Awakening The Once and Future King....

Truth against the World: Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Byd

Engraved Welsh stone found in Caerleon.  

For many years the story of King Arthur, the Knights of the Round Table and of the mythical, semi-magical town of Camelot have been relegated to myth and fantasy by the average historian, and metabolised into some kind of weird pagan dungeons and dragons cult by the average craft-store hippy into dragons and swords; or worse, into a vindication of an often confused and idealised mystical pagan-spiritual world view held by ladies who believe in the power of crystals and tarot cards.

Above all Arthur was a Christian, not just any Christian but an indigenous British Christian who exercised his faith without the corrupted baggage of the Roman church. The Romans vacated Britain in the year 383AD, leaving behind a constellation of highly civilised classical towns: Caerleon, Caerwent, Gobannium, Blestium and Moridunum, all contained within a 50 mile radius. Nowhere in the British Isles was so much Romano-Celt culture concentrated in such a densely defined geographical region. Of course, other cities such as Lincoln and York and London were bigger, but these cities were centralised way-markers, distant from one another by more than 50 miles. In Celtic South Wales, not Cornwall,  the story of King Arthur was born.

Reference to King Arthur at Caerleon in the Hanbury Arms.

It is the story of a great and noble King, ruling, not just by the power of men but by the power of God. The Divine Right of Kings is a term little understood by historians except as a sort of accessory to secular or temporal power. This goes back to the ancient Pharaohs and the Djed games where the Pharaoh or King had to prove that he still held God’s favour and still had the right to rule his people. That a king should be divinely ordained is now only given lip-service in a time when few people even understand what God even is anymore or even whether he really exists. A Queen these days has perhaps less understanding of God than her subjects and even less actual power over their own destiny and the destiny of the nation.

All of this in the name of equality, secularisation and materialism. In a materialistic world the man who wields metaphysical power or who concerns himself with the spiritual dimension can be deemed mentally insane and deprived of his liberty, merely because absolute materialism is the new religious dogma and any divergants better tread carefully and not draw attention to themselves. Also, the creed of Equality, being  a noble sound aim is not a reflection of the actual reality we live in. We are not equal. Is a hard working mother who struggles to support her family EQUAL in any way to  a child abusing politician? In what way are they equal? They are both human beings but in the latter instance even this is up for discussion as far as I’m concerned. So what do they mean by equality? What they really mean is no one is special and no one has any more value than the lowest and worst human being on the planet. Even paedophiles and mass murderers still retain their human rights after all, despite being so keen to deprive others of theirs. Does this make any sense? No. But this is all a plot to destroy what is great, good and actually worthwhile and positive in society and people in order to bring them down to a barbaric lowest common denominator so that they can be better controlled by the Elite who will not tolerate anyone better, smarter or more fit to rule than they.

Democracy has become a corruption of what it was meant to be. Democracy meant we were all supposed to co-rule as Kings, as in the example of ancient Greece where Democracy was about active personal engagement in the ruling and law making of the State. Democracy was never about a staged four-yearly pantomime where a work-sodden mass takes some brief respite from work concerns and walks into their local school to step into a booth and tick a box.  If you were to return to ancient Greece and tell them that democracy had mutated into a brief 5 minute activity taking place once every four years he would likely disabuse you of the notion that what you were describing was democracy at all.

In the ancient world power was held in harmony with the spirit of the world  and the Divine right was demonstrated by the King’s ability to perform certain wonders, whether of divination or manipulation of Earthly and spiritual forces in order to demonstrate that he was in harmony with the spirit of the world and thus in harmony with God. These things are commonly today known as ‘White Magic’ and sadly, very few White Magicians are actually worthy of the name Magician and are more likely to be paedophiles or merely hypnotists and conmen. Those women who pass for White Magicians these days are usually under the thrall of spirits and so easily led into confusion and error that they are less powerful and less reliable than mere Muggles.

In fact this spirit is so powerful and our present world rulers are so far from accessing that power  that as soon as one starts to engage in ‘off-the-road’ metaphysical activity and exploration, then the light reaches out to you and begs you to play king and showers you with gifts. This is why alternative researchers in the Truth Community often have ‘I am Jesus’ moments.  From David Icke, David Shayler to the recently deceased John Harris and Rik Clay. 

Indeed, either apparent ‘madness’ or suicide seems to be a common result of the unwary activist/researcher straying to close to the light of truth and knowledge. The light will give you the truth of what you really are will make kings of the universe out of Men but it is something that someone living in a terraced house eating egg and chips for tea every Wednesday and having fish on Thursday, just after the 6 O’clock news might find very hard to accept and digest. Indeed, often these people cannot accept the truth and reality the light is showing them and they lose their sanity under the weight of the revelation; dressing themselves up in women’s clothing or thinking that they have strayed into some kind of fake fantasy reality somehow and that following the cues from several Hollywood movies, the only way to ‘wake-up’ from the fictional simulation is to throw themselves from a building (this being the most common means of suicide amongst those termed schizophrenic).

When one finds oneself in this position of metaphysical awakening, it is essential to resist the mainstream indoctrination that ‘this is all there is’ and that we ought to be content with egg and chips and Eastenders and indeed that we deserve no better and should conceive of no higher possibilities. When in fact, we are beings of infinite power and possibility who have been tricked into surrendering their power to materialism and prime-ministers; the example Jesus encouraged anyone who would follow him to emulate when he promised that ‘the works that I do shall he do also; and greater works that these shall he do..." was sadly a unique and remarkable event on planet Earth which noone seems to have been able to emulate in two thousand years. This is because of humanity's slide into the lower frequency range of pure materialism which truly began when the nascent materialism of the Pharisees answered his anomalous magic by murdering him. They were not divinely inspired and as such had no access to the gifts which Jesus was showered with by a God desperate for a genuine representative on Earth. The Pharisees and murderers of God were the privileged elite and those born not into a political network but into a religious one.

And so it was that in the case of Jesus the Light gave him validation by allowing him to perform miracles, so too these days, though the miracles are of slightly different nature and usually involve extremely odd and unlikely coincidences which are often so frequent as to become profoundly disturbing. The Light is giving them validation and signs and begging them to do something to kick out the foreign usurpers sat on thrones working for malign foreign interests, or the puppet politicians ‘suits full of bugger-all’ as Ben Elton once wittily remarked, who are literally men of straw, there’s nothing to them at all except for a job title and Secret-Services protection, they are place-men who find themselves in power on the basis of an accident of birth, an old family connection, the right education, or inherited wealth, but they in themselves have nothing intrinsically powerful or worthy about them.

And so it was no doubt with King Arthur and his royal court. A king who inherited his crown from a goddess in a lake is no doubt some kind of metaphor for the showering of diving gifts which the Light gives to its chosen human representatives on Earth. His magician Merlin assuring his defence against the dark-arts and his enemy and angry deranged son Mordred, the unreconstructed pagan beast man denying the light of truth in Christianity and continuing like a Pharisee, in the error of his politicised religion. King Arthur's material defence came not from Freemasonic secret service spooks using paedophilia to blackmail threats to the state, but from the Knights of the Round Table themselves, Knights who so embodied nobility and virtue that was only when the leader of their number fell into vice and corruption that the whole kingdom fell.

Pendragon... Pen Draig meaning Head Dragon. A title applied to the traditional kings of the Britons.

Perfect virtue needs less protection than corruption and when I lived in Cairo I marvelled at the incredible and as it turns out, well founded fears of corrupt oligarch Hosni Muburak, who only ever travelled around Egypt in a cavalcade of at least 30 cars, the number of cars reducing the possibility of a would be assassin choosing the correct one which contained the hidden-hand agent in the Muslim world. Of course his corrupt reign came to an end, as does all corruption, the greater the corruption the more short-lived the rule. One need only examine the example of the Soviet system of government and now in these days, their agents in the Moslem world in countries such as the aforementioned Egypt, Syria, Libya, Yemen, Iraq and others. All countries which were easily brought from the frying pan of British and French overt colonisation to the fire of covert Soviet rule by Russian agents proselytising  Pharisee Jewish Socialism in order to impoverish those nations not strengthen them, in order to further an anti-human genocide agenda which is coming to a head in our times.

I visited Caerleon with my parents and sister, little suspecting that I was actually about to discover the mythical land of Camelot itself. The seperate peices of the puzzle had been rattling around in my head for some time: the mythical Christian connection, the Holy Grail as a British legend NOT an English one, the civilising Roman influence and the foundation of military discipline and civilised courtly living, along with, as a final ‘wake up to the facts, the rather remarkable collection and work of Dr Russell Rhys as kindly explained to me by Katherine who owns one of the shops which plays host to his life's work as an artist, currator and local historian.

