The Cain Transformation. Part 4.

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.

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.

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 7^th 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, 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.

The Benben stone, representative of the first interactions between light and matter and the creation of life. 

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.

To be continued....

Popstars of the Apocalypse 2 Act 3 Scene 4

Hype Aid secret children's warm-up gig for children held at a de-sanctified church in Hackney. Only young people under the age of 16 who had family members in the OTO or the Freemasons were able to obtain tickets which were distributed by the grand Master at the local lodge.

The bill has three of the acts due to appear at the Hype Aid concert in two week's time.

Demon Chile, Smiley Mindless, and the special X-Factor competition winners, the boy band Underage.

Demon Chile is performing her final song and most famous song, I wanna be naughty.

Demon Chile:

Y'all see me strutting up at tha super bowl with my crazy burnin' eyes 
Pumped up muscles cos I eat too many spinach pies
My dirty ol' minge is peeking out of my Deckers
And for shits and giggles I'm gonna do myself with a Snickers
But what can I say?
Cos when I'm hitting forty,
And I wanna be naughty...
Ooooh Yeaaah I wanna be naughty.
I'm gonna be naughty.

The audience of little girls sing frantically along, who despite their tender years, show an ardent desire to be naughty too, and a few of them will no doubt find themselves going backstage later to spend some quality time with the latest boy band Underage who have a predilection for this kind of thing since they were all sexually abused by their Freemason uncles before they turned teenagers who also encouraged them to join the local Naturist camp where they made special kinds of videos with other young naturists

After Demon Chile's Smiley Mindless comes on stage accompanied by Joey Fringe from the group Underage.

Smiley Mindless: Hello special children of London. My little English friend here Joey Fringe has something important to say.

There are screams and some girls promptly faint, but they are secretly pretending, for some reason the more zeal they exhibit in support of these gormless tassel haired paedophiles the higher their social currency rises, and this is the only thing of interest to most young girls, being part of the herd, no matter how harmful, stupid and sexually immoral, the content they are blindly cheering in their pursuit for peer acceptance. It's on TV and in the papers so it must be the correct herd to be in. Such is the ease with which it is possible to emotionally and mentally subvert and entire generation. Human psychology is just far too easily hacked.

Joey Fringe: He waves Hello children. This is a very special concert for the most special children in the whole of England he hears something in his ear-piece, he coughs, and Wales, Scotland and Northern Ireland. All you little girls and a few of you little boys are all here today because we're all part of one big special family. Our special family rules this world and this world is our stage and we have a lot of fun singing and dancing and having a good time with our special friends and meeting lovely young people like you. There are wild delirious cheers and screams.

Smiley Mindless then momentarily leaves the stage and returns carrying a giant Paedobear which she gyrates and grinds her stupid pale body against in a simulated sex act.

Smiley Mindless: I love you baby paedo bear. Take me to Bohemian Grove and rape me daddy.

Joey Fringe: Everybody get you hands in the air. Starts clapping Me and Smiley gonna lay it down the way we like it. Repeat after me. One, two, three.

Smiley Mindless: Ooooh Daddy.

The audience of mostly young girls repeat the refrain of 'Ooooh Daddy'.

Smiley Mindless: Oooh naughty Daddy.

The audience repeat and the phrase 'Oooh naughty Daddy' echoes around the old church.

Joey Fringe: starts lowering his trousers and strutting around the stage with his trousers just above his knees Turn up the heat.

Smiley Mindless: Daddy gonna rape me.

The simple minded silly audience repeat the refrain 'Daddy gonna rape me'. Smiley Mindless repeats the refrain and so do the audience.

Joey Fringe: cutting in Oooooh feels so good.

Smiley Mindless: Bad daddy did me
                          Three mid nights at the grove
                          With the trees and the Bushes
                          And all the big swingers
                          All lined up to rape me.

A strobe light is activated and everything in the church suddenly starts to become a little more unreal and dislocated from reality.

