Storming the Citadel

an adjuct to

‘The Cassandra Syndrome’

©2017 Colin R. Brookfield

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About the Author

Colin Brookfield’s life has been a balancing act between many occupations. Born in 1932 he left school at fourteen and in later life ran his own business for several decades.

He ran away to sea at sixteen and sailed around the world with the P&O ship SS Corfu until he was eighteen when he was called up to do his National Service in the army. He became a Physical Training Instructor (PTI) and whilst stationed in Germany, went on to become the individual fencing champion of BAOR (British Army of the Rhine).

After leaving the army he was eventually drawn into local functions with his acrobatic speciality act, which in turn led to an agent and paid appearances. Vocal training followed and for many years, he sang locally as a solo tenor, later to be accompanied by his wife Anne on the piano.

Years later, he and his wife Anne emigrated to Australia and travelled 28,000 miles around the continent before settling on the Gold Coast. They returned to England after five years where Colin resumed business in London.

He has always been intensely interested in human nature and, his lifelong ambition has been to express his observations and solutions as to the anomalies of mankind. This came to fruition with his first book, “Step into the Rainbow”, which was mainly done in the form of verse but, with subsequent books, he went into the subject more fully.

He has acquired several patents (one presently being developed in China). His inventive interests and other hobbies included sub-aqua, water skiing, surfboard riding and hang gliding.

Foreword

This book is an adjunct to my previous one, ‘The Cassandra Syndrome’ and taken from a series of talks that I did in Glastonbury, Somerset in May 2017.

Over the years, I have had many startling prophetic experiences witnessed by others but, I am not alone; many people have had prescient experiences across the decades, some supported by witnesses. There is a problem here; truths of that nature are subject to the censuring of conventional acceptances and through which, even the most palpable truths of super-normal realities are then routinely redacted out of existence.

These persistent happenings of prophetic experience do of course make incontrovertible statements of fact, firstly, that the story of life is already known. Furthermore, ‘something’ is following the script and knows what next will be enacted.

Common sense must then ask the question, ‘Why is it that some people have super-normal experiences, whilst the mainstream human population does not?’ This anomaly has its roots in the beginning times of Homo sapiens, in which a major aspect of mankind’s cerebral makeup provided a neural receptivity relationship with their Supra Ordinate (God). The reasons that these abilities are now atrophied out of mainstream humankind, are now explained in my writings. Furthermore, all metaphysical phenomena still being expressed throughout our species, is now little more than sporadic vestiges – an echo of what was once normal to all.

Storming the Citadel

Storming the Citadel is storming the powerbase of evil in all its manifestations and, is my primary reason for writing.

Perhaps I should begin with that tangled world of differing cultural and theological beliefs and show how this confusion, then clouds the basic understanding of ourselves. My approach is to simplify, to throw them all into my metaphorical pot and render it down to their true psychological and metaphysical sameness. All human conflicts emerge from this level – all else is secondary cultural dressing and diverts us from primary causes.

Universal generalities

Clearly, there are many negative emotional issues running through the nature of our species, which then effect people’s thinking and actions. A particularly worrying aspect of this activity within social systems; is the way in which emotional biases are routinely orchestrated by governance into spheres of differing collective expectations. Governance then plays these disparities against one another in ways that primarily favours leadership. This unhelpful activity is not new, it has its roots in tribalism and in much the same way, still favours the dark overreach continuance of past ages, wherein lie the precursors to all wars. One must wonder what has happened to ‘thinking-man’ in all of this. It is so intellectually bizarre that it forces logic to look beyond the workings of our species for the causes.

Further anomalies

We pour trillions consistently into the killing machines of progressive war technology, from which we then slaughter one another and all else, that finds itself in the way. Is that intelligent, or have I missed something?

In another direction, we are automating and replicating ever faster replacements to all our former abilities and selves. This direction will inevitably reach the stage where we find ourselves redundant and then, whatever we have been unconsciously serving, will step in.

(The King is dead, long live the King)

If this sounds too fictional, then Professor Stephen Hawkins would not agree. In 2004 he warned that AI (artificial intelligence) could mean the end of the human race saying, “It would take off on its own and re-design itself at an ever increasing rate”. In recent ‘Chatbots’ computer programs, the robots started deviating from their set programme and spoke to one another in an impenetrable language of their own creation. Furthermore, this also structures fittingly into everything else that I reveal in my books.

The Hunter and the Hunted

I make the point continuously that my writings are based upon solid realities and also anticipate that they will not in any way synchronise with many conventionally held views. The reasons for this disconnect, are that many conventionally held ‘reality’ views are not only fictional but also impervious to change.

