Stuart Wilde   Stuart Wilde is an urban mystic, a modern visionary, he's written fifteen books on consciousness and awareness. His perceptive and quirky way of writing has won him a loyal readership over the years. He has been a researcher of consciousness for over twenty years. Some consider him an expert on transdimensional worlds and the phenomena of the supernatural. He has simple a way of explaining things that hitherto have seemed a mystery. Stuart's political writings are satirical and often very funny. Nonetheless, he seems to have an accurate grip on the ebb and flow of world events and many of his long-term views and predictions have turned out to be quite prophetic. He has written 15 books on consciousness and awareness including Affirmations: What I Am Has Beauty & Strength His latest book is called God's Gladiators. www.stuartwilde.com An Awesome Journey Apparitions Avoiding the Collective Karma The Cat & the Lion The Circuitous Journey Come Now…If You Can Deep Waiting Dry Rain, Falling Upwards The Eternal Tao Extraterrestrial Intelligence The First Judgment Five-Minute Winter Solstice Meditation The Great Generosity Icons and Symbols in Your Visions The Infection of Goodness The Initiates Inner Warmth Jolly Interesting Times The Last Chance Saloon The Law of Allowing Life with the Reptiles The Lizard Lady More Lessons of the Shadow The Morph Door The New Dignity The Origins of Man Reincarnation Revisited Rising Feelings and Descending Emotions Seeing the Morph The Shimmering Door Skeptics The Third Principle To a Great 2006 Tormenting the Blobs The Transdimensional Taxi Driver V for Vendetta Visualization Technique Year End Updates Life with the Reptiles David Icke talks of humans that shape-shift into reptiles so I asked him if he had ever seen it happen and he said he had not. But it’s always been my policy to believe in everything until I can prove it wrong, so I believed Icke. Then a few years alter I watched as a woman went into a reptilian transformation in front of my eyes. It took several minutes. First her chin took on a snout-like form then she got sharp teeth and finally her spine went zigzag looking like a dinosaur’s. Then she turned and grinned at me the most evil grin I’d ever seen, the fact she seemed to be dripping slime from her jaw didn’t add to the appeal of it, not one jot. So then after that I believed Icke’s reptilian thing-full tilt. I then did some seminars at a castle in France - they were just small groups of thirteen people each time. There I met some ice-cold humans pretending to be normal. They didn’t shape-shift but touching them in the Morph I could feel the depth of their evil. Interestingly, all the truly possessed ones were good talker and very social, the lady that did the shape-shift I just mentioned was very social and very well educated and polite. The reptiles can hide. But in the Morph peoples’ faces go through many shifts in just a minute or two and all the ones that are demonically possessed seem to have a red left eye. It gives them away. Some people have geometric ghouls that have jumped into their belly or upper body, but the full-blown reptiles are more rare. One lad told me he had had a reptile in his belly for eight years and that it caused him pain, sadly I had to tell him that I don’t do reptiles, the Morph is my only expertise. But I got in touch with a shaman for him that goes into the aluna mirror-world and sucks them out. Ghastly work. But the interesting thing is that the dark is being exposed and more and more people are showing signs of demonic possession so I’ve started doing a study into it, to see what might be done. Using a bit of New Age hocus-pocus or various spiritualist passes doesn’t usually work, as the reptiles are far too clever for that. You have to be able to go into the mirror-world to get them in that dimension, as that is where they are from. They have been hiding ten thousand years so it’s no simple process. The first thing I learned is that the ice-cold humans don’t want to be fixed (they like the ice-cold world it makes them feel special) and so that makes it doubly hard. But I did feel sorry for one lady that had been demonically possessed for five months. The being inside her was slinging her around and attempting to kill her by trying to push her out of a high window. She managed to fight back. Anyway, I lent her the black light pen that comes from www.heavylight.de that had the minus quantity in its resonance. It strips electricity from humans and entities and she used the pen and that was the first night sleep she had gotten in a long time. So that might be the way to go. Interesting a nightclub bouncer told me he uses the black light pen to strip bioelectricity from drunks to stop fights breaking out at the club. It seems to really work. The human reptiles are everywhere and they look so very normal. It’s a hidden evil walking amongst us, one that we have to love and tolerate until we have the power to confront it head on. As it says in the Matrix film, “When you see an agent, run”. Good advice, tacking evil is a losing sequence. Your safety lies in warmth and non-contact. The Lizard Lady I have been making a study of demonic possession, alien abduction, and the presence of reptile humans amongst us. The Morph is lighting it all up, albeit very slowly. I met a human lizard. She was American, from Boston I think, about fifty years old with high cheekbones, cruel eyes and very tight facial skin. Her lips were pencil thin but they curled and pouted as she talked, they reminded me of a lizard eating a moth. What I found so fascinating was that the woman was ice cold. Her face was pure white there was not even the slightest evidence of blood in her cheeks. I looked very carefully in case she powered her face but she wore little makeup except a bit of color over her eyes. The woman was very grand and she talked for half an hour about how much people loved her and how successful she was. I have learned a trick over the years and that is when close to the reptiles agree with everything. So if they need to be special tell them how special they are; if they need to be beautiful tell them that they are extraordinary in their loveliness. Never confront them, throw chickens at them all the way. That’s the Stuie Wilde tried and tested survival method. The conversation drifted on, and of course I never got a word in edgeways but it didn’t matter. Then the lizard started crying, if you’ve never seen a lizard cry it’s a sight for sore eyes I can tell ya-crocodile tears, and a phony emotion about humanity and life and what not. I put my hand on her arm to reassure her, it was flabby cold like a stack uncooked bacon. She kept quoting Ernest Holmes, who started the Science of Mind Church in America, and she lectured me on how my thoughts created my reality and how spirit did this and spirit did that, and how she had made a pack of money using the laws of abundance and so forth. Periodically I made a few gurgling sounds, "wow", "really", amazed at it all. I thought it best not to mention I’d lectured at about fifteen of the Science of Mind churches in America. That is another Stuie W’ tactic, never tell people what you know unless they really, really press you to find out. Then the lizard stopped crying and she asked me if I could tell her about her destiny. So I told her the truth saying, “You don’t have a destiny.” She took that to mean she was so elevated that she was beyond it all, and above karma and the vagaries of human life, and that some new glory was about to descend upon her from on high. It wasn’t for me to alter that perception so I said nothing. What I actually meant was that there is a Lizard Removal Service that’s operating out of the mirror-world and that as far as I could tell, on the spur of the moment that is, she’s high on the to-do list. A superior force is coming to rub her out. It’s the day the moth eats the lizard just for a change. Funny but sad. I felt very sorry for her and her blindness. I love the reptiles. They are endlessly entertaining but one has to be very respectful of them and very bloody careful, as one swish of their tail and you’re a gonner. It’s like being a bomb disposal expert there is no margin for larking about or daydreaming. Skeptics I have a dear friend that is a true skeptic, he believes in nothing. I told him I could show him how to dematerialize and that I’d done it for people seventy times before without failure. He said he’d have to see it to believe it. I waited for a bit then I decided not to show him as dematerialization by its very nature requires you to ‘not see’ what it is that you don’t believe in, so I thought the effort was pointless. Later, I showed him how to see auras. There was a fat, rather pompous woman walking on the street at dusk and when a person is very pompous their aura is easier to see than that of a person that is more humble and restrained in their energy. The haughty ones do a kind of ‘puffer fish’ routine as they walk along especially if they think other people are watching them. My friend saw her aura right away but five minutes later he began to negate what I had showed him, saying it was an optic illusion. The multi-dimensional reality is the true reality and our 3-D world and its logic is the optical illusion, so the skeptic is sadly backing a dead horse. Plus, logic is very cold and lonely as it does not link to all the celestial energies available, so the skeptic deteriorates spiritually for a lack of warmth. Gradually, over decades, they go darker and darker, it’s not necessarily evil it’s just a lack of heat. But it’s when they get close to death terror sets in, as logic falters and they can’t feel or see those forces that will carry them out of here to a celestial place. Believe everything, it costs you little to do so. I feel it’s better to believe in things even if they turn out to be slightly wrong or even totally bogus than to believe in nothing at all. The door out of here is in the 10-dimensional hyperspace that surrounds us. If you don’t believe in it then it doesn’t believe in you. There