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David Icke's Gingerbread Cottage
Icke has been right on so much. But here is why I don't trust him...
January 21, 2024

There’s a moment in my live show with David Icke where I completely lose it.

  “I know why you haven’t been killed for saying the stuff you say,” I yell at him. “It’s because you are one of them! You are part of the Trap!”

It was something like that, anyway. You’ll have to check out the podcast yourself (I’ve now depaywalled it) — https://delingpole.substack.com/p/david-icke— to hear the exact words. But what I do vividly remember as I made the accusation was how shocked I felt to be saying it. I’d begun the evening expecting that we were going to end it as good mates. Instead, here I was, effectively accusing one of the world’s most red-pilled influencers of working for the Enemy.

  This was the point in the evening where I realised I’d lost about half my audience. I could actually hear their groans of disappointment and disbelief. How dare I question the integrity of the heroic, magnificent and sacrosanct guru who first led them down the rabbit hole and who has been proved right about so much since?

  Contrary to popular belief, I don’t enjoy confrontation. But I’m definitely not shy of giving it back if I’m feeling provoked. Icke had already irked me mightily with his sludgy monologues, his inability to answer a question straight, and his reluctance to hold anything resembling a conversation. The final straw, though, was when he started making sneering references to my ‘religion.’

  Now I certainly hadn’t gone on stage intending to defend Christianity to a known atheist. I mentioned my own faith, en passant, just because I was starting to get a bit frustrated by Icke’s vagueness on the nature of his philosophical/religious outlook. Icke is very good at telling you stridently what the deal is: that we’re all living in a simulation, that there are these demons feeding on our energy, and so on. What he is much less able to do, it seems to me, is to provide a persuasive account as to why we should believe him.

  And I don’t think I was being unreasonably demanding here. If you are going to travel round the world, appearing on stage to adoring audiences, expounding a particular world view, then surely it behoves you to be able to justify it. For me, it would be the work of moments to explain why the Bible narrative - that we were created in the image of a loving God, who imbued us with a moral compass and a yearning for truth and beauty - makes emotional and intellectual sense. And I’ve got texts to back it up. All I wanted from Icke was his own apologia for why it is that he thinks what he thinks.

  But Icke either couldn’t or wouldn’t deliver. This for me was a massive tell. I’d started out, as I do with all my podcast guests, wanting to give him the benefit of the doubt. But now there were red flags all over the place. Why, when talking about truly monstrous evils, like the Satanic bloodline families and how they torture and kill children in order to harvest their adrenochrome, did he sound so curiously unmoved? Why, given his oft-stated view that only through ‘love’ can we transcend the simulation, was he so viciously antipathetical to Christianity? Could it be that the ugly rumours about Icke which I’d be so careful not to investigate beforehand might actually have a grain of truth in them?

  You’ll find the answer to these questions in two revealing videos. Perhaps I should have watched them before I did the live event. Then again, had I done so I would have cancelled the whole thing for what they tell us about Icke does not make me warm to him or trust him. Icke is a theosophist; a New Ager; essentially - though he might not use that specific term - a Luciferian. Now that might not sound too worrying if you don’t know what those labels mean. So let’s spell it out: David Icke shares the same religious belief system as the wicked master rulers he has spent the last thirty years supposedly exposing.

I’m surprised by how little this is talked about or even understood in Awake circles. But I think that may partly be a function of the way Icke markets himself. If you’re one of his 500,000 Twitter followers, for example, you get edgy, incisive commentary on everything from Israel/Gaza to the credibility of Alex Jones and Elon Musk. This is the Icke of the popular imagination: unafraid to go where others will not dare; completely on the money with his predictions of what the New World Order will do next; a martyr to the cause of truths that They just don’t want you to hear.

  I fell for this myself. It was the whole reason I had him on the podcast. Though it’s true - as I admitted in our stage show - that I’d never read any of Icke’s books I know lots of people who have and who credit him as their main inspiration for much of what they know about the machinations of the Illuminati. And then there’s that video, which I did see, showing Icke at least ten years ago predicting with uncanny prescience all the things that have since come to pass from the fake pandemic and poisonous vaccines to the menace of digital ID. How could someone so right about so many things that matter possibly not be one of the good guys?

