Every City Built Before 1900
Was Designed To Harvest
Free Energy From The Atmosphere.⚡️
Then It Was Ripped Out Overnight.
And Free Energy Became Paid Energy. 💰
Joe Feltz has died at the age of 40.
Joe had been collecting rare, sacred, hidden & last editions of old & ancient books & was in the process of scanning & uploading them as a free source on the internet.
Joe has been found dead, the cause of death has not yet been released.
Some of the books included original Masonic books & bibles, The 1812 Bible (including the Book of Esdras, Wisdom of Solomon, Apocrypha, and Psalms), The Lost Books of the Bible, Conversations on the Bible, Encyclopaedia of Witchcraft & Demonology (chronicling the inquisitions & Salem witch trials), Ancient Magic & Magnetism & much more.
Many of these books showed many inconsistencies with the modern version of history & exposed many hidden secrets.
Joe was also created free blueprints & online design tools to help his audience build their own off-grid power systems without expensive corporate costs & with free energy.
R.I.P & Fly High Joe 🤍🕊️
THE MAGUIRE DOSSIER
The Man Who Sold Smears for Forty Years
What you are about to read is fact. All the noise, the spin, the distractions they manufacture to keep you looking away removed. What remains is the absolute state of a country captured by men who pretend to be journalists while operating as weapons. This is not opinion. This is the receipt.
Meet Kevin Maguire. The journalist who isn't. The working-class hero who advises bankers for fees. The republican who takes money from monarchs. The anti-establishment crusader who has been the establishment's attack dog since before Tony Blair discovered mascara.
Kevin John Maguire wants you to know about his father. The miner at Westoe Colliery. The working-class roots. The South Shields grammar boy who made good. It is a compelling narrative. It is also the perfect cover for a forty-year intelligence operation.
Because Kevin Maguire is not a journalist. He is a weapon. Manufactured by the Fabian Society. Deployed by Alastair Campbell. Funded by BNP Paribas. And currently running "dark arts" operations against anyone who threatens the regime he has served since 1997.
Let us begin with the education. South Shields Grammar-Technical School. Not a comprehensive. Not a secondary modern. A grammar school. Selective education via the eleven-plus. The first clue that Maguire's working-class credentials are as carefully constructed as his Daily Mirror columns. From there to the University of York for politics during the peak of left-wing campus radicalism. Then Cardiff for journalism. The pipeline was clear. The Fabian Society had found its man.
By 1984 he was in. The Western Morning News. The New Civil Engineer. Then the Telegraph covering Labour from a right-leaning paper, learning the enemy's language. Then the Guardian as chief reporter. Then, in 1999, the return to the Daily Mirror as political editor. Specifically hired by Richard Wallace to "revitalize" political coverage ahead of the 2005 election. Translation: turn the Mirror into a Labour propaganda sheet with better photography.
But 1999 was significant for another reason. Maguire left the Mirror that year after accusing editor Piers Morgan of allowing "undue influence from Labour spin doctor Alastair Campbell on editorial decisions." This is crucial. Because it reveals that by 1999, Maguire was already inside the Campbell-Blair nexus. He knew about the spin. He participated in the spin. He only objected when Morgan got in the way of his access.
Campbell's diaries confirm it. 20 March 1998: "Meeting with Piers Morgan and Kevin Maguire." The three of them. The editor. The political editor. The spin doctor. Planning the narrative. Manufacturing consent. Selling Blair's wars to the British public.
And what wars they were. Maguire was political editor at the Mirror during the Iraq War buildup. While the paper pretended to be anti-war, Maguire was inside the room where the lies were crafted. The WMD fabrications. The dodgy dossier. The "45 minutes" claim. All of it passed through the hands of men like Maguire before it reached the public. He knew. He participated. He stayed silent. Or worse, he amplified.
But the real Maguire emerges in 2008. Smeargate.
Damian McBride. Gordon Brown's spin doctor. Maguire's "long time drinking partner." Together they attended planning meetings at Unite HQ with Derek Draper. The purpose? Create a website called Red Rag to publish sexual fabrications about Conservative politicians. David Cameron. George Osborne's wife. Fabricated stories about STDs and personal lives. The kind of filth that ends careers and destroys families.
Maguire wasn't just aware of this operation. He was a key source. The Guardian confirmed he was "approached and asked to contribute ideas for stories." He attended the meetings. He knew the plan. He provided the material. When the scandal broke in 2009, McBride resigned in disgrace. Draper disappeared. And Maguire? Maguire kept his job. Kept his platform. Kept his access. The smear artist walked away clean.