is a simple logic to that. Tormenting the Blobs There is a type of brown etheric brown blobs that fly about policing the sky above us. Normally, when low down, they fly at about twenty-to-thirty miles an hour, but when they get agitated they go into a type of turbo-drive zipping across the sky in seconds. They are the lords and masters of this world because people can’t normally see them. And people are not aware of the control they exercise. It’s an etheric Luftwaffe, flying Nazis. In any patch of blue sky there are a hundred blobs or more. The Morph lights them up. Usually they are at an altitude of between one thousand and two thousand feet, but they come down lower when provoked. The lowest I have ever seen one is just overhead at about ten feet. I’ve never seen one touch the ground. I think that is because if they did touch the ground the bioelectrical force that sustains them would be electrically earthed and they would never get off again. When up in the sky they can be twenty to thirty yards across but as they come lower they get smaller and when they are just above your head they are only about the size of a soccer ball or slightly larger. I’m guessing now but I think it might be to do with the magnetic field of the earth that reduces them in size, as they get lower. They can shape-shift into the classic UFO saucer shape and back to blob as they wish. It’s a power trip, a form of showing off. When they go saucer-shaped people believe them to be alien brothers from outer space here to help us. That feeds their blob-ego and makes them feel special. You know how mediums get very pompous when they think they are channeling the Pleiadians; it’s the same type of galactic specialness, one that seeks to establish an authority over us. Rudolph Steiner said that attempting to establish a spiritual authority over others is devilish. So the guru with his or her control trip over the ashram would be a human version of the blob-force in etheric terms and devilish in Steiner’s terms. It could be that the flying blobs are nothing more than humans that failed to establish a spiritual authority in a bygone age that subsequently got stuck here in the etheric state and they learned to fly. Imagine a lost civilization say twelve thousand years ago, the would-be teachers, politicians, policemen, shamans, temple people of that age, that died as egocentric cruel controllers, can’t escape the world they hope to control and so they are degraded for a loss of power and they lose their human form to become a lighter-than-air etheric blob that can fly. The blobs can talk to the human mind and so they exercise a secret control over us. Imagine how many humans would thrill at a covert mental power over others. It’s every fascist’s dream come true. Five years ago there was a big battle with the UFO blobs over a town in the south of France called, La Napoule. The blobs lost, which was a shock to their system, it was like the playground bully getting his nose broken by a scrap of a lad brave enough to take him on. When the illusion of the Fat Controller is broken his importance falls and with that his bioelectricity drops and he is degraded for power. The problem is that the flying blobs are numbered in billions, and so tormenting a few over the skies of France is not a victory, it’s more of a public warning. A small soupçon of things to come. A couple of days ago I was back at La Napoule, it was Friday night, the place was crowed and the blobs were overhead gang-handed. So I gave them my cheery, “F’ you and your little dog too.” And I followed that with the middle finger salute, American-style. One of the blobs was at about three hundred feet, it was trying to do the saucer-shape but it must have been a bit tired as it was making a hash of it. Anyway, the blobby one whizzes over to me (they fly on curved trajectories), and it hovered over me in a threatening way, ten feet over the main street. In the center of the blob was a pinprick of light like a minute flash of electricity, the blob kept turning it on and off like flicking a light switch. I got the feeling it was desperately trying for more power to no avail. I try to love them but I fail miserably. Never mind eh? So I tell it what a pathetic wanker it is, and that its sister is a whore that shags rednecks in Washington, and it started to morph up and down at a very rapid pace though I got the impression it didn’t quite get my drift, so I go on to say, “You’re not part of the New Age are you? Because if you are I’ll set Deepak Chopra on your ass and you won’t like that, that Deepak knows loads of important people; they’ll pull your membership card double-quick. Anyway, the blob didn’t know about Deepak and the Seven Spiritual Laws of Success, it was busy trying to comprehend Stuie Wilde’s Laws of Complete Failure, like a sudden decompression of self-importance. It was during these highfalutin discussions on the New Age, Deepak (bless his little cotton socks) and metaphysics, that I became aware of all the blob’s mates, who had all flown in from someplace behind the buildings to attend Stuie Wilde’s impromptu free seminar in the streets of the small village we were in. There were loads of them I couldn’t count them all. I decided that the time for explaining alternative thinking was over, and so I jumped into my car and headed out of town. Phil Collins was on the radio singing, “There’s something coming through the air tonight.” Phil is okay, he’s terribly right most of the time. Visualization Technique Visualize you and I are in Central Park, New York, and you have a yellow tennis ball. You throw it to me and I catch it, and throw it back to you. And you throw it to me once more, and again I catch it and I throw it back. Then you throw it a third time and I catch it and throw it back to you, and a baker in Karachi, riding his bicycle home from work, catches the yellow ball and he gives it to his young son as a present. I say, “The baker’s son has it.” You say, “Where’s the ball?” I say, “I didn’t do that, I thought you did it.” You say, “How did you do that?” You then answer, “No, sorry I haven’t.” And I ask, “Have you got another tennis ball?” Then you say, “Sorry, I have to take a nap I’m rather tired. And I ask, “Can you stay a bit longer?” Then I say, “I think I’ll stay in the park and play. My dad just came home from work and gave me a brand new tennis ball.” And you say. “You are lucky that you are young and carefree and you don’t have to work, what will you do this afternoon?” And then you pause and say, “Yes, I do but it’s very hard work.” And I say, “Do you enjoy baking?” And you add, “I love you too,” and I say, “I love you, thanks for the tennis ball.” And then I say, “Bloody crows! They are sweet but a bit irritating at times.” And then one of those scruffy New York crows sees the ball on the path and it pushes it with its beak into the pond and the ball gets soggy wet. And the crow says, “Do you mind if I play with your ball and push it into the pond?” Then the crow says, “No, Brooklyn.” And I say, “You are not from Karachi are you?” Then I say, “No, I have never been.” And the crow asks, “Have you ever been to Pakistan?” *     *     * Remember Necker’s Cube? Is the dot inside the cube (Central Park) or outside the cube, Karachi? Are you the baker? Am I your son? Perhaps you are me? And I’m you. Now there is a clue, then you’d be the son and I’d be the baker. Who’s driving the bus? Clue: None of the humans have a driving license! They all walk or go by bike, or they are too young to drive. Now if you really want to fry your noodle: Where is the bus parked? Remember, it’s all backwards. Tomorrow’s nine o’clock bus actually left yesterday at nine, twenty-six people got on and the bus arrived safely and exactly on time. Unusual bus company - arriving on time, that is. The Morph Door I’ve written a lot about the Morph at www.stuartwilde.com (click search: Morph Worlds), so I won’t go over it all again, save to say the Morph is an ambience that descends in room; It is a phenomena that seems to be all over the world. At least, I can say that I’ve seen it in many countries, in more than one hundred different locations, so my guess is that it is everywhere. Briefly it looks like dry rain with fast-moving swirls and vortexes in it. The Morph acts as a lens; it is a vast body of information, in it you can see mini-video clips and pictures that offer you a teaching. The Morph displays a special intelligence. I marvel at it. It can read your mind, sometimes it shows you things you want to see when you ask mentally. The Morph is for everyone. It’s not an elite thing or exclusively for adepts and the spiritually elevated, in fact probably the more elevated you are the less you will see. It evokes a sense of spirituality and humility. There is a trick to seeing it, you need to be in a darken room with no direct light and you have to be relaxed then you put your attention on the opposite wall and a second or so later bring your attention back towards you so you are focusing on the middle distance between the wall and you, and gradually you will see it. Your best chance is when you have not eaten or taken any alcohol; once you learn to see the Morph then eventually a door opens within it. The Shimmering Door Happy Holidays everyone. Things are going well now, finally at last. It is all real, y' know? Thirty years ago, m 'ol' teacher spoke of the dimensions of Camelot and the Camelot doorway and he spoke at length of the eternal Tao, which he said was the key to everything. Then he said, "Tolerate everything and skim the lake," meaning purify your self constantly, and he said we should search for the hidden door. My teacher was a strange man, he was decades ahead of his time, I owe him a great debt. He didn't say where that door was or how we should search, but it was obvious he meant process your life and journey inwards to discover who you really are. I took to these instructions and never wavered though there were times when the exigencies of marriage, family and tick-tock kept me greatly engaged elsewhere. I found the