In 1992 I attended the Sheffield UFO conference, my first major exposure to so many people who were involved in the subject. One of the starring speakers was bud Hopkins and I was thrilled and privileged to have heard this man speak. I enjoyed my moment in the limelight but I was terribly nervous, having rehearsed what I wanted to say time and time again, I stood up there just scared I was going to not make a lot of sense.
As It was this talk didn't really amount to much, but that wasn't the point of being there, as I sat in the audience for the remainder of the conference, a band was introduced onto stage, they called themselves C.E.I.V and their rock music was themed on UFOs and abduction. As they played I suddenly turned to Clive and said 'oh my God! they are the Scottish music band I foresaw we would work with!' A prophecy I had made a number of years before had come true - again.
After they had performed, Clive sought the band out and we have the start of a conversation with them. I told them some of my experiences, putting this together with what they had heard me say at the conference, they were intrigued when I said I could envisage putting this all on audio with a reconstruction of Shelagh's hypnotic regression and my Intermediary theory, all linked with suitable rock music. They seemed enthusiastic and we promised to continue this plan for my project I called 'Shadow Of Man' by letter.
As time went on the plans were laid and they came down to Reading from Glasgow in 1993 for a weekend of turning our spare room into a recording studio - this being another example of Shelagh being told 'we would need the large house for our work and guests.' On the Saturday we needed some new batteries, camera film and audio tape for the recordings, (this was the days when a state-of-the-art studio required C90 tape cassettes.) so three of us went into town that day. Me, Clive and Brian Snr. At this point What I have already described in Third Transformation occurred, and this set the tone for the remainder of the weekend. The recording sessions went well, but all the time, Brian Snr kept a wary eye on me.
We felt that the tape was well produced, and the band took the Masters home with them to add the music. I was very pleased and proud of the result. I don't think the band ever really promoted themselves as well as they could have done, and just recently I have heard that they have lost a little heart in not achieving the level of stardom they had hoped for. I know that Shadow Of Man hasn't sold too well, but having said that, I would give it a thorough overhaul now if I were in a position to redo it.
Following this things went a little crazy and my memory isn't 100% clear on the sequence of events, because I think it was that very same year that I lost contact with Clive and everybody else I had made connections with. Some very crazy things happened.
I remember at this time I was doing some regular 'healing' sessions for a few people who used to come round to see me and Shelagh for a chat. One of these ladies was a psychic medium who suffered dreadfully with rheumatism. On two separate occasions, while I was in a semi-trance state, she glanced into a wall mirror that was on the opposite side of the room and jolted me out of my trance when she uttered aloud 'Oh my goodness!' I calmed down the palpatations that the shock of her own shock set off within me, then asked her what was wrong. She turned and looked at me for a moment and then said. 'I was really relaxed and felt so much hot energy from your hands, then I happened to glance up and in that instant I saw your reflection, but it wasn't you, it was a little grey coloured alien.' Liz Frampton had never been told anything about what I was, but this was another separate witness. It was quite a shock for her, to say the least. I left an explanation to Shelagh, she was always better at these things than me. Liz seemed ok with the unexpected event and even said she felt such immense compassion and love from 'the creature'. This experience didn't stop her from having further sessions.
From hereon I need to try to gather my thoughts and put things in as reasonable order as I can. Things were about to take a much darker turn for the years 1993-2002. The first thing it caused me to do was cut all contact with the people around me, anybody that had contact with me and the 'work' I was involved in.
Tuesday 30 April 2013
Monday 29 April 2013
Reality Manipulation
At this stage I want to present a commentary supplied some time ago by Clive Potter. Within a couple of years of knowing me and listening to what I had to say, a picture of my experiences and world-view formed in his head, and this is one of the best and detailed explanations I could supply. What follows is a combination of his more than 30 years as a UFO and experiencer researcher and the totality of what I have seen and understood from my many, many world-walking experiences.
The following is lengthy, but I think it really does what I have experienced, some justice and brings sharp focus some of the reality as I now understand it. This isn't to say I am completely right, perhaps way off the mark in some respects.
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Since the first publicised sightings of what are today known as UFOs were made back in 1947, the study of UFOs has made little progress. Shifting from one point of view to another, but never really making any progress in understanding the phenomenon the core of which seems to represent structured craft, alien encounters and abductions, “alien” messages and bizarre interactions with what we label as “extra-terrestrial”.
Despite years of research and debate, proponents do battle with one another, not only over the very existence of the phenomenon, but also as to what they may or may not represent. We have the sceptics on one hand who have a tendency to dismiss all reports or consign them to an area marked ‘psychological’; a convenient vehicle with which to deal more easily with experiences that defy all rational explanations and scientific laws. On the other hand, we have believers who tend to accept without question the existence of UFOs and the rag-bag of beliefs that go with it. All reports are believed, rationality is suspended and assumptions that we are dealing with a variety of alien, demonic, angelic or divine entities involved in the wide range of encounter experiences spread across the globe and throughout history are common place. These assumptions have taken over and corrupted serious investigation of the phenomenon, except for a few independent stalwarts. It has ensured that not only do we remain kept in the dark about the true nature of the phenomenon, but, just as importantly, few outside the closeted world of ufology have taken the subject seriously.
Alternatively, why should we believe the UFO Phenomenon is amenable to a solution? After all, the Phenomenon has been manifesting in our skies for hundreds, if not thousands, of years. Are we any nearer an answer? Are we capable of solving it? Do we really want to? Safe in the security of our belief systems and present day values, many are content in seeing them as a mystery which has nothing to do with their lives, whilst others prefer to see them as symbolic of a mystery that has, to all purposes, replaced a lost religion with a plastic spirituality. Are they not simply projecting their own present day technological and cultural viewpoint on to a phenomenon that, by its very nature, has been able to evade definition throughout time and has seemingly manifested in a variety of guises – airships, foo fighters, ghost rockets and aeroplanes – to spaceships; their occupants ranging from demons, angels, and faeries, to extra-terrestrials? Encounters with extraterrestrial beings seem to range from tall blond Nordic types to small grey foetus-like beings, monsters, imps, faery-like entities and ghost-like apparitions. Meanwhile, the home planets of these entities are as diverse as their actual appearances. Earth is, seemingly, a multi-species community!
When one begins to look at the entire spectrum and how witnesses perceive the phenomenon, one begins to feel uneasy and suspicious about not only the beliefs and intentions of some of the people studying it, but also as to its exact origin and nature. The phenomenon has hidden its tracks well, always maintaining a parallel course with mankind’s technological and cultural developments and expectations. Rather like mist, it shifts with the winds of man’s consciousness, obscuring its real nature and all too quickly evaporating when the light of reason or scientific tools are applied – only to condense once again when conditions are right for it to reform, in a way that can be assimilated within the culture it manifests. Today the abduction phenomenon has forced itself upon us, giving rise to countless victims to this otherworldly terror, rooted out by the 20th-century equivalents of medieval witch-finder generals – the abduction researchers – aided and abetted by a sensationalist media and eager public. Are we to expect that we are to achieve any sort of success in identifying the perpetrators of these cosmic crimes? Abductions have been occurring in various guises for hundreds of years, throughout mythology, and have often been the catalyst of religions. Are we expected to break through this curtain of smoke and mirrors now?
Despite its seemingly impenetrable nature of the Phenomenon and its effects on the belief systems of humanity – which I believe is an essential component of the phenomenon and its purpose – I do not think that we are never going to solve the true nature and origin of UFOs because I believe we can. Any real understanding of the phenomenon must encompass at least three stipulations: it must offer an adequate explanation for all the features encountered; it must not run counter to any established fact, and it must be predictive. All previous attempts at finding a satisfactory solution have failed in at least several aspects. These attempts are from either end of the spectrum: that one accepts either the reality of an extra-terrestrial agency visiting earth, or that one assumes that the subconscious mind can create a hallucinatory reality as the result of conflicts within the mind of a witness.
The UFO phenomenon is full of inconsistencies and paradoxes that are senseless if seen from the viewpoint of the ET hypothesis. There are simply too many close encounter reports, often involving different types of craft and occupants, bizarre communications and ghost-like qualities for these to be a real, physical visitation from another world. Individual witnesses present together often produce different descriptions than mere observational errors suggest. In other cases there has only been a single witness experiencing something, sometimes in a built-up area where one would expect a mass sighting. In other cases, a witness experiences an encounter at the same time as being observed by others who do not see anything. Yet in other cases the witnesses have the experience whilst in the bedroom asleep, or have their experiences suddenly retrieved by hypnotic regression.
Many of these experiences exhibit a dream-like quality in their manifestation and contents, with objects materialising and dematerialising, in a manner that physical objects operating in the physical universe could not possibly do. Occupants will emerge through the sides of crafts, rather than a door. Abductees are transported through walls without anyone seeing them. The interior of the crafts are sometimes bizarrely decked out or occupied by strange creatures and equipment (such as carpets!); witnesses do not seem to be able to remove artifacts from the crafts. Occupants will float in the air, appear ghost-like and leave no residues or artifacts behind. Objects make landings yet leave no traces that can be tested scientifically. These suggest that what we are dealing with is not objective, but subjective.
Yet the majority of these reports are genuine with witnesses relating something that they genuinely believe has happened to them. But we are dealing with a different reality that obeys different laws. Where we must depart from those explanations that suggest that UFO interactions are merely subjective imagery and derived from the murmurings of the subconscious mind, is the realisation that there is also a very real and external agency involved, one that has remained undetected or ignored throughout the history of the UFO myth. Yet it has been recognised and described throughout history as otherworldly intelligences, end even worshipped or feared in different cultures. Within different religious texts and occult works.
The UFO phenomenon is therefore merely the latest in line, a technological manifestation of archetypal imagery within which hides the intelligences behind it. There is more to the subjective imagery than that described by the debunkers. Carl Jung, in ‘Flying Saucers – A Modern Myth of Things Seen in the Sky”, on more than one occasion hinted at deeper reasons for the archetypal imagery because it seemed to take this hypothesis of archetypes beyond the theme of the collective unconscious. It seems as if there is another kind of intelligence within man’s psyche which produces these archetypal images – and that is the crux of the problem and, indeed, the solution to the final understanding of the UFO.
Ultimately, we are drawn to a conclusion that behind the UFO mystery lies a manipulative intelligence, and that this control system can manifest as aliens, angels and demons, faeries, monsters, the Virgin Mary and, in many cases, as human spirit guides. The one variable that seems to determine the content and behaviour of the manifestations would seem to be dependent upon the particular level of human acceptance. To be more specific the vast pool of archetypal imagery that encompasses the human collective unconsciousness determines its presentation, be that within a Christian context of a demonic possession or Vision of the Virgin Mary; or such as that of abduction by grey aliens. In each case neither agency involved is aware of any other scenario. The demon in a possession case never speaks of space ships or the need for genetic supplies. Each agency feeds off the realities of each particular human consciousness. These agencies act as we both expect and fear them.
Closer examination will show, however, remarkable similarities. Real demonic possession cases only account for a small percentage of reported demonic cases as do the unexplained UFO reports. The demonic intelligence behind a possession will often impart a sense of importance or a mission to the possessed, exactly as we find in the contactee side of ufology. There is, too, the archetypal conflict of ‘good’ and ‘evil’, exactly as we find demonstrated in much of the contactee scenarios, whilst the human victim often produces an impressive array of paranormal abilities whilst under the control of the demon. Many of the beliefs of contactees and abductees, allegedly passed on by the space brothers or abducting aliens, are reminiscent of beliefs held by those who are demonically possessed, passed on to them by their parasitic intelligences, such as the belief that an intellectual elite rules the world. Many of the physiological symptoms described by missionaries as “possession” are similar to those suffered by contactees and those who experience a close UFO encounter – unaccountable faints, nightmares, headaches, loss of memory, often accompanied by strange psychological and psychic events – visions, poltergeists, nocturnal visitations of apparitions ( described in medieval times as incubi and succubi).
Each category of intelligence seems to occupy its own defined world, totally ignorant of the existence of these other intelligences. And that is exactly the defining circumstances that separate the spectrum of intelligences. Each of the intelligences acts and appears only within the expectation and values of the culture within which it manifests. The determining controls are the individual packets of belief that make up the total human collective unconsciousness.
The group consciousness of mankind is that set of imagery and experience, expectations and emotion that make up the psychic life history and future expectations of the human race. Layers of belief and awareness, worship and fear has, over the thousands of years that mankind has evolved, developed a complexity of belief systems and levels of human emotional and psychic acceptability. Within the overall human unconsciousness there exists side by side, the world of the Christian and of the Muslim, of the primitive shaman, of the extraterrestrial believers and a host of innumerable group worlds, sometimes interacting to produce hybrid beliefs but usually remaining independent and powerful in their own right.
This is the region of the hidden mind, the vast reservoir of the human collective unconscious to which we are all indivisibly linked. The lowest levels are penetrable only through the use of, for example, hypnosis or the skills of the shaman or medium. This is the environment through which the mechanisms of the paranormal operate.
The collective unconsciousness is also the environment in which the intelligence that manifest as UFOs and aliens, faeries, demons and angels and spirits, can operate. The phenomenon of clairvoyance, telepathy, precognition and psychokinesis are used to link in with sections of humanity it wishes to influence, manipulating the subtle yet more powerful parts of man which are the emotional and archetypal centres.
The power of such controlled manipulation of these realms can be illustrated by the magical adepts who can create a mental three-dimensional object and then draw it into this reality in the form of an apport. Similar examples occur as apports that arrive unannounced in seance rooms where a physical medium is used to bring about physical manifestations.
So it is within the collective unconsciousness that one must look to for the source and nature of the UFO phenomenon. This is the environment of external intelligences that are of this earth and bought into existence by an alien creative source. The studies of researchers as Christian O’Brien and others have suggested that early human civilisations were founded by outsiders of advanced intellectual and spiritual calibre, whom the native cultures called ‘gods’. Ancient texts and myths offer evidence for this interaction that also included genetic manipulation of the aboriginal human species. For instance, Sumerian myths from the ancient Middle East describe these creator gods as the Anannage. In the Bible they are known as the Elohim, the Shining Ones. The Sumerian Kharsag Epics (amongst other ancient texts) describe the activities of the gods and their creation of mankind (lullu – a labouring creature) in ninth millennium Sumer. The Book of Enoch also gives an account of an order of beings known as the Watchers (egregoroi), who acted against the commands of the Archangels and Anannage (the rebellion of the angels) because they had wronged mankind in various ways. This may be a simplified version of events which in fact describe how the angels, or Watchers, had become contaminated by the baser instincts of mankind as they were indelibly linked in with mankind’s collective unconsciousness. The Anannage then destroyed the Watchers as suggested in the hypothesis, that is, the physical annilihation of the beings and the removal of their spiritual consciousnesses into spiritual or inter-dimensional realms.
Ultimately, when the ‘gods’ departed, the messengers of the gods, the angels, were physically destroyed and consigned to spiritual realms. Before their physical destruction they had acted as teachers and communicators between the ‘gods’ and mankind. Man could not differentiate between the ‘gods’ and ‘angels’, since both possessed divine form and abilities. From mythology and ancient sources it seems that they had been annihilated because of unauthorised interaction between them and man. It is possible that the ‘messengers’ or ‘angels’ had been corrupted by man’s consciousness, since the fusion of the physical animal part of man with the spiritual part was not working. The intermediaries, since they were designed to work with man, would have become gradually submerged with man’s instincts – which would tend to be baser and emotional. Certainly we have records suggesting that the process was not working and that the ‘rebellion of the angels’ and the ‘war in heaven’ saw the destruction of these beings from earth. But their spiritual essences were placed in spiritual realms where their functioning continued.
We could describe these beings, or angels or Watchers, as AIs, that is as “Artificial Intelligences”, because they were in effect artificial creations designed like computers with spiritual programming. It can also mean “Artificial Intermediaries” because these beings were designed to mediate between man and the gods, to oversee mankind and help him evolve, to act as messengers like those of the two ravens in Norse mythology who acted as the messengers for Odin. Their names when translated are ‘Thought’ and ‘Memory’, the two principle attributes of man’s consciousness. The computer terminology serves to place these beings outside the realm of religion and mythology, and help to characterise them as complex purposefully designed computer-spiritual creations. These AIs were beings of energy, functioning in a manner of a computer, modifying their programmes according to changes in man’s consciousness.
The AIs would have helped in constructing that consciousness with the purpose of guiding man’s evolution in a direction the original creators of humanity desired. Thus the AIs themselves would have contributed in modifying it, whilst undergoing changes as man’s thoughts and emotions developed. But, ultimately, mankind failed to develop in harmony with the divine plans and it was the animal instinct with its powerful drive of emotion and unbalanced individuality that gained the upper hand.
Throughout history it has been the AIs that have continued to propagate their programming, updating the beliefs and values of humanity and in turn being reprogrammed through man’s collective unconsciousness. They have been a primary driving force behind man’s development, both positively and negatively. Although their forms and behaviour have changed in accordance with prevailing cultural and technological changes of man, their role has remained constant.
Most of the detailed information about the angelic orders is derived from esoteric texts. There has always been a certain ambiguity between angels and demons. Prior to the third century AD angels had a dual nature, very dynamic and constantly evolving. Similarly, the faeries of the Middle Ages were actually large and malevolent entities, unlike the much later Victorian concepts of faeries. It is within pre-Christian traditions, however, that we find much evidence of the image of angels as intermediaries between God and man. Plutarch, in “on the Cessation of Oracles”, describes a family of “Daemons” who are intermediate between gods and men “and after a certain fashion bringing thought together and uniting in one society of both”. In Plato’s Symposium, Eros is described as “a great spirit (daemon), and like all spirits he is intermediate between the divine and the mortal”. Eros “interprets between gods and men… he is the mediator who spans the chasm which divides them, and therefore in him all is bound together, and through him the arts of the prophet and the priest, their sacrifices and charms, and all prophecy and incantation, find their way”. Then it is concluded that “These spirits or intermediate powers are many and diverse”.
Sceptics have argued that within UFO reports there is simply the collective unconsciouness behind the imagery of the alien. But it may be that what we are dealing with is an alien within the human collective unconsciousness. So we have the scenario of a hidden intelligence creating images and experiences from within the collective unconsciouness of human witnesses.
Alien abductions do not seem to represent what they appear to represent. Often we find that a UFO abduction is geared purely as a stage-managed display for the witness. Despite the reported emphasis on the manhandling activities of the aliens and the medical experimentation, it is the more covert and less obvious manipulation of the human mind that seems to lie at the heart of the experience. All sensations of fear and panic are quelled with speed and witnesses claim a sensation they describe as that of the contents of their minds being withdrawn, then replaced, sometimes with thoughts which are almost alien to themselves. With a contactee the emphasis of the alien experience seems to be on the process of motivation rather than confrontation.
The medical examinations carried out seem to serve no purpose which could not be easily achieved by far subtler means. Considering the obvious technical superiority displayed by the crafts and the aliens, the obvious disclosure of scars upon an abductee is odd. We can perform operations today which leave little scarring. Similarly, Japanese scientists have been able to raise goat foetuses inside artificial wombs, whilst test tube babies are a reality. Does this not tend to mock the supposed ‘alien’ beings who continue to remove reproductive material from abductees on a ceaseless scale, far more than what would be required for any sort of genetic programme?
The abductions on their own give a good example as to how the Phenomenon reflects humanity and its interactions. It is precisely because these AIs are self-functioning and mutable intelligences buried deep within the collective unconsciousness of mankind are so interwoven into the very essence of man that facets of man’s behaviour and thought will become manifested in some aspect of the Phenomenon.
Once the reality of an intelligence that is embedded with mankind’s consciousness is understood so the various inconsistencies and paradoxes that are encountered within the realms of ufology – and other areas of entity experiences- appear to make sense. We are thus dealing with a intelligence that is at once separate and distinct from mankind, yet on a very deep level is indissoluble from him. Hence the highly symbolic nature of many UFO encounters (and other entity experiences) and the intense emotional impact such an encounter has upon a witness. A witness to an encounter is literally exposed to the hidden depths of humanity, with all of its archetypal forms and historical emotions – the raw experiences that have accumulated since the development of the consciousness of Homo sapiens.
This is partly why there is such a wealth of mythological imagery within the UFO experience and why psycho-sociologists have a field day in dissecting components from the experience. Such studies that are undertaken ‘demonstrate’ that a ‘shared myth’ was experienced, the externalisation of a repressed desire or fear, or a derivation of a psychological hypothesis that remains unproven.
