

MERLIN & THE SCIENCE (Volume One)

PART ONE: AN APPRENTICESHIP IN CHAINS AND DRAGONS

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Copyright 2012 Justin Suchley

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**ONE** The force fields of the Earth were manipulated in Stone Age times for the mass-production of food: and later in this story I'll tell you how that was done by the prehistoric technology of stone and soil. In Ancient Greece, temples like Delphi were built where magnetic-electrical forces meet in the Earth's crust; and in those times it was believed the forces are linked to a spectrum of divine powers functioning as one collective 'Earth Spirit', or 'Spirit of The Earth': 'God' in other words. Iron Age people called these rivers of power 'serpents' or 'dragons'. And in England, when Christianity learned about a particular one of these force fields hundreds of churches got built along its length from West to East: even to the point of smashing up whatever had been built there already so as to put a church there instead. The so-called 'male' part of the force-field was named after the Archangel Michael, while the 'female' part of it was named after the Virgin Mary. That's why, in the end, it was called 'The Saint Michael and Saint Mary Line'.

In the little book I'd found, a map showed all of the famous old places in England where the great serpent of magic flowed: and soon afterwards I went on a pilgrimage, if you can think of it like that; because that's really what it was: a pilgrimage. I spent a year and a half traveling from place to place in England where this magical river of force supposedly exists and meets occasionally with other powerful forces flowing through the ground: and you know what – there really was something there? It even had a sort of hiss or hum that filled the air inside these old churches. I could literally feel the forces when I walked into them. It was a strange feeling: like something glowed inside my chest – something glowed. It was like that feeling when you meet someone and you think you've just fallen in love – it was like that; a sort of slow-motion explosion inside the chest. It was a vivid and even quite a shocking thing sometimes, I have to say; and I got sort of addicted to it.

And there was another feeling that I'd get when I walked into the force fields – it was like I'd suddenly go really light-headed. It was like when you stand up too quickly but without that feeling of sickliness. You know, that feeling where your head sort of fills up with light; and your vision goes a bit sparkly. But when I'd step away from the forces all of that'd stop; and I'd just go back to normal. But the one I really noticed was the exploding thing inside the chest. I'd even start to feel that before I stepped onto a force field: I'd even feel it just as I was approaching it but not actually inside it yet.

Incidentally – and this might not sound too good at all but I'll tell you anyway... Did you know that the Nazis were aware of these forces; and that Adolf Hitler actually tried to use them? I can hear you thinking _'what? Hitler? Huh? Is this writer an insane Nazi or something?'_ What I mean is this... In old Germany the forces were called 'norns': and a very famous old town in Germany that was built where two serpents cross was named after these 'norns', when it was called 'Nuremberg'. Hitler had the Nuremburg Stadium built in such a way that the place where he always stood and gave his rantingly mad and insane speeches was that exact spot in the Earth where the two 'norns' cross through each other. These were the sort of locations where churches were built so that the altar could be placed exactly where the forces really do mingle with each other sometimes.

See; people have been trying to use the forces of the Earth for all sorts of purposes and reasons: some good and some not so good at all. Hitler was, obviously, not so good. But, you see, this is exactly where people get it all befuddled in their heads and start thinking that the force fields are evil and bad and all of that stuff – it's not that the forces are bad it's that people can be bad. And that those bad people used the forces for their own bad purposes. The forces themselves are actually completely neutral and are neither good nor bad. They are magnetic-electrical. It's the poison of those people that's the problem. Think of it like this... Is the electricity in the telephone-line evil? Or is the evil one in fact the person saying evil things into the telephone? Obviously it's the person saying the evil things that is evil. Electricity is just electricity. And that's what the force fields are: magnetism and electricity.

No, the forces of the Earth are a natural power – like oil or gas or anything natural that's already in the Earth, but they're a power that isn't necessarily something you can run your fingers through, like oil; but you can sort of soak your mind in it. It's some kind of a mental power that they can give you: a psychological thing. The magnetic-electrical field of the Earth is a power that is to do with the mind – not in a bad way, like 'wooo – the evil mind' and all that nonsense: but just simply the mind. Your mind. Your mind being this thing that thinks and generates emotions and all of that and all of what that means. These are natural forces or powers or whatever you want to call them that are able to touch and affect your mind. And, incidentally, it's exactly that quality that the forces have... And it's because of what these so-called 'serpents' – like the Saint Michael and Saint Mary Line – actually created inside that magnetic-electrical field... It's because of that effect they have on the human mind that I went on this huge journey in learning about them; and all of the other stuff that happened in this story that I'm telling you about. That thing that they can do is exactly what this story is all about. But that'll all get a lot clearer the more you listen.

Anyway, where were we? Oh yeah , so anyway... You might wonder what else these natural forces were used for? Well, we might not know it but the Stone Age people really did know all about these invisible serpents; and they built hundreds of amazing places out of earth and stone that not only used these forces for some very practical reasons – like the creation of huge amounts of food – but also that showed exactly all of the weird twists and turns and other shapes that were made by these mysterious force fields in the Earth. The serpents!

For example, there's one very, very old place in Wiltshire ( _South West England_ ), called Knoll Down, that Stone Age people created thousands of years ago to sort of manipulate the serpents so that they could create tons and tons of food: I'll tell you just a little bit about it – not how they created all of that food because that story comes later, but how they manipulated these forces... First of all, two of these giant serpents flow right through the middle of the Avebury stone circle, which is also a place that the Stone Age people created; but there's another serpent running into Avebury known as the 'Beckhampton Serpent' because it's said to vanish into the ground near a place called Beckhampton – just over a mile away from Avebury. But actually, where it disappears is somewhere that not a lot of people know about. It's near to Beckhampton, and it's a forgotten place called Knoll Down. When you see it from a distance it looks like an elongated wood; until we start getting closer to it... And then we see how the trees cover a very old place that was created by people way back in Stone Age times.

