Watch "It's over." on YouTube
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To Those That Don't Understand



You won't, you simply can't and how could you,
It is bigger than your comprehension, your ego
- will allow..
For sake of love or money
Standard reason escapes
the minds of few,
The Honey Trap has set in well,
My words will be obscure
even alien - though just as true,
Fixed and set complete to bind,
And it is necessarily so,
To Wit: Appropriately though,
why on earth should
- the difference be seen by you?

Taken the resolute path of the sociopathic - and the unkind,
Trained in Narcissistic tendencies,
for the pretense of the 'greater good'..
by Corporate Government dependencies,
Fascist Collectivism extraordinaire,
On steroids - albeit just as though,
A stupid solid dead piece of wood,
smashing heads and brought to bear
Therefore it would not,
could not - occur in view

Arrogance and ignorance
fine bedfellows,
in an ignoble ritual Dance,
Replete with - by gagged and crippling Mask of shame
To the Dumbed Down and
the criminally insane,
per chance -
It appears to work for now,
It seems even with some use
- to tell,
Do you not see where
your fellow humanity
suffers
- under this Cabaalistic
dream spell,
an hypnotic would-be 'Elite's' occultic Luciferian,
subliminal and despotic Trance
To not see, is though now,
Unacceptable ethics to bestow, And the soul of man's Justice
knows this..
- as simply no excuse

..To those that don't comprehend

No accident or by default
- WHY the world is,
or has become insane,
Inevitably of course
we see that,
There IS a Group to Blame
All bewildered commentary aside,
It IS and has been owned, controlled, by those
that are so, desperately so..

To not see, nor look above your
Homes
- the torrid and poisonous trails
Of noxious toxic Nano particles,
sprayed constantly over our once blue iconic skies
Flouride Mercury and much more besides,
stops all cognitive reasoning
secretly contained,
in Blood-brain barrier,
..insipid nanobot A.I
evil connectivity resides

Consider this in your mindset,
Abused but yet - constantly accused - blinded with Trillions in Debt for You
From your idiotic and pathetic but incapable,
To your minute and limited Worldview..
A love of
- official standard Lies
Why does this basic notion escape your inate, yet
- subdued perception?

To Those That Don't Understand..

Feign incomprehension
all you want - the difference remains intention
It is and always was
a form of Cabaalistic
Slight of Hand Mind Control
Their 'Might is right'..
You may not dare to mention
But of course - though,
As with everything,
- always Hidden in Plain Sight

By way of complete and utter, otherwise abundantly clear

..Deception

One simple message to take onboard

Raise the consciousness and

Awaken.




Kurt Hubbard-Beale
April 25th 2021
During covid 19 lockdown
Kurttravellerhb@gmail.com

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Watch "It's over." on YouTube
https://youtu.be/RAUOM5V2IYE

Watch "The Wang Wang Blues" on YouTube
https://youtu.be/28vi5luVH2k

Watch "The English Patient, Soundtrack - Marta Sebestyen, Gabriel Yared" on YouTube
https://youtu.be/p5FvpgiRqB0

Watch "Platoon (1986) - The Death of Sgt. Elias Scene (7/10) | Movieclips" on YouTube
https://youtu.be/QEv3zzKyiFQ

Watch "Platoon Soundtrack - Adagio for Strings" on YouTube
https://youtu.be/kRCubAtPiKg

Emailing Natural Law.pdf

Watch "The Definition of Natural Law" on YouTube
https://youtu.be/nmquM2jum6I

- By Kurt Hubbard-Beale

Now the blame the weather for vaccines side effects on babies ⚠️

Deceptive Cabaalist Establishment goes on and on deceiving.. 😑

Epigenetik und ganzheitliche/neue Biologie
fangen an, die Weltsicht zu verändern durch Einbeziehung von Bewusstsein und metaphysischen Verständnis.

https://news.1rj.ru/str/Mark_Passio_Natural_Law/1173

From The Dhammapada Buddhist Teaching:

The Man Who Is Awake He is awake.