  What I now realise is that David Icke is a game of two halves. There’s David Icke the red-pilled truth warrior with whom it’s hard to disagree on much. But there’s also David Icke the New Ager, whose laborious, dogmatic, third hand ruminations on the true nature of existence deserve much more scrutiny that they generally get from his devotedly cultish audiences.

  For chapter and verse on the latter, I highly recommend this deep dive investigation by Chris White, which quotes closely from Icke’s written work, interviews and stage lectures. It is called David Icke: Where Did He Get His Theories?


Though Icke’s position on some issues has shifted over the years - he used to claim that he conversed regularly with Jesus; now he claims Jesus never existed, for example - the essence of his spiritual philosophy remains much the same as it was over thirty years ago, when the information was fed him by a spirit guide, an ‘ascended master’ called Rakorski.

  Rakorski, it turns out, is not some random guru from the ether who chose on a whim to confer his wisdom on a former Hereford United goalkeeper. He also happens to be a key figure in the automatic writing and inspiration of Alice Bailey, founder of the Luciferian (the clue’s in the name) Lucis Trust, and herself a student of Madame Blavatsky, the Russian mystic, likely a complete charlatan, who in the late Nineteenth Century established a hugely fashionable new religion called Theosophy.

  Theosophy, a mish mash of occultism and Eastern philosophy, mutated into what we now know as the New Age movement. Most people think of the New Age, if at all, as an amiably batty phenomenon - now largely defunct - that surfaced some time in the late Sixties, and gave us the musical Hair (“This is the dawn of the Age of Aquarius”), the more mystical elements of the hippy movement, Shirley MacLaine on a beach shouting to the waves ‘I am God I am God’, shops selling crystals, and so on.

But far from going away, the New Age is now so well assimilated in Western culture it has become a permanent fixture. Yoga, mindfulness, the whale music playing during your Reiki or aromatherapy treatment, the notion that love and hate vibrate at different frequencies, meditation, ashram retreats, “I’m not religious but I’m definitely spiritual’ - we’re most of us part of the New Age these days without even knowing it.

  Having dabbled with quite a few of the above in my time I can perfectly well appreciate their appeal. The problem with the New Age is that it’s a bit like the nice old lady with the cats who couldn’t be more warm or helpful but turns out to be the one who wrote the poison pen letters which destroyed the village. That is, beneath its apparently benign, wise, professedly loving exterior is a core of ruthlessness, intolerance and malignity. Even discerning Awake people often fail to grasp this.

  Indeed, the New Age might have been tailor made for the Awake community in particular because it appeals to their instinctive distrust of the System, their sense that there’s so much more to this world than what we’ve been told, their feeling that something radical needs to change if we are to escape from the current paradigm - and also to their heartfelt belief that more than anything what we need right now is peace, love and unity.

  The New Age appears to be the answer to all this and more. It tells of the dawning of a collective consciousness which will free us from the shackles and superstitions of organised religion (most especially Christianity, which it sees as the main obstacle) and will enable us to maximise our true potential by achieving the latent godhead which resides within us all.

  Sounds great, right? I mean, what could be cooler than discovering that you - yes, little old you! - are actually a god? And the only reason you didn’t realise this is that all pesky religion you had rammed down your throat when you were a child, Christianity being by far the worst, led you up the garden path. But now you’re in on the secret that the world’s elites have known for centuries. Finally you can escape the Matrix and save the world (just like Neo and Harry Potter and Luke Skywalker did: the people who made those movies KNEW) by achieving that state of divine wisdom which some call ‘gnosis.’

  Well if this is all true then clearly it’s the way to go. But how do we know it’s not just another trap - what Christians would consider to be a Satanic ploy - designed to lure us away from the only true form of salvation offered by Jesus? The answer is that we cannot know. Not with any certainty. So I feel in no position to judge any of those myriad Awake types who’ve gone down the New Age path - or variants thereon, such as gnosticism - because they might yet be right and I might be proved a gullible idiot.

  What I can say, though, with absolute certainty is that the spiritual/philosophical world view preached by David Icke is utterly incompatible with the Christian one. If one of them is correct then the other one isn’t. It’s a zero sum game. But you’d be amazed how many Awake people are oblivious to this fact, as I discovered in the aftermath of our event. “You and David have so much more in common than you realise,” well meaning people kept telling me. “You can’t quite agree on terms but essentially you’re saying the same thing.”

