Why Is It So Hard to Wake People Up to the WEF?

Why is it so hard to wake people up to the Great Reset and the World Economic Forum?

It is because the “evil conspiracy” is hidden from public view. It is designed in such a way that it prevents the average person from ever truly understanding the nature of the scheme. Below is a summary of a spot-on conversation on Reddit.

1. The very idea of conspiracy suggests secrecy, whereas the Great Reset is a fully-exposed direct open scheme aiming to create a global revolution of thought. Every year, they invite our leaders and the CEO's of major corporations and they've been doing it for years. People cannot fathom why an evil scheme would be made public. A common argument is “Why would Schwab outline his plans in his book?”.

2. The World Economic Forum (WEF) cloaks itself in positive values such as preservation of the planet, reducing pollution, access to medicines for all, human progress… People are inoculated against the idea of malicious intent. To resist those values immediately places you in the minds of the masses in a position where you wish NOT to progress, wish NOT to save the planet, etc. Think about it: only a madman would resist such ideas, right?

It requires years of research to realise the difference between genuinely looking to achieve those goals with a noble intent and looking to achieve those goals for a different agenda. The issue is why would anyone look any further into it?

But this is what people like Huxley and H.G. Wells have stated: the refusal of people to believe what is right in front of them—that speaks to why the nature of their global scheme must be OPEN. It is because they need as many people to adopt their values in order to move the scheme forward. They couldn't achieve that if they did it in secret with limited numbers or if their official values were not seemingly positive.

Klaus Schwab specifically states himself that they have infiltrated political cabinets. On their website, you can see that all sectors of society—particularly science and academia–are involved in order to rearrange the way humans think about the world around them.

It is a revolution of thought on a surgical level where the very essence of how a human forms a thought is changed to suit their benefits.

To be frank, it’s a perfect plan. That isn’t to say it can’t be stopped, but it is brilliant.

Original text by MOMOTCHI translated from French by EY@EL
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Chapter 9 - Blocks and Ramblings

NUMBER 9 is the vibration of the Wisdom of Time. It's the most spiritual number as its essence embodies that of all other numbers. This is why its vibration is related to the Universe and in synchronicity with time and space. Wherein lie wisdom and light, wherein is man in search of his own truth that will guide him like a beacon towards his Inner Source… his Divine Light Teith, enabling him to guide others towards their own light, their own spiritual empowerment.

Murielle Robert

Help! I cannot get started on this article. What's the hold-up? Why am I stuck?

Oh, wait… yes, that's my Muse messing around again, going on strike every time I intent to seriously get at it. Is that the serious bit she cannot put up with? Bloody drama queen!

Seriously, she pisses me off. She really does. But without her, I'm like Jack in The Shining, always typing the same line again and again. I will not, however, resort to drink or chase my family around with an axe. Besides, I don't have any axe. Nor booze. It's so lame. And so stupid what I'm saying. Woe to me, this Muse will drive me nuts. And nuts always end up roasted. Or eaten up by squirrels.

And by the way, why is that always a she-Muse and not a he-Muse for a change? That would fun to have Matt Bellamy as an inspirer. He would make me write conspiracy stuff with lots of tremolo tremas and ultra acute accents that would smash my keyboard… Er, well, wrong idea—can't write without my keyboard… Or maybe Dom Howard so I could let the steam off banging the keys. Nope, same here. Too bad, I do need my keyboard. That leaves me with Chris Whose-Name-I-Can't-Spell. Guy's too freaky. I'm sure he would make me write gore stuff with lots of blood dripping on my keyboard and I can't even think of having to line it with sanitary towels. Yuk!

Finally, a he-Muse may not be such a good idea after all. Or maybe a multi-gendered, non-gendered or trans Muse? Aargh no! Impossible. I'm too allergic to wokes (i.e. those who had someone playing bongos on their soft spot too many times). Evil be to him who self-righteously thinks about it. Anaphylactic shock—no pun here, please, you'll go to hell for what your dirty mind is thinking (those are not my words but Thom Yorke's and by the look on his face while he sings it, man truly means it). All the same, it would be fun if I could take the upper hand over him/her/it (the he/she/it-Muse of course, not Thom Yorke). I would take the woke on the wild side (with Lou Reed).

WTF? What the hell am I writing… Gosh, it's not me, it's that bloody Muse making a fool out of me all the way!

– So what? You did write your article, didn't you? What are you fussing about?
– Yeah, but it sucks what you inspired me.
– You're never satisfied. I'm blowing my arse off to inspire you and you're nitpicking about unicorn ass hair.
– Hey wind turbine, adjust your glasses! These are not unicorns, these are pegasi. Everyone knows there are no such things as unicorns.
– Oh dear, Blondie's pissing me off. Let's see how she enjoys a dragon for climate change!
– Damned, sounds like a rambling saga in great Pompeii fashion in the making.
– An autodafé, yep!
– Can we also burn the flies in the ointment, the Davos clique and all the cranks from the lower basement? Please, say yes…
– A big yes!
– Yippee! Getting the grill going.

Continued next year (provided I survive the sulphur fumes).

Until then, my Muse and I are so grateful that you're still reading us after 9 years (yes, today is the 9th anniversary of the main blog in French). And if you've jumped on the bandwagon, welcome aboard and God bless and preserve you against the mischievous spirits haunting this space. Don't worry, they are not malevolent. At worst, they'll only give you headaches. Take breaks, write comments, but never attempt to read it all in one go. Over 1,500 articles, you'd never survive it! And I do need my readers to keep going. So please, take good care of yourself and thanks again for putting up with my ravings and fits of seriousness (it does happen to me sometimes).

Namaste,

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Shelter

Well alright, you gave it all up for a dream.
Fate proved unkind
To lock the door and leave no key.
You're unsure,
Well baby I'm scared too
When the world crushes you.

Let me be your shelter –
Shelter
From the storm outside.
Let me be your shelter –
Shelter
From the endless night.

Disillusion has an edge so sharp,
It tears at your soul
And leaves a stain upon your heart.
I need you to wash mine clean
You've felt it too,
And you need me.

Let me be your shelter –
Shelter
From the storm outside.
Let me be your shelter –
Shelter
From the endless night.

Your struggle with darkness has left you blind,
I'll light the fire in your eyes.

Let me be your shelter –
Shelter
From the storm outside.
Let me be your shelter –
Shelter
From the endless night.

Let me be your shelter –
Shelter...
Let me be your shelter –
Shelter...

Original text by MARIA MCKEE

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