Longtime activist for recognition of Caerleon as Camelot: Dr Russell Rhys.

Entrance to the Russell Rhys collection at Caerleon.

The town of Caerleon is a veritable paradise for the history buff containing arguably the most remarkable Roman remains in England outside of Hadrian’s Wall and thermae at Bath in the shape of the striking and relatively well preserved amphitheatre, along with part of a soldier’s bathing complex and stone remains of the soldiers barracks (this is incidentally where the majority of the Roman occupying force was housed in the UK) as such it’s relatively secluded location just  across the river Severn and easy access to any part of the country striking up from South Wales into the heart of the Isles, or crossing the Severn for an easy trek to pacify the Southern tribes. 

A rather beautiful village has grown up over the years around the old Roman remains and contains building dating to the Norman epoch but most of the buildings are tudor. Indeed, Alfred Lord Tennyson visited the Hanbury Arms pub in 1850 by which time the coaching inn was already described as ancient. The pub itself appears to be off Tudor construction and has stone gothic upper windows frames which may have been part of the original Norman riverside fortress of which only a crumbing stone tower remains which is attached to the present building.

The Hanbury Arms. Ancient even in Tennyson's time.

The Hanbury Arms stands by the river Usk and in ancient times the many  water courses coming down from the Welsh hills and the Brecon Beacons would have created a very secure set of islands which would be fairly easy to defend with the natural barriers of the fast flowing tidal rivers.

Writers such as CS Lewis have been aware of the Arthurian legend and its link to Christianity. CS Lewis was no mere writer of fiction, he was a writer of Christian allegory, however as a former occult practitioner he learned that spirituality and religion isn’t just something for a Sunday to be consumed before the trip to the pub and Sunday lunch, but that it is an ongoing hidden reality being played out on a daily basis through the theatre of human life and activity. It was apparently JRR Tolkien who brought the metaphysical adventurer Lewis into the safe haven of Christian belief and he too, would imbue his work with metaphysical Christian allegory, all apparently derived from ancient tales and the so called ‘myths’ of the British Isles and Anglo-Saxon tales. 

Tolkien depicts the land of middle Earth as the battle ground between the dark forces of Anglo-Saxon paganism and Nordic Nazi atheism against the light of the magician Gandalf and the British magical tradition, and his chosen company made up of those member of various races with the most moral courage and will to serve good. The Dwarves and Hobbits for instance are frequently derided as a race by Gandalf, yet its finest representatives are not. The ‘race of men’ is often depicted as the weakest link in the struggle between good and evil on planet Earth, being most open to corruption and the least set in their goals, yet despite this, with magical help and divine assistance, a King comes forth from the race of men and eventually rules the Earth as a divinely ordained King. It is clear again that The Lord of the Rings is a retelling of the story of King Arthur and his magician Merlin and we are seeing an iteration in modern literary and film culture of the story of King Arthur.

The key to success in the story being the displaying of all of the traditional moral virtues of fidelity, honesty, courage, hope and perhaps, as a key Christian theme, resisting temptation in the shape of the Ring itself when it presents itself at various times to the different characters in the story and offers them the opportunity to wield its ‘power’. The virtue of abstinence and resisting temptation apparently being key in the successful transmutation of the experience, while falling to temptation as in the case of the human Boromir result in what is traditionally considered to be the wages of sin: Death. The ring perhaps represent unnatural dominance over others, forged not by the hand of God but by the hand of Sauron (or Satan) all the same, the ring is a political ‘bond’ between different people, presided over by the Satanic power represented by the black magician Sauron. Perhaps this isn’t so very different from out present reality here on Earth.

Arthur and Mordred locked in deadly battle, a sculpture from the Dr Russel Rhys collection at Caerleon.

So what do we actually know about King Arthur? Well he must have existed at a point in the past earlier that 594 AD because it is at this point that the first written evidence of his existence exists, recorded in the Welsh poem Y Gododdin by Aneurin.

And it was reported to me by a Katherine, the owner of one of the shops in Carleon clustered around the Dr Rhys collection, in what is said the be the old Roman stable yard, that Arthur specifically held his court at the Roman amphitheatre. I don’t know what she based her theory on but it is an appealing and romantic in its manner of connecting the Christian Roman world with the civilized Athurian court.

Support for the Welsh location of Camelot:

The earliest reference to King Arthur date to the 6^th century proving that Arthur’s court could not have been at  Glastonbury as supposed since it was not founded until the 9^th century.

The Roman barracks at Caerleon which gave the town its name of 'City of the Legion'.

Caerleon was the largest Roman settlement in the UK and continued to be inhabited long after other Roman towns in the UK had been overrun by Anglo-Saxons and other barbarians. As a Christian roman settlement in a world of growing barbarism which had already overtaken England, it would  certainly fit the historical context of the Arthurian legend.

The name Caerleon most likely means ‘City of the Legion’ and this is amply demonstrated by the barracks ruins and bathing facilities for the 2^nd Augustan Legion which invaded Britain in 43AD and which became stationed here for 200 years, this therefore was the principal military camp during the Roman occupation of Britain.

The river Usk, the river which protected the city of Caerleon.

Both Thomas Mallory’s definitive Arthurian romance and Geoffrey of Monmouth’s Historia Regum Britanniae both firmly site the location of Arthur’s court at Caerleon, both matching in name ‘The City of the Legion’ and by geographical descriptions: 

 

"Situated as it is in Glamorganshire, on the River Usk, not far from the Severn Sea, in a most pleasant position, and being richer in material wealth than any other townships, this city was eminently suitable for such a ceremony."

Alfred Lord Tennyson stayed at Caerleon at the Hanbury Arms to write his Arthurian Romance Idylls of the King, clearly Tennyson believed by staying at Caerleon he was retracing the steps of the ancient British King and likely was in the area researching his poem, as often this is the best way to obtain direct authentic information.

King Arthur was renowned as an excellent warrior and swordsman, killing up to 90 men in a single battle. Is it not likely that such a man would have arisen within a town with a strong military ethos. This ties in with other accounts that Arthur was actually a possible Roman legion, and this idea was developed into a film: The Last Legion (which was based on Mallory’s La Morte D’Arthur).

  

Was the Roman Ampitheatre at Caerleon the seat of King Arthur and the home of the Knights of the Round Table? According to local lore, it was.

There are such vaults and hollow caves,
Such walls and conduits deep,
Made all like pipes of earthen pots
Wherein a child may creep..

Ten thousand men may lodge them there unseen
In treble dykes that guard the fortress well,
And yet amid the fort a goodly green
Where that a power and mighty camp may dwell
In spite of world, if soldiers victuals have.
The hill so stands, if bird but wing do wave
Or man or beast but once stir up the head
A bow above with shaft shall strike it dead.

Caerleon was especially noted for "Arthur's Table", a huge grass-covered raised oval hollow around which King Arthur and his knights often sat.

As a final comment, I think the whole story of King Arthur is still being played out today. A good book which depicts this contrast in the UK between barbarity and civilisation which seems to be one of the great mysteries of our culture these days, is CS Lewis' That Hideous Strength, a part sci-fi, part mystical metaphysical tale which pits the old British mysticism against modern English scientism, and the result is a cataclysm as the powers and principles of ancient good are opposed against the creeping evil which seems to be dominating the UK these days. 

Is it time for The Once and Future King to return and save the UK from the degrading folly of barbarians?

An end to the paedophile politicians blackmailed by foreign powers into destroying this fine nation! And end to the deliberate destruction of centuries of British culture and the errosion of the principles of freedom of speech and expression! And end to the persecution of real culture and freedom and its replacement with a degraded worthless culture of sluts and thugs teaching our little girls how to be pole-dancers.

We need an army of King Arthurs to ride through this country striking down the barbarian horde and rousting the corruptors from their little secret hiding places, and we need an army of Merlins bending reality itself to create a more positive healthy vision for a new and better world.

Where are you true born Britons? We need you now more than ever to take back these islands before they are forever lost to the deepening mists of darkness.

http://www.britannia.com/history/arthur/caerleon.html

http://www.caerleon.net/history/churchyard/

The Real Enemy.....The Little Voice.

The Illuminati and all the nefarious little sub-sects and organised gangs of men in suits looking to steal your money and freedom or deranged street lurking weirdos with knives looking to steal your wallet or your life are one of the dangers which the unwary can fall foul of, but a much more powerful enemy doesn't wander the streets or plot in darkened rooms, your ultimate enemy is already inside you.

Question is.... how much power do you give this enemy?

I won't pretend this information is new. It isn't. But it isn't something which is made readily public because it's a little too metaphysical, possibly religiously flavoured and frankly, a bit too close to home for most people to be willing to even think about.