  No, we are not. Really we are not. We are talking about polar opposites. From the Christian perspective, Icke’s philosophy is exactly what we were warned about in Genesis 3:5. When the serpent tempts Eve in the Garden of Eden to eat the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge he claims: “For God does know that in the day you eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened, and you shall be as gods.”

  You can dismiss the Genesis account of man’s fall as a fairy story, if you wish. But believing Christians do not - and nor, perhaps more pertinently, do the people who run the world. The key difference between them is that the Cabal - or the Predator Class, the Illuminati, call them what you will - see the serpent not as the Enemy but as mankind’s benefactor: the bringer of knowledge who freed man from the tyranny of ignorance with which a cruel and capricious God held him prisoner. In the Cabal’s version of events, in other words, Satan or Lucifer is the good guy; as he is also in the New Age belief system which Icke claims to despise (“It is an emotional wreck with a crystal in its hand”) but yet embodies.

At our live show Icke sought to present our clash as one between my religious dogma on the one hand and on the other his enlightened, non-judgemental, free-thinking, hard won, deeply researched insight. This was slippery of him. The New Age may not be too keen to admit it but it is at least as much a form of religious dogma as Christianity is. It just uses all that airy fairy talk of raised consciousness and oneness with the universe and so on to disguise its true purpose: the age old Luciferian mission of abolishing God. Any doubts on this score can be cleared up by glancing at the works of Madame Blavatsky or her acolyte Alice Bailey, whence much of Icke’s spiritual philosophy is derived. For more details, watch this video by E511 Ministries


So which version of events do you trust? In the Christian one, God created man in His image, gave him dominion over a world of exquisite beauty, then sent His only son to redeem man for his sins since the Fall which was engineered by the enemy of creation, Satan/Lucifer. In the Ickean one, the wonders of creation are an illusion, man is but an NPC in a gigantic video game, ‘there is no good and evil, only consciousness’ and the God of the Bible is a malevolent control freak from whose shackles we can free ourselves once we release that we - not Him - are the true gods.

Both propositions are plausible. For me, the decision comes down which side has the most persuasive evidence. Of course, I’m aware that there all manner of ‘conspiracy theory’ takes on the Bible - everything from the integrity of the translations and the role of Paul to the behaviour of the Church since. Even so, I think it requires quite an imaginative leap to believe that Icke’s sources of authority for his claims - a mix of personal revelation provided by entities from another realm, sundry texts and interviews of questionable reliability - are more trustworthy.

I’ll give you one example of where I think Icke fails badly on this score. It comes from his book The Biggest Secret (2000) - the one with the lizard-headed royals - in a passage which pours scorn on those foolish enough to take the New Testament literally. Here it is:

“Horus was the ‘son’ of God in Egypt. He was derived from the Babylonian Tammuz and, in turn, provided another blueprint for the later Jesus. The connections are devastating for the credibility of the Christian Church: Jesus was the Light of the World. Horus was the Light of the World. Jesus said he was the way, the truth and the life. Horus said he was the truth, the life. Jesus was born in Bethlehem, the ‘house of bread’. Horus was born in Annu, the ‘place of bread’. Jesus was the Good Shepherd. Horus was the Good Shepherd. Seven fishers board a boat with Jesus. Seven people board a boat with Horus. Jesus was the lamb. Horus was the lamb. Jesus is identified with a cross. Horus is identified with a cross. Jesus was baptised at 30. Horus was baptised at 30. Jesus was the child of a virgin, Mary. Horus was the child of a virgin, Isis. The birth of Jesus was marked by a star. The birth of Horus was marked by a star. Jesus was child teacher in the temple. Horus was the child teacher in the temple. Jesus had 12 disciples. Horus had 12 followers. Jesus was the Morning Star. Horus was the Morning Star. Jesus was the Christ. Horus was the Krst. Jesus was tempted on a mountain by Satan. Horus was tempted on a mountain by Set.”