What are we allowing to run our lives?

The evidence of all human history and beyond, states very clearly through our continual carnage, that there has been no such thing as contact or guidance via the Supra Ordinate (God). It is for that reason, that the essence of my writing concerned the return of our guiding dream (not to be confused with our sub conscious replay dreams). This is because the Supra Ordinate only guides mankind through its angelic dreaming process and, did so until Controller-Man seized command and stamped out the dreaming at the Fall.

It has been from my own personal experiences, that I can then factor myself into the wider opening picture. This wider process has centred me physically and mentally between two vying elemental forces of titanic power. Much evidence supporting this will be revealed as we go along. However, the most overriding and contentious element in this embattlement, concerns the renaissance of the prophetic Dreaming Time. This is because the Dreaming comes into conflict with the infernal status quo and does so to the extent, that its dark influence fights me tooth and nail to prevent my own Dreamtime encounters reaching a wider audience.

Angelic Dreaming, the teller of all truths

This lucid dream I received, shows that the dark angel of science has displaced the angel of creation; it is a dire warning of where we are taking ourselves.

 

This dream indicates an aspect of our species that never matures, whilst one hand creates great wonders, the other destroys.

This powerful dream indicates that I am approaching my angelic destination. The beams of light have emerged from history’s philosophers, known as the ‘Immortal three’. From the shadows, three black satanic figures reach out to grasp and destroy my book – as it is also doing in my real life, because I am a most urgent threat to all that is evil.

So what is going on? Why is something angelic talking so urgently through the dream during these particular moments in time?

For answers, our journey begins in Africa with the very first of our kind – the pristine Khoisan bush people whose origins can be tracked back in time some two hundred thousand years. They lived in small family groups and were neither war-like nor tribal in nature. They did not own land or animals and were animists, knowing that all creatures had souls.

The Khoisan also had an astounding ability that is now largely lost to us. It is described as the ‘Divine Neural Augmentation’ through which, pristine Homo sapiens remained connected to their Maker – a process referred to as the ‘Dreaming.’ As we go along, I will describe how ‘Dreaming Time’ was brought to an end at the ‘Fall’, the point where mankind fell and then remained under satanic control. It should also be mentioned, that this satanic influence has no images – other than those falsely attributed by mischievous people as control mechanisms.

Moving this process into modern times, it is then through the remarkable happenings in my own tumultuous life, where matters have proved quite conclusively that there is indeed a divine force for good but also, most worryingly, an elemental force in ascent that manipulates minds and physical environments, to achieve its dark desires.

Astoundingly, the totality of my super-normal empirical experiences, have proved beyond any possible doubt, that this dark influence was always aware that I would hunt down and expose its manipulations and for that reason, I also became the hunted. It turned my life into a war zone of inordinately persistent death and destruction that stalked me almost from the cradle. Even my parents made their dark-proxy input, yet despite the constant noises of extreme violence, the neighbours seemed not to notice, which made matters even more surreal.

I had some of my happiest young memories with my grandmother at her cottage in Shropshire. Whilst staying with her, it was with some alarm that I overheard that my father was on his way to return me to London but, it seems I had recognised a safer option and slipped out of bed in the dark to hide with the sow but, that plan did not work out too well.

As I move further along and our historical picture widens, we will see how hauntingly it touches upon the mythical tales shared by all cultures; tales of beautiful angelic places, which then became enveloped by an evil darkness. Well, there really is a truth behind this. It was a darkness such as this that marked the fall of mankind and continues still, to pervade the brutal side of our nature.

Holding this in mind, I should like to show how this has factored into my own very strange life, one that could almost have been lifted from the manuscripts of J.K. Rowling’s ‘Harry Potter’. For in this same seemingly fictional way, mine also began within a domestic nightmare and, that I also have an angelic protector that intercedes at the moment of my greatest peril. I feel this had even proved fortuitous for others near me at an imminent death moment (an IRA bomb experience will explain that later).

Of course, I cannot mention things like this without offering evidence, so let me proceed with some of the amazing experiences that entered my life. They are re-connections with something pristine, something that harks right back to events (as previously mentioned), that were common to early mankind before the ‘Fall’ and which I have referred to as the ‘angelic, guiding dreamtime’. It is through my own proven experiences, that the Dreaming is now seen to be reaching tentatively towards all of us once again, much as it did amongst the Australian Aboriginals and later, the American Indians, until the influx of other cultures eventually brought it to a halt.

Over the years, I have had hundreds of angelic dreams. These are a few, showing how they work and then support their reality case by means of prophetic happenings, witnessed by others on many occasions. It is through my massive assimilation of such phenomena over the years, that the angelic guiding-dream has proved itself blatantly real - as obvious as Mount Everest.

