My experiences of the glitches in the matrix.

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I was born between 2.00-400 pm at Bromsgrove General Hospital on the 31st January 1966. This makes me an Aquarian and in Chinese astrology a Fire Horse. Apparently all Fire Horses were executed in ancient China for being revolutionaries. Well, the Chinese certainly know their astrology as from a very young age I knew there was something seriously not right with the world, and wanting a revolution shaped my adult mindset. However as a child I could not articulate this but looking back now I was given psychic clues.

My mom says I had an imaginary friend when I was around 4-6 years old (guessing) but try as I might I cannot remember who the spirit was. Maybe that spirit is the presence with me now? I cannot be sure but I feel that like many kids who play alone attract other spirit children until their parents who are continually drumming their material reality that, ‘the child is not real’ and ‘your too old for this nonsense’, results in the spiritual link being cut. I remember playing on my own as my brother was 15 years older than me and got married early leaving the house when I was small, so I was kind of an only child playing with my immense imagination where a bag of marbles, a tin of cigarette cards would keep me entertained, happy in tune with the beat of life.

My mom who like me suffered with her nerves, and I feel it was her being slightly self-conscious having me at the age of 40 that she used to announce to everyone who had not met me that “He was a mistake you know”!! Well looking it at another way I was meant to be here…

I have always felt there is something looking after me and when I look back on my life I know it was there to save me from the extreme, death, to just being there for me when I’ve been feeling down. I will elaborate on this entity later.

As for glitches in the matrix, around the ages of 7-11 I used to play a game when it ‘drifted’ into my mind, that I was the only ‘real’ human being in the world and that everybody else were robots, including my parents. These robots were under the control of some unseen evil masters from ‘the corporation’ and that in my mind were aware that I was aware of their big secret. Now this is where I feel it has some meaning just instead of a child’s fantasy.

You see without going into too much detail, in the Double Split experiment, one of the things quantum physics proves is that ‘the molecular structure of all atoms change at the precise second we observe them, it’s as if ‘they’ somehow know when ‘they’ are being observed!’ The scientists even tried hidden cameras in the experimental chamber but the very second they turned them on the atoms changed back splitting apart from there waveform state to becoming single particles which is how we see so called reality. Even today the quantum physicists can only theorise why this happens. I’ve kept this as simplistic as possible otherwise we will loose track of my childhood experience. But if you want to look at this in more detail (like how do the scientists know the particle state before observation) go and look at the Double Split experiment on YouTube. ( I found the cartoon version staring Dr Quantum to be digestible-just!)

However the vast majority of people do not realise this and go about their lives in a hypnotic ‘robotic’ fashion never questioning who they really are and what their reality is all about. All this new knowledge now explains this childhood awareness that used to drift into my mind every now and then that everyone were robots being controlled by some hidden controllers and when I was ‘not observing the robots’ I imagined them to be completely still and lifeless only bursting into life when I made eye contact. I even used to try and beat the controllers at their own game by walking out of the room leaving my parents and their friends say in the kitchen then darting back as fast as I could to see if I could catch the controllers out to glimpse them as frozen robots. But as always the controllers where that split second to quick for me and everyone one would be switched on again, moving around as if nothing had occurred. Just as the ‘double split’ experiment concluded, the molecules would change back to their particle state the split second we ‘observe’ them. Don’t get me wrong this was not something I was thinking about 24/7 but when I found myself thinking about this I would have a go at beating the controllers at their own game, always never quite fast enough and whose to say our reality does not have some form of controller behind it like the Architect in the Matrix film or the Anunnaki from the Sumerian texts. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anunnaki

When you understand you change reality by simple observation, this then moves onto how can we effect reality by concentrated thoughts, such as rituals like prayer, pagan spells etc..?! As I have spent my life reading about the esoteric and the so called ‘occult’ which actually means ‘hidden knowledge’ – NOT just ‘black magic’ as we are ‘led’ to believe. Even hypnosis and amazing men like Derren Brown who can alter people’s perception of reality.