We are dealing with the totality of mankind and all that he has experienced and that he wants or fears to experience. What humanity projects into the collective unconsciousness has the effect of re-orientating the AI agencies within it. In so doing this is reflected back as a form of re-programming, which further reinforces and updates the parameters of acceptability of human consciousness.
These intelligences, linked to man on a mental and emotional level, are essentially what we would term as ‘spiritual beings’. They have posed as angels, demons, spirits, gods, apparitions, extraterrestrial aliens, etc, and through these forms have conditioned and motivated mankind throughout history by way of belief, indoctrination and revelation. They generally manifest as anthropomorphic entities because that is characteristic of mankind and how mankind sees itself. Thomas Aquinas said “Angels need an assumed body, not for themselves, but on our account”. These beings do not themselves evolve but they do reflect the totality of mankind.
Modern Western cultures find such encounters with entities difficult to conceive. Its world view does not allow for such experiences as it identifies the physical with the literal. We see the alien encounters as physical because we have not yet accepted the reality that we are both physical and psychic, and that the non-physical consciousness of us takes precedence. We are single beings with dual aspects, and these can differ according to the perspective we take. The UFO, as a “cosmic shaman”, appears in the appropriate archetype or symbol, to guide the individual and collective consciousness at times of initiation and transition. The AI in its role has the result of working alchemically upon the soul of mankind, working against and ultimately transforming the World Soul of humanity.
The AI, in using an archetype to manifest to a witness, thus appears at the confluence of spirit and matter. The AI is acting as the mediator, or messenger, between the conscious and unconscious, passing a vital message to the conscious self. The alien encounter, or entity experience, is the mechanism by which this intelligence is able to reflect back our own emotions and unconscious thoughts with a slingshot force – to remind us of our need for oneness and respect for the physical and spiritual worlds.
A very large number of people are in contact with these intelligences whether they appear as the Virgin Mary, Christ, Hindu gods or extraterrestrial aliens. Of the latter many believe that these beings come from other planets, and this is why these beings see the stars from a human perspective, naming constellations as their point of origin. That is why, too, various planets have fallen into disuse as places of origin as mankind gradually learns more about them and most people reject these worlds as supporting life.
The reason why there is so much nonsense and absurdity involved in the abductee and contactee encounters is because so much of the reported material is drawn from the human collective unconsciousness. That is why there is an abundance of science fiction motifs, especially so as science fiction is a creative activity where inspirational ideas that find their way into print and film can sometimes appear within a UFO encounter. This sort of ‘psychic parallelism’ suggests that fantasy and factual reality can coincide, so that the boundary between realities is blurred. The ‘Green Stone’ affair involving psychic quests, paranormal phenomena, psychic communications, UFO phenomena and the retrieval of physical artifacts in the English Midlands during the 1980s is a case in point. There are very close parallels between the fictional works by Stephen Donaldson centred on the adventures of Thomas Covenant that were written at the same time as the quests but before they were printed.
Within science fiction dying worlds are commonplace in alien invasion movies, as in ‘This Island Earth”, mirroring the experiences of abductees and contactees. An abductee in the 1954 movie ‘Killers from Space” has a strange scar and a missing memory of the alien encounter that caused it, years before the media market was saturated by writers such as Streiber and Hopkins. The mysterious impregnation of women and the subsequent birth of intelligent hybrid children is the theme of the 1960 film ‘Village of the Damned”. Brain implants are featured in the 1953 movie ‘Invaders from Mars”. The type of entities that feature so prominently in Hopkins work, for example, are identical with the creatures of the 1957 movie ‘Invasion of the Saucer Men,” whilst in ‘Earth vs the Flying Saucers” (1956) features an abduction in which thoughts are taken.
Psycho-sociologists have used such comparisons between science fiction and UFO reports to argue that abductions and the UFO phenomenon in general are products of culture; psychological traumas manifesting as experiences using material already within the subconscious of the individual. This is indeed a very shallow interpretation that fails to answer, amongst other things, the consistency of the experiences across cultures and time, from witness to witness. Indeed, medieval artists painted many scenes of the medieval concept of hell, using imagery that occurs today in abduction accounts. In Bosch’s paintings, for instance, demonic creatures abduct humans to hellish places, torturing them with instruments, performing seemingly medical experiments and even copulating with them!
Abductions are the latest manifestation of the Phenomenon, in a sense it is a forced contact. The intelligence behind it is now literally seizing us, the collective unconsciousness of humanity is attempting to communicate with us ideas and experiences that we, perhaps, may not wish to confront. Earlier encounters with space brothers bringing benevolent messages have been gradually superseded by such cosmic confrontations.
The despair, technological dehumanisation, deracination and ethnic conflict, spiritual decline and violence of mankind have seemingly evoked a response from the Phenomenon. The medical experiments are perhaps a symptom of how sick a species and how de-spiritualised we have become, cut off from our inner selves and consumed by materialism. The detached and methodical manner in which the aliens conduct their abductions is symptomatic of mankind’s consumptive and exploitative nature, his false ownership of both the Earth’s natural resources and of both beast and fellow man. This manifestation of the alien intruders mirrors the way that humanity subjects one another as fodder for abuse and exploitation. The aliens, as well as the other entities encountered, represent the shadows of ourselves, the projected images in the appropriate cultural and technological form that seem to represent our own cruelty, selfishness, violence and indifferences to ourselves as a species.
Alongside this dark aspect are also elements of a more positive symbol, the genetic manipulation and cross-breeding involved in some of the abductions, as well as within faery lore (the changeling myths, where a human baby is kidnapped by faeries and replaced by a faery imposter) can be recognised as a call to evolve to a higher state of consciousness, to sit alongside the gods and to become superhuman. But again, even here there are elements of manipulation for what can be seen as malevolent reasons. Today, with the preponderance of psychic channelling and the so-called “Star-Children”, the chosen who are guided by their “New Age” star beings, are expected to follow in the cosmic philosophy that they bring. All of this bears connotations of elitism and even racism taken to its extreme. No longer is humanity now divided by its skin colour, it is divided according to the belief as to whether one is a “superior” being from outside of the planet, or whether one is an “inferior” native of the Earth. The ultimate end of such philosophies are obvious, as seen in the Heaven’s Gate cult, or Nazism, for instance.
The typical greys are now almost the ultimate expression of the mechanised and soulless state of humanity, dominated by computers, leading lives devoid of real human contact. The greys mirror us – ageless, sexless, devoid of anything resembling human emotion, personality. They communicate telepathically, or through their eyes, the eye itself being the ultimate symbol of the human psyche, particularly of guilt and conscience. The aliens are literally ourselves, thus we are being confronted with our truly horrendous collective guilt and shame. These beings are literally our avenging angels.
The foetus-like nature that the grey aliens resembles are almost representative of the perfection of mankind, the innocence of humanity. The hybrid beings produced from alien and human captive are symbolic of the soul of humanity, confronting us with our worst nightmares. The aftermath of an abduction is testament to this horrific confrontation and bears similarities with the Near Death Experience. Several post-abduction experiences that are reported include an increased appreciation of life, greater self-acceptance, deeper concern for others, and an increased level of concern with social and planetary issues.
The AIs were essentially brought into being by an all-encompassing creative consciousness at the time that man was being genetically changed from a primitive ape-like being to becoming an evolved Homo sapiens. They were created to measure and monitor man and his thoughts and emotions. These beings were the angels that walked with man in the beginning. Their continued existence as spiritual beings in non-physical dimensions has ensured that the powerful link that these intelligences have with mankind remain constant. Mankind has sought out these beings and they have responded by manifesting according to his wishes and expectations. Like a computer programme these AIs are updated by man’s collective unconsciousness.
The intelligence behind the UFO and abduction experience, the AI, is so deeply buried within the mask of man’s collective unconsciousness, that we can only understand it when we have finally come to grips with the mind of man. The aliens of today are the embodiment of the experiences and emotions of mankind. The powers of the AIs are as wielders of a magical technology, holding the position of judge and executioner of divine authority over mankind.
The response to an alien confrontation is that of fear. When one takes into consideration the fact that the AI is the reflection of the totality of man, it is not surprising to see witnesses overcome by fear at the enormity of their close encounter, for they have literally been staring into the very eyes of humanity, the collective pain of humanity.
UFOs, in the majority of cases, behave like agents of chaos. The AI is the instrument in reflecting back the fundamental elements of humanity, its crimes against itself and against nature. In some scenarios organs have apparently been removed and replaced. Sometimes the body is completely ripped apart and put back together again. Limbs and heads are pulled and squeezed by the aliens. Abductees are subjugated to rape, castration, impregnation, abortions, choking, drowning, freezing, bleeding, temporary blindness, being stripped, their brains scrambled, and being confronted with their personal phobias. Such experiences are also described by shamans who undergo initiation rites which involve being physically destroyed and recreated anew, or in having limbs torn off and being replaced. Initiations such as these have the effect of destroying the rational ego’s literalistic perspective and to show that physical death is not literal death, that the Otherworld is more powerful than the physical world. The abductions are in a sense de-literalising ourselves since no other culture believes as rigidly in the literal reality of our physical reality as our modern Western culture does.
Such initiatory experiences are symbolic of the rebirth of the shaman as a spiritual being, who has transcended the barrier between the physical world and the magical spiritual world inhabited by gods and spirits. Indeed, the experiences are usually conducted by the shaman’s gods, spirits or demonic monsters – a cosmic shaman. This facilitates answers to all kinds of life questions. The shaman’s role is to act as a messenger, or intermediary, between beings in the spiritual worlds and his own earthly community or tribe. Like the Near Death Experience and the alien abduction, both experiences seem to illuminate the individual in a very powerful way. The NDE is very similar to a shamanic astral journey or indeed an abduction in some scenarios. Kenneth Ring wrote of the NDE that “You wish you could talk about it, but who could understand, even if you found words adequate to describe it?”.
The modern Western abduction experiences are essentially reflections of what man has done to others and to other species on this planet. One has only to reflect upon mass mechanised factory farming or the horrors of two world wars, or indeed, the horrors of the Nazi and Communist death camps, to realise the enormity of this fact.
Man has particular basic primeval fears, such as the dissolution of mind and body, of being destroyed, mutilation, castration, isolation or abandonment, or inability to control one’s body. The dramas that are evoked amongst abductee accounts utilise the basic elements of such fears – chase, capture, torture, catastrophe, eerie background fears such as fog or silence.
Today, the greys have taken some of the traditional features of the faeries and hybridised them into a modern form – over-cultured, over-controlled, mechanised. The soullessness of them can be equated to the loss of emotional responsiveness, as Western society in particular undergoes a trend that involves mass consumerism, coldly efficient and mechanical, relying on impersonal technology; fragmentation of communities due to globalism, industrialisation and multiracialism. The greys represent Anti-Life, their small mouths and lack of external sex organs coldly conveys that meaning.
The abduction experience is in fact mirroring the human shadow, magnifying our cruelty and indifference. The darkness that we inherently see in an abduction is the darkness within the soul of mankind itself. Perhaps the display of terror and darkness is that part of the AI that is there to make humanity conform. The interplay of light and dark is the principle feature of the alien contact experience, the mingling of angelic and demonic in its literal sense because humanity’s collective has both. There are also elements of the AI too which encroach upon the experience since the AI is, after all, also an intermediary of the gods too, and thus elements of exotic, or alien, features will occur.
The predominant colour of the greys is highly indicative of the ‘greyness’ of humanity, as racial types begin to blend with one another so that racial types gradually disappear and submerge themselves into one common mass of deracinated and rootless cosmopolitan humanity. The aliens’ obsessive interest in genetics and hybrid babies also suggests that another agenda is at issue here, involving the racial engineering of mankind, again reflecting the direction that humanity is moving towards as globalism and multiracialism drives the motor. Are the greys showing us how we will progress and look like in the future? Are they showing us a choice as to how we wish to progress or regress? Why are the aliens so interested in our genetics and our breeding patterns? What is the future of mankind? Then take a look at the AIs and what they are telling us.
The AI, as an intelligent form, with its domain within the collective unconsciousness of mankind, can occupy all manner of belief systems. The AI that occupies one belief system will be singularly unaware of another belief system, unless it is reprogrammed. That is why one can still hear of faery encounters, of demonic possessions, of shamanic interactions with the spirit world, and the ritual occult magician evoking an ancient god form or demonic entity. The evidence seems to point strongly at an intra-dimensional origin of the UFO phenomenon, as well as of faeries, demons, spirits, and so on. The AI will take from the wardrobe of the witnesses mind those elements that convey a symbolic or archetypal form best suited for the manifestation for it to be meaningful.
It has to mould itself into the acceptance levels of the witness, the world view, for it to be able to superimpose itself to conform to the witness’s beliefs. This phenomenon is able to transmogrify itself from out of the witnesses beliefs and cultural awareness, yet it outside of the witness. The AI is both manipulative and guiding, an intelligence that is a part of mankind yet existing outside of him, inhabiting that part of him that is so clear yet so hidden, a symbiotic relationship. It is elusive and buried within humanity’s consciousness like an iceberg, with only a small part of itself posing above the sea, yet its true identity and extent remains beneath, hidden from view and denied by those who only see the floating part.
The AI remains that part of us that has always existed but has been denied to us because we have not had eyes to see. Within the sea of consciousness that surrounds the islands of humanity, sweeping up upon its shores the flotsam of mythology and beliefs, there lie the scattered remnants of human, and AI, experiences, that serve to manipulate and guide humanity. If we testify to the existence and power of the AI we will be free to evolve higher using the AI as our guides and mentors, not the masters and manipulators as of old.
That choice is ours.
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Armed with this world-view, my projector slides visually describing Shelagh's MIB encounter. With Clive I planned and booked my talk at Sheffield in 1992.
The following is lengthy, but I think it really does what I have experienced, some justice and brings sharp focus some of the reality as I now understand it. This isn't to say I am completely right, perhaps way off the mark in some respects.
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Since the first publicised sightings of what are today known as UFOs were made back in 1947, the study of UFOs has made little progress. Shifting from one point of view to another, but never really making any progress in understanding the phenomenon the core of which seems to represent structured craft, alien encounters and abductions, “alien” messages and bizarre interactions with what we label as “extra-terrestrial”.
Despite years of research and debate, proponents do battle with one another, not only over the very existence of the phenomenon, but also as to what they may or may not represent. We have the sceptics on one hand who have a tendency to dismiss all reports or consign them to an area marked ‘psychological’; a convenient vehicle with which to deal more easily with experiences that defy all rational explanations and scientific laws. On the other hand, we have believers who tend to accept without question the existence of UFOs and the rag-bag of beliefs that go with it. All reports are believed, rationality is suspended and assumptions that we are dealing with a variety of alien, demonic, angelic or divine entities involved in the wide range of encounter experiences spread across the globe and throughout history are common place. These assumptions have taken over and corrupted serious investigation of the phenomenon, except for a few independent stalwarts. It has ensured that not only do we remain kept in the dark about the true nature of the phenomenon, but, just as importantly, few outside the closeted world of ufology have taken the subject seriously.
Alternatively, why should we believe the UFO Phenomenon is amenable to a solution? After all, the Phenomenon has been manifesting in our skies for hundreds, if not thousands, of years. Are we any nearer an answer? Are we capable of solving it? Do we really want to? Safe in the security of our belief systems and present day values, many are content in seeing them as a mystery which has nothing to do with their lives, whilst others prefer to see them as symbolic of a mystery that has, to all purposes, replaced a lost religion with a plastic spirituality. Are they not simply projecting their own present day technological and cultural viewpoint on to a phenomenon that, by its very nature, has been able to evade definition throughout time and has seemingly manifested in a variety of guises – airships, foo fighters, ghost rockets and aeroplanes – to spaceships; their occupants ranging from demons, angels, and faeries, to extra-terrestrials? Encounters with extraterrestrial beings seem to range from tall blond Nordic types to small grey foetus-like beings, monsters, imps, faery-like entities and ghost-like apparitions. Meanwhile, the home planets of these entities are as diverse as their actual appearances. Earth is, seemingly, a multi-species community!
When one begins to look at the entire spectrum and how witnesses perceive the phenomenon, one begins to feel uneasy and suspicious about not only the beliefs and intentions of some of the people studying it, but also as to its exact origin and nature. The phenomenon has hidden its tracks well, always maintaining a parallel course with mankind’s technological and cultural developments and expectations. Rather like mist, it shifts with the winds of man’s consciousness, obscuring its real nature and all too quickly evaporating when the light of reason or scientific tools are applied – only to condense once again when conditions are right for it to reform, in a way that can be assimilated within the culture it manifests. Today the abduction phenomenon has forced itself upon us, giving rise to countless victims to this otherworldly terror, rooted out by the 20th-century equivalents of medieval witch-finder generals – the abduction researchers – aided and abetted by a sensationalist media and eager public. Are we to expect that we are to achieve any sort of success in identifying the perpetrators of these cosmic crimes? Abductions have been occurring in various guises for hundreds of years, throughout mythology, and have often been the catalyst of religions. Are we expected to break through this curtain of smoke and mirrors now?
Despite its seemingly impenetrable nature of the Phenomenon and its effects on the belief systems of humanity – which I believe is an essential component of the phenomenon and its purpose – I do not think that we are never going to solve the true nature and origin of UFOs because I believe we can. Any real understanding of the phenomenon must encompass at least three stipulations: it must offer an adequate explanation for all the features encountered; it must not run counter to any established fact, and it must be predictive. All previous attempts at finding a satisfactory solution have failed in at least several aspects. These attempts are from either end of the spectrum: that one accepts either the reality of an extra-terrestrial agency visiting earth, or that one assumes that the subconscious mind can create a hallucinatory reality as the result of conflicts within the mind of a witness.
The UFO phenomenon is full of inconsistencies and paradoxes that are senseless if seen from the viewpoint of the ET hypothesis. There are simply too many close encounter reports, often involving different types of craft and occupants, bizarre communications and ghost-like qualities for these to be a real, physical visitation from another world. Individual witnesses present together often produce different descriptions than mere observational errors suggest. In other cases there has only been a single witness experiencing something, sometimes in a built-up area where one would expect a mass sighting. In other cases, a witness experiences an encounter at the same time as being observed by others who do not see anything. Yet in other cases the witnesses have the experience whilst in the bedroom asleep, or have their experiences suddenly retrieved by hypnotic regression.
Many of these experiences exhibit a dream-like quality in their manifestation and contents, with objects materialising and dematerialising, in a manner that physical objects operating in the physical universe could not possibly do. Occupants will emerge through the sides of crafts, rather than a door. Abductees are transported through walls without anyone seeing them. The interior of the crafts are sometimes bizarrely decked out or occupied by strange creatures and equipment (such as carpets!); witnesses do not seem to be able to remove artifacts from the crafts. Occupants will float in the air, appear ghost-like and leave no residues or artifacts behind. Objects make landings yet leave no traces that can be tested scientifically. These suggest that what we are dealing with is not objective, but subjective.
Yet the majority of these reports are genuine with witnesses relating something that they genuinely believe has happened to them. But we are dealing with a different reality that obeys different laws. Where we must depart from those explanations that suggest that UFO interactions are merely subjective imagery and derived from the murmurings of the subconscious mind, is the realisation that there is also a very real and external agency involved, one that has remained undetected or ignored throughout the history of the UFO myth. Yet it has been recognised and described throughout history as otherworldly intelligences, end even worshipped or feared in different cultures. Within different religious texts and occult works.
The UFO phenomenon is therefore merely the latest in line, a technological manifestation of archetypal imagery within which hides the intelligences behind it. There is more to the subjective imagery than that described by the debunkers. Carl Jung, in ‘Flying Saucers – A Modern Myth of Things Seen in the Sky”, on more than one occasion hinted at deeper reasons for the archetypal imagery because it seemed to take this hypothesis of archetypes beyond the theme of the collective unconscious. It seems as if there is another kind of intelligence within man’s psyche which produces these archetypal images – and that is the crux of the problem and, indeed, the solution to the final understanding of the UFO.
