we are in danger of being accused of being a threat! to the child.

The programme makers set up two children, a young boy and a young girl apparently having lost their parent somewhere in the shopping mall. The children were stood alone in the main area, individually at different times of the day, and were asked to act lost and upset. Each time, more than 100 people walked by, afraid to even make eye contact, before a safety conscious member of the public stopped to offer help.

How would you feel if YOUR child got lost in a busy, large shopping mall, and nobody went to their aid?
You would have every right to feel disgusted that no-one stopped to help your child out wouldn’t you?
But would you have had the courage to stop and help another persons child in that situation?
It’s a question, that as a member of a so-called CARING society, we should NEVER even have to consider answering.

We should ALL be able to feel comfortable approaching any child in any form of danger or distress and offering a helping hand. Or, dare I say it; The Hand Of friendship.

But our enlightened society has made the question obligatory.
Our community spirit has been gnawed away at by the CANCER that is; Political Correctness.

Hence – Child-Line, a do-gooder charity that is there to protect children from the ‘threat’ of ADULTS! …. BUT!

Children can phone in whenever they haven’t got their own way at home, and accuse Mum, Dad, Sister, Brother, Uncle, Aunt or Mr Jones down the road of almost anything they could dream up. Often splitting families and communities in all directions while ‘investigations’ take place into the ‘allegations’ of an irate child.

YES! I have no doubt that the charity does some sterling work, and DOES help to protect many genuine cases of abuse. For that it has to be applauded. But at what cost? Because we now have a society that is split in two, between ADULTS and MINORS like never before. With both sides suspicious of each other.

One thing though is ABSOLUTELY CERTAIN.
‘The Few’ are rubbing their hands with glee, because their plans are panning out beautifully. Society is being split in every direction, and the Number One generator of TRUE LOVE is being systematically dismantled in front of our very own EYES, …. all in the name of Education.

When you’re packing your TWO year old child off to nursery or school, remember this article well, and appreciate WHY you are abandoning your very own child to be indoctrinated by REAL strangers who have a sub-conscious agenda to deprive YOU of the love you should be sharing with your child in his or her formative years.

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Read ‘The Human Survival Blueprint’   as well as the other articles in this Blog. They are a guiding light through the ‘mist of deceit’ that’s being generated all around you.

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When The Light-Angels Speak

The Early Warning Few Wanted to Hear: Revisiting an Overlooked Chapter in Cold War History.
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The age of enlightenment in 1951
Was when light-angels Spoke to us
in clear, bright, human tongue.

A shadow rose in a dawning age,
Where fear first bled onto history’s page;
One voice spoke out with a warning clear,
A truth the hidden powers feared to hear.

He told of forces sharp and cold,
Of minds remade, of will controlled;
A government triad forged – in secret rooms—
Pain, drugs, and trance with tightening fumes.

Conspiracy Theorist was their weapon
To Silence the prophets sent from heaven

He named the method none would name,
Exposed the heart of a rising game;
A strike at choice, at thought, at soul—
A way to fracture humans whole.

Long before the headlines came,
Long before the world knew blame,
He cast a light where shadows curled,
And touched the nerves of a guarded world.

Conspiracy Theorist was their weapon
To Silence the prophets sent from heaven

Planners whispered, architects drew,
Designing what he already knew;
His early truth, unwelcome, bright,
Split the dark with sudden light.

A storm then rose to mute his claim,
To dim his voice and stain his name;
For secrets shown before their time
Are met with force, denial, crime.

Conspiracy Theorist was their weapon
To Silence the prophets sent from heaven

Yet history turned and proved him right,
Revealed the schemes once kept from sight;
And echoes tell in whispered tone
How early warnings stand alone.

For when one sees what power hides,
And speaks before the tide divides,
The system moves, both swift and sly,
To hush the man who asks it why.

Conspiracy Theorist was their weapon
To Silence the prophets sent from heaven

Thus stands the tale, both sharp and stern—
Of truths revealed too soon to learn;
A signal sounded, fierce and clear,
By one who spoke – when none would hear.

