This upheaval is a harsh aspect of the blueprint operation, akin to winter (a female quality).
The attacks on me from the Divine Mother's hierarchy grew much worse from 13 November because they and the Druids had both confirmed that my initiation was due to end on 14th. As always, when they say it's over, things get worse. Packing up all of my belongings and all of my work, and dismantling all of the blueprint branches etc., is heartbreaking. It's like one massive, heavy box that's being loaded on top of all the others I'm carrying as a result of the condensed growth programme. I would be keeling over as it is but the 'evil monsters' are holding me up. This one, however, would floor me in an instant, straight down. The reason I am still standing is that I'm being propped up all the same. If it was an ELEPHANT they would still hold it up. The load may require 2 or 3 strong beings to hold it up. But the Machines of Mother can do it on their own!
The Divine Mother is my chairman-manager. And She appears to have a vested (evolutionary) interest in losing the game. Lawyers I may contact are potential goalkeepers (professional ones). The lawyer who showed an interest in my case at the beginning of this eviction ordeal was my goalkeeper for all of one day (because the court resides in another county). I have had no goalie since then. The 'support worker' who has been protecting me from my oppressors in the outside world is my defence. I'm in midfield. The nonphysical Druids are my centre forward. The younger representatives of the Divine Mother's hierarchy who are preparing to replace my star counterpart (who withdrew five years ago) are my centre half. They're the ones who prevented me from getting a lawyer when I was running out of time. ("Look, YOU lost the game for me. Fuck off!"). Not the outer team but the inner section.
Any electricians I contact are potential wingers. Again, they tend to offer some information or advice and promptly withdraw which equates to coming on a subs, kicking the ball once and falling over due to 'injury.' They are on the right since the energy company is on the left wing (never quite as far over to the left as they should since privatisation crushed poor people with its bulldozer). They've been there all along, but no one has kicked the ball to them until now. The energy company that owns the electrical equipment in the cellar are shared with my landlady even though she cancelled their maintenance service last year. Her team avoids kicking the ball to them since she's better off without their involvement.
My landlady is their club chairman-manager. She may not need or have a goalkeeper. Her lawyers are her defence. The older representatives of Mother's hierarchy (aka 'monsters') are her midfield - kicking the ball to them and into my half. The Eviction Specialist is the landlord's centre forward. He looked genuinely chuffed last time he came here. "Who do I contact. You?" he smiled. It's a whole different ball game without a legal defence.
Boris 'Ball Crusher' Johnson gives away another penalty
The electrician company are her right wing, with the managing director on the right. Their approach (as capitalists) is single-minded. They want to score the contract. And they only look at the game from one angle, with a belief in what they've been taught and an emphasis on 'progress.' Their 'professional opinion' does not accommodate considerations such as tenants rights or actual needs! They are prepared to bow safety issues out of proportion to make their point. "Three people died in the town as a result of electrical faults in the past two years!" Right but they won't tell you it was from old wiring or fuses. In fact, although there is concern about the quality of some household appliances with regard to being a fire hazard, the electrical fatality rate has decreased over the years.
The referee is the judge, the representative of the law.
"Well, we went to court. And I stood before the judge. He said: "Mr Voltage..." "Yes, sir." And he burst into tears. But not really.
I'm always in midfield. Running around, getting the ball and passing it on. A bit of attack here, a bit of defence there...And spending the rest of the time with my head in my hands: "Oh no!" "Oh no!" "Oh no!" "Ouch." Always relying on other players to perform to their optimum. And never succeeding. If I had one decent winger or centre forward we might be able to take them on and score at least one goal.
I kick the ball to my centre forward thinking it's going in the right direction but they keep kicking it back towards MY goal. Their job is plainly to keep the ball in my half throughout the game, even though they occasionally make it look like they mean well and can be trusted as advisors.
"We're one step ahead of him." Yes, in the wrong direction! It has been suggested that their centre forward has said to my defence, "I've got a solution. Let's kick the ball in the net together." "Yeah, OK." And their wingers kick the ball to my defence and it's returned to them as they advance towards my goal. So they have befriended my defence who is well aware of their power and wealth, as well as my weak position in the food chain. These are indirect own goals. "We won!" Yet they let in goals and lost the game. Too busy fending off the Eviction Specialist who was determined to score. And the managing director of the electricians firm who wanted the contract. "Their centre forward and right wing were threatening us so we had to comply."
