Não quero mas vou..

..vivemos uma distopia quando poderiamos viver uma utopia e o apocalipse não vai chegar.. ..o alocAPIpse já chegou e é esta distopia que nos forçamos viver.. ..como naquelas alturas.. ..aquelas quando não queremos ir, mas acabamos por nos dar de conta que já lá estamos! Chamemos-lhe contradições possíveis, mas é claro que nada passa de ilusão.. Puft..


ਵਾਹਿਗੁਰੂ ਜੀ ਕਾ ਖਾਲਸਾ

ਵਾਹਿਗੁਰੂ ਜੀ ਕੀ ਫਤਿਹ


The Ultimate (Western) History Lesson..*

*check the videos description on YouTube for links to more information..
You should check → → → this ← ← ← after ↑↑↑ this ↑↑↑..


WKAJ TV

Watch here ↓↓↓ or click → here ← to open in new tab/window

WKAJ TV is a 24-hour documentary network dedicated to a surrogate view of
social, political, and economic issues of the past and present.


↓↓↓ Pftzips ↓↓↓ Posts ↓↓↓

30 April 2014

Money - The New Form of Slavery

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"Money is a new form of slavery,
and distinguishable from the old
simple by the fact that
it is impersonal,
there is no human relation
between master and slave."
~ Leo Tolstoy

Não ao acordo ortográfico!!

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nAO

Não concorda com o AO e deseja subscrever a ILC? Simples, bastam dois passos:

1º – Versão PDF ilcassinaturaindividual.pdf ou Versão Word ilcassinaturaindivmanual.doc

2º – Remeter para
Apartado 53, 2776-901 Carcavelos
(se por CTT)

A ILCao, não é uma Petição, é um Projecto de Lei redigido e submetido a aprovação parlamentar por parte de um grupo de cidadãos, sendo esta a primeira sem qualquer patrocínio ou instituição subjacentes. A ILCao, é a forma directa e apartidária de exprimir a vontade popular à Assembleia da República.

A ILCao está redigida e publicada. Todas as informações estão disponíveis no sítio oficial http://ilcao.cedilha.net/

Não se resigne, mova-se!

29 April 2014

The Origins & Symbolism of the European Union (interview w/David Icke)

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The Rothschild Family - Puppet Masters

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..Rothschild..
..pensem bastardos, pensem..

Mind Control through Tv and the Children

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..nem sabem o quanto estão a ser..

Consuming Kids - The Commercialization of Childhood (sub. Pt-Br)

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E agora uma serie de "pontos" unidos num documentário,
alguns explícitos outros implícitos, mas todos partem da(s) mesma(s) Elite(s)..
..e de uma ou outra forma estão presentes..

O 'Não quero mas vou' lança "para o ar"(Enlil?!)
alguns dos pontos(em Inglês, óbvio..);

•Manchurian Candidate Operations; •MKUltra; •Mind Control; 
•Money as Power; •Sexualization; •fashion mind control;
•marketing; •New World Order;
•Child Mind Control; •Adult Mind Control;
•Stupidification; •Zombification;
•Vacination?!; •Chemtrails; •GMO;
•Population Control; •HAARP;
(a few extra more •..;)
•Illuminati; •Bilderberg; •Rothschild; •Rockefeller;

Agora é só unir os pontos, e mais alguns que não pertencem a este pftzip,
(repteis e tal não é para agora..)..

97% Owned..

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28 April 2014

Money Masters - History of the Federal Reserve

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..just so "You" can understand a bit better.. (more to come)..


26 April 2014

Os Donos de Portugal

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..só uma "pequena" noção de quem são as famílias que
controlam Portugal e as "nossas" mentes.. 
As marionetas da "verdadeira" Elite, versão Portuga..

Os Segredos Da Goldman Sachs

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Goldman Sachs na America, BCE na Europa
a controlar o Banco de Portugal por aqui, etc..
Só muda o nome das marionetas da Elite,
de resto é tudo igual..


