I have already partially outlined some of the details of my story in my first book, but they appear in separate chapters and are not in the form of a complete linear historical narrative which is what I wish to provide here. Additionally, since this series of chapters deals with the Cain mind, and how it has more or less completely dominated society, it is especially relevant to outline one of the key means, outside of child abuse, by which the Cain faction perpetuate themselves.
Some of the Illuminati secrets I observed when being recruited by them in Japan include mind reading abilities and the ability for them to project themselves into other people's minds. The Illuminati training for people who were not trained as children, like myself, is a long drawn out psychological process: I have Illuminati bloodline but never got involved with that side of the family, so as a result I never underwent the crucial Illuminati brain chemistry changes which most bloodline have already undergone by the time they're in their teens.
As a result the training I underwent was designed to create those brain chemistry changes but in an adult. As we know, the Illuminati often use child abuse as a 'short-cut' to train and prime the mind for Illuminati consciousness, the effect of this kind of abuse on the mind destroys the ego and creates a state of terror which becomes chronic and results in a permanent change in brain chemistry.
This new mental state, since the heart centre of love trust and security is essentially destroyed (like the Tin Man in the wizard of OZ) leads the Kundalini energy surging into the mind, resulting in the development of psychic powers, hallucinations, spiritual contact, since the brain is over-charged with energy and ultra receptive.
Many people in the Illuminati are intellectually very powerful with exceedingly high IQ's, but at the expense of heart based emotional intelligence, empathy, and ethical understanding, and we only need to look at our world to see the effect of this kind of mental imbalance operating on our society.
The Illuminati training involves their agents slowly closing themselves in on you and surrounding you everywhere. They are actually far more numerous than people think, because their growth has increased in a dramatic exponential manner since the 1950's, and from the 90's the growth and recruitment exploded. This is why 'pop' music now is mostly dominated by Illuminati members who were abused or brainwashed at an early age, because firstly there are simply so many Freemason perverts sexually abusing people in positions of care, and secondly, their numbers have reached a point where they no longer need to hide, or at least they still have to hide in society at large, but they can parade themselves within the protected environment of the 'media' where the Illuminati can proudly flaunt it's demonic memes of depravity, safely within a rarefied world of 5 star hotels, personal security and VIP passes.
If a member of Illuminati bloodline was not abused at an early age then it is necessary to recreate those same mental stresses but in a different way. This is what commonly takes place in certain areas of professional training and is something groups like Common Purpose 'democratised' to the world at large. Common Purpose is an Illuminati agent creation organisation.
To create an Illuminati mind they need to have access to you over a set period of time. This can be a short term residential course of up to a week, which is just enough time but a bit of a push. It can be a daily intensive course of a month, or it can be a slow pressure building course of up to a year. Sometimes the Illuminati course can be a 3 year course such as a degree at the LSE or some such, and perhaps the first two years will pass without any Illuminati training, only perhaps in the final 6-3 months will there be a sudden marked change when the apparatus of psychological modification is revealed.
There are particular places where Illuminati people congregate. Business, marketing and economics courses at British universities which have a high contingent of international students.
They can often be quite surprising places. Most Illuminati people are not rich, but they are rewarded, as long as they earn those rewards. The rewards can be expensive foreign holidays, luxury items, cash. But it is not consistent, few Illuminati people are consistently rich in the long term. In fact sometimes they find themselves in poverty and destitution, or living on the streets. Depending on how useful and well integrated they are into the Illuminati as a whole.
One such unusual grouping of twenty-thirty something Illuminati I encountered living long term in a hostel in Limassol in Cyprus. They were permanent residents and had jobs in the city, and perhaps their function was to coordinate with any other Illuminati members who happened to be passing through on holiday or somesuch. Their lives seemed to revolve around alcohol and sex, and as an online friend and former Illuminati member informed me, this need for sexual activity is not merely for pleasure but also to maintain their psychological energy levels.
For Illuminati people sex is a kind of mutual vampiric activity which allows them to raise their mental and emotional energy levels and prevent the development of schizophrenia, which is the constant looming curse of Illuminati members.The only way for them to fend off schizophrenia, which is the base level of Illuminati consciousness, is to draw energy from other people some way. Since their own heart centres are no longer functioning normally they cannot produce their own 'love' energy and so must vampirise it from others.
This is why people like Miley Cyrus and Beyonce, and indeed, most celebrities, are in the spotlight, because it feeds them energy, they need love, adoration, and fans to maintain their own levels of inner peace and happiness.Without this constant attention and screaming, cheering fans at their concerts their own emptiness overtakes them and they resort to drugs, mental illness and sometimes suicide.
The most extraordinary Illuminati group I encountered in a seaside town in the south of England in the early hours of the morning. I was a little drunk and stoned coming out of some late night pub, walking home decided I wasn't quite ready for bed yet, so I decided to buy some booze fags and food and have a little drink with a couple of homeless tramps. It wasn't planned as an Illuminati fact finding mission, I was just drunk and wanted more drink and someone to talk at so I started chatting and boozing with these two grizzled old winos.
I wasn't naive enough to consider that it wasn't mildly risky to fraternise with homeless schizophrenic alcoholics bur what I learned from these men however was that a street gang of homeless schizophrenics called The Arthurs exists in the UK. Anyone who thinks the Illuminati are not active in EVERY level of society needs to open their eyes wider and consider that the Illuminati has agents literally everywhere.
The Arthurs are a group of quixotic homeless schizophrenics who dedicate themselves to the misguided noble aim of punishing evil on the streets after dark. I learned this unique information because very few people spend the time to talk to homeless schizophrenics and discover something about the parallel underworld which exists on the streets of the towns and cities of England.
What I was told was that when an 'Arthur' sees someone on the street after dark who he knows has committed some crime like rape of child abuse, he will follow them until they are at a sufficiently remote location and 'deal with them'. I do not know how these people know whether people are child abusers or rapists, but I suspect it may possibly be connected to Illuminati mind reading abilities or 'voices' giving them this information.
As to whether their impressions and information are accurate one can only guess, and their story somewhat reminds me of the story of Benjamin Frunkum, a schizophrenic killer who murdered Daniel Quelch in his own home in a bloody knife attack. What intrigued me about this story was the testimony of the killer himself, who not only claimed that MI5 had put him up to it, but also that the killing was justified in that he claimed was punishing evil and that the person he killed was a 'torturer', a sort of morally justified killing in much the same way as the Arthurs.
As to what the actual truth is in this instance we can only guess, but it may be the case that MI5 may use suggestible agents to clean up its affairs, who testimony can be safely discounted as the ravings of mad-men.
He added: 'He told the doctor he had stabbed someone to death earlier that day.'He went on to say that the person he had killed had been called Danny and he had known him beforehand, that Danny was a torturer:
'Mr Frankum told the police that he had been briefed earlier that morning by another agent from MI5 and had been given instructions to kill Daniel Quelch because Daniel Quelch had tortured people.' http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2262392/Paranoid-schizophrenic-broke-rural-home-stabbed-man-80-times-killing-extraordinary-ferocity.html#ixzz448MhPHXU
The common bond between Illuminati members, wherever they are in society, is mental illness, or perhaps we could say, altered, or even 'enhanced' consciousness, and there are specific techniques which can be used to reach this level, the process of which I will shortly outline.
No one can join the Illuminati if the Illuminati don't already know them and it turns out I was dating one, this for me was my 'way-in'.
I first came upon the Masons in France. I went over with my French girlfriend. She was the daughter of a highly placed member of the French sporting world. Among my girlfriend’s friends there always seemed to be people giving me funny handshakes or saying strange things to me like ‘I know you’ when I’d never met them before in my whole life, or saying ‘Are you Mark?’, either at job interviews for English companies in Paris or on other occasions being invited to special back-stage areas at events by people I'd never met before but said they knew who I was.
The thing is the first time you hear things like this you don’t even think about it, you just assume it’s a case of mistaken identity, but when lots of people start to say them, and seem to be searching you with their eyes to see if you’re ‘one of us’ you start to wonder if there’s more to it than that, and that perhaps, this was one of many recognition signs. Like some kind of spooky group of CB radio enthusiasts going on about ‘burning candles’ and ‘siding on’.
I learned the Masonic handshakes because so many people were giving them to me. One guy, A Parisian fiancé of a friend, played my hand like an accordion once, pressing all the knuckles one after the other, I wonder if he was going through the different degree grips to see if I responded to any.
Then I kind of realised there was something going on, namely that my girlfriend seemed to know lots of masons for some reason, or at least that somehow, we were ‘in the loop’. Her friends also were Rosicrucians, a name I knew nothing about when I met my girlfriend in the late 90’s.
All these odd spooks with their handshakes and mystical shenanigans vaguely interested me, but not really. I was totally disconnected from investigating the worldwide conspiracy at this point as I was living in a house on the edge of a magnificent forest and would spend my time getting high and cycling in the forest.
However I found myself dragged into taking a view and waking-up by the events which took place at a special residential government course which I was enrolled on shortly after moving to Le Puy en Velay in France with my girlfriend.
The course is called a BAFA, and it is an intensive residential course designed to inculcate French young people into becoming part of the hidden machinery of the French state. It is open to anyone from the age of 17 and upwards. It is eight days long and it is basically a portal into French Freemasonry for young people in order to allow them to run summer camps and work with children and teenagers.
These things are fairly prestigious in France and serve as a kind of civil force working for the government (on very low pay) in a quasi-charitable basis, but all the same organising trips for children after school and during the holidays, basically indoctrinating them with the ‘ethos’ of working-together, communal living, and surveillance.
The whole thing smelt like some kind of communist training camp to me, and I suspect that the UK Common Purpose charity, uses the same invasive training methods to rapidly break down the ego of the trainee, then when properly moulded, prepares them to enter the Freemasons, or at least to hint very loudly that this is what is expected of them.
So I was incarcerated in this weird spooky holiday camp indoctrination course for eight days. All sorts of weird things happened during that time but by far the very weirdest were the radio messages I would hear on my Walkman radio. ‘Open the files on the FBI!’ ‘Keep it a Secret!’ This message was repeated endlessly and appeared all through the dial as I tuned through the radio.
I had never encountered anything like this in my life and was pretty scared at the time to be honest and I actually started to wonder if I would even get out of it alive to report any of it. I was initially excited too, at the thought that I was being 'brought into' something, something which seemed to resemble the hidden establishment which rules the world which I had often wondered about.
However it soon became clear that I wouldn't be able to progress in the course with my current frame of mind and outlook, and that I would have to be fully transformed.
The purpose of this training, like many others, is to subtly disturb and disrupt the trainees' sense of security and certainty, and ultimately, to break down their egos and sense of self.
They achieve this by making you question yourself and your sense of reality itself. One of the first things they do is seek to give you a sense of bonding with the other people on the course. They achieved this through a sort of ritual activity where people all wondered around the room, following instructions and intoning a set of mantras. After a while I started to feel genuinely different, relaxed and slightly ethereal, and felt a genuine 'oneness' with the other trainees.
The course itself is designed to be deliberately disorientating, an unnecessarily complicated time-table was drawn up on a white board in the main room, which I was not given a copy of but had to somehow memorise or periodically consult to find out what was going on and where it was going on.
In addition to this there were assignments which needed to be completed, all of which was designed to completely fill your time, in fact I suspect there was a sense that the tasks couldn't all be physically completed in the time-frame allowed, and after speaking to a French friend of mine who was a genetic biologist and had applied for a job with with a prestigious multinational company I found that this is commonly a means in itself to assess individuals. That they set tasks which are impossible to complete, and what they are in fact assessing is not how well you complete the impossible task but how you react to it.
Apparently my friend, despite being extremely intelligent and hard working, didn't get the job in question because of the way she reacted to not being able to do something, so it makes one wonder whether these people are actually looking to employ people with talent and intelligence, or whether they are looking for people with the right psychological make-up.
In which case it makes one wonder whether the top jobs in industry and business are really in the hands of the best people for the job, or merely in the hands of the people which suit a company's psychological bias, which could include people who won't complain, rock the boat, innovate or question authority. In which case we could well be moving into a New World Order totally controlled and implemented by soulless human robots incapable of emotion of strong feelings. This is very worrying.
So as the course progressed the 'ambush and surprise' technique was suddenly deployed, and I am only surprised that I am the only one writing about it. Namely that the people around you who were ostensibly trainees on the course were actually the trainers and were continually assessing you in various ways and your reactions to the various stimuli and situations they put you in. It was very surprising.
I thought at the time it was perhaps some kind of French Secret Service training and they wanted me to be a spy, hence the late night radio messages attacking America. But the cold war is over right? I wondered how it could be possible to employ this 30 strong group of trainees to watch and monitor me over the course of 8 days. What were they part of? How was it for instance that when we went to the bar they could drink so much yet apparently show no signs of intoxication? I have since learned from the videos of KGB defector Yuri Bezmenov that the Russians would ply foreign representatives with alcohol while they themselves has recourse to special pills, which would negate the effect of the alcohol, I suspect something similar was the case with these people on my BAFA course, but at the time it was quite a puzzle and I had difficulty understanding it.
I also started to wonder if this course had been specially designed for me, as an Englishman in a foreign country, a potentially useful asset to the French secret-services? I really didn't know what was going on. The French weren’t our enemies were they? Why were they trying to brainwash, mind control and generally confuse British people on government course in the mountains of central France?
One thing is for sure, the ethos they were inculcating during the training course was abandoning your individuality. Solitary pursuits were frowned upon and the ideal of the group and group-work was endlessly promoted. The ideas of an individual were worthless and whenever I contributed anything it was ignored or rejected outright, because it had not come from the group and it’s secret ‘steering’ agenda.
The sense of Communism and what it must be like to live in a communist state, is at the heart of the Illuminati ethos. Everything is in common and there can be no individuality and no secrets from our watchful eyes.
I returned from this course mentally and physically exhausted. Took a long rest and started to question everything I had taken for granted about the people I thought I knew, and started to notice things which hadn't raised my suspicions before, but now I knew, something was going on, and it only continued from this point on, this event seemed to be my initiation into a new awareness and a slow and careful tango with the Illuminati.