‘Devastating’ indeed. Or at least it would be if these claims were true. Icke seems to believe that they are, having often used them in his stage shows, and having yet - so far as I am aware - to issue any retraction. They have also received wider circulation in Zeitgeist: the Movie. They’re even cited in Mark Millar’s comic book series The Chosen One. The problem is, though, that they do not seem to have any basis in actual Egyptian mythology.

Icke himself cites the source of these ‘devastating’ comparisons between Horus and Jesus as an author called Albert Churchward, a freemason who claimed in the 1920s that Jesus didn’t actually exist. Churchward’s brother James promoted another of the stories that Icke has since championed: the notion of a lost civilisation on the sunken continent of Mu. James Churchward claimed to have found proof of this via the Naacal tablets, prehistoric records he had encountered on a trip to India, and which were translated for him by an Indian priest (one of just three people who could read this lost language). It’s possible that James Churchward got this idea from Madame Blavatsky, who claimed to have discovered a similarly ancient lost text - the Stanzas of Dzyan - on a trip to Tibet. Translated for her from the unknown language of Senzar by the Occult Brotherhood, this was then used to inform her book The Secret Doctrine, which purported to tell us the mystical philosophy of the earliest humans.There is no evidence that the Naacal tablets or the Stanzas of Dzyan or the lost continent of Mu ever existed. The Horus/Jesus comparisons too, according to Chris White, who has tried unsuccessfully to trace them to an earlier source, appear to be yet another fabrication.

Part of Icke’s schtick, repeated almost daily in the aggrieved, martyrly tone he adopts on his Twitter feed, is that he is a fearless, outspoken seeker-after-truth who has been vilified and marginalised for exposing secrets that our evil controlling overlords would prefer remained hidden. Well, fine. Nothing wrong with that. But if that is the claim you make for yourself, surely the bare minimum you ought to be able to offer your audience is the guarantee that the ‘truths’ you are revealing are actually true - and not just yet more of the made-up shit you are continually berating your enemies in the mainstream for producing.

This ought to be a sine qua non for any author or public speaker seeking to inform the world about, well, anything really. One of the reasons it took me so long to write my demolition of the climate change industry, Watermelons, is because I had to make damn sure that all my claims were properly sourced and accurate. Had I not done so, I would have offered an easy target to that vast, rich and vindictive Climate Industrial Complex just gagging for an opportunity to embarrass one of its critics.

The fact that Icke does not appear to hold himself to the same standards is a red flag for me. Like most truth seekers, I’m genuinely open to the possibility that everything I currently understand about the world - and the afterlife - may be wrong, up to and including the shape of the planet or esoteric stuff like ‘soul traps’ and whether, when you die, you’re meant to avoid the light or follow it. Icke, judging by the stridency of his tone, the dogmatism of his assertions, and his ill-disguised impatience with those who don’t share his point of view - Christians most especially - appears to think he knows all the answers. But extraordinary claims require extraordinary proofs. And if his sources are as obviously tainted as, say, a pamphlet published in the 1920s by a freemason with an obvious axe to grind and no evidence to back up his claims, I can’t say I’m terribly convinced.

In his documentary Where Does David Icke Get His Ideas?, White gives several other examples of Icke’s sketchy sources. The lizard headed stuff, for example, appears to have been relayed to him via the testimony of a mind-control victim - by definition an unreliable witness - named Arizona Wilder. Some independent confirmation might have been nice, do we not think?

David Icke has been right about many things in the past and continues to be so. But this is no reason to give him the free pass he often gets from his cultish acolytes who appear blind to the possibility that he might be pushing an agenda inimical both to their interests and the cause of truth - not to mention of their immortal soul.

Not only is at least some of his research slipshod but when challenged on detail he is often evasive and defensive. These are not responses which bespeak honesty and integrity. In my experience, at any rate, researchers promoting a contentious point of view which goes against the grain of mainstream thinking are only too happy to be questioned on their thesis. That’s because they are on a mission to explain and elucidate - and evangelise.