So as you can see from a very early age in my own childlike fantasy I was questioning reality sensing that their was something dark having an effect on people all around me. I now believe this to be some of the so called ‘1%’ of the 1%’ ( the very rich) of the population that meet up every midsummer at Bohemian Grove including former presidents such as Prescott Bush, his son George Bush senior, some of the senior scientists and military behind the invention and testing of the first atomic bomb, ‘Trinity’, heads of industry. Basically the people who have had control or influence of our culture. Wearing robes they would stand in the shadow of a satanic god Moloch the giant owl idol to observe a performance the ‘cremation of care’ ritual https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bohemian_Grove. Or more well known, the Bilderberg meeting where the super-rich who own the giant corporations that influence us like the media, the pharmaceutical industry, our education etc. meet every 2 years at different venues, arriving anonymously in blacked out limousines. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bilderberg_meeting

The Haunting of Stourport Rd

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The year was 1987 when I moved into Stourport Rd above a clutch and brake car shop. The landlord who was the shop owner only wanted a tenner a week to stay there which was unbelievable cheap. I was 8 months or so into a 12 month government scheme with the council keeping public rights of way open. We were payed just over £80 a week which from getting the rate of ‘supplementary benefit’ for 1987 of £28 a week was an immense difference and we had a great laugh. A fair weeks pay for a fair weeks work unlike today where people have to work just for their benefits but I will leave our slavery for another post.

It was a big building with a downstairs kitchen and bathroom then walking through the shop which was the only hassle it was then up the stairs to the first floor where you had a storeroom on your right as you came up the stairs and a bedroom with two single beds on your left. The best bit now was if you carried on round past the bedroom there was a steep set of stairs leading a big attic room which was our living room. I got the place through a guy I know called Russell but he was hardly ever there as he was in the midst of a crazy relationship which suited me fine.

Now most people have experienced this, 99% of the time when they were kids. Just before you drop off to sleep you feel a sudden jolting sensation which snaps you back into the waking world. I remember reading somewhere that as you are dropping off to sleep your spirit body is starting to leave your physical body but if you are going to go into some bad astral energy your spirit body which is attached to physical body by a silver cord is reeled in almost instantaneously back to your waking physical body hence the jolting feeling as you snap back to wakefulness. Well, I have read more about this since and aswell as a guardian angel we have what is known as ‘Gatekeepers’. Gatekeepers guard the gates of the astral plane, the place where we experience dreams and these Gatekeepers are very protective of us and if they sense any danger we are reeled back into the safety of our physical bodies in an instant.

Maybe we need more protection as kids but we generally as the years role past experience it becomes less and less and when it happens as an adult we generally remember it because most of the time we are having somekind of nightmare. Well, as I settled down into my new bedroom I noticed this weird sensation happening to me most nights. But as it would only happen once and soon I was back into the world of dreams so I tried to put it to the back of my mind. Russel eventually left for good and my mate Spike needed a place to stay so he moved into the other bed. We both did drugs when we had the money my friend who had got himself a flat a few doors up could get his hands onto dope, speed and what would become our drug of choice heroin. Don’t get me wrong we were not doing drugs all the time at that stage in our lives and as there was a pub across the road we spent many a night drinking larger. But most of the time especially when my job ran out with the council we were broke which we did not mind as we would listen to music in the attic room or go over our friends and watch the telly.

Life was good at Stourport Rd except for a few strange things that would happen to us in the bedroom. Now purposely I had not told Spike about this weird experience of being snapped back into the body but I knew like myself he was a sensitive and into anything to do with the paranormal and wondered whether he would have the same experience. It did not take long after he moved in when we were lay in our beds when he commented on this experience had been happening to him and it had just happened that very second. This was wild because it had just happened to me! Night after night it would either happen to us both a seconds or two apart but sometimes it happened to us both at the same time! He voiced what I had been thinking that there was something not quite right with that room and we began to feel ill at ease in there even when we were awake. It was like there was a presence in there but whatever it was we both sensed for sure that it malevolent. I even took to sleeping upstairs in the attic room which had a wonderful vibe to it but poor Spike begged me to come back down to the bedroom as he could not handle facing this thing on his own.

One afternoon in the pub a friend who we had not seen for a while came in looking for us. He had been to our pad but as we were not there or at our friends flat so he guessed we would be in the pub. As he sat down with his pint and told us he had just had the ‘strangest’ of experiences over our place. He told us the shop owner had told him how to get to our attic room and as he was walking past the bedroom out of the corner of his eye he thought he caught site of one of us but as he turned to speak there was no one there. He quickly shouted up to the attic room but in his own words he said there is something wrong with your bedroom and he could not get out of the place fast enough. Spike and myself told him about what had been happening to us and as he knew the guy Russel who lived there when I moved in and his friend Tony who had been living in there with Russel but had left before I moved in he said he would ask them if anything weird had happened to them.

