[Wim Hof 'The IceMan' A Superhuman On Par With Stefan]

I urge any members not aware of the man, Wim Hof, to research him well.

 

He has been my physical and spiritual teacher!!

 

Stefan has been my mental and emotional teacher!!

 

Together they are two men, who would be genuine saviours of mankind, if the masses are willing to absorb what they offer.

 

I believe it would make for a fantastic meeting and would urge Freedomain Radio, to bring these great men together.

 

Of all the people in history and alive today, that i would wish to meet and exchange with. It would be these two men.

 

I do not hero worship and never will i be sycophantic in my approach to anyone. But i feel intuitively with all that life has taught me. These two men are providing answers and solutions to everything i have ever wished to know.

 

You all know Stefan. I urge you to get to know Wim.

[FATHERHOOD FEARS - A POEM]

FATHERHOOD FEARS

 

Kids who can't see their fathers

Even though their good men

The State, the decider

With the stroke of a pen

 

Bitter women, Family Court

A terrible mix

Causing pain for the man

To get their quick fix

 

Of course there are fathers

Not worthy of name

But the percentage is lower

And here lies the shame

 

Most men are worthy

Wish to do right by their young

But mothers do damage

With such bitter tongue

 

Convincing themselves

The Courts, backing them too

They carry no fault

The blame is all upon you

 

So respect to the mothers

Who really do put their kids first

Because kids need two parents

And the evidence hurts

 

There is no greater damage

A mother can do to a child

Than to keep them, from their fathers

Through manipulation and lies

 

'The Pugilist Poet'

[The Corruption of Christmas - A Poem]

Imagine a Christmas without the corruption
A true family day, minus stressful eruption

Eruptions in families, so often the case
Teenage kids have been taught, it’s all about saving face

Saving face with their peers, who may have more, or have less
While many parents buckle, under financial stress

Stress that is caused, by consumerism gone mad
Most people front it, but many are sad

Sad that they feel, no control or restraint
Too scared to speak up, in case their name it does taint

Tainted by not being one of the flock
If you don’t fall in line, then other people will mock

Mock you, if you don’t go along with the lie
“IT'S ALL FOR THE KIDS"”
The masses do cry

So let’s keep training our kids, for a good Christmas time
Just a day for gifts, food, beer and wine

But tell them nothing, about all the stress and the debt
Or how their parent’s minds, they so often do fret

So let’s pretend, train them well
For when their parents themselves
When the lie becomes more, than just Santa and Elves

The lie in the past, was religion, but that’s been replaced
By consumer altars so big, Jesus would be disgraced

We now all pray at the altar, of corruption and greed
Christmas now means so little
It should make our hearts bleed

'The Pugilist Poet'

 

[An Ode To The Christmas Truce]

THE CHRISTMAS TRUCE

 

A dirty trench filled with despair, a squalid mess, with souls laid bare.

How could a man, from either side, endure this hell, no place to hide.

Tommy or Hun, it mattered not, these souls were offered up to rot.

Men sent mad, through fear and pain, while the top brass ordered, more land they gain.A few yards here, a few yards there, each inch of mud, gained through despair.While enlisted men, ate diets of rat, their Generals, in HQ got fat.

 

No rations here, for the chosen few, who quaffed their fayre, with a port or two.As Christmas came, so cold and sad, there was at least a pact, to make men glad.

The Christmas Truce, 100 years ago, where soldiers met, in mud and snow.
Handshakes, gifts and football too, just the day before, the bullets flew.
These were men, so much the same, with children, wives, caught in a game.
A game of war, that had no winners, except of course, for political sinners.
Simply pawns, used in their name, a game of power, money, gain.
But when you look a man in the eye, you see his soul, it does not lie.
That's what these soldiers could not have neglected, no enemy, just themselves reflected.
The enemy was nowhere around, they lived in mansions, castles, safe and sound.
The Christmas Truce, broke through illusion, but return to trenches, brought much confusion.
We kill each other, men just the same, all to quench our masters gain.

