Kulturkampf in London! Weaponised satanic art recruiting for the OTO and ragged assed madhead occultists.

This caught my eye while doing my rounds in the city. 

I was going about my business one sunny London day in the merry merry month of May when my eye was caught by a sign in the street which invited people to come along and explore art, psychoanalysis and the occult, just round the corner from where I live in Old Street. 

So I went over and hung around a bit outside and asked a guy who was eating lunch from a Sainsbury's carrier bag who was sat on the the step outside what it was all about and whether I could come in. He said it was art stuff and he was one of the artists, his accent seemed to indicate that he may have been a German or something similar, and he waved me in.

The horse is pretty cool and according to my mate this is a good cafe, but my business was in the former warehouse cum 'art-space' next-door at the 'Candid Art Trust' no doubt funded by UK taxpayers and the National Lottery.

Somewhat self consciously I crept quietly in and hung around the periphery hoping not to be noticed and that none of these people's nostrils would flare in feral excitation at the smell of a fresh Christian. 

What I appeared to have walked into initially seemed to resemble some kind of seminar. There was what appeared to be a panel of three speakers, along with a chair or host. The audience seemed to be composed of  a sort of mix of alternative urban types blended with some kind of academic pretense. There was also a strong Nordic/Germanic element and many of the speakers and members of the audience were German, there were thick set German artists, there were also tall and gangly German men with big chins dressed up as women and apparently convincing the world at large that they were actually indeed female.  

Charlotte Rodgers weird road-kill 'art'.

As I stood on the edge I looked around and noticed that what passed for 'art' here was of a particular variety: there were visions of hell, of demons, of human sacrifice, and weird creatures composed of the dead bones of animals found dead in the road. 

Most of it resembled the kind of doodles that a 15 year old male might do in the back of their school book. Somehow and for some reason, this puerile rubbish had been given a platform.

When I arrived, there was a New Zealand based health care representative who was speaking about magic and people with mental illnesses. I found this interesting and wondered if this was a trend in the psychological field and whether, despite the skepticism of modern science and the psychological profession as a whole, that there we doctors and mental health professional who were also occultists and were involved with spirits. This I find slightly disturbing and it reminds me somewhat of the expression: 'Fox in the henhouse.'

After standing around for a bit and realising that I would neither be eaten alive there and then as fresh meat, or be shaken down for money to buy a ticket, I spotted an empty chair and sat down.

Then there was a talk delivered by a voodoo practitioner which was actually quite interesting, though rather disturbingly, it sought to make voodoo sound like nothing more but a harmless spiritualist cult which I'm pretty sure it isn't. In fact at the very end of the weekend there was a Voodoo ritual which all the participants took part in, including myself, where we were invited to allow ourselves to be possessed by our ancestors. I went through the motions and the chanting and stuff but If I'm honest I'd have to say my heart wasn't quite in it. 

In Voodoo each person apparently has a star of destiny which is the seat of your soul and higher self, but problems arise if one loses contact with your own star or indeed, if you become reborn to a different star, or if you have several stars at once. This is the Voodoo explanation for MPD. Souls can be directed or placed on a different star through rituals. People it is reported, have different personalities when their soul is placed on a different star.

In Voodoo initiation, one finds oneself lost in the general sea of souls, this results in loss of personality and loss of soul, if the initiation has a successful outcome then this is temporary and one is reconnected to ones star and hence one's soul. However if it is unsuccessful then once becomes one of the famed Voodoo zombies, losing their personality and soul and having no will, mind or volition of their own. The belief among Voodoo practitioners is that such a person deserves such a fate for not being more careful with their soul and this punishment of living as a zombie is seen as a judgement upon that person.

We were told that anyone having problems in their lives may be a victim of a curse and that the only way to end this curse was to appeal to spirits to help them.

The Voodoo ritual at then end was designed to draw spirit help into ourselves, and while we were apparently calling on our ancestors during this ritual, it is unlikely that it would be your kindly old nana and granddad showing up.  

Hey everyone let's all get up and do a jolly Voodoo ritual in Islington. 

The man took a special jug containing water and announced:

"The water is the water whose grandfather was ice, who met grandfather fire and became water. 

We dedicate this water to our ancestors." He then stamped his foot heavily on the floor three times. 

"We stand on the bones of our ancestors."

He then took some water in his mouth and noisily spat it into a bowl. I shuddered, I never liked seeing people spit, even if they are Voodoo priests doing a magickal ritual, it still looked scruffy.

He continued:

"Close your eyes and visualise the water, in your heart

In your stomach and your mind.

Look across the room and meet the eyes of the person opposite you, keep eye contact and breathe together, synchronising your breathing.

Now take the hands of the person next to you

Sing after me

We thank you ancestors for your song...

We thank you ancestors for your knowledge,

We thank you for your knowledge,

We thank you ancestors for your peace."

He passed a bottle of scented water along and told us to think of something we learned and were grateful for at the end of this weekend and to whisper it into the bottle.

The water was an embodiment of the ancestors or spirits, likely whichever spirits happened to be around at that time, like I say probably not your nan and granddad. By visualising the water inside you, you were effectively allowing yourself to be possessed by spirits.

Some talk all about gayness and more gayness. Seems to be important for those who think they're practising magic for some reason. Don't really see why it's an issue but apparently it is a major issue for these guys. They seemed obsessed with gay things, gender bendering things and blood. Grow up I say.

I was sat behind Charlotte Rodgers. She seems to have a fondness for dead animals and making art out of menstrual blood. Each to their own, but is this art or is it just femwitch bullshit?

Literally not sure if this speaker is a man or a woman, these Satanist people seem to revel in this concept of attacking the very concept of gender.  Any man who thinks they're a woman is at best confused and at worst, a possible Satanist nut cracker.

Weird bald  Satanic German filmmaker.

Charlotte Rodgers appears to be a little camera shy.

The oddest and by far the most disturbing talk was that delivered by Charlotte Rodgers. She is an 'artist' and 'writer' who apparently uses road kill and various bodily fluids in her 'art'. Part of her agenda inlcuded "the necessary embracing of the body, tattoos, piercings and scalpels. Deliberately imprinting scars on my own body in a depressive debilitative loop and the use of blood, sexual flood and breast milk."