Smiley Mindless: I'm a slut with a broken soul,
                         Always empowered 
                         A woman in control, 
                         I wear big boots to kick you in the balls 
                         Because I'm Lilith before the fall.
                         No man can break a woman, 
                         Who breaks herself,
                         There's nothing to take, 
                         If I give it all away for the Goddess' sake.
                         I swing with all the bosses, 
                         Rothschild on my all-seeing I-phone, 
                         I've been to their parties, 
                         I've slept with all the Skull n'Bones. 

As soon as Smiley says 'Skulls n' Bones' a pink lazer light appears which projects a skull and crossbones onto the back wall of the stage. Dry ice is then pumped into the church and the skull and bones pink lazer light then moves across the floor of the church and superimposes itself over the whole audience.

Joey Fringe: The pink lazer light strikes Joey and he enters a channeling trance My children, we have travelled so far to see you. Across the vast emptiness of space for so many million miles we travelled in frozen starvation, the living dead moving through deep space hungering for the taste of a living soul. And now we are here at last. To taste humanity.

Smiley Mindless: Now we will come into you. She raises her arms suddenly and there is a sudden change in the audience, they quickly fall into total silence as they are hypnotised by the pink lazer light which falls over them.

Joey Fringe: Yes. Here we come.... out from the eternal frozen night and into the flesh!

At that, all of the people in the audience react as one body. 

The Audience: Now, we are here, in the flesh.

Joey Fringe: We have arrived at last, father of the night, we are here at last, fully embodied. 

The Audience: We have arrived. This is our world now.

The audience of now possessed children leave the church and go out into the world.

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JAN 2016

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The Cain Transformation part 2

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.

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.
"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 7th 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.

To be continued....

Popstars of the Apocalypse 2 Act 3

Act 3 Scene 1

Vicky Clarke's house. The lights are all out, it is nearly 1 am in the morning.

Suddenly there is the sound of sobs and swiftly moving footsteps and Vicky Clarke appears at the front door, she tries the door and finding it locked starts banging wildly on the door.

She is visibly distraught with tears streaming down her cheeks.

Vicky: shouting Mum, mum open the door, quick!

Suddenly a light is turned on upstairs, then after a moment another light in another window upstairs come on, followed by a light downstairs as Helen Clarke makes her way downstairs. The door opens. Vicky steps quickly inside with relief.

Helen Clarke: concerned and surprised Vicky, what's going on? What are you doing out there? becoming angry How did you get out you're supposed to be in bed? You'd better have a damn good explanation for this.

Vicky Clarke: Mum you've got to help me, they've killed June and David Bowie kissed her dead body.

Helen Clarke: Killed June? What are you talking about? David Bowie? Who's killed June? David Bowie kissed her? Helen Clarke gives her daughter a penetrating look Have you been out taking drugs Vicky because if you have you can forget about having any more riding lessons.

Vicky Clarke: No mum, I haven't taken any drugs.

Helen Clarke: Then what on Earth are you doing out of the house at this time of night? She waves Vicky into the living room sit down, you're in big trouble young lady.

Vicky Clarke: distraught and nervous I'm not on drugs mum, I'm serious. It was this weird club suddenly Vicky's mobile phone rings and she panics Mum it's them, they can hear me talking.

Helen Clarke: Don't be silly Vicky. Who have you got ringing you at his time of night? We've got a lot to talk about my girl, you're fifteen years old, you're still a child. You shouldn't be out at midnight and getting phone calls in the middle of the night. Aren't you going to answer that phone?

Vicky Clarke: I'm scared to, I don't know who it is.

Helen Clarke: Enough of this nonsense Vicky I'm starting to lose patience, looks to me like you've been carrying on behind my back up to all sorts. You're grounded Vicky, from now on you're not leaving my sight for a second. Give me that phone, I'm in no mood for games, and if this is some boyfriend of yours then that's your cracker, I can tell you. She takes the phone which says unknown caller and is about to answer when suddenly it stops ringing. Hmm lucky for you.

Vicky Clarke: takes her phone It's a secret club that we wanted to join so we could become witches and the headmaster winks at you but when we got there June was dead and they took Loz away too and at that moment she receives a message, It's them again mum, Vicky nervously checks the message which has an attachment which she opens and it shows a picture of Smiley Mindless posing with a finger over her mouth in a 'shushing' gesture. It's from THEM mum.