 

'THE PUGILIST POET'

[An Ode To The Design, of Broken Families, In Western Countries]

BROKEN FAMILIES 

 

Too many of us have fell for the lie..

Families destroyed and children ask why..

 

The answer to this, ain't as clear as one think's..

So just read on and i'll show you the links..

 

The reality sad, as it all seems pre planned..

If you weaken the people..

Then it strengthens their hand..

 

With women to work and the welfare state..

Men became surplus and led the children to hate..

 

Hating the fact, their parents and families were broken..

Broken by sinister facts, left unspoken..

 

Children need parents, the state needs taxpayers..

Convince mothers their less and create a land of naysayers.. 

 

Naysaying the fact, they have been kept underfoot..

While biological facts, keep us all in a rut..

 

You see, the rut we are in, has been expertly created..

Open your eyes and your minds and see this thinking is dated..

 

Parents and families, date back, to the beginning of time..

But just 55 years of change, has caused massive decline..

 

Its as simple of this, you cannot have it all..

If you want to have children, you must answer the call..

 

The call ain't to work, the call is to raise..

Raise chidren with parents, who can see through the haze..

 

The haze they created, to divide women and men..

So many hurt souls, divorce stands at 6 out of 10..

 

The disposable male, hurts as much, as their female spouse..

But the state backs the woman, with welfare payments and house..

 

Divide and conquer, in its most sinister form..

The eradication of family, has become modern norm..

 

With men, women and children, so weak, from all the emotional pain..

The state gains more power and the ultimate gain..

 

The gain is control, over masses so weak..

Too weak to challenge and too weak to speak..

 

Speak up against masters, who do what they wish..

But the lies that they feed us, are a vile tasting dish..

 

 

 

[An Ode To The Masters, The Masses and UK Immigration]

AN ODE TO MASTERS AND THE MASSES!!!!

 

Foolish are we, the one's with true power..

Power we waste every day. By minute and hour..

We have failure to see the truth of our plight ..

The strength in our numbers..

Or the the real villains we fight..

We fight with each other and with those from abroad..

Today we use bullets. In the past we used sword..

But the real villains remain now, as they did in the past..

Not the few in the masses, but those with wealth, that is vast..

The masters are few, but control with iron fist..

The masses do what their told and seldom resist..

Once in a while, a revolution does form..

When people, are starving and dying. Survival instinct the norm..

But in the West, we're well fed, trained for much selfish greed..

So we stay silent, bow down and watch foreigners bleed..

Safe in our home's, or so we do think..

But the illusion of safety can change in a blink..

You see the masters are clever and work together as one..

We think their on different sides, but this is their greatest con..

Their all in it together, their real enemy us!!!

So they divide and do conquer, creating wars and much fuss..

We fuss over the big things, as much as the little..

Politicians the puppets, stirring hatred with spittle.. 

Taxes, jobs, immigration and war..

The politicians rewarded, while the masses stay poor..

Not only poor, in a monetary way..

But, in a way that's much deeper, getting worse by the day..

You see, the illusion is told, we've never had it so great..

So be grateful you pleb, eat the shit on your plate..

The shit that we feed you, to keep you dumbed down..

While your glued to your telly, we'll ruin your town..

Health service, jobs, education. Are all going West..

Getting swamped from the East, is your moral test..

So keep your head down, whether white, asian or black..

if you dare to speak up, the PC brigade will attack..

But British taxpayers born, to this very small isle..

Best start finding their spines and spewing their bile..

Not bile of hatred, and not bile of divide..

Just bile to the truth, of which we must not hide..

There is only one way, how the masses live well..

And that is in our own lands, where our loved ones do dwell..

Mass immigration causes distress to so many..

And only is caused, by the masters greed for the penny..

Not just the penny, but the need for true power..

Achieved by the force, to make billions cower..

Wherever your home, you must dwell without harm..

But the masters think different and raise every alarm..

They alarm us with fear, and war, and misguided guilt..

So the masses just nod and in their favour we tilt..

We're all being fooled, but the true power we hold..

We need to stop being weak and start being bold..

The masses want peace, while the masters do not..

if we don't wake up soon, then our country will rot..