25 April 2014

Why We All Need Jesus Zen Mind (Thank You Jamzen for this dots connection)

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A "couple" more dots connection made by the great Jamzen @ Youtube.

pt.1

pt.2

Thank You Jamzen for another eye opener ;)

24 April 2014

Bill Hicks on Marketing People (=D)

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Illuminati - The Music Industry Exposed (Un-Cut)

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The New World Order Evil Occult & Fashion Industry Exposed

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just a "preview" of what goes behind curtains..

The New World Order - A 6000 Year History (UFOTV®)

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21 April 2014

Christian Dilemmas: Untold Story of Biblical Conflict (UFOTV®)

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Riverside - We Got Used To Us (w/lyrics)

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We Got Used To Us  

When I scroll back through our recent days
I try to understand
How we could forget
We made a promise to one another
That nothing would ever break what we had
Now we never talk when we fall apart
We never talk when we fall apart
We pretend we’re ok
Surrounding ourselves with one-way friendships
And so-called friends

I know we got used to new us
And I don’t want to be there
I don’t want to be there
Where we are
I know we got used to new life
And I don’t want to be there
No, I don’t want to be there
Where we are

Silence fallen between
All the doors are locked
All the words unsaid
And we’re still afraid of time
Started to keep ourselves
At a distance that we could control
Not too close
Not too far
Now we never talk when we fall apart
We just never talk when we fall apart
We pretend we’re ok
By filling up our inner space
With little hates
And so-called love

I know we got used to new us
And I don’t want to be there
I don’t want to be there
Where we are
I know we got used to new life
And I don’t want to be there
No, I don’t want to be there
Where we are

So walk away with me

13 April 2014

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RAMP - Alone

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RAMP ~ Alone (lyrics)

RAMP - For A While ..

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RAMP ~ For A While (lyrics)

12 April 2014

Wolfsheim - Find You Here & Find You're Gone ..

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Wolfsheim ~ Find You here (lyrics) | Wolfsheim ~ Find You're Gone (lyrics)

Project Pitchfork - Beholder

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Project Pitchfork - Beholder (lyrics)

Project Pitchfork - Lament (re-pftzip)

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Project Pitchfork ~ Lament (lyrics)

CKY - Knee Deep

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"Knee Deep"

Some people don't know
Don't know what is wrong
So they're knee deep
Knee deep in sorrow

Não quero mas vou.. ..levam-me..

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..levam-me e deixo-me ir.. ..nunca devia ter confiado em "tais" pessoas, todas falsas sem se darem de conta, todas manipuladas, robotizadas, pré-programadas pela elite, e todas elas só me conseguiram ensinar o mesmo vezes e vezes sem conta..

(Uma energia faz-me vibrar da forma menos natural possível, provavelmente um sinal para me manter alerta, pronto a recuar ou seguir outro caminho antes de me magoar ou magoar mais alguém.. ..Uma voz, que de dentro da cabeça ou talvez outra dimensão grita em sofrimento para que lhe preste atenção.. ..mas não o faço,
opto por ignorar os avisos..)

..voz energética que diz..

" - Não confies na maioria das pessoas, não te abras, não te entregues pois estão todas elas manipuladas e programadas para criar mais dor a quem as rodeia, e nem sequer sabem que o fazem.. ..são apenas mecanismos biológicos pré-formatados para agir segundo a vontade da elite, segundo o ego que lhes foi incutido desde muito antes da nascença, e quando apresentados a estes detalhes, aí sim começam a revelar-se algumas das suas facetas com o cair das mascaras, mascaras essas que escondem outras mascaras criadas para protegerem as primeiras que caíram, as mesmas que foram criadas pela elite que os moldou a serem assim, a seguirem os padrões de "consumo-o-capitalismo", sexo, dinheiro, drogas alteradas para provocarem mais mal do que serem extensores mentais(o seu propósito natural), isto e muito mais, tudo através da caixa mágica ao fundo da sala ou quarto e até mesmo cozinha e "armário de água", caixa essa que abriu portas e janelas para que o marketing e publicidade envenenasse a mente das mesmas..."

" - Se fosse só através da caixa mágica.. ..já sabes que também o fazem uns aos outros.. ..Foram facilmente bem programados.."