Ultimately, we are drawn to a conclusion that behind the UFO mystery lies a manipulative intelligence, and that this control system can manifest as aliens, angels and demons, faeries, monsters, the Virgin Mary and, in many cases, as human spirit guides. The one variable that seems to determine the content and behaviour of the manifestations would seem to be dependent upon the particular level of human acceptance. To be more specific the vast pool of archetypal imagery that encompasses the human collective unconsciousness determines its presentation, be that within a Christian context of a demonic possession or Vision of the Virgin Mary; or such as that of abduction by grey aliens. In each case neither agency involved is aware of any other scenario. The demon in a possession case never speaks of space ships or the need for genetic supplies. Each agency feeds off the realities of each particular human consciousness. These agencies act as we both expect and fear them.
Closer examination will show, however, remarkable similarities. Real demonic possession cases only account for a small percentage of reported demonic cases as do the unexplained UFO reports. The demonic intelligence behind a possession will often impart a sense of importance or a mission to the possessed, exactly as we find in the contactee side of ufology. There is, too, the archetypal conflict of ‘good’ and ‘evil’, exactly as we find demonstrated in much of the contactee scenarios, whilst the human victim often produces an impressive array of paranormal abilities whilst under the control of the demon. Many of the beliefs of contactees and abductees, allegedly passed on by the space brothers or abducting aliens, are reminiscent of beliefs held by those who are demonically possessed, passed on to them by their parasitic intelligences, such as the belief that an intellectual elite rules the world. Many of the physiological symptoms described by missionaries as “possession” are similar to those suffered by contactees and those who experience a close UFO encounter – unaccountable faints, nightmares, headaches, loss of memory, often accompanied by strange psychological and psychic events – visions, poltergeists, nocturnal visitations of apparitions ( described in medieval times as incubi and succubi).
Each category of intelligence seems to occupy its own defined world, totally ignorant of the existence of these other intelligences. And that is exactly the defining circumstances that separate the spectrum of intelligences. Each of the intelligences acts and appears only within the expectation and values of the culture within which it manifests. The determining controls are the individual packets of belief that make up the total human collective unconsciousness.
The group consciousness of mankind is that set of imagery and experience, expectations and emotion that make up the psychic life history and future expectations of the human race. Layers of belief and awareness, worship and fear has, over the thousands of years that mankind has evolved, developed a complexity of belief systems and levels of human emotional and psychic acceptability. Within the overall human unconsciousness there exists side by side, the world of the Christian and of the Muslim, of the primitive shaman, of the extraterrestrial believers and a host of innumerable group worlds, sometimes interacting to produce hybrid beliefs but usually remaining independent and powerful in their own right.
This is the region of the hidden mind, the vast reservoir of the human collective unconscious to which we are all indivisibly linked. The lowest levels are penetrable only through the use of, for example, hypnosis or the skills of the shaman or medium. This is the environment through which the mechanisms of the paranormal operate.
The collective unconsciousness is also the environment in which the intelligence that manifest as UFOs and aliens, faeries, demons and angels and spirits, can operate. The phenomenon of clairvoyance, telepathy, precognition and psychokinesis are used to link in with sections of humanity it wishes to influence, manipulating the subtle yet more powerful parts of man which are the emotional and archetypal centres.
The power of such controlled manipulation of these realms can be illustrated by the magical adepts who can create a mental three-dimensional object and then draw it into this reality in the form of an apport. Similar examples occur as apports that arrive unannounced in seance rooms where a physical medium is used to bring about physical manifestations.
So it is within the collective unconsciousness that one must look to for the source and nature of the UFO phenomenon. This is the environment of external intelligences that are of this earth and bought into existence by an alien creative source. The studies of researchers as Christian O’Brien and others have suggested that early human civilisations were founded by outsiders of advanced intellectual and spiritual calibre, whom the native cultures called ‘gods’. Ancient texts and myths offer evidence for this interaction that also included genetic manipulation of the aboriginal human species. For instance, Sumerian myths from the ancient Middle East describe these creator gods as the Anannage. In the Bible they are known as the Elohim, the Shining Ones. The Sumerian Kharsag Epics (amongst other ancient texts) describe the activities of the gods and their creation of mankind (lullu – a labouring creature) in ninth millennium Sumer. The Book of Enoch also gives an account of an order of beings known as the Watchers (egregoroi), who acted against the commands of the Archangels and Anannage (the rebellion of the angels) because they had wronged mankind in various ways. This may be a simplified version of events which in fact describe how the angels, or Watchers, had become contaminated by the baser instincts of mankind as they were indelibly linked in with mankind’s collective unconsciousness. The Anannage then destroyed the Watchers as suggested in the hypothesis, that is, the physical annilihation of the beings and the removal of their spiritual consciousnesses into spiritual or inter-dimensional realms.
Ultimately, when the ‘gods’ departed, the messengers of the gods, the angels, were physically destroyed and consigned to spiritual realms. Before their physical destruction they had acted as teachers and communicators between the ‘gods’ and mankind. Man could not differentiate between the ‘gods’ and ‘angels’, since both possessed divine form and abilities. From mythology and ancient sources it seems that they had been annihilated because of unauthorised interaction between them and man. It is possible that the ‘messengers’ or ‘angels’ had been corrupted by man’s consciousness, since the fusion of the physical animal part of man with the spiritual part was not working. The intermediaries, since they were designed to work with man, would have become gradually submerged with man’s instincts – which would tend to be baser and emotional. Certainly we have records suggesting that the process was not working and that the ‘rebellion of the angels’ and the ‘war in heaven’ saw the destruction of these beings from earth. But their spiritual essences were placed in spiritual realms where their functioning continued.
We could describe these beings, or angels or Watchers, as AIs, that is as “Artificial Intelligences”, because they were in effect artificial creations designed like computers with spiritual programming. It can also mean “Artificial Intermediaries” because these beings were designed to mediate between man and the gods, to oversee mankind and help him evolve, to act as messengers like those of the two ravens in Norse mythology who acted as the messengers for Odin. Their names when translated are ‘Thought’ and ‘Memory’, the two principle attributes of man’s consciousness. The computer terminology serves to place these beings outside the realm of religion and mythology, and help to characterise them as complex purposefully designed computer-spiritual creations. These AIs were beings of energy, functioning in a manner of a computer, modifying their programmes according to changes in man’s consciousness.
The AIs would have helped in constructing that consciousness with the purpose of guiding man’s evolution in a direction the original creators of humanity desired. Thus the AIs themselves would have contributed in modifying it, whilst undergoing changes as man’s thoughts and emotions developed. But, ultimately, mankind failed to develop in harmony with the divine plans and it was the animal instinct with its powerful drive of emotion and unbalanced individuality that gained the upper hand.
Throughout history it has been the AIs that have continued to propagate their programming, updating the beliefs and values of humanity and in turn being reprogrammed through man’s collective unconsciousness. They have been a primary driving force behind man’s development, both positively and negatively. Although their forms and behaviour have changed in accordance with prevailing cultural and technological changes of man, their role has remained constant.
Most of the detailed information about the angelic orders is derived from esoteric texts. There has always been a certain ambiguity between angels and demons. Prior to the third century AD angels had a dual nature, very dynamic and constantly evolving. Similarly, the faeries of the Middle Ages were actually large and malevolent entities, unlike the much later Victorian concepts of faeries. It is within pre-Christian traditions, however, that we find much evidence of the image of angels as intermediaries between God and man. Plutarch, in “on the Cessation of Oracles”, describes a family of “Daemons” who are intermediate between gods and men “and after a certain fashion bringing thought together and uniting in one society of both”. In Plato’s Symposium, Eros is described as “a great spirit (daemon), and like all spirits he is intermediate between the divine and the mortal”. Eros “interprets between gods and men… he is the mediator who spans the chasm which divides them, and therefore in him all is bound together, and through him the arts of the prophet and the priest, their sacrifices and charms, and all prophecy and incantation, find their way”. Then it is concluded that “These spirits or intermediate powers are many and diverse”.
Sceptics have argued that within UFO reports there is simply the collective unconsciouness behind the imagery of the alien. But it may be that what we are dealing with is an alien within the human collective unconsciousness. So we have the scenario of a hidden intelligence creating images and experiences from within the collective unconsciouness of human witnesses.
Alien abductions do not seem to represent what they appear to represent. Often we find that a UFO abduction is geared purely as a stage-managed display for the witness. Despite the reported emphasis on the manhandling activities of the aliens and the medical experimentation, it is the more covert and less obvious manipulation of the human mind that seems to lie at the heart of the experience. All sensations of fear and panic are quelled with speed and witnesses claim a sensation they describe as that of the contents of their minds being withdrawn, then replaced, sometimes with thoughts which are almost alien to themselves. With a contactee the emphasis of the alien experience seems to be on the process of motivation rather than confrontation.
The medical examinations carried out seem to serve no purpose which could not be easily achieved by far subtler means. Considering the obvious technical superiority displayed by the crafts and the aliens, the obvious disclosure of scars upon an abductee is odd. We can perform operations today which leave little scarring. Similarly, Japanese scientists have been able to raise goat foetuses inside artificial wombs, whilst test tube babies are a reality. Does this not tend to mock the supposed ‘alien’ beings who continue to remove reproductive material from abductees on a ceaseless scale, far more than what would be required for any sort of genetic programme?
The abductions on their own give a good example as to how the Phenomenon reflects humanity and its interactions. It is precisely because these AIs are self-functioning and mutable intelligences buried deep within the collective unconsciousness of mankind are so interwoven into the very essence of man that facets of man’s behaviour and thought will become manifested in some aspect of the Phenomenon.
Once the reality of an intelligence that is embedded with mankind’s consciousness is understood so the various inconsistencies and paradoxes that are encountered within the realms of ufology – and other areas of entity experiences- appear to make sense. We are thus dealing with a intelligence that is at once separate and distinct from mankind, yet on a very deep level is indissoluble from him. Hence the highly symbolic nature of many UFO encounters (and other entity experiences) and the intense emotional impact such an encounter has upon a witness. A witness to an encounter is literally exposed to the hidden depths of humanity, with all of its archetypal forms and historical emotions – the raw experiences that have accumulated since the development of the consciousness of Homo sapiens.
This is partly why there is such a wealth of mythological imagery within the UFO experience and why psycho-sociologists have a field day in dissecting components from the experience. Such studies that are undertaken ‘demonstrate’ that a ‘shared myth’ was experienced, the externalisation of a repressed desire or fear, or a derivation of a psychological hypothesis that remains unproven.
We are dealing with the totality of mankind and all that he has experienced and that he wants or fears to experience. What humanity projects into the collective unconsciousness has the effect of re-orientating the AI agencies within it. In so doing this is reflected back as a form of re-programming, which further reinforces and updates the parameters of acceptability of human consciousness.
These intelligences, linked to man on a mental and emotional level, are essentially what we would term as ‘spiritual beings’. They have posed as angels, demons, spirits, gods, apparitions, extraterrestrial aliens, etc, and through these forms have conditioned and motivated mankind throughout history by way of belief, indoctrination and revelation. They generally manifest as anthropomorphic entities because that is characteristic of mankind and how mankind sees itself. Thomas Aquinas said “Angels need an assumed body, not for themselves, but on our account”. These beings do not themselves evolve but they do reflect the totality of mankind.
Modern Western cultures find such encounters with entities difficult to conceive. Its world view does not allow for such experiences as it identifies the physical with the literal. We see the alien encounters as physical because we have not yet accepted the reality that we are both physical and psychic, and that the non-physical consciousness of us takes precedence. We are single beings with dual aspects, and these can differ according to the perspective we take. The UFO, as a “cosmic shaman”, appears in the appropriate archetype or symbol, to guide the individual and collective consciousness at times of initiation and transition. The AI in its role has the result of working alchemically upon the soul of mankind, working against and ultimately transforming the World Soul of humanity.
The AI, in using an archetype to manifest to a witness, thus appears at the confluence of spirit and matter. The AI is acting as the mediator, or messenger, between the conscious and unconscious, passing a vital message to the conscious self. The alien encounter, or entity experience, is the mechanism by which this intelligence is able to reflect back our own emotions and unconscious thoughts with a slingshot force – to remind us of our need for oneness and respect for the physical and spiritual worlds.
A very large number of people are in contact with these intelligences whether they appear as the Virgin Mary, Christ, Hindu gods or extraterrestrial aliens. Of the latter many believe that these beings come from other planets, and this is why these beings see the stars from a human perspective, naming constellations as their point of origin. That is why, too, various planets have fallen into disuse as places of origin as mankind gradually learns more about them and most people reject these worlds as supporting life.
The reason why there is so much nonsense and absurdity involved in the abductee and contactee encounters is because so much of the reported material is drawn from the human collective unconsciousness. That is why there is an abundance of science fiction motifs, especially so as science fiction is a creative activity where inspirational ideas that find their way into print and film can sometimes appear within a UFO encounter. This sort of ‘psychic parallelism’ suggests that fantasy and factual reality can coincide, so that the boundary between realities is blurred. The ‘Green Stone’ affair involving psychic quests, paranormal phenomena, psychic communications, UFO phenomena and the retrieval of physical artifacts in the English Midlands during the 1980s is a case in point. There are very close parallels between the fictional works by Stephen Donaldson centred on the adventures of Thomas Covenant that were written at the same time as the quests but before they were printed.
Within science fiction dying worlds are commonplace in alien invasion movies, as in ‘This Island Earth”, mirroring the experiences of abductees and contactees. An abductee in the 1954 movie ‘Killers from Space” has a strange scar and a missing memory of the alien encounter that caused it, years before the media market was saturated by writers such as Streiber and Hopkins. The mysterious impregnation of women and the subsequent birth of intelligent hybrid children is the theme of the 1960 film ‘Village of the Damned”. Brain implants are featured in the 1953 movie ‘Invaders from Mars”. The type of entities that feature so prominently in Hopkins work, for example, are identical with the creatures of the 1957 movie ‘Invasion of the Saucer Men,” whilst in ‘Earth vs the Flying Saucers” (1956) features an abduction in which thoughts are taken.
Psycho-sociologists have used such comparisons between science fiction and UFO reports to argue that abductions and the UFO phenomenon in general are products of culture; psychological traumas manifesting as experiences using material already within the subconscious of the individual. This is indeed a very shallow interpretation that fails to answer, amongst other things, the consistency of the experiences across cultures and time, from witness to witness. Indeed, medieval artists painted many scenes of the medieval concept of hell, using imagery that occurs today in abduction accounts. In Bosch’s paintings, for instance, demonic creatures abduct humans to hellish places, torturing them with instruments, performing seemingly medical experiments and even copulating with them!
Abductions are the latest manifestation of the Phenomenon, in a sense it is a forced contact. The intelligence behind it is now literally seizing us, the collective unconsciousness of humanity is attempting to communicate with us ideas and experiences that we, perhaps, may not wish to confront. Earlier encounters with space brothers bringing benevolent messages have been gradually superseded by such cosmic confrontations.
The despair, technological dehumanisation, deracination and ethnic conflict, spiritual decline and violence of mankind have seemingly evoked a response from the Phenomenon. The medical experiments are perhaps a symptom of how sick a species and how de-spiritualised we have become, cut off from our inner selves and consumed by materialism. The detached and methodical manner in which the aliens conduct their abductions is symptomatic of mankind’s consumptive and exploitative nature, his false ownership of both the Earth’s natural resources and of both beast and fellow man. This manifestation of the alien intruders mirrors the way that humanity subjects one another as fodder for abuse and exploitation. The aliens, as well as the other entities encountered, represent the shadows of ourselves, the projected images in the appropriate cultural and technological form that seem to represent our own cruelty, selfishness, violence and indifferences to ourselves as a species.
Alongside this dark aspect are also elements of a more positive symbol, the genetic manipulation and cross-breeding involved in some of the abductions, as well as within faery lore (the changeling myths, where a human baby is kidnapped by faeries and replaced by a faery imposter) can be recognised as a call to evolve to a higher state of consciousness, to sit alongside the gods and to become superhuman. But again, even here there are elements of manipulation for what can be seen as malevolent reasons. Today, with the preponderance of psychic channelling and the so-called “Star-Children”, the chosen who are guided by their “New Age” star beings, are expected to follow in the cosmic philosophy that they bring. All of this bears connotations of elitism and even racism taken to its extreme. No longer is humanity now divided by its skin colour, it is divided according to the belief as to whether one is a “superior” being from outside of the planet, or whether one is an “inferior” native of the Earth. The ultimate end of such philosophies are obvious, as seen in the Heaven’s Gate cult, or Nazism, for instance.
The typical greys are now almost the ultimate expression of the mechanised and soulless state of humanity, dominated by computers, leading lives devoid of real human contact. The greys mirror us – ageless, sexless, devoid of anything resembling human emotion, personality. They communicate telepathically, or through their eyes, the eye itself being the ultimate symbol of the human psyche, particularly of guilt and conscience. The aliens are literally ourselves, thus we are being confronted with our truly horrendous collective guilt and shame. These beings are literally our avenging angels.
The foetus-like nature that the grey aliens resembles are almost representative of the perfection of mankind, the innocence of humanity. The hybrid beings produced from alien and human captive are symbolic of the soul of humanity, confronting us with our worst nightmares. The aftermath of an abduction is testament to this horrific confrontation and bears similarities with the Near Death Experience. Several post-abduction experiences that are reported include an increased appreciation of life, greater self-acceptance, deeper concern for others, and an increased level of concern with social and planetary issues.
The AIs were essentially brought into being by an all-encompassing creative consciousness at the time that man was being genetically changed from a primitive ape-like being to becoming an evolved Homo sapiens. They were created to measure and monitor man and his thoughts and emotions. These beings were the angels that walked with man in the beginning. Their continued existence as spiritual beings in non-physical dimensions has ensured that the powerful link that these intelligences have with mankind remain constant. Mankind has sought out these beings and they have responded by manifesting according to his wishes and expectations. Like a computer programme these AIs are updated by man’s collective unconsciousness.
The intelligence behind the UFO and abduction experience, the AI, is so deeply buried within the mask of man’s collective unconsciousness, that we can only understand it when we have finally come to grips with the mind of man. The aliens of today are the embodiment of the experiences and emotions of mankind. The powers of the AIs are as wielders of a magical technology, holding the position of judge and executioner of divine authority over mankind.
The response to an alien confrontation is that of fear. When one takes into consideration the fact that the AI is the reflection of the totality of man, it is not surprising to see witnesses overcome by fear at the enormity of their close encounter, for they have literally been staring into the very eyes of humanity, the collective pain of humanity.
UFOs, in the majority of cases, behave like agents of chaos. The AI is the instrument in reflecting back the fundamental elements of humanity, its crimes against itself and against nature. In some scenarios organs have apparently been removed and replaced. Sometimes the body is completely ripped apart and put back together again. Limbs and heads are pulled and squeezed by the aliens. Abductees are subjugated to rape, castration, impregnation, abortions, choking, drowning, freezing, bleeding, temporary blindness, being stripped, their brains scrambled, and being confronted with their personal phobias. Such experiences are also described by shamans who undergo initiation rites which involve being physically destroyed and recreated anew, or in having limbs torn off and being replaced. Initiations such as these have the effect of destroying the rational ego’s literalistic perspective and to show that physical death is not literal death, that the Otherworld is more powerful than the physical world. The abductions are in a sense de-literalising ourselves since no other culture believes as rigidly in the literal reality of our physical reality as our modern Western culture does.
Such initiatory experiences are symbolic of the rebirth of the shaman as a spiritual being, who has transcended the barrier between the physical world and the magical spiritual world inhabited by gods and spirits. Indeed, the experiences are usually conducted by the shaman’s gods, spirits or demonic monsters – a cosmic shaman. This facilitates answers to all kinds of life questions. The shaman’s role is to act as a messenger, or intermediary, between beings in the spiritual worlds and his own earthly community or tribe. Like the Near Death Experience and the alien abduction, both experiences seem to illuminate the individual in a very powerful way. The NDE is very similar to a shamanic astral journey or indeed an abduction in some scenarios. Kenneth Ring wrote of the NDE that “You wish you could talk about it, but who could understand, even if you found words adequate to describe it?”.
The modern Western abduction experiences are essentially reflections of what man has done to others and to other species on this planet. One has only to reflect upon mass mechanised factory farming or the horrors of two world wars, or indeed, the horrors of the Nazi and Communist death camps, to realise the enormity of this fact.
Man has particular basic primeval fears, such as the dissolution of mind and body, of being destroyed, mutilation, castration, isolation or abandonment, or inability to control one’s body. The dramas that are evoked amongst abductee accounts utilise the basic elements of such fears – chase, capture, torture, catastrophe, eerie background fears such as fog or silence.
