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The Web

The Internet, There is a claim that governments and 'Big Tech' is using the web to spy on, control, and manipulate information and therefore the thinking of the people.

Blockchain technologies like Qortal with Jason Crowe are developing and offering secure decentralized networks of exchange on the the internet. We should always remember that dependence upon the internet is still The Web.

Just like the poem of the The Spider and the Fly we should not be flattered and lulled into a false sense of safety when it comes to anything on the internet.

There are already laws on the books that you cannot make a communications code that the government cannot crack. We need to be as wise as the serpant but as harmless as doves.

You need to create a living network that is independent of the web. That does not mean that we cannot use some of these technologies but it does mean that we must think beyond them with a more masterful plan that has proven itself in the past.

We have started a network opportunity on The Web based on your location for the purpose of creating a network of small interconnected groups that are not dependent on the web and by its nature and purpose may allow the building of social trust and social virtues in an Intentional community.

Because of its purpose and voluntary nature the living network will be able to filter out those who should not be trusted. Yes, it may begin for some on the world wide web but it should through human contact and real living connections renewed through voluntarism and local community care build a 'living network' independent of the Internet and what is often metaphorically called THE WEB.

Do not imagine that things and tactics of the world will remain the same. There is a spirit of force and control among the principalities in high places. Their reset is real but it is not The Greatest Reset. Their New Deal is not that new nor is it righteous.

The answer to the efforts of the Cains, Nimrods, Pharaohs and Caesars of the world has always included a network of faith and charity rather than force, fear, and fealty. It has always include the flesh and blood of souls in a natural living network of love.

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The Spider and the Fly

"Will you walk into my parlour?" said a spider to a fly;
" 'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy.
The way into my parlour is up a winding stair,
And I have many pretty things to shew when you are there."
"Oh no, no!" said the little fly, "to ask me is in vain,
For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again."

"I'm sure you must be weary, with soaring up so high,
Will you rest upon my little bed?" said the spider to the fly.
"There are pretty curtains drawn around, the sheets are fine and thin;
And if you like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in."
"Oh no, no!" said the little fly, "for I've often heard it said,
They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed!"

Said the cunning spider to the fly, "Dear friend, what shall I do,
To prove the warm affection I've always felt for you?
I have, within my pantry, good store of all that's nice;
I'm sure you're very welcome—will you please to take a slice?"
"Oh no, no!" said the little fly, "kind sir, that cannot be,"
I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see."

"Sweet creature!" said the spider, "you're witty and you're wise.
How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes!
I have a little looking-glass upon my parlour shelf,
If you'll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself."
"I thank you, gentle sir," she said, "for what you're pleased to say,
And bidding you good morning now, I'll call another day."

The spider turned him round about, and went into his den,
For well he knew, the silly fly would soon come back again:
So he wove a subtle web, in a little corner, sly,
And set his table ready, to dine upon the fly.
Then he went out to his door again, and merrily did sing,
"Come hither, hither, pretty fly, with the pearl and silver wing;
Your robes are green and purple---there's a crest upon your head;
Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead."

Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little fly,
Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by;
With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew,
Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue:—
Thinking only of her crested head, poor foolish thing!—At last
Up jumped the cunning spider, and fiercely held her fast.

He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den,
Within his little parlour—but she ne'er came out again!
—And now, dear little children, who may this story read,
To idle, silly, flattering words, I pray you ne'er give heed:
Unto an evil counsellor, close heart, and ear, and eye,
And take a lesson from this tale, of the Spider and the Fly.

Poem by Mary Howitt. Originally published in 1829.

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