One may be severely punished for collecting the King's Rain. The following is fiction except rainwater harvesting is illegal.
The new Water Conservation law made being boiled alive a punishment for the first time rainwater harvesting, reserved specifically for free thinkers. Justin Roose was duly executed by being plunged into a cauldron of scalding water in San Quentin, California, USA until he was dead. Upon re-animation he was ‘broken on the wheel.’ This punishment used once, only once before the Pandemic, adopted from continental Europe in Administrative Law. The re-animated criminal individual is tied to a wooden wheel in spread eagle fashion. Their limbs broken with a metal rod or other instrument until dead once more and cremated.
Once their bodies had been shattered, the condemned person would either be strangled, given a mortal blow or simply left to die in agony. The wheel might also be paraded through the town bearing its bludgeoned victim and once they were dead it was often raised up on a pole bearing the mangled corpse.
Lately listening to Michael Levin on biology on Youtube a great amount of clarity arises. Bodies are collective intelligences scaling ultimately to the human organism.
So extending the idea of collective intelligence a population once was a Superorganism in an environment. In the late 19th and then on this Superorganism disintegrated under pressure of industrialism and resource extraction. Covid was a kind of technical solution to forcefully remap what technology has to be used to do to serve the Transhuman Plan.
Gilets Jaunes... Now this is an insurrection... January 6 was a roadshow. Lol
https://youtu.be/sL4PGyAuzno?si=Ng1fHCkVTLLCize9
On Est La! Mfers! 👍✊💛
The Revolution is right now... No leaders required! #The3Tacks
https://rumble.com/vwwhod-the-3-tacks.html
https://rumble.com/v18lir3-who-are-the-redcoats-in-2022.html
https://rumble.com/v15q8y9-order-of-operations-entry-8.html
Don't let the billionaires fool you!
https://rumble.com/vupyrh-the-billionaire-civil-war-agenda.html
Active imaginations.
There's sure to be a cure for that.
Some things we think are free, like thinking, coughing, breathing, smiling.
No, all taken.
Rainwater too in the States.
One may be severely punished for collecting the King's Rain. The following is fiction except rainwater harvesting is illegal.
The new Water Conservation law made being boiled alive a punishment for the first time rainwater harvesting, reserved specifically for free thinkers. Justin Roose was duly executed by being plunged into a cauldron of scalding water in San Quentin, California, USA until he was dead. Upon re-animation he was ‘broken on the wheel.’ This punishment used once, only once before the Pandemic, adopted from continental Europe in Administrative Law. The re-animated criminal individual is tied to a wooden wheel in spread eagle fashion. Their limbs broken with a metal rod or other instrument until dead once more and cremated.
Once their bodies had been shattered, the condemned person would either be strangled, given a mortal blow or simply left to die in agony. The wheel might also be paraded through the town bearing its bludgeoned victim and once they were dead it was often raised up on a pole bearing the mangled corpse.
Thank you for the information about it not having actually happened.
I might have believed it, given all the peaceniks happy with the Middle East and Ukraine killing.
How thin was that veneer, civilised society for sure.
Lately listening to Michael Levin on biology on Youtube a great amount of clarity arises. Bodies are collective intelligences scaling ultimately to the human organism.
https://youtu.be/5jCwMc5_Zig
So extending the idea of collective intelligence a population once was a Superorganism in an environment. In the late 19th and then on this Superorganism disintegrated under pressure of industrialism and resource extraction. Covid was a kind of technical solution to forcefully remap what technology has to be used to do to serve the Transhuman Plan.
Countless lives inhabit us
Poem by Fernando Pessoa
Countless lives inhabit us.
I don't know, when I think or feel,
Who it is that thinks or feels.
I am merely the place
Where things are thought or felt.
I have more than just one soul.
There are more I's than I myself.
I exist, nevertheless,
Indifferent to them all.
I silence them: I speak.
The crossing urges of what
I feel or do not feel
Struggle in who I am, but I
Ignore them. They dictate nothing
To the I I know: I write.