I dreamed last night that I was with the Queen in a large car and we were looking at a huge stately home that was slowly disintegrating into sand. A group of drunken men were partying on one of the balconies, entertained by an opera singer.
The Queen reached out and held my hand. Her skin was fragile and peeling. She looked afraid. I placed my other hand over hers. I smiled reassuringly into her blue eyes as the car drove away towards the depths of a lovely forest.
Death is the only freedom the Queen can possibly experience.
Her life has been a long inescapable prison and King Charles III will be caught in the same trap.
I do not envy these people. I pity them.
They cannot return power and wealth to "the masses", as you might suggest.
It isn't theirs to give.
It is held by the Crown Corporation, a Templar Law edifice, on behalf of God.
An ancient contract, from the time of the Crusades, which controls the "Rule of Law" globally and which few understand,, let alone can destroy.
Every time we hear the phrase "Rule of Law" we hear the jailer's keys echoing through the centuries. We witness the unholy Roman Empire rebranding and relocating, avoiding the light. We see nature exploited, destroyed and dominated.
What we do not see is a way back to Eden.
Queen of Rules and Fools
Reading through your stuff on Queenie it being jubilee and what not Francis. John Coleman seems to say she's top of the pyramid ie Committee of 300 head (bit of doubt about 300 being exactly what he says mind) but obz not then?
Frances - even though you call me one of those who are "born every day," I appreciate when you share your dreams. :) This is evocative.