One night when I was there on my own in bed settling down to go to sleep would be a night I would remember forever. I had been sleeping there on my own for a few days so Spike must have being staying somewhere else for a while. I can  remember getting into bed this one night and to be honest I can’t remember thinking of any paranormal in particular. What I do remember I was in the bed nearest the door and the light switch was at the foot of my bed. I switched off the light and made my way in the dark back to the pillow end of my bed. I got inside and before too long my eyes had got used to the dark and I could see the outline of the wardrobe. Everything felt fine. Then the first thing I began to notice was that I could not see the outline of the wardrobe anymore it was if an enveloping darkness was blinding my night vision. At the exact time this happened the temperature of the room dropped so rapidly that if it was not pitch black I knew I would be able to see my own breath. But above all of this was a feeling of something in the room with me. Now in the past I have said I was sensitive but no way was I psychic but this presence was so tangible I think it would of brought a drunk round to his senses. As my sight was totally blind my hearing became so sensitive that if a pin had been dropped I would of heard it hit the floor of that I have no doubt. I felt the presence was in front of me towards the door end of the bedroom as the tension began to mount I knew something was about to happen but I did not what. Suddenly it happened, two disembodied hands clapped together at the end of my bed shattering the silence causing a shock-wave of sound to crash through my very soul. Fear gripped me as if being alone in the freezing pitch black was not my only concern, I had to walk directly towards the hand clapping demon to switch on the light. My heart was pounding so loud and fast I could feel it in my throat as I slowly rose to my feet. I did not call out as maybe I would get an answer, I just wanted the light on so I could see. Even though I knew it was not a real person there as I would of heard them coming up the stairs I lifted up my duvet I guess to throw over someone if they were real. In a way I wished there was a chance they could be of this world but as I said I would of heard them move in the silence. However balancing on a wobbly mattress holding up a duvet while making your way to where the ghost would be standing as far as the hand clap went ain’t easy. I was terrified and the closer I got to the light switch the more I thought something was going to grab my leg. Some icy cold evil hand. Now most of us have been freaked out in the dark and there is that horrible moment when panic sets in as you can’t find the light switch. Well when I knew I was in reaching distance of the light I through the duvet in a upward, forward motion as if there was something real there it would go over them and at the same time had those milliseconds that seem forever groping for the light switch to witch I found it and the room was lit. There was no sign of anything of which I expected but I soon moved upstairs to the attic room.

Later we found out through a friend that this Tony and Russel, the guys who had lived in there before us had some somekind of Ouija board session in that very room which served as out bedroom. What they did not realise as most people don’t is after a Ouija board session is that the spirits must be ordered to leave and the spirit door closed behind them. Otherwise it is just leaving an open door to the spirit-world and just like people there are good spirits and bad ones. So we had an open portal to the world of spirits and one bad mother did turn up and decided not to leave. If memory serves me right Spike and I did somekind of cleansing ritual and closed the door on the world of spirits. I hooked up with this girl and unbeknownst to me was going to be the next 4 years of my life as love decided to pay me a visit, and the first six months it started out in Stourport Rd.

Angelic Encounters

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I have found from my experience that angels have come into my world when I have felt alone or/and when experiencing adversity.

I see orbs quite frequently ranging from blue, to purple and violet. These orbs range in size from tiny electric blue which are generally quite close to me, from a few inches away but sometimes they can flash for a split second across the other side of the room from me. They are never a light blue, more as if blue had been mixed with purple but I said electric blue because they seem to have a spark of energy within them as they flash generally just out the direct line of my vision. Very rarely I am looking straight at them when they flash up but it is as if they are alive and they tend to appear when I am feeling down as if to say ‘don’t forget us’ as I have become trapped in my own mind, locked into the Archonic material world.  Sometimes when I am feeling good they appear as if there are sharing in my happiness and they can appear when talking about them. When I am at my friends where we watch the footy, talk I see big round violet orbs and I feel it is either a guardian angel or someone watching over him, however as he is a church going Roman Catholic I just say I have seen another orb. He is very psychic but he feels comfortable with the Roman Catholic faith so we do not go too deep down that avenue.

One day I was looking on a website about angels and their colours and I had the shock of my life when I found out that the colours that I was seeing was of the colour Archangel Micheal. It all made sense at that very moment as I had a major experience  when I was going through a bad time in my life living in a hostel. I keep myself to myself reading books and watching the T.V I had in my own room. But mostly I felt more comfortable reading books about the world of spirit as I needed to know for sure it was there with me now. In other words to know I was not on my own.