It requires total honesty, humilty and self awareness and frankly most people cannot achieve that. I know I for one cannot. Though by admitting this I am getting closer to the goal. But this boast is also enough to move me further from the goal. Such is the difficulty and subtlety involved in this struggle.

Were this information to be made public knoweldge then the dominance of the nefarious rulers of the world who play on our fears and insecurities to secure their power-base, would crumble very quickly.

The enemy is you, or at least, part of you that you think is you, but is in fact a left over relic from our primitive days as violent semi-animals incapable of communicating subtle nuances of meaning which make cooperation and the larger network of human society possible.

The enemy is the little-voice in your head,

I don't mean this in a schizophrenic way, simply that we all have little voices in our heads as a constant companion. Only perhaps the Zen Master has managed to quiet this dangerous little trickster who leads us to disaster as he plays us against each other to our confusion and destruction.

This is the little voice in your head that judges others, despite you knowing nothing about the world they're living in. We are hungry and in a sort of biological need to judge others quickly and often entirely erroneously, because in the earliest days of our animal existence we need to think and act fast to avoid predators or to capitalise on a perceived weakness of an enemy or opponent.

But we are no longer animals: we do not spend our lives on all fours scampering about, climbing trees when we judge a threat from another animal, or planning an attack. However the ability to do that is still completely present within us, and if anything, has become even more developed with the millennia of its entrenchment within the human mind without anyone questioning its presence and no-one has ever taught us to transcend or to outgrow this, except perhaps certain prophets and smart people who generally find themselves being persecuted by the collective reptilian animal consciousness which fears itself getting found out and rouses its human agents to persecute and kill the dissenter who would show us our true hidden enemy.

The little voice tells us to be offended; tells us that our feelings are hurt and that we must punish, exact revenge or persecute the person who offended us. The chances are, the person who offended us was ALSO operating under the compulsions, instructions and suggestions of 'the little voice'. The little voice tells us to get angry and shout at people when we consider they have made an error, and at the same time, if we find out that it was our error after all then the SAME voice is the one which persecutes us with feelings of guilt. We cannot win against the voice. It plays all sides against the other and takes no final responsibility for the things it whispers to us.

The little voice leads us to misunderstand each other. To react with instinct which then develops into thoughts which then become acts or words. All on the basis of a misunderstanding.

This is also the voice, and this is its greatest trick: he also tells us that we are already perfect, that we don't need to change ourselves and improve, and seek to consciously evolve. That there is 'nothing wrong with me'. He makes us blind to our faults or at least, makes us turn a blind indulgent eye to them, because after all, it's 'us' and we understand ourselves and know what we really meant, and that we had the best motives at heart. He makes us careless and complacent; satisfied and insensitive to the 'reality' of other people's feelings and the possibility that deep within themselves, they really are trying to be the best they can be.

This little voice is animal in nature and also 4 dimensional, that is, it transcends physical limitations. It's only interest is creating conflict and seeking personal security, but it does this with no wider social goal. It doesn't care about destruction, right and wrong or ethics because it is reptilian. It cares only about self protection which also means projecting oppression, coercion and violence, whether physical or verbal, outwards.

But it is a web and we are all caught deep inside it, blindly banging against each other as we all jostle for some superiority over others, whether actual physical and material superiority or mental and emotional.

How to beat the little voice? How to beat Sam Gold?

I don't know. And by admitting that I don't know, I am closer to knowing how to.

And sometimes, just when I think I'm getting somewhere is precisely when I am most at the mercy and the least defended against the total destruction and chaos which the little voice can wreak with just the merest whisper into my ear.

The only thing to truly fear is 'yourself'.

Welcome to the 4th Dimension please transcend carefully

A 4 Dimensional 'Clifford Torus'

Welcome to the 4th dimension. Or at least, a map of how to get there, or, more accurately, since you are already there but just don’t know it yet, less a map, more a guided tour. So here I present my guided tour of the 4th dimension, a place you instinctively already know, and you will find much that is already familiar to you, except perhaps, you didn’t KNOW that this was the 4th dimension, nor did you even know how much reality there was in what you thought you already knew, if you know what I mean. Well, even if you don’t hopefully you will by the end of this briefing.

The universe we live in is a geometric reality. We know this because we can observe it for ourselves. We can use the facts of 3 dimensional geometry to build and shape the world around us and have been busy doing just this, with varying degrees of hubris and success, for thousands of years. From the construction of the ancient Pyramids; the great Gothic Cathedrals of the middle-ages to soaring steel and glass structures which are our new Holy Temples of the secular era. Our physical senses are sensors built within our 3 dimensional physical forms.

We are constructed from the sum of 1 dimensional, 2 dimensional and 3 dimensional forms. Our eyes are roughly 3 dimensional spheres, the skin covering our 3 dimensional body is roughly, at least to our observation, an approximate 2 dimensional film or surface which covers the body and the hairs which sprout from this are more or less, from our point of observation, roughly approximate to 1 dimensional lines. So the 3 dimensional universe we observe is a rough cumulation of the previous dimensions. 

Classic Tesseract or Hypercube. A 4 dimensional cube.

However a single human hair, from a certain perspective can be reasonably approximated to a one dimension line, but in reality we ought to know that it is in actuality a 3 dimensional tube with 1 dimensional length, 2 dimension width and 3d dimensional thickness. But because its higher dimensions are visible only with a microscope or with exceptional eyesight or perception, then it can be approximated to a 1 dimensional shape and this is something which the artist or painter is the master of. Indeed an artist is even able to represent a 3d dimensional object in only 2 dimensions as long as we observe the image on the scale the artist intended. 

Should we zoom in too closely and observe the painting too closely then the illusion of higher dimensionality breaks down and we clearly observe the 2 dimensional shapes which make up the apparent 3 dimensional image. Should we observe the painting even more closely then even the illusion of 2 dimensionality starts to break down, and we will observe the 1 dimensional brush strokes which have been accumulated to give the illusion of higher dimensionality.

And this metaphor of the artist’s canvas and the illusion of dimensionality is actually very useful to us in our exploration of what we consider to be the ‘real world’. From this analogy we can discover that the dimensionality of the world is not actually absolute but depends on our point of observation.

For instance if we observe any 3 dimensional object from a far enough distance it will lose its apparent higher dimensions. A tree, a building, or even a person, from a distance will lose its depth and appear to have only height and width; from further still a tree for instance may appear as only a 1 dimensional line, and this is how an artist will represent a tree or group of trees, in a painting. It is only when one draws closer and closer to the object that the higher dimensions reveal themselves.

First the line of the trunk thickens and we observe that it is a standing brown rectangle; closer still and the rounded cylindrical nature of the trunk is revealed. So if we get closer still, closer perhaps than our 3 dimensional sense organs will presently allow us, would we observe a higher dimensionality to the tree trunk? According to modern scientific theory the answer is a resounding ‘yes’. Presently science is a little vague and confused about the nature of time and space but has a certain notion that higher dimensions are ‘folded’ into the quantum realm at a subatomic level.

This theory of ‘dimensional folding’ may seem like a contrived last ditch effort for science to balance its books and account for the various forces in the universe, in particular the rate of expansion of the universe which seems to literally fly in the face of the balance of forces presently observable, by cooking up some mysterious extra dimensions where they can hide all their miscalculations and scientific misapprehensions, and how convenient that science tells us these dimensions are so small as to be invisible which handily means they don’t really have to exist at all since no one will be able to check what sounds like a dubious claim. Like some kind of quantum-rug which all the accumulated bad science can handily be swept under, and science can carry on regardless pontificating and pretending to be the class ‘know-it-all’ claiming even to know the things it does not know, but this theory of dimensions being scale-dependent is really the core of the whole idea of dimension, space and reality.

Although we cannot observe these subatomic realms where science suspects these extra dimensions lay, with their hidden play of forces which balance the books of the energetic universe we observe, we can observe the higher end of the scale, the macro universe, which conveniently for us, mirrors the micro.

4 Dimensional Orthoplex hexadecahedron.

Just as the old mystical adage ‘as above so below’, namely that the micro-cosmos is reflected in the macro-cosmos, that the apparent forms and energetic interchanges which we can observe in the outer world of the greater universe, are all repeated at diminishing scales until 3d reality as we know it ceases at its ultimate point of origin at the subatomic Planck length. So as we observe distant galaxies as flat disks against a black background, we see only two dimensions and we would have no reason to suspect that the cotton wool smudge we observe has a depth of field. Not only that, the distant galaxies contain not only millions of stars but of course planets, animals, life of all kinds, bacteria, and also their own corresponding unaccountable plethora of subatomic particles from which all of the visible activity and energy in the galaxy is originating.