The most disturbing aspect of taking this course which introduced me to formally to the Illuminati for the first time in my life, was that it made me aware of something strange about my girlfriend at that time. I had the distinct impression that she too was part of something, this in itself was bad enough as it made me wonder how much of our relationship was really what it appeared to be. What made things worse however, was the self policing belief that I was being paranoid and delusional.
Despite this there were so many strange circumstances during our relationship which made me wonder. Why were her friends in town all mixed up with the Rosicrucians. What even were the Rosicrucians? I certainly had no idea at the time. So for a long time I passed through this awful uncertainty and the feeling that I didn't really know my girlfriend at all. I met her recently and she told me that she was part of something, I asked her whether it was the Freemasons or the Rosicrucians and she said neither but she could never tell me what it was.
It's strange but these people seem to exist in a different reality to us. It's hard to describe but these people instantly seem to recognise each other whenever they meet. Without requiring anything as cliched as a password or secret hand gestures, it's a psychic connection, an instant understanding that they are in the same secret club.
It seemed very strange to me at the time, particularly as she seemed to have this instant understanding with my father and also a close friend of mine. At the time I didn't quite get the hint from my friend who would often tell me about how is grandmother was a Freemason, at the time I was under the impression women could not be Freemasons.
If you ever get the feeling that the people around you, who you also ostensibly are familiar with, seem to be 'in on something' which is beyond you, as if there's something they know that you're not privy to, then be aware it may be that these people could be of the transformed Cain consciousness. It doesn't mean they're necessarily Freemasons, but in all likelihood they might be part of something, and my confusion was very great at this point in my life when I tried to figure out what was going on. It was only when I experienced this Cain consciousness for myself, and finally understood by experience, the bond that these people share, that the mystery was solved. However it was very nearly at the cost of being permanently locked into this state, and only by resourcefulness and a little bit of spiritual help that I managed to break the spell.
After my strange experiences in Sauges on the BAFA training I had become subtly transformed, I would say that I felt a little paranoid but what do you call it when your paranoia actually manifests real people following you about and harassing you?
I didn't know either, except the people who occasionally might follow me into a supermarket in my home town of Le Puy, stand a way away from me and point at me and in French declare "just look at him, he's lost his mind.' made me wonder that perhaps I had uncovered something big and hidden which exists parallel to the real world. A weird fantasy world of what are now known as 'gang stalkers' but when these things happened to me in the year 2001 there was no name for them.
I certainly knew I didn't look crazy, and was at that time doing nothing stranger than choosing some biscuits from the supermarket shelf. The fact that these people were harassing me for no reason, furthermore, that they were female adults, appearing to be in their 30's and professionally dressed, made me wonder if this wasn't something connected to the strange course I had taken, and quit, only a few weeks before.
I was so disturbed by the course and so in need of answers that I contacted the Minister of Youth and Sports in France. An interview was arranged with a local representative in Le Puy, at the end of which I was told by this man, that 'we don't do this kind of course for just anybody'. I wasn't quite sure what that meant but it sounded suitably suggestive and conspiratorial.
I left Le Puy shortly afterwards to do a CELTA course in Paris and suspected a similar technique being used to the BAFA course. Before leaving, the director of the lady I was working with at the cultural centre gave me a kindly piece warning about what to expect from the course in Paris. She told me to be careful and be on my guard. I suspected from this that what might take place in Paris might in some ways be similar to that which took place in the French mountains.
No one can join the Illuminati if the Illuminati don't already know them and it turns out I was dating one, this for me was my 'way-in'.
I first came upon the Masons in France. I went over with my French girlfriend. She was the daughter of a highly placed member of the French sporting world. Among my girlfriend’s friends there always seemed to be people giving me funny handshakes or saying strange things to me like ‘I know you’ when I’d never met them before in my whole life, or saying ‘Are you Mark?’, either at job interviews for English companies in Paris or on other occasions being invited to special back-stage areas at events by people I'd never met before but said they knew who I was.
The thing is the first time you hear things like this you don’t even think about it, you just assume it’s a case of mistaken identity, but when lots of people start to say them, and seem to be searching you with their eyes to see if you’re ‘one of us’ you start to wonder if there’s more to it than that, and that perhaps, this was one of many recognition signs. Like some kind of spooky group of CB radio enthusiasts going on about ‘burning candles’ and ‘siding on’.
I learned the Masonic handshakes because so many people were giving them to me. One guy, A Parisian fiancé of a friend, played my hand like an accordion once, pressing all the knuckles one after the other, I wonder if he was going through the different degree grips to see if I responded to any.
Then I kind of realised there was something going on, namely that my girlfriend seemed to know lots of masons for some reason, or at least that somehow, we were ‘in the loop’. Her friends also were Rosicrucians, a name I knew nothing about when I met my girlfriend in the late 90’s.
All these odd spooks with their handshakes and mystical shenanigans vaguely interested me, but not really. I was totally disconnected from investigating the worldwide conspiracy at this point as I was living in a house on the edge of a magnificent forest and would spend my time getting high and cycling in the forest.
However I found myself dragged into taking a view and waking-up by the events which took place at a special residential government course which I was enrolled on shortly after moving to Le Puy en Velay in France with my girlfriend.
The course is called a BAFA, and it is an intensive residential course designed to inculcate French young people into becoming part of the hidden machinery of the French state. It is open to anyone from the age of 17 and upwards. It is eight days long and it is basically a portal into French Freemasonry for young people in order to allow them to run summer camps and work with children and teenagers.
These things are fairly prestigious in France and serve as a kind of civil force working for the government (on very low pay) in a quasi-charitable basis, but all the same organising trips for children after school and during the holidays, basically indoctrinating them with the ‘ethos’ of working-together, communal living, and surveillance.
The whole thing smelt like some kind of communist training camp to me, and I suspect that the UK Common Purpose charity, uses the same invasive training methods to rapidly break down the ego of the trainee, then when properly moulded, prepares them to enter the Freemasons, or at least to hint very loudly that this is what is expected of them.
So I was incarcerated in this weird spooky holiday camp indoctrination course for eight days. All sorts of weird things happened during that time but by far the very weirdest were the radio messages I would hear on my Walkman radio. ‘Open the files on the FBI!’ ‘Keep it a Secret!’ This message was repeated endlessly and appeared all through the dial as I tuned through the radio.
I had never encountered anything like this in my life and was pretty scared at the time to be honest and I actually started to wonder if I would even get out of it alive to report any of it. I was initially excited too, at the thought that I was being 'brought into' something, something which seemed to resemble the hidden establishment which rules the world which I had often wondered about.
However it soon became clear that I wouldn't be able to progress in the course with my current frame of mind and outlook, and that I would have to be fully transformed.
The purpose of this training, like many others, is to subtly disturb and disrupt the trainees' sense of security and certainty, and ultimately, to break down their egos and sense of self.
They achieve this by making you question yourself and your sense of reality itself. One of the first things they do is seek to give you a sense of bonding with the other people on the course. They achieved this through a sort of ritual activity where people all wondered around the room, following instructions and intoning a set of mantras. After a while I started to feel genuinely different, relaxed and slightly ethereal, and felt a genuine 'oneness' with the other trainees.
The course itself is designed to be deliberately disorientating, an unnecessarily complicated time-table was drawn up on a white board in the main room, which I was not given a copy of but had to somehow memorise or periodically consult to find out what was going on and where it was going on.
In addition to this there were assignments which needed to be completed, all of which was designed to completely fill your time, in fact I suspect there was a sense that the tasks couldn't all be physically completed in the time-frame allowed, and after speaking to a French friend of mine who was a genetic biologist and had applied for a job with with a prestigious multinational company I found that this is commonly a means in itself to assess individuals. That they set tasks which are impossible to complete, and what they are in fact assessing is not how well you complete the impossible task but how you react to it.
Apparently my friend, despite being extremely intelligent and hard working, didn't get the job in question because of the way she reacted to not being able to do something, so it makes one wonder whether these people are actually looking to employ people with talent and intelligence, or whether they are looking for people with the right psychological make-up.
In which case it makes one wonder whether the top jobs in industry and business are really in the hands of the best people for the job, or merely in the hands of the people which suit a company's psychological bias, which could include people who won't complain, rock the boat, innovate or question authority. In which case we could well be moving into a New World Order totally controlled and implemented by soulless human robots incapable of emotion of strong feelings. This is very worrying.
So as the course progressed the 'ambush and surprise' technique was suddenly deployed, and I am only surprised that I am the only one writing about it. Namely that the people around you who were ostensibly trainees on the course were actually the trainers and were continually assessing you in various ways and your reactions to the various stimuli and situations they put you in. It was very surprising.
I thought at the time it was perhaps some kind of French Secret Service training and they wanted me to be a spy, hence the late night radio messages attacking America. But the cold war is over right? I wondered how it could be possible to employ this 30 strong group of trainees to watch and monitor me over the course of 8 days. What were they part of? How was it for instance that when we went to the bar they could drink so much yet apparently show no signs of intoxication? I have since learned from the videos of KGB defector Yuri Bezmenov that the Russians would ply foreign representatives with alcohol while they themselves has recourse to special pills, which would negate the effect of the alcohol, I suspect something similar was the case with these people on my BAFA course, but at the time it was quite a puzzle and I had difficulty understanding it.
I also started to wonder if this course had been specially designed for me, as an Englishman in a foreign country, a potentially useful asset to the French secret-services? I really didn't know what was going on. The French weren’t our enemies were they? Why were they trying to brainwash, mind control and generally confuse British people on government course in the mountains of central France?
One thing is for sure, the ethos they were inculcating during the training course was abandoning your individuality. Solitary pursuits were frowned upon and the ideal of the group and group-work was endlessly promoted. The ideas of an individual were worthless and whenever I contributed anything it was ignored or rejected outright, because it had not come from the group and it’s secret ‘steering’ agenda.
The sense of Communism and what it must be like to live in a communist state, is at the heart of the Illuminati ethos. Everything is in common and there can be no individuality and no secrets from our watchful eyes.
I returned from this course mentally and physically exhausted. Took a long rest and started to question everything I had taken for granted about the people I thought I knew, and started to notice things which hadn't raised my suspicions before, but now I knew, something was going on, and it only continued from this point on, this event seemed to be my initiation into a new awareness and a slow and careful tango with the Illuminati.
The most disturbing aspect of taking this course which introduced me to formally to the Illuminati for the first time in my life, was that it made me aware of something strange about my girlfriend at that time. I had the distinct impression that she too was part of something, this in itself was bad enough as it made me wonder how much of our relationship was really what it appeared to be. What made things worse however, was the self policing belief that I was being paranoid and delusional.
Despite this there were so many strange circumstances during our relationship which made me wonder. Why were her friends in town all mixed up with the Rosicrucians. What even were the Rosicrucians? I certainly had no idea at the time. So for a long time I passed through this awful uncertainty and the feeling that I didn't really know my girlfriend at all. I met her recently and she told me that she was part of something, I asked her whether it was the Freemasons or the Rosicrucians and she said neither but she could never tell me what it was.
It's strange but these people seem to exist in a different reality to us. It's hard to describe but these people instantly seem to recognise each other whenever they meet. Without requiring anything as cliched as a password or secret hand gestures, it's a psychic connection, an instant understanding that they are in the same secret club.
It seemed very strange to me at the time, particularly as she seemed to have this instant understanding with my father and also a close friend of mine. At the time I didn't quite get the hint from my friend who would often tell me about how is grandmother was a Freemason, at the time I was under the impression women could not be Freemasons.
If you ever get the feeling that the people around you, who you also ostensibly are familiar with, seem to be 'in on something' which is beyond you, as if there's something they know that you're not privy to, then be aware it may be that these people could be of the transformed Cain consciousness. It doesn't mean they're necessarily Freemasons, but in all likelihood they might be part of something, and my confusion was very great at this point in my life when I tried to figure out what was going on. It was only when I experienced this Cain consciousness for myself, and finally understood by experience, the bond that these people share, that the mystery was solved. However it was very nearly at the cost of being permanently locked into this state, and only by resourcefulness and a little bit of spiritual help that I managed to break the spell.
After my strange experiences in Sauges on the BAFA training I had become subtly transformed, I would say that I felt a little paranoid but what do you call it when your paranoia actually manifests real people following you about and harassing you?
I didn't know either, except the people who occasionally might follow me into a supermarket in my home town of Le Puy, stand a way away from me and point at me and in French declare "just look at him, he's lost his mind.' made me wonder that perhaps I had uncovered something big and hidden which exists parallel to the real world. A weird fantasy world of what are now known as 'gang stalkers' but when these things happened to me in the year 2001 there was no name for them.
I certainly knew I didn't look crazy, and was at that time doing nothing stranger than choosing some biscuits from the supermarket shelf. The fact that these people were harassing me for no reason, furthermore, that they were female adults, appearing to be in their 30's and professionally dressed, made me wonder if this wasn't something connected to the strange course I had taken, and quit, only a few weeks before.
I was so disturbed by the course and so in need of answers that I contacted the Minister of Youth and Sports in France. An interview was arranged with a local representative in Le Puy, at the end of which I was told by this man, that 'we don't do this kind of course for just anybody'. I wasn't quite sure what that meant but it sounded suitably suggestive and conspiratorial.
I left Le Puy shortly afterwards to do a CELTA course in Paris and suspected a similar technique being used to the BAFA course. Before leaving, the director of the lady I was working with at the cultural centre gave me a kindly piece warning about what to expect from the course in Paris. She told me to be careful and be on my guard. I suspected from this that what might take place in Paris might in some ways be similar to that which took place in the French mountains.
In fact it was very similar except that I opted not to take the residential option and instead took the train in and out of the city every day. Again I observed that some of the fellow 'trainees' seemed to be a kind of steering group which seemed to really acting as covert trainers. I tried to find out, in the manner of Number Six in the Village, 'who were the prisoners and who were the warders'. It wasn't easy but I came to the conclusion that on a CELTA course of 25 people, perhaps about 5 of those people were the actual genuine trainees while the other 20 were in fact, covertly training and assessing the behaviour of those 5.
I found this very puzzling, despite having the course fees being in the range of 1,000 pounds for the month long course I wondered how it was possibly to cover the costs and fees of the administration of the course, the salary of the actual 2 or 3 course trainers, in addition to the fees and salaries of the 20 covert trainers.