..infelizmente uma verdade que preferia não ter presente, pois não tem o menor sentido nesta 'viagem' que experienciamos, ainda que façam parte os altos e baixos para que, com os mesmos seja possível formar carácter, humildade, honra, discernimento nas acções, palavras, no que fazemos os outros sentir e pensar quando cruzamos a sua vida.. ..ainda que sejamos todos um, tudo e nada ao mesmo tempo..

..continua o não sentido em todas as mentiras, falsidades, pensamentos interesseiros, nos joguinhos mentais mesquinhos que fazem essas mesmas pessoas manipuladas, poluídas mental, espiritual, e fisicamente, basta de todo este "entulho"!! Que de nada serve sem ser para nos separar a todos mais um pouco, e criar mágoa, dor, destruição, morte..

..Ainda assim, aqui estou..

..estagnado, perdido..

..não quero deixar de experienciar em vida mas para tal, sinto que preciso de alguém a meu lado com os mesmos objectivos, a mesma visão, que dê algum apoio, ou que pelo menos compreenda e respeite aquando da presença de factos, sejam eles científicos ou meramente sensações, sentimentos e emoções.. ..talvez o mais importante..

..(não interessa..)..

..um suspiro, perdido no tempo, um pouco de mim que se transforma em algo "mau", uma sensação de vazio que é boa e má ao mesmo tempo(bom e mau, feio e bonito, .., são apenas conceitos criados pelo homem..), nada ou tudo passa de meras experiências que temos nesta curta mas intensa viagem ao longo desta pequena parte da vida, e apenas mais uma serie de sensações e sentimentos que de nada servem.. ..servem.. ..existe um propósito para os mesmos, aprender a 'viajar' na vida.. ..aprender a afastar quem não "presta"(dicionário s.f.f...) e a não se render à merda da elite..

..não me vou render alguma vez..

..a elite perdeu queira ou não, conseguiram virar-me de tal forma contra eles que agora, já nada interessa sem ser esperar para os ver cair pelas suas próprias acções..

..será este pequeno excerto da minha mente útil para alguém? Provavelmente não, mas precisei desabafar parte da minha mente, e acerca da derrota da elite (à minha maneira), e de libertar algumas palavras, ainda que possam ficar perdidas no vácuo do vazio, algures no meio de uma infinidade de buracos negros, tendo em conta que somos todos constituídos de mini-buracos negros e os espaços de vazio entre eles..



Depeche Mode ~ "Insight" (lyrics)



DM ~ "Dream On" (lyrics)

DM ~ "Shine" (lyrics)

DM ~ "The Sweetest Condition" (lyrics)

DM ~ "When The Body Speaks" (lyrics)

DM ~ "The Dead Of Night" (lyrics)

DM ~ "LoveTheme" (instrumental)

DM ~ "Freelove" (lyrics)

DM ~ "Comatose" (lyrics)

DM ~ "I Feel Loved" (lyrics)

DM ~ "Breathe" (lyrics)

DM ~ "Easy Tiger" (instrumental)

DM ~ "I Am You" (lyrics)

DM ~ "Goodnight Lovers" (lyrics)




Paradise Lost ~ One Second (lyrics)

Paradise Lost ~ Say Just Words (lyrics)

Paradise Lost ~ Lydia (lyrics)

Paradise Lost ~ Mercy (lyrics)

Paradise Lost ~ Soul Courageous (lyrics)

Paradise Lost ~ Another Day (lyrics)

Paradise Lost ~ The Sufferer (lyrics)

Paradise Lost ~ This Cold Life (lyrics)

Paradise Lost ~ Blood Of Another (lyrics)

Paradise Lost ~ Disappear (lyrics)

Paradise Lost ~ Sane (lyrics)

Paradise Lost ~ Take Me Down (lyrics)

Paradise Lost ~ I Despair (lyrics)




CKY ~ Sink Into The Underground (lyrics)




CKY ~ Escape From Hellview (lyrics)




CKY ~ Frenetic Amnesic (lyrics)




CKY ~ Shippensberg (lyrics)



CKY ~ Attached At The Hip (lyrics)


Lyrics from www.azlyrics.com & www.darklyrics.com. Thank You!!