The 2d circle viewed from afar on closer inspection is revealed to be a 3d sphere. The bacterium or cell observed on the plate of a microscope appears to be flat, but of course, this too has 3 dimensions, so too do molecular patterns observed with electron microscopes, but we are too far away, too removed from its reality field to observe it properly. Despite the object under observation appearing to be right under our noses as we gaze at it, we are infinitely removed from its reality field. It exist on a whole other scale which we can never access.

In a sense we are as 'far away' from sub-atomic strings as we are from a distant galaxy, so if we were to get closer to the physical centre of the universe (the string) its multi-dimensional 'depths' would reveal themselves.

So the deeper into the ‘field’ you go, the more dimensions of reality ‘open up’ or unfold. Reality to my mind is rather like the electromagnetic field of light. With the Planck length being the most remote and smallest possible point in 3d, expanding outward, increasing in scale through quarks, electrons, protons, atomic elements , molecules, bacteria, living organisms, mammals, planets, stars, galaxies and.....the presently unknown out limits of the expanding universe. It is not a linear movement through dimensionality but an exponential growth through size and scale as reality either ‘unfolds’ outwards, or ‘folds’ inwards. 

4d Octaplex Icositetrachoron

First of all, on the intuitive level, if higher dimensions are accessed from only within the present geometry and not outside of it, then it makes sense that sub-atomic particles will open up new dimensions deep inside themselves. When these particles are destroyed then new 3d dimensional particles come into existence from within the inner 4d dimension which resolves into 3d particles, many of which exist for only short periods in 3d time-space.

At this point I feel I must temper all of this scientific styled discussion with a timely interruption of ‘spanner’ in the works, and start to get on-track for the destination where we are heading, for let us remember that ‘The Kingdom of Heaven is within you’. And that, in summary is my thesis. That the whole invisible mystery of God, of the spirit, of heaven and hell, exist ‘within’, in the SOURCE. The folded higher dimensions which science has told us we are ‘allowed’ to believe in and even encourages us to do so.

Though I suspect if Science had a strong suspicion that God could be found folded up within the minute but infinitely large higher dimensions hidden within the subatomic realm, then they would likely back-track and reconsider the promulgation of this theory. Indeed, this is why the media are trumpeting the hunt for the so called ‘God Particle’, never mind that the idea of a ‘particle’ rather misses the point and they ought to have learned from the double slit photon experiment that God would not be content to reveal himself solely as a particle since that would mean he was a limited 3 dimension phenomenon and we know that God would be the creator of the universe, not a product of it. So Just as the higher dimension is within us, it is also locked within every electro-magnetic particle in the universe: The Kingdom of Heaven is within us. Indeed.

To be continued.....

Lutz Bahr: German paedophile resident in North Cyprus.. protected by local Freemason police.

A man I had the misfortune of once working with, a German predatory Freemasonic paedophile called Lutz Bahr is committing acts of child abuse with the full knowledge of the local Turkish police authorities, school staff and school management at East Mediterranean doğa koleji where he has been working for almost 20 years.

I worked with him at East Mediterranean Koleji, now called Magusa Doga Koleji, and had no suspicion that he was into abusing children, although I was pretty sure he was a Freemason as he had that affable fakeness which they all wear like a mask.

As I say I had no idea he was a paedophile preying on poor local Turkish children and their families but on one occasion I came into my classroom after Lutz had been holding his 'Architecture club' where he would have his students construct models of buildings out of various materials, and noticed that there was an award certificate which a student had left on the desk which had a prominent Masonic square and compass on it. I also remember a female student, of about 14 years old, was about to tell me something about Lutz and the architecture club, but she quickly stopped herself, as if she remembered that she has to keep a secret and wasn't allowed to tell anyone.

This situation is almost exactly the same as the circumstances of a story I will post at the bottom of the age where a school teacher used his position to establish a secret society in order to abuse children.

I also suspect he was involved in some kind of secret services as I was once having a conversation about the secret services with a colleague in the staff-room and he barked loudly in a threatening way signaling that I should stop the conversation. I thought little of it at the time except that he was possibly just crazy, but in retrospect, after becoming aware of the interplay between Freemasonry, child abuse and various of the world secret services then his behaviour is typical in this field.

After leaving this school at the expiration of my contract my then girlfriend who worked at the affiliated university told me that Lutz Bahr had actually physically abducted a local boy who lived with his family who had moved from the Turkish mainland. The boy was returned some days later and Lutz reportedly paid off the family and as a result they did not to make a formal police complaint.

In addition, a university lecturer had once used his computer at his home and had observed that typing anything into the address bar of his computer brought up various paedophile web addresses evidently containing images of child abuse.

This apparently is his modus operandi, to pay the poor families originating from the Turkish mainland to be allowed to abuse their children.

Other children were reportedly abused by Lutz, always boys it seems, and despite concerned members of staff at the University making official police reports Lutz was never prosecuted or even apparently interpolated by the police.

No doubt as a result of Lutz' Freemasonic membership.

The man is still very much at large in the Famagusta area of North Cyprus and likely continuing his career as serial paedophile. He also runs a local swimming club for children at the school and drives around the island in a large white transit van. No doubt for conveniently bundling stray children into, who have the misfortune to cross his path.

I mentioned what my girlfriend had told me to another staff member at the school and it appears most of the staff actually know what he gets up to, but for some reason nobody seems willing or able to do anything about it.

Again, local police, the Turkish school authorities in Turkey and North Cyprus were all informed. Several members of staff went to the police with their concerns several years ago. Nothing has been done. This web page is the only means I can think of to raise awareness of this disgusting piece of Freemasonic paedophile filth.

As a teacher I have a duty of care over young people and a legal responsibility to say something if I know something.

I am sickened and saddened that many other members of staff and colleagues of Mr Lutz Bahr know exactly what this man is yet feel no such professional or moral obligation to do the same.

Hopefully one day justice will catch up with this wretched man one way or another.

Related story:

PUBLISHED: 22:09, 25 October 2013 | UPDATED: 22:09, 25 October 2013.

• Ex-Bible teacher Robert Louis Rosseau, 41, sentenced to 12 years jail for luring underage girls for sex through a 'secret society'.
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• The former Christian Academy of San Antonio teacher reached a plea agreement last month. His ploy was exposed when he attempted to recruit a third girl into the group.

A 41-year-old former Bible teacher who sexually assaulted two teenage students after luring them through a 'secret society' based on the occult, Christianity and Freemasonry has been sentenced to 12 years jail.

Robert Louis Rosseau, who taught eighth graders at the Christian Academy of San Antonio, reached a plea agreement last month over the aggravated assault of two underage girls.

According to court documents, the 'secret society' was revealed in October 2009 when Rosseau tried to recruit a third girl into the group.  But when she balked at the offer and tried to reveal the secret society to students at another school, the group's two existing 'members' attacked her.  

That's when the girl told authorities that Rosseau was trying to enlist her in the group and accused him of having sex with the other two teens, according to an arrest affidavit.

The girl said the other teens told her that Rosseau had seen both of them nude and also told her 'this was a part of the trust that was needed for the 'order' to operate'. The girl told police Rosseau talked to her for about an hour at Medina Lake vacation home, explaining the 'society' was based on Christianity, the occult, magic and Freemasonry'.

Rosseau told her he was a '38th degree mason, and he needed to add a third person into the 'society'.'  Two weeks later, one of the two members of the group told her parents Rosseau had been sexually assaulting her since January 9. She said the other teen, who refused to talk to police, persuaded her to join the society which was 'geared to help mankind'. 

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2477120/I-monster-Teacher-sex-underage-female-students-luring-secret-society-based-magic-sentenced-12-years-jail.html

The Illuminati finally unmasked....

The All-Seeing eye represent the psychic powers of the Illuminati
which they use to easily control and subvert the largely
non psychic world population. 

Existence of the worldwide Illuminati psychic network.

The Illuminati are NOT what you think or have been told they are. They are not a weird ritualistic secret society of people like David Rockerfeller and Mr Rothschild, confined to meeting in Masonic lodges, though these two are most certainly part of the Illuminati.

They are not only limited to people who went to Yale University, or solely people who are Jews and Freemasons. They are NOT only limited to millionaires, pop-stars and Angelina Jolie.

The Illuminati in reality is EVERYWHERE.

In your children's local school, in the local hospital. Perhaps your family doctor is part of the Illuminati. You wouldn't necessarily know it. This is the destruction of society from within, by those holding key positions within it.

The Illuminati are an invisible psychically connected hive-mind network which transcends time and space. The most pyschically powerful are in constant communication with each other and other entities which maybe they believe are aliens, or angels, demons, or even deceased relatives.