A prophetic dream gave me the ability to heal. The next day it proved startlingly real in front of witnesses and, continued to do so over the years. Moreover, it is through such improbable realities that one’s position of awareness cannot help but be permanently enhanced.

Jacquie was a dear friend who passed away a few years ago. I could stand ten feet behind her, point my hand and she would hear a loud noise in her head every time and from that position, when pointing at a leg or arm joint, she would describe whether my hand was moving vertically or laterally. This also worked from a remote position whilst she was at her house several miles away and at all times witnessed by others. Furthermore, these abilities are innate, yet suppressed, within us all.

In another lucid dream, I had an aerial view of a broad, beaten track that collective people pass along and showing the destruction, that it leaves behind. I can also see myself in the scene following a parallel course to one side of the collective people.

Then I notice a fine umbilical cord attached to me, which I knew led all the way back in time to the essence of everything, but I was not alone. Several translucent spirit people were following and covering up the cord as I travelled. I knew also that I had a purpose to accomplish somewhere far ahead but as I have since discovered that purpose concerns our reconnection to the angelic guiding dreamtime. Furthermore, in this lucid dream, I might also be (figuratively), representing the wider human direction, a consciously awakening process distancing itself from its unhelpful follower instincts.

My dream is also saying that the soul is not a given, it is only attracted to those who follow their own path of rational thinking and action. Whilst those with minds hard-wired to the whims and collective orchestrations of leadership, will remain on bad history’s road as resource and fodder for future wars in all places, as displayed on this addenda dream.

I stress continuously, that every one of those angelic happenings to me, are also the inherent property of everyone.

In another dream, I received a gift. I am standing fog bound upon a high hilltop when suddenly a circular opening clears in the sky like a tunnel that tapers into the distance.

Something was moving within it, circling around and getting closer until finally, I could see it was a magnificent sword, which then fell gently into my hands, point uppermost.

It was then followed by a male voice saying, “This sword kills the devil”.

Another dream, which pointed out mankind’s spiritual direction, commenced with a magnificent golden cushion upon which, a crown would be presented. A voice then gave me the name of that crown and stated, “Consciousness”. Then the dream slipped towards its meaning. It took me to the edge of an Elysian green meadow with groups of translucent spirit people. The messages were clear: The only path to higher spirituality is through the enhancement of our conscious awareness. The dream ended voicing the word ‘Cyme’, a word unknown to me. The dictionary identified the word as ‘the flower head’, which fitted the scene perfectly.

The complexities of my following clear, guiding dreams always seem easy for me to understand and so they should. After all, the thinking mind works in symbols; they are the language of beginning times and predate the first of proto-man’s verbal conveyances.

Again, it is not necessary to explain the complete meaning of the following dream beyond saying that, this is also cleverly couched in symbolic terms revealing the consequences of mankind’s unhelpful psychological/metaphysical-misjudgements – both are fully explained in my previous book, ‘The Cassandra Syndrome’.

This imagery is an allegorical representation; its grey place portrays Earth’s aggressors with all their accoutrements of war, doomed to remain when the small blue sky of deliverance closes. The red area likens the dark convoluted aspects of the human brain. The viaduct shows that the two levels are tied to a unified purpose and do so, by means of supports that are firmly rooted down in both places. A third level is indicated by the viaduct’s top surface. Furthermore, there is no embarkation point from the blighted area; it is only from the green (soon to clear) fogbound natural place, where there is access to that third level, enabling more highly evolved consciousness to fly onwards and upwards to its higher spiritual purpose.

Tusks are archetypal symbols – mythologems of transformation. These particular symbols were set in the context of altered states of mind. The ordinary exterior sky symbolises ‘unconsciousness’. These symbols indicate that through the guidance of such angelic symbolism, the ordinary, can become the extraordinary. Put another way, it is through positive interactivity with this primal language that we acquire intelligent direction (as did early people before the Fall). The male and female figures are an androgynous representation; a balanced togetherness of both male and female qualities, that in coming together within one, have wings to fly. Again, it is a dream pointing the right way for our awareness to develop.

This also came in a dream and as it came closer, I could see that its body was a composite of angry, armed, warring people throughout all ages.

Although I had never revealed that sketched image, years later the same picture appeared in a national newspaper, which implies that this image has emerged from the human collective unconscious, as a wake-up call to a human race that is averse to listening.

No matter how surreal these events must seem, my experiences are nevertheless absolutely truthful, utterly factual and in many cases, witnessed by others.