I realised it wasn't possible of course and that there was no way these people could be paid for the whole month they were here. So why were they doing it and what were they getting in return for what after all, was quite an unpleasant and stressful job: pretending to be a course trainee, attempting to ingratiate themselves with people like me, to report on me, sometimes provoke me and test my reactions. Basically they were spying. Perhaps that was it, they were literally spies and were seconded at the CELTA centre to monitor ex-pats bound for a brave new world of international teaching and perhaps ensuring that these people aren't likely to cause and international incident of some kind.
It certainly made logical sense and I suppose I reasoned, since spies DO exist and DO recruit people, isn't one of the best places for them to seek to recruit people for international work with the ready made 'cover' of TEFL teacher going to be centres like the one in Paris which I was attending? Actually yes. All of this was later confirmed to me when I was made a specific offer to become a spy while in Japan, and my suspicions that the world of international English teaching, spying and Freemasonry were all connected.
Not only that but there seems to be something else attached to the world of TEFL teaching, in addition to spies and Freemasons there also appeared to be paedophiles and while in Cyprus I knew a German Freemason paedophile called Lutz Bahr, who despite the best attempts of local staff in Northern Cyprus to have him investigated by the police and removed from his position of care, he has been consistently protected. I suspect however that his paedo ardor may have been somewhat calmed since typing the man's name in Google will show a post on my blog publicly exposing him. My girlfriend at the time suspected that the man may be on the run from Germany for crimes against children, since he apparently never returns there, and has found a safe haven in the international 'non-country' of North Cyprus. He also ran an architecture club with some students, and once I walked into a room after his club to find a certificate he had printed with a Masonic square and compass on it.
After the CELTA course I moved to Turkey to start work as an English teacher there, and while I had a very professionally rewarding time there, I was somewhat disturbed by a strange 14 year old girl whose parents were both judges and who seemed to spend most of her time flirting in a provocative manner with me. I found this unusual since firstly I was in a Muslim country where one might expect stricter standards of personal behaviour, and secondly because most school girls don't behave in such a wanton and shameless manner.
I found later when in South Korea on a visa-run, that apparently there are a great many young girls who flirt with their ex-pat teachers at the high schools they work in, and that they are then blackmailed by them and if they refuse to cooperate they are fired from their positions.
I suspect that these young girls are in the Illuminati and are being used by their parents to entrap and recruit others who might prove useful agents to join them. I will go into this in more specific detail as the events which transpired in Morocco seem to confirm this, and Morocco is possibly one of the most heavily Illuminati dominated countries in the world. In a country of such glaring poverty and so few opportunities, only Illuminati witches and Freemasons, and those willing to joining them, have any chance of achieving any kind of measurable success.
I left France, and effectively ended the relationship with my spooky French girlfriend who I never quite figured out, except perhaps maybe the mystery of these people is their inner emptiness. That the secret they all seem to be hiding is a great void of nothingness. It is a strange awareness to realise that the secret Cain group who have seamlessly infiltrated this world wholly undetected and unsuspected, stand by us side by side, knowing each other from nothing but a look in the eyes or even a subtle detection of a certain type of mindset.
"You'll work with us out in Tokyo, then you will be able to come home during the summer to see your friends," then he added "but by then you'll have something better than friends."
Then I knew he was talking about joining the Freemasons or the elite establishment who have something better than friends and can be magically made into famous writers. Back then I didn't have too much revulsion against Freemasons because I didn't fully understand what they were all about. Sometimes I even imagined that perhaps the world needed Freemasons to organise things and give order and cohesion to society. After all it seemed so many famous people were Freemasons, writers, architects, engineers, kings and emperors.
I can't deny that the prospect of joining the world's secret elite didn't excite the hell out of me, to learn all of the secrets of the world hidden from the masses, even perhaps to practice and learn about magic which is something which always fascinated me and I seemed to have some kind of magical ability at times such as precognition and an uncanny ability to create coincidences, which is really the key to practicing magic. This ability seemed to be something which I inherited from my father's family, and during a drunken evening in a pizza restaurant in Bristol with my dad, I took my dad aside and wanted to find out if I was the only one who seemed able to do weird things like being able to influence the weather by mental focus or predict the future. My father told me that he too had an ability to 'make things happen', and his mother and my grandmother was a white-witch whose father was a descendant of the 6th Earl of Wentworth. I wondered if perhaps something about being a part of these royal bloodlines gives you magical abilities and that the Illuminati Freemasons actively seek out these people and attempt to recruit them in order to harness their abilities. It seemed that they had finally showed themselves, albeit indirectly and through insinuation as being 'something better than friends.'
When I arrived in Tokyo I found this sense of 'insinuation' to be on-going. The system works as a kind of mentor-ship where the mentor seems to act as an intermediary for other people to make formal offers. Mr B would often make Masonic allusions and use various Masonic catchphrases. He would roll up his trouser leg for no reason. He also appeared to have developed some kind of mind reading ability, which to be honest is just the kind of thing I wanted to learn how to do. However it is less fun when you are on the receiving end and having your mind probed.
The language school where we worked was extremely small, if it was even a language school at all. There were only two teachers, myself and Mr B, the school owner, and a secretary who seemed to be young but perpetually bad tempered. There were only two classrooms and while I was teaching in the one, Mr B would ostensibly be teaching his class, except that wasn't quite what seemed to be happening at all. The classes I was given seemed to range from a solitary 15 year old Japanese teenager making strange sexual, moaning noises at me, while continually adjusting her blouse and trying to show me her body, to middle age Japanese women asking me if I wanted to become a Spy. I also had groups who would come in and explain to me that Hitler was secretly a good guy and did I agree with Hitler and that there was a special group I could join which worshiped Hitler.
This was weird enough and I soon realised within the first week that these people were here for a different purpose to be trained in English, they were there to train ME. Next door Mr B would be with his 'class' but he would actually spend the whole time making pertinent remarks about me and things he knew about me and my family, which he could only have discovered if he had some kind of insider information. In fact he revealed his source at one point because there was a solicitor who was handling a family property dispute and he pointedly gave her name in an imaginary telephone call during which he gave his name as Mr Mason. It was all very odd and to think that a place would operate under the guise of language school just to train people to become spies is odd, but not completely improbable.
In fact when I went out and about in Tokyo I became aware of a certain atmosphere amongst the ex-pat community, on the one hand one bunch was fearful and furtive, and seemed suspicious if you tried to talk to them, while the other part were the watchers, they would sit around watching the others, self confident and unashamedly controlling and monitoring the ex-pat community. I wondered what the purpose of this was but I considered that Japan was rather a uniquely homogenic country which has only been open to the West since 1851. I observed clearly that the country seems to be more or less owned by the United States and that they used the Freemason controlled Yakuza to keep everyone in line. My boss Mr B even introduced me to his Yakuza friend who owned a local noodle bar and he gave me a hint about how the Yakuza secretly totally control Japan. And since the Freemasons control the Yakuza it is fairly obvious that Japan is little more than a cleverly camouflaged Zionist colony.
It is very easy to control people if you have created street and crime gangs because these gangs can be used to target anyone who becomes an opponent to the established order with threats, a robbery, assault or even murder. This is much the same in the United States with black street gangs whose members can be easily mobilised to target anyone at any time.
I was accommodated in a damp and dark and rather unhealthy ground floor flat in the maze-like city village of Shitamachi. Above me on the next floor lived a person I never once saw during my whole time there which amounted to about three months. I believe he was somehow connected to Mr B because he seemed to be using gas-lighting techniques to destabilise me. Whenever I moved around my apartment he would seem to directly track me above and making weird intrusive noises. Even more disturbingly, I have the distinct impression he was able to perceive my thoughts because whenever I thought about whoever it was upstairs he would make some kind of noise.
Very few people out there seem willing to deal with this topic of the existence of actual uncanny psychic powers and extra-sensory abilities of certain Freemasons and occult practitioners but I have to categorically state, despite repeatedly trying to tell myself the contrary, that these things do indeed exist and need to be explored.
What made all of this somewhat less appealing, if middle-aged Japanese women asking you if you want to be a spy while another class asks you if you want to revere Hitler with them, after which the 15 year old Japanese girl makes her weekly attempt to seduce you, can be considered appealing, was the character of the people who seemed to be involved in all this.
I had largely forgotten that Mr B had offered to make me a famous writer, and it is probably just as well because there was very little inducing me to stay there. There was very little which met my eye, and still less about the people and their methods which I wanted any part of. I certainly didn't want to tie myself up with secret oaths to people like this, much less Mr B himself who was a tall skeletal and somewhat demonic looking guy, he almost seemed emaciated and despite his jaunty green Morgan and his love of trains the man seemed well neither inside nor out.
Whatever he was part of was clearly making him into some kind of frantically over-animated ghost with a strange burning darkness in his eyes. And then he introduced me to a former teacher at the centre, a man I will call Martin. He was neither skeletal nor emaciated, however he gave off the very tangible air of someone who is somewhat resentful of the position he is in, and if I wasn't mistaken, would rather not have joined the Illuminati Freemasons had he known then what he knew now.
The next episode in this tale is one you will have never heard before and you will have to accept it on trust. Some of the information on the Illuminati is corroborable but very little of what I am detailing here is because, I would guess, everyone who has been through the same training process as I, either joined up, or were possibly intimidated into silence, or even failed to understand the experience and put it all behind them.
I do find it very odd though, that the only tales from behind Illuminati lines seem to be the stories of ritual abuse and child murder, which of course is part of it, but only for a small minority, there are far more members of the Illuminati who have not been involved in such things and I wonder why I am the only one who seems able to detail some of the methods they use to train adults who are not specifically interested in or involved in worshiping Satan and conducting blood rituals. These people still work for Satan of course, but in a far less overt manner and possibly completely unknowingly.
Much of the Illuminati training involves being guided on how to behave in public. This may seem trite but for the Illuminati ones public appearance and the way people perceive you, at least superficially, is of the utmost importance. I will explain how this training works. The mentor will take you out in public and proceed to behave in a way which is deliberately shocking and surprising, he will get riotously drunk, or will at least make a pretense of being drunk. He will do this in order to show you how not to behave.
The former teacher Martin was also called on to do this, in fact it made me wonder whether he were simultaneously being tortured for Mr B's amusement and also teaching me a lesson. I only met him a few times but each time I did I saw straight into the man and noticed the slightly resentful, abused air of a man who doesn't care what happens to him any more. He looked like a man who had sold his soul and realised too late that he had been grossly short-changed by the deal. And this I now know for a fact to be a key feeling amongst those in Illuminated consciousness. But this revelation came only after my adventures in Japan upon returning to London and finding myself still trapped inside Illuminati training.
We met for dinner, Mr B, Martin and I. The first thing I noticed about Martin is that his face was burnt bright red, this was the second time I had met Martin and the previous time he was not burnt. He said hello and there was that same resentful mien of man who is much abused. I sensed straight away something strange about this situation, I am not actually fully psychic, I wanted to be once and seemed to be well on my way to developing this ability, then I realised before too late that such an ability would be a curse, if not the cause of undue embarrassment and discomfort. I realised that I neither wanted to have an advantage over people or be able to control them, but this is precisely what the Illuminati want to do, and are obligated to do, to anyone they meet who is considered worth their attention.
I am not psychic but I can easily detect people's feelings and whether what they are saying matches what they are thinking. I can usually tell what someone is thinking, not as specific words but more as a kind of empathy. Many people can do this but perhaps they are not quite aware of it, or they ignore their impressions. What I detected, or sensed with Martin was that he was not happy, what's more I knew exactly what it was that was making him unhappy, it was being an Illuminati Freemason.
His red face was a very serious looking burn which could only have come as a result of being under a sunbed for an hour. Mr B asked him about it and he said he had fallen asleep in the sun. Immediately something didn't fit here, it was November and the sun is Tokyo was not powerful enough to do that to a man. Again I caught Martin's resentful look and I realised they had done this to him deliberately for some reason. I read the story some years later in Stars and Stripes online about a young GI who was found dead in mysterious circumstances, after getting so drunk prior to a Masonic initiation ceremony, to not feel the pain during the ceremony. After interviewing his friends and family it was revealed that the young man was badly beaten with paddles during the initiation into the first and second degrees:
What struck me about the report was that someone how being punished and tortured appeared to be part of the programme of advancement within Freemasonry.
He said the beatings were to show the other Masons just how badly you want to be a member. “If you can’t put up with a little discomfort for a little while in order to do some good for people, you don’t want it that much,’ he told us,” she said.
I read this sometime after my experiences in Japan and it made me consider whether Martin was in the midst of some strange series of punishments in order to show them how badly he wanted to advance in the organisation.
Of course the purpose of such punishments is to create a very strong sense of fear of the organisation, and to make the oaths sworn and their attendant penalties all the more tangible and the sense that if his fellow members could viciously beat a man, then no doubt they would also willingly enact the penalties required on anyone breaking their oaths.
His punishment continued as we ordered our meals Martin it seemed was allowed nothing but ice-cream and beer. The whole thing was very strange, he would eat bowl after bowl of ice cream and drink pint upon pint of beer, again, resentfully and seemingly under duress, and by the end he looked quite ill and about to explode in a cloud of gas and melted ice-cream.
I wasn't quite sure what the purpose of this was and what point they were trying to make, if any, it seems to me that it was just another demonstration of Masons putting each other through strange and silly trials to prove themselves worthy.
And so these strange people didn't really appeal to me and I left by mutual agreement before Christmas and moved out of the damp and dark Shitamachi apartment with the gas-lighting technician endlessly creeping and banging about upstairs, following me wherever I went, and moved to a fabulous sunny apartment on the top of an old house in Hiro, a jasmine scented high class idyll hidden between Roppongi and Shibuya.
I thought here I was finally free of the Freemasons but it turned out that I had apparently merely progressed to the next level of training. Here there were Filipino witches, a Yakuza gangster who was apparently becoming a Christian, and an Irish lady who would creep about outside my door and ask me when I was going to have my initiation.
I have written before about these Filipino witches and how they had the specific psychic ability of being able to project themselves, astrally, into my own consciousness
I was released from my contract by the strange Mr B at Christmas time, for being too mercurial. I celebrated my release from servitude to the demonic hierarchy by having a few drinks in a fairly sophisticated Japanese piano bar. After a few drinks, possibly Margaritas which I had recently acquired a taste for due to them being served at a cheap and pleasantly unpretentious Mexican restaurant just across the road and around the corner from Harajuku, enjoying the classical music, I think it was Chopin, which was performed by an accomplished and moderately renowned Japanese pianist, there was, quite improbably, a competition organised to win an expensive watch.