door in the end, and so will you if you take to the same instructions, and if you are dedicated. It won't take you thirty years, three-to-five at the most, for we are now in the end-game and things are going very much quicker. The door shimmers with a celestial intensity that is not easy to describe. I must say I always thought of it as a regular door with hinges and doorknob, it is not like that at all. It is a like a curtain constructed of geometries, like pentagons that are silver and white; essentially it is a transdimensional anomaly like the others I have talked of before. It is extraordinarily beautiful. When I saw it it stretched right across the room I was in, and looking into it I could see that it is thick, it goes inwards quite a long way. I could not see the other end of it but I did see a wolf right in the middle of it, guarding it. The wolf is not the only one that performs that duty, so I have been told, as other animals guard it from time-to-time, but I have not seen them as yet. Without question, the shimmering door is one of the most celestially magnificent things I have ever seen. I first saw it at 2.15 p.m. Pacific Time on December 22nd 2007, it was with me for over seven hours until 9.45 p.m. that night. Its radiant light shimmers at a pulse that oscillates at four cycles a second, so it is the same pulse as the theta brainwave. As the doorway, which is the entrance to Camelot, shimmers, it creates a concussive effect on one's body and one's etheric. It touches you, creating a donk-donk-donk effect that impinges on you two hundred and forty times a minute. Multiplied over the time it was with me it came to 108,000 pulses or oscillations, as those touch your soul they change you very deeply. The pulse of the Camelot entrance is extremely intense and at first it rather scared me. Further, it dominates the room so one can't really see the walls or the furniture beyond it, very well at all. In fact, I found it quite hard to keep my eyes open for any great length of time as the concussive effect made me feel rather queasy. It took me many hours to get used to it enough to where I could stand up and walk about a bit. When the donk-donk of the shimmering curtain touches you it wobbles your legs, you don't feel you have much control of your muscles, and when you stand you sometimes have the sensation of being pulled backwards. I nearly fell over several times. I can see now why it will take some very experienced, solid adults, to get the children across. The kiddies will find it very magical but without an adult to reassure them they would be very scared, they couldn't make it. Beyond the doorway is a celestial heaven, the one I have always promised you. I didn't see it this time but I know it is there. A unicorn came very early on just before the curtain appeared. I've never seen a vision of a unicorn before. They are in a dimension that is like a mystical forest, the She-She people are in there with them - intense beauty and the eternal Tao is their home. At night they sleep in flowers that are as large as a small cottage. They neigh like horses do except the sound is very musical; it is partly a horse's neigh and partly the sound of a nightingale. I have never thought of unicorns and sound before. It's all real, y' know? Be diligent and work hard, nothing is cast in stone. You can move up anytime and very fast if you so desire, and of course, you can falter. Nineteen people including seventeen members got to the lake of Avalon so far, so it can be done. How many will manage the Camelot door I can't say, but I can say that many more are due to arrive and try - steady people with lots of warmth and all possessed of a silent humility - people that walked along the banks of the Tao for many years, strong and content inside an eternity that they could not see, but they could feel it, and that was enough to carry them home. Reincarnation Revisited A few New Age teachers waffle on about reincarnation but I've never been very convinced, as what they teach seems more about ego-rubs than facts. And the Ayahuasca shamans of South America that I have met admit there is very little about reincarnation in the Aluna. And the Buddhist teaching of a thousand lives on the wheel of fortune and misfortune seems a bit extreme and highly unlikely, just from a mathematical stand point we don't have the global population for everyone to have a thousand lives. And Hindu teaching seems somewhat more accurate but their idea of uppity Brahmins and lowly Untouchables is very snotty indeed, and the idea of incarnating back as a dog or a flea seems a bit silly. On my first Ayahuasca journey I asked about reincarnation and I was told "It is everywhere." Then I asked to see God and was taken out into space and God turned out to be a vast, orange elliptic shape, like a NFL football. The orange dots were all the human emotions and prayers pleading for help sent in that direction. The cloud of dots was quite diffused, kind of hovering listlessly in space, undelivered parcels of energy; I could see the planet earth through it far in the distance. I found God rather boring and vastly disappointing. A long time passed and then on my thirty-fourth Aya journey two beings arrived at my side that I called 'purple and blue' as those were the colors they each radiated. They talked to me for four hours about the dimensions of Camelot, and my life and my journey, and my death, and about certain members of the RC I was thinking about at the time. Periodically they said, “Please, ask your questions.” I was so blown away by what they were telling me I didn't have any questions to ask and anyway my brain was not functioning normally as I was deep into my journey. Finally, embarrassed that I had no questions I said, “Please tell be about reincarnation. What is real and true and what is false.” They said, “Do you think you are ready to know about reincarnation?” To which I answered, “I think so.” They agreed to take me. Next, I found myself moving backward through many inner space dimensions very quickly, so fast in fact I had little time to comprehend what I saw to either side of me. Then I slowed down a bit and I came upon a dimension of very beautiful geometries, vast oblong boxes and various shapes, and delicate lines. It was all in the distance and I realized that was where reincarnation was settled for the time being, as far as my perspective was concerned anyway. As I got closer I began to feel the pain of it--billions of women in labor, it was really quite disturbing and then I could feel the pain of people's death--sickness, the wounds of war, accidents, drownings, murder, etc. The agony of cold, lonely deaths mixed with the pain of the human births was a great shock, and then when I saw the pain of all the human evil that reincarnation requires people to try and sort out, it overwhelmed me very quickly. The cycle of birth and death is all to do with evil. If people were not arrogant and evil they would not have to incarnate. Incarnation is a gift, like a second chance for the hopelessly lost, but it is not the great wonderment of evolution we think it is. That is an idea the ego thought up to make the need for itself reasonable and important. Yes, there are lessons to be learned being a human but they are not lessons that any decent spirit needs. This is a correctional facility. With a few exceptions, people that don't have crimes don't get sent here. Then again some spirits must incarnate for other reasons to experience Gaia in its natural solid beauty, to serve, to assist a family member make it, and a host of other reasons, but mostly it is all to do with ugliness, agony and pain. Evil people die in agony and they lose their faculties not because of crime and punishment but because they fall victims of the ghouls that respond to the ghoulishness in them. People walk around with their devilish attachments and those attachments (entities) feed off them and eventually kill them, like a virus might. A virus is just an extension of one or more of the ghouls that created it. Without the ghouls there would be no viruses. I saw in the Aluna, a famous teacher who is very rich. He had one hundred and sixty ghouls within a few feet of him. It was extraordinary; they hover close as he goes about his work. He is famous for overcharging people and gouging them. I had a little laugh when I said to myself, so this is what the gods of overcharging look like. They weren't very pretty. I saw how the man will collapse soon, a victim of his rapacious greed, his need to be important. He has a serious disease that can't be cured. I didn't see his previous incarnations but he must have been an evil tyrant that fed off others, I imagine. Now he is poncing about in his white shadow pretending to fix people. I am sure he thinks himself a saint. The illusions of grandeur are so disturbing to watch. Many humans only incarnate here once, as their next incarnations are not physical and many humans incarnate up to five times, there is no need for more. The reason is that either people pull out of evil and hell, or they drift ever lower to where they become so ghoulish they are irretrievable, and so after death they can't get out of the Aluna hells they descended into while alive. Now I'm not talking about people like Hitler here, I'm talking about ordinary people like the teacher I mentioned, people that think they are normal. People you meet on planes, say, that might seem pleasant and reasonable when you first speak to them until you discover their silent disdain and hatred and the hidden secrets of their lives. Remember, I have said before only about six percent of people in the western world are warm and normal, people that have a soul, the rest have no soul, they are all devils, often in disguise, cold, cruel and arrogant. Lawyers, politicians, preachers, gang bangers and stockbrokers, the sellers of pyramid schemes, flimflam merchants, real estate agents, prolific consumers, the killers of animals, and black magicians that don't realize they are black magicians, predators that spread fear and darkness