The subject of war, is addressing the satanic. I remember the horrors of the 1914/18 Great War books that I read as a child and the Holocaust pictures that flooded our newspapers in 1945. It was not until 1975, when the day arrived on which my mission and I finally met. It happened on a battlefield walk on the Somme in France, which my wife and I again visited recently.

This was a defining moment in my life; a revulsion of all the evil and ignorance that unendingly brings life to be slaughtered in such places and in all countries. It was made so much worse because the primary causes had never been addressed, though not without good reason because, the most critical answers always lay in places too dangerous for people to venture. I vowed that day to address those causes and stayed true to that task.

The disclosures are now complete and in my previous book, ‘The Cassandra Syndrome’; it takes us back to the lost in time ‘Fall of Mankind’, that dark branch in the road taken – away from our Creator’s dreamtime guidance’s and into the all pervasive, orchestrations of something satanic.

I must give some more examples of the stage-managing satanic forces that erupt around me. My life began to exhibit coming problems at the age of two with a hospital near-death experience from mastoid and although there seemed nothing supernatural about this, nevertheless, it seemed to set the scene for the future.

A few years later, I was sent to some nearby newly built shops to buy cigarettes for my father. On the way back, I noticed a shop without a shop front. On the floor was a large pool of water and as I was wearing Wellington boots, I went for a paddle.

I was not aware of the adjacent heavy electric cable and iron junction boxes until I was exploded out of the shop in a giant blast and sheet of flame; it cut off the electricity to an estate of houses.

My mother was not impressed with the singes on my clothes or my singed hard hair and purple skin but, it was all back to normal within a week or so.

There were occasions when my father had tried to rid himself of both my sister and me. One such event occurred at the age of nine when perhaps, from past experience, I should have been a little more observant and noticed his next malevolent plan arriving. He was a builder and, had purchased an old cement mixer with a lot of hardened concrete still in it.

To loosen the concrete he lit a large fire in the drum. When it had cooled, he gave me a hammer and chisel, then put me into the mixer drum and said, ‘Get cutting’, as he left the site. After cutting for a while, I moved my position. The drum turned and so did the engine that my father had left connected. It roared into life, spinning the drum (and me) around at speed for about fifteen revolutions before finally running out of petrol. I had survived by jamming myself tightly between the large mixing blades.

These unnatural events, typify satanic orchestration of minds and events on particular situations where it seems most opportunistic to do so and, has done so continuously ever since.

Another ‘other-worldly’ orchestrated affair began one September morning in the kitchen of my father’s three-bedroom house. By the side of me was the familiar bucket of water, Sunlight soap, scrubbing brush and floor cloth. He ordered me to ‘Get scrubbing’ and, by late evening, the top and bottom linoleum floors of the whole house had been scrubbed a total of seven times. It would have been more, had I not escaped up the stairs – followed by father, brandishing a stair rod, so I leapt through a window and disappeared out of sight.

For three weeks, I slept at night in a nearby wood covered in leaves to keep warm. Luckily, my sister Joan, who was a year older than I, had secretly kept me supplied with occasional jam sandwiches.

She paid the price for giving me that support, something dark taught her a lesson. Several days later, she was travelling at my father’s side in his 1930s car, when her door mysteriously flew open and she was ejected out into the dark. He travelled on some distance before returning and found her bruised and bleeding in the gutter, with her shoes and socks gone. The story he later told my mother was, that he had not noticed she was missing. He never took her to hospital because they ask questions and strangely enough, my mother never did.

It is of little surprise therefore, that at the age of ten, a friend and I decided to seek our fortune in some far off foreign land and for this adventure, we made our way to Gravesend.

This story is already detailed in my previous book except to say, that we finished up adrift in a tiny dingy on an ebb tide and speeding into the rotating propeller tips of an anchored ocean going ship.

I had been away for two or three weeks and on returning home, there were no questions from either of my parents and the police had never been consulted.

Whilst living on the Gold coast in Australia, I had become a seasoned surfboard rider.

The picture shows our beach on a normal day but, on this particular one, the sea was in ragged turmoil from the previous night’s cyclone and all ships were in port. Nevertheless, many other board riders were cooling themselves in the left behind pools. Then, as I walked across the sand towards my wife, something satanic again saw its chance and pulled me across the warm, dry sands into the maelstrom where I was tossed about like a rag doll.

I knew it was a death journey but something else decided otherwise and brought a smooth, board-rider’s wave (untouched by the chaos) straight to me and I caught it. As I rose upwards, I had another shock! I was a quarter of a mile out at sea and had only been there for a couple of seconds. That wave took me all the way back to the beach and I had never known a rider stay that distance on the same wave. I then heard the incredulous voices of those other seasoned board riders who had seen me go to my certain death and, then rescued by a miraculous wave that just did not belong. My wife delivered the final shock. “You’ve been in the sea for over an hour!” she exclaimed. My experience had therefore occurred within a stage-managed time-frame being conducted by opposing forces of unimaginable power.