Copyright © Peter Moring  2025

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In the early 1950s, a time when Cold War tensions were only beginning to crystallize, a handful of governments and intelligence services quietly entered what would become one of the most controversial chapters in modern history. Behind closed doors, new methods of shaping human behaviour were being studied, refined, and tested. And in the midst of this hush-hush experimentation, one author stepped forward with a description so direct and so early – that it inevitably raised eyebrows.

That author was L. Ron Hubbard.

In his 1951 work ‘Science of Survival’, Hubbard discussed a procedure he called “Pain–Drug–Hypnosis” – or ‘PDH’. He described it as a deliberate fusion of physical trauma, chemical influence, and hypnotic suggestion, used with the specific aim of overriding an individual’s ability to choose freely. According to his account, this combination had the potential to fracture judgment, destabilise the mind, and create a level of influence that normal defence mechanisms could not resist… (Hmmm? – Ringing Any Bells Yet?)

What made the timing especially striking is that such ideas were not part of any mainstream public conversation. Psychological warfare, behavioural modification, and mind-altering drug use were still tightly guarded topics—discussed in classified meetings, not bookstores. Yet Hubbard laid out a framework that sounded remarkably similar to methods later revealed in government records.

Only two years after ‘Science of Survival’ appeared, the CIA launched ‘MK-Ultra’, a sprawling behavioural research initiative that has since become infamous. Declassified documents show that the programme made extensive use of drugs, sensory manipulation, hypnosis, and coercive techniques. To many observers, the overlap between the themes Hubbard raised and the direction MK-Ultra would take appears more than coincidental.

Whether or not Hubbard had direct knowledge of such efforts is a matter of debate. But the chronology itself raises an interesting question: {What happens when someone publicly discusses a subject that powerful institutions are not yet prepared to acknowledge?}

Some historians and commentators argue that Hubbard’s early description of ‘PDH’ positioned him uncomfortably close to matters that were considered highly sensitive. They suggest that his claims may have illuminated a field still being developed in secret, and that this alone would have been enough to trigger backlash. Others counter that the controversy surrounding Hubbard simply reflected broader cultural and ideological disagreements, unrelated to intelligence work.

Regardless of which interpretation one prefers, there is no doubt that ‘Science of Survival’ introduced ideas that later echoed through real events. ‘MK-Ultra’ would eventually be exposed, the Church Committee would force disclosures, and the public would learn how deeply government agencies had ventured into the territory of psychological control.

Seen in that light, Hubbard’s early commentary takes on a different resonance – not as a complete blueprint, but as an unexpectedly prescient warning. He argued that any method merging trauma, drugs, and suggestion posed a fundamental risk to personal autonomy. And he voiced that warning well before the world learned how far such techniques had been taken behind the scenes.

At minimum, his work serves as a reminder that early insights can sometimes outpace official narratives. At most, it suggests that the first person to speak about a buried danger is often the one most inconvenient to those keeping it buried. Is it any wonder that the CIA invented the phrase ‘Conspiracy Theorists’ shortly after the release of ‘Science Of Survival’?

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You WILL Receive Consequences

Governments Worldwide Are Complying With The Agenda2030 Goals Of ‘Comply Or Receive Consequences’

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Through centuries of fear we’ve grown,
A leash of rules to guide, to own.
Civilization, they softly claim,
A shield of order, a noble name.

No pillage, no rampant fire,
No lust, no theft, no savage desire.
A world of morals we’re told to keep,
Or consequences rise from deep.

Yet behind the curtain, shadows steer,
The Few who whisper, bend, coerce,
Their end game waits, control complete,
Where freedom bends beneath their feet.

We’re shaped as drones, our hours sold,
Our spirit drained, our fire cold.
They harvest energy, thought, and breath,
And bind our will in chains of flesh.

Each rule imposed, each petty line,
Dulls the spark that once was mine.
We’re fed illusions, endless streams,
False foes designed within our dreams.

The films, the games, the flashing screen,
A theatre vast, yet never clean.
Billboards shout, the ads confide,
All to keep us pacified.

Sweeteners gifted, toys of light,
To veil the darkness of their night.
Like children set with games to play,
While parents turn their eyes away.