But not before one final atrocity. At a corporate lobbying event for Hanover Communications, Maguire made a "tasteless seminar remark" comparing David Cameron to Madeleine McCann. The missing child. The tragedy that consumed a nation. Maguire thought it was appropriate to use her name as a political punchline. Guido Fawkes called it a "sick Maddy Cameron jibe." The corporate audience laughed. The working-class boy from South Shields was now so embedded in the establishment he could mock a dead child and call it wit.
This is the pattern. The hypocrisy that defines everything.
While the Mirror's front page screamed about "banker bashing" and "fat cat bonuses," Kevin Maguire was advising BNP Paribas' clients for fees. Cashing in from the semi-nationalised RBS. Serving as "star turn" at corporate lobbying breakfast briefings where he told paying clients the opposite of what he told his readers. To the Mirror audience: "Gordon can win." To the corporate insiders: "Brown is finished." Dual messaging. Double dipping. The socialist who monetizes his access while pretending to fight the power.
The Fabian Society connection confirms the architecture. Maguire spoke at their events alongside Yvette Cooper. Promoted their ideas in his columns. The maximum wage proposal delivered at the 2009 Fabian conference was classic Fabian incrementalism. Not revolution. Permeation. Placing operatives in institutions and slowly bending them toward socialism. Maguire isn't a journalist. He is a permeation agent. A Fabian asset embedded in the British media for four decades.
But the operation never stopped. It just changed targets.
When Jeremy Corbyn became Labour leader, Maguire was there to defend the indefensible. Describing Corbyn's policy book as "bold, radical, fizzing with life-improving ideas." Using the phrase "Comrade Corbyn's little red book" either oblivious to the Maoist connotations or deliberately provocative. Either way, revealing himself as a useful idiot for hard-left entryism.
When Diane Abbott faced multiple antisemitism disciplinary cases, Maguire rushed to her defense. Questioning whether she deserved "loss of the whip" for her letter claiming Jewish people experience "prejudice" not "racism." Defending her July 2025 post referring to the Israel Defense Forces as "Jewish Defence Force" conflating Jewish community with Israeli military actions. Attacking BBC Question Time host Fiona Bruce for "appalling treatment" of Abbott. The pattern is consistent: protect Labour figures facing legitimate criticism while amplifying smears against opponents.
Then came the grooming gangs scandal. October 2025. Good Morning Britain. Maguire defended Labour's refusal to hold a national inquiry into industrial-scale child sexual exploitation. Emphasized that offenders were "not exclusively Asian" despite documented patterns in Rotherham, Rochdale, Telford, Oxford, and dozens of other towns. Viewers complained. Multiple complaints to ITV. One viewer noted: "Kevin Maguire spent his 5+min talking time defending Jess Phillips and not a mention of the victims."
Because for Maguire, the victims are irrelevant. The narrative is everything. Protect the party. Protect the ideology. Protect the Fabian project. Even if it means abandoning 250,000 raped British girls to local inquiries that will never reveal the full truth.
But the true face of the operation emerged in 2024-2026. The "dark arts" campaign against Nigel Farage and Reform UK.
The Spectator documented Labour's strategy: opposition research to target Farage through press smears. And there was Maguire, leading the charge. The "Nasty Nigel" branding. The Jimmy Savile smear amplification Labour's disgraceful attempt to link Farage to paedophiles. The "melted Nigerians" comment in the Daily Mirror: "the poison of horrors who would fill potholes with melted Nigerians." The coordinated attacks on Farage's £5 million donation, which Maguire obsessed over while ignoring Labour's own funding scandals.
The Hope Not Hate nexus. Maguire's Mirror platform used to amplify legal campaigns against Farage. The coordination with Alastair Campbell's "Rest Is Politics" network. Rory Stewart. The anti-populist front. All working together to smear the one political movement that threatens their forty-year hegemony.
And when Ann Widdecombe was murdered in 2026? Maguire's response was despicable. On Good Morning Britain, he suggested Reform UK were using her death as "a diversion to distract from the investigation." Susanna Reid called his remarks "despicable." Viewers called him "vile." "Outrageous." The man who built his career on smearing others had reached the point where he would exploit a murdered politician's death to attack her party.
In June 2025, after twenty years as associate editor, Maguire announced he had "asked to give up" the role. He claimed it was voluntary. The timing suggests otherwise. After Smeargate exposure. After the banker hypocrisy. After the grooming gangs controversy. After forty years of partisan activism disguised as journalism, the Mirror finally eased him out. But kept him on a weekly column. And gave him a podcast with Andrew Pierce. The operation continues. The platform persists. The smears never stop.