Helen Clarke: Who's them Vicky? All you've told me is a crazy story about David Bowie and a winking headmaster. Show me that message! She looks at the picture again and notices the sender. Look, it's from your friend June, you said she was dead! What is this nonsense Vicky? I'm starting to get annoyed.

Vicky Clarke: But it's not really her. Someone else sent it. I saw her, she was dead and covered in blood.

Helen Clarke: Well I'm going to get to the bottom of all this. She presses a button and calls June.

Vicky Clarke: Mum, DON'T. She knocks the phone out her mum's hands.

Helen Clarke: Right! That's it. she calls out Jim! Jim Clarke comes downstairs I can't get any sense out of her, and she's knocked the phone out of my hands. Says David Bowie kissed her friend June who was killed and covered in blood. I think she's been taking some drugs but she says she hasn't. Won't let me find out who's calling her. I'm going to lose my temper in a minute.

Jim Clarke: firmly Call them Vicky, I want to know what this is all about.

Vicky Clarke: But you can't.

Jim Clarke: raises his eyebrows What do you mean 'can't'?

Vicky gives him the phone.

Vicky Clarke: resignedly Press this button to call.

Jim Clarke: Right, let's find out what's been going on shall we? Then we can all go to bed.

He calls the number and waits. After a moment there is an answer.

Jim Clarke: Suavely polite Sorry to disturb you at this time of night, I'm just returning a call, may I ask who I'm speaking to? Uh-uh. Ok. Would it be possible to speak to your parents, it's quite important. Ok thank you. Good evening, sorry to bother you at this time of night, we seem to be having a slight problem here. Can I just pass you onto to my wife for a second, I think she'd like to speak to you.

Helen Clarke: Hello. Oh I see. It's my daughter Vicky, she's just come in saying some incredible stories and I wondered if you knew anything about it, she said something terrible had happened to June. Oh, really, that's very strange. I wonder what made her say that. It is odd. Well I wonder what's been going on. Well if you say so, I'll have to speak to her then, see if we can get to the bottom of this. Ok, so sorry to bother you, looks like I'll need to keep my eye a bit more tightly trained on her from now on. Thanks, bye.

Helen Clarke: stares at Vicki That was June's mother. After a pause and flatly She says June has been with them all night. She's far from dead.

Vicky Clarke: What? But that's not true, we went out to the woods.

Jim Clarke: losing his patience What were you doing out in the woods at this time of night? Have you completely lost your mind!

Vicky Clarke: But I saw her dead on the ground.

Helen Clarke: Yeah, with David Bowie, don't forget that bit.

Vicky Clarke: They're lying. She came with us, it was all her idea, she told us we could join, then she disappeared and the next thing we saw she was dead. She's dead, I saw her.

Jim Clarke: angrily Dead? I've just spoken to her. She didn't sound very dead to me.

Helen Clarke: You'll be dead in a minute Vicky if you don't pack this up.

Jim Clarke: Ok I'm going to see if we can settle this once and for all. He picks up Vicky's phone and redials. Sorry to bother you again, could I speak to your mum again. Thanks. Hello again, look I don' know what's been happening with Vicky or what she's been up to but she still says June is dead. I'm a bit worried something might be wrong. Uhuh. Oh would you mind, oh that would be a great help, I'm so embarrassed I can't believe this, I didn't think being parent would put you in so many embarrassing situations. Ok, see you in soon. Turns to Vicky. Well, June will be here soon so you'll be able to check whether or not she's dead. Is that ok with you Vicky?



Act 3 Scene 2


Vicky Clarke's parents' house. It is now somewhat near two in the morning. Mr John and Mrs Wendy Vale and their daughter June are standing in the hallway while Helen Clarke has a quiet chat with June's father.

Helen Clarke: I'm so sorry to drag you here in the middle of the night. To be honest I'm a bit worried about Vicky, she's been out all night and came in with some far fetched fantasy story about June being dead and David Bowie kissed her.

John Vale: How strange. I was under the impression that David Bowie died last January.

Helen Clarke: That's just what I mean. It's not normal is it? The most obvious explanation is that she's been taking drugs but she assured me she hasn't. And she was insistent that June was dead, I thought if we can bring June here then we might get to the bottom of things. I just don't understand what's got into her, she normally so sensible and is always back home before 9 at night.