The competition was a mass game of paper scissors stone, or Jankepun as it is known in Tokyo, usually in the UK this game is played in pairs but in Japan they can play this game with a limitless number of people.
I had very little understanding of what was happening around me, except that I seemed to keep choosing the right sign to qualify to the next round, each time I apparently progressed, until from a group of maybe 50 people, we were down to 16, then 8, then 4, then 2 then I won. It all seemed to move too fast for me to keep track, the Japanese being so habituated to these mass games of Jankepon, calculating the winners each time posed no problems for them and I was rapidly and bewilderingly promoted through each round, until I apparently won.
I received the watch with great joy since it was rather and expensive watch and I was told it was worth about 500 pounds. It was a watch from the Ricoh corporation an it was powered by magnetic induction, and it came with a special charging base to connect it to for charging. At the time this was the very latest technology and was a kind if wireless energy transfer, possibly the kind of thing first developed by Nikola Tesla. The peculiarity of the watch was that it had three led type lights which served as a low powered but useful torch, arranged in the shape of an isosceles triangle.
I was amazed at my apparent luck at winning this watch, while scarcely knowing what I was doing and was very happy with my fancy James Bond watch. It also had a crystal screen which made the watch very attractive.
Over the Christmas period, which they informally celebrate in Japan with some of the most attractive displays of Christmas lights I had even seen, particularly at Roppongi hills, and romantic walks between boyfriends and girlfriends where they exchange gifts.
I met Mr B at a restaurant during which he wanted to bid me a formal farewell and buy me dinner. At the end of the dinner I told him about the watch I had won, he seemed only half interested, however I made a point of flashing the lights at him to show him how awesome it was. When he saw the lights he seemed suddenly greatly interested and excited by the watch, and I sensed some kind of understanding form, about me and my purpose in Tokyo with him. The three lights in the form of an isosceles triangle are a Masonic mark of recognition and I am convinced that he thought either I was showing him Masonic sign, or that I was an agent communicating the Masonic message to him. Whether it was my direct agency or the mysterious forces of the universe I do not know.
This watch subsequently became the focus of two subsequent recruitment attempts. Once in London and another in Egypt.
I left Tokyo because it became increasingly apparent that there was no way to avoid freemasons and their acolytes either as work managers or as flat mates.
While in Japan however I had started learning and developing several metaphysical skills. I had bought myself a deck of cards and in the strange magical mystical atmosphere of Mr B’s Language Centre, I had started to try to see if I could guess the card by clairvoyance. I had started bringing these cards to work and in the free moments between the comings and goings of the strange people who masqueraded as language students, I had conducted short informal tests into my own latent psychic ability. I would simply take a card at random, face down, and endeavour to guess what the card was. The deck contained 52 cards and as such there was a one in 52 chance of my guessing the card correctly. Odds so improbable as to make the attempt statistically more or less impossible.
I would clear my mind, which was where my ongoing informal practice of Zen style meditation came in useful, which I had been practising on and off in 10 -20 minute bursts for the past couple of years, however it was only once I got to Japan that I started a serious and dedicated application of Zen meditation techniques. Despite Tokyo being one of the largest, busiest and most populous cities in the world, it was also infused with a strange serenity and calmness. Noone ever seemed impatient, angry or even particularly in a hurry. Everything seemed so meticulously planned and patiently and methodically undertaken, the only thing which didn’t function properly was the English Teaching industry. The Japanese TEFL industry was run, like all language schools around the world, by a combination of Freemasons and the intelligence agencies, in reality the two are interchangeable since a Freemason will readily divulge any and all information on another private individual which any fellow freemason should happen to request. This I discovered in Japan where a female Freemason solicitor, furnished Mr B, my Freemason boss, with information about my family’s legal disputes. The International teaching English as a Foreign language, is a haven for Freemasons and sometimes, Freemason paedophiles.
In Japan it is deliberately mismanaged in order that the Japanese actually make no progress in the English language. Japan is a cultural and commercial colony of the United States and the Jesuits and Freemasons are in there fighting it out. The Freemasons seem to own language schools, while the Jesuits have the high schools and primary schools. On both levels the deliberate sabotaging of language learning taking place, but the methods are different.
In the language schools, the teachers are intimidated and treat so poorly that many of them leave within the first couple of months. Forced to be present for long hours and paid only for the lessons they teach, if they are paid at all. Most language teachers do not have work permits so neither do they have any employment rights. In children’s schools language learning is sabotaged by failing to employ teachers who actually speak English as teachers. Instead Japanese people who do not speak English are given the job of teaching it. There was a programme called the Jet Programme which hired some young native speakers to work in Japanese schools, but more as teaching assistants.
The reason Japan is to be kept ignorant of international languages is because they must not be allowed to gain access to the greater culture of English thought, ideas and awareness which is creating paradigm shifts and a reassessment of our priorities and the nature of the world we live in. English language creates a questioning culture, and this is not what the powers that be want for Japan. They want the Japanese to remain what they presently are, foolish consumers and servile workers with a herd mentality and absolutely no sense of rebellion of urge for social change. And so they continually keep a jealously guarded eye on the expats' interactions with the Japanese, and at the same time they ensure that the infrastructure of English teaching within Japan will be so poorly organised and compromised, that it will by no means actually teach the Japanese to communicate in English and hence achieve any kind of meaningful communication with the rest of the world.
With the cards in my hand I would close my eyes and take one. I would mentally try to view it, to try and see what I was holding in my hand. Sometimes an image would form clearly of a series of 8 red diamonds all lined up, then I would check the card and with delight and an empowering sense of having found something amazing, would see exactly the same card I had seen in my mind. It was only on the first one or two attempts I could achieve this clarity and confidence however. It would start to fade and with subsequent attempts the image would be less clear and the confidence and certainty was gone. It’s strange, psychic abilities tend to work only sporadically and the faculty seems to need to be rested or refreshed, it is like a muscle which is soon weakened after a powerful effort and needs time to recover.
However I was not sure, and am still not entirely sure how this psychic process functions, whether I am actually predicting the card by psychically seeing the card hidden in front of me, or whether I am actually influencing the which appears, since the cards in front of me exist as a quantum flux and since I am alone with the cards, there is no measurer or observer present so the cards could be any card at all. When, with my eyes closed, I visualised a card I may have been creating quantum order by telling the flux which card I wanted to see. There have been many events subsequent to this when I felt specifically that I seemed to be actively involved in the process rather than just passively reading the card with some third eye ability. For instance my favourite group at the time was Stereolab and I saw that they were playing, I then made a mental request for sign, because I already considered that somehow seeing Stereolab were playing while I was in Tokyo was a gentle nudge or acknowledgment to me somehow, then I looked at the date they were playing on, it was May 8th, my birthday.
These are known as synchronicities, or more commonly: coincidences. A synchronicity indicates some kind of mutual metaphysical connection to events, which although they appear to occur randomly I believe there is actually a conscious effort or at least, some form of latent or semi-unconscious wish or willingness to manifest them. For instance I remember as a child asking my mother if Auntie Janet was coming today. Auntie Janet had made no prior plans to come and visit us, so my mother answered no. About half an hour later there was a phone call and it was indeed Auntie Janet, saying she would come round in the evening. When these kind of coincidences happen they give us a brief hint of some mysterious and intangible force which seems to be finding ways to draw a connection between the people and events, in ways which surpass our present understanding of cause and effect. It may be that when thinking about my Auntie Janet I had consciously created a request or an unresolved suggestion to reality itself, which reality then responded to. It could conversely be that Janet had already decided that she would come and that I had detected her intentions somehow. Or even aspects of both, since the quantum realm transcends time and space so there is no reason that my request using my 4d mind had been made and responded to before the request was even made.
For the first time, while living in Tokyo I discovered that these mysterious and intangible forces are very real and people like the Freemasons seem to be in a constant whirl of coincidence and mysterious happenings, both good and bad, and the consciously willed creation of these coincidences is a key purpose of Masonic ritual.
I found this very puzzling, despite having the course fees being in the range of 1,000 pounds for the month long course I wondered how it was possibly to cover the costs and fees of the administration of the course, the salary of the actual 2 or 3 course trainers, in addition to the fees and salaries of the 20 covert trainers.
I realised it wasn't possible of course and that there was no way these people could be paid for the whole month they were here. So why were they doing it and what were they getting in return for what after all, was quite an unpleasant and stressful job: pretending to be a course trainee, attempting to ingratiate themselves with people like me, to report on me, sometimes provoke me and test my reactions. Basically they were spying. Perhaps that was it, they were literally spies and were seconded at the CELTA centre to monitor ex-pats bound for a brave new world of international teaching and perhaps ensuring that these people aren't likely to cause and international incident of some kind.
It certainly made logical sense and I suppose I reasoned, since spies DO exist and DO recruit people, isn't one of the best places for them to seek to recruit people for international work with the ready made 'cover' of TEFL teacher going to be centres like the one in Paris which I was attending? Actually yes. All of this was later confirmed to me when I was made a specific offer to become a spy while in Japan, and my suspicions that the world of international English teaching, spying and Freemasonry were all connected.
Not only that but there seems to be something else attached to the world of TEFL teaching, in addition to spies and Freemasons there also appeared to be paedophiles and while in Cyprus I knew a German Freemason paedophile called Lutz Bahr, who despite the best attempts of local staff in Northern Cyprus to have him investigated by the police and removed from his position of care, he has been consistently protected. I suspect however that his paedo ardor may have been somewhat calmed since typing the man's name in Google will show a post on my blog publicly exposing him. My girlfriend at the time suspected that the man may be on the run from Germany for crimes against children, since he apparently never returns there, and has found a safe haven in the international 'non-country' of North Cyprus. He also ran an architecture club with some students, and once I walked into a room after his club to find a certificate he had printed with a Masonic square and compass on it.
After the CELTA course I moved to Turkey to start work as an English teacher there, and while I had a very professionally rewarding time there, I was somewhat disturbed by a strange 14 year old girl whose parents were both judges and who seemed to spend most of her time flirting in a provocative manner with me. I found this unusual since firstly I was in a Muslim country where one might expect stricter standards of personal behaviour, and secondly because most school girls don't behave in such a wanton and shameless manner.
I found later when in South Korea on a visa-run, that apparently there are a great many young girls who flirt with their ex-pat teachers at the high schools they work in, and that they are then blackmailed by them and if they refuse to cooperate they are fired from their positions.
I suspect that these young girls are in the Illuminati and are being used by their parents to entrap and recruit others who might prove useful agents to join them. I will go into this in more specific detail as the events which transpired in Morocco seem to confirm this, and Morocco is possibly one of the most heavily Illuminati dominated countries in the world. In a country of such glaring poverty and so few opportunities, only Illuminati witches and Freemasons, and those willing to joining them, have any chance of achieving any kind of measurable success.
I left France, and effectively ended the relationship with my spooky French girlfriend who I never quite figured out, except perhaps maybe the mystery of these people is their inner emptiness. That the secret they all seem to be hiding is a great void of nothingness. It is a strange awareness to realise that the secret Cain group who have seamlessly infiltrated this world wholly undetected and unsuspected, stand by us side by side, knowing each other from nothing but a look in the eyes or even a subtle detection of a certain type of mindset.
I applied for a job working in Japan at a very small company which seemed to operate as a 'language school'. I say 'seemed' because most of the students didn't appear to be there to learn English but instead to recruit me into the Illuminati.
I arrived for the job interview in Hayworth Yorkshire, a very picturesque town known for its Bronte associations and seeming at most times to be rather full of Japanese tourists, a fact in which my prospective boss, who I will call Mr B, seemed to have a hand, since he had for many years been busy creating cultural exchanges between Japan and Yorkshire, and also organising summer schools and language classes for Japanese students wishing to come to England.
I phoned him from the train station and he said he would be along in five minutes to meet me. I asked him how I might recognise him, he responded that I would be sure to recognise him when he arrived. I wondered what he meant, whatever it signified he seemed a little full of himself. So I guess I stared judging him from that very moment and in retrospect I'm glad I kept up a mental narrative of analysis of this singular man because he was the one who had the very clear intention of dragging me down to hell with him and had I shown him too much indulgence than I might have fallen down there for lack of discernment.
Shortly afterwards, after remembering that I had better try to forget that I had some magic mushrooms in my pocket from a kit I had been growing over the summer, and planned to take once the interview was over in order to better enjoy the trip home, a man in a green Morgan steered into view and I suppose this was my man.
We drove from the station to the quaint Georgian cobbled narrow streets of Haworth where we had a meander during which he did his tourist guide routine and I was somewhat astonished at just how many Japanese people there seemed to be, something which he informed me had a hand in since he was at that moment busy organising tours and language classes for our peace-loving oriental friends.
Back at his house the interview began in earnest, not with a word but with a long penetrating stare. I have since learned that the secret services of the UK recruit not with a word but a look. However since the internet now is so thoroughly purged every so often I can find no reference to this, I might even have read it in a John Le Carre novel. Regardless my would-be boss was most certainly MI something and he had just given me 'the recruitment stare'.
There are a few things which remain firmly in my mind from this interview, one was the picture of Prince Charles on his wall. Many years afterwards my dad suggested that perhaps this man wasn't one of ours after all, but one of theirs. I suppose a spy working for a foreign power might disguise his affiliations with something as superficial as a picture of a member of the British royal family. Who knows. I found it somewhat unaccountable for anyone of sound and sane mind to want an image of Prince Charles on their wall when there are so many other more interesting things one could look at, such as a Van Gogh painting or even the wallpaper itself. This I suppose was my second judgement of this man. Why on Earth did he have Prince Charles on his wall? It struck me as unnatural and part of some kind of pose or image he was trying to project. However noticing the conspicuousness of the effort immediately subverts the attempt.