In Icke’s defence, it might be argued that he is not a quick fire intellect, and that his curmudgeonly demeanour is the product of all those wilderness years he spent being dismissed as a tinfoil hat lunatic. But those days are long since past. He has a large, appreciative audience for his books and live events, an internet TV show - Ickonic - and the satisfaction of having many of his predictions vindicated by events. At this point, his continued playing of the victim card looks to me suspiciously like a passive-aggressive defence mechanism designed to ward off honest criticism. This was certainly my feeling in the aftermath of our live event. The main priority of Icke and his family was not to respond to the criticisms I made - but rather to try to blacken my name as a rude, insensitive, pushy, lying (“You’re like Tony Blair, mate” - I was told) arriviste who, under false pretences, had taken cruel advantage of a noble freedom fighter and truth seeker whose boots I was not fit to lick.

I’m not buying it. Most especially I am not buying Icke’s spiritual philosophy which he pretends is antithetical to the binding strictures of ‘religion’ - but which is clearly just a warmed over version of the theosophy of Madame Blavatsky and the New Age, which in turn are just an update of the Babylonian Mystery Religions followed by our ruling elites since the dawn of tyranny.

This is why I titled this piece David Icke’s gingerbread cottage. It’s an analogy which I think answers the obvious question: “If Icke is really working for the Enemy how come he has been allowed to do so much to expose them?” All those bang-on predictions, all those juicy revelations, are just the bait…

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Marzinsky concluded that the voices were not internally generated but belong to external entities which preyed on his patients - usually having gained entry to their brains when the patients were heavily using drugs or alcohol. Demons, he realised, are real.

And they hate scripture. That was another thing Marzinsky discovered. After various experiments, he found that the most effective demon repellant was to get his patients to recite Psalm 23. The demons loathed it and it became part of Marzinsky’s treatment programme.

The Marzinsky podcasts remain some of the most popular ones I’ve done. Quite a few people have told me they changed their lives. They found Marzinsky’s testimony so compelling and plausible that they could no longer doubt the supernatural. It helped bring them to God.

They were certainly an important step on my Awakening journey. Not long afterwards, the notion that there are invisible demonic entities all around us was corroborated for me by a friend of mine. He admitted - shyly, because it isn’t a thing you boast about and it had caused him all manner of problems, especially when he was a child and tried confiding in a teacher - that he had been able to see these creatures all his life.

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Demons and demonic possession are one of those subjects that seem quite fanciful at first. But once you start looking into it - talking to exorcists, remembering what the Bible says, checking out videos of quite obviously demonically possessed people on social media, and so on - you realise that demon-denialism is not a sign of intelligence or discernment. Rather it is just another sorry example of the way our cultural conditioning has blinded us to the obvious.

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One of my favourite religious autobiographies The Gurus, The Young Man and Elder Paisios includes lots of good demon stories. It’s about a young, very left wing, Greek man - Dionysios Farasiotis - who decides to put competing religious outlooks to the test by comparing his experiences with the Orthodox monks on the Holy Mountain (Mt Athos) with those among various Hindu gurus at Indian ashrams. Elder Paisios spends much of the last part of the book trying to free Farasiotis from all the demons he has brought back with him from India…

After learning about Jerry Marzinsky’s success with Psalm 23 I memorised it myself. Then I started learning various other psalms too, which I recite every day partly to keep in them in my head and partly for protection. It works. Before, I used to be plagued by a nagging, critical voice in my head telling me how useless I was, trawling my memory banks for past incidents with which it could berate me for my stupidity or incompetence, generally encouraging me to wish that I were dead. Since I imbibed the Psalter that voice has pretty much ceased.

Now I’ve no doubt that ‘sensible’ people will be able to explain this away in rational terms. The very act of concentrating on those psalms leaves no space for all those self-flagellatory ruminations, they might argue. Well, possibly. It’s a theory. But for me it’s a theory that smacks too much of that post-Enlightenment Weltanshauung I deplored earlier. It’s all part of that ‘horizontal’ view of the world - as Rev Jamie Franklin puts it - whereby we’ve been encouraged to see everything solipsistically as the product of our own minds. Whereas I now find myself much more in accord with the pre-modern, ‘vertical’ mindset in which one is always acutely conscious of inhabiting a world of God’s creation, where the material realm and the supernatural are entwined.

It makes no sense to me, for example, that God would have created man - the apple of His eye - with in-built critical voices designed to steer him towards thoughts of self-annihilation. Sure, He gave us a moral conscience, but that’s not at all the same thing. The type of voice I’m talking about is relentlessly negative and destructive and therefore inimical to God. That’s why I’m convinced that these voices are demonic and not internally generated. If I had to guess at the mechanism here, I’d say that the demons whisper these dark thoughts in order to generate the negative emotions on which they feed and thrive. Essentially, these demons are a more sophisticated form of parasite.