She also said that she in her roadkill 'art' she would:

"Channel intent into roadkill using menstrual blood and various women's fluids."

Dude, what has happened to women these days?

She is one of the women who have the narcissism to turn a negative trait or a weakness into a strength, this in itself I consider an art form. She said:

"I have no artistic education which means I have no indoctrination." Are you sure that's all it might mean? Might it not also mean you have no ability or talent too? She then went on to say that she does:

"Ritualised work and move into a trance like state," and she mentions drawing pictures from her own menstrual blood.

One of the other participants, a dancer who like Charlotte, seemed obsessed with her own body and spoke endlessly about her own obsession while of course, dressing it all up as art and magic when none of it was either. Just puerile second division Crowley capers and an ego as scarred as and the size of Pluto's moon Charon.

"Body is the mother of language, to dance is to initiate the body's mysteries." She then went on about Byzantine liturgical dance and declared that the "Female body was demonised in the West."

Much of this is fallacious and anyone with a dim awareness of Christian art and its depiction of the virgin Mary ought to be aware that on the contrary the female body was almost deified, and this of course goes back to the pagan roots of the Roman church.

She later declared proudly: "I am a crisis individual, I am ill, I have what western medicine calls 'bipolar disorder', from family trauma." She also said, somewhat paradoxically:
"Through pain and trauma you open gateways and potential for transformation and healing.."

Such poor logic and bald assertions were ten a penny amongst the participants of the weekend: "Anything which is not transgressive is repressive" and "Everything must revolt against everything."

There was also a talk entitled 'The necessity of Evil' whereby the speaker by using a very poor sophistical trick tried, and probably convinced the audience, that goodness contains within itself its own opposite and as a result goodness creates evil. And he went on similarly to explain that freedom creates oppression. 

It was all very tedious and surprising that anyone would give time, attention and a stage for this inanity, but there was also free wine which was a slightly mitigating circumstance.

Goat head on front cover, blood rites.....are we weird and evil enough yet? Oh, I forgot, it's ART.

Charlotte Rodgers is a non denominational magickal practitioner and an animist, and The Bloody Sacrifice is the story of her work with blood. It chronicles her use of road kill and blood in art, ritualised scarification and tattoo work, and the use of venous and menstrual blood in magick. Also included are Charlotte’s interviews with tattoo artists; priests from belief systems which utilise blood sacrifice; artists who use their own HIV positive blood as a medium; and those who use mortifications and body modification to effect changes in consciousness and self.
All here share a common bond of talent combined with an ability to articulate their beliefs. For example Louis Martinie, a priest in the New Orleans Voodoo Spiritual Temple. Martinie has integrated his Tibetan Buddhist beliefs into his Voodoo practice and in doing so shows how personal spiritual evolution can effect change within a syncretic religion. As a blood related illness affected various parts of Charlotte’s life, she was given a chance to explore blood ritual in a very different way. Documenting this part of her journey gives an understanding of AIDS, HIV and HCV, and its effect on spirituality and contemporary blood rites.
Blood Ritual, with all its history, baggage and dangers holds a power to create change. Whether this power is held within blood and how much impact is created merely by our perception is for the reader to decide. The Bloody Sacrifice is an honest, modern and thought provoking personal insight into an ancient aspect of our spirituality and creativity.
Paperback/155pages
Visit Charlotte Rodgers Website http://www.perdurabu.com/

In a image slideshow which accompanied Charlotte Rodgers' talk at the even there were disturbing images of dead bodies including those of dead children. This isn't art, it's evil.

Creepy. This is what happens when women go wrong.

Creatures,Creations and Recalibrations. The Art of Charlotte Rodgers

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Creatures,Creations and Recalibrations. The Art of Charlotte Rodgers mixed media with snake ribs and vertebrae, apothyllite eyes, glass beads and rubber.

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Creatures,Creations and Recalibrations. The Art of Charlotte Rodgers Careful what you like Andrew Dixon, it may well influence what you get as a wedding present! That aside, the crow makes a nice witch bottle bearer, he carries the bottle as his body and can transport it to various realms.I've put some basics in it, but left the opening unstoppered so that the final owner can put more in and seal it.

Charlotte Rodgers, caught on camera.

Bored audience. They paid a surprisingly large amount of money to sit through this. I didn't, I just crashed it.

Is this art or should some call the poleece?

Hey, Satanists, leave Jesus out of this will ya?

A demon having sex with a severed head. How did Da Vinci miss out classy stuff like this?

Old Norse bullshit.

Occult bookstore, creepy evil books 70% off.

Art and psychoanalysis people love Crowley apparently.

Weird scenes inside the Spooky Indian sex Temple....

Some old crone doing the Tarot in the background.....but WHY? Is it rock'n'roll, is it art? Or is it just more Satanic claptrap?

Truly atrocious singer, even a half decent bass and guitar player couldn't save this night. Satan doesn't always have all the best tunes.

Why a weird horned head? Just WHY? Is Satan a patron of the Arts Council now or something? Inquiring minds want to know.



Event Programme.

http://www.perdurabu.com/Articles/Beyond%20the%20Blood.html

Beyond the Blood: Magick after Menopause

Interview with Diane Narraway by Charlotte Rodgers for the revised/enlarged, ‘The Bloody Sacrifice’.

I met Diane several times at Dolmen Grove gatherings and was impressed by this honest and powerful woman who possesses such a strong spirituality; a spirituality which is both archaic and very, very contemporary.
Diane is the same age as myself, and also went through menopause early. Her experience and intelligence, combined with having children and a strong family ethos meant that Diane was in a position to bring new perspectives to my research on changes in a woman’s spiritual approach and ability in different phases of her cycle...and beyond!

‘I was born in London and brought up in Dorset with my brother. My mother was a science teacher and my father a part time salesman and a full time alcoholic. Having been born with the scientific enquiring mind of my mother and the hedonistic streak of my father I guess the only available option was a magickal path; besides there were other members of my family who had practised magick and divination.
I worked with natural magick as a child using a variety of ingredients that grew around the garden as well as reading symbolism as a childlike form of divination. As I evolved so too did my magick and these days I take a more ritualistic, esoteric approach. It is easy to label or categorise me…I am a witch. Categorising my magick is more difficult. As a witch I will utilise whatever I need to and whichever form of magick will best serve my needs.

