The Monsters Part 1

Narrative Artist Making fiction out of the terrorism being inflicted upon the people of the world by the globalists. Given the reality we are living in right now appears far stranger than fiction.

I only recently decided to share my works on Substack, as it’s where I find the most integral writers and analysts about the current global problems we are experiencing. Even the comments on the articles are of a higher quality and often as inspiring as many of the articles.

Below is the 3-minute video of the first part of a longer creative writing piece on the topic of ‘The Globalist Monsters’. More to come.

PART 1
The great lumbering earth slowly turns. An unstoppable momentum drives the gigantic grinding wheel into eternity. Small men run up to it and chop at it with swords, fire into it with arrows, muskets, machine guns, and then cannons. Fighter jets spray their death beads into its path, then swoop down into the grinding monster, to finish it off, and are munched and minced into dust for their stupidity.

The gargantuan turning thing does not try to destroy them, it just does, it just grinds.

They who seek to destroy it are destroyed. It rolls on. Fools are the little men with their big armies. The pathetic parasitic banking man with all the money and power and insatiable lust to be a god will not be immune. At least in nature, a blood-sucking tick falls off the flesh of its host once it is full, but not this little insatiable grub.

Alas, despite his secure compound and his immunity from the laws of nations he loots and destroys, and despite him shielding himself from the pitchforks of the people he enslaves, his armies and henchmen will always be turned into fertilisers for weeds.

There is no justice that we can measure, for he owns the tools of justice too. Therefore, millions of innocent animals, men, women and children will die under the disease he is. He can hide in his compounded fort, the houses of parliament, the courts of the world or quite frankly, his basement. The grinding wheel will find him there.

Time, time. The reaper astride the Mares of Diomedes will stampede upon his house and his bed and eat him.

The Goliath of death is coming. The unstoppable, who will penetrate all deniability and delusion the foul parasite has about living forever.

The grinding wheel is coming.

The beautiful force of men and women, of animals, of trees, of the oceans, yes, that of nature - the power of nature as it is written, are the only victims of the parasites who try to control the wheel. The wheel keeps going, never weeping or cheering at any sacrifice or misery of all the living things.

Do not be mistaken.

The great force will not save you from a life of misery, a misery inflicted upon you by an insatiable parasite and his dominance over you by bluff.

Your saviour is closer than you think. Very close. So close that you can feel the heat of his breath upon the palm of your hand. So very near that you can hear the pounding hooves rumbling inside your chest, begging you to fight.


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Artists Further Note on this series. I am a narrative artist. Therefore, I 'create stories' from real life and imagined worlds. This series of 'Monsters' is a digital part of a larger painting body of work I am currently working on in my studio. “Monsters”. The putting together of the story occurs as I feel it flows through me as real personal impressions, given the things I hear, and see in the media and from stories that the people tell, fears they have, unanswered questions, worries, and suspicions. I have no idea what is true and what is not of those tales, I only know how it ‘joins up’ as imagery (the story or real human Zeitgeist of our times, not the ‘official propaganda’ recorded in our history books). This is what artists and writers must do, and after much serious contemplation as to the potentially negative connotation of doing this, (for my well-established career) I have decided to step forward because I must be honest about how ‘it feels’, and use what my gifts are to deliver it back to my fellow people because that is my job on this earth - as the artist - not to just create pretty pleasant pictures. In these videos, I am only really making creative collages of licenced clips and music, with my own words that create a kind of song of our times. As you will notice, I am using a digital voice, and not my own, deliberately due to the ‘storytelling’ intention of these videos. I have chosen to do this as it removes me from the speaking of the words and allows me some distance so I can observe as if I am a stranger looking in. How I see this project is as if it is a character in a book speaking. Part 1

Part 2

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