This is not a career. This is a forty-year psyop.
From the Fabian Society's permeation strategy to Alastair Campbell's spin machine to Damian McBride's smear operations to the "dark arts" campaign against Farage, Kevin Maguire has been the constant. The working-class cover for establishment corruption. The republican who takes money from banks. The anti-monarchist who advises the semi-nationalised. The journalist who isn't.
He has taken money from BNP Paribas while bashing bankers. He has taken talking points from Campbell while pretending to be independent. He has smeared Conservatives with sexual fabrications while defending Labour antisemitism. He has mocked murdered children and exploited murdered politicians. He has abandoned 250,000 raped girls to protect his party's reputation. And he has done it all with the confidence of a man who knows he will never face consequences.
Because that is the point of the Fabian strategy. Not revolution. Permeation. Embedding operatives so deeply in institutions that they become indistinguishable from the institutions themselves. Maguire doesn't work for the Mirror. He doesn't work for the Guardian. He doesn't work for the Fabian Society, or for Campbell, or for the Labour Party. He works for all of them, interchangeably, because they are all the same operation.
The British media is not free. It is a closed shop run by people like Kevin Maguire who attended the same schools, joined the same societies, attended the same conferences, and took money from the same banks while pretending to fight them. They smear outsiders. They protect insiders. They manufacture consent for wars, for grooming gangs cover-ups, for banker bailouts, for everything the establishment requires.
And when someone like Farage emerges to challenge them? They deploy the "dark arts." The Savile smears. The "Nasty Nigel" branding. The Hope Not Hate lawsuits. The coordinated media campaign to destroy anyone who threatens the regime.
Kevin Maguire is not the disease. He is a symptom. The symptom of a media class that has completely merged with the political class it pretends to hold to account. The symptom of a democracy where the opposition is fake, the debate is scripted, and the journalists are operatives.
But he is also the proof. The proof that the system can be exposed. The proof that the smears can be traced. The proof that the "long time drinking partners" and the Fabian conferences and the banker payments and the "dark arts" campaigns all lead back to the same place: a closed network of power that has captured British institutions for forty years.
The file is complete. The pattern is proven. The operation is exposed.
Kevin Maguire is not a journalist. He is a receipt. A forty-year receipt for the corruption of British democracy. Paid for by BNP Paribas. Signed by Alastair Campbell. Approved by the Fabian Society. And delivered to your doorstep every morning in a red-top wrapper, with a smirk and a sneer and the absolute confidence that you will never notice what he really is.
You have noticed.
The Moon Is Not A Rock. 🌖
It Is A Luminary.
A Light In The Firmament.
The Sun Rules The Day. ☀️
The Moon Rules The Night. 🌙
Two Great Lights.
One Creation. 👁️✨
Here's Your Middle East Conflict Lesson for Today
1. Every country is working in unison, to bring about agenda 2030.
2. It's a small group vs all of humanity.
3. That small group runs all countries already including Iran.
4. Agenda 2030 includes no one flying or driving, plus a plunging of society back into the dark ages with limited production of all goods and services.
5. In order to accomplish Agenda 2030, the oil must be removed.
6. The only time the public will accept not driving, flying or their local stores out of goods (AKA communism) is a fake war, where fake sides fake battle and destroy real oil/energy infrastructure.
7. Yes, in these fake wars they do indeed kill real civilians and real soldiers on both sides, because dead people cement the fake preplanned war as "real" in the minds of the TV viewers.
8. Iran has been told to hit oil refineries outside Iran, the US has been told to hit oil depots inside Iran, other nations are told to leave their energy infrastructure open for attack......and the public is mind controlled to believe that Hulk Hogan and Randy Macho Man Savage don't all work for the same boss. All the actors are hired and paid by the same movie studio folks........all of them.
9. When your food shelves are empty, after a massive inflation wave makes you broke and after travel restrictions increase (to the new mind control mantra "STAY HOME SAVE GAS") then you'll know how completely naive people have been to believe that all these governments (who all attacked their own people with the COVID jab in 2020) care about we the people.
10. Iran poisoned their own people with the jabs (just like the West, while supposedly hating the West), as did Israel, as did the US and as did every other country that are fighting and participating in this WWF Wrestle Mania Event.
Wake up, the countries are fake, you're being hunted. Break the government spell. They're all working together, against you and your family. Even if it was all fake and AI generated pictures, they're still going to raise your gas prices anyways and try to put in their Agenda 2030 restrictions.
Start warning the others.