I have had 5 children one of which passed away due to Sudden Infant Death Syndrome (aged 9 weeks) when I was 25 years old and on the 7th January 2013 my eldest died tragically in a caravan fire. So these days I am a mother of three girls, a full time mother to my granddaughter who is currently 6 years old and my youngest child is pregnant and due very soon. There will be three generations living in my house!!! I also edit the Dolmen Grove magazine as well as writing for it and myself. I have a partner but life is a little too hectic to live together.
On the magickal side I tend not to wear a hierarchical hat but I do practice ritual magick and as a member of the Dolmen Grove I co - write and facilitate several of the rituals within the Dolmen Grove; I am sure if people gave me a title it would be priestess!!

Diane, tell me about your attitude towards blood in your spiritual and magical practice?
 Blood is the life force. Using blood in magick and bringing that life giving force into a ritual giving it and subsequent thought forms life. The use of venous blood in bonding rites adds the essence of self whether as a mixing of bloods as a bond between priest and priestess, handfastings (my life force is joined to their life force etc.) or added to ink for spell casting where the concept would be control over the ritual.  Either way it is my sacrifice to ensure an outcome or seal a bond on a deeper ritual level.  Menstrual blood I would consider preferable to use where the intention is sexually or fertility driven, be it to attract or repel. Menstrual blood although entirely feminine is blood which has being rejected by the body and unlike venous blood is no longer ‘alive’.  The living blood which flows through our bodies provides a more vital energy and although I would consider it often to be the ‘greater sacrifice’ can at times be fraught with some of our darker energies more often than we would choose to admit, with menstrual blood often being the safer option for feeding spirit houses etc, especially in our wilder teenage years.

As you no longer are able to work with your menstrual blood magickally, what adjustments have you needed to make to your practice?
Anything that required menstrual blood I find can be replaced by mixing venous blood with sexual fluids. This relies on a tantric understanding of oneself which comes purely with age, and the ability to use it cautiously because it is often far more powerful than the menstrual blood of my ‘Earth Mother’ years.

Have you noticed a difference in the way your spirituality operated during your menstruating years, pregnancy, childrearing and now menopause?
Although it wasn’t obvious at the time, now when I look back I can see that my spiritual path reflected the stage of life I was at. As a small child I practised a more nature based form of magic and because, like most children the great outdoors was a wonderland, I longed to experience the garden at night.  I remember looking out of the bedroom window at the dark moonlit garden and seeing it as this beautifully magickal place with its own set of rules and inhabitants.  I grew up opposite an incredibly old church and graveyard and there was something curiously comfortable about the graveyard by moonlight.  By eight years old I owned my first book on Cornish witchcraft which gave me simplistic structured spells to follow.  As a teenager my spiritual beliefs were as rebellious as every other aspect.  Like most teenagers my brain cells were replaced with hormones and a challenging somewhat chaotic attitude towards everything and everyone.  I did not, like many of my peers, ‘fall in love on a weekly basis’;  still preferring to have control over my emotions.  I tried marijuana and of course alcohol.  As I had epilepsy as a child I was never tempted to try anything stronger. Looking back that was definitely a blessing in disguise.  My spiritual beliefs revolved around the concept of, if the Christians were right then God (as they knew him) was really an old dope smoking hippy with a really warped sense of humour…hence the platypus and the bible. My polytheistic beliefs were not so much celebrated as they were in my infancy but had become somehow closer and more human.  I explained my polytheism using analogies such as, if I wanted to buy knickers in a department store I didn’t ask the owner just the lady on the knickers counter!!!! Throughout my teenage years magick was replaced by teenage angst and punk rock.  The louder and more offensive the better! Funnily enough it was at the end of my teenage years and prior to having children that I discovered I could read tarot cards. As a mother I returned to my spiritual path finding a spiritualist medium that sneakily did spells on the side.  She was the epitome of the archetypal medieval wise woman.  From her I honed my skills of Tarot reading, clairvoyance and psychometry.  When my son died I was only 25 years old and a deeper understanding and knowledge help me to understand not only why he had died but to appreciate and seize all that life has to offer. Nowadays my path has brought me to a greater understanding of ritual magick and the importance of channelled information and life experience.

How are you finding menopause? I’ve been post menopausal three or so years now, starting the process in my thirties and I must admit (dodgy physical manifestations aside) I feel the most integrated and centred that I have ever been
I went through the menopause quite early and have not menstruated for the last eight years and I have found that like you I am more centred and much more focused. I have a much greater understanding of how magick has worked for me throughout life including the years I seemed to step back from it.  One of the things about the inner wisdom of the witch is the importance of knowing when not to do rituals,as much as knowing when to do them.

Diane you have talked about the changes in your inner and outer worlds post menopause; have there also been changes in your relationship with spirits, deities or God forms?
As a child my magic was more intuitive and natural…the simplicity of childhood reflected in magick and I remember being about 7 when I came to the conclusion that I must be Pagan as the Greco Roman polytheistic belief system made more sense than the mainstream monotheistic beliefs of the community. Given that I lived in a village with two C of E churches this was quite a radical decision. Having made that decision I was drawn to Venus and Jupiter; the all - powerful father god and his daughter, the goddess of love and beauty. There may have been an element of my coming from a single parent family but it more likely is that this God/Goddess combination eased my transition from monotheism to Paganism. Later, as a teenager I was more drawn to the fiery energy of Mars and the dark energies of Pluto/Hades and the energy of the hunt associated with Diana/Artemis, while as a mother I felt closer to the softer energies of Venus/Aphrodite and Pan the God of fertility and lust.
Although I have aged and my life taken many turns, there remains a pattern to my existence as now I can see that even without any awareness or knowledge of Diana, Lucifer, Hecate and Cerridwen their energies have always been present. I see Cerridwen more with age as I experience more of life and see more of death; through these I understand rebirth. Hecate in her most ancient of guises has been there at all the crossroads and now she calls to the darkness within me just as Lucifer has always been there showing the way towards enlightenment.