Today, the greys have taken some of the traditional features of the faeries and hybridised them into a modern form – over-cultured, over-controlled, mechanised. The soullessness of them can be equated to the loss of emotional responsiveness, as Western society in particular undergoes a trend that involves mass consumerism, coldly efficient and mechanical, relying on impersonal technology; fragmentation of communities due to globalism, industrialisation and multiracialism. The greys represent Anti-Life, their small mouths and lack of external sex organs coldly conveys that meaning.
The abduction experience is in fact mirroring the human shadow, magnifying our cruelty and indifference. The darkness that we inherently see in an abduction is the darkness within the soul of mankind itself. Perhaps the display of terror and darkness is that part of the AI that is there to make humanity conform. The interplay of light and dark is the principle feature of the alien contact experience, the mingling of angelic and demonic in its literal sense because humanity’s collective has both. There are also elements of the AI too which encroach upon the experience since the AI is, after all, also an intermediary of the gods too, and thus elements of exotic, or alien, features will occur.
The predominant colour of the greys is highly indicative of the ‘greyness’ of humanity, as racial types begin to blend with one another so that racial types gradually disappear and submerge themselves into one common mass of deracinated and rootless cosmopolitan humanity. The aliens’ obsessive interest in genetics and hybrid babies also suggests that another agenda is at issue here, involving the racial engineering of mankind, again reflecting the direction that humanity is moving towards as globalism and multiracialism drives the motor. Are the greys showing us how we will progress and look like in the future? Are they showing us a choice as to how we wish to progress or regress? Why are the aliens so interested in our genetics and our breeding patterns? What is the future of mankind? Then take a look at the AIs and what they are telling us.
The AI, as an intelligent form, with its domain within the collective unconsciousness of mankind, can occupy all manner of belief systems. The AI that occupies one belief system will be singularly unaware of another belief system, unless it is reprogrammed. That is why one can still hear of faery encounters, of demonic possessions, of shamanic interactions with the spirit world, and the ritual occult magician evoking an ancient god form or demonic entity. The evidence seems to point strongly at an intra-dimensional origin of the UFO phenomenon, as well as of faeries, demons, spirits, and so on. The AI will take from the wardrobe of the witnesses mind those elements that convey a symbolic or archetypal form best suited for the manifestation for it to be meaningful.
It has to mould itself into the acceptance levels of the witness, the world view, for it to be able to superimpose itself to conform to the witness’s beliefs. This phenomenon is able to transmogrify itself from out of the witnesses beliefs and cultural awareness, yet it outside of the witness. The AI is both manipulative and guiding, an intelligence that is a part of mankind yet existing outside of him, inhabiting that part of him that is so clear yet so hidden, a symbiotic relationship. It is elusive and buried within humanity’s consciousness like an iceberg, with only a small part of itself posing above the sea, yet its true identity and extent remains beneath, hidden from view and denied by those who only see the floating part.
The AI remains that part of us that has always existed but has been denied to us because we have not had eyes to see. Within the sea of consciousness that surrounds the islands of humanity, sweeping up upon its shores the flotsam of mythology and beliefs, there lie the scattered remnants of human, and AI, experiences, that serve to manipulate and guide humanity. If we testify to the existence and power of the AI we will be free to evolve higher using the AI as our guides and mentors, not the masters and manipulators as of old.
That choice is ours.
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Armed with this world-view, my projector slides visually describing Shelagh's MIB encounter. With Clive I planned and booked my talk at Sheffield in 1992.
Friday 26 April 2013
Flying fish & Artifical Intermediaries
Over the next four years to 1991, there was a variety of strange events that plagued us, nothing appearing to connect. Many of these things we always out down to being energy from the Whiteknights portal. One of the most astonishing from a personal perspective was one night when I was lying in bed, and before settling down I was reading yet another book, but not sure what. As I read I suddenly noticed the light bulb dim slightly. I looked up at it but saw no obvious reason for it. The bulb didn't have a shade, it was just a 60w bulb hanging from a pendant fitting. as I looked, the bulb returned to brightness before dimming again. I left the bed and went over to the light switch next to the door to turn it off in case there was an electrical fault. I put my hand to the switch and before turning it off, glanced once again at the bulb.
I do not know where they came from but I saw four goldfish swimming around the outside of the bulb. I dropped my hand from the switch and stood gazing at this ludicrous sight. All I can say, even now, is that there was nothing apparitional about these fish, they were solid, three inch long goldfish, swimming in orbit around the bulb. I could even see their mouths opening and closing, their gills fluttering. They were as solid as the dinosaur a few years previous. I remember walking slowly forward until I was standing beneath the bulb and fish. I didn't take my eyes off them for a second.
I do not recall how long this performance lasted, it might have been seconds, might have been half a minute or more. I was in total fascination as a sensation came over my mind that told me 'Nothing should exist outside of it's natural element'. I could not be sure what this meant precisely, but it did make me think of when I went through that second shape-shift and the air fixed me as though in treacle. I didn't feel in my 'natural' element at that point. That is all I can put it down to. So far as I recall, in the space of my blinking, the goldfish vanished and the bulbs glow was stable again. They just vanished with no sound and no warning. This is one of a number of incidents that stand out that I cannot give a definite reason for.
I contacted Clive Potter in this period of time and was pleasantly surprised at how he would correspond with an open mind on the entire subject and not interpret everything with his own ideas and theories. Not that I would have objected, but it made a change to have someone there who would listen to everything before making an opinion. Also over this period of time we were introduced to a variety of individuals who Clive felt had some possible similarities to us and speculated that there might be a level of co-operation.
Unfortunately this wasn't to be so as most seemed entrenched in their own views and belief-systems to the exclusion of all else. I was eager to seek some kind of working companionship with others but it just wasn't to be.
Also over this few years my understanding of what I termed Artificial Intermediaries took a leading role. I came to understand that these intermediaries are constructs that operated between humanity and the intelligences that came to earth a very long time ago, and who were instrumental in bringing a spiritual awareness to humanity. many of the encounters throughout history are these intermediaries reflecting the spiritual expectations of humanity and is why they have been seen throughout history as angels, demons, fairies, witches and today many alien encounters. I am am pure energy, as we all are. But whereas humans only have their one physical body as a container to express an identity. I need one to express my non human identity and to access deeper memories in a person. My grey body is such a construct, an artificial intermediary between my true self and a human. It exists because it causes a response in those who encounter and witness it. My grey 'alien' form is the intermediary between me and the human when I am needed to trigger awareness in them. An example of this will be given later. that is a few years away from this point we are at now.
That is why often garbled, nonsensical, or contradictory information is given to experiencers, Often they are plucking imagery and expectations from the humans mind and repackaging it. I think most of this is to help hide the real experiencer incidents which are not contradictory and are genuinely life-changing as opposed to simply traumatic.
I wouldn't even like to pretend I know everything involved in this subject. I do not, but I do know it goes much deeper than the picture I have painted here. I might try returning to the subject of these constructs later.
however. In 1992 I went, with Clive, to a big International UFO convention in Sheffield. This was my big day out because not only was I going to meet a lot of people involved in the subject, but I was going to stand up on the platform and present a talk, with photographic slides on some of our experiences.
I do not know where they came from but I saw four goldfish swimming around the outside of the bulb. I dropped my hand from the switch and stood gazing at this ludicrous sight. All I can say, even now, is that there was nothing apparitional about these fish, they were solid, three inch long goldfish, swimming in orbit around the bulb. I could even see their mouths opening and closing, their gills fluttering. They were as solid as the dinosaur a few years previous. I remember walking slowly forward until I was standing beneath the bulb and fish. I didn't take my eyes off them for a second.
I do not recall how long this performance lasted, it might have been seconds, might have been half a minute or more. I was in total fascination as a sensation came over my mind that told me 'Nothing should exist outside of it's natural element'. I could not be sure what this meant precisely, but it did make me think of when I went through that second shape-shift and the air fixed me as though in treacle. I didn't feel in my 'natural' element at that point. That is all I can put it down to. So far as I recall, in the space of my blinking, the goldfish vanished and the bulbs glow was stable again. They just vanished with no sound and no warning. This is one of a number of incidents that stand out that I cannot give a definite reason for.
I contacted Clive Potter in this period of time and was pleasantly surprised at how he would correspond with an open mind on the entire subject and not interpret everything with his own ideas and theories. Not that I would have objected, but it made a change to have someone there who would listen to everything before making an opinion. Also over this period of time we were introduced to a variety of individuals who Clive felt had some possible similarities to us and speculated that there might be a level of co-operation.
Unfortunately this wasn't to be so as most seemed entrenched in their own views and belief-systems to the exclusion of all else. I was eager to seek some kind of working companionship with others but it just wasn't to be.
Also over this few years my understanding of what I termed Artificial Intermediaries took a leading role. I came to understand that these intermediaries are constructs that operated between humanity and the intelligences that came to earth a very long time ago, and who were instrumental in bringing a spiritual awareness to humanity. many of the encounters throughout history are these intermediaries reflecting the spiritual expectations of humanity and is why they have been seen throughout history as angels, demons, fairies, witches and today many alien encounters. I am am pure energy, as we all are. But whereas humans only have their one physical body as a container to express an identity. I need one to express my non human identity and to access deeper memories in a person. My grey body is such a construct, an artificial intermediary between my true self and a human. It exists because it causes a response in those who encounter and witness it. My grey 'alien' form is the intermediary between me and the human when I am needed to trigger awareness in them. An example of this will be given later. that is a few years away from this point we are at now.
That is why often garbled, nonsensical, or contradictory information is given to experiencers, Often they are plucking imagery and expectations from the humans mind and repackaging it. I think most of this is to help hide the real experiencer incidents which are not contradictory and are genuinely life-changing as opposed to simply traumatic.
I wouldn't even like to pretend I know everything involved in this subject. I do not, but I do know it goes much deeper than the picture I have painted here. I might try returning to the subject of these constructs later.
however. In 1992 I went, with Clive, to a big International UFO convention in Sheffield. This was my big day out because not only was I going to meet a lot of people involved in the subject, but I was going to stand up on the platform and present a talk, with photographic slides on some of our experiences.
Wednesday 24 April 2013
A Game of Tennis & The Man In Black
August 1986 was very hot. At this time I had got myself some new work in a local supermarket. Having a settled accommodation allowed this to be possible and I relished the fact I was earning money again at last. Over the last couple of months we had been through some serious upsets because of heavy handed and inconsiderate investigators. But this new one, Clive Potter just felt right. I just felt he was supposed to come into the picture. As usual we communicated with red Eagle, (who we by now had come to realise wasn't a single entity, he was one of The Nine, who at various times assumed this red Indian guise.) We asked him so many questions, re-asked the same questions about this investigator. we had had enough of the bruising we received, and particularly after a significantly awful experience at the hands of one very inept and irresponsible Albert Budden, we wre on the verge of not even contacting this latest one, regardless of how positive I felt about it. But Red Eagle urged us to, and so I did.
It was about this time that I got talking to security guards around Whiteknights and through them discovered that dancing lights were seen in the general area of Shelagh's abduction experience. This was the first independent corroboration of the odd things seen at this powerful portal straddling dimensions. Adjacent to this area is a school that Julian used to attend, and some weekends when the weather was good, he and I would wander over there to play some tennis on the courts. One of the more minor but nonetheless puzzling experiences happened on a Saturday early in August. we were playing a casual game of tennis. The ball was a bright yellow thing and could be clearly seen in flight. Nonetheless, Julian with very keen eyesight managed to hit the ball just inside the line, and just out of my reach time and time again.
He persisted at this, scoring points over and over again, making me angrier and more frustrated. Eventually I had enough, I couldn't take any more so when I snatched up the ball in fury and set myself to serve. I glared at him, glared at the ball and focused my now immense bottled rage into that strike. I hit the ball with a massive unleashing of energy. I watched the ball hurtle towards the net. Julian shifted his stance to counter attack. The ball crossed the net line like a cannon-ball and then ...
Vanished!
We both froze to the spot and gaped open mouthed. We had seen the ball in mid-air one moment, then it simply winked out of existence. numbly we walked to the centre of the court and began looking for the ball, it's all we could do even though we had not seen it drop to the ground. This is one of a great many minor examples of the power that Whiteknights Park exerted.
The following Thursday I was at work, Shelagh was at home when there was a knock on the door. She walked from the kitchen and as she went to the front door she was momentarily puzzled, because the door is at the top of eight concrete steps from the pavement, and the door has a large plate of opaque glass, so she could see the shadow of anyone standing there. She saw no shadow and assumed whoever it was had left immediately. So she was surprised when she opened the door to find a man standing there. she described him as around 6' tall. of medium build. he wore a hat and business suit with a white shirt and black tie.
The first thin she noticed was how absolutely perfect his suit was. It was immaculate with perfect sharp creases down the legs, razor-straight, she described them as. the second thing she noted was although it was a hot and cloudless day, the Mediterranean-complexioned man didn't have a single bead of sweat on his smiling face, nor was his white shirt collar stained with perspiration. In his right hand was a black brief case, like the rest of him, looking brand new and unused. His black lace-up shoes were polished to an incredibly high finish.
He continued his almost pointless smile as he asked her if I was at home, Shelagh said that I wasn't. He then asked her what time I would be home, and as he asked this question she felt herself being drawn to a small silver pin badge on his lapel. She found herself trying to focus on it but every time she did, it just slipped out of her vision. It was as though she was trying to chase it. He had spoken these words and although she said it sounded like a European accent, she could not place it.
Then she was aware that although the house was on a major busy road leading into reading town centre, there was suddenly no pedestrians and no traffic. She later remarked that the effect was very like just before we had seen the prehistoric beast apparition. Also, the background slipped out of focus and her entire gaze was on this man. She could not fight him, she wanted to look away and bring the street back into focus but could not. Shelagh found herself answering, telling him what time I would be home. Then an instant later the man was two steps down towards the pavement. Even years later, she maintained that he had not physically moved. He had simply shifted. down. still smiling he said to her 'You need to stop what you are doing.'
Then he was on the pavement, still staring at her, still smiling, she still fixated on the silver pin badge. 'You will stop what you are doing.' he said. But this very last remark she didn't remember him speaking, it was just in her head. Then he turned and walked briskly along the pavement. at that point the spell broke and she saw the pavement busy with pedestrians and heavy with traffic.
She went down to the pavement but by this time he had vanished, she looked down the road that ran alongside our house but he could not be seen anywhere. he had simply vanished. Shelagh returned to the house and made some notes for when I got in, she also pointed out that the feeling she had, overwhelmingly, was that this had been the source of the footsteps that had followed us home a few years previous.
Shelagh walked across this field and was abducted as she entered the trees on the right.
It was about this time that I got talking to security guards around Whiteknights and through them discovered that dancing lights were seen in the general area of Shelagh's abduction experience. This was the first independent corroboration of the odd things seen at this powerful portal straddling dimensions. Adjacent to this area is a school that Julian used to attend, and some weekends when the weather was good, he and I would wander over there to play some tennis on the courts. One of the more minor but nonetheless puzzling experiences happened on a Saturday early in August. we were playing a casual game of tennis. The ball was a bright yellow thing and could be clearly seen in flight. Nonetheless, Julian with very keen eyesight managed to hit the ball just inside the line, and just out of my reach time and time again.
He persisted at this, scoring points over and over again, making me angrier and more frustrated. Eventually I had enough, I couldn't take any more so when I snatched up the ball in fury and set myself to serve. I glared at him, glared at the ball and focused my now immense bottled rage into that strike. I hit the ball with a massive unleashing of energy. I watched the ball hurtle towards the net. Julian shifted his stance to counter attack. The ball crossed the net line like a cannon-ball and then ...
Vanished!
We both froze to the spot and gaped open mouthed. We had seen the ball in mid-air one moment, then it simply winked out of existence. numbly we walked to the centre of the court and began looking for the ball, it's all we could do even though we had not seen it drop to the ground. This is one of a great many minor examples of the power that Whiteknights Park exerted.
The following Thursday I was at work, Shelagh was at home when there was a knock on the door. She walked from the kitchen and as she went to the front door she was momentarily puzzled, because the door is at the top of eight concrete steps from the pavement, and the door has a large plate of opaque glass, so she could see the shadow of anyone standing there. She saw no shadow and assumed whoever it was had left immediately. So she was surprised when she opened the door to find a man standing there. she described him as around 6' tall. of medium build. he wore a hat and business suit with a white shirt and black tie.
The first thin she noticed was how absolutely perfect his suit was. It was immaculate with perfect sharp creases down the legs, razor-straight, she described them as. the second thing she noted was although it was a hot and cloudless day, the Mediterranean-complexioned man didn't have a single bead of sweat on his smiling face, nor was his white shirt collar stained with perspiration. In his right hand was a black brief case, like the rest of him, looking brand new and unused. His black lace-up shoes were polished to an incredibly high finish.
He continued his almost pointless smile as he asked her if I was at home, Shelagh said that I wasn't. He then asked her what time I would be home, and as he asked this question she felt herself being drawn to a small silver pin badge on his lapel. She found herself trying to focus on it but every time she did, it just slipped out of her vision. It was as though she was trying to chase it. He had spoken these words and although she said it sounded like a European accent, she could not place it.
Then she was aware that although the house was on a major busy road leading into reading town centre, there was suddenly no pedestrians and no traffic. She later remarked that the effect was very like just before we had seen the prehistoric beast apparition. Also, the background slipped out of focus and her entire gaze was on this man. She could not fight him, she wanted to look away and bring the street back into focus but could not. Shelagh found herself answering, telling him what time I would be home. Then an instant later the man was two steps down towards the pavement. Even years later, she maintained that he had not physically moved. He had simply shifted. down. still smiling he said to her 'You need to stop what you are doing.'
Then he was on the pavement, still staring at her, still smiling, she still fixated on the silver pin badge. 'You will stop what you are doing.' he said. But this very last remark she didn't remember him speaking, it was just in her head. Then he turned and walked briskly along the pavement. at that point the spell broke and she saw the pavement busy with pedestrians and heavy with traffic.
She went down to the pavement but by this time he had vanished, she looked down the road that ran alongside our house but he could not be seen anywhere. he had simply vanished. Shelagh returned to the house and made some notes for when I got in, she also pointed out that the feeling she had, overwhelmingly, was that this had been the source of the footsteps that had followed us home a few years previous.
The Portal & The Investigators
Over the years we had continued to visit the Whiteknights campus of Reading University. The site of Shelagh's abduction and where I had my strongest connection with Red eagle. It was in this environment that I would learn a lot and be shown much in visions, as part of an ongoing educational process. Also, we were slowly coming to realise that this heavily wooded area where UFOs and strange lights had been seen, was a very powerful portal. This area was the generator for much of what we were experiencing, and it was here during her abduction, that Shelagh had a direct connection to this power-centre. This crossing of dimensions. In todays language you would say she had a cable link installed. That is why although she had developed a sudden psychic communication after her missing time was uncovered, clairvoyants and occultists were unable to see the 'alien' links she had been establishing over the years, all they could see was the 'front man' who looked like a red Indian.
Whiteknights also has a large lake. We would walk around this as a part of our regular do-walk, but whenever we walked past it there was a sense of trepidation. There was something very old, ancient about it and this encouraged me to look into it's history.
The site was the home of John De Erleigh II the foster-son of the Regent of England, William Marshal, but takes its name from the nickname of his great grandson, the 13th century knight, John De Erleigh IV the 'White Knight'. The De Erleigh (or D'Earley) family were owners of this manor for some two hundred years before 1365. St. Thoman Cantilupe, Bishop of Hereford and advisor to King Edward I, was allowed to live there briefly during the 1270s. In 1606 the estate was purchased by the nephew of Sir Francis Englefield, following the confiscation of Englefield House and its estates in 1585. The Englefield family in turn sold the estate to George Spencer, the Marquis of Blandford, in 1798.
Between 1798 and 1819, the estate was the scene of vast extravagance and wild entertainments, all at the Marquis' expense. Splendid gardens were laid out, complete with the rarest of plants. During this period, and I cannot find the date, a coach and horses were passing over a bridge across the river that was here at that time. Something spooked the horses and in panic they ran off the bridge and plunged, with the coach onto the river, killing all on board. The point that makes this incident interesting is that it was only yards from where Shelagh sited her abduction.