Some of them are fully psychic and can easily read your thoughts.

They are not limited to one nation or ethnic group. It isn't about Jews, or Germans, or this group or that group. Simply they're all over the world. But some groups have better organised their Illuminati bloodlines into political and cultural forces.

The Illuminati pyramid capstone symbol represents the hidden psychic elite who control the lives of the ordinary non psychic human population. The EYE is the psychic eye third eye which can read your thoughts and knows all about you just by reading your innate mental signal.

When George Orwell wrote in his book 1984: 'if there is hope... it lies with the proles’ this is what he was referring to because the working classes are largely non psychic and not part of this hive-mind network. This is what the book of Revelation was referring to where it says: "Who is like unto the Beast? Who is able to make war with him?" The Beast is invisible to our eyes and hides in the minds' of the Illuminati. We cannot fight it because we cannot access it, and once we come close to the Beast then we are possessed by it and cannot fight what is inside us. 

The upper middle-classes, and the elite are wholly dominated by fully psychic individuals and they have succeeded in keeping it very quiet until now. I count myself as one of the proles, though I do have bloodline inherited from the 6th Earl of Wentworth: William Thomas Spencer Wentworth-Fitzwilliam who was my great grandfather and my grandmother’s name of Butler was invented for her father who was indeed the illegitimate son of the 6th Earl, so he was given a new surname, or rather the surname that is commonly applied to. My dad and I both carry the Earl's name as a middle name and my great grandfather carried the William Spencer name. I have the documentation of his birth as obtained from the church at Wentworth in Yorkshire.

My great grandfather: William Spencer Butler, son of the 6th Earl of Wentworth.

As a matter of fact the actual 7th Earl who inherited the title was rumored not to be bloodline at all, and was brought into the family as what they called a 'changeling' because the bloodline was so cursed by epilepsy. Therefore it is my small boast that I carry the last remaining authentic bloodline from the Wentworth-Fitzwilliam family (well, me and my two great cousins and their offspring), and the name Fitzwilliam indicates that the family originated as a natural son of William the Conqueror. And I don't have eplilepsy either.


I don't know whether any of this stuff matters much. I suppose I have inherited 'something' from all this. Otherwise I don't suppose I'd be writing this in the first place.

My great great grandfather: William Thomas Spencer Wentworth-FitzWilliam, 6th Earl of Wentworth.

You can be Illuminati bloodline, but not be Illuminati. Such is my case. At least for the moment. I have no wish to be Illuminati and am presently resisting it with all my strength.

They perpetuate themselves through child abuse, simple genetic inheritance, and trauma based mind control. Certain types of military training can create an Illuminati mind, so too do many of the corporate, social and so called 'charity' training programmes presently offered in the UK and abroad. This is how the Illuminati reproduces and grows. When a Freemason pervert abuses a child he is doing what he is ordered to do. He is increasing the amount of Illuminati in the human population.

As for precise figures of how many of these psychic people there are I cannot give an accurate figure due to the inability of a non psychic individual to perceive their abilities, though occasionally they may reveal themselves subtly for some reason (of friendship for instance though this is rare) or more commonly for bullying purposes which sadly is more common.

As to the internal mental landscape of these people, information is readily available from the externalisation of their inner world which takes place in the media. Any of the vapid and morally destructive songs by Lady Gaga, Beyonce, Jenifer Lopez and any other of these psychic hypnotised people's products in the media which revolves around materialism and sex, that's all they're really capable of understanding or caring about. Or the horror and violence in movies which externalises the horror inside themselves. For them, these are not films but merely documentation of their own infernal internal landscapes.

They're really out there....

The role of hypnosis is a very important method of policing and controlling the perceptions of these psychic individuals and they can be led to believe almost anything about the nature of the world around them. I believe that a common delusion amongst these people is that they are cursed, and indeed their condition does seem like a curse. It may sound funky cool and futuristic to be part of some international worldwide elite psychic network called the Illuminati (and movies like X Men play into this) but the reality is sadly not cool and not funky. It is sad, cold and confused; a lost and loveless state.

This has been going on for a long time and the Bible is one of the books which documents these people and their experiences quite deeply though the Old Testament does seem to blame God for this which I’m not quite sure is fair, when it refers to:

“....he who pours contempt on nobles made them wander in a pathless waste.”

Referring in particular to the ‘royal’ bloodline element to this ‘condition’ and since those royals were so prolific in fathering children there are a lot of these people around today. And the phrase 'pathless waste' refers to the inner confusion and desolation which reigns inside them: nothing has any purpose, they feel empty and hollow. Life and death has little meaning for them and to some extent they are already dead inside. 

Though for me I don’t consider it God’s work making people into psychic schizophrenics anymore than it is God who sexually abuses children at an early age and thus either renders them schizophrenic and psychic at that point, or leaves it to activate at a later day during intense stress; it’s more a problem of human bio-psychology and early prehistoric experiments in mind control and the various techniques which I have outlined in World Control Through Psychemotional Manipulation; namely using terror and fear techniques to succeed in creating a permanent change of brain chemistry by converting adrenaline into adrenochrome and depleting serotonin. This is the cause of so many addictions, particularly drug addictions when the eating, drinking or drug abuse becomes the only way to farm serotonin (essentially the neurochemical which produces pleasure, happiness and comfort).

NOTE: The condition CAN be reversed. Dr Abram Hoffer and the Niacin Adrenonchrome hypothesis is key to this process. This goes for 'Illuminated' consciousness, shizophrenia, being 'on the level' or whatever you call it. If you want to be free then you can be. Contact me for more details otherwise research the vitamin B3 adrenochrome scavenging hypothesis.

The Illuminati presently must hide themselves because they are vastly outnumbered, however they are in all the positions necessary for full control of the people living in the world. If people were to become aware not only that the Illuminati controled them, exploited them and corrupted them, they probably wouldn’t mind too much as long as the football season continued uninterrupted and the price of a six pack didn’t rise too much, but if they knew that the people who controled their lives and for whom they worked or even their colleagues, were fully psychic and constantly reading their minds (they have no choice, they cannot turn off the signal) then likely some kind of epic battle or series of street by street massacres would take place. Like in the X Men movies.

This of course is totally undesirable, at least as far as I’m concerned.

This is THEIR way of doing things, this is their mindset and operating system and shouldn’t be ours. We have access to love, compassion, pity and forgiveness, none of which mean anything to them, since disconnecting consciousness from their heart centres and due to the various techniques already discussed elsewhere, they just cannot FEEL these emotions. These words mean nothing to them. Pity, for them is just a word and doesn’t evoke anything, indeed they probably consider it a weakness and just another way to control other people.

But all the same, they need all the pity, forgiveness and love we can give them because as children of the Light that is what we do and what God made us for, it is only they who have become corrupted and mutated from God’s original design for humanity.

This is why there are so many atheists out there now, well, there have always been atheists but in the past they had different names for it: Neo Platonism, Satanism, witchcraft, Enlightenment philosophy, humanism, but they existed on the fringes, hidden in groups or cults within cults. They disbelieve in God because they blame him for what happened to them, or indeed they ‘fear him’; they fear judgment for their thoughts and deeds, and often their thoughts and deeds are of a very destructive and negative nature due to being trapped in the psychic hive-mind which seems to resonate at a very negative base level of fear, control and the sorry and sordid attempt to attain sensual gratification.

With the loss of the heart centre so too does the sense of inner peace and love disappear, leaving a desperate need to find something to replace it. This also explains why our society has been on a downward slide to abject materialism these past 400 or so years, basically the time from which Freemasonry became empowered as an engine of society. ‘Is there no help for the widow’s son?’ A typically disempowered cry from the schizo-gnostic hive mind asking for pity which they will never understand but will gladly reap the benefits of.

The recent movie Gone Girl perfectly encapsulates the average state of mind of these people though admittedly she is an extreme example, most of the people would not go as far as to casually murder someone (sorry spoiler) but Gone Girl neglects the psychic factor, perhaps because the writer Gilian Flynn herself is not aware of it, or indeed, didn’t want to turn a serious study in psychopathy into what would be broadly perceived as fantasy. And that is just what this stuff will sound like to maybe 90 percent of you. The other 10 percent know exactly what I’m talking about...wink wink.

Once you see them, the stakes totally change. 

This also explains the Gang Stalking phenomenon. Bands of psychic individuals, either members of secret societies or just local yobbos, banding together to try to either milk emotionally energy from those they harass with the eventual aim of making them the same as they are. Their numbers are growing because there are more of them around due to the terrible curse of child abuse which is constantly increasing throughout society. Some of these gang-stalking people are the product unfortunately. 

