Is there anyone who enjoys the mock Satanic ritual at airports?
Forget flying phobia, I’ve helped dozens overcome it [it’s quick and simple]. Apart from leg room, being on the plane is the end of the ritual for me. It begins with booking. You have to enter your passport details. My passport has an RFID chip/aerial so that I can be tracked. Privacy invasion continues.
Parking at the airport. Miles away [cheap], shipped in by bus, past the concrete posts outside the ‘terminal.’ Your number plate is automatically recognised. Park closer, pay more.
So you negotiate the cattle market that is the check-in procedure or you go straight through the security process. And, as the liars in the ‘House’ have ramped up the security rating, there is the possibility armed FBI agents will be there. So, you ensure your contact lens solution, or other fluids are <100 ml, if not the on-site chemists will supply you.
You remove your belt, your shoes, your coat, all things metal. Get out your laptop if taking it. Remember any necklaces, watches, coins, keys, legs, internal plates…forget and you will be searched. You are a potential security risk.
If some clone decides far away that the public is getting less fearful, and still persists in flying, then instruct the airport security staff to empty your bag/case for no reason, and rub a sponge on a stick around it. Put all the stuff back now, be a nice boy/girl.
At might help for you to join the nodding dogs going through this appalling charade to agree that it is for ‘our’ good, and worth all the hassle. After all you wouldn’t want the US/UK trained and funded terrorists to blow up you plane up would you? And, regarding bag checks, if you have done nothing wrong, you have nothing to hide.
Sorry, I forget the back scatter radiation machines run by perverts. Hard luck if you get too high a dose.
Let us now look at this whole process from an entirely different viewpoint.
What are your chances of being killed by a government terrorist? Statistics for this are from the USA, but use your imagination. “Americans Are as Likely to Be Killed by Their Own Furniture as by Terrorism.” This might give you a clue.
This implies we are at the mercy of a totally random universe. That your time here on earth is a bitch then you die, and you have no say in anything that matters. Of course, the whole mock satanic ritual is designed to make you think like that. Just suppose you had planned this incarnation, and you chose to leave the ‘earth plane’ via a plane bomb than a rogue sofa or demonic king-size bed.
And maybe, before you make that pre-hindsight choice to fly to Libya or Malaysia, you might pay attention to your inner voice, which will protect you more than any security system designed to deceive you. The real forces which govern the universe are beyond our comprehension, and are certainly infinitely more powerful than Tim Osman, the stooge in a cave.
If all this is too much, go for ‘when your time is up, it’s up.’
But remember, after you have been treated like shit, and had your privacy taken away, look what awaits you! Surely the walk through that glittering perfume and ‘duty free’ palace makes the whole humiliation worthwhile? Buy your after shave from Hugo Boss please. The company that supplied the Nazi’s uniforms. Buy a ‘designer’ shirt with Hugo Boss on it. Promote them for nothing and pay for the privilege!
So, before you finally board your flight, perhaps you can eat from a ‘fast food’ toilet that pays no tax.
Now, in case you didn’t know, I have the psychological tools to make this whole experience a walk in the park for me. I can ‘re-frame’ everything to make it seem perfectly normal. Except it isn’t normal. And as the queue for facial recognition/iris scanning grows longer, which my passport avails me of, I won’t join it. And I won’t go through all this without being completely aware. And, if the security staff act like human beings, I will tell them.
When my arse hits the ridiculously cramped seat on the plane, I breathe out. And if the plane hits turbulence on the flight, we pray/command it stops and it does. And if someone near to me has a [minor] health issue, I can help heal it.
And if God, or I have made a karmic decision for this to be my last flight, I accept it.
Do I get scared if something bad happens? Bad turbulence? Of course, I’m human, a very, very long way off sainthood. But I only expect and try to think about peace and calm.
And if enough of us wake up, remove this psychological straightjacket, collectively rise above the created fear and wallow in the energy of unconditional love, then the nightmare will be a distant memory.
Satanic rituals? Serious ones kill people. Mass satanic rituals are wars, ‘austerity’, man-made plagues and a host of nasties. We are brainwashed participants in one called ‘reality.’
Keeping you safe…
Love, Jack Stewart.
P.S. We have just come back. The staff at Birmingham airport were very good, civil and had a smile on their faces. However, coming back from Kos, there were delays affecting flights to Germany and Poland, which had a knock on effect on the processing of UK travellers. Which didn’t go down too well with a minority of intolerant and rigid bigots. The Greeks have always struck me as uninterested in all this terrorism bullshit, and the airport staff did what they could. Our flight left on time.
Back in Brum at the carousel…I swear if I stood in the toilet waiting for my case, someone would stand between me and the carousel preventing me from taking it. The flight was poor, seats had no leg room, staff and passengers constantly moving up and down, up and down. Copious amounts of drink being served. Appalling nonsense on the TV, obnoxious with no sound. ‘Duty free’ goods not selling very well. Brains switched off, sheeple at the passport ‘control.’ Beam me up Scotty.
Still. I created all this didn’t I? Self-evident from my pre-Kos flight mind set.
Knicking the safe.