In 1819, this man, by now the Duke of Marlborough became bankrupt and moved to his family home at Blenheim palace at Woodstock in Oxfordshire. The estate was sold off and the house was demolished in 1840, supposedly by a mob of the Duke's angry creditors.
I could find nothing about the lake except that it was little more than a couple of hundred years old, probably built by George spencer as part of his 'splendid gardens'. So why both shelagh and I felt there was something old and ancient, we never could say. But recently I have come into contact with someone who independently claims an encounter with aliens at the lakeside. in 1991.
Whiteknights also has a large lake. We would walk around this as a part of our regular do-walk, but whenever we walked past it there was a sense of trepidation. There was something very old, ancient about it and this encouraged me to look into it's history.
The site was the home of John De Erleigh II the foster-son of the Regent of England, William Marshal, but takes its name from the nickname of his great grandson, the 13th century knight, John De Erleigh IV the 'White Knight'. The De Erleigh (or D'Earley) family were owners of this manor for some two hundred years before 1365. St. Thoman Cantilupe, Bishop of Hereford and advisor to King Edward I, was allowed to live there briefly during the 1270s. In 1606 the estate was purchased by the nephew of Sir Francis Englefield, following the confiscation of Englefield House and its estates in 1585. The Englefield family in turn sold the estate to George Spencer, the Marquis of Blandford, in 1798.
Between 1798 and 1819, the estate was the scene of vast extravagance and wild entertainments, all at the Marquis' expense. Splendid gardens were laid out, complete with the rarest of plants. During this period, and I cannot find the date, a coach and horses were passing over a bridge across the river that was here at that time. Something spooked the horses and in panic they ran off the bridge and plunged, with the coach onto the river, killing all on board. The point that makes this incident interesting is that it was only yards from where Shelagh sited her abduction.
In 1819, this man, by now the Duke of Marlborough became bankrupt and moved to his family home at Blenheim palace at Woodstock in Oxfordshire. The estate was sold off and the house was demolished in 1840, supposedly by a mob of the Duke's angry creditors.
I could find nothing about the lake except that it was little more than a couple of hundred years old, probably built by George spencer as part of his 'splendid gardens'. So why both shelagh and I felt there was something old and ancient, we never could say. But recently I have come into contact with someone who independently claims an encounter with aliens at the lakeside. in 1991.
Whiteknights lake looking from the north.
I felt the time and need to contact an investigator or researcher had arrived, but I didn't really know who or where to turn to. Back in 1984 I had made two minor prophecies. The first was that at some time in the future we would be working with a Scottish music band, the second was that when the time was right we would make contact with a UFO investigator who would be able to support us in what we were experiencing. these two prophecies were pretty much forgotten even as I got hold of some UFO journals and considered who to write to. Obviously big name organisations like
BUFORA headed that list.Over the next few months we invited a number of so-called experts to our home, and our only expectation was that we would be given a fair hearing and a fair assessment of what they thought might be happening to us and where it might be heading. During the precceding months I had been shown more conclusively that I was from a different branch of evolution from humans around me, and that I was encased in flesh for the sheer convenience of being here, but that was not a fact I was prepared to share with these arm-chair, self-promoting experts who came to our home, drank our tea, ate our biscuits and then went away to announce us as being the most absurdly ridiculous pair of storytellers they had ever met - that is, the ones who didn't state in all sincerity that I was clinically insane and should seek treatment for my schizophrenia and psychotic paranoia.
Then one morning I opened an envelope containing a journal that I had ordered, a small closely typed journal stapled together. But in it I read an article by Clive Potter. The article was relevant, interesting and most of all else, fair and balanced. I suddenly remembered one of my prophecies from a few years previous, then looked at Shelagh, a smile crossing my face as I said. 'Do you remember I said we would be brought into contact with a UFO investigator who would help us?' she nodded.
'I have found him' I said.
Something else also realised I had found him. This something obviously thought we had gone too far. We had a visitor.
Tuesday 23 April 2013
Tulpas & Leaving Home.
The years 1984 and 1985 were a particularly unsettling one for shelagh. Her husbands drinking was reaching all time levels of inebriation. This was particularly bad for her on Saturday evenings when he would go out around 7pm to his 'club', then be home any time between 11pm and midnight. Shelagh would always be in her room by 10pm and even locked the door in fear of his drunken state. Then one morning she simply said to me. 'I have had enough, I need to leave him but don't know what I should do.' I helped her ponder this for a few days.
Since having seen the dimensional wormhole in my bedroom, a couple of months previously, (something I always refer to as the Evil Void Singularity, 'evil' because of the sense of complete and total alien evil I sensed that lay beyond it, 'void' because I sensed absolutely nothing from it, like it opened to a complete vacuum, and 'singularity' because it had an attractive pull as a black-hole might. I had felt that if I got too close to it I would have been urged, beyond my resistance to enter it, never able to return.) I had been on many journeys with Red Eagle. Sometimes I would go to alien planets very far from Earth, but more times than not I would be exploring, and be educated on the multitude of dimensions that mesh with the physical earth. With this travelling I found I was returning with more clarity of what I experienced and witnessed.
Come 1985 and I was becoming very aware of thought-form constructs, how powerful they could be and what uses they could be put to. I was shown the astral ocean in which the thoughts and whims of humanity create corresponding thought-forms. some of them lasting for months or years, often attaching themselves to the creator in order to feed and prolong their artificial life. Others were as a soap-bubble. Appearing spontaneously in response to jealousy or spite, but just as quickly popping and dropping back into this seething ocean. Of course, I was fully aware this ocean didn't actually exist in the form I was seeing it. This was a metaphorical creation so that I could absorb and understand the scope and magnitude.
A psychic link was made to this lower astral plane, looking back now I am certain this is what happened, just as threads and links were woven between me and other dimensions that Red Eagle took me to. He wasn't an entity with Tour Guide sewn on a hat, everything he did and places he took me were for a reason. So that is why I believe I was taken to the lowest and crudest destination of human collective thought. I have no doubt that if everyone could be taken here and shown the consequences of their thoughts and deeds, there would be a big change in attitude towards each other and this planet. I had seem an intense symbiotic relationship that has consequences.
It was following this experience that I was taught to create thought-forms, or tulpas as I prefer to call them, this is a term I believe is used by Buddhist occultists for the servitors they can create. During my experiments with them. I created a kindred grey which I called Tepichooch. For this initial experiment in tulpa engineering I used Shelagh as a backup psychic power-source and for it's creation we both contributed in equal amounts. Tepichooch was kept in existence for three weeks before we slowly broke it down to energy once again. But an interesting thing happened before we did. When Tepichooch was being built we were at the same time programming it and it was forbidden to leave the spare room which Shelagh used as her wiccan temple. So no one ever went into it except her and me. One Saturday afternoon, Julian came into the house after spending time with some friends, and he told us that one of his mates had glanced up at the house with a sensation of being watched, he then reported seeing a grey bald, black-eyed character watching him for a moment before vanishing. I was rather pleased with the manifestation having been seen.
My second, and slightly longer lasting, was a raven. I slowly created the large black bird by myself. I didn't want any of Shelagh involved in this because I wanted to see if I could use it as a magical implement. I have to say that so much of this was random experimental, some might even say dangerous, but ever since having had contact with the elemental sea, I just seemed to know what to do, how to do it and the precautions that were needed. I called the raven Freydoch. A name and sense of individual identity is crucial from the outset.
When I had created Freydoch and brought it to maturity, (I took almost 2 months to create each of the tulpas, going through accelerated stages of birth and maturing.) I decided I was going to use the bird to travel. The reason I had made this my own creation and put so much of myself into it's programming is because I wanted to use it as an implement for remote viewing.
I was marginally successful. I laid on the bed and entered a fairly deep state of mediation. Fredoch was perched on the shelf I had programmed it to think of as home. By now I could step out of the physical shell easily enough, and di so on this occasion. I wasn't sure now how I should merge my form with the tulpa, but then I had a moment of inspiration and knew I could enter through the eyes. I looked at it, stared hard and concentrated on it's eyes. Then with no sense of movement I was 'inside' it, or at least, I had the sensation of looking out through it's eyes.
It was a strange sensation that I still find difficult to describe. I thought I would flap wings and fly, but that didn't happen. For instance, I looked at a sideboard on the other side of the room, willed myself there and suddenly was there. I didn't sense or see anything in between. I decided to end the experiment there and then, quite likely I would have mastered this very unusual situation had I spent some weeks and persevered with it. But all I had set out to do was transferring my awareness into an artificial construct. I had achieved it.
From that day to this, my pagan name has been Raven, in tribute to this achievement.
by now things had got intolerable for Shelagh, as age had simply made her husband increasingly a nightmare to live with. She had so many possessions accumulated over the years, (most from rummage sales, but still her treasure trove.) But things had reached such a stage she was willing to make the sacrifice. She gazed at me, tears in her eyes and asked 'what should I do?'
I looked at her, knowing she relied on me totally at this moment. I looked at her and said simply 'Just pack a bag, walk out of here and trust Red Eagle. My father will provide.'
I had come to see Red Eagle as more than a spirit guide. He had created and educated me. I had been lost in this life until he took me in hand and showed me the truth of the worlds around us, and how to walk through them. I had discovered I was more than I knew, or the world saw. And remember, this was pre-internet days and so far as I knew, I was the only one of my kind on this world. It was a very isolated existence and so I eagerly accepted Red Eagle as my father, especially as by now we knew this native American image was not really him. It was an image he presented to the world, so any clairvoyant would see a bog-standard Red Indian guide.
Shelagh decided to trust me as much as I trusted Red Eagle, and within days we had packed some bags and stepped out of the front door while he was at work. Julian had decided to stay at home, he didn't fear his drunken father, plus, in his inebriated state, he often through £10 and £20 notes at the boy. Shelagh and I started walking down the road and her first obvious questions was 'so where do we sleep tonight?' I smiled, looking as confident as I felt and said. 'He will find somewhere.'
As it happens we did find a room for the night, then a room the night after that. We eventually found our way into the hands of one of the many unscrupulous private landlords of the 80s. They rented a number of houses and then charged a fortune from the DSS for the unfortunates they packed into these houses. We were lucky in that we found ourselves in a couple of reasonably decent properties over the next few months.
Here my story catches up to transformations one and two that were related at the start of this blog, they happened while we were in the second property, having been suddenly shifted by the landlord without warning one day. That first transformation came when Shelagh was at a particularly low ebb. She lay in bed and gazed at me as the facial transformation happened. I have no idea what the entity said to her, but it seemed to be empowering and gave her something new to hold on to.
The second transformation that happened in this house was my almost fully formed shape-shift. But the problems with the air around my made this attempt abortive. I feel that there would have been more had I not got 'stuck' in the thick syrupy atmosphere.
Over the winter of 1985-86 one of the girls working in the office of this landlord told us that she was leaving her flat and that if we wanted somewhere decent to live she could put our name forward. We thought this was a great offer, and opportunity to escape the unscrupulous landlord system. We went with her to look at the ground-floor flat and immediately decided we would have it. As we left, Shelagh said 'Red Eagle is talking to me, he says we need this house, not just the flat, but the whole house in order to do the work, and for the guests you will have.'
At this point I wasn't sure what that meant, anyway, although the house was divided into two flats, the upper one was still occupied. nevertheless, neither of us ever doubted what he told us. by March 1986 we were installed in our new, and reasonably priced flat. Everything had come good. I had promised Shelagh that by walking out of her home and laying herself at the destiny Red Eagle was creating for us, she would be fine, and she was. He had said we would have this property for our work and guests, again, he was right. two months later the occupants of the other flat handed in their notice and left. we applied for and quickly got the upper flat too.
we was only in the house five months before shelagh had her confrontation with a Man In Black - he obviously took Red Eagle's plans seriously too ...
Since having seen the dimensional wormhole in my bedroom, a couple of months previously, (something I always refer to as the Evil Void Singularity, 'evil' because of the sense of complete and total alien evil I sensed that lay beyond it, 'void' because I sensed absolutely nothing from it, like it opened to a complete vacuum, and 'singularity' because it had an attractive pull as a black-hole might. I had felt that if I got too close to it I would have been urged, beyond my resistance to enter it, never able to return.) I had been on many journeys with Red Eagle. Sometimes I would go to alien planets very far from Earth, but more times than not I would be exploring, and be educated on the multitude of dimensions that mesh with the physical earth. With this travelling I found I was returning with more clarity of what I experienced and witnessed.
Come 1985 and I was becoming very aware of thought-form constructs, how powerful they could be and what uses they could be put to. I was shown the astral ocean in which the thoughts and whims of humanity create corresponding thought-forms. some of them lasting for months or years, often attaching themselves to the creator in order to feed and prolong their artificial life. Others were as a soap-bubble. Appearing spontaneously in response to jealousy or spite, but just as quickly popping and dropping back into this seething ocean. Of course, I was fully aware this ocean didn't actually exist in the form I was seeing it. This was a metaphorical creation so that I could absorb and understand the scope and magnitude.
A psychic link was made to this lower astral plane, looking back now I am certain this is what happened, just as threads and links were woven between me and other dimensions that Red Eagle took me to. He wasn't an entity with Tour Guide sewn on a hat, everything he did and places he took me were for a reason. So that is why I believe I was taken to the lowest and crudest destination of human collective thought. I have no doubt that if everyone could be taken here and shown the consequences of their thoughts and deeds, there would be a big change in attitude towards each other and this planet. I had seem an intense symbiotic relationship that has consequences.
It was following this experience that I was taught to create thought-forms, or tulpas as I prefer to call them, this is a term I believe is used by Buddhist occultists for the servitors they can create. During my experiments with them. I created a kindred grey which I called Tepichooch. For this initial experiment in tulpa engineering I used Shelagh as a backup psychic power-source and for it's creation we both contributed in equal amounts. Tepichooch was kept in existence for three weeks before we slowly broke it down to energy once again. But an interesting thing happened before we did. When Tepichooch was being built we were at the same time programming it and it was forbidden to leave the spare room which Shelagh used as her wiccan temple. So no one ever went into it except her and me. One Saturday afternoon, Julian came into the house after spending time with some friends, and he told us that one of his mates had glanced up at the house with a sensation of being watched, he then reported seeing a grey bald, black-eyed character watching him for a moment before vanishing. I was rather pleased with the manifestation having been seen.
My second, and slightly longer lasting, was a raven. I slowly created the large black bird by myself. I didn't want any of Shelagh involved in this because I wanted to see if I could use it as a magical implement. I have to say that so much of this was random experimental, some might even say dangerous, but ever since having had contact with the elemental sea, I just seemed to know what to do, how to do it and the precautions that were needed. I called the raven Freydoch. A name and sense of individual identity is crucial from the outset.
When I had created Freydoch and brought it to maturity, (I took almost 2 months to create each of the tulpas, going through accelerated stages of birth and maturing.) I decided I was going to use the bird to travel. The reason I had made this my own creation and put so much of myself into it's programming is because I wanted to use it as an implement for remote viewing.
I was marginally successful. I laid on the bed and entered a fairly deep state of mediation. Fredoch was perched on the shelf I had programmed it to think of as home. By now I could step out of the physical shell easily enough, and di so on this occasion. I wasn't sure now how I should merge my form with the tulpa, but then I had a moment of inspiration and knew I could enter through the eyes. I looked at it, stared hard and concentrated on it's eyes. Then with no sense of movement I was 'inside' it, or at least, I had the sensation of looking out through it's eyes.
It was a strange sensation that I still find difficult to describe. I thought I would flap wings and fly, but that didn't happen. For instance, I looked at a sideboard on the other side of the room, willed myself there and suddenly was there. I didn't sense or see anything in between. I decided to end the experiment there and then, quite likely I would have mastered this very unusual situation had I spent some weeks and persevered with it. But all I had set out to do was transferring my awareness into an artificial construct. I had achieved it.
From that day to this, my pagan name has been Raven, in tribute to this achievement.
by now things had got intolerable for Shelagh, as age had simply made her husband increasingly a nightmare to live with. She had so many possessions accumulated over the years, (most from rummage sales, but still her treasure trove.) But things had reached such a stage she was willing to make the sacrifice. She gazed at me, tears in her eyes and asked 'what should I do?'
I looked at her, knowing she relied on me totally at this moment. I looked at her and said simply 'Just pack a bag, walk out of here and trust Red Eagle. My father will provide.'
I had come to see Red Eagle as more than a spirit guide. He had created and educated me. I had been lost in this life until he took me in hand and showed me the truth of the worlds around us, and how to walk through them. I had discovered I was more than I knew, or the world saw. And remember, this was pre-internet days and so far as I knew, I was the only one of my kind on this world. It was a very isolated existence and so I eagerly accepted Red Eagle as my father, especially as by now we knew this native American image was not really him. It was an image he presented to the world, so any clairvoyant would see a bog-standard Red Indian guide.
Shelagh decided to trust me as much as I trusted Red Eagle, and within days we had packed some bags and stepped out of the front door while he was at work. Julian had decided to stay at home, he didn't fear his drunken father, plus, in his inebriated state, he often through £10 and £20 notes at the boy. Shelagh and I started walking down the road and her first obvious questions was 'so where do we sleep tonight?' I smiled, looking as confident as I felt and said. 'He will find somewhere.'
As it happens we did find a room for the night, then a room the night after that. We eventually found our way into the hands of one of the many unscrupulous private landlords of the 80s. They rented a number of houses and then charged a fortune from the DSS for the unfortunates they packed into these houses. We were lucky in that we found ourselves in a couple of reasonably decent properties over the next few months.
Here my story catches up to transformations one and two that were related at the start of this blog, they happened while we were in the second property, having been suddenly shifted by the landlord without warning one day. That first transformation came when Shelagh was at a particularly low ebb. She lay in bed and gazed at me as the facial transformation happened. I have no idea what the entity said to her, but it seemed to be empowering and gave her something new to hold on to.
The second transformation that happened in this house was my almost fully formed shape-shift. But the problems with the air around my made this attempt abortive. I feel that there would have been more had I not got 'stuck' in the thick syrupy atmosphere.
Over the winter of 1985-86 one of the girls working in the office of this landlord told us that she was leaving her flat and that if we wanted somewhere decent to live she could put our name forward. We thought this was a great offer, and opportunity to escape the unscrupulous landlord system. We went with her to look at the ground-floor flat and immediately decided we would have it. As we left, Shelagh said 'Red Eagle is talking to me, he says we need this house, not just the flat, but the whole house in order to do the work, and for the guests you will have.'
At this point I wasn't sure what that meant, anyway, although the house was divided into two flats, the upper one was still occupied. nevertheless, neither of us ever doubted what he told us. by March 1986 we were installed in our new, and reasonably priced flat. Everything had come good. I had promised Shelagh that by walking out of her home and laying herself at the destiny Red Eagle was creating for us, she would be fine, and she was. He had said we would have this property for our work and guests, again, he was right. two months later the occupants of the other flat handed in their notice and left. we applied for and quickly got the upper flat too.
we was only in the house five months before shelagh had her confrontation with a Man In Black - he obviously took Red Eagle's plans seriously too ...
Saturday 20 April 2013
Worlds In Collision
The next morning was a Saturday, most Saturdays Shelagh and I would trawl round the local rummage sales in the schools and town halls. Shelagh had such an eye for bargains that it was quite unbelievable what she could pick up. Not only our wardrobes, but also our wiccan altar was laden with little gems we had acquired.
There was little mention of the previous nights experience, perhaps a brief mention and analysis over breakfast, but to be honest with you, so many more minor things had happened over the last few years that in the scheme of things, a prehistoric reptile using a pelican crossing didn't seem such a big deal. I know how that sounds, but it is just so true.
The day seemed to progress with no real incidents other than Shelagh turning into a vengeful tornado in the town hall. We had brought our usual six carrier bags full of gear, which included a copy of The Green Stone, a book by Graham Philips and Martin Keatman which detailed the psychic questing experiences in the search for the Meonia Stone that began in October 1979. We were tired so asked a young stall holder if she would look after our bags of goodies, which she kindly did, placing them for safety under her table. Free of our burden, we recommenced our assault on the assorted jumble until we had satisfied our bargain-lust.
