Somewhere There’s a Place for Us.

Cafe Locked Out

I was at a protest once, when an undercover cop sat down next to me. It was the second time they had tried this, so I had learned.

They used my name, in the warm tone of a close mate and said, “Michael, why don’t we call it a day?  We’ve made our point. Let’s go home and come back tomorrow.”

The mistake they made, and they kept making it, was taking it for granted that I was the leader. I was not. There was no leader. There were, I contend some people more outspoken than others, but the reason we were all here was because our compulsion to defend our society’s freedom had drawn us together, like a light attracts moths. And night and day in that time, was always dark and becoming darker, so the light we flocked to was Freedom.

Maybe this was why, when we met up at the marches, we always hugged each other, that and of course our hugs were a revolutionary act against their attempts to separate our society with their slogan stating, staying apart keeps us together.

The warmth of our hugs also, in time, would prove that our society had little to fear from covid, for if it was as deadly as they and the mainstream media were marketing it as, we should have all been dead several times over. Instead, now, many of us are healthier than we were before the struggles.

The other thing we are often accused of is being a cult. But this is a perversion of our language, for all we did and are still doing, was asking questions, and in a cult, it is well known that you can’t ask questions.

Being allowed to audibly critically think, to debate in public, is the hallmark of a free society. Another quality of our democracy that we were fighting for.

They also attempted, constantly, to portray us as the real problem.  At every march, especially in Melbourne, the police would wear masks, gloves and would struggle, against their own humanity not to interact with us.  This was to portray us as dangerous and no doubt an order, and one that a young boy, dressed in a spiderman suit, a part of our protest, coerced them to disobey, as he innocently offered these officers his tiny fist to pump, and they did. This little boy, in the few marches he attended, became a bridge of hope for all of us.

But they also attempted, and succeeded to demonize us via talkback radio, political speeches, and newspaper articles and the like. All of it hate speech, and the point of it all was to breed compliance.

Question the narrative and you’d be accused of being an antivaxxer. The fear of being labelled with this was so concerning that many people who were suffering adverse reactions, attempted to keep them quiet, to avoid being branded as one of us. To be outcast.

But what we, and the jabbed who had changed their mind and decided to join our numbers, were, was the hope for this country. For the world.

We have been and we are at war. And the prize for those waging it against us, if they win, is our enslavement.  

Digital ID, and the social credit score system, that they are already sneaking into our culture, will be the greatest attack on our liberty in the history of humanity. Maybe the end of us.

What we do know, is that if we don’t defend our right to be autonomous human beings, right now, then we will be the generation that enslaved our following generations perhaps for decades or longer. For they have the technology and it appears they have the determination to achieve this.

Currently though, our greatest adversary is ourselves.

I suspect, even though they were pushed into extinction, that even the dodos would have tried to scratch or bite those who were wiping them out, whereas we have astonishingly been so obedient, many of us have raced towards the edge of our freedom, without a protest, like lemmings on rollerskates.

Our core failing; this deep-rooted belief that our leaders, who we know are corrupt, would, when push came to shove, have our back.

They didn’t and they don’t.

Our country’s death rate is up by seventeen percent this month and that is not making the front page of our newspapers nor are our politicians talking about it.  Instead, in Western Australia, the Sunday Times spent three pages attacking the freedom movement. They went as far as to call Epic camp a failure of a protest with only a handful of people there, while simultaneously their premier was pushing a bill through parliament that gave bureaucrats the right to imprison and vaccinate people against their will.

All of this is so outrageous it could be seen as worse than an attack on our liberty. It could be seen as treason.

But for all of their bullshit, for all of the silence smothering our brothers and sisters, the truth is fighting back.

A chemist in Darwin is about to throw out his stockpile of vaccines, the boosters, third and forth because no one wants them and soon they will be out of date. He even asked his staff and other pharmacists if they wanted to take them and they all said no. The same story was repeated with a pharmacist in Melbourne.

Is the survival instinct of the population kicking in? Is this quiet defiance the closest they can get to anger at this point. Or is there a volcano of resentment brewing under the surface of their lattes, just waiting for one story, one victim too many, to erupt.