How about changes in your relationship to the environment? 
I suppose there are many contributing factors but having passed the years of needing babysitters, I became free to pursue my magick in a way that connected me more to the surrounding environment.
Initially this took the form of running a witchcraft shop which included teaching witchcraft and tarot, bringing me out of my closet and into the pagan community. It was this that brought me into contact with the Dolmen Grove, eventually leading me to my role within the Grove now.
These days my magick is centred mostly on raising the consciousness of those within the surrounding circle initially, and hopefully beyond, and I suspect the deities I work with now facilitate this concept.

In some non Western cultures post menopausal women are afforded higher status and initiation into areas previously barred to them and in Tantra the power of magick is said to move from a women’s genitals and womb to her heart. Do you think that post menopausal women in the western magickal community are given enough resources, respect and recognition? Do you think that the mythos around ‘the crone’ covers all the bases?
The short answer has to be Hell No!!!! The mythos around the ‘Crone’ falls very short of covering all the bases, but at least it tries to cover some of them.  While I understand the concept of the tantric idea that the magick moves from the genitals and womb to the heart, my own understanding and experience is that post-menopausal women have a greater understanding of using all of these areas and how to incorporate them into their tantric rituals.   By allowing the magick to be present and flow freely through the genitals, womb and heart the effect of tantric rituals will be much greater.  It is probably fairer to assume only the crone has the freedom and maturity to incorporate all aspects of love and creation without the ego getting in the way.
Whilst it is certainly true that many other cultures have more reverence for age, there are also many other cultures that don’t although I suspect it is only in Western countries that the beauty of youth is celebrated above the wisdom of the elder.   With age comes life experience and a deeper understanding and I find that people respect me for that and perhaps over the years I have learned how to gain respect.  The resources available to all those practising magick are much easier to attain since the internet.   Whether it be obscure herbs, magickal tools or simply the need to chat with like - minded individuals it is all there on a plate….and of course solitude is a rare luxury but when it turns to necessity it is attainable.
As a child I lacked the experience, as a teenager I lacked the focus and as a mother I lacked the time, but now …K’ching!!! Now I have all of these and I find that I know have the serenity for my understanding to eventually become wisdom.

Diane, how would like to see an evolution or change of attitudes towards post menopausal women develop within the magickal community? Any thoughts for actions that would positively shake up a stagnant status quo and be of benefit to the community AND to the women concerned?
In order for any change to be of long term effect it needs to begin by educating the younger members of the community, this sadly extends to the community as a whole. We have reached a stage in mankind’s evolution, particularly in the western world where a strengthening of family values is not just important but essential. I feel sadly that it is my generation who have failed to see the wisdom of their elders, seeing them more often than not as a burden. By the same token the innocence of youth is all too often seen as something to be conquered rather than nurtured. In my house three generations live side by side comfortably.
As I watch my youngest daughter look forward to the birth of her first child I become aware as to how little our children are prepared for the experience of motherhood, and she is grateful for the chance to learn how to be a Mum from someone who has not only been through it but within a safe and loving environment. I know a few others in three generation households all of which are Pagan.
I hope this trend continues as I see my mother being respected for her compassion and knowledge by her grandchildren and great grandchildren. I hope I too earn that love and respect.
That said they will only learn respect for their elders, if their elders earn that respect.

With age we attain wisdom and learn how to accept and use the darkness that lives inside us instead of fearing it …or worse still fighting it!!

Popstars of the Apocalpyse 2. Act 3 Scene 5

The forgotten top floor of the Senate building in one of the colleges of the University of London. The rooms have not been used since the early 1970's when the physics and nuclear research department, under public pressure around the safety concerns of nuclear research being carried out in the crowded urban areas,  moved out from the top floor of the Senate building to an undisclosed underground location in the middle of what used to be marshland in Stratford, but what is now part of the 2012 Olympic village. The reactor is still on the site and is occasionally switched on for tests, but the buildings have been renamed The Claygate Climate Change Centre, and nobody really pays it any attention.

The corridor is dusty and abandoned, there is rubbish and random mess that has not been tidied since the early 70's. An old copy of Beat magazine from August 1971 with the Osmonds on the cover lies torn in a corner while random bits of unidentifiable electronics junk lies scattered in apparently random distribution. 

There is a loud electronic humming noise outside a door marked Artificial Intelligence Research Laboratory. 

Crew and Steve knock timidly on the door. They hear loud sounds of electro static discharges.

Dr Kemble: from within Turn it up, the signal is getting stronger. Yes, I can see something it's coming through. Remarkable. Turn on the modulator.

John Hampton: Which one is the modulator?

Dr Kemble: The black button with the bee sticker on it and the words Bravo.

John Hampton: he presses the button I meant to ask you about that. Why a bee?

Dr Kemble: They were left over from a French teacher I suppose, don't know how they found their way up here. Besides if this should fall into the wrong hands noone would know how to use it without the key.

John Hampton: I see, so what does the turtle with the words 'genial' written underneath do?

Dr Kemble: The turtle cuts out the background radiation. Protects the receptor from stray inputs the same way a shell protects a turtle from attack from animals I suppose, there is a kind of reason and logic behind the indicators but hopefully too obtuse for anyone who might try to steal the machine.

John Hampton: Why would anyone steal the machine, nobody knows about it except for me you, the boys and a wooden puppet.

Dr Kemble: Oh my dear Johnnie, I thought you more than anyone would know by know that someone always knows what you're doing. It's just a question of not giving them any reason to try to disturb you.

John Hampon: So why a bee?

Dr Kemble: Listen, after a few seconds there is a buzzing sound as the modulator starts to work on the signal.

John Hampton: Ahhh.

Suddenly there is a knocking sound.

Dr Kemble: Hmmm, that noise is not normal. There must be a problem with the signal transducer.

John Hampton: It's the door.

Dr Kemble: confused and examining his equipment door? There is no door. You mean the flap for the signal correction panel? It is not making this sound?

John Hampton: returning with Steve and Crew The door door, the door to this room.

Dr Kemble: with delight Ahhh marvelous, now we have test subjects to work with.

Crew: Test subjects? I don't like the sound of that?