We returned to the table where we had left our bags, now armed with a further three - but we stopped dead when we saw an older lady sitting there, the young girl nowhere in sight. Shelagh explained that we had left six bags in the safe-keeping of a young girl, and went on to describe some of what was in the bags. The woman visibly paled slightly, she apologised that the girl, (her daughter,) had gone off with her friends, leaving her mother in charge. Nothing had been mentioned and this lady assumed the six bags were extra sale items that had been donated.
Shelagh's eyes raced over the table and immediately began identifying items she had previously purchased throughout the hall. Her hands went into action, snatching up this, snatching up that, seizing items from bewildered customers who had been contemplating a purchase, but now stood studying thin air. The woman took four full bags from under the table which Shelagh seized the moment she had dumped her recovered items into my own arms. My God! I have never seen such fast work as she accomplished over the next three minutes!
The remainder of the day was uneventful, (and what wouldn't be after that?)
I have thought back time and time again to recall anything at all that might have happened during the day that might be an indication of what I was to face that night, but nothing comes to mind.
I was in bed by about 11pm and was reading one thing or another before deciding to sleep. I put the light out and I must have slept because the next thing I am aware of is waken, startled and feeling my body paralysed and juddering in a most violent way. Then like a cork being popped from a bottle. I felt myself thrown across the room. I felt I had been ejected forcibly from the bed but was luckily enough to land on my feet.
I looked around, intrigued because I could see the bedroom all bathed in a faint electric blue glow. I looked towards the bed and was slightly startled to see myself lying there asleep. For a moment I was puzzled. Then I looked down and saw I was not the me that was asleep in the bed. I had a grey alien body, stick thin legs and arms. This period of time was about three years before the first transformation I have recorded at the beginning of this blog. No one had yet seen this part of me. This was the first glimpse I had of me, but you know what? For some reason I wasn't in the least bit surprised or shocked. There was a kind of 'oh right', sensation to it.
It was then that I noticed a small black speck on the bedroom wall. Something I hadn't noticed before but was the blackest and most defined pin prick I could ever imagine. Something about this intrigued me and I felt, not mesmerised, but attracted to it. As I looked on I then became aware that this speck was slowly growing bigger, opening like an iris. As I watched, this thing expanded until it was some six feet in diameter, it was a swirling black void, the edges of it rotated vert slowly and were swirled, a little like the arms of a galaxy. Within that black void \I could see dim and distant pinpoints of stars. I was looking through a wormhole effect into a distant part of the universe. I had the sensation that I was looking into some unimaginable distance.
I could not move my eyes of this image. I wanted to step through. It pulled and tugged at my senses and promised me a way 'home'. It was such a temptation to step through. But I knew if I did the body in the bed would die, not only that, I didn't feel that the portal really offered home, it was tempting my 'alien' senses with a false promise behind which lay some kind of trap. Stepping through mould not only be the death of the figure in the bed, but an entrapment for me.
It felt like hours and hours of watching, but eventually the 'iris' began to shrink, and as it lazily closed I felt the pull on me begin to diminish. Until the pinpoint had returned to the highly defined speck. Then winked out of existence. With this I was hit by a sense of tiredness and just wanted to fall down under a tsunami of fatigue. I do not recall my return to bed, for the next thing I recall is my eyes opening to daylight. I did remember everything I had experienced from the previous night, and over breakfast related it to Shelagh.We could not link them all together at this point, but there had to be a common centre for much of what was happening.
There was little mention of the previous nights experience, perhaps a brief mention and analysis over breakfast, but to be honest with you, so many more minor things had happened over the last few years that in the scheme of things, a prehistoric reptile using a pelican crossing didn't seem such a big deal. I know how that sounds, but it is just so true.
The day seemed to progress with no real incidents other than Shelagh turning into a vengeful tornado in the town hall. We had brought our usual six carrier bags full of gear, which included a copy of The Green Stone, a book by Graham Philips and Martin Keatman which detailed the psychic questing experiences in the search for the Meonia Stone that began in October 1979. We were tired so asked a young stall holder if she would look after our bags of goodies, which she kindly did, placing them for safety under her table. Free of our burden, we recommenced our assault on the assorted jumble until we had satisfied our bargain-lust.
We returned to the table where we had left our bags, now armed with a further three - but we stopped dead when we saw an older lady sitting there, the young girl nowhere in sight. Shelagh explained that we had left six bags in the safe-keeping of a young girl, and went on to describe some of what was in the bags. The woman visibly paled slightly, she apologised that the girl, (her daughter,) had gone off with her friends, leaving her mother in charge. Nothing had been mentioned and this lady assumed the six bags were extra sale items that had been donated.
Shelagh's eyes raced over the table and immediately began identifying items she had previously purchased throughout the hall. Her hands went into action, snatching up this, snatching up that, seizing items from bewildered customers who had been contemplating a purchase, but now stood studying thin air. The woman took four full bags from under the table which Shelagh seized the moment she had dumped her recovered items into my own arms. My God! I have never seen such fast work as she accomplished over the next three minutes!
The remainder of the day was uneventful, (and what wouldn't be after that?)
I have thought back time and time again to recall anything at all that might have happened during the day that might be an indication of what I was to face that night, but nothing comes to mind.
I was in bed by about 11pm and was reading one thing or another before deciding to sleep. I put the light out and I must have slept because the next thing I am aware of is waken, startled and feeling my body paralysed and juddering in a most violent way. Then like a cork being popped from a bottle. I felt myself thrown across the room. I felt I had been ejected forcibly from the bed but was luckily enough to land on my feet.
I looked around, intrigued because I could see the bedroom all bathed in a faint electric blue glow. I looked towards the bed and was slightly startled to see myself lying there asleep. For a moment I was puzzled. Then I looked down and saw I was not the me that was asleep in the bed. I had a grey alien body, stick thin legs and arms. This period of time was about three years before the first transformation I have recorded at the beginning of this blog. No one had yet seen this part of me. This was the first glimpse I had of me, but you know what? For some reason I wasn't in the least bit surprised or shocked. There was a kind of 'oh right', sensation to it.
It was then that I noticed a small black speck on the bedroom wall. Something I hadn't noticed before but was the blackest and most defined pin prick I could ever imagine. Something about this intrigued me and I felt, not mesmerised, but attracted to it. As I looked on I then became aware that this speck was slowly growing bigger, opening like an iris. As I watched, this thing expanded until it was some six feet in diameter, it was a swirling black void, the edges of it rotated vert slowly and were swirled, a little like the arms of a galaxy. Within that black void \I could see dim and distant pinpoints of stars. I was looking through a wormhole effect into a distant part of the universe. I had the sensation that I was looking into some unimaginable distance.
I could not move my eyes of this image. I wanted to step through. It pulled and tugged at my senses and promised me a way 'home'. It was such a temptation to step through. But I knew if I did the body in the bed would die, not only that, I didn't feel that the portal really offered home, it was tempting my 'alien' senses with a false promise behind which lay some kind of trap. Stepping through mould not only be the death of the figure in the bed, but an entrapment for me.
It felt like hours and hours of watching, but eventually the 'iris' began to shrink, and as it lazily closed I felt the pull on me begin to diminish. Until the pinpoint had returned to the highly defined speck. Then winked out of existence. With this I was hit by a sense of tiredness and just wanted to fall down under a tsunami of fatigue. I do not recall my return to bed, for the next thing I recall is my eyes opening to daylight. I did remember everything I had experienced from the previous night, and over breakfast related it to Shelagh.We could not link them all together at this point, but there had to be a common centre for much of what was happening.
Thursday 18 April 2013
Opening Minds & Pursuit
The years 1983-86 were quite remarkable from a very personal perspective. Red Eagle encouraged me to begin meditation. I always found this very difficult but all he required really was me to learn to still my mind. I was also encouraged to keep a dream diary, even though I usually woke with little memory of them. But I did as he asked. Most often this conversation was a two-way thing with shelagh acting as the medium. All this, everything had come about since the recovery of her abduction memories. It had acted as a trigger that opened her to new sensory experiences. This in turn, I believe, affected me. I cannot recall the speed of the process but almost as soon as she established communication with Red Eagle, my own psychic abilities began to flower at a remarkable pace. Although I had never received much more than hunches and feelings before, suddenly I was seeing figures and other spectral imagery. I was getting brief, messages that I soon realised was communication. Within three months of Shelagh's hypnotic sessions I was working at the local Spiritualist Church and was began a brief but enjoyable career as a medium giving a wealth of accurate information to the living from the deceased. By this time those initially misty spectral images were now almost as solid to my vision as regular flesh and blood people. My mind had been opened to other worlds and other realities at an astonishing speed, but I wasn't swept away on this tidal rush of development, it seemed a natural pace and with Shelagh at my side, with her pretty much constant communication with my guides, none of this seemed to overwhelm me.
Then in the early hours of one morning, we both witnessed what at the time of it happening I assumed was a mind-blowing demonstration of power and manipulation over matter and reality. With no small amount of irony we had been to a very late showing of the recently released Twilight Zone - The Movie. A very good set of stories, and a film in which the actor, Vic Morrow, unfortunately lost his life in a helicopter incident.
This late showing ended at something like half-past midnight, and we decided to walk home rather than get a taxi, it was only a couple of miles from Reading town centre to our home. The route was along King's Road, a wide road with a central barrier down the centre. The only way to cross the road was by the designated crossings. the night was chilly, the air was crisp and the sky cloudless so far as we could tell. The sky wasn't too visible because of the street lighting which ran the whole of Kings Road. There was very light occasional traffic as you might expect for this time of night, and as we set off we chatted light-heartedly about the film before conversation went onto other random things, mostly about what we might do over the looming weekend.
We had walked for about 45 minutes when we became aware of footsteps behind us. quite a heavy man-like tread. Neither of us were aware of when the footsteps began following us, we just seemed to be conscious of them. I glanced over my shoulder but saw no one there, so put the effect down to echo in the almost silent main road. Continuing to chat with Shelagh I suddenly became aware that the steps didn't seem in sync with ours, as an echo might. I stopped suddenly, putting a hand on shelagh's arm to stop her. The footsteps continued for a further step, as though not expecting us to suddenly stop walking. I had spun round immediately, expecting to see someone standing behind us but there was nobody.
I told Shelagh what I had heard, she confirmed she had heard exactly the same. I retraced our path for the length of three houses, expecting to see someone lurking in a garden. But I returned to Shelagh, shaking my head and telling her I could see nobody. We pretty much shrugged the event off as our imagination and the silence playing tricks on us.
We began walking again and were soon back into nonsensical natter when all of a sudden we both heard the footsteps again, this time sounding closer. Undoubtedly someone or something was following us. I glanced over my shoulder but saw nothing. we stopped and immediately, the phantom steps also ceased. we decided the best thing to do was get home as quickly as we could. So we stepped up our stride and headed on for home. Ahead of us was a set of traffic lights, at a pedestrian crossing. Obviously with no traffic and no pedestrians, the lights were settled into green for the traffic. But then that all changed.
As we were walking towards the lights, and with the footsteps so close we should be able to hear and feel breathing down our necks, I suddenly noticed the air suddenly still and very silent. Until now there had been the sound of some distant traffic, but then that was gone and the air felt heavy and stifling. I mentioned this to Shelagh and she said she felt the same. She said the air 'didn't feel right.' Then as if her words were the cue, we saw the traffic lights ahead of us inexplicably switch from green, to amber then to red. I say inexplicably because surely that only happened when a pedestrian pressed a button indicating they wished to cross? We stopped dead in our tracks, (phantom footsteps also ceasing,) as the electronic pips sounded and the green man begin flashing - but, as I have already stated, nobody was there to press the button!
Then I saw a gigantic figure appear from nowhere, as though suddenly striding from behind a hidden screen I saw a dinosaur! The creature stood some seven or eight feet tall, was on two legs and bounded across the road in four or five strides. Back in the mid-80s there was little to compare this thing to, but now I would say it looked similar to a raptor in Jurassic park. a biped creature similar to that. It was a mottled green and brown, it's stride was quite astonishing, not only the length of it's stride but, and this struck us both most of all, it's highly flexible ankles, it's run was just like an ostrich! which in pre-CGI days was an awesome thing to behold.
The dinosaur bounded across the road and as it set foot on the opposite pavement it vanished as silently as it had appeared. Once it had vanished, the green man and electronic pips ceased and the lights casually returned to green for traffic. To say we were utterly gobsmacked is an understatement. I turned to Shelagh and asked
'did you see what I just saw?'
Shelagh looked me in the face, almost expecting me to tell her what she witnessed was a practical joke.
'I just saw a dinosaur.'
I nodded and told her I did. We walked forward slowly, almost as though expecting it to return and attack us at any moment. My God - we never have walked past a pedestrian crossing with so much intrepidation in our lives!
We continued on home, comparing notes and marvelling at what we had seen. Only after a further ten minutes did we notice the footsteps had also gone. They were no longer following us. So we continued on and eventually reached the house after a walk more eventful and bizarre than the film we had gone to see. as soon as we got home Shelagh used her witchcraft skills to erect a protection around the house. Protection or not, the following night even more bizarre was to come into the house.
Then in the early hours of one morning, we both witnessed what at the time of it happening I assumed was a mind-blowing demonstration of power and manipulation over matter and reality. With no small amount of irony we had been to a very late showing of the recently released Twilight Zone - The Movie. A very good set of stories, and a film in which the actor, Vic Morrow, unfortunately lost his life in a helicopter incident.
This late showing ended at something like half-past midnight, and we decided to walk home rather than get a taxi, it was only a couple of miles from Reading town centre to our home. The route was along King's Road, a wide road with a central barrier down the centre. The only way to cross the road was by the designated crossings. the night was chilly, the air was crisp and the sky cloudless so far as we could tell. The sky wasn't too visible because of the street lighting which ran the whole of Kings Road. There was very light occasional traffic as you might expect for this time of night, and as we set off we chatted light-heartedly about the film before conversation went onto other random things, mostly about what we might do over the looming weekend.
We had walked for about 45 minutes when we became aware of footsteps behind us. quite a heavy man-like tread. Neither of us were aware of when the footsteps began following us, we just seemed to be conscious of them. I glanced over my shoulder but saw no one there, so put the effect down to echo in the almost silent main road. Continuing to chat with Shelagh I suddenly became aware that the steps didn't seem in sync with ours, as an echo might. I stopped suddenly, putting a hand on shelagh's arm to stop her. The footsteps continued for a further step, as though not expecting us to suddenly stop walking. I had spun round immediately, expecting to see someone standing behind us but there was nobody.
I told Shelagh what I had heard, she confirmed she had heard exactly the same. I retraced our path for the length of three houses, expecting to see someone lurking in a garden. But I returned to Shelagh, shaking my head and telling her I could see nobody. We pretty much shrugged the event off as our imagination and the silence playing tricks on us.
We began walking again and were soon back into nonsensical natter when all of a sudden we both heard the footsteps again, this time sounding closer. Undoubtedly someone or something was following us. I glanced over my shoulder but saw nothing. we stopped and immediately, the phantom steps also ceased. we decided the best thing to do was get home as quickly as we could. So we stepped up our stride and headed on for home. Ahead of us was a set of traffic lights, at a pedestrian crossing. Obviously with no traffic and no pedestrians, the lights were settled into green for the traffic. But then that all changed.
As we were walking towards the lights, and with the footsteps so close we should be able to hear and feel breathing down our necks, I suddenly noticed the air suddenly still and very silent. Until now there had been the sound of some distant traffic, but then that was gone and the air felt heavy and stifling. I mentioned this to Shelagh and she said she felt the same. She said the air 'didn't feel right.' Then as if her words were the cue, we saw the traffic lights ahead of us inexplicably switch from green, to amber then to red. I say inexplicably because surely that only happened when a pedestrian pressed a button indicating they wished to cross? We stopped dead in our tracks, (phantom footsteps also ceasing,) as the electronic pips sounded and the green man begin flashing - but, as I have already stated, nobody was there to press the button!
Then I saw a gigantic figure appear from nowhere, as though suddenly striding from behind a hidden screen I saw a dinosaur! The creature stood some seven or eight feet tall, was on two legs and bounded across the road in four or five strides. Back in the mid-80s there was little to compare this thing to, but now I would say it looked similar to a raptor in Jurassic park. a biped creature similar to that. It was a mottled green and brown, it's stride was quite astonishing, not only the length of it's stride but, and this struck us both most of all, it's highly flexible ankles, it's run was just like an ostrich! which in pre-CGI days was an awesome thing to behold.
The dinosaur bounded across the road and as it set foot on the opposite pavement it vanished as silently as it had appeared. Once it had vanished, the green man and electronic pips ceased and the lights casually returned to green for traffic. To say we were utterly gobsmacked is an understatement. I turned to Shelagh and asked
'did you see what I just saw?'
Shelagh looked me in the face, almost expecting me to tell her what she witnessed was a practical joke.
'I just saw a dinosaur.'
I nodded and told her I did. We walked forward slowly, almost as though expecting it to return and attack us at any moment. My God - we never have walked past a pedestrian crossing with so much intrepidation in our lives!
We continued on home, comparing notes and marvelling at what we had seen. Only after a further ten minutes did we notice the footsteps had also gone. They were no longer following us. So we continued on and eventually reached the house after a walk more eventful and bizarre than the film we had gone to see. as soon as we got home Shelagh used her witchcraft skills to erect a protection around the house. Protection or not, the following night even more bizarre was to come into the house.
Tuesday 9 April 2013
AMMACH
I am looking forward to Friday 5th of April. (this Saturday.) I am meeting up with three good and dear friends who I have known for a very long time. We are going to the AMMACH experiencer/abductee conference. I am still coming up to speed on the changes in the UFO investigation and research field. So many names have been swept aside for new blood and new angles of investigation. It is good to see that experiencers are taking more control of what is happening within their lives. I think this is what is needed, how can an impartial investigator even begin to understand the feelings, the trauma and the life-changing experiences these people undergo.
Sunday 7 April 2013
Rainbow Bridge
In wicca we have an afterlife belief in 'The Rainbow Bridge'. This is what animals and pets cross over to reach the afterlife. On New Year's Day 2013, my hamster died. She was two-and-a-half years old which is pretty good going for that little ball of fluff, admittedly, at her ripe age a lot of that fluff had dropped out, leaving her with random baldness.
She was buried late in the afternoon on the 1st Jan, beneath a flagstone next to the garden pond. The quite interesting thing happened the next night. Having fallen asleep I found myself on a road crossing a 'nothingness, a kind of suspended bridge suspended by nothing. Very odd. In my arms I was holding what I thought was a very small and ugly baby. It lay there with big round eyes and looking up at me. I knew within my mind this was what had been my hamster. But she now looked like a baby and I was being allowed to carry her across that Rainbow Bridge. I knew my hamster was about to enter a new reincarnationry cycle and I was being given the honour of seeing her through it. I began walking across the bridge and she looked up at me and smiled, making her face look even uglier. We then seemed to converse without words.
Thank you for my life with you. She put into my head.
But you slept throughout it in your cage, what kind of life was that? I replied.
But if I did not feel safe and loved, I would not have slept through it. I had a little to finish off and you helped me with it.
Then as we continued over the bridge she began to fade in my arms. Becoming slightly gaseous and fading from me. As I reached the midpoint of the bridgwe I had to stop. I could pass no further and at that point my arms were empty. My baby - as I did often refer to her in life, had gone, becoming as I thought at that time, a human.
I continued to believe that she had jumped the evolutionry cycle and was due to be born human, albeit a bloody ugly one. But it only just struck me when I saw a photo on Facebook this evening, she isn;t coming back as a human, she is coming back as an ape. The picture I saw looked just like she did, but she had a human-like smile which is what confused me. I feel so privilaged that I was able to share that passing over. I know my baby is going to have a wonderful new incarnation if there is still enough forests left for her when she does return.
This is the picture I saw this evening and the little ape is almost exactly how I saw her in my arms. Coincidentally the caption is very appropriate. Almost confirming, in a sense.
She was buried late in the afternoon on the 1st Jan, beneath a flagstone next to the garden pond. The quite interesting thing happened the next night. Having fallen asleep I found myself on a road crossing a 'nothingness, a kind of suspended bridge suspended by nothing. Very odd. In my arms I was holding what I thought was a very small and ugly baby. It lay there with big round eyes and looking up at me. I knew within my mind this was what had been my hamster. But she now looked like a baby and I was being allowed to carry her across that Rainbow Bridge. I knew my hamster was about to enter a new reincarnationry cycle and I was being given the honour of seeing her through it. I began walking across the bridge and she looked up at me and smiled, making her face look even uglier. We then seemed to converse without words.