However we are all capable of becoming part of the Illuminati. It only takes the bio chemical serotonin-adrenochrome imbalance and we will find ourselves living in a parallel universe called Schizophrenia. And once we go there anything is possible. Not saying people with schizophrenia are all in the Illuminati, that would be insensitive and grossly inaccurate. However there is a certain psychic cross-over, and there is no doubt that if we actually started to listen to schizophrenics themselves and take seriously the things they are trying to tell us, then we might get closer to the mystery of the Illuminati and the de-facto demonic control of certain portions of astral reality and hence, people's minds.

When in a South coast town I met a group of homeless winos/schizophrenics who told me they were part of a nationwide street gang called The Arthurs. Basically they can read people's minds (so they told me) and if they see someone wandering about 'after dark' who has committed rape or child abuse or some other horrible crime they 'take care of them'. I've no reason to disbelieve what he told me.

So any child abusers better watch out because even they, no matter how high up they are in the OTO or Freemasons, someone always knows what they're up to, and are so disempowered and disenfranchised they simply have nothing to lose and a misguided sense of street justice. Weird, I think in their confused way they think they are doing good. And this is the Illuminati to a Tee. Even when they try to do something good, it turns out bad. They really can't help it, and some of them are not bad people at all, but everything they do just doesn't work out properly, and they blame God for this so they ascribe to Satanism, Goddess worship, Atheism worship, or any other discordant and confused system. They are sadly running the wrong bio-chemical cocktail, they have been plunged into the 4th dimension before they have even died or transcended. A human is not designed to operate simultaneously in the 3rd and 4th dimension. 

This information is dangerous, it could also be considered the ravings of a madman, but by now we should finally be waking up to the fact that something really IS going on out there. Also it  IS true and that’s all that counts right now. We don’t have time for anything else. Be careful out there and don't be frightened.

Being in the Illuminati involves:

• Loss of mental focus. 
• Prone to accidents. 
• Unable to utilise free-will due to psychic self policing and actual policing by other Illuminati agents (there are lots, you probably know a few without knowing it) 
• Loss of personal authority. 
• Loss of personal power: NO Personal power due to induction into the HIVE MIND 
• Acquiescence to government, rules, social norms. (They need Big Brother to look after and protect them) 
• Development of  mind reading powers.
• No escape from the thoughts of others. 
• Dependence on others for protection: Freemasonry, religious fanatic, cult group, terror-group, multiple lovers, orgies, constant need for protection from random elements and outsiders. 
• These people are ALWAYS prescribed rebels. 
• They follow the suggestions of the fake sponsored rebellions such as Global Warming, Feminism, Satanism. 
• Anything which has power behind it and authority. 
• These people can only be told what to believe they cannot innovate or think for themselves due to the fear they constantly feel and the self policing. 
• Disconnection from heart chakra reduces their ‘love’ power and God is love. They don't have any love inside them. 
• These people are the ones who run (ruin) society, and they need protection from YOU so you either have to become LIKE THEM and become initiated OR they will legislate, litigate and persecute you out of existence. 

You need to strengthen your will and focus and learn Zen meditation FAST to protect yourself psychically. 

 

Addendum:

 

Speaking of Illuminati nutbags who speak to spirits of the dead, here's one: Zionist nutcase former British army Colonel Richard Kemp who wants Israel to kill more civilians.https://electronicintifada.net/blogs/asa-winstanley/allow-israel-kill-more-civilians-says-british-colonel

https://electronicintifada.net/blogs/asa-winstanley/hardcore-christian-zionism-israels-favorite-british-colonel


Speaking to the dead
Kemp also reportedly told his Christians United For Israel (CUFI) audience that he had communicated with the dead. According to the Frontpage Mag report, he had “that morning, spoken to Orde Wingate … ‘I spoke to him this morning at Arlington [military cemetery]’.”

The late British officer infamously led the Special Night Squad, a militia used to crush Palestinian rebels who fought against the British occupation in the 1930s. According to one history of the British occupation of Palestine, Wingate had “a passionate pro-Zionism born of the religious tenets he had absorbed as a member of the Plymouth Brethren” – a conservative Evangelical denomination.

The squad was mostly populated by Zionists with the British “knowing that they were simultaneously members of Haganah,” the militia which would in 1948 play the leading role in ethnically cleansing 750,000 Palestinians. At the same time, “Arabs caught with arms were routinely prosecuted, and some hanged” while Haganah training and arming “had been winked at” (A. J. Sherman, Mandate Days, John Hopkins University Press: 1997, pp. 121, 151).

Kemp reportedly told his audience Wingate was “the greatest Christian Zionist in Britain.”

Illuminati Zionist Schizophrenics and politics really don't mix if you ask me.

 

Illuminati: Meeting the Hidden Hand!

Fake Spirituality Inc.

Assassins Inc.

World War 3 Inc.

The People's Crooks Inc.

Third World Impoverishment Inc.

They pull our strings, poison our world, they assassinate, wage our wars, give us fake-spirituality. They formulate chemical cocktails which they give to children to make them loopy and hyperactive, they devise violent movie and TV entertainments of all kinds to reduce us to the level of blood lovers brooding on bullets wounds and dark vengeance. They edit and write our books, newspaper and movies, taking care to remove the truth and replace it with lies. They organise to shut down alternative-news broadcasters on the internet, knowing full well they’re speaking the absolute truth, and truth is the one taboo word in this world. The ‘truth’ is the one idea which cannot be transmitted and discussed. Lies, media spin and ‘entertainment’ are what we are given instead.

Most of them have no idea what they’re working towards, the most bovine and least spiritually sensitive of them will imagine that they are indeed doing good and helping world progress as a whole. In their lodges they will re-enact the various mummeries they have been taught, and they may enjoy the convivial lunches, but something is eluding them, they may be sat with people who they think they know, they may be part of a group they think they understand, but unsuspected to them lies a whole other dimension of communication within the lodge, of looks and gestures, and words unspoken but whose meaning is clear to their other brothers. Of secrets, of compartmentalisation, of special meetings they know nothing about. This is the real business of the lodge.

Make no mistake, this is ‘their’ world. Everything in it is there because they’ve put it there. Their bottom line is profit and if they can corrupt humanity along the way so much the better. They do everything at cut price, polluting our food, our world and our minds. They tease us with visions of semi naked women, driving our benign desires to an acrid frenzy, sexualising everything in the whole world to make a buck, they give life and they take it away. They have instituted a fake twilight life where most of us live through our TV’s in a virtual fantasy. They make us work, they make us buy, we work, buy, on and on until we one day die. We do it all at their bidding, no wonder they act like God, albeit the old testament version of God, when they have so many souls caught in their thrall dancing to their tunes.

It was several years later from the time of my introduction to the awareness of Masonic techniques and their use in training programmes of various kinds, and their involvement in the world of TEFL teaching, that I myself was finally made a formal offer to join them, albeit an insinuating and suggestive offer. It was a job interview to a far eastern country for a teaching job. It is said that the secret services (which I later found to be entwined with Masonry when I arrived in Japan) recruit not with a word but with a look. The look is a peering penetrating stare as if they are trying to look inside you, I received the stare and just smiled back, this it seemed was the correct response as I was later told I had got the job. At the end of the interview I was also told that when I returned back to the UK in the summer I could visit my friends, but by then I’d have ‘something better than friends.’ It was clear to me then that I was being recruited not just for a job but also to enter Freemasonry.

The first thing I considered about my ‘mentor’ when I arrived in Japan, was that that he seemed somehow ill. Like terminally ill. He was a thin grey man who never seemed to sleep. I would watch him teach English to children and though he bounded about with seeming energy and enthusiasm, the smile never seemed to reach his eyes: he seemed to force the ‘happy’ expression onto his face and this made me wonder. Was he a well man? What was the burden he was shouldering to make him have to fake his way through life?

Things started off strange and grew inevitably stranger. The strange recruitment system of the Illuminati Freemasons meant that I was never solicited directly to join the Freemasons, just hints and allusions in a constant stream. For example the man would roll up the trouser on his left leg frequently for no apparent reason and ask me if I knew who I was. He would have these strange imaginary phone-calls where he would be in the next room talking to someone, rather strangely, about me. He would never explicitly talk about me but he would allude to things he must have somehow found out about me, but then de-contextualise them so it would appear random and more startling. In these phone calls he would loudly refer to himself as ‘Mr Mason’.