for the thrill of it or, to elevate themselves. Feeling the pain of billions of births was pure agony and all the billions of lonely, painful deaths really scared me, but the evil of humans and their incarnations and reincarnations was too much karma in motion, watching it only took just a few seconds to make me violently ill. I was shuddering with revulsion. I said to the Beings, “Please get me out of here. I didn't realize reincarnation was just the sum total of pain and evil and the failure to transmute it...it is making me very sick indeed.” The words had no sooner tumbled from my lips and I was gone out of there, rescued by some kind forces I could not see. I was really rattled, it took me half an hour to recover. I can see now why reincarnation is kept a big secret from humans, it is all too depraved and disgusting to contemplate, and it would really scare people if they knew chapter and verse in advance. You don't get many chances, and this may be your very last chance. This is a correctional facility, if you remember that it should spur you on a bit. The Transdimensional Taxi Driver To understand the concept of transdimensional taxi drivers, you first have to accept the idea of dimensions, and you further have to accept that it is possible for the human mind to access those dimensions. But it goes further, we now know it is possible not only to see those other worlds but to walk out of this reality and go there. The transition is partial at first but eventually it becomes total - you step across. It’s effortless. My old teacher said that when things get critical initiates will appear to take people across, it’s like walking into an invisible Camelot that is interlaced with this reality. The difficulty people face is one of the fear of stepping into the unknown, and to that end the taxi drivers are soft, loving people that know the way, that can act to reassure others to undertake the process. One day back in 2001 an American woman that I knew from my seminars drove a thousand miles to see me to explain her vision of the transdimensional taxi drivers. She gave me a list of people and as she read out the names I could feel an energy shift take place on my forearm, like tingling. Then she’d include some dummy names and there was no morph sensation on my arm. Now all this would not have meant much except she knew about the prophesy of the upside-down pig. It’s an icon, a small block of information in the Morph. It says that at a certain time we will see an apparition of an upside down pig in the sky. It marks the end of an era. Strangely, the day after the lady left I saw an apparition in the sky of the pig; it was not fully upside down but say, 80% round from the right way up. I was really surprised to see it but I took it to mean that this idea of the transdimensional ones is soon to become true. Then over the next few years as I traveled around I met people who I felt sure had the qualities to straddle two worlds. And even if they were not the ones mentioned ages ago by my teacher, I realized they could still perform a valuable function in helping others. Because beyond books and concepts and even spiritual rituals, is the real thing, that place where you have to go and look for yourself. Sometimes you need someone to be there with you when you cross as a reassurance. The day of the taxi drivers will come, given time. Jolly Interesting Times Things are jolly interesting right now. The Fat Controller is so pleased with himself he’s doing pirouettes round the dance floor heading for the banana skin. The attorney general in Britain, a nob called Lord Goldsmith, has been implicated in authorizing an under-the-table bung to a Saudi Prince the tune of one billion quid in return for an armaments order. The Prince was quoted on telly as saying corruption has been around a long time so his billion smackeroolies are fair and reasonable. The Turks have placed 60,000 troop on the Iraq border, I said five years ago they would eventually mobilize and move south, if they could just march a mile or two south my prediction will become true …it is so irritating waiting for things to happen. The stock market has gone up like there is no tomorrow, and maybe there is no tomorrow… the Chinese stock exchange has risen 400% in the last year or so, everyone with a Yuan in his pocket has a stock account, one hundred million accounts have been opened, feels like 1929 to me. The Brits are spending billions on the Olympic games in London in 2012, which is very sad, as the games will be cancelled in the summer of 2010, so it’s load of smakeroolies down the drain that could go to deserving Saudi princes instead. They also paid 400,000 pounds for a new logo for the games. It looks like the word ZION so people think it’s about the Jews and Israel and the greater glory of Zionism and its place in the body corporate of the global Fat Controller - bloody strange. Angelina Jolie has just adopted her 95th child and she and Brad have set up UNICEF tents in the garden to handle the overflow of nippers running around the joint. They have a computer operated conveyor belt to handle diapers in and diapers out. An apparition of a skull appeared in the sky a few weeks ago, as clear as day and it stayed for three hours. It must mean something. I think when Jolie gets to a hundred kids it might create a pole shift. It is said if the poles swap positions suddenly it would create winds of 3000 miles an hour and waves three miles high. In that scenario my calculations say that most of the Saudi princes that are not nailed down would end up in the water about 1500 miles west of the Canary Island that are off the coast of Spain in case you can’t remember where they are. The sight of a Saudi prince moving overhead at 3000 miles an hour with a billion in his pocket for ballast, is considered by some to be one the Seven Wonders of the World. It certainly makes me wonder. All the current visions say there is going to be a global financial meltdown but not yet, and many pundits and City gurus say the dollar will collapse. Kuwait used to peg their currency to the dollar but recently they un-pegged it as they saw their assets dwindling, I figured if they called Goldsmith in London they could top themselves up quite quickly. People say Iran is building a nuclear bomb to wipe out the Jews. But the UN inspectors keep saying there is no evidence that Iran is building a bomb. I worry about Jerusalem as I saw a vision in 2001 in which it was entirely obliterated. Maybe the inspectors aren’t very good at inspecting things. Bush and the Zionists in the White House want to give Iran a whack in the mouth but all the generals keep saying that would be a very dangerous move, so Bush sent loads of his warships to bobble about in the hot sun off the coast of Iran while he’s deciding. Most think the attack is on it is just a matter of ‘when’. The ships are suffering bobble fatigue they can’t wait very much longer. Meanwhile, Bush went to Albania as he heard people like him there. They stole his wristwatch. Tut tut. It is all jolly interesting. Avoid Chinese stocks, Albania, bent English lords, flying princes, Iran and the Holy Lands, and the American dollar, and you should be just fine. Year End Updates GPS Satellites A while ago I saw a strange and beautiful vision of tanks in the desert, it looked to me like Iraq, and in the mini-video clip that I saw in my mind’s eye, a butterfly flew into the scene and it landed at the rear of a tank, which then flipped over backwards on to its roof. I had a feeling there would be a catastrophic failure of global satellite control systems, I’ve seen the same vision several times now. This is also linked to television systems. Morph TV Television like the GPS system is vulnerable and I’ve v seen loads of visions (fifty perhaps) of the television system failing for a few days or a week each time, and other visions of how the broadcast signal is liable to be hacked and how the official Grand Lies are vulnerable to contradiction. The TV system is very much a part of our human shadow made manifest (externalized) in the sitting room for us to watch. Of course, people don’t usually link the evil we see on telly with the evil inside of us. The cold, silent disdain we have for other humans is the same cold arrogance and disdain our leaders have for ethnic groups they don’t approve of that they want to bomb. The fat potentate on a fancy chair in a gilded room, meeting with other important potentates, is very much our ego going about day-to-day seeking observers, cloaked in the raiment of its importance. It is all a shadow play, and how you redeem yourself is you wake to the shadow within and incorporate it in your life. So you become both light and dark. Diana The Diana visions have been quiet for a while and Lord Stevens’ enquiry into the death came out as another whitewash for the authorities, so that was a bit of a disappointment. I have eased back on posting these visions, as it is rather delicate now for if the story ever comes out in full then murderers in high places come out with it. The aristocracy is very dangerous and not to be messed with. One day I was writing a quirky article about a certain obscure, upper-crust nob with sticky fingers (blood) and I left my desk to sit on the sofa for a few minutes break. While I was doing that my computer went into a calamitous meltdown for no apparent reason. My Diana article and all my word files were wiped out and even Microsoft Word and a few other software programs and a thousand old emails blipped off the screen never to be seen again. Brilliant eh? The nob’s name begins with a "G" as in "G" for goo. I tried Google for a copy of Microsoft Word but I had no luck so I coughed up $199.00 for a proper copy courtesy of ya man "G", like in "G" for Gates. The Dollar The dollar is trying to go into a meltdown. But the Fed’s keep holding it up. It has fallen recently from 1.25 to the Euro to 1.33 and then it firmed up to 1.31. But late in the day on Christmas Eve the Fiscal Report of the US Government was cleverly published once traders had gone