Thank you for my life with you. She put into my head.
But you slept throughout it in your cage, what kind of life was that? I replied.
But if I did not feel safe and loved, I would not have slept through it. I had a little to finish off and you helped me with it.
Then as we continued over the bridge she began to fade in my arms. Becoming slightly gaseous and fading from me. As I reached the midpoint of the bridgwe I had to stop. I could pass no further and at that point my arms were empty. My baby - as I did often refer to her in life, had gone, becoming as I thought at that time, a human.
I continued to believe that she had jumped the evolutionry cycle and was due to be born human, albeit a bloody ugly one. But it only just struck me when I saw a photo on Facebook this evening, she isn;t coming back as a human, she is coming back as an ape. The picture I saw looked just like she did, but she had a human-like smile which is what confused me. I feel so privilaged that I was able to share that passing over. I know my baby is going to have a wonderful new incarnation if there is still enough forests left for her when she does return.
Tuesday 2 April 2013
A World Of Stangers
You will often hear my kind mention their loneliness, isolation, even abandonment. Until I met shelagh I felt so desperately lonely and sad. I tried to make friends as a youngster. I joined groups and clubs to try to bond with someone - anyone. But it just wasn't happening. We are not unsociable creatures, nor do we think ourselves in any way better or superior. Apart from the fact we know you are destroying a most valuable planet! There just seems to be an inability to form attachments with humans, I guess some of us can make loose friendships with humans, but nothing bonding, nothing with depth or substance to it. It is as though something has been left out of our chemistry in order to be here on earth. Most if not all of us are here to work, have missions, have a purposeful reason. So I am guessing that if we were immersed into too much human emotion and feelings, we would be at risk of abandoning our purpose in favour of the social pleasures.
I have often heard that while on this planet we 'are only human'. I don't go along with that, if we were only human then we would have all the emotional elements intact, but the consistencies running through all of us is the lack of effective emotions. Yes, we can laugh and cry -I mostly have cried - but the bonding process seems completely or almost completely lacking.
I can stand with a group and almost everything discussed I will lack interest in. I think conversations and desires and wishes of most people are petty and banal. It is an inner knowing that there is so much more than what impacts the insulated existence they call their life. This is not intended as a derogatory statement, it is just looked up as an adult listening to a child who has not yet experienced the world and can only speak from their very narrow viewpoint.
Shelagh was of my own kind and is the only person on the planet who truly knew me, the bonding process was instantaneous. Most of our thoughts were sensed by the other, and if she were in town and I wanted to find her, I could go straight to her by thinking about her. We shared the same pleasures without words, we were simply one. As seen from the last post, there were special circumstances that may well have orchestrated this.
Something very similar has been happening recently. Since June 2012 a small group of us have been bonding in a most remarkable way, and I will try to give what details I am permitted to at a later date. suffice to say, this group consists of beings who have been on their solitary for a very long time, but as a emerging group, we are beginning to realise our potentials as a group. My own reorientation, or 're-programming' happened in hospital. I am sure that is when something of Shelagh was merged with me and I had my next mission downloaded in the light. Since then I have shared that 'download. with the other members of this group - this Ohana of mine. The experience for them has happened of a night and I have been the instrument that has bonded the loose group towards a single purpose.
It has taken me a good half of my life to find the Ohana, but before any of it could happen I had to deal with the darkness. A darkness that pursued Sheagh and I from our earliest days. In someways this darkness was a true struggle, in other ways it was a testing ground to make me stronger in myself and fully open to what was really out there.
I have often heard that while on this planet we 'are only human'. I don't go along with that, if we were only human then we would have all the emotional elements intact, but the consistencies running through all of us is the lack of effective emotions. Yes, we can laugh and cry -I mostly have cried - but the bonding process seems completely or almost completely lacking.
I can stand with a group and almost everything discussed I will lack interest in. I think conversations and desires and wishes of most people are petty and banal. It is an inner knowing that there is so much more than what impacts the insulated existence they call their life. This is not intended as a derogatory statement, it is just looked up as an adult listening to a child who has not yet experienced the world and can only speak from their very narrow viewpoint.
Shelagh was of my own kind and is the only person on the planet who truly knew me, the bonding process was instantaneous. Most of our thoughts were sensed by the other, and if she were in town and I wanted to find her, I could go straight to her by thinking about her. We shared the same pleasures without words, we were simply one. As seen from the last post, there were special circumstances that may well have orchestrated this.
Something very similar has been happening recently. Since June 2012 a small group of us have been bonding in a most remarkable way, and I will try to give what details I am permitted to at a later date. suffice to say, this group consists of beings who have been on their solitary for a very long time, but as a emerging group, we are beginning to realise our potentials as a group. My own reorientation, or 're-programming' happened in hospital. I am sure that is when something of Shelagh was merged with me and I had my next mission downloaded in the light. Since then I have shared that 'download. with the other members of this group - this Ohana of mine. The experience for them has happened of a night and I have been the instrument that has bonded the loose group towards a single purpose.
It has taken me a good half of my life to find the Ohana, but before any of it could happen I had to deal with the darkness. A darkness that pursued Sheagh and I from our earliest days. In someways this darkness was a true struggle, in other ways it was a testing ground to make me stronger in myself and fully open to what was really out there.
Monday 1 April 2013
A Street Encounter And An Abduction
This is quite a long post because I want to tie some events together. This all starts back in 1973 when we had moved to new Zealand we lived there for just a few short years....
In 1973 and 15 years old I left school to start my first job. The only incident between then and our return to the UK in 1974 was in the Summer of 1973 when I got talking to a kerbside vagrant I would frequently see sitting in a side-street in town. I passed this way to work which is why I struck up a bit of a conversational relationship with him. I was curious about him and would ask him questions about why he lived the way he did and what he got out of life. My bonding, if it could be called that, was created because he said much of what I felt. Being outside of society and not relating in any way at all to the people around him. 'I might as well be from another planet'. I recall him saying to me. I found myself beginning to talk to his man about myself, the things I did, the places I liked to go, to be alone and think. How I felt about not fitting in. Yet, in something like three months of talking to him it never once crossed my mind to ask him his name
1974 and we were back in Reading UK, my 'fathers' business in NZ never having succeeded to any degree. He eventually faced his family with an ultimatum, 'do we go home or do we try again but in Australia?' They knew this would be their last journey so decided to come back to the UK rather then risk being marooned in Australia.
In 1975 I was working in an electrical retail store in Reading town centre, the job was boring and very uninteresting, my spare time had become consumed with writing science fiction and fantasy, my dreams and imaginings of far-off worlds and alien civilisations. I began writing with a view to being an established author, but soon it became apparent that my writing would not be good enough for publication. This didn't deter me because I found so much pleasure and solace in my imaginings.
One day in the Summer of 1975, (a blistering hot day.) I was working in the shop, (dusting shelves or some other boring exercise.) when a man came into the shop. I was the only staff member working at that moment, so went to the counter to serve him. He began by asking about freezers, he claimed he wanted one for his home. He was quite an old man with closely cropped hair to his scalp and wore a very neat suit with such immaculate creases in the trousers. He looked every part a businessman. He had vivid blue eyes and quite remarkably unlined skin. (how I determined he was 'quite old' I have never been able to reconcile with myself.)
Somehow the subject shifted from domestic freezers to me and we were talking about my childhood. He asked me where I had lived, what I did in my spare time and then asked if I had ever been abroad. (many of his lines of questioning seem odd and totally irrational now, but didn't seem so at the time.) When I said yes, I had been abroad, he jumped in and said 'New Zealand?'
I was surprised to hear him say this, and when I said yes, it was new Zealand, he began to tell me about my life there and how I never felt comfortable anywhere. He then reminded me of a vagrant I used to stop and talk to. (I had forgotten the vagrant until he reminded me at that moment.) This stranger was able to rattle off a lot of what my conversation with the vagrant and I simply stood speechless and bewildered. This man then old me he knew me very well and that I had a purpose being here, he said he knew and understood why I felt like an outsider but that I was important for me to be here. There was little more conversation than that, he picked up the freezer brochures I had selected for him, smiled and said 'be strong', and left without another word.
It was just a year later, 1976 that I suddenly developed 'petty-mal epilepsy' This struck one evening with absolutely no prior warning. On an evening in February 1976 I was watching The Six Million Dollar Man when all of a sudden I had the strange sensation that the sounds in the room and from the television were not identifiable but were hitting me as one garbled sound, like a kind of 'white noise' of distorted sound. I remember no more because apparently I passed out. My aquaintance with epilepsy lasted two years before leaving me alone in 1978, and it abandoned me just as suddenly as it had arrived.
I had one really close call while I had epilepsy. At the time I had a German Shepherd dog who's name was Jack, (he later died in 1980). I was walking him on his usual late night jaunt round the local park and playing fields one frozen January night in 1979, I think it was between 11pm and midnight, when suddenly I felt an epileptic seizure coming on. I stopped walking as the world began to spin crazily as I began to black out. Then the frozen, ice-hardened ground rushed up to meet me.
I woke up in hospital and apparently I had not been found for several hours. Because a man walking for an early shift at work had heard a dog barking continuously from somewhere in the park, the animal sounded in some distress and that is what prompted him to leave the pavement and enter the park. It would have been pitch black in there and as he remarked to me much later, it was only the dog barking that led him to me.
I was frozen cold and the rescuer even thought I might be dead as he raced for the nearest phone box to summon an ambulance. I don't think I even woke the following day because although I know I walked Jack on Sunday night, I have no further memory until Tuesday morning and the Doctor said I was out of most of that time. I was lucky to survive that.
In 1981 when I was 23, I met a lady who was very much older than myself. Shelagh had a son and she existed in an impossible marriage with an abusive, alcoholic husband. I met her through an idea I had to form a re-enactment society, with an impossible notion that it would be themed on Roman gladiatorial combat. (costs of reproduction helmets and weapons would have killed this idea stone dead at the starting gate.) Nonetheless I hand-wrote a postcard and put it in my local newsagent window for just one week. I had one single response, that came from Shelagh who said she had a love of Ancient Rome so she and her son would like to join. Needless to say, the re-enactment group idea died a death but Shelagh and I became very firm friends and I began spending a lot of time with her walking her dog and chatting about numerous subjects.
These chats invariably came round to the occult and Wicca, subjects Shelagh knew such a great deal about, and the reason for her knowledge became clear when eventually she told me that in the 1950s she had been High priestess in a Wiccan coven in he New Forest. This would have been a Gardnarian coven as this was the time and place where Gerald. B. Gardiner was establishing the modern Wiccan framework. She always remained very secretive about the coven work, she took her initiation vows very seriously indeed even though she admitted the coven ceased to exist long before 1981. On other occult and pagan topics she was very open and forthcoming with views and opinions if I asked for them.
In March 1981 I needed to leave my rented room and sought elsewhere to live. Shelagh had a spare room and usually took university students in. As it happened the room was vacant, it's student occupant suddenly deciding a few weeks earlier to leave. So she decided to let me rent it. This was a wonderful suggestion because we were getting on great as friends, and if nothing else, our mutual interests helped deflect her from a drunken husband who's Saturday night binge in the pub had her locking herself in her bedroom by 10pm at the latest. I became aware of how bad things were for her when she said to me. 'I told him just months after marrying him, I don't plan to grow old with him. I will leave him long before then'.
When I moved in, Shelagh began to open out her library to me. I marvelled at shelf after shelf packed with books dealing with the breadth of occult and witchcraft. She had books from old stalwarts such as Sybil Leek, one of the first English witches to really go public with her craft in the 1960s. I particularly took an interest in some of the Theosophical books she had, especially those that mapped out the astral and mental planes o existence. I read all of her Lobsang. T. Rampa, an author who spoke quite vividly of being a lama in Tibet before spending the second part of his life in the body of an Englishman by then name of Cyril Henry Hoskin. I also read the books by Ruth Montgomery, of primary influence on me was her book, 'Strangers Among Us' which introduced me to the concept of 'Walk-ins' A 'walk-in' being a person whose original soul has departed his or her body and replaced with a new soul, either temporarily or permanently. This is done contractually before birth, it is not a forced process, nor is it to be confused with 'possession'. A 'Walk-in' often happens when someone has a 'mission' or purpose usually involved in aiding and assisting the collective consciousness of mankind.
One day we were discussing UFOs, the subject that didn't particularly enthuse Shelagh because it 'is boring'. I had for a time been a member of Contact UK and received their quarterly review of sightings and experiences across the world. Then when I mentioned a case which involved missing time for the witnesses, Shelagh told me of a strange day in her life in the Summer of 1975.
She had walked her German Shepherd dog, Kali, through what was then a sprawling wooded area in the Reading University campus on Whiteknights Road. This campus was open to the public who would often walk their dogs around it's well-trodden woodland paths.
Shelagh used to exercise Kali at a regular time every afternoon so she could be home in plenty of time for when her son finished school at 3.30pm. So her dog-walk would start at 2.30pm and bring her back home for about 3.15pm. She then said that on this particular day seven years previous, she had gone on her usual route, at the usual time. But something went wrong with her plan, because although she walked the woodland tracks as usual and letting Kali run free off her leash, as she was heading out of a clump of trees, she suddenly felt there was something 'wrong' that she couldn’t identify. All she could say was that the day suddenly ‘looked wrong’.
She arrived home, removed her coat and refreshed the dog’s water bowl, (She remark that Kali immediately set to drinking the entire bowlful in one session, a noteworthy difference from usual. Then she walked into the sitting room and saw Julian sat watching television, not only that but her husband was home as well! - and he didn’t usually finish his job till 6pm!
'Where the hell have you been!’ was his response at seeing her walk in.
'Walking Kali, why?’ Shelagh told me that even as she replied, her over-riding question was What are you both doing home so early?
Then her husband pointed at the wall clock,’But where have you been?’
Shelagh glanced at the clock and received her second shock, the time was a little after 6.30pm - over three hours later than it should be. Then she realised why the day looked ‘wrong’, I was because the sun was three hours lower in the sky.
This missing time episode intrigued me, BUT what I hadn't realised at this time was her missing time had occurred same month and same year as the stranger coming into the electrical store and telling me all about myself and about me being here for an 'important' reason. That consideration simply didn't occur until much later!
I knew a professional hypnotherapist, who was a member of the local Magic Circle conjuring club that I was an on and off member of, I had an interest in close-up card magic although I never really got much good at it. I approached Len and asked if he might be an interested in having a subject to regress back a few years. I didn't suggest to either Shelagh or Len there might conceivably be a link to alien abductions. I saw myself as something of a UFO investigator and so tried to uphold a degree of what I thought was professionalism. All I told Len was that Shelagh might have an interesting experience to uncover from a memory block in the summer of 1975.
He arranged the appointments with Shelagh, and within a couple of weeks we began he exploration of the lost three and a half hours. Len initially noted down what verifying data he could, such as details of her clothing, newspaper headlines for the particular day, any small details he could find that might support the authenticity. The dog-walk started at 2.05pm, according to her hypnotic recall, and initially did not deviate from her course. This took her down the side of the school her son attended and onto the campus which was on the far side of the school playing-fields and tennis courts. Everything seemed to be progressing normally, and to be honest, I was expecting her to suddenly develop signs of a seizure of some kind that might have explained the time lapse in her memory.
Then, about halfway round her familiar circuit, she mentions 'something in the trees, like a shiny metal disc in the tops of the trees.' The trees she identified as some distance away across open ground and well of of her route. Nonetheless she felt compelled to walk over to investigate. There was a pause of some moments as she covered the distance in her mind, but the pause was broken occasionally with her remarks about the 'shiny disc flashing brightly in the sunlight.' She reached the edge of the trees on the other side of a small river spanned by a wooden bridge, which she crossed. Then the unexpected suddenly kicked in.
Oh ….!’
What’s wrong?’ Len asked calmly.
I don’t know, I’m going through something.’
Can you describe it?’
I don’t know what it is - it’s like thick ropes and thin threads, thousands of them, they look like they are made from mist and all hanging down from the sky - my God! - it’s even hanging down from the trees!’
Describe to me what is happening.
I can feel that I’m brushing through this stuff. I’ve stopped and I’m looking around, and…and…I…I’m lost, it’s all around me …oohhh which way is out!’
There was a lengthy pause. Len indicated for me to prompted her.
Are you still lost?’ I asked
I’m in somewhere.’
Her tone had suddenly changed, just moments before, she had sounded as lost and confused as she described. But her last remark was calmer and much more relaxed. We also thought her voice contained a dreamlike quality about it.
Where are you?’
I don’t know.’
'Describe what you are seeing.’
What she started talking about next took us all by surprise.
‘A room, a white round room. They are at the end of the room on a raised bit.’
‘Who? Who are at the end of the room?’
‘I don’t know, things - they are …ohhh my dog! Where is she!
Unprompted, Shelagh relaxed a moment later.
‘Where is the dog?’ Len asked
‘She’s stood near me, but I don’t understand it, she’s frozen.’
‘What do you mean, frozen?’
‘Like a film that’s stopped in mid-stride.’
He then asked her how many people or things were in the room.
‘No people, just things. Three on a raised bit, and one off to my left.’
Curious about where she was, she was asked to describe her environment, we already had that she was in a white, round room with a ‘raised bit’ at the end. She went on to describe banks of lights behind the three beings at the far end, and midway between them and her was what looked like a dark gray steel table.
The beings she described as bipedal reptilians, and she made a continual reference to their necks which she described as 'like a turtles. Long, with stretched and wrinkled skin.' She estimated their height at about 1.8m. Their hands articulate, long and clawed. She was then unnerved when one of the creatures lifted a hand, and with a single finger, beckoned her forward.
An instant later, and with no recollection of moving, she found herself standing beside the table with the three beings off the 'raised bit' and now directly in front of her. Then with not a word being said between her or the beings, and as she gazed into the black pits of eyes of one of them, she felt information poured into her mind. Masses and masses of information that slipped past her consciousness at a blinding speed. She tried to grasp it, become aware of what was going into her head, but she couldn't. Then as suddenly as it started, it stopped.
The creature that had fixed Shelagh with it's eyes and conducted the informaition transfer, inclined it’s head very slightly to one side and again, with no awareness of having made a move, Shelagh was face-down on the table and fully aware of the three beings crowding around the table.
‘Oh God!’
‘What is it? What’s the matter?’
‘My back! They’ve pushed something into my spine!’
Len questioned this but she could add no more, just that something cold had been pushed into the base of her spine. She described it as like ‘a cartridge being rammed into the breech of a shotgun’. A sudden downward then sharp upward movement.
‘What is happening now?’
‘I’m no longer on the table, I’m standing before them.’
‘Have they said anything at all? Have you asked anything?’
‘No, they’ve said nothing, and I don’t feel I want to ask.’
Then the beings guided Shelagh to the wall opposite that from which she came in. This guidance seems to have been the first actual physical movement reported from her. She said she passed through the solid wall and was immediately in among the smoky ropes again. She walked through this and back into open air. She then seemed to be walking with her dog at her heels as though nothing had occurred. I asked her:
‘Can you see anything?’
‘No, it’s all gone. I have to go home and forget what happened.’
‘They told you this?’
‘No, not told me, but I know that’s what they want me to do.’
Len finished the session with Shelagh and the dog walking the remainder of the journey round the woods and back to her house. I did ask her if there was anything unusual about the sky and she immediately said the sun was lower than it should be. This could be a regressed memory, or as a result of going under with that prior knowledge.
As an addition to this experience, in 1990, I discovered that on separate occasions, two security guards on the campus witnessed unidentified lights while passing the bridge on the river. They placed their sightings as above the spot where Shelagh described her abduction experience, apparently the did investiate, assuming it was torchlight, but found nothing to explain the dancing lights.
Len told me he had never encountered a regression like this before, and I was left with what I thought was just a very intriguing story. But I had no idea of the floodgate this regression had now opened.
There was nothing out of the ordinary for a few weeks until one day we were sitting watching television when suddenly Shelagh looked to me and said she could see a Red Indian stood behind me.
'What does he look like?'
I looked on as Shelagh closed her eyes and attempted to make psychic contact with an apparition only she could see.
'He's at least six-feet tall, he's very tall indeed with a very broad strong face and an amazing head-dress. It is full of eagle feathers and extends all down his back to below his waist.'