He also asked me if I was a Christian. I'm still not sure why he asked me this. In my mind I was but what I said I now realise was ambiguous and perhaps had a different meaning to myself saying it, to Mr B hearing it. I said: "Well, I'm not a missionary or anything.' I suppose what I meant was that I didn't advertise my faith, while perhaps he heard in my turn of phrase a sardonic denial. I wonder if saying a direct 'yes' would have denied me the job there and then. In situations like this one, when trying to get a job or win someone over, one gets an impression of what the person wants to hear and invariably one attempts to adopt ones answers accordingly.
The principal thing which stood out from the interview was the slowly dawning awareness that this wasn't just a job interview. All of the strange hive-mind people I had encountered in the previous years and wondered about. Who were they? What are they part of? How did they get like that? Over the course of my time in Japan these first two questions would be answered but it would take another couple of years before the final question was answered and I finally understood just what these people are.
After the long stare, and the Christian question, he then asked me: "What do you want most in the world?" I thought for a moment, imagining that this was some kind of psychological evaluation question, designed to see what motivated me. It turns out it wasn't. "To be a famous writer." I answered after a few seconds consideration. He looked at me and smiled, "I think that can be arranged." Strangely he didn't ask me what I wrote about, or what subjects interested me, it seemed these Illuminati people don't seem to care about the content, but that it's all about promoting certain people, as long as he or she is one of their people.
I wasn't quite sure what to make of this at this stage but just went along with it, nodding and smiling along as you do during job interviews. However it was what he said next which left no further room for doubt.
After the long stare, and the Christian question, he then asked me: "What do you want most in the world?" I thought for a moment, imagining that this was some kind of psychological evaluation question, designed to see what motivated me. It turns out it wasn't. "To be a famous writer." I answered after a few seconds consideration. He looked at me and smiled, "I think that can be arranged." Strangely he didn't ask me what I wrote about, or what subjects interested me, it seemed these Illuminati people don't seem to care about the content, but that it's all about promoting certain people, as long as he or she is one of their people.
I wasn't quite sure what to make of this at this stage but just went along with it, nodding and smiling along as you do during job interviews. However it was what he said next which left no further room for doubt.
"You'll work with us out in Tokyo, then you will be able to come home during the summer to see your friends," then he added "but by then you'll have something better than friends."
Then I knew he was talking about joining the Freemasons or the elite establishment who have something better than friends and can be magically made into famous writers. Back then I didn't have too much revulsion against Freemasons because I didn't fully understand what they were all about. Sometimes I even imagined that perhaps the world needed Freemasons to organise things and give order and cohesion to society. After all it seemed so many famous people were Freemasons, writers, architects, engineers, kings and emperors.
I can't deny that the prospect of joining the world's secret elite didn't excite the hell out of me, to learn all of the secrets of the world hidden from the masses, even perhaps to practice and learn about magic which is something which always fascinated me and I seemed to have some kind of magical ability at times such as precognition and an uncanny ability to create coincidences, which is really the key to practicing magic. This ability seemed to be something which I inherited from my father's family, and during a drunken evening in a pizza restaurant in Bristol with my dad, I took my dad aside and wanted to find out if I was the only one who seemed able to do weird things like being able to influence the weather by mental focus or predict the future. My father told me that he too had an ability to 'make things happen', and his mother and my grandmother was a white-witch whose father was a descendant of the 6th Earl of Wentworth. I wondered if perhaps something about being a part of these royal bloodlines gives you magical abilities and that the Illuminati Freemasons actively seek out these people and attempt to recruit them in order to harness their abilities. It seemed that they had finally showed themselves, albeit indirectly and through insinuation as being 'something better than friends.'
When I arrived in Tokyo I found this sense of 'insinuation' to be on-going. The system works as a kind of mentor-ship where the mentor seems to act as an intermediary for other people to make formal offers. Mr B would often make Masonic allusions and use various Masonic catchphrases. He would roll up his trouser leg for no reason. He also appeared to have developed some kind of mind reading ability, which to be honest is just the kind of thing I wanted to learn how to do. However it is less fun when you are on the receiving end and having your mind probed.
The language school where we worked was extremely small, if it was even a language school at all. There were only two teachers, myself and Mr B, the school owner, and a secretary who seemed to be young but perpetually bad tempered. There were only two classrooms and while I was teaching in the one, Mr B would ostensibly be teaching his class, except that wasn't quite what seemed to be happening at all. The classes I was given seemed to range from a solitary 15 year old Japanese teenager making strange sexual, moaning noises at me, while continually adjusting her blouse and trying to show me her body, to middle age Japanese women asking me if I wanted to become a Spy. I also had groups who would come in and explain to me that Hitler was secretly a good guy and did I agree with Hitler and that there was a special group I could join which worshiped Hitler.
This was weird enough and I soon realised within the first week that these people were here for a different purpose to be trained in English, they were there to train ME. Next door Mr B would be with his 'class' but he would actually spend the whole time making pertinent remarks about me and things he knew about me and my family, which he could only have discovered if he had some kind of insider information. In fact he revealed his source at one point because there was a solicitor who was handling a family property dispute and he pointedly gave her name in an imaginary telephone call during which he gave his name as Mr Mason. It was all very odd and to think that a place would operate under the guise of language school just to train people to become spies is odd, but not completely improbable.
In fact when I went out and about in Tokyo I became aware of a certain atmosphere amongst the ex-pat community, on the one hand one bunch was fearful and furtive, and seemed suspicious if you tried to talk to them, while the other part were the watchers, they would sit around watching the others, self confident and unashamedly controlling and monitoring the ex-pat community. I wondered what the purpose of this was but I considered that Japan was rather a uniquely homogenic country which has only been open to the West since 1851. I observed clearly that the country seems to be more or less owned by the United States and that they used the Freemason controlled Yakuza to keep everyone in line. My boss Mr B even introduced me to his Yakuza friend who owned a local noodle bar and he gave me a hint about how the Yakuza secretly totally control Japan. And since the Freemasons control the Yakuza it is fairly obvious that Japan is little more than a cleverly camouflaged Zionist colony.
It is very easy to control people if you have created street and crime gangs because these gangs can be used to target anyone who becomes an opponent to the established order with threats, a robbery, assault or even murder. This is much the same in the United States with black street gangs whose members can be easily mobilised to target anyone at any time.
I was accommodated in a damp and dark and rather unhealthy ground floor flat in the maze-like city village of Shitamachi. Above me on the next floor lived a person I never once saw during my whole time there which amounted to about three months. I believe he was somehow connected to Mr B because he seemed to be using gas-lighting techniques to destabilise me. Whenever I moved around my apartment he would seem to directly track me above and making weird intrusive noises. Even more disturbingly, I have the distinct impression he was able to perceive my thoughts because whenever I thought about whoever it was upstairs he would make some kind of noise.
Very few people out there seem willing to deal with this topic of the existence of actual uncanny psychic powers and extra-sensory abilities of certain Freemasons and occult practitioners but I have to categorically state, despite repeatedly trying to tell myself the contrary, that these things do indeed exist and need to be explored.
What made all of this somewhat less appealing, if middle-aged Japanese women asking you if you want to be a spy while another class asks you if you want to revere Hitler with them, after which the 15 year old Japanese girl makes her weekly attempt to seduce you, can be considered appealing, was the character of the people who seemed to be involved in all this.
I had largely forgotten that Mr B had offered to make me a famous writer, and it is probably just as well because there was very little inducing me to stay there. There was very little which met my eye, and still less about the people and their methods which I wanted any part of. I certainly didn't want to tie myself up with secret oaths to people like this, much less Mr B himself who was a tall skeletal and somewhat demonic looking guy, he almost seemed emaciated and despite his jaunty green Morgan and his love of trains the man seemed well neither inside nor out.
Whatever he was part of was clearly making him into some kind of frantically over-animated ghost with a strange burning darkness in his eyes. And then he introduced me to a former teacher at the centre, a man I will call Martin. He was neither skeletal nor emaciated, however he gave off the very tangible air of someone who is somewhat resentful of the position he is in, and if I wasn't mistaken, would rather not have joined the Illuminati Freemasons had he known then what he knew now.
The next episode in this tale is one you will have never heard before and you will have to accept it on trust. Some of the information on the Illuminati is corroborable but very little of what I am detailing here is because, I would guess, everyone who has been through the same training process as I, either joined up, or were possibly intimidated into silence, or even failed to understand the experience and put it all behind them.
I do find it very odd though, that the only tales from behind Illuminati lines seem to be the stories of ritual abuse and child murder, which of course is part of it, but only for a small minority, there are far more members of the Illuminati who have not been involved in such things and I wonder why I am the only one who seems able to detail some of the methods they use to train adults who are not specifically interested in or involved in worshiping Satan and conducting blood rituals. These people still work for Satan of course, but in a far less overt manner and possibly completely unknowingly.
Much of the Illuminati training involves being guided on how to behave in public. This may seem trite but for the Illuminati ones public appearance and the way people perceive you, at least superficially, is of the utmost importance. I will explain how this training works. The mentor will take you out in public and proceed to behave in a way which is deliberately shocking and surprising, he will get riotously drunk, or will at least make a pretense of being drunk. He will do this in order to show you how not to behave.
The former teacher Martin was also called on to do this, in fact it made me wonder whether he were simultaneously being tortured for Mr B's amusement and also teaching me a lesson. I only met him a few times but each time I did I saw straight into the man and noticed the slightly resentful, abused air of a man who doesn't care what happens to him any more. He looked like a man who had sold his soul and realised too late that he had been grossly short-changed by the deal. And this I now know for a fact to be a key feeling amongst those in Illuminated consciousness. But this revelation came only after my adventures in Japan upon returning to London and finding myself still trapped inside Illuminati training.
We met for dinner, Mr B, Martin and I. The first thing I noticed about Martin is that his face was burnt bright red, this was the second time I had met Martin and the previous time he was not burnt. He said hello and there was that same resentful mien of man who is much abused. I sensed straight away something strange about this situation, I am not actually fully psychic, I wanted to be once and seemed to be well on my way to developing this ability, then I realised before too late that such an ability would be a curse, if not the cause of undue embarrassment and discomfort. I realised that I neither wanted to have an advantage over people or be able to control them, but this is precisely what the Illuminati want to do, and are obligated to do, to anyone they meet who is considered worth their attention.
I am not psychic but I can easily detect people's feelings and whether what they are saying matches what they are thinking. I can usually tell what someone is thinking, not as specific words but more as a kind of empathy. Many people can do this but perhaps they are not quite aware of it, or they ignore their impressions. What I detected, or sensed with Martin was that he was not happy, what's more I knew exactly what it was that was making him unhappy, it was being an Illuminati Freemason.
His red face was a very serious looking burn which could only have come as a result of being under a sunbed for an hour. Mr B asked him about it and he said he had fallen asleep in the sun. Immediately something didn't fit here, it was November and the sun is Tokyo was not powerful enough to do that to a man. Again I caught Martin's resentful look and I realised they had done this to him deliberately for some reason. I read the story some years later in Stars and Stripes online about a young GI who was found dead in mysterious circumstances, after getting so drunk prior to a Masonic initiation ceremony, to not feel the pain during the ceremony. After interviewing his friends and family it was revealed that the young man was badly beaten with paddles during the initiation into the first and second degrees:
Also, he told them about the paddlings he took when he became a first- and second-degree mason last fall: how he would lie in his bed at Spinelli Barracks in Mannheim, icing his body after the paddlings, his mother said.
“He talked about the beatings a lot … and he was very afraid of them,” Diane Wilder said from her home in Seal Rock, Ore. “Prior to the … ceremony, he was throwing up because he was so nervous, that’s what we were told.”
What struck me about the report was that someone how being punished and tortured appeared to be part of the programme of advancement within Freemasonry.
He said the beatings were to show the other Masons just how badly you want to be a member. “If you can’t put up with a little discomfort for a little while in order to do some good for people, you don’t want it that much,’ he told us,” she said.
http://www.stripes.com/news/mannheim-soldier-s-death-has-element-of-masonic-mystery-1.44856
I read this sometime after my experiences in Japan and it made me consider whether Martin was in the midst of some strange series of punishments in order to show them how badly he wanted to advance in the organisation.
Of course the purpose of such punishments is to create a very strong sense of fear of the organisation, and to make the oaths sworn and their attendant penalties all the more tangible and the sense that if his fellow members could viciously beat a man, then no doubt they would also willingly enact the penalties required on anyone breaking their oaths.
His punishment continued as we ordered our meals Martin it seemed was allowed nothing but ice-cream and beer. The whole thing was very strange, he would eat bowl after bowl of ice cream and drink pint upon pint of beer, again, resentfully and seemingly under duress, and by the end he looked quite ill and about to explode in a cloud of gas and melted ice-cream.
I wasn't quite sure what the purpose of this was and what point they were trying to make, if any, it seems to me that it was just another demonstration of Masons putting each other through strange and silly trials to prove themselves worthy.
And so these strange people didn't really appeal to me and I left by mutual agreement before Christmas and moved out of the damp and dark Shitamachi apartment with the gas-lighting technician endlessly creeping and banging about upstairs, following me wherever I went, and moved to a fabulous sunny apartment on the top of an old house in Hiro, a jasmine scented high class idyll hidden between Roppongi and Shibuya.
I thought here I was finally free of the Freemasons but it turned out that I had apparently merely progressed to the next level of training. Here there were Filipino witches, a Yakuza gangster who was apparently becoming a Christian, and an Irish lady who would creep about outside my door and ask me when I was going to have my initiation.
I have written before about these Filipino witches and how they had the specific psychic ability of being able to project themselves, astrally, into my own consciousness
I was released from my contract by the strange Mr B at Christmas time, for being too mercurial. I celebrated my release from servitude to the demonic hierarchy by having a few drinks in a fairly sophisticated Japanese piano bar. After a few drinks, possibly Margaritas which I had recently acquired a taste for due to them being served at a cheap and pleasantly unpretentious Mexican restaurant just across the road and around the corner from Harajuku, enjoying the classical music, I think it was Chopin, which was performed by an accomplished and moderately renowned Japanese pianist, there was, quite improbably, a competition organised to win an expensive watch.
The competition was a mass game of paper scissors stone, or Jankepun as it is known in Tokyo, usually in the UK this game is played in pairs but in Japan they can play this game with a limitless number of people.