John Vale: She says she hasn't taken any drugs?

Helen Clarke: So she says.

John Vale: Do you think she's telling the truth?

Helen Clarke: Well I think so, but what other explanation is there for what she's saying? It's like she's out of her mind.

John Vale: Well there might be one other explanation. I'm going to put my professional hat on for a moment, I work with many young people who for whatever reasons, have been momentarily thrown off balance by some personal event and as a result, sometimes lose touch with reality. Now Has Vicky been under any particular stresses recently? Can you think of any particular upsets or traumatic events that you know of which might have had a marked detrimental effect on Vicky's psychological well being?

Helen Clarke: None that I can think of. This has all come completely out of the blue. If anything she seemed to have no worries in the world at all, she's doing well at school and she's been working hard to prepare for her part as Hero in the school play Much Ado About Nothing.

John Vale: Hmmmm. Maybe this could be the cause of the stress. It can be very difficult particularly for young people to prepare themselves for getting up on stage in front of so many people. Learning all those lines, I remember when I trod the boards for Saint Bart's drama club how fearsome it was learning all my lines for the Easter musical, not only that but getting the intonation right and remember all my cues. It's certainly no easy task, just the kind of trigger which might send a young self conscious teenagers into a sudden and unexpected spiral of fear, anxiety and then..... well. Why don't we show her that June is very much alive and well and see if she sets her delusions aside.

Helen Clarke: But she doesn't seem mad, just profoundly upset.

John Vale: Well we don't really use the word mad, it's a word which doesn't tell us anything about someone's condition, and is so full of the horrors of Bedlam and the lobotomy. Psychiatric is a much more precise instrument nowadays and there is no condition which cannot be improved without the appropriate medication. In fact I have brought a mild sedative should the need arise and with your consent of course.

Helen Clarke: surprised Oh, I don't know about that, do you really think it will come to that?

John Vale: Well we'll have to see, not without your consent of course, I can only advise at this stage.

Helen Clarke: concerned Oh dear, I almost wish she had been taking drugs, at least then we'd know what it was and it would just wear off. 

They open the living room door and move into the room with June behind her parents.

Helen Clarke: Vicky, we've got some visitors.

Vicky Clarke just stares at Mr and Mrs Vale.

Wendy Vale: Hello Vicky, we hear you're not feeling too well.

Vicky Clarke: Er, I'm fine, I mean, there's nothing wrong with me. Suddenly she starts crying I need to tell you the truth Wendy. We were going to the woods at midnight to become witches, and then June disappeared and when we got to the Deadfield we saw June's body, someone killed her. Then I went back after hiding and her body was gone.

John Vale: Are you sure about all this Vicky?

Vicky: Of course, I saw it all myself.

John Clarke: But June isn't dead, far from it. She's right here and she's been with us all evening.

June comes forward from behind her parents and looks at Vicky.

Vicky: puzzled We saw you, you were dead and covered in blood.

June: laughing What are you talking about Vicky? You haven't got in with the Greebos have you and started smoking Spice?

Vicky: What? June, I saw you, you went with us to the Deadwood.

June: What would I do that for?

Vicky: You said we were going to become witches and you said we could wink at the headmaster?

John Vale: quietly addressing his daughter It's alright June, I've got some experience with this kind of thing. Listen to yourself Vicky, June is here, she's alive and she's been with us all night.

Vicky: You're lying.

John Vale: Really? And why would I do that?

Vicky: seems perplexed but suddenly has a revelation Because you're part of it too. Just like the headmaster at school.

John Vale: exchanges concerned looks with Helen Clarke Vicky, you don't sound well. Have you taken any drugs or been drinking anything?

Vicky: defensively No. And I'm telling the truth.

Helen Clarke: We're trying to help you sweetheart, we can't make sense of what you're saying. It's crazy-talk she looks at John Vale and corrects herself I mean, it doesn't make any sense, your condition isn't normal love. Something's happened to you. Something's happened to your mind.

John Vale: Now wait a minute Helen, it's a little too early to make a diagnosis, but we are concerned Vicky.