'Can you ask him what he wants?'
'He says he's with you.' with her eyes still closed, she points at me to emphasis her comment. ' Yes, he's with you and says you need to learn and get ready.'
Now I was puzzled. 'Ready for what?'
'he's not saying, he's just repeating that you need to learn and get ready.'
'Does he have a name?'
Shelagh went quiet for a few moments and then chuckled to herself. She then spoke. 'I hate Red Indians and Red Indian names, everybody seems to have either a Red Indian or a Chinaman. I have tried to wipe his image and name out of my mind but he keeps repeating it – well, not as words in my mind, I can see him squatting next to sand and he is writing his name in the sand. He says it is Red Eagle. They all seem to be Red Eagles, White Eagles, Running Horse and Squatting badger.'
I suspected she made the last one up, but I got her point. Shelagh had been a long-term member of the local spiritualist church and had in those years come across many mediums and their guides.
Shelagh had always been a natural psychic and had an uncanny knowledge of people as soon as she met them. Once, she recounted a time when as a young child at school, no more than seven years-old, had a massive argument with another girl in the playground and spinning to face her in fury, yelled at the child 'At least my dad is my REAL dad – unlike yours!'
It really hit the fan with that one because no one apart from the girls parents knew they had adopted her as a baby!
So Shelagh's clairvoyance and mediumship had an astonishing track-record and I exploited this over the next few months as her link to Red Eagle seemed a permanent one I plied him with questions. Then some months into this she old me something that changed my world forever.
'Red Eagle is telling me about your time in New Zealand?'
'Really,' I muttered, my attention not focused on her at all.
'Yes, he is showing me some vagrant squatting at the kerb, he's at the side of a road.'
I looked up at her, my attention now fully switched on, I had never mentioned the vagrant. In fact until this moment, I had completely forgotten the event.
She continued. 'I am not sure what he means, but he says that he was that vagrant, that he wanted to see if you would bother to stop and talk to him.'
'He had a life as that man?'
'Shelagh shook her head. 'No, he says he became physical.' she tapped her forearm to emphasis. 'He became a solid form.'
She had been stood with her eyes closed during this conversation because although she was repeating what he had already told her, she still had a link to him. She opened her eyes and looked at me. 'He says you met him twice?'
Then I remembered the man who had come into the electrical shop back in 1975, how he seemed to know all about me and what I did in New Zealand, the man who knew me but never introduced himself. A second later I realised that the man coming into the electrical shop and knowing about me, now claiming to be a temporary physical apparition of Red Eagle happened in the same month and year of Shelagh's abduction by aliens.
This was my epithany, a moment of true awakening. My understanding of why I was here and what I was doing. All this sudden understanding wasn' in any lucid and conscious sense. It was an awareness that brought with it a sense of ease and comfort I had never felt in my life before this moment.
In 1973 and 15 years old I left school to start my first job. The only incident between then and our return to the UK in 1974 was in the Summer of 1973 when I got talking to a kerbside vagrant I would frequently see sitting in a side-street in town. I passed this way to work which is why I struck up a bit of a conversational relationship with him. I was curious about him and would ask him questions about why he lived the way he did and what he got out of life. My bonding, if it could be called that, was created because he said much of what I felt. Being outside of society and not relating in any way at all to the people around him. 'I might as well be from another planet'. I recall him saying to me. I found myself beginning to talk to his man about myself, the things I did, the places I liked to go, to be alone and think. How I felt about not fitting in. Yet, in something like three months of talking to him it never once crossed my mind to ask him his name
1974 and we were back in Reading UK, my 'fathers' business in NZ never having succeeded to any degree. He eventually faced his family with an ultimatum, 'do we go home or do we try again but in Australia?' They knew this would be their last journey so decided to come back to the UK rather then risk being marooned in Australia.
In 1975 I was working in an electrical retail store in Reading town centre, the job was boring and very uninteresting, my spare time had become consumed with writing science fiction and fantasy, my dreams and imaginings of far-off worlds and alien civilisations. I began writing with a view to being an established author, but soon it became apparent that my writing would not be good enough for publication. This didn't deter me because I found so much pleasure and solace in my imaginings.
One day in the Summer of 1975, (a blistering hot day.) I was working in the shop, (dusting shelves or some other boring exercise.) when a man came into the shop. I was the only staff member working at that moment, so went to the counter to serve him. He began by asking about freezers, he claimed he wanted one for his home. He was quite an old man with closely cropped hair to his scalp and wore a very neat suit with such immaculate creases in the trousers. He looked every part a businessman. He had vivid blue eyes and quite remarkably unlined skin. (how I determined he was 'quite old' I have never been able to reconcile with myself.)
Somehow the subject shifted from domestic freezers to me and we were talking about my childhood. He asked me where I had lived, what I did in my spare time and then asked if I had ever been abroad. (many of his lines of questioning seem odd and totally irrational now, but didn't seem so at the time.) When I said yes, I had been abroad, he jumped in and said 'New Zealand?'
I was surprised to hear him say this, and when I said yes, it was new Zealand, he began to tell me about my life there and how I never felt comfortable anywhere. He then reminded me of a vagrant I used to stop and talk to. (I had forgotten the vagrant until he reminded me at that moment.) This stranger was able to rattle off a lot of what my conversation with the vagrant and I simply stood speechless and bewildered. This man then old me he knew me very well and that I had a purpose being here, he said he knew and understood why I felt like an outsider but that I was important for me to be here. There was little more conversation than that, he picked up the freezer brochures I had selected for him, smiled and said 'be strong', and left without another word.
It was just a year later, 1976 that I suddenly developed 'petty-mal epilepsy' This struck one evening with absolutely no prior warning. On an evening in February 1976 I was watching The Six Million Dollar Man when all of a sudden I had the strange sensation that the sounds in the room and from the television were not identifiable but were hitting me as one garbled sound, like a kind of 'white noise' of distorted sound. I remember no more because apparently I passed out. My aquaintance with epilepsy lasted two years before leaving me alone in 1978, and it abandoned me just as suddenly as it had arrived.
I had one really close call while I had epilepsy. At the time I had a German Shepherd dog who's name was Jack, (he later died in 1980). I was walking him on his usual late night jaunt round the local park and playing fields one frozen January night in 1979, I think it was between 11pm and midnight, when suddenly I felt an epileptic seizure coming on. I stopped walking as the world began to spin crazily as I began to black out. Then the frozen, ice-hardened ground rushed up to meet me.
I woke up in hospital and apparently I had not been found for several hours. Because a man walking for an early shift at work had heard a dog barking continuously from somewhere in the park, the animal sounded in some distress and that is what prompted him to leave the pavement and enter the park. It would have been pitch black in there and as he remarked to me much later, it was only the dog barking that led him to me.
I was frozen cold and the rescuer even thought I might be dead as he raced for the nearest phone box to summon an ambulance. I don't think I even woke the following day because although I know I walked Jack on Sunday night, I have no further memory until Tuesday morning and the Doctor said I was out of most of that time. I was lucky to survive that.
In 1981 when I was 23, I met a lady who was very much older than myself. Shelagh had a son and she existed in an impossible marriage with an abusive, alcoholic husband. I met her through an idea I had to form a re-enactment society, with an impossible notion that it would be themed on Roman gladiatorial combat. (costs of reproduction helmets and weapons would have killed this idea stone dead at the starting gate.) Nonetheless I hand-wrote a postcard and put it in my local newsagent window for just one week. I had one single response, that came from Shelagh who said she had a love of Ancient Rome so she and her son would like to join. Needless to say, the re-enactment group idea died a death but Shelagh and I became very firm friends and I began spending a lot of time with her walking her dog and chatting about numerous subjects.
These chats invariably came round to the occult and Wicca, subjects Shelagh knew such a great deal about, and the reason for her knowledge became clear when eventually she told me that in the 1950s she had been High priestess in a Wiccan coven in he New Forest. This would have been a Gardnarian coven as this was the time and place where Gerald. B. Gardiner was establishing the modern Wiccan framework. She always remained very secretive about the coven work, she took her initiation vows very seriously indeed even though she admitted the coven ceased to exist long before 1981. On other occult and pagan topics she was very open and forthcoming with views and opinions if I asked for them.
In March 1981 I needed to leave my rented room and sought elsewhere to live. Shelagh had a spare room and usually took university students in. As it happened the room was vacant, it's student occupant suddenly deciding a few weeks earlier to leave. So she decided to let me rent it. This was a wonderful suggestion because we were getting on great as friends, and if nothing else, our mutual interests helped deflect her from a drunken husband who's Saturday night binge in the pub had her locking herself in her bedroom by 10pm at the latest. I became aware of how bad things were for her when she said to me. 'I told him just months after marrying him, I don't plan to grow old with him. I will leave him long before then'.
When I moved in, Shelagh began to open out her library to me. I marvelled at shelf after shelf packed with books dealing with the breadth of occult and witchcraft. She had books from old stalwarts such as Sybil Leek, one of the first English witches to really go public with her craft in the 1960s. I particularly took an interest in some of the Theosophical books she had, especially those that mapped out the astral and mental planes o existence. I read all of her Lobsang. T. Rampa, an author who spoke quite vividly of being a lama in Tibet before spending the second part of his life in the body of an Englishman by then name of Cyril Henry Hoskin. I also read the books by Ruth Montgomery, of primary influence on me was her book, 'Strangers Among Us' which introduced me to the concept of 'Walk-ins' A 'walk-in' being a person whose original soul has departed his or her body and replaced with a new soul, either temporarily or permanently. This is done contractually before birth, it is not a forced process, nor is it to be confused with 'possession'. A 'Walk-in' often happens when someone has a 'mission' or purpose usually involved in aiding and assisting the collective consciousness of mankind.
One day we were discussing UFOs, the subject that didn't particularly enthuse Shelagh because it 'is boring'. I had for a time been a member of Contact UK and received their quarterly review of sightings and experiences across the world. Then when I mentioned a case which involved missing time for the witnesses, Shelagh told me of a strange day in her life in the Summer of 1975.
She had walked her German Shepherd dog, Kali, through what was then a sprawling wooded area in the Reading University campus on Whiteknights Road. This campus was open to the public who would often walk their dogs around it's well-trodden woodland paths.
Shelagh used to exercise Kali at a regular time every afternoon so she could be home in plenty of time for when her son finished school at 3.30pm. So her dog-walk would start at 2.30pm and bring her back home for about 3.15pm. She then said that on this particular day seven years previous, she had gone on her usual route, at the usual time. But something went wrong with her plan, because although she walked the woodland tracks as usual and letting Kali run free off her leash, as she was heading out of a clump of trees, she suddenly felt there was something 'wrong' that she couldn’t identify. All she could say was that the day suddenly ‘looked wrong’.
She arrived home, removed her coat and refreshed the dog’s water bowl, (She remark that Kali immediately set to drinking the entire bowlful in one session, a noteworthy difference from usual. Then she walked into the sitting room and saw Julian sat watching television, not only that but her husband was home as well! - and he didn’t usually finish his job till 6pm!
'Where the hell have you been!’ was his response at seeing her walk in.
'Walking Kali, why?’ Shelagh told me that even as she replied, her over-riding question was What are you both doing home so early?
Then her husband pointed at the wall clock,’But where have you been?’
Shelagh glanced at the clock and received her second shock, the time was a little after 6.30pm - over three hours later than it should be. Then she realised why the day looked ‘wrong’, I was because the sun was three hours lower in the sky.
This missing time episode intrigued me, BUT what I hadn't realised at this time was her missing time had occurred same month and same year as the stranger coming into the electrical store and telling me all about myself and about me being here for an 'important' reason. That consideration simply didn't occur until much later!
I knew a professional hypnotherapist, who was a member of the local Magic Circle conjuring club that I was an on and off member of, I had an interest in close-up card magic although I never really got much good at it. I approached Len and asked if he might be an interested in having a subject to regress back a few years. I didn't suggest to either Shelagh or Len there might conceivably be a link to alien abductions. I saw myself as something of a UFO investigator and so tried to uphold a degree of what I thought was professionalism. All I told Len was that Shelagh might have an interesting experience to uncover from a memory block in the summer of 1975.
He arranged the appointments with Shelagh, and within a couple of weeks we began he exploration of the lost three and a half hours. Len initially noted down what verifying data he could, such as details of her clothing, newspaper headlines for the particular day, any small details he could find that might support the authenticity. The dog-walk started at 2.05pm, according to her hypnotic recall, and initially did not deviate from her course. This took her down the side of the school her son attended and onto the campus which was on the far side of the school playing-fields and tennis courts. Everything seemed to be progressing normally, and to be honest, I was expecting her to suddenly develop signs of a seizure of some kind that might have explained the time lapse in her memory.
Then, about halfway round her familiar circuit, she mentions 'something in the trees, like a shiny metal disc in the tops of the trees.' The trees she identified as some distance away across open ground and well of of her route. Nonetheless she felt compelled to walk over to investigate. There was a pause of some moments as she covered the distance in her mind, but the pause was broken occasionally with her remarks about the 'shiny disc flashing brightly in the sunlight.' She reached the edge of the trees on the other side of a small river spanned by a wooden bridge, which she crossed. Then the unexpected suddenly kicked in.
Oh ….!’
What’s wrong?’ Len asked calmly.
I don’t know, I’m going through something.’
Can you describe it?’
I don’t know what it is - it’s like thick ropes and thin threads, thousands of them, they look like they are made from mist and all hanging down from the sky - my God! - it’s even hanging down from the trees!’
Describe to me what is happening.
I can feel that I’m brushing through this stuff. I’ve stopped and I’m looking around, and…and…I…I’m lost, it’s all around me …oohhh which way is out!’
There was a lengthy pause. Len indicated for me to prompted her.
Are you still lost?’ I asked
I’m in somewhere.’
Her tone had suddenly changed, just moments before, she had sounded as lost and confused as she described. But her last remark was calmer and much more relaxed. We also thought her voice contained a dreamlike quality about it.
Where are you?’
I don’t know.’
'Describe what you are seeing.’
What she started talking about next took us all by surprise.
‘A room, a white round room. They are at the end of the room on a raised bit.’
‘Who? Who are at the end of the room?’
‘I don’t know, things - they are …ohhh my dog! Where is she!
Unprompted, Shelagh relaxed a moment later.
‘Where is the dog?’ Len asked
‘She’s stood near me, but I don’t understand it, she’s frozen.’
‘What do you mean, frozen?’
‘Like a film that’s stopped in mid-stride.’
He then asked her how many people or things were in the room.
‘No people, just things. Three on a raised bit, and one off to my left.’
Curious about where she was, she was asked to describe her environment, we already had that she was in a white, round room with a ‘raised bit’ at the end. She went on to describe banks of lights behind the three beings at the far end, and midway between them and her was what looked like a dark gray steel table.
The beings she described as bipedal reptilians, and she made a continual reference to their necks which she described as 'like a turtles. Long, with stretched and wrinkled skin.' She estimated their height at about 1.8m. Their hands articulate, long and clawed. She was then unnerved when one of the creatures lifted a hand, and with a single finger, beckoned her forward.
An instant later, and with no recollection of moving, she found herself standing beside the table with the three beings off the 'raised bit' and now directly in front of her. Then with not a word being said between her or the beings, and as she gazed into the black pits of eyes of one of them, she felt information poured into her mind. Masses and masses of information that slipped past her consciousness at a blinding speed. She tried to grasp it, become aware of what was going into her head, but she couldn't. Then as suddenly as it started, it stopped.
The creature that had fixed Shelagh with it's eyes and conducted the informaition transfer, inclined it’s head very slightly to one side and again, with no awareness of having made a move, Shelagh was face-down on the table and fully aware of the three beings crowding around the table.
‘Oh God!’
‘What is it? What’s the matter?’
‘My back! They’ve pushed something into my spine!’
Len questioned this but she could add no more, just that something cold had been pushed into the base of her spine. She described it as like ‘a cartridge being rammed into the breech of a shotgun’. A sudden downward then sharp upward movement.
‘What is happening now?’
‘I’m no longer on the table, I’m standing before them.’
‘Have they said anything at all? Have you asked anything?’
‘No, they’ve said nothing, and I don’t feel I want to ask.’
Then the beings guided Shelagh to the wall opposite that from which she came in. This guidance seems to have been the first actual physical movement reported from her. She said she passed through the solid wall and was immediately in among the smoky ropes again. She walked through this and back into open air. She then seemed to be walking with her dog at her heels as though nothing had occurred. I asked her:
‘Can you see anything?’
‘No, it’s all gone. I have to go home and forget what happened.’
‘They told you this?’
‘No, not told me, but I know that’s what they want me to do.’
Len finished the session with Shelagh and the dog walking the remainder of the journey round the woods and back to her house. I did ask her if there was anything unusual about the sky and she immediately said the sun was lower than it should be. This could be a regressed memory, or as a result of going under with that prior knowledge.
As an addition to this experience, in 1990, I discovered that on separate occasions, two security guards on the campus witnessed unidentified lights while passing the bridge on the river. They placed their sightings as above the spot where Shelagh described her abduction experience, apparently the did investiate, assuming it was torchlight, but found nothing to explain the dancing lights.
Len told me he had never encountered a regression like this before, and I was left with what I thought was just a very intriguing story. But I had no idea of the floodgate this regression had now opened.
There was nothing out of the ordinary for a few weeks until one day we were sitting watching television when suddenly Shelagh looked to me and said she could see a Red Indian stood behind me.
'What does he look like?'
I looked on as Shelagh closed her eyes and attempted to make psychic contact with an apparition only she could see.
'He's at least six-feet tall, he's very tall indeed with a very broad strong face and an amazing head-dress. It is full of eagle feathers and extends all down his back to below his waist.'
'Can you ask him what he wants?'
'He says he's with you.' with her eyes still closed, she points at me to emphasis her comment. ' Yes, he's with you and says you need to learn and get ready.'
Now I was puzzled. 'Ready for what?'
'he's not saying, he's just repeating that you need to learn and get ready.'
'Does he have a name?'
Shelagh went quiet for a few moments and then chuckled to herself. She then spoke. 'I hate Red Indians and Red Indian names, everybody seems to have either a Red Indian or a Chinaman. I have tried to wipe his image and name out of my mind but he keeps repeating it – well, not as words in my mind, I can see him squatting next to sand and he is writing his name in the sand. He says it is Red Eagle. They all seem to be Red Eagles, White Eagles, Running Horse and Squatting badger.'
I suspected she made the last one up, but I got her point. Shelagh had been a long-term member of the local spiritualist church and had in those years come across many mediums and their guides.
Shelagh had always been a natural psychic and had an uncanny knowledge of people as soon as she met them. Once, she recounted a time when as a young child at school, no more than seven years-old, had a massive argument with another girl in the playground and spinning to face her in fury, yelled at the child 'At least my dad is my REAL dad – unlike yours!'
It really hit the fan with that one because no one apart from the girls parents knew they had adopted her as a baby!
So Shelagh's clairvoyance and mediumship had an astonishing track-record and I exploited this over the next few months as her link to Red Eagle seemed a permanent one I plied him with questions. Then some months into this she old me something that changed my world forever.
'Red Eagle is telling me about your time in New Zealand?'
'Really,' I muttered, my attention not focused on her at all.
'Yes, he is showing me some vagrant squatting at the kerb, he's at the side of a road.'
I looked up at her, my attention now fully switched on, I had never mentioned the vagrant. In fact until this moment, I had completely forgotten the event.
She continued. 'I am not sure what he means, but he says that he was that vagrant, that he wanted to see if you would bother to stop and talk to him.'
'He had a life as that man?'
'Shelagh shook her head. 'No, he says he became physical.' she tapped her forearm to emphasis. 'He became a solid form.'
She had been stood with her eyes closed during this conversation because although she was repeating what he had already told her, she still had a link to him. She opened her eyes and looked at me. 'He says you met him twice?'
Then I remembered the man who had come into the electrical shop back in 1975, how he seemed to know all about me and what I did in New Zealand, the man who knew me but never introduced himself. A second later I realised that the man coming into the electrical shop and knowing about me, now claiming to be a temporary physical apparition of Red Eagle happened in the same month and year of Shelagh's abduction by aliens.
This was my epithany, a moment of true awakening. My understanding of why I was here and what I was doing. All this sudden understanding wasn' in any lucid and conscious sense. It was an awareness that brought with it a sense of ease and comfort I had never felt in my life before this moment.
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