My Pleasure

It is my pleasure to state that this will be my Final Word on the Freemasonic World Cup.

The in-your-face blatant rigging of the World Cup is revealed in the accompanying video by a French fellow called Dimitri.

The Economist front cover illustrates the events and geopolitical shenanigans that the souled-out artists and their Jewish overlords were preparing the audience for. Zoom into July and what do we see?

Similarly, the children’s book ‘The World’s Game’, released in early June, also ‘correctly predicted’ the Spanish victory:

On top of which, we have the various controversies, cash extractions and corporate weirdness that plagued the tournament, calumniating with the esoteric half-time satanic ritual of the final.
All High Strangeness, and all out in the open: how proud the Freemasonic encoders of 1862 must be at what has become of the once-called ‘People’s Game’.

However, rather than bemoan the rigging, the fixing and the niggardly nonsense of the World Cup, perhaps we should take it as an opportunity to realise, or a reminder of how we are in a mathematical construct where numbers and calendars are the keys with which to unlock the door of our perception and walk through into the glorious truth?

On the very subject of which, here is a video of a blessed soul, Dannion Brinkley telling it how it is.

This week’s Roguecast is in two parts: the first is from High Park woods in Sherwood Forest and contains a venting of spleen, a railing at the genocidal criminal UK government and its diktat from Chris Whitty that folic acid be added to flour on the basis that a tiny number of pregnant women may lack and this produce children with ‘birth defects’. As far as I can see, the only defects are those that exist in the warped brains of the murderous traitorous fools behind it.

Naturally, we cannot experience displeasure without pleasure, and the second part finds me in a more appreciative mood, in which I reflect on the quality of empathy and the Truth of our lives as spiritual beings passing through this mysterious world. At this point, the expression, “I am That I am” pops into my mind like a comfortable koan whose meaning has to be both considered and felt. Maybe this is what ties together the threads of the Roguecast: we have to feel our way through life just as much as we have to think it.

Thank you for your kind attention and, remember, that your pleasure is mine also!

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