The path to Victory, Truth and the Only Way

Unleashing the shot arrow of certainty

Welcome to Oaxaca! • Sunset chemtrail over Sant Domingo de Guzmán • Tue 17 Dec 2024

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Oaxaca Christmas Arts and Crafts market • How much can you buy? • Tue 17 Dec 2024

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Truth grows from facts

Magic grows from Truth

confronting that which is not possible

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Greetings y Saludos

I have just arrived in Oaxaca. It's the festive season and the streets are full of popup tents featuring a dazzling array of local arts and crafts. The city of Oaxaca lies at the centre of high quality textiles, ceramics and Posada style art that have been handed down the generations for hundreds of years.

On my first day I went for a walk to feel into one of my favourite cities in the world. I was delighted to be back and savour the familiar sights, smells and calendula marriage celebrations. But after a while my feelings became mixed. In spite of the beauty, wandering round the stalls and shops of Oaxaca puts me into a delicate shade of sadness. My wife and I have been coming here for ten years and every year we usually come across a spectacular weaving that stops us in our tracks and says: Take me home, I need to be on your wall!

But there is no space on our walls! Or on our floor, our bed or anywhere else! I've been collecting great art since I was a hippy and when I came to San Francisco to be with Katie I brought a small collection of Afghan carpets, kellims and sousani wall hangings. Not to mention an Uzbeki marriage coat. All this had to be integrated with Katie's already extensive collection of similar craft and textile beauties and soon the house was bulging to the brim with treasures of the East. And now, after ten years of Oaxaca, Guatemala and Peru, we are trying to find space for all our fabulous textiles from the Great South.

This time in Oaxaca I am determined: No more!

Herein lies the sadness. I want to support these people who create such great art. But I can't. There is no room in our house and there is no point in packing it away in Katie's already overcrowded basement.

At the same time the artisans of Oaxaca really need to sell their art. It's beautiful and they deserve support. I almost don't dare stop to look at some great carpet because the owner comes out to smile and talk and then explain the intricacies of the weaving. Oaxaqueños are proud and dignified people and they stoop for no one. But underneath their reserve I can hear the pleading: Please, please buy this—I really need to sell something today.

So many stalls, so much beautiful art and yet I can tell that, faced with so much competition from the thousand other stalls, the lady artist who looks at me with anxious eyes hasn't sold anything today. This Christmas market is the big sale of the year; she has to bring home food money, pay off her painting and art supplies and on top of that there's the stall fees.

Hence the sadness. Hers and mine.

The lady needs a sale. My house is full. What can I do?

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Today I am in Café Bré writing these words. I asked the Coffee Dessa for inspiration. I began with the Oaxaca arts and crafts story. But this connects, does it not? It must connect. Everything I write has a reason, every story is part of the greater mosaic. But the lines of connection go out in all directions. In my last stack I spoke of the ten thousand jewels in Aladdin's cave and the need to choose wisely. The clutched jewel of connection has to make way for the next jewel, because the necklace of creation requires, not random disconnected dazzle (the realm of Lucifer) but an evolving story line that leads onwards and upwards to the brightest jewel of all—Brevolution, Grenaissance and Salvation! So I have to choose wisely.

Yesterday's market walk had a reason. Everything has a reason. Remember the statue of Pizarro in Lima? That was the taxi driver getting diverted by roadworks. If he had dropped me off at the main square I would never have come across the great black statue of the treacherous conquistador and all the writing it inspired.

Today the myriad stalls of Oaxaca's numerous arts and crafts markets require connection. Today I ask: Which thread of the great Tejida shall I follow?

The Great Tejida!

No sooner uttered than a fine frenzied shooting star of invention jumps out of Airy Nothing. Sparks and wizardry. Fingers flying over the keyboard of creation. One hour and two pages later I have the story of the great dessa of connection who sits beside Sophia at the loom of wisdom. But she is captured by demons and turned into a spider and forced to live on earth. It is a beautiful story, but after re-reading it I decided it didn't fit the present moment of necessity. But it will. The star studded chain of connection will need Tejidomé in her rightful place in a few stories time.

Everything I've written over the last two years is pure invention. Brevolution, La Bella Futura, Grenaissance and all the rest of starry night sky visions of the world we want to live in is nothing more than the outpouring of a stardrunk poet.

This may shock some of my more sober minded readers.

With a thousand other blogs and stacks written by eminent experts to choose from, why bother with mine?

You be the judge. Ask yourselves:

Do they taste of liberation?

Those are the final words the Buddha used when talking to the villagers about how to know the Truth.

Recall the words of Rudolf Steiner from my previous stack. Speaking of a commitment to the Full Resources of the Truth he said:

Nothing else will get us through.

Rudolf Steiner spoke his words of truth in the middle of the Great War. One hundred years later we are still in the depraved firestorm of what is essentially the same conflict. We are still in the occult clutches of the Cabal. Still labouring under the long, grinding quest of Empire to subjugate the world under its diabolical hegemony. And still failing to heed Steiner's words of warning:

We will only get through the current world situation with the Full Resources of the Truth.