The social contract between the people and the upper echelon, from the health system to the police, the legal system to the main-stream media and of course the politicians and others has been broken.

Instead of working for us, they have all been working to control us, using health as a smoke screen and fear of death as their weapon.

Now though, their story, which was built on lies is beginning to tumble like a house of cards. A collapse that they won’t be able to stop or control, but sadly, one they will get away with unless we, the people demand justice.

And the reason we deserve justice is because under the weapon of fear, the other weapon they used against us, to coerce us, was our capacity to love.

Many of our veins are now full of their concoctions, that they knew would not stop the spread of the virus, and still they won’t tell us what’s in it.

They even coerced our children into taking it by shaming them into protecting their grandmothers, then used peer pressure to have our children pressure each other into taking it.  They even informed our children that they didn’t require their parents’ permission to do so. An attack on the family unit. And finally, they used our love of community to force many of those whose inner voice was urging them not to take it, to give in, or fear facing, what is to many, a sentence worse than death, ostracization.  Finally, they used the eternal love parents have for their children, to coerce them into taking it, in order to keep providing for their family.

And even though they must have known it didn’t stop the spread they kept declaring it did as they continued to coerce us into taking a third and then a fourth booster.

In South Australia and other places they are now pushing the fifth.

Then let’s not forget, even though many want to, the savage segregation many were forced to endure. Citizens not allowed to see dying family members, or attend funerals, weddings, parties, school events, Anzac Day and Christmas.

A medical apartheid supported and enforced by so many among us, it was like a tsunami washing away all that was good about our culture; fair play, inclusion, and the teachings of Jesus.

In a time when our souls were in hazard, no demographic was more silent, than our spiritual leaders. Our Christian based civilisation is based on the life of Jesus. One man who refused to be silent. In the end they tortured and killed him to try shut him up and on his unimaginable suffering we created Christianity. Yet in this time, when we needed them more than ever, the churches were closed, and the priests nowhere to be found.       

Now we are all, as we were in those protests, leaderless. The ones in power, are clearly no longer servants to us, but rather, questionably, puppets to whom?

But all is not lost.

In Coober Pedy a prospector told us how he spends his nights, (and the nights out there, especially without a moon, are as deep as the universe,) searching the desert with a blacklight for opals. The blacklight is an ultraviolet torch that makes opals glow.

Opals are like humans, each unique with all manner of colours running through them, yet for all of their various spectrums, they are all the one gem and each of them precious.

After learning about this, I started telling all the Australians I met at these little gatherings that in this spreading darkness they were the opals, and the rich lines running through them was the Australian Spirit.

I also told them, that in this time of destruction, they could be, if they wanted to be, if they could find their courage, the Architects of the new Australia.

Currently our culture is a farce. A bubble preparing to burst that is inflated by propaganda. A bubble in which every value we believed to be true, turned out to be false.

Yet on this wasteland the world is offering us a future our souls don’t want, and the souls of those yet to be born are pleading with us not to accept.

But we now have the possibility, through nurturing the courage that brought us to here, to offer our brothers and sisters a better future. And we have the superior product, one that can be summed up with a single word, Freedom. A word that if you shine your souls’ light through, separates into a spectrum of core values and colours that are all nurturing and good.  And another simple word that encompasses all these precious variables is humanity.  

Like it or not, we are currently the most important humans in the history of our race, for we are the ones faced with a critical choice. A choice that the future will either celebrate us for making, or forever weep, in silence, to how we betrayed everything that was precious, in order to hold onto everything we felt had worth, but turned out to be a gilded cage.

Somewhere there’s a place for us,
A time and place for us.
Hold my hand and we're halfway there.
Hold my hand and I'll take you there
Some how,
Some day,

Somewhere!

You know I’m right. And I know, that you know, that we can only get there, together.

So think about it, deeply, and then let’s all make this important decision and progress from being the frightened and powerless passengers on this runaway train to tyranny, and instead become who I believe we were born to be, the Courageous Architects of Our Country’s Future.

A generation, worth building, in every suburb and town, a fortress of new shrines too.

Michael Gray Griffith

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