Human Race Get Off Your Knees: The Lion Sleeps No More

747 Pages·2010·74.81 MB·English

by  David Icke

I-iUMAN RACE
GET OFF YOUR I<NEES

The Lion Sleeps No More

David leke

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Original Illustrations in this book are by
Neil Hague

Neil is a British artist, illustrator and visionary, whose

work is dedicated to the 'truth vibrations',

For over 15 years Neil's work has appeared on book covers

all over the world and he has had numerous exhibitions

of his highly individual and imaginative paintings across the UK.

Those that have seen Neil lecture have often described

his work as neo-shamanic, healing and from the heart.

He has also written three books including recently his first

lJIustrated Graphic Novel

Kokoro - The New Jersllsolem & the Rise of the n'ue Hum.on Being

For more information about his books, lectw'es, prints, workshops

and original paintings found in this book visit

www.neilhague.com

Dedication

To the extraordinary Linda, my rock in every storm.

To the wonderful Yeva, my great, great friend, who left

us during the writing of this book.

To Kerry, Gareth and Jaymie for all their support no
matter what.

To Carol Clarke and Linda Smith for their unwavering

support.

To Credo Mutwa ... I am so proud to call you my friend.

To my mate, Neil Hague.

To the self-obsessed and destructive people who have

come into my life and done so much damage to my
health, work and finances while claiming to 'support' me.
I have done what I have done and I will do what I will do
despite you, and you will have to live with that for the rest
of your lives - and beyond. You know who you are (or
perhaps, through cognitive dissonance, you don't).

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Other books and DVDs by David Icke

Books

The David Icke Guide to the Global Conspiracy (and how to end it)

Infinite Love is the Only Truth, Everything Else is Illusion

Tales from the Time Loop

Alice in Wonderland and the World Trade Center Disaster

Children Of The Matrix

The Biggest Secret

I Am Me • I Am Free

... And The Truth Shall Set You Free - 21st century edition

Lifting The Veil

The Robots' Rebellion

Heal the World

Truth Vibrations

It Doesn't Have To Be Like This

DVDs

Beyond the Cutting Edge - Exposing the Dreamworld We Believe to be Real

Freedom or Fascism: the Time to Choose

Secrets of the Matrix

From Prison to Paradise

Turning Of The Tide

The Freedom Road

Revelations Of A Mother Goddess

Speaking Out

The Reptilian Agenda

Details of availability at the back of this book

and through the website www.davldlcke.com

Rise Like Lions

What is Freedom? - ye can tell
That which slavery is, too well -
For its very name has grown
To an echo of your own.

Tis to work and have such pay
As just keeps life from day to day
In your limbs, as in a cell
For the tyrant's use to dwell,

So that ye for them are made
Loom, and plough, and sword, and spade,
With or without your own will bent
To their defence and nourishment.

Tis to see your children weak
With their mothers pine and peak,
When the winter winds are bleak-
They are dying whilst Ispeak.

Tis to hunger for such diet
As the rich man in his riot
Casts to the fat dogs that lie
Surfeiting beneath his eye;

Tis to let the Ghost of Gold
Take from Toil a thousandfold
More that eer its substance could
In the tyrannies of old.

Paper coin - that forgery
Of the title-deeds, which ye
Hold to something of the worth
Ofthe inheritance of Earth.

Tis to be a slave in soul
And to hold no strong control
Over your own wills, but be
All that others make of yeo

And at length when ye complain
With a murmur weak and vain
Tis to see the tyrant's crew
Ride over your wives and you -
Blood is on the grass like dew.

Then it is to feel revenge
Fiercely thirsting to exchange
Blood for blood - and wrong for wrong -
Do not thus when ye are strong.

This is slavery - savage men
Or wild beasts within a den
Would endure not as ye do -
But such ills they never knew.

What art thou Freedom? 01 could slaves
Answer from their living graves
This demand - tyrants would flee
Like a dreams dim imagery:

Let a great Assembly be
Of the fearless and the free
On some spot of English ground
Where the plains stretch wide around.

Let the blue sky overhead,
The green earth on which ye tread,
All that must eternal be
Witness the solemnity.

Ye who suffer woes untold,
Or to feel, or to behold
Your lost country bought and sold
With a price of blood and gold -

Let a vast assembly be,
And with great solemnity
Declare with measured words that yeo

Are, as God has made ye, free
And these words shall then become
Like Oppression's thundered doom
Ringing through each heart and brain,
Heard again - again - again.

Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number -
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you-
Ye are many - they are few.

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Selected verses from The Mask ofAnarchy by Percy Bysshe Shelley. It was written after the
Peterloo massacre carried out by the British government in Manchester in 1819 against
people who had gathered to demand the reform of parliamentary representation.

If...

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son I

Rudyard Kipling

Now IThink I Know...

Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know
The darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colours on the snowy linen land.

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now.

Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue
Colours changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now.

Don McLean

The Human Story

There is an Eastern tale that speaks about a very rich magician who
had a great many sheep. But at the same time this magician was very
mean. He did not want to hire shepherds, nor did he want to erect a
fence about the pasture where the sheep were grazing. The sheep
consequently often wandered into the forest, fell into ravines and so
on and, above all, they ran away, for they knew that the magician
wanted their flesh and their skins, and this they did not like.

At last, the magician found a remedy. He hypnotised his sheep and
suggested to them, first of all, that they were immortal and that no
harm was being done to them when they were skinned; that on the
contrary, it would be very good for them and even pleasant;
secondly, he suggested that the magician was a good master who
loved his flock so much that he was ready to do anything in the
world for them; and in the third place, he suggested that if anything
at all was going to happen to them, it was not going to happen just
then, at any rate not that day, and therefore they had no need to
think about it. Further, the magician suggested to his sheep that they
were not sheep at all; to some of them he suggested that they were
lions, to some that they were eagles, to some that they were men, to
others that they were magicians.

After this, all his cares and worries about the sheep came to an end.
They never ran away again, but quietly waited the time when the
magician would require their flesh and skins.

This tale is a very good illustration of man's position.

G I Gurdjieff, quoted by PD Ouspensky in his book, In Search of the
Miraculous, 1949.

Nothing Is Impossible -
Unless We Think It Is

Imagine being able to walk through walls.
You wouldn't have to bother with opening doors; you could pass right through them. You
wouldn't have to go around buildings; you could enter them through their walls and
pillars and out through the back wall. You wouldn't have to detour around mountains;
you could step right into them. When hungry, you could simply reach through the
refrigerator door without opening it. You could never be accidentally locked outside your
car; you could simply step through the car door.

Imagine being able to disappear or reappear at will.
Instead of driving to school or work, you would just vanish and rematerialize in your
classroom or office. You wouldn't need an airplane to visit far-away places, you could just
vanish and rematerialize where you wanted. You would never be stuck in city traffic during
rush hours; you and your car would simply disappear and rematerialize at your destination.

Imagine having x-ray eyes.
You would be able to see accidents happening from a distance. After vanishing and
rematerializing at the site of any accident, you could see exactly where the victims were,
even if they were buried under debris.

Imagine being able to reach into an object without opening it.
You could extract the sections from an orange without peeling or cutting it. You would be
hailed as a master surgeon, with the ability to repair the internal organs of patients
without ever cutting the skin, thereby greatly reducing pain and the risk of infection. You
would simply reach into the person's body, passing directly through the skin, and perform
the delicate operation.

Imagine what a criminal could do with these powers. He could enter the most heavily
guarded bank. He could see through the massive doors of the vault for the valuables and
case and reach inside and pull them out. He could then stroll outside as the bullets from
the guards passed right through him.

With these powers, no prison could hold a criminal. No secrets could be kept from us. No
treasures could be hidden from us. No obstructions could stop us. We would truly be
miracle workers, performing feats beyond the comprehension of mortals. We would also
be omnipotent.

What being could possess such God-like power?
The answer: a being from a higher-dimensional world.

Physicist Dr Michio Kaku, author of Hyperspace: A Scientific Odyssey Through Parallel
Universes, Time Warps, and the Tenth Dimension

Contents

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I Am Not David Icke..................................................................................
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No Brick in the Wall..................................................................................
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'What's Goo-in' On, Our Dave?'
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'You Only Have to Follow the Clues
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45
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'Will You Walk Into My Parlour?' said the Spider to the Fly........................
63
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Spider Men...............................................................................................
78
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Zion Mainframe........................................................................................
98
8
Selling The Movie
130
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Selling The Movie (2)
163
10
He Said They're What?
194
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Serpent Worship.......................................................................................
229
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Encoded Truth
263