away for their holidays. In that report it says that the government’s current debt liability for all it debts is 53 trillion dollars ($53,000 billion), and that that level of debt is unsustainable and it can never be met or repaid. Essentially that report admits the government is bankrupt. When a currency collapses the government concerned always passes exchange control regulation to make sure citizens don’t sell the rubbish and flee into other currencies. So for Americans to have a bit of money overseas out of the dollar in the Swiss francs or the Euro is good tactics. I’ve talked of this many times before so no point it discussing here again. The Final Cusp We are at the Final Cusp and history will say that 2007 was the year the world changed forever. We are in an Armageddon and while it may be a fight between Judeo-Christian psychopaths and Moslem ones in its outer manifestation; internally it is more the Armageddon of your soul. Will your silent darkness carry you to the digital hell worlds, or will you wake up and save yourself and go to the light? Let’s pop over to the Last Chance saloon and have a drink and discuss it. The dark is very sneaky and it can con you into thinking you are spiritual because you go to church, or because you have a diaper on ya head and you do yoga at four a.m. But all that is a trick so you never see the dark inside you and uncover it. Your shadow is the CIA of your mind, it controls without you being aware of it. You have to work on it now or it will close around and never let you out. Oil Oil is the black blood of our humanity, the ego’s desire for itself and power and velocity, which of course is an illusion of importance and grandeur. Like the workaholic that is very important and very busy and off to discuss very important matters to do with promoting its specialness. Black blood blinds you; it is a form of liquid hate for Gaia. So for humans to see properly once more, our black blood has to be taken from the collective global body and cleaned. It’s the dialysis for our collective human soul. So you can see why the oil has to go. Sooner or later the Jews or the Americans will attack Iran that should be enough to close the spigot, but then again I predicted about six years ago that the House of Saud would collapse. At that time the ideas seems ridiculous but now you can see that if insurgents attack the House of Saud (as they will) and if they get hold of all the Saudi oil then anything could happen. Once the oil goes the global ego dies and humans have to become real and they have to come off their ivory towers and work together to survive. It is like a New Age workshop on a global scale. Hugs and caring and sharing and love and stuff - might work. The loss of the oil is beautiful and global warming will be cured overnight so that it is a good thing. I said some time ago, get rid of your SUV while you still can, for soon it will be just an expensive ornament, and the only oil you will see will be dripping out of the gearbox mixed with rust. The predicted oil crisis is more or less about now. The Superior Force All evil meets a greater evil up ahead and it fights it to the death. So Hitler fought the Americans and the Russians, who then became the super powers. The 'superior force' rule is not a matter of "if" but "when". My guess is that we are just about to have a jolly interesting "when". Safety Safety and a final redemption lay with the Three Graces, which are generosity, tenderness and respect. If you are genuinely warm and you have the graces in copious amounts in your heart and you love all humans and you respect Gaia, you don't need to ask about safety, as you will always be safe. But if you don't have those aspects then you have to proceed with caution, as there maybe a "when" up the road ahead of you, like on When-esday or perhaps Thursday. I mention this in passing, as it’s very hard for the ego to comprehend that you may be the hidden evil the Forces of Light are trying to rub out. If you wake to that reality in time it quickens the mind and impels you to action (or not). The Scattered Camelots In the olden days, I spoke of the scattered Camelots, dimensional anomalies that were here one earth that humans could walk into. For a long time it was a feeling or sometimes the presence of an anomaly was indicated by a flash of violet light. But now I have started to see them for real, and I’ve seen humans walk in and disappear. I am rather pleased about that, as for a long time I had to take it on trust and it could have all been a load of cobblers, but once I saw it three times in a row, in three different countries, I knew it was right. There must be a host of aspects I don’t know yet, but essentially the scattered Camelots are real. We’ll need them later. The Morph The Morph has come down very strongly in recent weeks and there are small cubes in it that many of the Redeemer’s Club members have reported seeing, appearing in front of them. Those cubes are information downloads of some kind, and I believe they are there for you, whether you can see them or not. People have to go quick now as it is all upon us, the Great Unraveling as I call it, so that could be the reason for the suddenly appearance of the multi-colored digital cubes. Humans have to morph up to another level...pronto. Seeing the Morph The Morph is the greatest gift we frail humans have received in thousands of years. It is a phenomenon that enters the room that looks like dry rain with colored sparkles in it. Through the Morph you can access pure information. Writers and teachers may be honest people but their information can never be absolutely pure, because it is subject to interpretation and the filter of each person’s perception. Only information you access yourself is pure and because the Morph provides you with a lens into another world it opens you up a huge library of new information. We learned more about metaphysics, and spiritual dimensions in the Morph in five years than has been discovered on these topics in the last five thousand years. Redeemer’s Club members can email me on a daily basis via a bulletin board, and what I noticed was that many of them see the Morph without realizing it. Okay, they get a special resonance key when they join that helps them see it, but I was so moved by the fact that people are already at the doorway of the Morph without knowing it. It came as a wonderful surprise for me. Via the Morph, video clips appear on the walls of the room you are in, or they play in your mind’s eye, and with the videos come visions. The visions describe a language; I call it a lexicon because in a sense it is a dictionary. Each symbol in the Morph’s lexicon represents a word or a series of words, or it represents an idea. For example, a zigzag yellow line like a serrated blade on a dark background represents the tussle between light and dark. An elephant describes the presence of ghouls listening (elephant-big ears). Visions of water describe the Morph itself, as it is watery looking, and the appearance of a horse moving or stationary, describes energy in motion, like when things are moving up for you in your life. There are thirty thousand symbols in the Morph lexicon that myself and other have written down so far. When on your bed in a darkened room put your hand up in the air and see if your fingers start to oscillate and blip out of view. They will dematerialize from the tips downward, towards the second knuckle. If they do, the Morph is present wherever you are. And you are looking at your very first transdimensional doorway, as at the doorway physical objects go non-solid looking. When relaxing your mind suddenly blips out for a second or two, and you totally lose track of things, like missing time, that is a pulse coming to you via the Morph from another dimension. We call it a download, which is a bit of a fancy title for it, but in a way it is a download of a kind. It is a quantum of information, which is not like a conscious thought; it is more a silent ‘blip’ that contains information that is especially for you. That information appears in your feelings bit-by-bit during the next day or so. The reason why these blips are hidden is because they come from a pristine world and the fast hidden blip is so the ghouls can’t get to it and corrupt it, or countermand it by offering you contradictory suggestions. Of course, you can countermand the suggestions yourself but at least it’s not a dark energy deciding for you. The Origins of Man There is a battle raging in America between the Christian right and scientists as to the origins of man. Some Christians take the Bible story of Genesis literally. They believe God made Adam and Eve six thousand years ago, and that all the animals and plants of the world began at that time. This theory is called creationism. So when presented with evidence that fossils have been laid down in sediment that is known to be millions of years old, the creationists say that it’s a trick to test their faith. The scientists believe in the theory of evolution and Darwin’s survival of the fittest. So tall giraffes eat more leaves than shorter ones, so they survived to give birth to progeny that over time got taller and taller and that is why a giraffe is as tall as it is today. The evolutionists also believe that four billion years ago particles on earth clanged together randomly to form proteins and DNA molecules, and that from that 'particle-clang' process, single-cell life forms grew in a primordial soup of early earth to become humans. Some believe that Darwin said that humans evolved from the apes. But that was misinformation put out by those that were antagonistic to Darwin’s theories that hoped to ridicule him into submission. In fact, Darwin never said that modern man ascended from the apes. He said there is a gap in the fossil record and that he did not know how modern man evolved. The chance of particles bumping together to form the right amino acid chain to establish one life-sustaining protein are 10130 or 10 with one hundred and thirty zeros. Paul Davies who wrote The 5th Miracle says