Dr Kemble: Why not, we have you to thank for all this and we seem to be making some clear progress. Look!

Crew: looking at the TV screen unable to see anything except for TV static I can't see anything professor.

Dr Kemble: Look there, do you see it?

Dr Kemble points Steve and Crew to a specific area on the bottom edge of the screen. 

Dr Kemble: Look, there particles that are firing here, notice that they are firing in the opposite direction to the other signals.

Steve: Is that it? I thought we were going to be able to see actual pictures of them, not just fast moving white dots. How can we communicate with that?

Dr Kemble: It's early days yet. All of this static you can see here, this is all electromagnetic radiation, some of it from Earth telecommunications, some of it from all the signal sources in the city and roughly one percent is from the big bang you know. Well if we can shield the source collector from all of these sources and somehow strengthen and focus our source then we will be able to develop the signal into something. At least it's possible but it all depends on how strong these spirit signals are, noone has ever recorded such things.

Steve; Actually that's not quite true.

Dr Kemble: turns to Steve and raises an eyebrow Oh? You're referring to the William Crooke no doubt? A brilliant chemist but rather a poor judge of human character, I'm afraid he was duped by some extremely unscrupulous people, much like Conan Doyle another great mind sadly marred by one fatal flaw: an over willingness to believe.

Steve: Actually I had Uri Geller in mind.

Dr Kemble: He was big in the eighties. Used to have a way with spoons. What do you know about him?

Crew: interrupting He worked with The Mossad on psychic affairs, and the CIA.

Steve: Thanks Crew but I was the one talking to the professor. He worked with a man called Andrija Puharich on a round-table project called The Council of Nine. All connected to the Illuminati Astor and Bell families.

Crew: interrupting The Bell family is old, so is Astor, they both go back to Canaan and the ancient middle east. The Bells are related the priests of  Baal bloodline and Astor are the priest of  Astarte.

Steve: Puharich was working on contacting extra-terrestrials who claimed to be the pantheon of the nine archetypal Gods of ancient Egypt. Geller was the channel and he would receive these messages from outer space, then apparently he would start to receive messages directly transferred onto magnetic cassettes. This was all taken very seriously and there was a lot of money involved because these people wanted to get hold of ideas and concepts for new technology and like the Nazis there was a lot of currency to the idea that such insights and information which can revolutionise the world comes from the interested other dimensional beings communicating with humans. Then they changed their story and claimed to be an alien race known as Rhombus 4d from a planet called Hoova.

Dr Kemble: So you're saying the myth of Prometheus might not be merely a myth. That these 'things' out there which communicate with us and help us with our development.

Crew: Yeah. What do you think?

Dr Kemble: I don't have a strong opinion. It's possible of course, but it's equally possible that innate human ingenuity can go a long way in these matters especially when beings claim to come from a planet known for vacuum cleaners. Perhaps they invent that who knows? Along with the Corby trouser press and the Goblin Teasmade.

John Hampton: interjecting Steve raises an interesting point. How do we even know that whatever beings we contact are even rock stars at all? What if it's all part of some deception? We need to be wise to this possibility. There was a chap, a journalist who investigated psychic phenomenon and mediums. He wanted to figure out if the whole thing about spirits was real and whether the mediums who were supposedly in contact with these spirits were sincere. He discovered that the mediums were sincere but the spirits were not. They always pretended to be something or someone they weren't. Fisher spent hours and hours of research investigating the stories from these channeled voices from beyond, and every time, some fact or element of their story was out, he could find no evidence of their actual existences despite the fact that nearly all the details of their story were correct.

Steve: So what happened?

John Hampton: He realised that something else was going on, this wasn't just about whether the mediums were lying or whether spirits really existed. The sheer depth of knowledge exhibited by the spirits assured him they were a real disembodied intelligence, and the complete variance of this knowledge to the lives of the mediums who channeled these intelligences assured him that they had no conscious role in any deception. However the inescapable conclusion he came to was a terrifying one, that not only were these spirits not quite who they said they were but they weren't actually human and never had been. They were something else.

Crew: Demons?

Steve: Aliens?

John Hampton: Who knows? But certainly not human. They were something which needed human attention for some reason to give it reality. It needed to possess people and be communicated with, and it seemed to have access to whole lifetimes of knowledge upon which to create a mosaic of an invented life on Earth so its words from beyond the grave would be listened to. But the spirits Joe communicated with had never existed as humans on Earth.

Steve: What happened?

John Hampton: Joe Fisher killed himself by jumping off a cliff. He told his editor shortly before his death that the spirits were still after him for having written his book exposing them.

Crew: Dayum.

John Hampton: That's right. So whatever comes through that screen, if it ever gets beyond the stage of moving white dots of static then we'd better be circumspect and be on our guard.

Steve: But we met Jim. Jim's real.

John Hampton: Sure, but that's not to say someone might not sneak through who isn't on our guest list.

Crew: Yeah, like Whitney Houston. She sucks. I don't want to see her ghost warbling on my telly, it was bad enough having it as a number one for ten weeks. No escape from that mad screaming ego with voice like a frigging ambulance siren.

Steve: Agreed. No Whitney. And no Jackson. Kid fiddling Pepsi swilling muppet come later day saint. First sign of Jackson's black or white face and I'm putting the boot into that machine.

Crew: Deal.

Dr Kemble: while fiddling and tinkering I appreciate your high standards and stringent entry requirements but there is no question of damaging the equipment I've spent so long messing about with continues fiddling and having a sudden idea spots a biscuit crumb and puts it in the machine. By Jove, I think I've got it.

The screen is suddenly clear of static and a shadowy human form is visible. 

Crew: Wow what did you do? How did you reduce all the signals you mentioned?

Dr Kemble: The technological miracle of biscuits. Just a shot in the dark but a perfectly logical one. The biscuit contains fat much like the human brain and serves equally to filter out any extraneous signals which are not required, while serving to strengthen and channel the internal signals we DO need. Well how remarkable. As a scientist I'm continually amazed what a fine sense of humour the universe seems to have sometimes.

Crew: So who is it? It's not Whitney or Jackson is it because I don't want to talk to them.

Dr Kemble: It's hard to tell, we need some way of creating light relief.