My theory is that there is a hierarchy of parasitic entities, all of them unleashed after the Fall. At the top of the food chain are the Big Beasts, the demons that prey on and manipulate world leaders and other agents of Satanic influence. Below them are the common or garden entities that feast on ordinary folk. And at the bottom are the parasites responsible for conditions like Lyme disease, malaria and son.

We are all, of course, riddled with lowest-tier parasites. They generally only seem to become a problem when they get out of balance and overwhelm the body’s natural defences. This is what has happened in my case with a parasite called Bartonella (which is everywhere: you can get it from everything from flea bites to cat scratches).

Yes, I’m aware that it’s more complicated than a simple case of ‘nasty parasites make everything bad.’ I know, for example, that parasites can serve a beneficial function because they feed on accumulated heavy metals. But this doesn’t mean I’m quite persuaded by the “Yay! Parasites are our friends!” camp. It’s a bit like saying: “Yay! The rats are eating all our kitchen waste!”

Having lived with Bartonella for many years now I’ve become familiar with its quirks. Most of the time, it’s barely noticeable. But when it flares up it can be quite debilitating. It drains you of all your energy - not just the routine exhaustion you might feel after a day’s work but pure bone tiredness, as if your battery has gone completely flat. What it does to you reminds me rather of what a computer virus does when it has snuck into your hard drive. It overrides all your normal functions, slows you down and messes you up. You really do feel not yourself because it no longer feels like you are in charge.

This might sound like the obsessive musings of a hypochondriac. But anyone who has suffered from one of these parasitical conditions will be able to identify with what I’m describing. The experience is akin to being hijacked. An external force takes control of your body and pushes you into behaviour patterns inimical to your best interests: you become sluggish; apathetic; you can’t think clearly (brain fog); even the smallest effort seems like too much trouble; minor inconveniences are suddenly magnified into major obstacles; you are filled with despair and self-loathing; you snap at loved ones; you pick fights with strangers. Another thing I noticed: when it’s bad I have much more difficulty remembering my psalms. I keep losing track of where I am; and I’m unable to focus on their meaning. It’s as if the entities that have taken the controls are deliberately trying to sabotage me. Just like demons would.

Which has got me wondering. We’re all familiar with the concept of Beelzebub being ‘the Lord of the Flies’: what if his rule extends over parasites too? It makes intuitive sense to me. Demons prey on human weakness and feed on negative energy. Parasites act as their little helpers.

But wait. Here is where it gets weird. When I first had the above insight I just put it down to me being a bit over-imaginative. Then I stumbled upon this…

https://jamesdelingpole.co.uk/Share/PDF/wormpill.pdf

Before you read it, buckle up. It is just about the wildest, craziest grand universal conspiracy theory that I have ever encountered. Also, what it suggests about certain minority groups will strike some people as extremely offensive, which is why I’m not going to repeat its more outlandish theorising here.

What I will try to do, though, is summarise its overarching thesis: parasites explain everything.

Well, almost everything: cancer; MK Ultra mind control; child sexual abuse and adrenochrome harvesting; the cultural promotion of alcohol, promiscuity and deviant sex; the celebration of homosexuality; chemtrails; the suppression of anti-parasitical drugs like fenbendazole and ivermectin; Stranger Things; the Babylonian mystery religions; cat ownership; dogs that can sniff out cancerous tumours; the behavioural patterns of Monarch butterflies; what’s really going on in Antarctica; the mental illness ‘epidemic’… It all connects.

Which is to say that so many of the things about our world that make no logical sense - What possible motive could anyone have for spraying us relentlessly with aluminium particles? Why are we encouraged to consume so much sugar given that it is well known to be deleterious to human health? - make perfect sense if the end goal is to cause a proliferation of parasitic infestation. Everywhere you look we are engaging in activities which help parasites to thrive.

We probably think that this is mainly just an unfortunate by-product of all the choices we have made as free-thinking consumers. But what if we’re not as in control of our behaviour as we think we are? What if They have been calling the shots all along?