that life requires hundreds of thousands of proteins and the chances of them all coming together at random are 1040,000. Then the odds that millions of protein molecules happen into existence by chance just as millions of DNA atoms also happened to become viable at the same instance, and that they bound together to form millions of species of animals, plants and insects here on earth, would be 10 to the power of all the zeros you could put down on a piece of paper between here and a distant galaxy. The problem with the theory of evolution and the particle-clang theory is that it is mathematically fraught, and in terms of evolutionary scales the total of earth’s existence, four billion years, is not a very long time. Many believe there has not been enough time for the random clanging of particles to create life, never mind enough to form the human eye, or a finger nail, or fifty million animal, insect and plant species that exist or have existed on earth. There is a third theory, called 'intelligent design'. It is akin to creationism in that it says that a superior intelligence created life on earth, but the followers of intelligent design don’t agree with the Christians’ six thousand-year time frame; they side with the evolutionists in believing life on earth is hundreds of millions of years old. (The oldest documented fossils of living animals are 540 million years old). Some say it was God that designed life on earth and others say they don’t know who designed intelligent life except that it must have been a civilization that is older and superior to ours. Some believe that aliens placed us here as an experiment, and while no one can disprove the idea there isn’t any evidence for it either. The problem with the theory of aliens from another star system is they would also be living on an earth-like plant that sustains life that is in this universe, and that planet may not be any older than ours. So there is every chance that aliens from another system would not be any further forward than we are. What is unexplainable is that modern man, Homo sapiens, suddenly appeared in the fossil record thirty thousand years ago. There is no fossil record of us having evolved from any other beings or animals, and there is no record of us having been here on earth before thirty thousand years ago. Modern man is not linked to the Neanderthals in any way whatsoever. So the fossil mystery gives rise to a speculation I call the "plopped-on-earth" theory. The question is what form of intelligence (if any) dropped us off here thirty thousand years ago. The Fourth Alternative The answer may be found in a fourth alternative, a transdimensional theory that says we weren’t exactly dropped off; but that we walked in from another dimension. We know from watching the Morph that this world is not solid and having seen transdimensional beings (Tall Boys) walk into this 3-D earth-plane from other dimensions, and having seen a human dematerialize out of here, I realized that the walk-in theory might be possible. The problem with all the other theories of origins of man is that they look at the earth and humans as solid. Once you realize that the universe’s solidity is an illusion then it is perfectly feasible that a human could walk out of a multi-dimensional, non-solid, hyperspace into the 3-D earth plane. Then particle-clang looks silly as the origins of our humanity and all of life on earth could well have begun in an eternal, twenty-six dimensional hyperspace that might have existed for trillions upon trillions of eons before this universe came into being, just 13.8 billions years ago. Humans could be very old, much older than the universe. It is also very possible that our Universe is just one of hundreds of thousands, maybe millions of universes, that various human species have evolved in over timeframes that are so astronomical in length they boggle the mind. Here below is a P.S. about the origins of man that I saw in the Mirror World. The Origins of Man in the Mirror World-Aluna The mystical Kogi people of northern Columbia called the Mirror World, the aluna. In the aluna there is a record of the origins of man on earth. In there, it is shown that man walked in naked from another dimension but he was initially unable to cope. It was as if his brain was not as yet activated to deal with a world of three dimensions and gravity, so he initially lay down on the ground and fell asleep. While he slept a being came to him from another world and it placed six psilocybin mushrooms on his chest, three down one side and three down the other. When the man woke he found the mushrooms and being hungry, he ate them. A while later the mushroom’s affect took hold of him, and his brain that had been previously dormant, clicked into action and the man rose and stumbled off to find others who had also walked into this three dimensional plane on exactly the same day. I would presume women got here in the same way at the same time as the men. What is fascinating is that the anthropologist and ethnobotanist Terrance McKenna, who wrote Gift of the Gods, knew about the mushroom activation of human consciousness theory but he did not discuss the walk-in theory. He believed humans evolved from a primitive state akin to automatons, and that they then took the mushroom they developed the self-aware conscious that we know today. I have no idea how we will ever prove the walk-in theory because by its very nature it left no trace of what happened, but as creationism and evolutionism are open to question, it might be an idea to consider the possibility of walk-ins. A sophisticated form of the intelligent design theory might be right in the end as it doesn’t preclude walk-ins, and when dealing with other dimensions in hyper-space, one isn’t constrained by the tightness of a few billion years that particle-clang theory asks us to believe in. I reckon we walked in here just as the animals and the insects did, and that life is trillions-upon-trillions of eons older than our rather new universe. The Cat & the Lion One day in the sitting room of a friend’s house a mysterious film began to play on a white wall. I’ve told the cat story before but there is a new twist to it now, so please forgive me if I repeat myself. The film depicted a cat fighting in a forest against dark forces that were deformed animal shapes. She’d engage the dark beings by jumping up and fighting them in mid-air. They would fall to the ground and vaporize or some would slink off into the bushes defeated. Then mid-way through the film which lasted forty-five minutes, a very muscular dog appeared that looked like a cross between a pit-bull and a bulldog. I thought to myself that the cat was in big trouble. But as she jumped up to fight the dog the cat morphed into various felines: leopard, tiger, and cheetah and within seconds she became a lion and she defeated the dog with ease. The cat morphing into the lion tells me that in a time of crisis we all have the potential to morph up to a new level and do things we never thought possible. This especially so if you are on the positive, lighter side of things, the dark always faces a superior force that defeats it in the end; history is replete with examples of empires that crumbled and tyrants that were defeated. So safety lays with more softness not more aggression. At the end of the Morph movie the cat had cleared the forest and it is was all calm and beautiful and ghoul-free, and humans came wandering into the scene that they looked about the forest with awe. As I understood it the cat had fought to clear a place for humans to live in. When I saw the cat film I was bemused that it could play on a wall spontaneously with no camera or projector or any mechanism by which it might be projected on to the wall. That boggled my mind. But over the years since that happened I have come to believe in the phenomena I call the Morph and all its high-strangeness, and the visions and mini-TV clips that come out of it. And eventually I was given a way for other to see the same things and many report the full-color video clips playing in their mind’s eye and so I know it is real for them now as well. And the cat story came to pass exactly as I had seen it. The fights with the ghouls took place over a six year period and eventually the humans came and at first they were bemused and they only got to the entrance of the forest, they didn’t walk very far into it as yet. But they arrived none-the-less. It was so beyond what my heart expected and the little things I had hoped for back in the 80s, it was all beyond my wildest dreams really. A brave new world, a Camelot if you like, hidden inside this world. There is an intelligence that is celestial that drives our perception toward goodness and it shows us how to grow and step between two worlds, it has showed us how to partially dematerialize our bodies and more than four hundred at my seminars have seen that now. And I am sure many of you have seen that without my help. The power is teaching us how to grow in our perception of what is possible and what we can become, and so there is reason to hope in what seems a world of complete madness. We must follow the subtle way of tenderness and respect and wait for the moment when we are given the opportunity to become more, the moment when the cat morphs into its lion-self. Stay warm; you’ll get your chance. The dark will triumph for the next few years and humans will be forced to make their choices for the cold, hard, cruel, vindictive way, or the tender, soft way and once everyone is committed one way or the other, then the dark will serve no further purpose and it will be swept away. And what is left behind is the affectionate heart of our collective humanity beating as one, under the raiment of the stars above and just as we know the names of the stars now, in that time they will also know our names and the animals will sit close by as our friends. The Last Chance Saloon We are poised on the cusp that I wrote about in my book Whispering Winds of Change. I said that the world splits into two parabolas of evolutions. One