Life changes- Elemi Fuentes

Life changes

Life is in constant change. We, as humans, as individuals, are in constant change. At a microscopic level, our cells are forever changing just as the world around us is always in constant change. Motion drives change. It cannot be stopped. You can try and freeze particles to near absolute zero, but you can’t never stop motion.

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I dreamed a dream…

I dream. We all do. Some people remember their dreams and some don’t. I always remember mine. I dream often. I dream lucidly at times. Others, I dream I fly through unknown areas only to visit those places years later and find out that I already knew about them. I know what is at the end of the road, I know what I would find when I turn a corner. Some call it astral traveling or astral projection. Some say simply that our minds (some minds at least) work faster than we can perceive, so it conceives of places, locations, and situations before you are actually there. And hence when you get to that crossroads in your life, you have the sensation of Déjà vu.

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Why do you wear a bra?

Not that long ago there was the ‘free the nipple’ movement that I could never get behind, even though I fully support the not wearing garments that oppress your chest. Free the nipple was a campaign to protest against the legal and social taboos regarding female breasts. Of course, it was nothing more than silly stunts, graffitis, and women degrading themselves for a cheap shot at fame, all in the name of promoting a film.

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What is your life worth?

Many people have died for justice. Many people have died trying to expose the truth. Journalists, hackers, political activities, human right activists, doctors, revolutionaries, and many others have died because of the truth. Died, been killed, or being ‘suicided’. These people were and are true heroes. Their lives and sacrifices should be something we all look up to and try to emulate. There are only so many of them and too many of us. Revolution is in the air.

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    facial recognition: coming to a town near you - elemi fuentes

    Mass surveillance tools such as face recognition are often sold to the citizens under the guise of ‘protection’. Usually the ‘protection’ is from terrorists that somehow are never caught before the act, yet allowed to rampage our streets and create chaos for the benefit of The Government’s private agenda: more mass surveillance and the steady diminishing of our personal rights.

  • The Land of the Free-ish

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    My American friends always like to boast that America is ‘the land of the free’ and ‘the land of opportunity’. I get that. We all love our own homelands. But when it comes to America, how free are you exactly?
    For instance, you have no privacy when it comes to travelling. Everywhere you go and everything you do is logged and recorded and sent to the Department of Homeland Security to further classify and analyse your movements and your habits.For instance, you have no privacy when it comes to travelling. Everywhere you go and everything you do is logged and recorded and sent to the Department of Homeland Security to further classify and analyse your movements and your habits.

  •  Nushu: The secret language of women

    nushu, the secret language of women - elemi fuentes

    Nushu is a dead language. It is believed to be the last remain of a four thousand years old language spoken China. It had evolved from a form of old Henzi. This is known thanks to the discovery in 1899 of the Oracle Bone Script.Nushu is a dead language. It is believed to be the last remain of a four thousand years old language spoken China. It had evolved from a form of old Henzi. This is known thanks to the discovery in 1899 of the Oracle Bone Script.

  • The real reason for Transgenderism

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  • How to Spot a False Flag

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    The false flag formula follows a few simple rules:

    Drills. There are always military drills, or police drills or fire brigade drills on the day of the event at a nearby location. This is no small feast and actually takes some major planning and coordination.

  • Turning your back on Assange

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  • A Trans-reflection

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    The word ‘trans’ is a Latin prefix meaning simply “across”, “beyond”, “through,”  “changing throughly,” “transverse”.

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    But we have come a long way since those days. Progress progresses and the wheels of Chronos keep turning. Another turn, another gear that moves and clicks into place. Another decade gone. Another non-binary push. Another NWO move to normalize everything that goes against nature. Another push into their wet-dream of a genderless agenda of hyper-sexualized individuals.

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