To which I will add:

We will only avoid the Eighth Sphere with the Full Resources of Magic.

I am going to call the Alchemy of Truth and Magic the Diamond Sutra of Revelation. I will speak more about this in future stacks. For the moment I will put the two statements together.

The only way to get through the current world situation is with the Full Resources of Truth and Magic.

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I can already hear the objections. Those dreaded words. The only way!

Over the last two years I have had many conversations that matter with people who tell me: You can't make these claims! There are many ways to truth! Certainty is arrogance! Hubris is a turn-off.

My son is one who frequently tells me these things. And in many ways I agree. I myself am put off by people, gurus, teachers who make the 'only way' claim.

Tomorrow is my birthday. I have been seventy five years round the sun. I will have more to say about the 'only way' problem tomorrow. After three fourths of a century, perhaps one is allowed a little leeway. After seventy five years I'm over hiding my convictions. Take the risk. Do or die. It's time to look up into the night sky and unleash the shot arrow of certainty.

Today I will finish with another story that addresses the 'only way' dilemma. It's the story I started with, the Oaxaca arts and crafts bazaar.

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There are ten thousand excellent writers, doctors, researchers and alt journalists in the Truth and Health Movement many of whom write profound, insightful and informative blogs about the problems we face in the world.

Imagine that they all have stalls in the great Christmas arts and crafts market of Oaxaca. But instead of textiles, ceramics, jewels and mezcal tasting stalls they have blogs, insights, theories, books, whistleblowers, information, solutions and research into the realities of empire, medical tyranny, propaganda, climate hoax, chemtrails and all the other depravities we know so well. All of this and more laid out on ten thousand brightly lit tables in the Great Bazaar of Truth.

As you wander through the bazaar, the paths become narrower and begin to wind through a maze of stalls offering less well known styles of highly original arts and crafts. They may be small and unnoticed but the paintings are exquisite, the weavings are wondrous and the jewels dazzle and amaze. Finally, passing down a small path, you come to a little wooden hut called Fearless Arts.

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Let's think it through. Does the guy next to me promote his paintings or does he praise the ones that Fearless Arts has on offer?

Naturally everyone thinks they are the expert on their own subject. They may very well respect the other market vendors but no one would spend the time and effort putting their blogs together if they didn't think they have something special to offer.

Does the mango seller promote the sweetness of the fruit next door or does he insist on the excellence of his own?

Tienda owners don't usually promote the fruit next door. At least not down in Mercado Merced or Mercado 20 Noviembre.

When you pay a visit to the Fearless Arts tienda, it is a given that there are ten thousand other great Truth Stalls out there. Try Kennedy, Chossudovsky, Corbett, Gage, Kirsch, Meyer, Kuzmarov, Johnstone, Paul Craig Roberts and Eisenstein among others. They are all brilliant. Go check them out.

Unlike the mango seller, I am dependent on many of these great writers. The Great Truth Bazaar is a genome. We live and breathe each other's insights and research. In fact they are all much better than me at what they do. I don't have Steve Kirsch's mastery of statistics; nor Kennedy's depth of insight into vaccine history, nor Richard Gage's deep understanding of the Trade Towers destruction, nor Jeremy Kuzmarov's knowledge of all things CIA, nor Caitlin Johnstone's blistering alchemy of poetic wrath and brilliant insight into all things empire. And on it goes.

But, with due respect, none of them taste of Liberation.

I wouldn't write the Kionist Magicfesto if I didn't think I had something unique and special to offer. There is no point in being an echo-chamber for what is already out there. And so I endeavour to incorporate the best of everything in the Great Truth Bazaar and then take it to the elephant in the room that none of them talk about:

The urgent need to remove the Anglo-American Ruling Classes.

Apparently this is a step too far for my fellow Truth writers. Too big, too unimaginable, too impossible.

To me it is obvious that there will be no safety, no justice and no peace in this world unless we, lawfully, peacefully and lovingly, take out the Princes of Darkness along with all their deception, propaganda, AI, technocracy, death medicine and the many layered occult practices of power that lie behind it all.

There are as many ways to Truth as there are booths in the Great Truth Bazaar. Each one of them is 'the only way'. So too with mine. Feel free to choose what works for you. If you are still not satisfied, make your way over to the Fearless Arts Truth and Revolution Café.

Come on in and browse. The first thing you see is a brightly coloured painting of Archangel Michaél slaying Dr Fauci with a fiery sword. The painting is titled:

The only way to victory is with Michaél, Magic and the Full Resources of the Truth.

On a small wooden table below the Michaél poster I have a dazzling array of jewels, vision, strategy, love, joy and fun. Among them is the Diamond Sutra of Liberation.

As deep is the darkness, poetry will leap higher. Fierce Love and Fiery Knowing will lead us to victory. This is my promise.

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Truth is the lonely way

among a thousand other

only ways

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Blessings

Steve

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