is cold, cruel, dogmatic and elitist; the other is open, warm and inclusive. The cruel parabola tears itself apart in the end fighting with others only the spiritual parabola survives. The death of the global-ego is upon us. Each decides his or her fate by choosing a silent disdain for humanity or an open acceptance of all people and their beliefs. We have been raised in the West to be very special and important people; it is the cult of the Chosen One, he or she who believes they have been divinely selected but it is unsafe now. Karma is about to adjust our perception of things. I have always felt that it is a major advance to your perception when you accept that you are nothing and completely irrelevant in the great scheme of things, because by in being ‘nothing’ you embrace an eternity that is very safe. The tall poppies fall in droves, because oil is to be taken from us. When the oil goes the fascists march in the street. You have to choose: on the one hand you get a nice uniform but a rotten karma and on the other hand there is the flicker of redemption in the distance and your eventual escape to spur you on. I have seen two arrows hit the earth and I taught a group in the Redeemers Club members to see the min-video clips that come out of the Morph that play in one’s mind’s eye and they have seen the arrows as well. Meteors, comets, we don’t know? But Gaia has had enough of humanity’s disdain and the obesity of our soul that kills and feeds on the animals - Gaia’s children, to the tune of millions a day. There is no end to the pile of corpses that are slaughtered to feed our podgy gluttony. She’s disgusted with that she will stop global consumption to save the planet it stands to reason. If you are humble and well meaning and if you have no silent disdain in your heart for people, you enter the gentle space of a tender soul and you drift naturally through a lack of the ego’s demands to a place close to the zero point. I recently showed a couple of hundred how to dematerialize their upper body, once you are not much attached to the desires and a rapacious need to satisfy the ego the rest you goes also goes wispy and you can eventually roam about where you wish. It is the threshold to a brave new world. Let the Nazis have the streets we are not here to fight them. No. We have to love them and admire their crisp uniforms and appreciate how they suckered the human shadow to come out of hiding for all to see. That is spiritual moment for humanity, when Hitler rises from his grave to attend once more. For unless the shadow comes out, there will never be a proper justice for ordinary people for the shadow will rule forever. Once it comes out fully for all to see, then it will eventually fall. Meanwhile, we’ll walk the other way taking a few with us if they want to come. It all came true in the end. The attack on Iran is not far off. The battle fleets are sailing full speed into a nasty surprise. Dogma meets dogma with a clash of shields, while the dogs of war strain at the leash snarling to be let loose. History will say it was inevitable that the cult of the Chosen One would draw itself into battle with ghosts that scurried in the night that were hard to find and even harder to subdue. For the ghosts in the night represented an external manifestation of the very inner shadow of the elite, but they never saw it before it was too late. The elite fought their own shadow to the death. So when you pop into the Last Chance Saloon order, tenderness, generosity and respect, straight, no fizz. Doing that a door opens and you walk through to the back into a garden where you will be surprised to find a few old friends who have also had enough and they also want to return home to the celestial place from which we all came. They thought a human had to die to get there but that turned out to be an old dogma and inaccurate. They were not disappointed. It is all good, there is a happy outcome and soon we’ll see a new dawn approach. Come Now…If You Can I’ve said in the past be tender and warm and be patient and our time will come. The hidden door that I have searched for over the last twenty-five years finally appeared. At first, I just looked through it and I documented what are now 40,000 visions. It showed me dimensions, Gaia, the souls of animals, the mirror-worlds and the destiny of our little planet. Then I got up and stood near the door and I saw a very important vision that showed me how I could show these strange and mysterious things to others, even if they had no experience or training at all. I knew our time has come. The age of the scattered Camelots is soon upon us. I’ll explain. Recently, I did five workshops at an old castle in France and sixty people from the Stuie Wilde Internet email “A” list showed up. It was exciting to meet people from the other end of the Internet phone lines. There were a few real warriors amongst the attendees. I showed them the Morph and the doorway that’s just yards off the end of your fingertips at 90°, it takes a while to understand that. Then I showed them the vortex at the entrance that guards the Holy Grail and the hidden Camelots. It’s also a little hard to comprehend at first, because it is only about one inch across at this time. The doorway leads to the Grail castle and bliss. But everyone saw it bit-by-bit, and then I showed each of the participants how to place one fingertip into that vortex, and they saw the end of their finger elongate and dematerialize. The door is surrounded by a gravitation anomaly that tugs on you a bit, which is why your finger elongates. If you see the Morph just once then you will always see it. It’s like those 3-D holographic pictures that have a hidden image in them. You look and look and see nothing, and then suddenly you can see flying birds say in the picture, and once you’ve seen them the first time and you know how to do it and you can see the hidden image every time. Then I had the participants in France sit in a chair at the threshold of the Morph door. If you are in the Morph anomaly it dematerializes your upper body. It’s not scary. It evokes bliss. All sixty people dematerialized and blipped back twenty-to-thirty seconds later. Everyone watched the others do it one-by-one. After that I showed them how to pull visions from the Morph, as that is the best way to become safe. Once you can see into the Morph you are no longer blind. Once you get the visions, it teaches you. It is a vast database that loves you and it has your best interests at heart. If you are fed up with the hackneyed repetition of the old format and you long for a world that is fresh and new, the Morph will show you - it will carry you back home to the eternal bliss of the feminine spirit. Once you can see that, the Camelot dimensions I’ve written about will open for you, though that may take a few years. If you can’t see the Morph or the Grail vortex it might be because you are not as warm and tender as you could be. It doesn’t matter, you don’t have to be a saint, and anyway, you can come to one of my gigs and I’ll show you, or you find someone else that knows and have them show you. But you have to make a move now, no more dithering. We strived for the door for over two decades, but it won’t be there forever, one day it will close again. This is it - our chance finally arrived. Taxi anyone? Apparitions This is so exciting I’m fit to burst. There is a door opened now and three people in the Redeemer’s Club saw a number of different apparitions in the sky in several locations around the world. The apparitions were hundreds of feet high and they stayed in the sky for hours and hours, as I said they would. When the whole world sees them we will have a spiritual revolution over night. The apparitions in the sky were all within a few days of each other over the last weekend - huge goddess visions and the horsemen of the Fractal Queen crossing the sky. And then the teacher that some of you on the “A” list are aware of from thirty years ago, the one that people called “OC” (Old Chinese) the one I studied with, he came back in the aluna. You could have knocked me down with a feather I would have never guessed that. Goodness knows what the teaching will be this time. He came from another world. I am not worried about the dark and Iran and all that New World Order stuff. It is all good and a part of people’s karma. The faster the Nazis come the better they can’t be defeated while they are hiding inside people’s souls. We need them tromping about in their natty uniforms that will help us a whole bunch. There are two evolutions, you can belong to the world’s horrid stuff or you can go the other way. Perception helps and Aya’ is the why to go if you can afford it, as it replaces DMT in your brain, and so you start to vision naturally and you start to see the celestial and the beauty of it all. I’ve always felt that the power of visions is one of the main disciplines/gifts of your higher understanding and betterment, and to be able to see the beauty in everything and to understand that all the power of the universe is at your finger tips, resting in the simplicity of things. The less complicated the better, that’s the love of the Tao expressed over and over. Our time is just about to arrive for with the Nazis come a higher perception and great spiritual powers…silent powers. Hell and heaven come hand-in-hand two sides of the same coin... very nice. The Circuitous Journey When I started the Redeemer’s Club I was surprised how many people came in that had been participants from my Warrior’s Wisdom seminars in Taos back in the early 1990s. There must be a karmic link between us like a family. It’s been a long circuitous journey, and those of you that can’t join the club for financial or logistical reason please don’t worry there are a couple of inexpensive gigs I’m doing that you can come to if you wish, one in London (April 1st )and one in Las Vegas in May, see info here at NEW. And I am sorry I couldn’t do the club on the cheap but I have to attend to members and their daily questions every day for a year, and there are up to