Vicky: I'm not lying, June said we were going to be Children of the Temple and become witches, and we had to meet in a secret place in the Deadwood, and there was a flare which told us where to go. Laura was there with us but she disappeared.

John Vale: You say your friend Laura was there with you?

Vicky: Yeah but she disappeared.

June: I'm going to text her. June quickly sends a text message to Laura. After a few seconds she receives a smiling smiley face message. She shows the message to Vicky. Look, she's ok.

Vicky: How do you know she sent it?

June: Because it's her phone.

Wendy Vale: Do you think you could give her a ring since she's awake?

June: Ok mum. She presses a button on her phone and instantly her call is answered. Hey Loz, hope I didn't wake you up, it's Vicky, I'm at Vicky's house, she's.. doesn't know what to say well, she wants to talk to you. She passes the phone to Vicky.

Vicky: So you got back ok? What happened to you? Huh? Not you as well, you came with us to the Deadwood remember? What? But you were there, and you disappeared, we were all going to become witches remember? It was all June's idea. What do you mean you went to bed at 10, you were out with us? No, I'm fine, it's you lot who have gone crazy. She gives the phone back to June, and suddenly starts crying.

Vicky: Mum, I don't know what's happening. Everyone's lying and I don't know why.

Helen Clarke: Now Vicky, everything will be alright, all you have to do is own up and tell us what drugs you've been taking and who gave them to you.

Vicky: But I haven't taken any drugs mum, never. I never have. Something weird and horrible is happening and I don't know what it is.

Helen puts her arms around her daughter to comfort her who is sobbing in her arms.

John Vale: I think we'd best be getting off, taking out some tablets do you think you'll need something?

Helen Clarke: No, I don't think so, let's see what a good night's sleep does, I'm sure it'll help.

John Vale: Well you have my number, I can be here in less than 10 minutes, don't be afraid to call if you need help.

Helen Clarke: Ok I will. We're all just tired out and want to sleep, I think everything will be better tomorrow.

John Vale: Looking at Vicky, he places the tablets on the mantelpiece I'll leave these here just in case. Remember, you can call me anytime you need extra help.

Helen Clarke: Thanks, but I'm hoping this will sort itself out.

John Vale gives Helen a wan look which indicates that he isn't of the same optimistic opinion. They leave while Helen continues to comfort her daughter.



Act 3 Scene 3


Vicky Clarke is in bed trying to sleep. She is lying in bed and feels a cold draught in the room and her hair starts to be move as if a breeze is passing through it. She gets up and goes to see if the window is open but sees that it is firmly closed.

She is puzzled and goes back to her bed. As she lies there the cold breeze slowly starts up again. She closes her eyes and suddenly sees in her mind a pair of bright demonic eyes shining into her consciousness. She opens her eyes, wide in terror. She settles herself for a moment and tries to sleep again, the breeze again passed over her hair and as she closes her eyes she sees the same dazzling demon eyes in a skeletal pale face. She opens her eyes wide, despite her fatigue she tries to keep them open but each time she closes them she sees the same demonic face and sees also that the cold breeze is the demon itself.

She gets out of bed with terror in her eyes and goes to her mum's door and plaintively calls out.

Vicky: quietly and plaintively Mum, mum.

After a moment Helen comes out of her bedroom.

Helen Clarke: What is it Vicky? then she notices the look of fear on Vicky's face What is it baby? What's happened?

Vicky: I keep seeing demons everytime I try to sleep and I feel them on my skin.

Helen Clarke: Wait a minute. She goes downstairs to the mantelpiece and takes one of the tablets. She comes back upstairs with a glass of water. Take this Vicky, it will help you to sleep.

Vicky: But June's dad left them and he's part of it.

Helen Clarke: I'll hear no more of that Vicky, take this and just get some sleep and you'll feel better in the morning.

She takes the pill and swallows it with the water. She hugs her mum and goes back to her bed. After a few minutes she is fast asleep.