I had very little understanding of what was happening around me, except that I seemed to keep choosing the right sign to qualify to the next round, each time I apparently progressed, until from a group of maybe 50 people, we were down to 16, then 8, then 4, then 2 then I won. It all seemed to move too fast for me to keep track, the Japanese being so habituated to these mass games of Jankepon, calculating the winners each time posed no problems for them and I was rapidly and bewilderingly promoted through each round, until I apparently won.
I received the watch with great joy since it was rather and expensive watch and I was told it was worth about 500 pounds. It was a watch from the Ricoh corporation an it was powered by magnetic induction, and it came with a special charging base to connect it to for charging. At the time this was the very latest technology and was a kind if wireless energy transfer, possibly the kind of thing first developed by Nikola Tesla. The peculiarity of the watch was that it had three led type lights which served as a low powered but useful torch, arranged in the shape of an isosceles triangle.
I was amazed at my apparent luck at winning this watch, while scarcely knowing what I was doing and was very happy with my fancy James Bond watch. It also had a crystal screen which made the watch very attractive.
Over the Christmas period, which they informally celebrate in Japan with some of the most attractive displays of Christmas lights I had even seen, particularly at Roppongi hills, and romantic walks between boyfriends and girlfriends where they exchange gifts.
I met Mr B at a restaurant during which he wanted to bid me a formal farewell and buy me dinner. At the end of the dinner I told him about the watch I had won, he seemed only half interested, however I made a point of flashing the lights at him to show him how awesome it was. When he saw the lights he seemed suddenly greatly interested and excited by the watch, and I sensed some kind of understanding form, about me and my purpose in Tokyo with him. The three lights in the form of an isosceles triangle are a Masonic mark of recognition and I am convinced that he thought either I was showing him Masonic sign, or that I was an agent communicating the Masonic message to him. Whether it was my direct agency or the mysterious forces of the universe I do not know.
This watch subsequently became the focus of two subsequent recruitment attempts. Once in London and another in Egypt.
I left Tokyo because it became increasingly apparent that there was no way to avoid freemasons and their acolytes either as work managers or as flat mates.
While in Japan however I had started learning and developing several metaphysical skills. I had bought myself a deck of cards and in the strange magical mystical atmosphere of Mr B’s Language Centre, I had started to try to see if I could guess the card by clairvoyance. I had started bringing these cards to work and in the free moments between the comings and goings of the strange people who masqueraded as language students, I had conducted short informal tests into my own latent psychic ability. I would simply take a card at random, face down, and endeavour to guess what the card was. The deck contained 52 cards and as such there was a one in 52 chance of my guessing the card correctly. Odds so improbable as to make the attempt statistically more or less impossible.
I would clear my mind, which was where my ongoing informal practice of Zen style meditation came in useful, which I had been practising on and off in 10 -20 minute bursts for the past couple of years, however it was only once I got to Japan that I started a serious and dedicated application of Zen meditation techniques. Despite Tokyo being one of the largest, busiest and most populous cities in the world, it was also infused with a strange serenity and calmness. Noone ever seemed impatient, angry or even particularly in a hurry. Everything seemed so meticulously planned and patiently and methodically undertaken, the only thing which didn’t function properly was the English Teaching industry. The Japanese TEFL industry was run, like all language schools around the world, by a combination of Freemasons and the intelligence agencies, in reality the two are interchangeable since a Freemason will readily divulge any and all information on another private individual which any fellow freemason should happen to request. This I discovered in Japan where a female Freemason solicitor, furnished Mr B, my Freemason boss, with information about my family’s legal disputes. The International teaching English as a Foreign language, is a haven for Freemasons and sometimes, Freemason paedophiles.
In Japan it is deliberately mismanaged in order that the Japanese actually make no progress in the English language. Japan is a cultural and commercial colony of the United States and the Jesuits and Freemasons are in there fighting it out. The Freemasons seem to own language schools, while the Jesuits have the high schools and primary schools. On both levels the deliberate sabotaging of language learning taking place, but the methods are different.
In the language schools, the teachers are intimidated and treat so poorly that many of them leave within the first couple of months. Forced to be present for long hours and paid only for the lessons they teach, if they are paid at all. Most language teachers do not have work permits so neither do they have any employment rights. In children’s schools language learning is sabotaged by failing to employ teachers who actually speak English as teachers. Instead Japanese people who do not speak English are given the job of teaching it. There was a programme called the Jet Programme which hired some young native speakers to work in Japanese schools, but more as teaching assistants.
The reason Japan is to be kept ignorant of international languages is because they must not be allowed to gain access to the greater culture of English thought, ideas and awareness which is creating paradigm shifts and a reassessment of our priorities and the nature of the world we live in. English language creates a questioning culture, and this is not what the powers that be want for Japan. They want the Japanese to remain what they presently are, foolish consumers and servile workers with a herd mentality and absolutely no sense of rebellion of urge for social change. And so they continually keep a jealously guarded eye on the expats' interactions with the Japanese, and at the same time they ensure that the infrastructure of English teaching within Japan will be so poorly organised and compromised, that it will by no means actually teach the Japanese to communicate in English and hence achieve any kind of meaningful communication with the rest of the world.
With the cards in my hand I would close my eyes and take one. I would mentally try to view it, to try and see what I was holding in my hand. Sometimes an image would form clearly of a series of 8 red diamonds all lined up, then I would check the card and with delight and an empowering sense of having found something amazing, would see exactly the same card I had seen in my mind. It was only on the first one or two attempts I could achieve this clarity and confidence however. It would start to fade and with subsequent attempts the image would be less clear and the confidence and certainty was gone. It’s strange, psychic abilities tend to work only sporadically and the faculty seems to need to be rested or refreshed, it is like a muscle which is soon weakened after a powerful effort and needs time to recover.
However I was not sure, and am still not entirely sure how this psychic process functions, whether I am actually predicting the card by psychically seeing the card hidden in front of me, or whether I am actually influencing the which appears, since the cards in front of me exist as a quantum flux and since I am alone with the cards, there is no measurer or observer present so the cards could be any card at all. When, with my eyes closed, I visualised a card I may have been creating quantum order by telling the flux which card I wanted to see. There have been many events subsequent to this when I felt specifically that I seemed to be actively involved in the process rather than just passively reading the card with some third eye ability. For instance my favourite group at the time was Stereolab and I saw that they were playing, I then made a mental request for sign, because I already considered that somehow seeing Stereolab were playing while I was in Tokyo was a gentle nudge or acknowledgment to me somehow, then I looked at the date they were playing on, it was May 8th, my birthday.
These are known as synchronicities, or more commonly: coincidences. A synchronicity indicates some kind of mutual metaphysical connection to events, which although they appear to occur randomly I believe there is actually a conscious effort or at least, some form of latent or semi-unconscious wish or willingness to manifest them. For instance I remember as a child asking my mother if Auntie Janet was coming today. Auntie Janet had made no prior plans to come and visit us, so my mother answered no. About half an hour later there was a phone call and it was indeed Auntie Janet, saying she would come round in the evening. When these kind of coincidences happen they give us a brief hint of some mysterious and intangible force which seems to be finding ways to draw a connection between the people and events, in ways which surpass our present understanding of cause and effect. It may be that when thinking about my Auntie Janet I had consciously created a request or an unresolved suggestion to reality itself, which reality then responded to. It could conversely be that Janet had already decided that she would come and that I had detected her intentions somehow. Or even aspects of both, since the quantum realm transcends time and space so there is no reason that my request using my 4d mind had been made and responded to before the request was even made.
For the first time, while living in Tokyo I discovered that these mysterious and intangible forces are very real and people like the Freemasons seem to be in a constant whirl of coincidence and mysterious happenings, both good and bad, and the consciously willed creation of these coincidences is a key purpose of Masonic ritual.
Cursing, blessing, prayers and even making wishes act in a similar way, namely that a 4 dimensional, pan-temporal request is made, which in the absence of other forces working contrary to this request, and taking into account the intensity of the request, the amount of thought, time, concentration and the level of 4 dimensional spiritual power which is available, then the results will follow. This is what is commonly known as magic but these days it needs some new name more in keeping with this age of revealing of the mysteries. Some of the mysteries however are being deliberately obfuscated and occulted, and the problem with the term ‘occult’ is that it indicates a series of techniques which for some reason, have been hidden and deliberately removed from the general public’s awareness, generally because these techniques were generally used historically to cause harm and injure people, because for whatever reason, on Earth the desire for some people to do harm to others far exceeds any wishes to do people good. In fact, magic is merely the application of the will combined with spiritual energies which act to energise the request. The more spiritual energy then the greater the chances of the request coming to fruition.
The peak of this ongoing series of experiences which started in France with the weird residential course with secret messages being broadcast on the radio, continuing in Japan, came when I returned to London to start a post graduate training qualification in teaching. While in Tokyo with Mr B he had said I was ‘half way in and half way out’ of the Freemasons. I was halfway out because I had neither attended any lodge meetings nor been initiated, but I was halfway in the organisation because I had been chosen for special training and had started to feel a subtle change in my psychology. As if I was about to break-through into some new and incredible world which I seemed to be standing at the frontiers of.
The peak of this ongoing series of experiences which started in France with the weird residential course with secret messages being broadcast on the radio, continuing in Japan, came when I returned to London to start a post graduate training qualification in teaching. While in Tokyo with Mr B he had said I was ‘half way in and half way out’ of the Freemasons. I was halfway out because I had neither attended any lodge meetings nor been initiated, but I was halfway in the organisation because I had been chosen for special training and had started to feel a subtle change in my psychology. As if I was about to break-through into some new and incredible world which I seemed to be standing at the frontiers of.
I returned to England a bit spooked, but having acquired a new set of skills which included Zen meditation, which I had perfected while living in Hiro and resisting the psychic attacks of the witches. I had been trying to learn to still my mind for several years and for some reason it all seemed to finally click in Tokyo. Here there was spirituality on every corner, peaceful shrines and gardens everywhere in the midst of an urban sprawl on an epic scale. I had also cut alcohol and meat out of my daily diet and drank copious amounts of delicious cold green tea which in Japan has the same popularity as coke has in the West. It was here in the house in Hiro which I finally found an answer to the question which has been plaguing me for so long. Do I, or indeed does anyone, actually have a soul?
I had started meditating with strengthened concentration and focus since I realised it was better to defeat the witches, not with an endless series of tiring psychic battles but by transcending them by simply removing them and everything from my mind since constantly exercising my anger and hatred would have a karmic effect on my general spiritual well-being, since anyone who is repeatedly expressing anger rage and destruction will likely nurture and feed that kind of mindset inside themselves.
In fact it is generally wise to be very careful what one gives attention and focus to. I once acquired a Shinto fire demon after attending a New-Year’s Eve temple ritual outside Tokyo where the priests ritually blessed people’s possessions after about an hour of ethereal and disorientating chanting, by waving them in the living fire of the fire demon which the priests had summoned. We filed out of the temple afterwards and people bowed and prayed to the many headed blackened demon whose statue was tall and frightening. Such a ritual must have something in common with the ancient embodiment and supplication to forces in the ancient world, where time would be spent in prayer and meditation, then some priest magic such as ‘summoning’ the power of the force, in this case, large barrels filled with ritual fire, before a final meeting and supplication to an effigy of the God itself.
I found after this encounter and somewhat mystical experience, that I felt that somehow I had a spiritual defender and protector, which I sorely needed what with the recent psyche games with the Demon King Mr B himself, and now the houseful of witches who can creep into your head in the middle of the night. I felt powerfully protected by an invisible protecting demon, it may just have been a mental creation of my own, a sort of ritualised personal empowerment, or it may have been a real demon. I felt that whenever I felt threatened I could call on this slightly malign spiritual power to defend me. This was fine as an empowering fantasy until the day it actually proved itself to be real and dangerous. I had acquired a half Russian half German girlfriend who herself was in the Illuminati, she had once gone to France while we were dating to see an old male friend and former boyfriend of hers. I had made a rather spiteful prayer that should she try to get up to anything with him behind my back then I would wreak my fire demon on them.
When she returned she told me of how they had gone out to a restaurant and when they returned the flat was on fire because she had left a candle which had set fire to the curtains and badly burnt one the rooms. I admitted that it may have been my fault since I had set my fire demon over them and she admitted she probably would have slept with him has she not accidentally burned his flat which apparently cooled their ardor somewhat.
She also had a Portuguese friend come over to specifically try to recruit me. They always do this, just like in Japan. If any of these people become close to you as friends, girlfriends or even bosses, and they want to recruit you, then they will not ask you themselves, possibly because they like to have plausible deniability and also possible because they don’t want to too radically redefine the relationship, or possibly both.
When she returned she told me of how they had gone out to a restaurant and when they returned the flat was on fire because she had left a candle which had set fire to the curtains and badly burnt one the rooms. I admitted that it may have been my fault since I had set my fire demon over them and she admitted she probably would have slept with him has she not accidentally burned his flat which apparently cooled their ardor somewhat.
She also had a Portuguese friend come over to specifically try to recruit me. They always do this, just like in Japan. If any of these people become close to you as friends, girlfriends or even bosses, and they want to recruit you, then they will not ask you themselves, possibly because they like to have plausible deniability and also possible because they don’t want to too radically redefine the relationship, or possibly both.
Her Portuguese friend’s opening gambit was to ask me what made the world go around. After a moment’s actual thought I gave an answer: ‘Love.’ I said. It was obvious, without love nothing would get done because there would be no reason to do it, if it were all done without love it would be doomed to fail, which perhaps explains why the Illuminati are slowly taking this world into complete destruction. He shook his head and smiled a wolfish smile. “Money.” He said, “Money makes the world go around.” “That’s just a stupid song, I thought you were asking me seriously.” It turns out he was asking me seriously and this was his attempt to recruit me with the lure of promises of money, I defended my position saying that the present money driven world economy isn’t sustainable as there has to be a limit to economic growth and profit on a finite planet. He didn’t seem able to grasp this however, and one finds that this is a theme amongst the Illuminati, they are not allowed to think for themselves and must follow whatever flawed thesis is popular amongst them at that time.
Now of course the Illuminati thesis has changed from what it was in 2005, endless growth and profit, now it’s about mulling over some kind of mass extinction event and if one doesn’t arrive then it might be necessary to make one happen. However this aim may well have already been achieved through the Fukushima disaster which is presently wiping out most of the Pacific marine life. The choice euphemism the media are presently using is ‘el nino’ a mysterious ‘warm patch’ in the Pacific which has the power to make thousands of Humpback whales completely disappear and fail to make their annual journey to Hawaii where whale watchers have been left watching little but the rolling waves of an increasingly irradiated Pacific ocean.