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Horse Fun with James

Can you ride a horse? Do you fancy coming riding with me and some like-minded folk, maybe taking in some cross country jumps if you’re up for it - or just going for a hack if not?

If the answer to both these questions is “Count me in!” then read on.

Here’s the plan.

I like being on a horse, as you know. The main purpose of this exercise is for me to be on a horse surrounded by fellow bat-shit crazy conspiracy theorist loons like you. That’s it.

The location: a stables I know in Warwickshire, easily accessible by motorways, with lovely horses and a great cross country course, plus some nice hacking in the woods nearby.

It would be roughly a couple of hours riding - though could be more - followed by lunch in the stables.

They provide the horse, obviously.

I’m guessing the cost will be around the £90 mark. I’m not doing this is a money-making thing for me, event. It’s more of a “James finds another excuse to go riding while sort of pretending it’s work” event.

Those of you who don’t want to jump don’t have to. But I have to say I’m quite keen. What we might do, if there are enough jumpers is to split in to two groups so that at some point the jumpers can peel off while the happy hackers continue with their hack and we all meet up afterwards.

The jumps are not scary and are graded like ski runs. Greens for the timid (75 cm), then blues (85) reds (95) then black. Afterwards you get to paddle with the horses in the river.

Come on, fellow horse Sharklings. Let’s make this thing happen.

I’m thinking one week day some time between now and early September

Email me at [email protected] if you are interested

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Why I No Longer Talk To Normies

Obviously that isn’t quite true. Of course I still talk to Normies when, say, I’m ordering food in a restaurant or asking directions or enjoying the vicar squirming slightly as I review his sermon afterwards or inquiring of one of the grooms ‘What do I need to know about this horse?’ or we’ve been invited down the road for drinks and I have to fill what might otherwise be dead air by pontificating about the latest bollocks I’ve had to review on Netflix for my TV column…

What I mean, rather, is that I no longer talk to Normies about any of the stuff that matters. Stuff like, say, that we’ve never been to the moon, 9/11 was an inside job, the Beatles and the Stones were Tavistock Institute psyop and the world is run by Satanic paedophiles who are spraying our skies, poisoning our food and water, murdering us in hospitals and want either to exterminate us like cockroaches or to exploit us like slaves.

This information, when you think about it, is about a gazillion times more interesting, useful, and urgent than any opinion I might care to offer on, say, My Oxford Year in which the handsome but caddish-seeming don wins the young American undergraduate’s heart but then breaks it when he dies of cancer. (Sorry. Should have said. Spoiler alert).

But still I’m not going to squander my pearls of wisdom and insight on these Normie pillocks any more. I’ve had enough.

In fact, I’d already had enough about four years ago when I first had inscribed on the gigantic granite slab at the bottom of my garden in foot-high lettering picked out in black the words: YOV CANNOT TRVTH-BOMB NORMIES INTO AWAKENESS.

This time, though, I (almost) mean it. The straws that broke the camel’s back were two recent incidents in which I tried yet again to engage in a little Normie-red-pilling outreach work for the benefit of the afflicted. And after which, also yet again, I only ended up feeling underappreciated, misunderstood and, worst of all patronised.

The first incident was when I wrote a piece for the online edition of The Spectator on the subject of ‘revealing conspiracy videos which, amazingly, you can still find on YouTube’. It wasn’t necessarily the piece the editors commissioned but I decided, as a special treat, that I’d introduce the readership to areas they probably hadn’t explored before.

For example, I assumed that none of them had ever watched the videos where the late Dutch banker and Illuminati insider Ronald Bernard spills the beans on his former paymasters. Nor the long interview with Kay Griggs talking about what it’s like to discover that your perfect US marine hero husband is actually a mind controlled, secretly gay assassin working for a US Deep State kill squad. Nor the one where film producer Aaron Russo - or should I say, the late, died-quite-young film producer Aaron Russo - tells Alex Jones the extraordinarily revealing things he learned when he got befriended by a member of the Rockefellers.

When I read the comments below, I thought they’d be full of Spectator readers going: “Hey, thanks, James! I used to mock conspiracy theorists and think of them as crazy. But having watched these informative testimonies by people who quite obviously are speaking the truth my eyes have been opened. Thank you, again, thank you James! I now intend to buy loads of Bitcoin and start prepping - and I’ll never get jabbed again!”