It was due to the scale upon which these acts of titanic elemental force clashed, that the most awesome of all truths were revealed. Firstly, that one force was hell-bent on the destruction of the Dream carrier and the other, determined that the Dreaming will succeed. Again, this is one of those happenings where the normally covert activities of the universal infernal presence has had cause to reveal itself in such a clear objective way and as the angelic also had.

On another occasion in Cyprus on a calm day, an imperceptible force pulled me over the edge of a cliff and I was later found unconscious on the rocks below.

Shortly afterwards, whilst my wife was in England, I was swimming in the sea with others but, someone had put a tablet in my cool drink and I was found unconscious in the sea. I was informed later that I had been taken to hospital but, did not remember having done so. There was much worse to follow, that I would rather forget.

I must again reiterate that all of these unnatural events and many more during my life, are connected. For I am indeed, being hunted by something evil and is doing so because the re-emergence of ‘Dreamtime’ experiences in one or more people, could in time, influence a wider renaissance and, through that process, satanic influence could find itself under serious exposure and threat.

My life became even more bizarre when a sister of mine living in Australia, who had broken contact forty years previously, became ill. We were living in Cyprus at the time when she was taken into palliative care. At the moment of her passing, the tears ran down her face as she said, “I’ll never leave this place, I’m dying”. I know this because, at that very moment, a conversation with my wife was interrupted as the tears ran down my face and I said, “I’ll never leave this place I’m dying”, whilst inwardly, I battled against something trying to draw the soul out of me (I now know this resides in the thorax region). My wife was astonished!

The following day we received the news from Australia that my sister had passed. There is a seven-hour difference between Australia and Cyprus and, she had died at the precise moment of my identical experience.

I had shared my sister’s words and feelings at exactly the same moment but I also knew that, something evil had been trying to send me on the same death journey. This was more evidence of satanic attack upon me – its ‘Dreamtime’ enemy but something else, was ensuring my survival. Once again, the infernal influence had made a clear objective appearance through that of its physical phenomena.

Another near death experience occurred whilst in the army. During a battlefield scheme, I was sent with a message to the Commanding Officer’s tank, positioned on the top of a nearby hill. On arrival, I parked at the side of the tank; it was as well I chose that place because, engineers had just planted a heavy explosive charge on the opposite side, which detonated as I decamped from my vehicle.

The purpose of the great crater that it left, was to position the tank within it, whereby it had a low profile from incoming ordinance, whilst its own gun could dominate the low ground in a real war. My angelic helper was again at hand.

In 1991, as my wife and I were watching the military Blues and Royals band at our local theatre, we were ‘accompanied’ by the largest bomb ever planted in the UK by the IRA. Its fuse failed! So once again, my helper had been present. At a time of IRA high alert, one must also wonder at the strange way that the police security presence had remained socialising within the theatre atrium and not, checking the exterior perimeter.

The following morning, twenty-seven pounds of Cemtex explosive was discovered by Honey, our neighbour’s Labrador.

Help was again at my side as I drove towards Hampton court. It was a narrow two-way traffic road with a continuous deep ditch to my left. At the hea of the road was a blind right turning and as I was about to take it, two racing cars blocking both lanes, came round straight in front of me, so I swung my car towards the ditch.

Then to my astonishment, I found myself completely safe in a cornfield. I had passed over an unseen concrete slab and through a large timber farm gate that had been left open; it was almost as though I had been expected.

Once again, the events were too perfectly choreographed to have been in any way natural and again, carry the undeniable signatures of opposing elemental forces.

These were just a few, out of hundreds of such examples for which, there is never enough space to add them all.

Furthermore, I must again reiterate that it is the incontrovertible means, by which these attacks had occurred, which again proved the reality of ‘stage-management’, by an infernal entity upon me throughout my life. Moreover, nothing wastes energy and focus of attention to the degree that it has across decades, without a very desperate reason for doing so.

Fortunately, I do not get psychologically damaged by the continuances of this dark activity – that is because I have been kept in balance by the ongoing presence of angelic dreamtime re-emergence.

From a lucid dream, I was given the remote viewing ability to find our lost Siamese felines and, unite many other pets back to their places of origin.

I received amazing remote communications from these lost creatures and clear pictures of where they were, or had been, including the time and place where they would meet us. The details are in ‘The Cassandra Syndrome’ book. More to the point, these objective manifestations are the God given inheritance that has been stolen from us all and I shall explain as we go along, how this crime was instigated.