Big Brother’s house, a cage of glass,
Where baited souls perform and pass.
We cheer, we laugh, we take the test,
Yet miss the chains upon our chest.

The net, their web, both trap and key,
A mirror vast of you and me.
And all the while, the lesson clear:
Consequences—control through fear.

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The Smothering Lichen In Our Forests

The Smothering of Our Forests: When Too Much of a Good Thing Becomes Death:


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The smothering of forests, the silence, the ache,
Too much of the lichen, too much to take.
It clings to the branches, it covers the green,
A blanket too heavy for life to be seen.

Too much of a good thing can bring on despair,
Like oxygen drowning the breath in the air.
For trees need their balance, the rhythm, the flow,
Not endless grey carpets where sunlight won’t go.

CO₂, that whisper of life in the breeze,
Feeds forests and oceans and all living seas.
We cry for its absence, yet don’t understand,
It’s part of the cycle that nourishes land.

The warmth of the oceans, the pulse of the deep,
Awakens the world from its ancient sleep.
It’s *result*, not the reason, for nature’s grand turn,
The lesson is simple, if we wish to learn.

The smothering of forests, the silence, the ache,
Too much of the lichen, too much to take.
It clings to the branches, it covers the green,
A blanket too heavy for life to be seen.

“Climate control,” you say? A villainous scheme,
To bind Mother Nature and silence her dream.
For change is her breathing, her thunder, her rain,
Her heartbeat through chaos, through joy, and through pain.

To cage her in numbers, to measure her sigh,
Is to darken the stars in a man-made sky.
We meddle, we panic, we twist what was free,
And call it salvation—but blind we may be.

If we stifle her whisper, her rhythm, her birth,
We summon the ending of life on this Earth.
For smother the forests, and soon comes the test—
When Mother lies gasping, we silence the rest.

The smothering of forests, the silence, the ache,
Too much of the lichen, too much to take.
It clings to the branches, it covers the green,
A blanket too heavy for life to be seen.

So let her breathe wild, in storm and in sun,
For nature’s own course is never undone.
Too much of control is the deadliest breath,
And balance ignored is the prelude to death.
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Our forests — the great green lungs of our planet — are quietly suffocating under a thick, creeping layer of lichen. What was once a sign of balance and harmony has now become a warning sign. We often think of lichen as natural, even beautiful, but like so many things in nature, ‘too much of a good thing can be deadly’.

Just as too much oxygen can overwhelm the human body, too much lichen can smother the trees it calls home. Beneath that pale crust, bark cannot breathe, light cannot reach, and the delicate systems that sustain life begin to falter. The message is clear: imbalance in nature — even when caused by natural elements — can lead to slow, silent death.

The Forgotten Friend: CO₂ and the Cycle of Life:

In our rush to “fight carbon,” we’ve forgotten a basic truth of life: Carbon dioxide is essential for photosynthesis. Plants thrive on it; forests depend on it. Without CO₂, trees cannot grow, oceans cannot nourish plankton, and the very air we breathe begins to falter. The problem isn’t carbon — it’s imbalance.

When we remove too much CO₂, we disturb nature’s rhythm. We need to remember that CO₂ is not the villain, but rather a participant in a grand and ancient cycle. The warming of the oceans, for example, is not necessarily the cause of climate shifts — it is often the result of natural patterns within Earth’s living system.

The Danger of “Climate Control”:

Modern environmental policy often speaks of “climate control.” The phrase itself should make us pause. To control climate is to control the beating heart of Earth — ‘Mother Nature’s breath’. Climate change, on the other hand, is not evil. It is the language of the planet, a pulse that has guided life for millions of years.

When we attempt to freeze nature in a single state — when we dictate how she should breathe, move, or evolve — we risk suffocating her entirely. And when Mother Nature suffocates, we follow.

Let Nature Breathe Again:

Our forests remind us daily that life depends on balance, not domination. The thickening lichen, the warming seas, the anxious debates about carbon — these are not separate issues. They are all symptoms of a deeper misunderstanding: the belief that we can out-think or out-control nature.