One particular book was a bout how to invoke angels. Not through ceremonial magick but lighting a candle saying a prayer and inviting the angel to come to you. Remember this was a few years before I realised most of the orbs I saw matched the colour of Archangel Micheal but out of the four main archangels Uriel, Gabriel, Raphael and Micheal I chose to invite Micheal into my room. I had read the book a month or so ago which I had got from the library so I could not remember the right colour candle, so I just used the one I had at the time which was red.

I lit the candle and sat back in the chair letting my mind drift hearing the noise outside but as I had learnt in meditation not to pay attention to it. When my mind was as still as I could get it I began to visualise how I thought archangel Micheal would look from the books I had read. Micheal was the archangel of protection and carried a fiery sword dressed in golden robes. I first felt the room becoming warmer and being sensitive I felt a presence in the room with me. I felt the presence becoming much stronger and even with my eyes shut I could see that the room was filling with light aswell as becoming much warmer. My heart began to speed up due to the power I felt with this presence but with the feeling of power there was a feeling of love. The intensity was growing fast and there was a feeling of fear if I opened my eyes and stood next to me was an 8 foot tall fiery angel with a flaming sword!! Now a thought flashed into my head from the book that I read that an angel would never scare you and you would see what was right for you. At that very moment I felt reassured and as the light was coming from my right by where I had lit the candle I opened my eyes and to my amazement the candle flame was roaring 4 foot tall as if being drawn up through a chimney. Telepathically I felt the presence bid me farewell and at that exact second the candle flame shot back down to an inch. I was dumbfounded but ecstatic at the same time-it had worked!!

Well as I say I see orbs in the spectrum from a rich, electric blue, through indigo to violet. Now violet could be the sign of the presence of Zadkiel  who carries a violet flame and helps people forgive themselves and as I shall tell you in a later post I need alot of forgiveness for the path I turned away from. However I occasionally see small white orbs like flashes of ticker tape the South American football fans throw as there teams come out onto the pitch. This is the sign of Gabriel who is behind communication and that includes writing which I used to excel in when at school and later in my thirties at university but like everything in my life I let it go and this is the first writing I have done for nearly 15 years so excuse the rustiness.

I have just remembered something from long ago when I was still living in Kidderminster back in my early twenties. In Kiddy as it is known by the locals was the capital of carpet factories and if you leave school with no qualifications like me chances are you will end up working in one, or two. Well I followed the plan set out by the ruling elite and got myself a job at one as I say I was in my, well maybe mid twenties and I used to have to be there for 5,45am which meant apart from the summer months walking to work in the dark and the route I took was away from the main roads so I did not see a soul. Well I started to notice this beautiful smell of perfume as if a women dressed up for the night clubs had just walked past me but there was no one in sight. I used to tell my women friends at work, as I was lucky to work with a load of women. They used to look at me and say it must have been a women walking past but there was no one around. Years later I was reading about the signs of angels being near you and there it was in black and white, ‘the smell of a beautiful perfume’! It was hard graft getting out of bed at five every morning and walking a mile and half to work. Especially when it was cold and wet. And thinking back those walks to work were not half has bad as they could of been, when you have an angel or two with you!

Finally another sign is seeing feathers which I can do if I walking in town with me head down cause I’ve got the world on me shoulders. One day sticks out because I used to go to this crystal shop in town, well city now; Newport. Thats another story how I ended up in Newport-Gwent (so many Newports). Well I was in this crystal shop where this young girl worked  and stood by her side I imagined was her boyfriend. I used to chat to them both and we were talking about being intuitive when I just came out with it as I had must of been feeling it in my sub-conscious that when I look at the boyfriend I feel as if there is a big American Indian Chief stood behind his shoulder. He stared at me in amazement and then his girlfriend and they both started to laugh. I did not push it for anymore information but the conversation went onto angels and I told them about seeing feathers is a sign of angels. He smiled warmly and told me looking at the floor behind me one just followed you in. I turned round and looked behind me and there was a white feather and with no breeze it just rolled towards my feet.

Angels are good things to find out about because I know they exist and once you call out to them they will ALWAYS answer which gives so much comfort. Especially if you live alone or find yourself alone because once you discover angels you are never alone.

Oh by the way you know I invited Archangel Micheal into my room in the hostel and all I had was a red candle well I read just last week when ‘invoking’ Micheal one must use a blue candle!

When the call to ‘God’ was answered

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I am not a Christian and it does not matter whether you believe Jesus walked the Earth or not, it is the words spoken or written or both that carry the meaning of God.