Now of course the Illuminati thesis has changed from what it was in 2005, endless growth and profit, now it’s about mulling over some kind of mass extinction event and if one doesn’t arrive then it might be necessary to make one happen. However this aim may well have already been achieved through the Fukushima disaster which is presently wiping out most of the Pacific marine life. The choice euphemism the media are presently using is ‘el nino’ a mysterious ‘warm patch’ in the Pacific which has the power to make thousands of Humpback whales completely disappear and fail to make their annual journey to Hawaii where whale watchers have been left watching little but the rolling waves of an increasingly irradiated Pacific ocean.
I received a phone call from my girlfriend at that time asking me if I wanted to join or not. I said I didn’t. She told me she was glad. Was she told to say that or did she really believe it? It’s all very strange. This was a very similar situation to that which I found myself in after returning from Egypt in the summer of 2007. I arrived from the dry fossilised heat of Cairo International Airport in the City of the Sun to make my way down to Brighton in an absolute endless deluge. I moved on to Bournemouth and seemed to have arrived in the midst of a Biblical event, the attempted drowning of the UK. I realised that some force was at work here, whether occult, Haarp or chemtrails or all three. It was clear England was in the midst of a weather war and since I had seemed to have become tuned to the spirits of the atmosphere and the invisible energies which direct the weather I realised I was the only one in a position to change anything. Each day was an endless battle against the damp earth and the chem-trails pouring out from behind the unmarked military aircraft hiding high above the clouds.
It was slow work and because it had been raining all month it seemed almost that the weather had fallen into a rut. I finally broke the back of the rain on the 7th July 2007 when I went to London to watch the tour de France in both Greenwich then later in the day, to the royal Mall and it was here that the threat of weather war and a drowned Britain was finally averted. Of course if you do not believe that the human mind is capable to some extent of influencing its environment and controlling the elements then none of this will mean an awful lot to you.
If however you realise that there might just be something that exists which contemporary science doesn't want to talk about and what the secret societies don't want you to know about, which has been recorded in religious texts, magical treatises and the traditions of indigenous people the world over, the you might be able to discover these possibilities in your own life. If you don't believe in any possibilities beyond what science tells us is real then this will be your reality. Closing your mind to possibilities means those possibilities also close themselves to you.
I found a place on Easy Room Mate in a house down Capstone Place in Bournemouth, and again I seemed to find myself in a living ritual unfolding in the social interactions and apparently chance circumstances. I had just come from Egypt and had become aware of the symbolic ritual of the capstone while in Cairo and had visited the Cairo museum and looked at the highly important Benben stones, or Pyramidion which capped the very top of the pyramid and it represents the Benben mound which was the first ground to rise above the waters and meet the rays of the sun. So this represents the interaction between matter and light and hence life itself.
The Phoenix of Greek myth actually goes back to Egypt where it was known as the Benu bird, in fact it was Herodotus who relates to us the strange, unlikely and wholly symbolic story of the Phoenix:
If however you realise that there might just be something that exists which contemporary science doesn't want to talk about and what the secret societies don't want you to know about, which has been recorded in religious texts, magical treatises and the traditions of indigenous people the world over, the you might be able to discover these possibilities in your own life. If you don't believe in any possibilities beyond what science tells us is real then this will be your reality. Closing your mind to possibilities means those possibilities also close themselves to you.
I found a place on Easy Room Mate in a house down Capstone Place in Bournemouth, and again I seemed to find myself in a living ritual unfolding in the social interactions and apparently chance circumstances. I had just come from Egypt and had become aware of the symbolic ritual of the capstone while in Cairo and had visited the Cairo museum and looked at the highly important Benben stones, or Pyramidion which capped the very top of the pyramid and it represents the Benben mound which was the first ground to rise above the waters and meet the rays of the sun. So this represents the interaction between matter and light and hence life itself.
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| The Phoenix, notice the solar crown which was also associated with Egyptian deities and later, Christian saints. |
The Phoenix of Greek myth actually goes back to Egypt where it was known as the Benu bird, in fact it was Herodotus who relates to us the strange, unlikely and wholly symbolic story of the Phoenix:
There is also another sacred bird called the phoenix which I did not myself see except in painting, for in truth he comes to them very rarely, at intervals, as the people of Heliopolis say, of five hundred years; and these say that he comes regularly when his father dies; and if he be like the painting, he is of this size and nature, that is to say, some of his feathers are of gold colour and others red, and in outline and size he is as nearly as possible like an eagle. This bird they say (but I cannot believe the story) contrives as follows:setting forth from Arabia he conveys his father, they say, to the temple of the Sun (Helios) plastered up in myrrh, and buries him in the temple of the Sun; and he conveys him thus:he forms first an egg of myrrh as large as he is able to carry, and then he makes trial of carrying it, and when he has made trial sufficiently, then he hollows out the egg and places his father within it and plasters over with other myrrh that part of the egg where he hollowed it out to put his father in, and when his father is laid in it, it proves (they say) to be of the same weight as it was; and after he has plastered it up, he conveys the whole to Egypt to the temple of the Sun. Thus they say that this bird does.
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| The Benben stone, representative of the first interactions between light and matter and the creation of life. |
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| Horus with the initiates on the barque of Ra with the Bennu bird or phoenix leading the way. |
Herodotus was told a symbolic story to represent and possible obfuscate the mysteries of the Phoenix which in reality is an embodiment of the solar logos. It is likely that the details furnished to Herodotus were poor translations, or Chinese whispers of the actual reality of solar-initiation. Being 'buried in myrrh' possibly refers to the sealing of the Pharaoh of King, not in an egg of myrrh but in a granite sarcophagus, where one might presume, he meditates and confronts his absolute self, within what Herodotus calls The Temple of the Sun or The Great Pyramid. He likely crosses the void and finds within himself the true reality and the light within, which is connected to the external sun. Every living thing on Earth is connected to the electrical and magnetic vortices of the sun.
The word Pyramid itself and its connection to 'fire' as in the word pyro- as in pyromaniac or pyrotechnic, in addition to the phoenix's traditional connection to fire; we are dealing with fire but it is the spiritual fire of the sun. This energy matrix is integral to our soul energy and higher self. The holographic nature of the material world will continue to be revealed, at least to those who take an interest in the ongoing researches and developments in quantum physics.
I saw the advert on Easyroommate.com as I was sat in an internet cafe in Brighton after deciding that Brighton suffered not only from an exorbitance in the price of pints of beer and a marked lack in the availability of reasonably priced accommodation, but also a preponderance of tedious and noisy stag and hen do's which seemed to largely mar any appeal the quaint town centre pubs might have had.
As a result I decided to move on to Bournemouth and see what it was like to live there. It turns out it was a much calmer more spirituality grounded place. Having got off at the bus station I made my way with all my bags to a rendez-vous at 10 Capstone Place and stopping at the bus-stop to rest and catch my breath from my portable portmanteau which I had dragged pushed and heaved all the way from New Cairo, I found myself talking to an old man.
He told me that Bournemouth is apparently one of the happiest places to live in the UK, a place where apparently there is a certain un-namable 'something' in the air which resonates peace. I found this to be true and this indefinable sense of innate comfort, peace and security, seemed to extend as a blanket all the way through Dorset and Wiltshire and continues all the way through Devon and Cornwall. Almost like an ancient blessing or a magical bond of protection cast by the Wizard Merlin himself.
This mystical and sacred shroud of peace seems to begin at some point in the New Forest because once you get to Portsmouth you are clearly in the brutal and jarring 'real world' and perceptibly beyond the confines of the mystic blanket of what C.S Lewis called the nation of Logres, that is, the old sacred civilised heart of ancient Britain and the core of all its finest traditions of humour, tolerance and resilience.
However I feel obliged to add that this is also something extremely malefic in operation in the area of Dorset, which seems to have a particular focus in the New Forest village of Lymington. My landlady's boyfriend was born there and he told me that the Masons there are involved in paedophile rings. I visited Lymington and there is a very tangible sense of evil which pervades this place. Everyone in the town seems cold and aloof and despite the obvious affluence of the town, the people here all seem to be under some burden which renders them unfriendly and perceptibly weary of strangers.
Below is an anonymous post which was made over on the Atlantean Conspiracy blog giving some insight into the occult-world situation in and around the New Forest, and was a reply made to an article of mine which Eric Dubay hosted on his blog, this was back in 2011 when Eric was still talking sense and before he either lost his mind, or was somehow coerced into promulgating the strange flat-Earth disinformation which he lately regrettably appears to be spear-heading,
As soon as I saw the advert on Easyroommate I immediately felt with a pang that there was some occult or Masonic connection, but at the same time it was possibly the cheapest room in the whole of England, being a tiny box room just slightly bigger than the size of a double bed with space around to just about walk around the edge of the bed to get in or out of it. It cost 50 pounds a week, which in 2007 was at the bottom end of the rental market, in fact it was in the basement or several feet underground of the rental market. The house itself was pretty nice, with a large kitchen with washing machine and a cosy front room, additionally the house's owner and her boyfriend were very interesting and pleasant people, and I became solid friends with my landlady's boyfriend and we spent most of that summer drinking in the local pubs of Bournemouth and talking hard and incessant metaphysics.
This gentleman was a schizophrenic and so far is the only person apart from my own sister, who can actually accept and understand the theory I had developed about the past and present being connected not just by forward causality but also by backward causality since the engine of reality itself exists outside of time and we cannot perceive backward causality because our perceptions and expectations face always forwards in time.
I believe firmly that not only does acting on the present lead to consequences in the future, was is known as traditional 'cause and effect' but also changes in the future can also be connected to commensurate changes in the past. My particular focus was on the human mind and how things that may have happened in ones past, can be intimately connected to thoughts, ideas, wishes and actions of the will, at a future point. This is because the human mind operates beyond time and anyone who has experienced premonitions of the future in dreams will be able to attest to this and a great many of us can all think of salient examples if we were to put our minds to it.
If you are interested in the topic of backwards causality then read my book Light in the Darkness where I explore these themes and concepts in some depth.
So knowing that somehow, making the phone call and expressing an interest in this room at 10 Capstone Place, might bring me back somehow into the shadowy duat of the Freemasons, I went ahead because to be frank, 50 quid was ruddy cheap and I always loved a bargain.
As it turns out the landlady and her boyfriend were both connected to the Illuminati. but I only discovered this some time afterwards, in fact only once I'd left Bournemouth and returned to London. I got to know my landlady quite well and there were one or two interesting things about her. She was from Botswana and was part of a successful San family, the San people are the longest indigenous residents of Botswana and are recognisible by their oriental eyes.
She told me she had become involved with a south coast charity for African migrants called Mosaic which she told me, have a way of initiating new arrivals and connecting them up with local Freemasons in order to find them work, and I suspect she was different person now in England as result of being involved in this spooky 'charity' to who she was back home.
She told me that she was a shaman of her family tribe and she seemed to have the same ability as the Filipino witches I had known in Tokyo. Something else quite odd about her is that I would often find her having conversations with people in the street, with people she had never met before, and when I asked her about she would deny she had said anything. I started to suspect she too was part of something she couldn't tell me about. I don't quite know I keep running into people like this but I suppose there must be some kind of law of attraction in operation. I am interested in metaphysics and experience reality in a way quite different to most people in that I am always trying to see beyond the 'local view' of reality.
For instance I long ago learned to go beyond a human perspective of reality and sought something like a universal view. I realised that I would be stuck on this planet for a few more decades to come, but by no means should I consider this any more than a temporary stopping point on my journey through the cosmos. Even the plays of Shakespeare and the apparent geniuses of human history are merely 'local phenomena' and have limited value in the great scheme of things. All art science and literature is product of being lost in a material existence and mostly great art, literature and science are just an investigation into the 'mystery' of life.
So as long as the condition of mystery and uncertainty exists then science, art and literature have some value, but what if one becomes enlightened and aware of some basic fundamental spiritual realities? Science no longer has any purpose, and is wholly antagonistic to ones personal discoveries. Art and literature too, often focus on pain and emotional turmoil in pursuit of ideals in the physical world but once one has transcended pain and uncertainty and realises that the material world by definition can never be ideal, then art and literature no longer have anything to tell you because they seem hopelessly naive and fall always short of grasping any ultimate truths.
So basically there is, or perhaps, was something in me that was 'seeking' transcendent people and experiences. I say 'was' because I seem to have rather completed my journey and come to the end of the line in terms of what I can learn here. Basically I'm just getting through life at this point, writing a bit, working a bit, just to buy myself some little retirement home somewhere in the deep French countryside, while I await the completion of my life on Earth and the blessed escape from matter, which comes with death.
Now of course I realise I will never meet anyone who is in the same frame of perspective as myself who is not a member of some occult Aleister Crowley group or the Freemasons. The problem is that Freemasons and Crowley people have a similar perspective to mine, except they are not free and are also caught in an entourage which continually tempts them with sex, drugs or financial corruption. I seem to have used the Masons as a stepping stone into a new awareness, but managed to avoid the cage of joining them. Some people may find it reassuring to have a group surrounding them, helping them, directing and controlling them. But by definition such a thing can only appeal to weak people who never had the strength of personal spiritual identity to stand for anything, or achieve anything on their own. So by choosing to lose themselves within a group they are cursed to become something less than a human and something more like an ant or a bee or something.
Joining the Masons or any such occult group is like taking a conscious step down the spiritual and human evolutionary ladder.
But in the case of my former landlady she had become involved as a result of being a new arrival from Africa in a new and unfamiliar country, and I wonder how many other migrants might receive a special sort of 'welcome reception' from these strange Masonic charities with the aim of swelling their own agents and influence in society to within the heart of the minority communities, something the Masons are very keen to achieve, particularly within the Muslim community, they are having less success with this but I believe MI5 takes up a lot of the slack.
