Freedom

The 3rd track of Miles Davis’s 1972 album “On the Corner”

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Veoma zanimljiva prezentacija Davida Icke.
David Icke govori o začuđujućoj priči o tome kako je svijet danas kontroliran od strane “kraljevskih” krvnih linija začetih u drevnom svijetu koji kroz povijest manipuliraju ljudskom rasom već tisuće godina.
Krvne linije kraljeva i kraljica u dalekoj prošlosti zapravo su iste krvne linije koje danas predstavljaju političke vođe i one koji kontroliraju banke, transnacionalna korporacije i medije.
Koristeći stotine ilustracija, Icke otkriva ovu najveću tajnu i objašnjava kako i zašto se ovaj svijet pretvara u globalnu fašističku državu – ukoliko se ubrzo ne “probudimo”.
Icke nudi duhovni (ne vjerski) put prema slobodi i govori da možemo promijeniti svijet i naše živote mijenjajući sebe i razumijevajući našu istinsku snagu za oblikovanje vlastite sudbine.
Što se dogodilo? Što se događa? Što se može dogoditi?

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tri2061990http://gdata.youtube.com/feeds/api/users/tri2061990MusicYankee, Doodle, and, Battle, Cry, of, Fredom, March, America, FolkYankee Doodle and Battle Cry of Fredom

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A conclusion to the story of escaping the ordinary. But really it was us having fun! Who would have thought so many people would be so keen to charge over a hill covered in face paint? Edited by Hannah Cooper, music by Steve Cooper.

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Robin Hood Realtor Should Not Have Pulled me Over Twice in Twenty Minutes because Feedom and Justice Will Prevail

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Roch the win i the clear day’s dawin
Blaws the clouds heilster-gowdie owre the bay
But thair’s mair nor a roch win blawin
Thro the Great Glen o the warl the day
It’s a thocht that wad gar our rottans
Aa thae rogues that gang gallus fresh an gay
Tak the road an seek ither loanins
Wi thair ill-ploys tae sport an play

Nae mair will our bonnie callants
Merch tae war whan our braggarts crousely craw
Nor wee weans frae pitheid an clachan
Murn the ships sailin doun the Broomielaw
Broken faimilies in launs we’ve hairriet
Will curse ‘Scotlan the Brave’ nae mair, nae mair
Black an white ane-til-ither mairriet
Mak the vile barracks o thair maisters bare

Sae come aa ye at hame wi freedom
Never heed whit the houdies croak for Doom
In yer hous aa the bairns o Aidam
Will fin breid, barley-bree an paintit room
Whan MacLean meets wi’s friens in Springburn
Aa thae roses an geeans will turn tae blume
An a black laud frae yont Nyanga
Dings the fell gallows o the burghers doun.

Translation

It’s a rough wind in the clear day’s dawning
Blows the clouds head-over-heels across the bay
But there’s more than a rough wind blowing
Through the Great Glen of the world today

It’s a thought that would make our rodents,

All those rogues who strut and swagger,
Take the road and seek other pastures
To carry out their wicked schemes

No more will our fine young men
March to war at the behest of jingoists and imperialists

Nor will young children from mining communities and rural hamlets
Mourn the ships sailing off down the River Clyde

Broken families in lands we’ve helped to oppress
will never again have reason to curse the sound of advancing Scots

Black and white, united in friendship and marriage,
Will result in the military garrisons being adandoned and empty

So come all you who love freedom
Pay no attention to the prophets of doom

In your house all the children of Adam
Will be welcomed with food, drink and hospitality

When the spirit of John MacLean returns to his people

All the flowers will blossom
And black Africa will bring crashing down
All Imperialism’s dreadful apparatus of oppression.

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