10 April 2014

The Hacker Manifesto

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The following was written shortly after my arrest... (+++The Mentor+++)

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

                       \/\The Conscience of a Hacker/\/

                                      by

                               +++The Mentor+++

Written on January 8, 1986

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

 Another one got caught today, it's all over the papers.
"Teenager Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal",
"Hacker Arrested after Bank Tampering"...

Damn kids. They're all alike.

 But did you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950's technobrain,
 ever take a look behind the eyes of the hacker? Did you ever wonder what made
 him tick, what forces shaped him, what may have molded him?
 I am a hacker, enter my world... Mine is a world that begins with school...
 I'm smarter than most of the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me...

Damn underachiever. They're all alike.

 I'm in junior high or high school. I've listened to teachers explain for the 
 fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction. I understand it. "No, Ms. Smith,
 I didn't show my work. I did it in my head..."

Damn kid. Probably copied it. They're all alike.

 I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is cool.
 It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it's because I screwed it up.
 Not because it doesn't like me... Or feels threatened by me...
 Or thinks I'm a smart ass... Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here...

Damn kid. All he does is play games. They're all alike.

And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through
 the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is
 sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought...
 a board is found.
 "This is it... this is where I belong..."
 I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to
 them, may never hear from them again... I know you all...

Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike...

 You bet your ass we're all alike... We've been spoon-fed baby food at school
 when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip through
 were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by sadists, or ignored
 by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils,
 but those few are like drops of water in the desert.
 This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the
 beauty of the baud.  We make use of a service already existing without paying
 for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and
 you call us criminals.  We explore... and you call us criminals.  We seek
 after knowledge... and you call us criminals.  We exist without skin color,
 without nationality, without religious bias... and you call us criminals.
 You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us
 and try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the criminals.
 Yes, I am a criminal.
 My crime is that of curiosity.
 My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think,
 not what they look like.
 My crime is that of outsmarting you,
 something that you will never forgive me for.

 I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto.
 You may stop this individual, but you can't stop us all... after all,
 we're all alike.

 +++The Mentor+++

03 April 2014

Ylvis - The Fox (What Does The Fox Say?)

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• Agenda 21 for Dummies •

Earth emergency exits??

Pois é, onde estão as saídas de emergência da Terra? Onde??
Novamente, é favor abrir os olhos e ver o que se passa a volta!! Agradecido..

"funy dance" (só para descontrair um bocado)

The Hacker Manifesto



The following was written shortly after my arrest... (+++The Mentor+++)

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

\/\The Conscience of a Hacker/\/

by

+++The Mentor+++

Written on January 8, 1986

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Another one got caught today, it's all over the papers.
"Teenager
Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal",
"Hacker Arrested after Bank Tampering"...


Damn kids. They're all alike.


But did you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950's technobrain,

ever take a look behind the eyes of the hacker? Did you ever wonder what made
him tick,what forces shaped him, what may have molded him?

I am a hacker, enter my world... Mine is a world that begins with school...
I'm smarter than most of
the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me...

Damn underachiever. They're all alike.


I'm in junior high or high school. I've listened to teachers explain
for the fifteenth
time how to reduce a fraction. I understand it. "No, Ms.
Smith, I didn't show my work.
I did it in my head..."


Damn kid. Probably copied it. They're all alike.


I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is
cool.
It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it's because I
screwed it up.
Not because it doesn't like me...
Or feels threatened by me...
Or thinks I'm a smart ass... Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here...

Damn kid. All he does is play games. They're all alike.


And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through

the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is
sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is found.
"This is it... this is where I belong..."
I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to
them, may never hear from them again... I know you all...

Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike...


You bet your ass we're all alike... We've been spoon-fed baby food at
school
when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip
through
were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by sadists, or
ignored
by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us will
ing pupils,
but those few are like drops of water in the desert.

This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the
beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying
for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and
you call us criminals. We explore... and you call us criminals. We seek
after knowledge... and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color,
without nationality, without religious bias... and you call us criminals.
You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us
and try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the criminals.
Yes, I am a criminal.
My crime is that of curiosity.
My crime is
that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like.
My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for.

I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto.
You may stop this individual,
but you can't stop us all... after all, we're all alike.

+++The Mentor+++
_______________________________________________________________________________


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