The purpose of this book is to explore the ways and means that human beings have been persuaded to believe deceptions about who we are, what we are and where we came from. We are not the ne'er do wells we are continually told we are. Evil is not a natural human trait. We are blessed beings otherwise we would not have been chosen to be the guardians of Creation's most beautiful garden. We have been conquered by a furtive un-manifested evil so malign, so charismatic and so intent upon the destruction of our planet and its inhabitants that we cannot believe such a thing exists. Only humans who are motivated by this thing I call the Darkness commit atrocities against other humans and nature. We are caring and loving creatures naturally endowed with everything this presence wants and cannot have. Today we stop being its playthings and its victims because from right now we are going to pull off its mask and see what hides behind the systems that control our lives and by the minute are destroying our world. This Day we become Conquerors. Even though I have a strident trait to my writing as well as a humorous one (I hope) I do not mean my comments to be personal attacks. That said I reserve the right to point out iniquities and characteristics that I think, after consideration, are assaults on humanity, our world and our companions. I do not support authoritarianism in any shape and I say so. I mention certain of these corporations most especially the continuing Roman Empire, its aliases, its Church and its offshoots. I am equally unimpressed with other rigorously enforced systems considering them to be blights on our freedom to shine; and to be suppressors and negators of everyone's individual rights to express his or her talents; and to experience their own life freely and fully. I understand that this is the reason for our incarnations and as such see the above impositions as the enemy of humanity, this home environment and the myriad inhabitants we share this world with. Why is it so important to get everyone thinking the same homogenised and authorised thoughts? It is as if we are being barred at all costs from the mansions of our unconscious mind and the insights that these provide. Why are independent imaginative, original thinkers of our time ridiculed, side-lined or despised? Did the Inquisition really go away? Is it a security thing? What makes people rally around asinine personalities spellbound by their every utterance yet duck away from people who point out the crocodile in their living room? Does it betray suppressed sensitivity and individuality? Could it be a conspicuous confirmation of sought after compliance? Is it a security thing? Why are we being poisoned both surreptitiously and overtly, cloned, suppressed and spied upon? Why don't we look upwards and inwards? Is it a security thing? Is life about being locked down and shut up? Where is the fun in that? Life isn't about being safe it is about negotiating our way through an infinite array of experiences. As someone once said, we are not supposed to saunter up to the pearly gates, unblemished and immaculately groomed. The point is to arrive breathless, ravaged and knackered exclaiming, "Wow! What a ride!" Where have the scallywags gone?
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I was born in Bridgetown, Western Australia on 16th July 1952. My mum s Nana died in hospital the same day, just after hearing that I had been born. Mum is an Australian descended from the Scots, Cornish and Irish with names like Forrest, Roberts and O Shanahan. I am a seventh generation Australian. In 1955 my family moved to Oxford, in England to stay with my grandparents. My Grandfather worked for the Oxford University Press as a comptometer all of his life except for when he served in the Great War. He saw action in major campaigns and was wounded at the Somme. This injury left him with a noticeable limp. When he was in his mid-seventies it was decided that he should have a hip operation. He was otherwise perfectly healthy but he missed his Old-Time Dancing and was finding it more and more difficult to keep up his allotment, which he loved. In his younger days he, my Nan and my uncles performed in a Black and White Minstrel troop. My Gramp was the announcer, my Nan played the piano and the boys sang and tap-danced. My Gramp went in for the operation and never came out again. We lived in a big Victorian house almost in the centre of town. I remember lots of things that happened here, including some strange ones. I often recall watching a man dressed in a pilot s leather uniform walking down the stairs and through the wall on one of the landings. My sister saw him once too. I can also remember laying in bed and the door opening slowly. As I watched a very strange looking face would peek around shake its head up and down and then the door would shut. The visitor had quite a large head, a big hooked nose, a reddish face and a peculiar hat with a bell on it. When the summer came we all had a daytrip to the seaside. We were really excited and on the way we were told we would be seeing the Punch and Judy Show. We didn t really understand what it was. When we got there my sister and I were busy making sandcastles when someone called out Quick the show is about to begin! We all rushed to watch the show. I can remember being dumbstruck when the curtains opened because there was my night time visitor. I don t remember much else about that. On another occasion I was with my Nan, in her back garden I think; when I spotted a starling lying on the ground. I went over to it and picked it up. My Nan rushed over told me off and made me put it down and then hurried me inside to wash my hands. When we came out again the bird was gone. I looked up and saw a pigeon flying upwards. Throughout my life I have had similar experiences to these and other more personal contact with otherworldly beings. These events and contacts have inevitably coloured my perceptions regarding the nature of reality.
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