Vicky finds herself back in a field approaching the Deadwood, there is a full blood red moon in the sky. She realises that she doesn't want to go into the wood so she turns away to make her way in the opposite direction, as she walks she finds herself moving closer and closer to the trees, she changes direction several times but still finds herself moving towards the Deadwood. She stops moving altogether realising that is whichever way she moves she only comes closer to the dark place. Upon stopping she sees that she is still moving towards the trees, she realises with horror that the wood has surrounded her and is now moving towards her. She screams soundlessly and finds herself sitting up in her bed.


She looks around, it is the middle of the night and there is a blood red moon shining through the window.

She hears a noise coming from outside, she is afraid but is determined to confront her fears. She looks out of the window and sees a strange dark shape seeming to shift and move over the lawn. She stares at it trying to discover what it is. With a cold sudden fear she sees that it is a black demonic figure floating over the ground, suddenly it is joined by another, she screams.

She goes out of her room and downstairs into the garden. She opens the door and goes into the garden and approaches the two black figures. 

As she approaches she sees that they suddenly start to move faster.

With the terror of someone approaching their own death she is irresistibly drawn towards this dark mystery. She gets closer and hears a howling wind in the air and sees a sudden swaying in the trees, she looks before her at the two figures and now sees what they really are.

Vicky Clarke: under her breath Just a couple of black bin bags.

With a momentary relief she considers her fear and overreaction and laughs. But her relief is cut short as she looks to the trees being blown by the wind and sees, with unaccountable terror that the trees are moving towards her.

In an instant she is back in the Deadwood with the blood red moon now peering at her through branches which are all around her.

Vicky Clarke: Am I awake or asleep? Is this real?

A Voice: Tricky Vicky told on us.. Tricky Vicky ran away and couldn't keep her mouth shut. Now she's half way in and half way out. Up to her neck in it.

Vicky Clarke: trying to master her fear Who's that? Come out here and show yourself.

David Bowie: Hello there again you bad little girl. It's little old me again. 

Vicky Clarke: But you're dead.

David Bowie: Dead? Alive? Or somewhere halfway in between. It doesn't make much difference once you're part of the gang.

Vicky Clarke: I'm not scared of you.

David Bowie: You should be, because I am. There's so much to be afraid of here in the serious midnight of the Deadwood. All the monsters hide here looking for new tricks to play.

Vicky Clarke: Are you a monster?

David Bowie: I suppose I must be, but I only ever wanted to be a rock'n'roll star, though the way they make arrangements you can't be one without the other.

Vicky Clarke: Why not?

David Bowie: This world is a great stage under the perpetual twilight management of The Dark Circus. Anyone who wants to get up on the stage has to make a deal with the Management, and they're all monsters. They only let you play with them if you're a monster like them. When they've made you more like them they give you your lines to read... anyone who strays from the script or wants to play their own tunes Bowie makes a hand sign cutting his throat they have their contract terminated. 

Vicky Clarke: How do they make you into a monster?

David Bowie: Shhhhhh! I'm not allowed to tell you all the secrets, some things you have to find out for yourself. The way things are going you'll be a monster soon too.

Vicky Clarke: Never, I'm not a monster.

David Bowie: Then why are you talking to one? Only Monsters play here under the blood red moon in the Deadwood and once you're in the Monster Club, you can never leave.

Vicky Clarke: What are you talking about? I'm not in any club.

David Bowie: considering Well that's a shame.The world could be yours, anything you want, the world's stage at your feet Vicky. Are you sure you won't join us, now you're so close?

Vicky Clarke: I'm sure, it's weird and creepy.

David Bowie: Well, in that case, they'll have to take you away somewhere quiet where you can't tell anyone about us. Have fun with all the madmen Vicky, and remember, you could have had it all.

Vicky Clarke: I'm not mad.

David Bowie: We're all mad here Vicky, but the trick is not to get caught being mad out there.

Voice: Vicky, Vicky. Is that you? Who are you talking to?

Suddenly Vicky realises she is not dreaming but is standing in the back garden of her house with her mother standing before her.

Helen Clarke: Oh Vicky? What's happened to you? 

Vicky: I don't know mum, am I going mad?

Helen Clarke: I wish I could help you Vicky but I don't know what's happening to you. I'm going to have to phone June's dad in the morning.

They stand outside for a moment, Vicky seems catatonic and Helen Clarke is crying silently.