In fact the Masons and the security services are eternally joined at the hip, and again, within the context of my friends at Bournemouth I found an overture to join the Masons and MI5 being rolled out to me again. I remember it well. I got a phone-call from my former landlady, while I was talking to her she said, 'Hang on a second,' and then her boyfriend spoke from somewhere in the room, he said: "Do you want to join MI5?' It was the plausible deniability technique again, speaking to someone on the phone while someone else in an offhand manner makes the request.
For me it seemed like a serious proposal, I'm not quite sure who he knew in MI5 and why he was in a particular position to offer me a job, except that he had told me his father was a Freemason, but I have few doubts his girlfriend was part of something. I replied 'No.' That was my gut response, I didn't even have to think about it in fact it was probably best I didn't think about it too much as I might have started to create James Bond fantasies for myself, which I knew from my experiences in Tokyo seeing British and American 'agent' types, was totally removed from reality.
She said, :"Are you sure?" I said yes. The tenor of the conversation was very similar to the one I had with my former German/Russian girlfriend, except the outcome was significantly different and rather more surprising. My former girlfriend had said she was glad and put the phone down. When I put the phone down on these two in Bournemouth something very peculiar and paranormal took place which I have never since encountered.
What happened next after refusing a request to join MI5 and putting the phone down was an immediate occult psychic attack. What happened was this: I heard a voice in my head, like a voice in a dream, chanting a spell. I do not remember the precise gist of the chant which I heard except it rhymed and followed a kind of staccato pattern and seemed to be counting down, or building up, to some kind of final curse. It was a cross between the old folk song The Man of Double Deed and The Tyger by William Blake.
I realised that this chant was a curse on me and it was in danger of dominating me, and I had the feeling that if the curse succeeded I would possibly die. The chant seemed to be voiced by several people all in unison and just before it reached its peak I sent my will forth and sent a psychic bomb on the people who were attacking me. The chanting stopped and after a moment I heard applause. I realised that this was the Masons, either dead or living ones, there's not much difference really, a living Mason is half in the land of the dead and a dead Mason is half in the land of the living, which amounts to the same thing.
They, in some weird disembodied lodge of the dead or ghostly living, where applauding my strength. I told them all to get fucked. And they did, they left me alone. There's not a lot Masons or the Illuminati can do against someone who is strong in will and powerful in their resolve.
The word Pyramid itself and its connection to 'fire' as in the word pyro- as in pyromaniac or pyrotechnic, in addition to the phoenix's traditional connection to fire; we are dealing with fire but it is the spiritual fire of the sun. This energy matrix is integral to our soul energy and higher self. The holographic nature of the material world will continue to be revealed, at least to those who take an interest in the ongoing researches and developments in quantum physics.
I saw the advert on Easyroommate.com as I was sat in an internet cafe in Brighton after deciding that Brighton suffered not only from an exorbitance in the price of pints of beer and a marked lack in the availability of reasonably priced accommodation, but also a preponderance of tedious and noisy stag and hen do's which seemed to largely mar any appeal the quaint town centre pubs might have had.
As a result I decided to move on to Bournemouth and see what it was like to live there. It turns out it was a much calmer more spirituality grounded place. Having got off at the bus station I made my way with all my bags to a rendez-vous at 10 Capstone Place and stopping at the bus-stop to rest and catch my breath from my portable portmanteau which I had dragged pushed and heaved all the way from New Cairo, I found myself talking to an old man.
He told me that Bournemouth is apparently one of the happiest places to live in the UK, a place where apparently there is a certain un-namable 'something' in the air which resonates peace. I found this to be true and this indefinable sense of innate comfort, peace and security, seemed to extend as a blanket all the way through Dorset and Wiltshire and continues all the way through Devon and Cornwall. Almost like an ancient blessing or a magical bond of protection cast by the Wizard Merlin himself.
This mystical and sacred shroud of peace seems to begin at some point in the New Forest because once you get to Portsmouth you are clearly in the brutal and jarring 'real world' and perceptibly beyond the confines of the mystic blanket of what C.S Lewis called the nation of Logres, that is, the old sacred civilised heart of ancient Britain and the core of all its finest traditions of humour, tolerance and resilience.
However I feel obliged to add that this is also something extremely malefic in operation in the area of Dorset, which seems to have a particular focus in the New Forest village of Lymington. My landlady's boyfriend was born there and he told me that the Masons there are involved in paedophile rings. I visited Lymington and there is a very tangible sense of evil which pervades this place. Everyone in the town seems cold and aloof and despite the obvious affluence of the town, the people here all seem to be under some burden which renders them unfriendly and perceptibly weary of strangers.
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| The Masonic Hall at Lymington. |
Below is an anonymous post which was made over on the Atlantean Conspiracy blog giving some insight into the occult-world situation in and around the New Forest, and was a reply made to an article of mine which Eric Dubay hosted on his blog, this was back in 2011 when Eric was still talking sense and before he either lost his mind, or was somehow coerced into promulgating the strange flat-Earth disinformation which he lately regrettably appears to be spear-heading,
http://www.atlanteanconspiracy.com/2011/07/truth-about-freemasonry.htmlAnonymous said...
Lots of cult members meet there, everybody bringing their children along, to be abused, drugged (some mushroom stuff, some other things) and tortured until the children pass out. They call that "training" and "programming". The children who grow up this way become later messed up sect members themselves.
The great leader is a demented, old dirty guy by the name of N M. He lives in Minstead and seems like the nice old bloke next door. Involved in charitable stuff, incidentally all to do with children. Well, what with age and all, the pervert can't keep his mouth shut! He is apparently a high up Mason and called "Your Highness" in this Wiccan sect. He has access to children all the time, he boasts. He kidnaps children, using treats like sweets to lure them. He abuses children of friends, scaring them to death, so they don’t tell their parents. There were court cases where the parents found out, but he never got a conviction (no proof and because the kids are unknowingly drugged, they don’t talk sense in court). He is the "Highness" in his sick family. The self-proclaimed 33rd degree Mason N M is really called H L N M and lives in Minstead, New Forest, England.
Other cult members:
Angus Mackinnon
Martin Eayrs (Lancaster)
Alistair Banks (Lyndhurst, New Forest)
There might be harmless cult members as well - I don't know. Maybe there are cult members left in the unknown. The guys above are criminals for sure. I imagine there might be some police members protecting them, because otherwise I wouldn't get why they could do this sick stuff for so long.
N M is involved in an orphan home (Sundri Devi School Bataha) for children in India, with frequent trips over there. I cannot possible imagine him to do it for any other reason than getting access to children. The children are drugged, scared to death (they are certainly threatened with death) and deeply ashamed - so they do not talk. I would not be surprised if there is the occasional death (ritual killings, masked as drowning accidents for example).
The above sect has not only men, there are sick females involved as well. So, do not trust your nice looking neighbour, just because you cannot imagine him or her to do such things. Be weary if your child changes in behaviour. If you know friends of above people - warn them.
As soon as I saw the advert on Easyroommate I immediately felt with a pang that there was some occult or Masonic connection, but at the same time it was possibly the cheapest room in the whole of England, being a tiny box room just slightly bigger than the size of a double bed with space around to just about walk around the edge of the bed to get in or out of it. It cost 50 pounds a week, which in 2007 was at the bottom end of the rental market, in fact it was in the basement or several feet underground of the rental market. The house itself was pretty nice, with a large kitchen with washing machine and a cosy front room, additionally the house's owner and her boyfriend were very interesting and pleasant people, and I became solid friends with my landlady's boyfriend and we spent most of that summer drinking in the local pubs of Bournemouth and talking hard and incessant metaphysics.
This gentleman was a schizophrenic and so far is the only person apart from my own sister, who can actually accept and understand the theory I had developed about the past and present being connected not just by forward causality but also by backward causality since the engine of reality itself exists outside of time and we cannot perceive backward causality because our perceptions and expectations face always forwards in time.
I believe firmly that not only does acting on the present lead to consequences in the future, was is known as traditional 'cause and effect' but also changes in the future can also be connected to commensurate changes in the past. My particular focus was on the human mind and how things that may have happened in ones past, can be intimately connected to thoughts, ideas, wishes and actions of the will, at a future point. This is because the human mind operates beyond time and anyone who has experienced premonitions of the future in dreams will be able to attest to this and a great many of us can all think of salient examples if we were to put our minds to it.
If you are interested in the topic of backwards causality then read my book Light in the Darkness where I explore these themes and concepts in some depth.
So knowing that somehow, making the phone call and expressing an interest in this room at 10 Capstone Place, might bring me back somehow into the shadowy duat of the Freemasons, I went ahead because to be frank, 50 quid was ruddy cheap and I always loved a bargain.
As it turns out the landlady and her boyfriend were both connected to the Illuminati. but I only discovered this some time afterwards, in fact only once I'd left Bournemouth and returned to London. I got to know my landlady quite well and there were one or two interesting things about her. She was from Botswana and was part of a successful San family, the San people are the longest indigenous residents of Botswana and are recognisible by their oriental eyes.
She told me she had become involved with a south coast charity for African migrants called Mosaic which she told me, have a way of initiating new arrivals and connecting them up with local Freemasons in order to find them work, and I suspect she was different person now in England as result of being involved in this spooky 'charity' to who she was back home.
She told me that she was a shaman of her family tribe and she seemed to have the same ability as the Filipino witches I had known in Tokyo. Something else quite odd about her is that I would often find her having conversations with people in the street, with people she had never met before, and when I asked her about she would deny she had said anything. I started to suspect she too was part of something she couldn't tell me about. I don't quite know I keep running into people like this but I suppose there must be some kind of law of attraction in operation. I am interested in metaphysics and experience reality in a way quite different to most people in that I am always trying to see beyond the 'local view' of reality.
For instance I long ago learned to go beyond a human perspective of reality and sought something like a universal view. I realised that I would be stuck on this planet for a few more decades to come, but by no means should I consider this any more than a temporary stopping point on my journey through the cosmos. Even the plays of Shakespeare and the apparent geniuses of human history are merely 'local phenomena' and have limited value in the great scheme of things. All art science and literature is product of being lost in a material existence and mostly great art, literature and science are just an investigation into the 'mystery' of life.
So as long as the condition of mystery and uncertainty exists then science, art and literature have some value, but what if one becomes enlightened and aware of some basic fundamental spiritual realities? Science no longer has any purpose, and is wholly antagonistic to ones personal discoveries. Art and literature too, often focus on pain and emotional turmoil in pursuit of ideals in the physical world but once one has transcended pain and uncertainty and realises that the material world by definition can never be ideal, then art and literature no longer have anything to tell you because they seem hopelessly naive and fall always short of grasping any ultimate truths.
So basically there is, or perhaps, was something in me that was 'seeking' transcendent people and experiences. I say 'was' because I seem to have rather completed my journey and come to the end of the line in terms of what I can learn here. Basically I'm just getting through life at this point, writing a bit, working a bit, just to buy myself some little retirement home somewhere in the deep French countryside, while I await the completion of my life on Earth and the blessed escape from matter, which comes with death.
Now of course I realise I will never meet anyone who is in the same frame of perspective as myself who is not a member of some occult Aleister Crowley group or the Freemasons. The problem is that Freemasons and Crowley people have a similar perspective to mine, except they are not free and are also caught in an entourage which continually tempts them with sex, drugs or financial corruption. I seem to have used the Masons as a stepping stone into a new awareness, but managed to avoid the cage of joining them. Some people may find it reassuring to have a group surrounding them, helping them, directing and controlling them. But by definition such a thing can only appeal to weak people who never had the strength of personal spiritual identity to stand for anything, or achieve anything on their own. So by choosing to lose themselves within a group they are cursed to become something less than a human and something more like an ant or a bee or something.
Joining the Masons or any such occult group is like taking a conscious step down the spiritual and human evolutionary ladder.
But in the case of my former landlady she had become involved as a result of being a new arrival from Africa in a new and unfamiliar country, and I wonder how many other migrants might receive a special sort of 'welcome reception' from these strange Masonic charities with the aim of swelling their own agents and influence in society to within the heart of the minority communities, something the Masons are very keen to achieve, particularly within the Muslim community, they are having less success with this but I believe MI5 takes up a lot of the slack.
In fact the Masons and the security services are eternally joined at the hip, and again, within the context of my friends at Bournemouth I found an overture to join the Masons and MI5 being rolled out to me again. I remember it well. I got a phone-call from my former landlady, while I was talking to her she said, 'Hang on a second,' and then her boyfriend spoke from somewhere in the room, he said: "Do you want to join MI5?' It was the plausible deniability technique again, speaking to someone on the phone while someone else in an offhand manner makes the request.
For me it seemed like a serious proposal, I'm not quite sure who he knew in MI5 and why he was in a particular position to offer me a job, except that he had told me his father was a Freemason, but I have few doubts his girlfriend was part of something. I replied 'No.' That was my gut response, I didn't even have to think about it in fact it was probably best I didn't think about it too much as I might have started to create James Bond fantasies for myself, which I knew from my experiences in Tokyo seeing British and American 'agent' types, was totally removed from reality.
She said, :"Are you sure?" I said yes. The tenor of the conversation was very similar to the one I had with my former German/Russian girlfriend, except the outcome was significantly different and rather more surprising. My former girlfriend had said she was glad and put the phone down. When I put the phone down on these two in Bournemouth something very peculiar and paranormal took place which I have never since encountered.
What happened next after refusing a request to join MI5 and putting the phone down was an immediate occult psychic attack. What happened was this: I heard a voice in my head, like a voice in a dream, chanting a spell. I do not remember the precise gist of the chant which I heard except it rhymed and followed a kind of staccato pattern and seemed to be counting down, or building up, to some kind of final curse. It was a cross between the old folk song The Man of Double Deed and The Tyger by William Blake.
I realised that this chant was a curse on me and it was in danger of dominating me, and I had the feeling that if the curse succeeded I would possibly die. The chant seemed to be voiced by several people all in unison and just before it reached its peak I sent my will forth and sent a psychic bomb on the people who were attacking me. The chanting stopped and after a moment I heard applause. I realised that this was the Masons, either dead or living ones, there's not much difference really, a living Mason is half in the land of the dead and a dead Mason is half in the land of the living, which amounts to the same thing.
They, in some weird disembodied lodge of the dead or ghostly living, where applauding my strength. I told them all to get fucked. And they did, they left me alone. There's not a lot Masons or the Illuminati can do against someone who is strong in will and powerful in their resolve.
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