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So, Where Are They?
286
14
Spaceship Moon.......................................................................................
299
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The Voice.................................................................................................
320
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Virtual-Reality Game.................................................................................
331
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The Cosmic Internet
361
18
Decoding Reality.......................................................................................
386
19
The Moon Matrix......................................................................................
405

Neil Hague Colour Gallery
20
Game Plan (1) Destroying Human Health
440
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Game Plan (2) The Cull................
458
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Game Plan (3): War on Mind and Body.............
482
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Game Plan (4) Different Masks - Same Face..............................................
503
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Game Plan (5): 'World' Everything............................................................
529
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Game Plan (6): Assault on Freedom..........................................................
552
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Game Plan (7): Stealing the Children.........................................................
573
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Game Plan (8): The Useful Idiots...............................................................
583
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Breaking the Spell.....................................................................................
602
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The Uprising.............................................................................................
622

Appendix 1- Students and staff at the Fabian Society's
London School of Economics
646
Appendix II - Confessions of a Satanist
659
Bibliography.............................................................................................
675
Index........................................................................................................
678

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Humanity is at a fork in the road, and we can no longer
stand there staring at the map pondering which direction
to take. It is hardly a choice, after all.

One road leads to a global fascist/communist dictatorship
that would control every aspect of our lives, including our
thoughts. The other will open the door to freedom and
potential on a scale never experienced in the 'world' as we
have known it.

Hard one, isn't it?

A choice between a prison and a paradise?

Wow! Decisions, decisions, decisions.

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To put your head in the sand
you have to be on your knees

If a tornado is coming, what is the most effective response? To bury
your head in the sand and convince yourself it's not coming?

That would be fine for a while, but the tornado is still coming and
your backside is in the air and right in its flight path. Ignorance
appears to be bliss, and then ...

Is it not more intelligent to acknowledge the tornado, get off your
knees, turn around and face it? In doing so, you are taking control of
the situation and giving yourself the power to take avoiding action.

This is the choice that humanity is faced with today.

Remember: ignorance may be bliss ... but only for a while.

Knock, knock, knock.

'Darling, who can that be at this time of night?'

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I Am Not David Icke

The only tyrant I accept in this world is the 'still small voice' within
Mahatma Gandhi

I have lived a strange life; well, very strange by most people's standards, but it doesn't
feel strange to me at all now. It did once, to be sure. One minute I was a respected
television anchorman, the next I was possibly the most widely-ridiculed figure in British
history. What happened? I woke up. Ironically, while the world was dubbing me
'insane', I was in the process of regaining my sanity. I was becoming conscious, or at
least more so.
In fact, the 'I' in the context of these words is not an '1' at all. It is an experience called
'David leke'. The real '1', the eternal'!', is the Consciousness I was 'becoming' -
reconnecting with - while 'David Icke', my human 'personality', or 'experience', was
being labelled the 'crazy man'. Humanity is so desperately confused about the
difference between the real 'I' - the Consciousness that is their eternal self - and what
we call the human body/ mind / personality. One is who we are and the other is what we
are experiencing. It is this confusion that leads to billions of people living out their false
identities, believing that this is who they are. I am Ethel Brown ... I am Charlie Smith ...
I was born here ... work there... like to go to Spain for my holidays. Thus, they see
themselves overwhelmingly in terms of limitation - I can't, little me, 'Joe Public', I have
no power. This suits the networks of global manipulation and control because, to state
the obvious, it is far easier to shepherd and suppress billions of 'Ethel Browns' and
'Charlie Smiths' than billions who know that their primary state is eternal
Consciousness, All That Is, Has Been and Ever Can Be. We are not our bodies; we are
Infinite Consciousness having an experience through our bodies (Fig 1 overleaf).
Let me make it clear where I am coming from in this book right at the start, because
everything you will read relates to this, including my own'story' (experience). We live in
a virtual-reality universe, very well symbolised by the Matrix movie trilog}', although
there is far more to it than that. We are not our bodies, nor even our minds. These are the
vehicles that allow us to experience the virtual-reality universe, a fantastically advanced
version of the Internet in many ways, as we shall see. Hyou want to access the Internet
and 'experience' what it has to offer, you can't just log-on by yourself. You need a conduit,
or interface, that lets you go 'online'. We call this interface a computer, and the virtual-

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reality universe oPerates in much the same way, though, of course, on an infinitely greater
level of sophistication. We are talking spaceships to counting-beads by comparison, and

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