Crew: Like a few jokes? Have you heard the one about the ex-pat business man on the Japanese golf course?

Dr Kemble: No and I don't want to. But that's not what I meant by light relief. I mean shading, we need to find a way of shading the features and creating different tones of shades before we will be able to see anything.

John Hampton: Hmmmm. It needs a filter of some kind. Crew, give me your sunglasses.

Crew: Sure.

John Hampton: putting them on No, these are no good. What about yours Steve?

Steve hands over his sunglasses to John Hampton.

John Hampton: Putting on the sunglasses Oh yes that's the ticket. Here Philip, try these on.

Dr Kemble: Oh my, yes, the polarising lens works perfectly. So who is this young lady?

John Hampton: If I'm not mistaken this young lady is called Amy Winehouse.

Crew: Amy Winehouse? We picked up Amy Winehouse? Oh yeah. Talking to the shadowy figure on the TV. Can you sing Valerie for us? I love that. You were so awesome  Amy, I saw you at Glastonbury. Why did you punch that bloke though? And why did you come into the audience, what were you looking for? starts singing Lionel Ritchie Was it me you were looking for?

Dr Kemble: She can hear you, but we can't hear her. So there'll be no greatest hits shows for the moment until I figure out a way to channel sounds from the ghost world. In the meantime we all need to get hold of a pair of polarised sunglasses.

The Cain Transformation. Part 5.

I saw the advert on Easyroommate.com as I was sat in an internet cafe in Brighton after deciding that Brighton suffered not only from an exorbitance in the price of pints of beer and a marked lack in the availability of reasonably priced accommodation, but also a preponderance of tedious and noisy stag and hen do's which seemed to largely mar any appeal the quaint town centre pubs might have had. 

As a result I decided to move on to Bournemouth and see what it was like to live there. It turns out it was a much calmer more spirituality grounded place. Having got off at the bus station I made my way with all my bags to a rendez-vous at 10 Capstone Place and stopping at the bus-stop to rest and catch my breath from my portable portmanteau which I had dragged pushed and heaved all the way from New Cairo, I found myself talking to an old man. 

He told me that Bournemouth is apparently one of the happiest places to live in the UK, a place where apparently there is a certain un-namable 'something' in the air which resonates peace. I found this to be true and this indefinable sense of innate comfort, peace and security, seemed to extend as a blanket all the way through Dorset and Wiltshire and continues all the way through Devon and Cornwall. Almost like an ancient blessing or a magical bond of protection cast by the Wizard Merlin himself. 

This mystical and sacred shroud of peace seems to begin at some point in the New Forest because once you get to Portsmouth you are clearly in the brutal and jarring 'real world' and perceptibly beyond the confines of the mystic blanket of what C.S Lewis called the nation of Logres, that is, the old sacred civilised heart of ancient Britain and the core of all its finest traditions of humour, tolerance and resilience. 

However I feel obliged to add that this is also something extremely malefic in operation in the area of Dorset, which seems to have a particular focus in the New Forest village of Lymington. My landlady's boyfriend was born there and he told me that the Masons there are involved in paedophile rings. I visited Lymington and there is a very tangible sense of evil which pervades this place. Everyone in the town seems cold and aloof and despite the obvious affluence of the town, the people here all seem to be under some burden which renders them unfriendly and perceptibly weary of strangers.

The Masonic Hall at Lymington.

Below is an anonymous post which was made over on the Atlantean Conspiracy blog giving some insight into the occult-world situation in and around the New Forest, and was a reply made to an article of mine which Eric Dubay hosted on his blog, this was back in 2011 when Eric was still talking sense and before he either lost his mind, or was somehow coerced into promulgating the strange flat-Earth disinformation which he lately regrettably appears to be spear-heading.

Anonymous said...

Wiccans are crazy nutters that believe in the existence of witches and wizzards and pray to the devil. They reject God. But what is less known and kept secret is their inclination to severely abuse children. They are just pedos that use any sick excuse to get their hands on defenseless children. And they torture animals too. The main group is centered in the New Forest, with secret trips to the Masons Hall in Godalming and journeys to the Isle of Wight (spooky, nutty fires in the smugglers cave on that island for example)
Lots of cult members meet there, everybody bringing their children along, to be abused, drugged (some mushroom stuff, some other things) and tortured until the children pass out. They call that "training" and "programming". The children who grow up this way become later messed up sect members themselves.
The great leader is a demented, old dirty guy by the name of N M. He lives in Minstead and seems like the nice old bloke next door. Involved in charitable stuff, incidentally all to do with children. Well, what with age and all, the pervert can't keep his mouth shut! He is apparently a high up Mason and called "Your Highness" in this Wiccan sect. He has access to children all the time, he boasts. He kidnaps children, using treats like sweets to lure them. He abuses children of friends, scaring them to death, so they don’t tell their parents. There were court cases where the parents found out, but he never got a conviction (no proof and because the kids are unknowingly drugged, they don’t talk sense in court). He is the "Highness" in his sick family. The self-proclaimed 33rd degree Mason N M is really called H L N M and lives in Minstead, New Forest, England.
Other cult members:
Angus Mackinnon
Martin Eayrs (Lancaster)
Alistair Banks (Lyndhurst, New Forest)
There might be harmless cult members as well - I don't know. Maybe there are cult members left in the unknown. The guys above are criminals for sure. I imagine there might be some police members protecting them, because otherwise I wouldn't get why they could do this sick stuff for so long.

N M is involved in an orphan home (Sundri Devi School Bataha) for children in India, with frequent trips over there. I cannot possible imagine him to do it for any other reason than getting access to children. The children are drugged, scared to death (they are certainly threatened with death) and deeply ashamed - so they do not talk. I would not be surprised if there is the occasional death (ritual killings, masked as drowning accidents for example).

The above sect has not only men, there are sick females involved as well. So, do not trust your nice looking neighbour, just because you cannot imagine him or her to do such things. Be weary if your child changes in behaviour. If you know friends of above people - warn them.