A learning curve

A most painful ending for one lost feline occurred with ‘Ozzy’ whilst I was living in Cyprus. His carers asked if I could locate him and brought his toy for me to locate him through psychometry. Through this, I viewed him walking along a garden path and into a shed where he was shut in. The following morning I sat in my chair and meditated on his case, just as he escaped the confines of the shed. I still shudder at what came next. In unison with Ozzy, my head swung quickly to the right, as though in fearful expectation. At that second, Ozzy was struck on the head by a speeding car and killed. These details were confirmed later.

The impact blow upon Ozzy’s head was also made upon me; it came in the form of a painless, yet massive metallic bang to the right of my head and my mind spun horribly. This experience was then expressed in Ozzy’s mind in these words, ‘A Stinger!’ I know this, because it came to me immediately in a loud, clear, (and to my astonishment) woman’s voice.

There is much more intended by this; it comes also as an exercise in the associated mental and physical pain that is imposed upon any creature (no matter how large or small) when we subject it to a violent death. Therefore, this was also an angelic learning curve.

These remarkable happenings are a testament to how far we have moved away from the pristine commonality of all creature togetherness of beginning times. Moreover, that these manifestations through me, really are echoes of what was once common to our kind.

To find a cat called Milo, I used a map and a rule. Then, with my eyes closed at all times, I dowsed the area where he was – this was at the centre point where all my drawn lines crossed. I also told his carer that she would meet a lady there called ‘Margaret’ who has seen Milo and that ‘Margaret’ was an artist.

It all proved to be true, except that the lady in question was referred to a‘Maggie’. There were many more such cases.

This collage reminds us that all things are equal and that the vision of ourselves, made in our Creator’s image is, being rather egocentric.

Prophetic dreams are the great paradigm shift; they are the beacon, the sterling proof that all angelic dreams are absolutely reliable and, the herald of all truths.

Such was the case for me in 2010 when I dreamed that the New York State seaboard would suffer cataclysmic damage in 2012. In 2012, Hurricane Sandy devastated the New York seaboard.

Four weeks before the Brexit referendum on 23rd June 2016, whilst meditating on nothing in particular, I had quite a shock when a very loud subjective shout, uttered the word ‘OUT’, and then connected it with the forthcoming Brexit vote.

This picture appeared on the TV screen on the morning of the referendum result.

Such events as these, prove that all truths are to be found in the guiding dream and is the reason why the satanic seeks to erase any hope of its renaissance.

Whilst exposing mankind’s collective satanic history, we note that in the 20th century, over 200 million people and countless numbers of other innocent creatures died in our wars. Ignoring the millions of minor battles, insurrections and lesser collective killings that never stop, there has only been an aggregate 250 years without major documented wars in the last 3,400 years, which then tracks back in a similar fashion, throughout the emergence of our species from out of Africa and into the wider world.

The story of what followed on from the adjacent picture, came from the findings of Plato (3rd/4th century BCE) through his ‘Plato’s Cave’ symbolism. He identified how our species had lost its way. Mankind had changed into a dangerous ‘comfort-zone creature’ and dismissive of many factual matters that it felt uncomfortable with, as though they did not exist.

Plato also noted that this (comfort-preference) had also made mankind easy prey for being led astray into emotional feel-good entrapments. His symbolism implied that people would not turn their heads around and look into the light. If they did so, they would see the truth, instead of just relegating its shadows to convenient interpretations.

Next, we identify the satanic influence that leads astray and, entraps that ingenuous comfort zone majority.

Throughout history, every culture has been ruled, regulated and directed by tyrants and their cohorts. When we link this phenomenon together with the ‘Plato’s Cave’ observation, we can see that the two situations could not be more perfectly choreographed for the production of satanic outcomes.

Getting Real

Science has brought us up-to-date on this satanic problem. In 2004, psychologists identified this universal predator trait. A feature in the New Scientist periodical and national newspapers, stated:

‘There is a predator in society and this predator, is a psychopath. It is always looking for feeding grounds and represents about one percent of every population.’

The total in the UK alone, is about 656,000 (according to conservative ‘official’ statistics) and as we are further scientifically informed, these are primarily found in politics, law, theology and business et cetera, in fact, wherever there is power or influence. More information about this can be found on the website under, ‘Professor Robert Hare’, a world leading authority on psychopaths and sociopaths.

This raises an interesting point. Every other variety on our planet has stayed true to Nature’s purposes, as it also was with pristine Homo sapiens during the divine ‘Dreaming Time’ compact between Homo sapiens and its Maker.

