The Womb of The World

Michael Gray Griffith

The Womb of The World

Women fall pregnant after making love, after hook-ups and after medical intervention. They can also fall pregnant after been raped.

Our culture has been raped, and now, within the trauma, turmoil and the shame of that, is a new future forming? A future never more visible than within the camp growing outside the front of the national library in Canberra.

It is a camp forming from people who are arriving here from all over the country. Many are coming in waves of convoys, like the one I arrived in, others are turning up alone, some after driving for hours. One unemployed gardener I met came with his daughter from Mt Gambia, after racing out to buy a campervan. Another woman told me she drove all the way down from Cairns. It was a long way she said, a long way.

And down here the police, at least on the first day were trying various tactics, to move us on. But on to where? The reason most of us had nowhere to go was the reason we were here.

I believe that what is happening now is something that will not have been seen before. It is an ongoing explosion of courage, that will keep exploding all over the country, as those who have had enough, will go fuck it, if not now, then when?

On Sunday morning I left Melbourne in a convoy of fifteen vehicles, several of which only came for a section of the journey, to offer us support and see us off. Still, the next morning, by the time we reached Wodonga we had grown to over one hundred and seventy vehicles.

All through the night people kept arriving at the makeshift camp, established on the side of the road opposite a service station that had been built to service trucks.

 It was camp that had an electricity running through it. The kind of electricity that attracts. Most people didn’t know each other. Most had never done anything like this before, and no one had any idea what would happen next. All we knew, was that we had come too far and now there was no going back. We were on a quest to save our country from tyranny, and we were all one people. We could all feel that too. Two years of division was bonding us into a tribe.

One of the most remarkable things, was that on nearly every car was an Australian flag. A lot of people were also wearing it like a cape. And mostly it was the blue flag, and yet despite their clear pride for their country, their country had ostracized them.

Many on the other side often argue often that this is not apartheid and not segregation. They are correct. For in an apartheid system there are still places, cafés and schools and the like, where the oppressed can go. The oppressed can even work. This is worse. Here, if you refuse to comply, there is nothing. We have been literally left with one choice, comply or die. A form of segregation the likes of which was established by the nazi party.

Tyranny isn’t just coming, it’s here, and it is relentless. And this tyranny is the most dangerous of all, for it’s the one where those in charge, and many of those who have complied, believe themselves to be the righteous. And throughout history, it is people like these, i.e. the Spanish Inquisition and the holocaust, who have shocked and stained history with our capability to be brutally evil.

But despite the fact that to date they have righteously raped many of us though forced vaccinations, and the resistance is well populated with double jabbed people, many repentant and pissed off, a counter balance is forming. The fetus of the new world, that is already promising to be different for the one big pharma, our governments and their followers are trying to create.

This is a purely organic future, conceived in the pain of mandates and the ruins of our culture. It will be a future where courage will be valued above fear and obedience. A future where you will be allowed to speak, and the ideas sprouting from debate will be allowed to naturally spread and grow. A future where journalist and doctors and nurses will not only be allowed, but expected to adhere to their oaths. A future that will be challenged and exalted by artists, who will be encouraged to not filter their work but rather travel through all of us like explorers searching our souls for discoveries that could enhance all our lives.  It is a future whose first breath will see the world cheer as one, in celebration of its beauty. A future whose first word will be Freedom.

And this might sound poetical, even delusional, but that is only because you have not come to Canberra and seen it and felt it for yourself.

For thousands of years people have awaited the second coming, and without question, most people in the resistance see this as a spiritual war, a war between good and evil. Well what if, under the darkening shadow of evil, this is the second coming? Except that what is good, call it God or call it what ever you like, is arriving within all of us. Forming within the conjoined souls, who, after still refusing to comply, are coming together and forming, organically, and without even knowing it, the womb of our new world.

Michael Gray Griffith