Instead of trying to cage her, we must learn again to live in rhythm with her. The Earth’s systems are not problems to solve — they are processes to respect.

If we truly want to save the planet, we must let her breathe.

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The Legalised Cull Of The UK Old And Bold

This poem and blog post questions whether new driving laws reflect growing age discrimination in the UK

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They say it’s for safety, a test of the eyes,
A simple new rule, a bureaucrat’s prize.
But under the cover of care and concern,
A quiet injustice begins to burn.

They’ll call it protection, they’ll call it wise,
But freedom is fading — it silently dies.
The licence, once golden, a key to roam,
Now stamped with a rule that drives elders from home.

The young point fingers — “They’re slowing the lane!”
But danger and age are not one and the same.
For vision and focus can falter in youth,
Yet only the old must prove their truth.

Led-Lights a glaring! through a dark, dank night
Fills All ages with DREAD! and Fright!
Blinded for seconds, no fault of their own!
‘Health and Safety’ Lowered The TONE!

A car is more than wheels and steel,
It’s life, it’s liberty, it’s how we feel.
It carries memories, laughter, and pride,
A symbol of ‘self’ they’re asked to hide.

In villages distant, on streets alone,
They’ll stare at the keys they used to own.
Cut off from the world, their voices fall,
The silence grows heavy — it swallows all.

Loneliness whispers, then screams through the night,
Depression takes hold, out of the light.
They called it safety, they called it fair,
But did they see who vanished there?

A car is more than wheels and steel,
It’s life, it’s liberty, it’s how we feel.
It carries memories, laughter, and pride,
A symbol of ‘self’ they’re asked to hide.

A “legalised cull,” some boldly cry,
And you can’t help but ask them why.
Is ageing now a hidden crime?
A burden marked by the hands of time?

The young forget, they too will age,
Their story written on a future page.
For one day soon, by law’s demand,
They’ll face the test, they’ll understand.

So question the rule, the subtle disguise,
That steals their freedom behind the eyes.
For care should comfort — not confine,
Respect should grow, like vintage wine.

A car is more than wheels and steel,
It’s life, it’s liberty, it’s how we feel.
It carries memories, laughter, and pride,
A symbol of ‘self’ they’re asked to hide.

Drive on, dear elders, hold the line,
Your years are gold, your hearts still shine.
For every mile, each road you paved,
Is part of the land you proudly saved.

And if they try to clip your wings,
Remember what true freedom brings —
It’s not just sight, but soul and song,
And the right to roam where you belong……

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Are the Elderly Becoming Scapegoats for Society’s Failing Systems?

A new proposal requiring all older drivers to pass a *compulsory eye test* before renewing their driving licence has sparked fierce debate across the UK. At first glance, this might seem like a sensible safety measure — after all, good eyesight is essential for road safety. But beneath the surface, many fear that this policy represents something far more troubling: a quiet, systematic effort to push the elderly out of their independence and off the roads altogether.

It’s easy to frame this as a generational issue. Young people often complain about “slow drivers” or “dangerous pensioners” behind the wheel. But road safety isn’t an age issue — it’s a public issue. Accidents are caused by inattention, distraction, and lack of care, not age alone. Singling out older drivers for mandatory testing implies that being elderly is itself a danger to others, and that’s both unfair and untrue.

For millions of older people, driving isn’t just about getting from A to B. It’s about freedom, dignity, and connection. The car represents their ability to visit family, volunteer, attend appointments, and remain active members of their communities. For many, particularly in rural areas with poor public transport, taking away a licence effectively means isolating them from the world.

And isolation can have devastating consequences. Loneliness among older adults is already described by health experts as a “silent epidemic.” It’s closely linked to anxiety, depression, and physical decline. Forcing people to give up driving — often their last link to independence — could push many into despair. There’s genuine fear that this could lead to a rise in mental health crises and even suicides among the elderly.

Critics are calling this the “legalised cull” of the elderly — a harsh but pointed phrase. It captures a growing sentiment that older citizens are being quietly marginalised under the guise of “safety” and “efficiency.” From underfunded social care to inaccessible healthcare and now this, it feels as if society is systematically reducing the spaces in which older people can live freely.