But none of them - well, apart from one from some brave soul called Knoxville101 who wrote “Your podcasts are intelligent, articulate and a delight to listen to” - said any such thing. They largely comprised the usual pompous dismissals and desperate attempts at humour (“There’s one simple answer to everything: it was aliens”) and “a grand conspiracy? I don’t think they have the ability to organise it” copes we have come to expect from our Normie brethren.

It was, of course, very silly of me to have expected otherwise. Especially so when one remembers that the comments at sites like the Speccie’s are infested with 77th Brigade disinformation specialists, because they do love to control the narrative, our predatory elites.

Still, I can’t pretend I wasn’t a little disappointed that my playful invitation to join me down the rabbit hole hadn’t resulted in more acceptances.

My disappointment was compounded by a second incident in which I tried, unsuccessfully, to present to a Normie another example of one of those things that sounds like a ‘conspiracy theory’ but is in fact verifiable conspiracy fact. I found myself not merely rebuffed in response, but being given a patronising lecture clearly designed to put me firmly in my place by weariedly spelling out exactly what an idiot I was through the medium of a conventional-narrative history lesson.

I call this behaviour Normsplaining.

Most often you encounter it with people who’ve studied a science at university. They’ll Normsplain with a response that often includes the phrase ‘Basic Physics’, the implication being that you lack the education and understanding to grasp whichever immutable scientific ‘truth’ they’re trying to inflict on you.

“Ah, silly me! What would I know? I’m a mere arts graduate,” you’re expected to giggle with a girlish toss of your head.

What they don’t quite appreciate - because they’re Normies - is that they might as well be citing ‘Unicorn Magic’ for all the difference it makes to the credibility of their argument.

So here was this Normie, trying to impress me with his Unicorn Magic, and feeling - I could tell - really quite pleased with himself as he was doing so. It reminded me of one of those old school headmaster types who gives you a vigorous caning, not because he’s a secret perv who likes thwacking little boys’ bums, but, damn it, because you’ll thank him for it one day because he’s giving you a lesson you’ll never forget.

Traditionally on these occasions, you are supposed to say - on rolling up your trousers - “Thank you, sir!” for the thrashing that has just been inflicted on you.

Probably this would have been the ideal Christian response: turn the other cheek.

Or, in this case, turn the other butt cheek.

Unfortunately, being a rubbish Christian, I couldn’t just shake the dust off my feet and move on. I just had to do something to vent my frustration at being talked down to in this annoying way. So what I thought I’d do - and I hope God will forgive me if this is out of order, but I do think it will bring consolation to a lot of fellow Awake people who’ve had a similar experience - is express myself in this open letter to Normies.

Dear Normies,

First, I want you to know that we in the Awake community love you very much. Well, most of us do. I do hear some hardcore Awake types saying you had what was coming to you when you took the death jabs just so you could go on holiday. But I disagree. You were sold those ‘safe and effective’ vaccines on a false prospectus at the dog-end of a military grade psyop designed to reduce you to a state of panic, fear, confusion and desperation. Of course it wasn’t your fault. And even if it was, just a teeny tiny bit, I/we still love you because most of our friends and families are Normies, and you’re all made in God’s image.

Also, by the way, we can totally empathise with you. We know exactly why you think the way you do because once upon a time, before our Awakening, we too were Normies.

But, Normies, just because we love you and empathise with you and fully understand where you’re coming from doesn’t mean we’re prepared to take any shit from you on what you imagine to be the true nature of the world.

We don’t care if you’ve got a PhD because we’re not impressed by the credentialism of a broken, corrupt and compromised academic system. We don’t care if you’ve read lots of books because they’re mostly, likely, Normie books published in order to reinforce a particular narrative which we know to be false. We don’t care if you’re a high flier at the top of your professional game because we know how the Beast system works and whom it tends to reward. And we don’t care about your ‘science’ and your ‘history’ because we know that most of it is fake. Your entire paradigm, in fact, is bollocks.

You don’t understand any of this, we appreciate that. But we do understand it. And there’s the irreconcilable difference between us.

Love, James

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