O Charnwood, be thou called the choicest of thy kind,

The like in any place what flood hath happed to find?

No tract in all this isle, the proudest let her be.

Can show a sylvan nymph for beauty like to thee:

The satyrs and the fawns, by Dian set to keep.

Rough hills and forest holts were sadly seen to weep,

When thy high-palmed harts, the sport of bows and hounds.

By gripple borderers' hands were banished thy grounds.

The Driades that were wont about thy lawns to rove.

To trip from wood to wood and scud from grove to grove.

On Sharpley that were seen, and Chadman's aged rocks.

Against the rising sun to braid their silver locks;

And with the harmless elves, on heathy Pardon's height.

By Cynthia's colder beams to play them night by night,

Exiled their sweet abode, to poor bare commons fled,

They with the oaks that lived, now with the oaks are dead

Michael Drayton

Robert Bakewell obtained great celebrity worldwide with his improvements to the breed of the useful animal.

His technique was known as the “in and in process”, he often said “like produces like” while discussing his delicate workings. His cattle were revered for their docile qualities.

The public are led to believe Dolly the sheep was the first of her kind, the following statement was taken from;

The Human Harvest, written by David Star Jorden.

“In selective breeding with any domesticated animal or plant, it is possible, with a little attention, to produce wonderful changes for the better. Almost anything may be accomplished with time and patience.

To select for posterity those Individuals which best meet our needs or please our fancy, and to destroy those with unfavourable qualities, is the function of artificial selection.

Add to this the occasional crossing of unlike forms to promote new and desirable variations, and we have the whole secret of selective breeding. This process Youatt (author of Humanity to brutes) calls the “magic wand” by which man may summon up and bring into existence any form of animal or plant useful to him or pleasing to his fancy”

1907, The Beacon press, inc.

Mr Bakewell created his animals by hybridisation, his creations were known as “Leicester’s” and “The Leicester Long Horns”. Robert’s success spoke for itself as Janet Spavold states

“The Leicester’s which spread into every part of the United Kingdom and to Europe and America in little more than fifty years”

Roberts success did have a darker side, the techniques used were often described as aggressive, many animals didn’t make it, which in turn left many orphans in the animal kingdom. The influx of orphans are mentioned once or twice in older agriculture books from the Victorian era.

The grotesqueness and horror of the goings on are also noted.

Despite Bakewell’s success and skill, I came up empty handed while searching for records describing Roberts schooling or any formal education for that matter. I then searched his family linage to see if I could shed light of the mystery, I found the following statement interesting;

The Royal Agricultural Society of England state;

“The truth appears to be that his nearer ancestors, whether as landowners or as tenants, had been engaged in agricultural pursuits, and that he was the descendant of a very old and highly respectable family. The exact social position of his forefathers may not perhaps, be in the general public interest”.

Ive read several accounts which describe livestock being dressed up in man clothes. When visitors came to Dishley Grange, staff would bring the cattle in one at a time, guests could dress the cattle themselves.

Another concerning account I found described animals repeatedly escaping from their enclosure, Robert came up with a genius idea, he decided to flood the fields, which gave the animals foot rot, rendering the animals uncapable of escape.

Ive seen this account retold in a local poem, its worded in an esoteric way so the general reader remains unaware of the true concept that’s being portrayed. If anybody wants the poem let me know as I have it.

Dishley grange attaches to the village of Hathern, previously known as wicked Hathen.

Hathern was named as the place described as “A cage for every unclean beast” in the Bibles book of Revelation.

In an older publication describing the farm I found this story;

Excursions in Leicestershire, describes a particular animal;

“The long-famed old cow”, he says, “stood like a venerable ruin on props of magnificent architecture, bulging fine limbs enfeebled with old age…

She is now 25 years old and has been esteemed by judges, one of the finest animals of that species ever bred. She now lives in an asylum; a meadow full of keep set apart to soothe her passage to earth, for in the slaughter house she is not to make her exit”.

I’m going off track a little, but I think the asylum tells an interesting tale from the same time frame.