Of course, nobody is suggesting that safety standards be ignored. If an individual’s eyesight or reaction time makes them unsafe on the road, intervention is necessary. But such assessments should be based on evidence, not blanket assumptions about age. A fair approach would test ‘all drivers’ at regular intervals — regardless of how many birthdays they’ve celebrated.
But such tests MUST NOT! Be influenced by ‘incentives’ to fail certain demographics during these tests. Probably something a ‘control hungry government’ wouldn’t be able to resist!

The bigger question is what this says about how we treat ‘ageing’ in modern Britain. Have we become so obsessed with productivity and youth, that we now view the elderly as a burden? Policies like this one seem less about safety and more about control — quietly limiting the freedoms of a generation that built the very roads we drive on – and gave ALL Brit’s – The Freedom! To DO SO!

If we truly value equality and respect, we must ensure that “safety” isn’t used as an excuse for exclusion.
‘The elderly deserve protection’ –  but not from driving.
They deserve ‘protection’ from political policies that rob them of their independence, dignity, and place in society.

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The UK Cartoon Cabinets

Welcome to Westminster: Britain’s Longest-Running Reality Show

 

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Curtains rise on Westminster’s stage,
A modern farce for a modern age,
Two cartoon cabinets on display,
Red and Blue, they dance and sway.

Actors dressed in suits so neat,
Strut and posture, stamp their feet,
Practiced lines and scripted fights,
Spotlights burn through sleepless nights.

For crowds who binge on seaside drama,
‘Love-Island’ heat and ‘Chelsea’ glamour,
This theatre plays in broader hue,
A nation’s nightly, news-lit cue.

“Reality!” they boldly claim,
Yet every scene feels much the same,
Strings above in practiced motion,
Power churns like tides in ocean.

If one believes each speech sincere,
Each promise pure, each stance austere,
Then gentle friend, – take heed, – be wise,
Not ‘every truth’ is seen with eyes.

Behind the velvet, green-lit screen,
Where only whispers pass unseen,
Shadowed hands conduct the sound,
And puppets march on practiced ground.

Like Oz behind his emerald veil,
The show must run, it must not fail,
Great voices speak through borrowed breath,
And choreograph the ‘stage of state’.

So watch the pageant, laugh or cry,
Question every battle-cry,
For theatre fools the hearts of many,
And those who rule, are seldom any.

But hope still lives, though actors scheme,
Beyond the glare of public dream,
For truth emerges, slow yet bright,
When crowds awake to dawn-new light.

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If you ever feel like Westminster looks suspiciously similar to a chaotic reality TV set, don’t worry — your instincts are working perfectly. The Commons isn’t just where politics happens; it’s where *politics performs*.

We don’t get governing — we get ‘episodes’.
We don’t get leaders — we get ‘cast members*’
And every Prime Minister’s Questions is basically a crossover between ‘Made in Chelsea’ and ‘The Apprentice’ only with fewer business skills and more wallpaper scandals.

The two big parties?

Think of them as rival ITV and BBC production units, each insisting their drama is the “real” one. The Labour arc promises transformation; the Conservative story-line always seems stuck on repeat: “Trust us this time — no, – this time.”
Both sides rehearse outrage, rehearse comebacks, rehearse “deep concern.”

It’s less democracy and more ‘political karaoke’. Everyone’s hitting notes someone else wrote years ago — and half the audience is only here because the remote’s been lost since 2016.

The Audience Participation Illusion

We, the public, are told we’re the judges — the great deciding force. Democracy, votes, representation, all that good stuff. But if this really is a talent competition, you’d be forgiven for feeling like the voting lines have technical issues *every single season*.

Instead, we tune in, scroll through political soundbites, and get fed dramatic storylines:

This MP said what? – Scandal!
That party is finished! – Crisis!
BREAKING: leadership challenge number nine thousand!

It’s gripping, sure, in the same way arguing over fictional characters in a soap opera is gripping. Except this soap determines budgets, public services, and trains that may or may not ever appear.

