How they rigged the Hungarian referendum over whether to open their borders to migrants from the EU is simple, and can be explained in just one sentence. Continue reading
The Winter Solstice before last, we stood on a hill beside Glastonbury Tor in Somerset, where the Michael and Mary leylines weave their dance, and vowed to protect the Sovereignty of this land.
Almost a year and a half has passed since then. The Wheel has turned fully once, and half turned again. During that time, unexpectedly, an apocalypse of revelations has been gradually unravelling in the public arena, and an opportunity has presented itself. Continue reading