However, it could just be that, with no lawyer present, I am simply a sitting duck because my defence is weak and I have no goalkeeper. My defence have been looking after me by keeping possession of the ball - until now. The opposition assumed I had a defence, or a half-decent goal keeper, because they got wind of it on Facebook. But then they finally learned that there is no solicitor at my end protecting the actual goal.
In fact, the local council are acting as my goalkeeper. I might as well not have one since they do not cover the whole net. They only shuffle a few steps and defend the central area because their priority is to prevent me from becoming homeless. They are less concerned with fighting on a legal front because that's another ball altogether. It's a much harder game to play. A goalkeeper kicks the ball forwards, even into the other team's half if it seems advantageous. That way the opposition have fewer opportunities to score.
I have more supporters - friends and people who have 'seen' the Druid page on Facebook, and at least 'liked' the pretty pictures. If anyone is willing and able to join my team they become substitutes that I can call onto the pitch to play. They don't mind losing a game as long as we don't get relegated. So losing 5-nil is a result! "Didn't we do well!" And, from their point of view, we did. It's fine to lose at football. Their goal is to keep the club open in order to remain in the league. Low expectations in a capitalist world ruled by greedy corporations and savage opportunists. Most people watching the game only flick over to the channel briefly on their televisions. The defence let in 5 goals so it's not as if it's 10-nil at full-time. No, but I still lost.
My landlady's family are her coach. Mine is the person who has been petitioning the Goddess for assistance on my behalf. I'm asking him to find some subs to bring on or whatever miracles he can muster. And he's going, "OK, no problem, I'll send more prayers." "I said PLAYERS, not prayers!" (A little joke). He confidently says "Have faith. I've done this before and it usually works wonders." But it never does in my case. Also, he can only lip read from the sidelines. "OK!" *wink*
Her ex-husband (my previous landlord) WAS her midfield but has now retired from the game and supports another team now. He is watching the game on TV as well, not terribly concerned WHO wins.
The hidden Elite (bloodline families) are the FA. And the faction under them that is currently meant to be in the process of standing down own the tops clubs that always win. They run the show and are out for themselves. But at least this motivates them to keep the game alive and persuade as many people (mostly men) to follow a team and keep track of their position in the division.
"Have you started packing things into boxes?" It's like asking, "Have you started destroying your home yet?"
Sob sob the landlord can't get insurance because she needs an electrical safety certificate. Had she remained with the previous supplier they could have inspected THEIR equipment and no doubt produced one after a little remedial work. They are arguing that she is having to operate illegally because of ME. Yes, of course it's MY fault!
The players are destroying (the representative of) humanity so that the Divine Mother et al can start from scratch, with a clean slate. What's left is also being sabotaged now. Yes, I am attached to my home and the inspired decor which doubled as a physical aspect of the blueprint of Fulfilment on Earth.
In terms of chess, lawyers would be my bishops and electricians my knights - if I had any on my team. A legal defence would be something to build on. My support worker is my knight(s). However, the recent contributions from electricians in terms of information and advice do constitute knights that come and go. And I have no bishop. Whereas my landlady's electricians are her knights and her lawyers her castles. The Eviction Specialist is her bishop(s). She is her own queen and mine is the Divine Mother (who is more interested in losing!). It might just as well not be there. The Druids are my castles. In this game of chess, the opponent swept most of my pawns off the board in one go. All I can do I try to push one of the pawns that survived the massacre forward to claim a queen at the other end of the board.
As for blackjack, I was dealt such a poor hand that I was bound to lose from the beginning. A lawyer would have equated to a pair or a few cards of the same suit. Again, something to establish further with a view to winning. I've been fighting a losing battle all along.
Too little too late. They're trying to evict me. And the compromise is moving out with nearly everything I own placed in storage for TWO days! For an electrical upgrade at the tenant's expense under the guise of risk of electrocution (all of a sudden, after ten years). Or an electrical safety certificate will be withheld. Extortion in other words.
The removal operation is only a 'solution' because it's been left too late to find a lawyer. This has been done to me deliberately because I represent the human condition generally.
A Druid tells me that life in a matriarchal world is more secure but that comes at a price, mostly for males.
Anyway, once this is over, I will always remember who has done what to me! And it goes all the way up to the government and beyond, trust me!
"Yeah, so where are all these 'gods' then?"
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