“Behind-the-Scenes, Coming Up Next…”

Now, satire aside, no democracy is perfect, and every government has advisers, strategists, and career civil servants. That’s normal. But sometimes it feels like our elected cast are cosplaying authority while someone else writes the script off-camera — PR firms, donors, industry whisperers, and the mysterious realm known as “advisory committees.”

Just like Hollywood agents shape stars, political handlers polish reputations, manage mistakes, and quietly feed lines. We don’t always know who they are — and that’s part of the magic trick.

This isn’t a conspiracy theory; it’s more of a ‘commentary on theatre’. Because politics, like show business, depends on illusion. The moment the seams show, the show collapses. So the seams are carefully stitched, the lights stay bright, and we clap when we’re told to.

“Tune in Next Week…”

The most ironic part? Many people genuinely care — passionately — about improving the country. There are dedicated public servants and engaged citizens who want better. But they’re competing in a landscape structured like prime-time entertainment, where outrage gets attention, attention brings power, and nuance gets cut in editing.

So what do we do?

We keep watching, yes — but maybe with a raised eyebrow and a remote nearby. We question the script, call out the melodrama, remember that headlines are not commandments, and realise that ‘the audience eventually shapes the show’ — once it stops cheering at the wrong moments.

Because someday, the set lights might dim, the soundtrack might fade, and the credits will roll.

And then — just maybe — we’ll choose a different genre.

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The Beat Of A Plasterer’s Day

The Day In The Life Of A 70’s Site Plasterer

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You rise before dawn, the sky still gray,
The missus calls, “Stay in bed today!”
But you growl, “No love, I can’t let down—
The site won’t wait while I lie around.”

You pull on clothes with plaster crust,
Steel-toe boots, and gear you trust.
Each step you take leaves dusty trails,
Through morning mist and foggy gales.

It’s the life of a site plasterer, strong and proud,
Covered in dust, still laughing out loud.
From sunrise grind till the close of play,
That’s the rhythm of a plasterer’s day.
Ohhh— the trowel keeps time, the walls obey,
That’s the beat of a plasterer’s day.

Cereal downed, the sandwiches made,
Juice topped up, tea freshly laid.
A kiss goodbye, you’re out the door,
To beat the rush and face the roar.

You reach the site while others sleep,
Your trowel in hand, your faith runs deep.
No time for chat or breakfast stop,
You’re in the mix till the final drop.

It’s the life of a site plasterer, strong and proud,
Covered in dust, still laughing out loud.
From sunrise grind till the close of play,
That’s the rhythm of a plasterer’s day.
Ohhh— the trowel keeps time, the walls obey,
That’s the beat of a plasterer’s day.

You smooth the walls till they gleam and shine,
A craftsman’s touch, near godlike line.
By dusk you’re spent, your body sore,
But pride still hums—“I’ll do one more.”

Home again, the bath runs hot,
Dinner’s steaming in the pot.
Kids leap high to grab your knee,
But all you crave’s some peace and tea.

It’s the life of a site plasterer, strong and proud,
Covered in dust, still laughing out loud.
From sunrise grind till the close of play,
That’s the rhythm of a plasterer’s day.
Ohhh— the trowel keeps time, the walls obey,
That’s the beat of a plasterer’s day.

Then comes the cry—“Oi, lazy lump!
We’re going out, now shift your rump!”
You grin, gear up, and hit the road,
Pub, friends or park? – your joy reloads.

The cash rolled in, life felt so sweet,
Each day’s hard graft made ends meet.
But then one day, the hammer dropped—
“Health and Safety!”—the freedom stopped.

Now fences rise where laughter played,
Rules on rules, all joy decayed.
Start when told, and leave on cue,
No jokes, no smoke, no banter too.

They watch your step, they mark your name,
The “Woke Brigade” has changed the game.
Yet still you plaster, proud and true,
Because that’s what real tradesmen do.

It’s the life of a site plasterer, strong and proud,
Covered in dust, still laughing out loud.
From sunrise grind till the close of play,
That’s the rhythm of a plasterer’s day.

Ohhh— the trowel keeps time, the walls obey,
That’s the beat of a plasterer’s day.

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