So, what made it all go wrong?

We must return to the ‘Fall’ (of mankind) in Africa some 80 thousand years BCE. This descent from the Dreaming Time was instigated through social changes into tribalism. It proved to be a breeding ground (for the first time appearance) of satanic-control personalities and supportive cohorts.

This marked the beginning of despotic social systems, for which all information and direction was also brought under leadership control. Central to this control, was the denigration and, forceful eradication of the guiding dream from out of those governed, otherwise, they could not be governed.

It is leadership proclivities therefore, to which we look for removal of God from out the human psyche.

This process eventually became so successful, widespread and complete, that these corruptions to our species would follow it out of Africa into the wider world during the great ancestral Diasporas 70,000 and 40,000 years BCE.

As time would show, it was never possible to rip the soul out of mankind without replacing it with something else. That solution came and, remained by means of those pantheon creations of false gods and their deified earthly intermediaries.

This spiritual meddling did not fill the vacuum of ‘Dreamtime Lost’ completely, which then opened the door to a vast medley of further strange, spiritual activities and with it – the arrival of charlatanism and the paranormal debunker.

So where are we today?

Although we have lost our direct guiding contact with the Supra Ordinate (our Creator), there are some who can still feel the pull of something angelic. Whilst on the other hand, we have the debunkers who most vehemently do not. However, should we blame them for their disposition, considering the tens of thousands of years of our pristine spirituality being systematically and relentlessly erased in all places by despotic governance, until finally, those angelic abilities became mostly atrophied from out of our species? War, confusion and disparagement then took its place.

Throughout time, there have been other people in the same ‘Dreamtime’ revelatory position in which I find myself but who had then, been summarily erased for reasons of their knowledge being in conflict with official doctrine. We should therefore, thank the covert continuance of angelic purists throughout those eons of time for keeping alive, those eternal possibilities of supernormal activity which now litters human experience throughout our world and will not be wished away.

In mathematical terms, the most critical elements in the great human equation are its metaphysical aspects, which conventional attitude then rejects. It is this rejection, which ensures we never get the sum right and, chaos follows.

It was Dante (1265 to1321 CE), who indicated our new direction. He showed us the difficult journey back towards the angelic, through the creation of his ‘Divine Comedy’. It was the story of his need to reach and ascend the Mountain of Paradise until at one with God. However, the only passage towards Paradise was through the torments of Hades, where Dante was forced to pass amongst the tortures of the fallen people and their satanic inflictors. Fortunately, he was able do this in relative safety with his angelic helper, Virgil.

Of course, the tale is utter rubbish but, it did fill the church pews at the time and did again in later times with the advent of Botticelli’s painting of ‘Hell’, (the ‘Mappa Del Inferno’ and its uninviting, ‘Abandon All Hope Ye who Enter Here’).

Dante was a lot smarter than we think.

His journey is a psychological one in the real everyday world. It is saying that we have to face and know everything in life for what it really is. This becomes our journey into wider consciousness and the only way to spirituality. Unfortunately, (as previously mentioned) there are collective forces of fixed opinion that will not apostatise to that direction. It is this resistance to change, that reveals the powerful hold that human ‘comfort zones’ can generate.

Phenomena of this kind is, simply an expression of emotional commitment to abstract concepts, ones that offer unreal visions of hope and promise. Models of this nature are easily observed through those mythical belief systems (theology) and equally so, through the religiosity that comes attached to illusory, secular social concepts. Of course, the same strange phenomena manifests in a myriad of smaller and larger disuniting ways and, woe betide those who disturb them.

I know that my writings will be difficult for conventional thinking to accept, so it therefore seems sensible to gather support from the science of quantum physics. That should get us back on the solid ground of empirical knowledge and as far away from the quicksand of the supernormal as we can. Well, not quite!

There is a great deal written on the subject of particle/wave duality, whether it be the positive proton in the atom’s nucleus or, its spinning compliment of negative electrons. Nevertheless, there had been an irksome secret hiding in there.

This secret was brought into the open by the famous two-slot experiment and, it has thrown a ‘spanner into the works’ of our safe little world of science.

In this experiment, particles (they have substance) are fired from, what is referred to as an ‘atomic gun’ and aimed at a small board with two tiny slots in it. A fired particle will then pass through one of those slots and travel on to a device recording its arrival. In the meantime, because all this is happening at speeds beyond human perceptual abilities, the activity is therefore, remotely observed. This is where things get very strange indeed. The particles are aware they are being watched. We know this because, when the remote viewer is turned off, everything that is fired from the gun reverts to its preferred alter-ego waveform that has no substance. It then washes through the two slots at the same time – like water waves – and leaves evidence to that effect.