I do not go for religion because for one I feel it creates fixed mindsets which in turn can create a prison for the mind where there is little room for exploration of the ‘spirit world’. Of course I am stereotyping as there are a few religious folk who accept that people have different ideas about ‘God’ and have an ‘open minded’ understanding that people find their way to God or Gods different to their own which is fine.

However I will leave all this for another day as I want to tell you about an experience that happened to me in 1987 when I was in my early 20s that proved to me beyond all doubt that there was a God of somekind. I use the term God loosely as I really can not say for certain what it was God, only that it was some enormously powerful benign presence that came to my aid when I called out for help.

I was having as quiet night in reading a book called The Talisman co written by Stephen King and a guy whose name I cannot remember off hand but the book was about a boy who had been given some potion which when he drank he went into somekind of alternative reality. The reason I mention the book was due to it having somekind effect on my subconscious which led to me dreaming about being the boy and each chapter I read the content reflected in my dreams. This has never happened to me before or since.

I can even remember the record I had playing quietly in the background at the time the experience happened; ‘Simon and Garfunkel’s greatest hits’.

I felt chilled out and content sat above a shop in the attic front room which later on people used to comment on it’s beautiful vibe full of love and light….

Engrossed in the book I suddenly felt the atmosphere in the room change at the exact time I got ‘the butterflies’ in my stomach. I felt there was something not right and I started to feel panic rise up within me very quickly.

Now around 5-6 days before, a guy I knew was talking to me about through this Indian meditation called Knowledge gave you the experience of finding God within oneself. He spoke to me for over an hour and I did find something move within telling me this is what I had been looking for and the answer was not outside but within. I left that flat feeling on top of the world and promised myself I was going to get the techniques.

Well, when this panic was rising up inside me, what I had been told about ‘Knowledge’ was far from my mind. However I had been a victim of panic attacks a number of times in the past but this was different and as my mind began to fill up with negative racing thoughts I knew this was the ‘mother of all panic attacks’ and the terror began to spread through me. The thoughts began to accelerate and within a minute the pain shot down my left arm and I fell to my knees believing I was having a heart attack as the interlocking thoughts, never this powerful before were telling me my heart was about to stop. It was at this very moment in the jaws of death at complete mercy to my mind I remembered what this guy had said that God was within so I began to say “If your there God help me” I got the word ‘If’ out when a blinding white flash with the intensity of an atom bomb exploding went off within me racing through the top of my head, out through my feet and my mind was still instantaneously! From interlocking thoughts to stillness instantly! The blinding white flash felt like somekind of static almost electrical energy and was gone in an instant and my mind was still. To me loosing control of my mind and feeling the intense pain of a heart attack which to me felt like I was in a dark shadow of some enormous dark mountain, but to whatever had saved me was so powerful, stopping the panic attack was to ‘it’ like blowing out a candle flame with minimal effort. I knew I had been touched by a power so immense yet full of such love was beyond words, as was I!!

Instead of hallelujah, praise the Lord, it had scared the shit out of me!! I mumbled “I know that your real now, but please do not do anything like that again just yet”. I got off the floor switched the music off and put on my little portable black and white T.V, not to try and forget completely, I could never do that, but to try and put some ‘normality’ back in my world as I could not yet comprehend what had just happened to me. I had been touched by something so powerful that as I said it took as much energy from him/it as to blowing out a candle flame.

I went back to see this guy I knew but I did not tell him this tale as I was not sure what I was saying. In fact it took me a good 12 months to tell anyone. It was at the time I received the techniques to Knowledge as you had to go to classes for around 12 months until the instructor thought you were ready to receive the techniques. Not everyone received Knowledge as for instance this one guy who had an enormous ego wanted it as a power. I practised the techniques to Knowledge for an hour a day as taught. It became like a hotline to this presence within. I even achieved what is known as separation where I was totally disconnected from my conscious mind sat in a beautiful void listening to my conscious mind gibber away like a lunatic but as an outside observer. In this void I found total freedom, love and peace. This space I was in was timeless and I felt part of everything in the universe -infinite consciousness, at one with all that is.

We all have the spark of God within us and through meditation we all can become separate from what the Chinese call ‘monkey mind’ due to the conscious mind’s never-ending chatter.  However we must try and find time to meditate everyday which is hard work and it is easy to become lazy when you are your own master.

You see even after this experience I took so many wrong turns in my life because once you get lazy and stop meditating ‘mind’ becomes master once again. But when I get a knock at my door and I am asked the question “Do you believe in God?” I answer “No, I have experienced God” Because God answered my call.