July 28, 2011 at 2:22 PM

http://www.atlanteanconspiracy.com/2011/07/truth-about-freemasonry.html

As soon as I saw the advert on Easyroommate I immediately felt with a pang that there was some occult or Masonic connection, but at the same time it was possibly the cheapest room in the whole of England, being a tiny box room just slightly bigger than the size of a double bed with space around to just about walk around the edge of the bed to get in or out of it. It cost 50 pounds a week, which in 2007 was at the bottom end of the rental market, in fact it was in the basement or several feet underground of the rental market. The house itself was pretty nice, with a large kitchen with washing machine and a cosy front room, additionally the house's owner and her boyfriend were very interesting and pleasant people, and I became solid friends with my landlady's boyfriend and we spent most of that summer drinking in the local pubs of Bournemouth and talking hard and incessant metaphysics. 

This gentleman was a schizophrenic and so far is the only person apart from my own sister, who can actually accept and understand the theory I had developed about the past and present being connected not just by forward causality but also by backward causality since the engine of reality itself exists outside of time and we cannot perceive backward causality because our perceptions and expectations face always forwards in time.

I believe firmly that not only does acting on the present lead to consequences in the future, was is known as traditional 'cause and effect' but also changes in the future can also be connected to commensurate changes in the past. My particular focus was on the human mind and how things that may have happened in ones past, can be intimately connected to thoughts, ideas, wishes and actions of the will, at a future point. This is because the human mind operates beyond time and anyone who has experienced premonitions of the future in dreams will be able to attest to this and a great many of us can all think of salient examples if we were to put our minds to it.

If you are interested in the topic of backwards causality then read my book Light in the Darkness where I explore these themes and concepts in some depth.

So knowing that somehow, making the phone call and expressing an interest in this room at 10 Capstone Place, might bring me back somehow into the shadowy duat of the Freemasons, I went ahead because to be frank, 50 quid was ruddy cheap and I always loved a bargain.

As it turns out the landlady and her boyfriend were both connected to the Illuminati. but I only discovered this some time afterwards, in fact only once I'd left Bournemouth and returned to London. I got to know my landlady quite well and there were one or two interesting things about her. She was from Botswana and was part of a successful San family, the San people are the longest indigenous residents of Botswana and are recognisible by their oriental eyes. 

She told me she had become involved with a south coast charity for African migrants called Mosaic which she told me, have a way of initiating new arrivals and connecting them up with local Freemasons in order to find them work, and I suspect she was different person now in England as result of being involved in this spooky 'charity' to who she was back home.

She told me that she was a shaman of her family tribe and she seemed to have the same ability as the Filipino witches I had known in Tokyo. Something else quite odd about her is that I would often find her having conversations with people in the street, with people she had never met before, and when I asked her about she would deny she had said anything. I started to suspect she too was part of something she couldn't tell me about. I don't quite know I keep running into people like this but I suppose there must be some kind of law of attraction in operation. I am interested in metaphysics and experience reality in a way quite different to most people in that I am always trying to see beyond the 'local view' of reality. 

For instance I long ago learned to go beyond a human perspective of reality and sought something like a universal view. I realised that I would be stuck on this planet for a few more decades to come, but by no means should I consider this any more than a temporary stopping point on my journey through the cosmos. Even the plays of Shakespeare and the apparent geniuses of human history are merely 'local phenomena' and have limited value in the great scheme of things. All art science and literature is product of being lost in a material existence and mostly great art, literature and science are just an investigation into the 'mystery' of life. 

So as long as the condition of mystery and uncertainty exists then science, art and literature have some value, but what if one becomes enlightened and aware of some basic fundamental spiritual realities? Science no longer has any purpose, and is wholly antagonistic to ones personal discoveries. Art and literature too, often focus on pain and emotional turmoil in pursuit of ideals in the physical world but once one has transcended pain and uncertainty and realises that the material world by definition can never be ideal, then art and literature no longer have anything to tell you because they seem hopelessly naive and fall always short of grasping any ultimate truths.

So basically there is, or perhaps, was something in me that was 'seeking' transcendent people and experiences. I say 'was' because I seem to have rather completed my journey and come to the end of the line in terms of what I can learn here. Basically I'm just getting through life at this point, writing a bit, working a bit, just to buy myself some little retirement home somewhere in the deep French countryside, while I await the completion of my life on Earth and the blessed escape from matter, which comes with death.

Now of course I realise I will never meet anyone who is in the same frame of perspective as myself who is not a member of some occult Aleister Crowley group or the Freemasons. The problem is that Freemasons and Crowley people have a similar perspective to mine, except they are not free and are also caught in an entourage which continually tempts them with sex, drugs or financial corruption. I seem to have used the Masons as a stepping stone into a new awareness, but managed to avoid the cage of joining them. Some people may find it reassuring to have a group surrounding them, helping them, directing and controlling them. But by definition such a thing can only appeal to weak people who never had the strength of personal spiritual identity to stand for anything, or achieve anything on their own. So by choosing to lose themselves within a group they are cursed to become something less than a human and something more like an ant or a bee or something.

Joining the Masons or any such occult group is like taking a conscious step down the spiritual and human evolutionary ladder.

But in the case of my former landlady she had become involved as a result of being a new arrival from Africa in a new and unfamiliar country, and I wonder how many other migrants might receive a special sort of 'welcome reception' from these strange Masonic charities with the aim of swelling their own agents and influence in society to within the heart of the minority communities, something the Masons are very keen to achieve, particularly within the Muslim community, they are having less success with this but I believe MI5 takes up a lot of the slack.

In fact the Masons and the security services are eternally joined at the hip, and again, within the context of my friends at Bournemouth I found an overture to join the Masons and MI5 being rolled out to me again. I remember it well. I got a phone-call from my former landlady, while I was talking to her she said, 'Hang on a second,' and then her boyfriend spoke from somewhere in the room, he said: "Do you want to join MI5?' It was the plausible deniability technique again, speaking to someone on the phone while someone else in an offhand manner makes the request.

For me it seemed like a serious proposal, I'm not quite sure who he knew in MI5 and why he was in a particular position to offer me a job, except that he had told me his father was a Freemason, but I have few doubts his girlfriend was part of something. I replied 'No.' That was my gut response, I didn't even have to think about it in fact it was probably best I didn't think about it too much as I might have started to create James Bond fantasies for myself, which I knew from my experiences in Tokyo seeing British and American 'agent' types, was totally removed from reality.  