The victory is his. He has conquered the world. How can he lose the way Who is beyond the way? His eye is open His foot is free. Who can follow after him? The world cannot reclaim him Or lead him astray, Nor can the poisoned net of desire hold him. He is awake! The gods watch over him. He is awake And finds joy in the stillness of meditation And in the sweetness of surrender. Hard it is to be born, Hard it is to live, Harder still to hear of the way, And hard to rise, follow, and awake. Yet the reaching is simple. Do what is right. Be pure. At the end of the way is freedom. Till then, patience. If you wound or grieve another, You have not learned detachment. Offend in neither word nor deed. Eat with moderation.

continued.

From The Dhammapada Teaching:

Continued..

Live in your heart. What magic! So do the pure conquer the armies of illusion And rise and fly. If you scoff at heaven And violate the dharma, If your words are lies, Where will your mischief end? The fool laughs at generosity. The miser cannot enter heaven. But the master finds joy in giving And happiness is his reward. And more - For greater than all the joys Of heaven and earth, Greater still and than dominion Over all the worlds, Is the joy of reaching the stream. 14. The Man Who Is Awake He is awake. The victory is his. He has conquered the world. How can he lose the way Who is beyond the way? His eye is open His foot is free. Who can follow after him? The world cannot reclaim him Or lead him astray, Nor can the poisoned net of desire hold him. He is awake! The gods watch over him. He is awake And finds joy in the stillness of meditation And in the sweetness of surrender. Hard it is to be born, Hard it is to live, Harder still to hear of the way, And hard to rise, follow, and awake. Yet the reaching is simple. Do what is right. Be pure. At the end of the way is freedom. Till then, patience. If you wound or grieve another, You have not learned detachment. Offend in neither word nor deed. Eat with moderation. The Dhammapada, www.thebigview.com Seek the highest consciousness. Master yourself according to the dharma. This is the simple teaching of the awakened. The rain could turn to gold And still your thirst would not be slaked. Desire is unquenchable Or it ends in tears, even in heaven. He who wishes to awake Consumes his desires Joyfully. In his fear a man may shelter In mountains or in forests, In groves of sacred trees or in shrines. But how can he hide there from his sorrow? He who shelters in the way And travels with those who follow it Comes to see the four great truths. Concerning sorrow, The beginning of sorrow, The eightfold way And the end of sorrow. Then at last he is safe. He has shaken off sorrow. He is free. The awakened are few and hard to find. Happy is the house where a man awakes. Blessed is his birth. Blessed is the teaching of the way. Blessed is the understanding among those who follow it, And blessed is their determination. And blessed are those who revere The man who awakes and follows the way. They are free from fear. They are free.
They have crossed over the river of sorrow. 😌🙏

To stand alone is to be uncorrupted, innocent, free of all tradition, of dogma, of opinion, of what another says, and so on. Such a mind does not seek because there is nothing to seek; being free, such a mind is completely still without a want, without movement.
But this state is not to be achieved; it isn't a thing that you buy through discipline; it doesn't come into being by giving up sex, or practicing a certain yoga.
It comes into being only when there is understanding of the ways of the self, the 'me', which shows itself through the conscious mind in everyday activity, and also in the unconscious. What matters is to understand for oneself, not through the direction of others, the total content of consciousness, which is conditioned, which is the result of society, of religion, of various impacts, impressions, memories - to understand all that conditioning and be free of it. But there is no "how" to be free. If you ask how to be free, you are not listening.

- Jiddu Krishnamurti, As One Is: To Free the Mind from All Conditioning

‘Ring Out, Wild Bells’: A Poem by Alfred, Lord Tennyson


Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light:
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind
For those that here we see no more;
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.

Ring out a slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.

Ring out the want, the care, the sin,
The faithless coldness of the times;
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes
But ring the fuller minstrel in.

Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.

Ring out old shapes of foul disease;
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.

Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be.

Science versus Scientism

True scientists are motivated by curiosity and a desire for truth following the scientific method. Political scientists motivated by power, grants, publications, the craving of attention to cover their constant Deception.


- Kurt Hubbard-Beale

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This week we time travel to 1530 and Geneva.

"When the bubonic plague struck Geneva in 1530, everything was ready. They even opened a whole hospital for the plague victims. With doctors, paramedics and nurses. The traders contributed, the magistrate gave grants every month. The patients always gave money, and if one of them died alone, all the goods went to the hospital.

But then a disaster happened: the plague was dying out, while the subsidies depended on the number of patients. There was no question of right and wrong for the Geneva hospital staff in 1530. If the plague produces money, then the plague is good. And then the doctors got organized.

At first, they just poisoned patients to raise the mortality statistics, but they quickly realized that the statistics didn't have to be just about mortality, but about mortality from plague. So they began to cut the boils from the bodies of the dead, dry them, grind them in a mortar and give them to other patients as medicine. Then they started dusting clothes, handkerchiefs and garters. But somehow the plague continued to abate. Apparently, the dried buboes didn't work well. Doctors went into town and spread bubonic powder on door handles at night, selecting those homes where they could then profit. As an eyewitness wrote of these events, "this remained hidden for some time, but the devil is more concerned with increasing the number of sins than with hiding them."

In short, one of the doctors became so impudent and lazy that he decided not to wander the city at night, but simply threw a bundle of dust into the crowd during the day. The stench rose to the sky and one of the girls, who by a lucky chance had recently come out of that hospital, discovered what that smell was.

The doctor was tied up and placed in the good hands of competent “craftsmen.” They tried to get as much information from him as possible. However, the execution lasted several days. The ingenious hippocrats were tied to poles on wagons and carried around the city. At each intersection the executioners used red-hot tongs to tear off pieces of meat. They were then taken to the public square, beheaded and quartered, and the pieces were taken to all the districts of Geneva.

The only exception was the hospital director's son, who did not take part in the trial but blurted out that he knew how to make potions and how to prepare the powder without fear of contamination. He was simply beheaded "to prevent the spread of evil".

- François Bonivard, Chronicles of Geneva, second volume, pages 395 - 402

Recently finished poetry:



For Twisted Masonic Mindset,

They reason.. 

No Complaint - Is Consent

To Genocide no Less





Trivial though, it may seem

We really could not find 

forgiveness, from their wrath 

Except perhaps in a lucid dream, 

To breathe fresh air with Oxygen, as God intends

Would be a glimpse into the past, 

Listen now and share with a friend, 

Their dispicable Dystopian nightmare, 

Simply must not last 



They keep on going, the incessant spraying, 

As no one looks up there is no denying 

For what this is and what we are saying, 

Though so much is now known 

And not for lack - of Good men trying

Who would, who could even resist, such a constant stress..? 


A twisted masonic mindset, 

They reason.. 

No complaint - is consent

To Genocide no Less



Figure it out and let us know

As we look on, for he who observes, 

Insatiable attitudes resist analysis, 

Of constant dastardly Toxic flow

Because in the end it attacks the nerves, 

Into the pit, their satanic abyss 

As above then so below

And so why on Earth would you want this? 


There is no sense, nor logical reason, 

But a Death cult does not require 

it, 

If it Dictates - what you think 

They're Banking on you and your son, 

Apathy, Inertia to abandon hope, Stuck in tragedy only to sink

Revile against incipid Cabaal Lies 

Before you personally reach the end of your rope.. 

So for goodness sake 

look up sometime, 

to observe our tragic skies


We are made of resilient infinity, 

They have rejected and forgone


A gift.. 


The spark of God given divinity




Kurt Hubbard-Beale 
kurttravellerhb@gmail.com 
22nd January 2022
During Covid 19 lockdown 


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