The odd thing about these Masonic people who have reached a certain level of initiation is that they seem able somehow to read minds or at least use some highly accurate system based on uncanny synchronicity. For example in my mind I would wonder ‘what did he just say?’ and strangely in the next room he would repeat it. I found that if he said something which I didn’t catch he would repeat himself in his imaginary conversation next door. It was an unusual coincidence to say the least. This was the first time I noticed this and on subsequent occasions have observed that some people are very definitely capable of reading minds, but this is not strictly accurate, it would be more accurate to say that they are ‘told’ what you are thinking. This is one of the results of serving what Manly P Hall the Masonic philosopher termed: the "arcanum arcandrum[i]", the secret mystery. An invisible and all encompassing awareness that knows all and communicates all to its servants in Freemasonry and other walks of life. One speaks and acts without understanding, but is fed information and instructions from this mysterious source, so that other people involved understand the words and actions and their significance. When one serves these ‘invisible masters’ one is little more than a marionette, acting for unknown purposes and without any concern for the consequences of their actions; service to the unknown ‘force’ is the ‘be all and end all’ to these advanced Freemasons. This force is what people generally know as spirits or demons.

The most unusual of these confirmations came in Egypt when I met a Nile delta farmer who provided tomatoes and various salad vegetables to Sainsbury’s supermarket. He seemed very well off and wore a suit, to say he was a farmer is probably over-stretching his role in the whole affair of growing vegetables but the fact is he was the smooth faced affluent fluent English speaker who made all the deals and got all the money. He owned the farm and since he said he was providing for Sainsbury’s it must have been rather a large farm. Without remembering the specifics about the particular conversation I came to the startling discovery as we chatted that he always seemed to say exactly what I was thinking; it was unusual because our backgrounds had been vastly different, different countries and cultures yet somehow he would say what was in my mind and a second later he would gush it out. I felt peculiar as is sometimes the case during intense periods of metaphysical flux so I did what I always did in these situations and entered a Zen state. I advise everybody in the world to learn to acquire the Zen state, it instantly provides a safe ledge over the maelstrom of a turbulent reality, when the world itself dissolves into madness and chaos and you feel the tendrils grasping towards you, hack them off with pure silence peace and stillness. Nothing matters apart from the still silence and the peace of the primeval void. It is the voice of nature. Harmonious in its perfection.

When I stilled my thoughts and literally had nothing going on inside my head he suddenly fell quiet and shrugged. Until this point he had been carrying on a machine gun fire of conversation lifted directly from my thoughts, suddenly he was still. He kind of looked at me as if beaten and shrugged. He said nothing more and left shortly after. There was no information in my mind to feed on and as such he had no instructions to follow. It seemed to me at that point that the man was wholly possessed by the "arcanum arcandrum" his every thought and action being a mere series of ‘suggestions’ from this force; always a reaction to the thoughts of the person he was speaking to, he simply had nothing of himself in any of his conversation because he no longer existed as an individual, he was a just a human interface with the hidden power. Sounds weird, make of it what you will, I just want to let you know that there are things, people and situations which are much weirder than most of us are used to.

Anyway, back to Tokyo. Things came to a head when a lady came in, and, under the cover of being a prospective new student, questioned me quite seriously about whether I wanted to join the secret services and become a spy. And it seemed to be what I had always secretly wanted all along. I used to have this nagging insecurity playing in the back of my mind like a computer subroutine. I had reached a point in my life; for so long it seemed I had been moving to different countries and semi-frantically crossing continents before it occurred to me that despite my travelling and my collection of sights and souvenirs, I wasn’t actually going anywhere. I used to get these life panics from time to time. The last time it happened to me I had just bought a single ticket from Madrid to Paris, and had paid a premium for the dubious pleasure of watching Pocahontas on the video screen just above my head. I had quit a job in Spain because it was a slave factory and I’d wound up skint and worried about the fact that I was skint again. Sooner or later it seemed to me, I would have to start taking responsibility for my life: I wasn’t young anymore, I couldn’t live a carefree existence counting on the rewards of youth, and the spectre of an infirm and impoverished old age loomed, but I was more haunted by the idea that I might in some way fail at life. I put it all down to reading John Paul Sartre and getting sucked into all their bullshit Masonic angst-riddle literature.

That the fruits and pleasures of life might be denied me, that I might be one of the losers buried in the seething underclass, my turn of mind denying me the simple folk pleasures such as football on a Saturday afternoon, soaps and walking the dog. That life wasn’t for me; I had ideas above my station. But the more knowledge I accumulated the further away the real world of money and mortgages seemed until it was gone from my horizon. It was a ridiculous charade, and a painful stressful one. There’s something about knowing too much, learning too much, that effectively removes you from a culture where soaps and walking the dog are the order of the day. Like the Pulp song Misshapes which I always loved:

“We weren’t supposed to be, we learned too much at school now we can’t help but see that the future that you’ve got mapped out is nothing much to shout about.”

I should say that life failed ME and not the other way round. The dreams of childhood had stayed with me through my early twenties like buoyant balloons full of hot air, some of them had been bobbing along with me and now looked distinctly tired and deflated, such as Fighter Pilot! What the hell was that doing there? A relic from a fourteen year-old’s Top Gun fantasy. Oddly enough there was one fantasy left, one which remained intact and still existed within the realms of feasibility: secret agent. Since being a child I had harboured a wish to be James Bond 007, to enjoy casual international travel, to lurk under and over the radar of everyday life, to be a hero, to be strong, to be....special. We all want to be special, we all have the possibility to BE special. The tragedy of life is that everybody seems in a hurry NOT to be special. To be ‘normal’; to support a football-team and have a common bond with other people. Human beings seem to be in need of the reassurance of belonging to a herd of one sort or another. A family for instance is only one sort of herd. Some cultures have huge extended families and while this is conducive to self support and independence from the state, at the same time it cannot be denied that these large extended families always impinge on the independence of the individual members.

I have no doubts that the media and the television is just another ‘herd’ which certain people belong to. ‘I read the Guardian’; ‘I think Stephen Fry is such a genius’; ’Stewart Lee doesn’t believe in God and neither do I!’ People learn to share the opinions of these hot-air balloons wafting out through the media because these people are witty, charming and successful. People subconsciously take their views and comments as authoritative and so a herd forms. The UK is really not a country made-up of individuals, but herds of people who share similar ideas and probably even wear similar clothes and behave in a similar way.

Ok, it all seems pretty naive looking back, but while in Japan I was offered the post I had always dreamed of, or at least a ‘way in’. Trouble is the whole James Bond fantasy took a tumble when I actually met the brave new generation of secret agents. It seemed that the main duty of a ‘spy’ in Tokyo was not to save the world and cause heroic explosions, but instead to sit at tables in ex-pat pubs and bars, and spend the whole time watching what all the other foreigners are doing.

Quite what they were looking for I do not know but there is something unmistakably craven and contaminated about someone who literally, spies on other people. Perhaps if the people they were spying on were dangerous or a threat to world peace but they weren’t, the spies just spied for the hell of it. One gets the feeling that their bosses had nothing for them to do most of the time so they just spent most of the time sitting in bars and spying on people drinking lager and watching sports. They were spying on nothing but people like you and me hanging out in bars. They weren’t even that good at it because you could tell they were watching you and half of you wanted to go up to them and say ‘what you looking at pal?’ but the rest of you couldn’t be bothered. Then I expect they went back and reported it all. Just sitting, watching, while pretending not to.

I don’t know about you but when I go to a pub I like to enjoy myself, these guys didn’t seem to be allowed. They seemed grave, unhappy, and uncomfortable, there really is no word however to describe the feeling one gets from meeting a spy, a kind of pity mingled with contempt. Pity at their condition, contempt that they willingly signed themselves up for it. I expect they too wanted to be just like James Bond one day.

Spies and operatives come in all shapes sizes and colours. The most intriguing but no less pitiably lost group of soul slaves concern the Filipino child minders, or at least those operatives who work under the ‘cover’ of being child minders. I shared a house in a quiet area of Tokyo called Hiro, it was just around the corner from the Slovakian embassy in a three storied house. I don’t recall the number of the house but strangely the Japanese landlord seemed to think it was ‘33’, it wasn’t however, it was 27 or something more banal, but when people mention the number 33 it should alert you that you may be dealing with Masons. The famous 33 degrees of the Scottish rite of Freemasonry represent the 33 degrees of separation between the original 0 degree longitude meridian point which passed through Paris, and the point at which the ‘watchers’ of the Old Testament were said to have arrived on Earth at Mount Hermon[ii] in Lebanon.

We went into the house and met one of the Filipino tenants, the room was on the third floor and was reached by a door on the second floor and a private staircase, the door leading up was next to the bathroom and as the landlord unlocked the door the Filipino lady said she didn’t know the room was there. Odd I thought, it seemed clear enough that there was a door, fairly close to the bathroom-door, the landlord made something of this and said, as he unlocked the door, that it was ‘a secret room’.