She said, :"Are you sure?" I said yes. The tenor of the conversation was very similar to the one I had with my former German/Russian girlfriend, except the outcome was significantly different and rather more surprising. My former girlfriend had said she was glad and put the phone down. When I put the phone down on these two in Bournemouth something very peculiar and paranormal took place which I have never since encountered.

What happened next after refusing a request to join MI5 and putting the phone down was an immediate occult psychic attack. What happened was this: I heard a voice in my head, like a voice in a dream, chanting a spell. I do not remember the precise gist of the chant which I heard except it rhymed and followed a kind of staccato pattern and seemed to be counting down, or building up, to some kind of final curse. It was a cross between the old folk song The Man of Double Deed and The Tyger by William Blake. 

I realised that this chant was a curse on me and it was in danger of dominating me, and I had the feeling that if the curse succeeded I would possibly die. The chant seemed to be voiced by several people all in unison and just before it reached its peak I sent my will forth and sent a psychic bomb on the people who were attacking me. The chanting stopped and after a moment I heard applause. I realised that this was the Masons, either dead or living ones, there's not much difference really, a living Mason is half in the land of the dead and a dead Mason is half in the land of the living, which amounts to the same thing.

They, in some weird disembodied lodge of the dead or ghostly living, where applauding my strength. I told them all to get fucked. And they did, they left me alone. There's not a lot Masons or the Illuminati can do against someone who is strong in will and powerful in their resolve.

 

Weaponised Popstars file 1999: Prince reportedly dies of sex overdose.

Prince onstage performing a concert with the Three Degrees of the Masonic Jehovah''s witnesseseses.

 Prince Dies of Suspected Sex Overdose: Police Frantically Performed CPR Before Death 

— Prince's eyes flickered and he had one last erection, dedicated to his fans.

Prince was known for his uncompromising avant guard personal styling and ill advised forays into politics.

HRH the small thin prince of Sex and maybe drugs, was found dead in his own home in a highly sexually  distressed condition. Despite attempts by the police to resuscitate the Prince by playing his own music to his dead body and telling him how sexy he was, and giving him CPR, Prince's cream was too badly depleted to allow the former singer's sexy ghost to repossess his body, though reportedly Prince's eyes flickered briefly and it was thought that he could be successfully resuscitated, however Prince's last gesture was a sudden and surprising goodbye erection to his fans worldwide and Prince's soul left his genitals and was pronounced brain-dead.

Brain Dead: Fans react to Prince's death.

Many of his fans who wept futile tears of loss and sadnesss, over a man they never even knew and who probably wouldn't be tolerated in his royal Princiness' sexy presence for more than 39 seconds.

Despite Prince's conversion to the unaccountably popular Masonic doomsday cult he still maintained a strong interest in depressed rock-star drugs and depressed rock-star orgies. He was also fond of camels but little more can be said on this subject for want of details.

Prince's poor sexed out body was discovered crumpled and spent in the south elevator of his home, it appears that he had spent all night in his own specially constructed nuclear powered virtual sex-orgasmatron which Prince himself apparently designed to his own exacting sexual needs.

Nuclear engineers who were rushed to the scene to discover the cause of death reported that the machine appeared to be in order, except that they noted that the protective security seal had been removed and the device had been turned up to 11. 

Early rumours from within Nasa that they had interecepted signals from the machine on their orbital satellite seismographic station and had picked up signals indicating that the orgasmatron was set to 'male-hard' have been thoroughly discredited and denied by Prince's publicist and his army of live-in lawyers, especially employed by Prince to secure the aura of Prince's thin, tight and camply dancing obvious heterosexuality.

Prince's lawyers confirm that this most assuredly is NOT the picture of a gay icon, despite what Boy George says, who has reportedly gone into hiding after a fatwah was posted by Prince's legal team.

More cannot be said with certainty at this stage because I hear the lawyers have woken up again and are scouring social media

LATEST UPDATE: Freaky swinger, Pope Francis has just announced that Prince is to be made an honorary Prince of the Holy Roman Empire for his services to weird religion and hypocrisy, he will be known in death and for all eternity, or at least as soon as people lose interest in an obviously temporal and vacuuous cultural icon, as Prince Prince of Sexburg Gotha. 

Pope Francis reportedly stated :"It's very funny you know, everyone thinks he was some kind of important cultural voice bringing transcendent wisdom, peace and quintessential funk based enlightenment, but he was just like us, a guy who couldn't control his dick and invented a whole dogma and mythology dedicated to satiating his own needs..... our father down below has such a keen sense of irony. This is off the record of course."

Pope Francis naturally denies such a conversation ever took place.

It is reported that Prince was one of the few men who knew the sound that is made when Doves cry because he used to tease them in a specially constructed Dove-teasing apparatus built into his music studio. After teasing them for hours he would drink their tears and it is said that his apparent youthful good looks were attributed to the daily ingestion of Doves' sadness.

Prince's death at the age of 57 leads this blogger to suspect a sinister trend and that a sex-overdose may well be a media cover-story to obfuscate the fact that Prince was ritually murdered while the funk was yet strong in him in order to harvest the untapped fresh funk for the pop demons served by the Illuminati agents.

More than several famous musicians have died in mysterious or thoroughly explainable circumstances in their 57th year and there may well be a '57' club in existence where rock stars sign their souls away in exchange for a life of sex drugs and rock'n'roll, followed by a period of Ovaltine, early nights and carpet slippers, before going out in a subdued blaze of comfortable glory.  Prince joins such illustrious stars of of the stage and screen  such as Ian Dury, Harry H Corbett and Wally Brown who also became members of the sinister and little talked about: '57 club'.

Prince's former mate Vanity Vanity all is Vanity, was also inducted into the 57 club earlier this year and like Prince also hoped to find an escape from her sins in weird religion. It seems that in this case, weird religions were not strong enough to protect Prince and Vanity from their contractual obligations and Prince's last Instragram message seemed to indicate that the Illuminati soul and funk bailiffs had arrived to collect.

Prince is rumoured to be a surprise guest at the 2016 Glastonbury festival. 

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....