There is one freedom Nelson Mandela did not have to fight for… the freedom to inhabit one’s own land– free of toxic waste.

Despite Shell’s dirty record in Nigeria and elsewhere, the company continues to try to falsely portray itself as “green” in its advertising, a practice known as “greenwashing.” The U.K.’s Advertising Standards Authority (ASA) has found that Shell’s environmental claims violated advertising rules. In 2007, Friends of the Earth filed complaints about a Shell ad featuring an oil refinery emitting flowers that was accompanied by a claim that its carbon dioxide waste was used to grow flowers. The chairman of ASA called it “a ridiculous claim” and Shell was forced to pull the ad. In 2008, the ASA banned Shell’s ad that claimed it was building a “profitable and sustainable future” through its development of the largest oil refinery in the U.S. and its petroleum mining in a Canadian oil sands deposit.

Nigeria must fight this one, for I am going under… I am losing my capacity to…elirueqwo ifr vortex-jv;eir j[otrjq’trgkpb   the horror…. oh the horror…I have heard of this happening before here. Coulditb;;;

Last night I met Mandela in my dream.  He was ashen-faced and despairing.  He told me to dig deep for the truth.  He told me to see through the wave of media-hype that would flood the world about a current situation. I woke up in sweat.  I was awake but I felt like I was still dreaming.   I saw a tidal wave of oil; thousands of people of all races and creeds, caught the undertow, people clinging to whatever they can to save themselves. And yet they were silent; devoid of any emotion… and what is more haunting… they all had green slime oozing from their eyes and ears.  What had they not heard? What had they not seen?  This is quite unsettling.  I will be away for a while to meditate on this dream.

I write now to forewarn the unsuspecting of a more current danger that has grown out of the apartheid years.  Something that has an uncanny similarity to the stifling of freedoms.  Something that stifles emotions, feelings, thoughts and the stories we dare to speak.

The strange markings on the face and neck, something sinister, something quite alien is stalking us…. but why? I also read of similar markings appearing before the death of Princess Diana in Paris, could this be a strange coincidence? Read this account to decide yourself.

A member of the Ogoniland tribe, and descendent of the murdered Ken Saro-Wiwa, came to me with worrying reports about an oil company delegate who brought in the recent military contractors who executed three Ogoni people.. He said the Shell Oil Representative had green pocked markings spreading across his neck as he refuted his involvement in the executions. Evidently, he too, was apoplectic with rage.  What do President Botha and this oil representative have in common?  They both tell unspeakable lies and both suffer from frightening self-righteous rage.  Are both these men possessed by an alien force?  It’s time to walk between the worlds and gather the wisdom of the future.

If only they had blogs in those feisty days—change would have happened much faster. And obviously some of you still don’t get it.  So if you just got your internet license, rentboy, here’s what Mandela said in 1964

During my lifetime I have dedicated myself to the struggle of the African people. I have fought against white domination, and I have fought against black domination. I have cherished the ideal of a democratic and free society in which all persons live together in harmony and with equal opportunities. It is an ideal which I hope to live for and to achieve. But if needs be, it is an ideal for which I am prepared to die.

Your attitude to life is the only real freedom you have any choice over, while in prison.  But when you get out of prison, the biggest freedom you have is your choice of how you influence others through your attitude.  Some of you are still prisoners in your mind.

Mandela’s Prison cell at Robben Island,

After my release from prison, I spent five years  influencing the civil unrest among the black population when President Botha tried to crush Mandela’s outlawed organisation, the ANC.  Oh yes! Mandela’s party was so strong, even removing him could not dampen the spirit that demanded to be heard.  And when they forced me out of South Africa, I worked from afield precipitating his release. I predicted the South Africa’s brutal raids on Zambia, Zimbabwe and Botswana and foresaw the international sporting boycotts that followed.   I am still haunted by the strange markings that formed on President Botha’s neck as he resigned.  It was though he would explode into a thousand pieces in apoplectic rage.

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Today, the 11th of February we are celebrating the 20^th Anniversary of the Release of Nelson Mandela! YES!

I owe my life to Mandela, not only my physical freedom, but my mental, emotional and spiritual freedom.

I was thrown in that South African hell-hole, Robben Island prison off Cape Town, for drug running and arms smuggling,.

I figured my life was over. But then I saw THE MAN, Mandela, doing hard labour, but doing his time softly. Woah!!! Oh so softly: his voice, his movement, his smile….so I watched him, I heard him and he changed my life.

And even though I’m a white man living in Nigeria, I do my bit for the people.  Not quite voodoo magic, but the Neptunian energy that led me to illicit drugs has been transformed into the Neptunian energy of the mystic medium, seeing beyond the veil, and like the Aeolian harp, let play through me the winds of change.

Exercise yard at Robben Island Prison