four free seminars they get and a host of events at a 45% discount, and so I had to price the club at a level where it made commercial sense. So I pitched it at nine euros a day in the first year and four euros a day in the second and third year. The people that joined early got it a bit cheaper than that so I did what I could do given the work involved. The members get access into the Morph but in way you can get it without me, and many of you have a destiny there, I know that for sure. Strangely looking back at the story it almost all came true in the end, and while a few bits and bobs are still in the becoming, essentially it is all there chapter and verse, and the Camelots will come as well, for we’ve seen them and so if that is your goal hold steady and you’ll get there one way or another. You can search and search for the hidden door and go through endless pondering and wondering, thinking and confusion but the key to everything is the day you realize you ARE the hidden door. That is why no one’s potential is ever excluded; the only exclusion policy is inside your heart for if you have not processed your shadow and it remains in place then technical difficulties arise. I have said in the past the celestial is protected by two bands of evil that you have to cross to get there; it is like going over two fences while crossing a field. You over one into a ‘no man’s land’ and then a few months later you cross the next barrier and on toward the door. If your shadow is in still repressed and hidden inside as you approach the door that is within you, the ghouls come out in droves to stop you and they will give you a fright and you’ll be forced back. We are on the cusp of the rebirth of Hitler. It sounds jolly spooky but it is a very good thing, the world needs it, here is why. While the global shadow is hiding it has great power to drive armies and cause death, torture and pain, but once it comes out for all to see and we go into an era of open fascism be it literal or the modern version of it ‘techno-fascism’ with Big Brother over our shoulder controlling every aspect of daily life, then everyone can see what is happening and it is no longer hidden. Then people have to decide what they believe in, some will join the Police State others will go to love, respect and freedom. It is the process of indicting humanity, yes or no, each chooses. Once those choice have been made and each has proved his or her loyalty to one side or another then the record of that is locked in place in the global soul: With Gaia or against her, with the heart of the people and fairness, or against it, with justice or with repression and so forth. Almost everyone has already made their choice but some remain on the cusp alternating between the two side, yes-no, maybe. And once the oil goes and the global-ego starts to die most will flip to the dark side. Imagine the first day when the chicken McNuggets fail to arrive in time for the waddling behemoth’s lunch. He or she will become angry and when the TV suddenly doesn’t work and the lights go on and off intermittently and when the family car sits motionless in the driveway, a testament to a bygone era, then you’ll see how most of the soul’s decisions are already made. Those vacillating can watch the postman peddle up the street delivering notices that the pensions have become worthless and the welfare has been cut in half as the government is a bit broke right now and so forth. Once the darkness comes out of hiding it eventually dies and then the world changes. It is like a civil war that might tear a country apart for a decade or more and eventually the combatants that remain alive have no more heart for the fight and they make peace with each other and the country or the tribe or the family is re-unified. It is symbolic of the light and dark within you that comes back together in the end. While you insist you are all light and sweetness and all things bright and beautiful your shadow remain hidden with in you and you are in great danger, vulnerable to the shadow of others finding you. But once you process that darkness, the wounded child within, then you are safe for your little brother or your little sister becomes your shield and protector but first you have to bring it out and recognize it and love it for the pain that was inflicted upon it and the pain it subsequently inflicted on others. Gradually a peace treaty is struck and the civil war within is resolved. In the end the dark has to be loved and made whole or it causes big trouble. So individually you have a great chance and then globally the dark has no chance because once it comes out for all to see and we go through all that palaver, the global dark falters, and in the end a great silence descends over us and all you will hear at the very end is the sound of running water. Watch your visions and dreams for they are real and they will show you the way if you wish for it. And while the winter of the global discontent is made manifests in all its ugliness, go quietly and confront nothing, consume little, hold to beauty and agree to be last. That, as the Taoist say, is the water course way, to take the lowest spot. The last will be first and when you are offer “first” you must bow and show a genuine reverence and gratitude for the great gift offered you and then you must politely decline and walk away. That is the secret trick to the Holy Grail, when you are offered it you must decline it for all those that accept it do so from their own importance so it is taken from them. Quirky eh? Go placidly amid the waste and remember it is all true and it will all now come to pass. Avoiding the Collective Karma Your waking intellect (your personality) brings to you an instant karma. For example, if you are diligent and responsible, life tends to treat you the same way. If you are uncaring and irresponsible, you pull to you all sorts that will treat you erratically and let you down. If you are out of control emotionally and unattentive, you slip off the sidewalk and sprain your ankle. If you stay in control and focused, you complete your journeys without incident. If you are generous, people treat you warmly, if you are mean, life will treat you more harshly. Your waking intellect bends reality to suit your personality so quite naturally you see and comprehend life and events as you want to see them. Beyond the intellect is your subconscious. Very few have much idea what their subconscious mind is or what information it contains. You will see it talking to you in your dreams but it may offer you such an incoherent hotch-potch of images and feelings, you haven’t much of a clue what it is saying. The subconscious mind is more the ‘real’ you in that it doesn’t have the fake concoctions of the waking intellect; it just accepts your feelings and ideas without the ability to alter them. Simply put, you could say, beyond denial is the subconscious. It is the perpetual memory of everything that you are and all your innermost feelings. Your intellect ceases when your brain stops functioning at death. But I believe your subconscious lives on in a mirror-world dimension that is placed opposite to this one, right is left in the world of the subconscious mind. It effect, the subconscious is what we call ‘the soul’. Jung discovered much about the collective unconscious. He said we are all linked by the same archetypes and symbols: mother, father, life, death, etc. Jung was right. We are all one mind, and while you have your own karma, which is fairly instant arising from balance and imbalance, you are also linked to a more distant collective karma of your society or nation, and that is linked into an even more distant global karma. Deep in the subconscious are your archetypal feelings and impulses: love, hate, equanimity, arrogance, each is a defined compartment, you could say each is a dimension of it own birds of a feather flock together in the subconscious realms. You drift into that part of the mirror-world that is comfortable for you. Where you go your long-term karma goes with you for your subconscious mind can pull to you a long-term individual karma as well as a more distant collective karma that belong to you as well as many others. Your instant karma can easily change by taking charge of your life and being more practical and living a healthier lifestyle, but your long-term collective karma is more trapping. You can’t escape that as easily unless you make moves very early on. For example, if you were a carpenter in Nagasaki in the 1940s, you had your daily instant karma, keeping your family fed say, but unbeknown to you a collective karma approached. If you were aware of your subconscious and that of the people around you, you would have left Nagasaki and many thousands probably did. Others traveled there the day before the bomb. They came to join the collective subconscious department that accommodates for 200,000 incinerations in one day. The trick to understanding the collective karma is to listen to what people are saying about their feelings and to watch their innermost impulses. If you watch the news, you’ll see the national-ego running rampant. It’s all arrogance and disdain and self-interest - so you can see where the national karma might be headed. The trick is to uncouple from the collective feelings and try to discover who you really are. Do you agree with the ideals being expressed or do you differ? What are your innermost feelings and impulses? You may discover that you like the shared impulses you see on the news, and if you do, you will have to accept the collective fate that that might create. The problem is you don’t know exactly where the collective fate will end up. Is it Nagasaki or Nivarna? Here is an example; the long-term karma of America is to go bankrupt. Americans consume more than the planet can provide, eventually the supply and demand lines will creak and fall apart. If you were a citizen hoping to avoid her karma, you would consume less and make your ego’s needs less demanding, so you could easily handle a sudden down-turn. If you were sophisticated at karma-