I had a dream…
As revelations from the Epstein case continue to shake people’s convictions, Pietje Schramouille invokes the spirit of Martin Luther King. His dream? That those who have been asleep will finally wake up.
Far be it from me to suggest that this text could be as groundbreaking as Martin Luther King’s speech in August 1963. That man had called on the public to join him for a moment that would go down in history. Without today’s means of communication, he managed to draw a massive crowd to Washington. 250,000 people turned out.
He was driven by a powerful conviction in which people believed. I, too, had strong convictions at a time when people mocked us. Any attempt at dialogue ended with the ultimate insult: the word “conspiracy theorist” was thrown out, and the discussion came to an end. Everyone turned their back on one another in deafening silence. The mere act of doubting became a crime. Few held their ground.
Since then, the Covid believers, once so sure of themselves and the prevailing orthodoxy, have let their guard down a bit. The more humble among them have come a long way, discovering the side effects, the illogicality of locking up healthy fellow citizens, the collapse of the economic, social, artistic, sports, and events sectors, as well as the hospitality industry, schools, and offices… Everything came to a halt. Something that had never happened on our planet.
They opened the door to the impossible
They—the “bad guys,” as they are sometimes called—have opened up the realm of the impossible.
I thought it was impossible. But it is precisely because it was impossible that they did it. The recently published documents on the correspondence between the infamous Jeffrey Epstein and a banker, Ariane de R., of a major eponymous bank, are enlightening, as are his ties to the scientific community, not to mention, of course, the sexual exploitation of minors.
Financiers have written the script for an overpopulated world that must be controlled in all its “excesses.” They have bombarded us with rhetoric complacently echoed by the media in order to make us lose all critical thinking. They have constantly added fuel to the fire to stoke fear and impose unimaginable measures: a bogus vaccination campaign, the loss of national sovereignty, absolute control via the internet, the methodical destruction of livestock, …
The Tipping Point
Let’s be clear: if the world doesn’t turn the tide now, it never will. Democracy will die because we let it die. The revelations of the Epstein affair are an eye-opener. The world can no longer turn a blind eye.
Although hindered and threatened by ever-present censorship, I believe that a peaceful revolution by the people can still tip the scales. Young Nepalese people managed to bring down their government. Justice is a balance: all it takes is more people on one side to tip the scales.
Do you, too, have those skeptics who mocked, shunned, avoided, or even insulted you, and who are now coming back to you, just like they did to me? They’re opening Pandora’s box in their minds and telling you, “But you were right, conspiracy theorist!”
It won’t be easy for them to admit they were wrong. Friend after friend. Cousin after cousin. Neighbor after neighbor. Colleague after colleague. With the bayonet of our arguments, let’s provoke free will. Let’s not impose anything. Let’s sow doubt, let’s plant it, let’s nurture the free will of those who are beginning to wake up.
The ball is in our court
This is our baby boomer generation’s Woodstock. We must take action, bringing along those who are already awake and those who are in the process of waking up. Talk to them. Let them join us. Let them support us. We don’t know how this will all end. Personally, I have an idea. I had a dream.
Back to basics. Why not get together for a party at Bois de la Cambre? Our woods. Your woods. 112 hectares of greenery with a real beech forest. Our No (Wo)man’s Wood…
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Let’s meet on a secret day kept hidden from the media and authorities, confirmed within the resistance, at the end of the day, for a beautiful gathering. With a distinctive color so we can recognize each other. We can always say it was just a joke if we do it on Wednesday, April 1st. Deal? Five years after the first Boum!
Let’s imagine we bring together 1% of Martin Luther King’s audience. There would be 2,500 of us singing, dancing, hugging, drinking, eating, listening to our leaders, singing again, dancing again, hugging once more, having one last drink, enjoying one last song, applauding our heroes…
The Bois de la Cambre can become our Forest of Regained Freedom. To all of you reading this: form clans, come in groups…
Poetry, love, laughter, songs, dances, positive words, colors, flowers… All of this will save us!
Pietje Schramouille de Lutteur King
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