Often you find Masons trying to evoke mystery and mysticism at the slightest and most tenuous opportunity. From the very first meeting with these people I thought they were daft, and despite all of the extraordinary and unsuspected abilities of these Filipino women with their strong national tradition of witchcraft and magic, I left the house five months later with my initial first impressions intact. I maintain to this day that essentially the Masons are stupid. They simply do not have the awareness to see what a paltry and embarrassing life they live.

Admittedly, some of them are downright dangerous and evil, as we shall see later, but it is necessary that in order to be endangered by Masons, one must first be subservient and cowed by them, a trick I have never learned as it not the dog that walks the man but it is the man who walks the dog, and these Masons, by surrendering their free will to the orders of their hierarchy have lost their human birthright as sovereign beings, they become something else, something slightly lower on the evolutionary scale of things.

And so unwittingly I had stumbled upon a strange kind of Masonic Big Brother house. I don’t really know how else to describe it, basically it seems that after leaving the pale bone demon at Christmas time (a Tibetan bogey man who looks uncannily like my boss at the school in Tokyo) and refusing to join the secret services, I had hoped to move out and move on but it seemed that his ‘people’ were already one step ahead of me and I was back under their microscope.

There was a strange cast of characters at this house. There was a girl I nicknamed ‘Miss Snot’, an Irish girl, who was always blowing her nose and creeping about outside my door having imaginary conversations with people about me. I’ve noticed this is a tactic Masons like to use, this way they have plausible deniability if you take them to task, they can just turn on you and say ‘are you mentally ill or something? I’m talking to my friend’. Because they never said anything directly to me I decided not to say anything directly to them either. I think they got increasingly desperate as they realised that I was neither particularly interested in joining them or even talking to them. At one point as I came down from my room I noticed the girl was all dressed in white: white skirt white jumper, she said ‘hold on a minute’ disappeared for a little less than a real minute and returned all dressed in black. I knew what they were getting at, like the old Jackson song ‘It don’t matter if you’re black or white.’ Like I say: daft!

I really didn’t see the point of these silly theatrics. Had she suddenly completely changed her clothes to tell me something? Was it symbolic? Or were they merely trying to unbalance my sense of order and sanity? I suspect all of the above are true. The girl had a relatively minor role to play compared to the Filipino’s involvement in my ‘training’.

In the free Tokyo ex-pat newspapers and magazines one often finds advertisements and notices which raise many questions in themselves. If you go there now and thumb through the classifieds and jobs section, the chances are you will find offers of employment to Filipino women. One such advert I found said something along the lines of: ”wanted, psychically gifted Filipinos for ethical work in Tokyo area...” This raises two main questions immediately. Firstly, are there various agencies who know that psychic powers exist and they can use them for some purpose? Secondly if it is necessary for them to make the distinction that the work offered is ‘ethical’ then what else is going on out there behind the scenes involving ‘psychically gifted Filipinos’ which is not ethical?

It seems that I was living with just such a sample, as to whether they were ‘ethical’ or not, I have my doubts. Their cooking certainly was not. They seemed mostly to eat fish head soup and it smelt extremely bad: more like a vile spell being brewed in a cauldron than anything anyone would actually eat. But as to what these Filipino witches actually did in the house during the hours of darkness I am almost reluctant to mention it. Metaphysical experiences of the kind the Masons are involved in are so far removed from most people’s everyday reality as to be the best possible means of defence against people escaping from their clutches and trying to tell other people what it’s like. A picture soon emerges of seeming nonsense, science fiction mixed with fantasy and mental illness. Anyone who can actually accept and itemise the process of training and eventual involvement in Illuminated Freemasonry and, like me for example, manage to write it down, is finally held to ransom by the incredulity of the reader. It is up to you dear reader to try to broaden your sense of reality and what is really possible in order to accept the veracity of what I am saying. Some people may have even experienced something similar but have since put it out of their minds for lack of being able to explain what had happened to them. There may exist whole episodes of Masonic chicanery, lost in a grey haze at the very back of people’s minds. An unexplainable and uncomfortable mystery which lies there like a pearl growing inside an oyster.

What these witches seemed able to do, and indeed a South African Shaman friend of mine later confirmed this to me that it was something she could also do, was to be able to project their consciousness into somebody else’s mind. Because this kind of thing is seldom mentioned on the six o’clock news or in Eastenders, people have no awareness of it so it doesn’t exist. But there has always been throughout culture and society, a suspicion, and the odd documented cases, that something truly extraordinary lies sleeping just beneath the surface of our trivial and materialistic society. As a child it was Arthur C Clarke’s World of Strange of Powers on TV which allowed me a glimpse of this infinitely more interesting set of possibilities than Sunday roasts and the morning papers. The thing is what we call being alive and conscious is the same thing for everyone. Consciousness is not billions of separate blobs but it is one unified field. Our experience of life and our awareness is within this field. Therefore it only requires the right techniques, rituals and initiations for the person’s awareness to be removed from an isolated point of view, into seeing the bigger picture and being aware that distance, separateness and individuality, is a kind of illusion or false perspective. In the true perspective we are all one consciousness.

The Filipino witches knew this and with this awareness they acted upon my own mind and consciousness at night in a rather unsettling and unpleasant manner. I realise that there are very few accounts of this process and many of my esteemed readers may be coming to the conclusion that perhaps too much foreign sunshine has baked my brain but I would like to offer the following intriguing volume as corroboration for my experiences.

The book is called The Chasm of Fire[iii] by Irene Tweedie and documents a woman’s journey to India to study under a Sufi shaman. In the account she details the occurrence of her mentor actually entering her mind at night time and projecting all sorts of unsettling and unpleasant images in her mind. Most of the images are of a sexual nature and Tweedie fails to understand the process and why her mentor is doing such a thing to her. Eventually she comes close to a nervous breakdown and becomes very lonely and depressed to such an extent that she abandons the training. It’s a strange book, and leaves one with the lingering impression that these so called ‘wise men’ are actually expert torturers of the human psyche.

Suffice it to say I was subjected to similarly unpleasant visions and nightmares for many nights and could actually see the Filipino women in my mind’s eye. They also spoke and shrieked along with the subconscious journey I was being taken on, and the words I actually heard them say coincided with what I was experiencing in my mind. This was all quite a surprise and was fairly stressful. Fortunately for my sanity I had learned some techniques of psychic self defence. The first was to fire arrows at the witches in my mind’s eye and it seemed to have an effect as they would cease their shrieking and mind tricks. However the second method was more satisfactory as it was non-aggressive and more ‘ethical’.

I had taught myself Zen meditation and could close down my mind and cease all mental activity at any time. Very useful if you are starting to lose control of what’s happening in your mind. There are many people who attribute disordered thoughts or strange discarnate voices speaking to them, as a technological method of attack, but my awareness is that all of these happen as a result of the Masonic and Wiccan techniques of hacking consciousness which they have perfected over thousands of years and kept secret mainly by flooding the world with materialism in order to direct most people’s awareness towards a red herring.

From what I have observed of the higher realms of Masonry there is much that is very sinister indeed. The mysteries of initiatic science: the birthright which is kept from the profane, is little short of black magic and is used (again from what I have observed) to create nothing short of a mind controlled international army which at any time can be mobilised to perform any task without consultation of individual conscience and under strict, military style orders.

What better way to control someone’s mind than by actually being there? These people can literally be present in your mind as you go about your business. This is a dark side to the new age goal of ‘oneness’. It all sounds very cosy but oneness with what? What they mean is ‘oneness’ with the hierarchy: every person has their place and position and their psychic orders. You can imagine how complete the slavery must be when you can’t leave the room where the master is giving orders, or stick your fingers in your ears because the master is inside you forever.

I soon realised that if these people could get inside my head then it would be the death of freedom, individuality, privacy, autonomy, and all the things that we treasure and enjoy. So I made my mind up and flew out of there and came back to the UK. They were getting increasingly desperate though in the last few weeks before I decided to leave and at one point the whole group gathered outside my door and spoke of ‘initiation’. The secret agent dreams and the riches of success and wealth would just have to go on hold. I would rather be poor and free than a rich slave. Any day.

In retrospect I am extremely glad I never joined the Masons, not only to hang on to my individuality, but that, with research, I have uncovered the truth behind the disturbing rumours about their various unpleasant activities.


[i] Manly P. Hall, Lectures on Ancient Philosophy: An Introduction to Practical Ideals, p. 433, Published by Philosophical Research Society, Incorporated, 1984

[ii] Chapter 13 of the Book of Enoch

[iii] The Chasm of Fire: A Woman's Experience With the Teachings of a Sufi Master (Element Classic Editions) Paperback – July 1, 1993 by Irina Tweedie