You're in a movie and everyone on TV is reading a script written by the one big movie studio.
Your politicians are paid actors.
.It seems unlikely that @bobscartoons went to the funeral of a man he never met, whom he never visited while that man was dying, that he went to the funeral in casual clothes and was photographed there laughing alongside a man whose hair was styled into devil horns.
@TruthFairy131 Same all over Europe... the zionists are quite open about their plans on destroying the white race but when you talk about it you get called racist and anti-semetic 🤷🏼♂️
The year is 1949.
The Nobel Prize in Medicine has just gone to the man who invented the lobotomy. Your doctor suggests one for your sister, who has not been herself since the baby came. It is the most celebrated advance in psychiatry of the age, and he is simply current. By the time the prize curdles into an embarrassment, close to twenty thousand Americans have had the operation, and proportionally more here in Britain.
The year is 1956.
Lay the baby down on his front, the doctor says. So does the most trusted childcare book ever written, the one on every new mother's shelf. On his back he might choke, the reasoning goes. Millions obey. The advice holds for nearly thirty years, long after the evidence has quietly turned, and a generation of cot deaths is counted before anyone thinks to roll the babies over.
The year is 1966.
A bestselling book informs your wife that menopause is a disease, that she is, in the author's word, a castrate, and that a small daily pill will keep her youthful and tolerable to live with. Her doctor agrees. The drug becomes one of the most prescribed in the country. Nobody mentions that the author sat on the payroll of the company that made it. That detail surfaces decades later, in the same year the landmark trial is halted early for raising rates of breast cancer, stroke and clots.
The year is 1979.
Your ulcer is caused by stress and sharp food, the doctor explains. Calm down, drink milk, take the antacid that happens to be the best-selling medicine on earth. Two Australians are about to prove that most ulcers are caused by a bacterium and cured by a fortnight of antibiotics. The profession laughs. One of them eventually drinks a beaker of the stuff to settle the matter. The establishment takes the better part of twenty years to stop laughing. The Nobel lands in 2005.
The year is 1985.
Butter is dangerous, the doctor says. Switch to margarine, it is modern, it is heart-healthy, the experts are united. The spread he nudges you toward is loaded with trans fats, which the next decade will identify as the genuinely dangerous one, and which will eventually be banned outright. The butter goes quietly back in the fridge. No correction is ever printed at the volume of the original warning.
The year is 1992.
There is a pyramid on the surgery wall, and the very same one in your grandchild's classroom. Bread, cereal, rice and pasta form the broad virtuous base, up to eleven servings a day. Fat is exiled to the tiny tip. The chart was reportedly held back a year while the relevant industries had their say. It is wrong at the bottom and wrong at the top.
Now it is today.
Your doctor has new guidelines, new studies, a fresh consensus, delivered with precisely the steady confidence of every guideline above. He believes it, and he has good reason to. So did every doctor in this thread. None of them were villains. Each was sincere, most were kind, and all were certain, reading from a map that somebody else had drawn and handed them. That is the part worth sitting with.
So when the man in the white coat tells you what to eat, what to fear, and what to swallow every morning for the rest of your life, you are allowed to ask. Who paid for the study. What the evidence says beneath the headline. What he was just as certain about thirty years ago, and where that advice sits now.
Then make up your own mind. Call it scepticism, or call it whatever your grandmother called it when she ignored the advert, kept the butter where it was, and lived to ninety-one.
It has outlasted every consensus on this list. It will outlast this one too.
🚨LE TEMPS S’ACCÉLÈRE VRAIMENT 😱
💥En 1968, une horloge soviétique montre les secondes qui passent normalement.
En 2025, la même horloge tourne presque DEUX FOIS plus vite.
Ce n’est pas qu’une impression.
Les moines du Mont Athos — qui utilisent depuis des siècles les mêmes bougies fabriquées à la main pour 24 heures — constatent aujourd’hui que ces bougies brûlent bien plus longtemps que 24 heures.
Leurs prières quotidiennes, qui duraient toujours le même temps, prennent maintenant nettement plus longtemps.
Ils l’affirment clairement :
1968 = 24 heures
2026 = ±18–19 heures
Quelque chose de fondamental est en train de changer dans le flux même du temps.
Avez-vous aussi l’impression que les jours passent de plus en plus vite ? 👇
NORWAY’S JEWISH RITUAL TRAP.
Here where i live, stands the world-famous Vigeland Sculpture Park.
Reptiles. Demons.
Children devoured alive.
Pure blasphemy.
And yes, the sculptor himself, Gustav Vigeland, had Ashkenazi-Jewish origins.