We are all Israelis

Skip the a/s. From Pedro to Bibi we have all got blood on our hands

A Palestinian man sits desolated on a couch in Anzah, Jenin. Today, Mon 27 July 2026

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Greetings y Saludos

This is a quick stack. I’m actually taking the day off to catch up on some paperwork, but I just watched (yet another) video of destruction in the West Bank and just have to write about it.

I usually start with a flower but the photo of a man sitting on his couch in Anzah after his village had been bombed and razed was heartbreaking. I feel sick and nauseated to the core of my being.

Imagine. Suppose it’s northern California. Suppose you live in Napa and you own a vineyard. And then one day ICE, or some other military power, foreign or otherwise, drives in with bulldozers and a platoon of rabid soldiers who are all frothing and seething with hatred for you, for your family and for all the people in Napa. They shoot your family, bulldoze your house, the barns and the vineyard and then tell the rest of you to go to a concentration camp down in Bakersfield.

Think about it for a moment. What does it feel like?

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The current savagery in the Middle East did not start on the Mossad-Hamas invasion of 10/7. What did begin then was the round-the-clock porn-and-fetish TikToks of IDF violence.

This is not how the Palestinians see it. For them, the Nakba began in 1948 with the first wave of ethnic cleansing, an event scrupulously researched and written up with damning evidence by Ilan Pappé in his book The Ethnic Cleansing of Palestine.

Ilan Pappé is entirely correct. But that is not how I see it, or rather I see more, because 1948 is only part of a much bigger story.

The twenty-four hour 4K pixel porn-fest of lingerie, baby-cry drones and the daily carnage of bombed out homes is grotesque. If you are not asleep (or a diehard Zionist) you have to be living in apocalyptic rage. Often you want to puke.

But stop for a moment. Two points.

First. About the rage. Strong emotion reduces your capacity to think. Slow down and think it through. Why is all this footage coming through? Why is it allowed? Yes, cell phones, citizen journalists and all that. Sure. But we also know how efficiently Empire and its high-tech cohorts can control the flow of information when and how they and it wants.

What follows is graphic and brutal. Be warned or skip the paragraph.

I have often said that Empire is increasingly not just announcing its intentions but is being more and more brazenly open about its acts of wanton aggression. Not because it can’t hide its atrocities—it can—but because it wants to cow you and bow you down with a demonic war dance of sadistic posturing.

The round-the-clock war porn footage coming out of Gaza, Lebanon and the West Bank is nothing more than the giant soldier of Empire first straddling you, getting out its dirty penis and then masturbating its filthy phosphor-burning cum all over you.

Unpleasant, certainly. But we have to go further. The sickness of IDF soldiers parading killed women’s lingerie is the collective sickness of the West. Of Europe with its colonial past. Or, as I say in my letter to First Nation Elders, the sickness of the White Man.

War porn needs to continually shock you in order to make you feel powerless. And then—if somehow the dumbing down doesn’t work—to so enrage your feelings that your thinking becomes muddled and cloudy.

Point two.

Take a breath. Think long and broad and then go deep into context. I have repeatedly said that the current imperial atrocity in Gaza is the logical result of four hundred years of Anglo-American settler colonialism. In fact, go back five hundred years. Let’s include Spain as well.

If you don’t take in the broad sweep of Tristory it is possible to become affected by a subtle form of anti-semitism. (In darker moments, I sometimes wonder if this isn’t deliberate policy.) Watching the atrocities playing out in Gaza it is easy to start hating the Israelis, the IDF, and, by worming-into-the-psyche extension, the Jews as well.

Take a breath. Friends, let me tell you something.

We are all Israelis.

Go back to my stacks on Guatemala and Peru. I wrote extensively on Pedro Alvarado and Pizarro. In Lima one day I found myself in front of a huge iron statue on the outskirts of the city walls. Being my first day I had no idea. The massive statue exuded certainty, triumph and implacable will. I was staggered. Right there was the secret.

The Force! The war-horse! The war-horse is the Force!

Pizarro on his giant, fire-breathing, Inca burning and Gaza bombing war horse. In front of me was the demonic ogre, the iron-willed, grim-visaged soldier of fortune. I was staring at the cutting edge of Empire.

Friends, burn it into your souls.

From Pizarro to Gaza is five hundred years of unremitting imperial savagery. The names, the countries and victims change. The carnage is the same. The Empire is the same. The Cabal is the same.

Stop seeing so-called history as a long and muddled mosaic of random events. Behind the bits-and-pieces narrative they teach you at school lies a ruthless agenda being vigorously pursued by a ruthless ruling class cabal.

And behind the cabal and the oligarchs lie powerful demons who guide and inspire them: Ahriman and Sorath.

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Think of a plant in your garden. It has roots, stem, branches and leaves. At the top of the branch is the growing tip. This tip contains the force that, year by year, pulls the rest of the plant upwards, outwards and into new leaves and branches. If the bush is too big and you want to stop further growth, just nip off the growing tip with your garden shears.

At the current time in Tristory, Israel is the growing tip of Empire. However barbaric the daily Instagram carnage may seem—and is—to your crying eyes, remember:

It’s the same barbarity of the conquistadors unleashing attack dogs on the Mayans.

Along with all the other atrocities. If they had had them, the Spanish would have used drones and phosphor bombs. Same with the English against the Pequots. Because they’re heathens. Or today, Because they’re animals.

The demonic world likes to reverse reality. (Those who protest the terrorism of Empire are themselves labelled terrorists. Etc.)

Empire reverses Mother Nature.

If Israel is the growing tip of Empire, it won’t do to nip Israel in the bud. It won’t work. Another bud will shoot up somewhere else in the world. Empire is relentless.

The situation reverses itself. The way to deal with Israel is to deal with the Empire that lies behind it.

Which means the only way to deal with Israel is to completely remove the Anglo-American Ruling Classes. When Brevolution takes place in Britain and then spreads to Europe with Eurolution, the cleansing of the European Spirit Tree will automatically make the poisoned branches untenable. The ‘nutrients’ of war, armaments, hate and propaganda will be unable to sustain their growth. And the growing tip we call Israel will wither away and fall to the ground.

No less for the Israelis as the Europeans, redemption will be painful.

The world has to learn the reality of karma and trespass. We incarnate into one culture (tribe, nation, group) this life and in the next life we will be born somewhere and some culture else.

This is another reason not to be racist: what you hate in this life is what you will be born into during the next. Deal with it now—or later. Your choice.

(Later life means being hated and oppressed by those you tormented in this one.)

On a practical level—a poet can be strategic after all—there will be a small rump of ex-Israelis in the new nation state of Palestine (with its safeguarded Jewish population) who refuse to accept forgiveness and redemption. They will likely join with a diasporic Mossad to become a new world wide Spectre-Smersh mafia. But this is a story for another day.

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In the next stack I will get back to my Open Letter to First Nation Elders.

It is stressful writing. As an ignorant white guy, what do I know? Not much. Nothing in fact. Plus I’m taking a risk of ‘cultural appropriation’ and much else besides. Please comment if I get it wrong, but be gentle, I’m doing my best. There is a point to it. And a vision.

And I wouldn’t be doing it if I didn’t feel Spirit calling me.

Love and blessings

Steve

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Of course I have to end with flowers. Life is beautiful, no?

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