by Julian Rose
Here we are. No more speculation about 'what awaits around the corner'; the jail keepers are escorting us down the concrete corridor and the cell keys are hanging from his belt. Each one of us, in turn, convicted - without notice and without trial – of being Human and electing to express ourselves accordingly. That is the new definition of 'terrorist'.
The battle lines are drawn; there is no other way to honestly state it, we are in the fight of – and for - our lives. We go forward, with the courage and conviction which comes with refusing to be derailed from the path of truth. Or, capitulate to the central control system and fall into a very dark pit from which there is no charted escape.
We shall know each other by the calibre of our actions. We do not have to wear a badge announcing 'the resistance'. The army that we are becoming is forming organically. No uniform required, no 'uniformity' visible. We know our task and do not need to wait for a command.