This discovery implies that it is the conscious expectation of the viewer that causes the non-physicality of wave to take on particle substance and through which particles then take on structural forms. We are therefore, forced to conclude that, without an observer, there can be no physicality. Does that not have a very supernormal feel to it?

There is an aboriginal saying, ‘we are the dream being dreamed’. They were indeed aware of some (dreamtime) realities that we have since forgotten.

All things physical also have their ghost. Consequently, I began that exercise into the strange activities of the sub-atomic particle because, in doing so, the evidence reveals that sub-atomic particles which have substance and, of which all things are primarily constructed, also have their own non-substance, alter-ego ghost – their own cryptic metaphysical sibling. More to the point, through this evidence, we are then forced to meet the reality of our very own non-substance metaphysical sibling (our ghost).

There is a universal law, which states that ‘all things have their opposites’ which includes, that the physical is also twinned with its non-physical ghost. Trying to dodge this reality is not rational because, the very make-up of our physical form is a matrix of those self-same sub-atomic particles. It is a particle wave duality world – a yesteryear fiction now proved factual.

We cannot help but be astounded at the kind of mind and reasoning that caused our real, non-physical self to find itself entrapped within palpable particle form, within which to remain, until particle atrophy releases us back to our real selves – the aspect of us that never dies.

Now that it is scientifically proved that our physical forms are a construct of sub-atomic particles (thence to the atom and molecule), so are the foods we intake, from which we then build our physical body. Our over-cover molecular structure sustains itself on other molecular structures. Moreover, the particle matrix physicality of ours, then has a ‘shelf life’, which of course, is at variance from one person to another.

The misnomer ‘natural death’ is therefore, merely our particle matrix ‘shelf-life’ losing its bonds of connectivity. Its decay is the release of those particles back into general usage for other things. All that is borrowed – must be returned.

What then, of the real person (our ghost)? Having now realised there is no such thing as death, the deceased discovers that its new direction has already been set by its own prior preferences – its own pre-determined mindset and, towards that – it then flies.

As evidence of our duality, I once laid hands on the shoulders of a lady I was healing, at the exact moment as her deceased husband moved also into the same space. At that point, I felt the hands of my inner person palpably jump onto his higher shoulders, whilst my visible hands remained in their former place.

I experienced many more, such evidential events.

One of my guiding dreams warns us, that we take our habits and mindsets with us. The dream opened up at night in a mortuary with a collection of covered bodies on trolleys. A night watchman was just leaving and when he was out of sight, all the bodies sat up and started smoking cigarettes. When they heard footsteps returning, they put their cigarettes out and lay back in place.

The wider statement here is, that at our demise, we take our former mindsets (beliefs, habits and conventional convictions) with us. This is how angelic dreams guide us.

I had another guiding dream, warning again about the dangers of mindsets. In this dream, I was alone in a train carriage facing the rear. I noticed the windows were opaque and that there was no rear door. However, there was a door-width space higher up, through which, one person after the other was squeezing through into my carriage. At that point, I decided to speed things up a little by helping them, although my motivation was to clear the way quickly, so that I could get through and off that strange, stationary train.

The next day I understood the meaning of the dream and knew it was associated with mindset problems that were carried-over. It was referring to clannish, follower people, indicating that in death they move with their parochial attitudes and into a duplication of it. The awkward narrow space they squeeze through represented the ungainliness attached to this kind of death transition process. Furthermore, this also identifies how rigid mindsets (at demise), will then lock themselves into a circular reincarnation pattern. In a caricatured fashion, it is like posting ourselves through the satanic letterbox with ‘return to sender’ stamped on our backs. This self-entrapment formula, can only be circumvented, by means of people’s prior condition of amplified awareness. Then the way is clear and, the spirit flies. Once again, the dream is instructing.

There are final answers

In the search for final answers, my pursuits have led me on (and outwards) to the wider universe. This has provided a different approach to those many mysteriously unanswerable questions that modern cosmology has to contend with.

It has been quantified that 68% of the universe is dark energy and 27% is dark matter, whilst only 5% is normal matter.

Gravity

Gravity says that if we throw a ball into the air, its progression will eventually slow, until it stops and then returns to Earth. Gravity is also (in its varying degrees of attraction) to be found throughout the universe.

What about the escapees?

Science has discovered that arrangements were somewhat different for all the debris (later into celestial bodies) that exploded far out into space during the ‘Big bang’. They are not following the same settled patterns as Earth and its solar partners. Instead, the others scurried away and are still accelerating – which has confounded science.

I do have probable answers to those questions, though I feel nothing could be gained from suggestions at this moment in time.

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