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I'd heard of this article before. It stems from the World Economic Forum. Part of trying a "user friendly" ploy to persuade us their aims are honourable and kind. Well, they're not. In fact they're absolutely terrifying. Read the lines. Then read between the lines. And if you are not afraid and angry enough to fight against it, may your god help you. (vid not mine, found on YT)

I'm in Ireland. This is a tragedy and a disgrace and needs urgent investigation. Ireland has been on CONTINUOUS lockdown of varying levels since last March. Now we're told we're at the highest Level until this coming March when it'll be "reviewed" (take that to mean, "extended"). We are virtual prisoners in our homes whilst the economy crashes and burns and people die, not just from the vaccine but through suicide as people cannot continue to feed their families, as they watch generations old family businesses and farms fold, and through sheer loneliness due to Level 5's "NOBODY is allowed into your home or garden" rubbish! For the love of god, Irish men and women, fight back against this farce! Even the WHO have downgraded Covid19 to "non lethal" and global scientists are disproving the existence of the "new variant". So ask yourself what the lockdown's are *really* about if not population control?

https://www.bitchute.com/video/HtfIpzjdsRoM/?list=notifications&randomize=false (link to original vid) Note: They forced him onto a ventilator and he is now in a coma. I'm an old woman. But I remember knowing that, back in the UK (I live in Ireland now) a patient had the RIGHT to, if he or she wished, remove themselves from hospital or doctor supervision at any point in time. What is happening to body autonomy around the globe? I'll tell you what. We're losing it. It's being taken from us, bit by bit. NO medical authority has the RIGHT to override the patients wishes unless, as far as I'm aware, that person is a genuine risk to others. This man wanted to go home. Even if he died, he had that right, to choose to fight to live or die in his own home. "Coronavirus pneumonia"? HSE, Ireland's health authority, could NOT provide the scientific proof under the Freedom of Information Act that Covid19 even exists.... Everybody needs to fight back against what is rapidly becoming a global dictatorship. Urgently. Or more like this poor man and his family will suffer.

Horses mouth. Not my vid, found on Bitchute. Please share.

I'm an early riser. More so when there's snow. So at dawn I went out with the cam to film the quiet fall of overnight snow before the sun melts it away, and to feed and water the hens. It doesn't snow inside the barn! The egg was snow covered because I let it sit on the doorstep whilst I saw to the hens. A fresh organic egg in the depth of winter is a treasure. :)

Snow. Growing up in the far north of Scotland, snow was a yearly event. Feet deep, soft white, seemingly endless snow. Began in October, normally and lasted til April. Now? We rarely get reliable seasons, never mind snow. And I miss it. So when we had a scant few days of it here in the west of Ireland, I got out there in it. And became a child again for a while.

Filmed last summer, when the hens were still young and we were training them to go into the barn at nights because, predators. That's also why we keep them in runs during the day. We have foxes, rats and pine martens. Sometimes though, it's like herding cats!

Late last summer, when the soft Irish rains brought out mushrooms of every shape, size and form. On the ancient stump of a tree in our garden there's a blooming of toadstools, like a tiny fairy fortress. This is just a look around our property at probably the best time of year, the cusp of summer as it becomes autumn. Ireland is awash with "real" Fairy Forts, the old Celtic fortress battlements that sit usually atop mounds and hills. Locals treat these with the greatest of respect and it's considered very bad luck to interfere with them in any way.

We live in Ireland thanks to Brexit. I am Scottish. Born there, wed, raised a family, worked and expected to end my days there. When I wed my second husband, a disabled Belgian man, England decided people like him...from the EU, not wealthy or bringing "skilled work" to the UK..were no longer allowed to reside in my native land, Scotland. For those not "british", England owns Scotland sadly. Has done for over 300 years. (I am, always have been and always will be a supporter of Scottish Independence). So we got a date of April 1st last year for hubs to leave Scotland or lose what is our sole source of income..the disability income from his native Belgium that I am included upon as his carer and co dependant..I'm disabled too, with a heart arrhythmia, COPD and am going blind. I fought publicly and privately to remain in Scotland, our Home. I lost. I'll never forget or forgive those who voted for Brexit, uncaring of whom it affected, and what it has done to those like us, forced to leave our homes and find refuge where we could. We love Ireland. It's our home now. But my soul belongs to Scotland. And *this* is for those in the Scottish Government who refused to stand up to England and fight on behalf of all of us in this situation. I corresponded firsthand with Scottish and Belgian politicians (the English ones would not respond to us) and nobody helped. Cowards all, in the face of Cameron, May and Johnson. And to date nothing appears to have changed. The song is "Parcel O' Rogues" by The Corries, a great Scottish folk duo. It has a deep and profound meaning stemming from the Jacobite Wars of Independence. And it's every bit as pertinent today.

Taken earlier this year, late summer when the mists come in over the glen at the foot of the hills and forest.