Surprisingly I found Hathern had a private Asylum. Going further I found a paper written by Carrie Laverick, submitted to The Open University under the heading “Pauper Insanity Within Victorian Leicester”. The paper examines evidence to find the root cause to the sudden influx of the mentally insane. The paper looks at the time period of 1870-1890.

By 1864 the primary asylum in Leicester was deemed at full capacity, a second asylum was then opened. This allowed patients from Nottingham and derby to be placed. Derby didn’t have its own asylum until 1888 but quickly became unfit for purpose with the unforeseen increase in the population of pauper insane towards the end of the nineteenth century.

This documents online and free to read.

You can make what you will of BakeTwat, one thing I’m going to show is that all of this is connected, nothing is random. What ive put forward may not make sense today but this is one piece of a larger puzzle.

Ive written only a snippet of the story to give you a general idea of the kind of vermin were dealing with, theres more names that lead right up into day, these people work in the dark against humanity, they never rest. They have been manipulating us for a long time, it’s going on today with our food, water, air, form our views through television and media TV. Anything to keep us down.

I’m going to show you who they are, what they are, how they think, and ultimately what needs to be done to untangle them us. Where we live is the centre to this, in the coming weeks you’ll start to understand why our homelands are so important. It’s no accident they’ve chosen Leicestershire/Charnwood as the centre point for the New World Order Agenda. They have been manipulating us for a long time, its going on today with our food, water, air. Anything to keep us down.

Its not the easiest of information to learn, in fact its dam right scary when you learn the real ways of the world. If you don’t want to know I won’t be offended if you delete yourself from my Facebook account, but I promise its not all doom and gloom. There is a light at the end of the tunnel and its not a steam train!

Next week I’m going to put together a piece on the standing stones around the midlands. Ive seem them described in books and poems like this “Stonehenge a stripling of me”.

The stones align with close by cities, the stones were placed on holy ground (natures holy, not the wish-wash version given in books written by man to deter us from the true sacred). The powers always been there.

I don’t know if anyone’s aware but were given our horoscopes as a connection to the planets and stars, yet the elites follow sidereal astrology religiously.

Everything is either based, aligned or influenced by sidereal astrology. Its kept from the public because they don’t want real knowledge or wisdom in the hands of the surfs, they might get a stirring for freedom… It makes me think of the indigenous people who held on to their knowledge, have all been systematically slaughtered the whole planet over, the survivors colonised.

We all know somethings broken in our world, Humanity is at the cross roads, we have two paths to choose from.

One leads us back home, we heal the severed split, connect back to nature. I’m fully aware theres no way back to Eden, I say we create a life for ourselves that’s even better. Show our next generations a better way.

We live in a society that’s been engineered, it’s a cold, materialist world, void of any real purpose.

I know it’s not just me that feels it, it’s the void feeling in your gut, no matter what you buy, take or drink can dull the pain away. The ruling elite knows this about us, they’ve studied us, watched every move we make, 24 hours a day. People need to learn that their different from us, they look the same but their nothing like us, they don’t feel emotions the same as we do, their unhuman in every sense of the word.

They keep us busy working jobs that ultimately produce nothing of value, pay us with paper that isn’t backed by anything, its printed in the back room whenever these fuckers fancy, our minds are worked constantly with entertainment, phones, anything to keeps us busy. Information we take in has been designed to keep us locked into a logical, scientific way thinking, incapable of thinking and to shun away or dismiss information that contradicts the main steams narrative. Our thoughts are moulded to believe in false notions about authority, conditioned to believe authority has more claim over our life then we do. The parasitic class know once we connect back to our true essence its game over for them, you can’t rule a man who knows who he is.

This is why the worlds so crazy, they keep us in a state of trauma, bombard constantly with useless information. When traumatised a person refuses to learn truths that feel uncomfortable, it’s a built-in protection mechanism. Only through learning the truth will you know how to protect yourself from the tools they use to manipulate you.

People normally fall onto a path of truth seeking after deep suffering or trauma, one thing about rock bottom, you see clearly.

The process you go through when awakening is called the dark night of the soul, its painful but essential, your first steps on The hero’s Journey.

I don’t need to tell you where the other path leads, you already know…

It’s time to Remember