When you go there you realize that not only are you walking into an old wood, but that you've walked into a huge open-aired tunnel in the ground that is blocked at one end by a very high bank.

The Beckhampton Serpent rises out of the ground at Avebury... then it flows for a mile or so across country... to then enter this open end of the long earthwork until it reaches that end bank; where the serpent splits suddenly into a huge fork of energy. The two prongs of the fork rise up each side of the end bank... until they both suddenly each form a spiral... that goes down... into the ground... in opposite directions. To the mind's eye the fork of energy and its two opposite spirals looks like the horns of a ram. That's why it's a phenomenon in Nature called a 'Double Ram's Horn Spiral'. But there's something that most people don't know about that double-spiral phenomenon which I wasn't thinking of mentioning here; but now that we're on the subject I probably should...

Science found out that the so-called 'Big Bang' (that's the explosion that apparently started the formation of this universe)... It created particles of matter and it also created units of pure light. Matter is in the form of particles and light is in the form of units of pure light called 'quanta'.

Quanta and particles are the first ingredients that combine with each other to form an atom: and so therefore quanta and particles are the first ingredients that create... Well – everything: including the human body!

But it's the way that particles and quanta actually create the atom that's the secret...

When a quanta shoots past a group of particles it slows down: and then it starts dancing in a snake-like wiggle... along a sort of 'wand' of electro-magnetic energy... up towards the group of particles. Then it hits the particles: and when it does that it suddenly explodes... to form two new bodies – an electron and a positron. Now these two both spiral... in opposite directions – thus creating that double ram's-horn spiral effect. Suddenly the two spiraling bodies start spinning.

They are now both orbiting around the group of particles.

The orbiting electron and positron... plus the group of particles that they are both spinning madly around... They are all together now starting to form an atom.

But that unique shape made by the quanta's little serpent-dance up the wand of electro-magnetic energy – and its sudden explosion into two new bodies that spiral in opposite directions... It is a ram's horn pattern that the forces of creation reproduce again and again throughout the cosmos; including in the ground at that place I was describing – Knoll Down; where the atmosphere is that of legend.

Entering the wood at Knoll Down the vapors of the dragon can be imagined surrounding everything: and earlier on in this story, I said that the rivers of force – like the famous Saint Michael and Saint Mary Line... They were also called 'dragons'; and that I'd tell you about why people long ago started to call them dragons. Well, there are a number of reasons why they did that: but one reason is very strange; and I'll tell you what it is... In my early encounters with these forces it happened quite a few times that I'd get the feeling that something really big – and I mean something absolutely huge – was watching me from close by. Sometimes I'd even see the thing as if it was reflected inside my head: and it was a dinosaur. It had very strange eyes and it was always watching.... watching. And huge. But why was I sensing the presence of this thing and sometimes even seeing it in my mind – why?

What was it doing there?

I'll explain... The primeval world of the dinosaurs dominated Earth for over three hundred million years – which is a fantastically long time: hundreds and hundreds of times longer than human beings have existed on Earth. And when those giant meteors came and destroyed their world, the dinosaurs – and their terror in the face of that destruction – imprinted on the Earth's force field as well: because like sound can be trapped in a physical material (like on vinyl or on tape) using magnetic fields and various chemicals, so too the presence of the dinosaurs became trapped inside the Earth's magnetic-electrical forces.

That huge residual memory was often most vivid where the concentrated rivers of magical force flowed through the ground: and that residual memory was what I was seeing. It was an imprint of a dinosaur captured (the imprint, not the creature!) by the force field of the Earth. It's a peculiar phenomenon of Nature; and it also suggests that these particular force fields of the natural world... They quite possibly were responsible for creating in the global human mind a subtle and obscure fear that has resulted, again and again, in atrocity and war.

**TWO** The only device at this point in the story that I could actually use with which to sort of interact physically, mentally... literally, if you know what I mean... with these invisible forces... was me – that's really all I had: me and my physical sense of feeling. My living human body, in other words. I didn't have anything else – none of these dangly things like crystals on chains or bent pieces of metal that they hold in each hand sometimes or anything like that: no... all I had was me and my senses. But I have to say, it really was a good way to learn, it really was. It was like I had to learn a totally different way of feeling, I suppose you could say. It was learning to feel with your body rather than your emotions or anything like that. The body was the thing. And therefore I think it was because of that physical side to feeling these forces or whatever they are that I realized this whole thing is actually real. It's not to do with any imagination stuff but with actual physical... real... here and now stuff; you know... Real. And as for the feeling itself, it wasn't just that strange feeling of going light-headed – like when you stand up too quick but without the nausea – whenever I stepped into a serpent and then going back to normal when I stepped away from it: it was mostly that exploding thing inside my chest.

I was learning how to feel that feeling of love exploding inside my chest – but that's a very cutesy and pretty-pretty and romantic way of saying it. But what I should say here is that it was during this time that I learned how Love is a real thing: it's not something in the imagination, and it's to do with something that happens inside our bodies. When we meet someone and love explodes inside us it's because the forces that penetrate everything – including our own mind, like I said earlier – are responding to an impulse that's coming through (or from) The Unconscious, as Carl Gustav Jung ( _1875 – 1961_ ) called it. We might call it The Gods or God; or any other name we choose; but from that origin an impulse comes... and touches the Earth's forces... so that an explosion happens inside us: and that's what love is.

Anyway, getting back to the story... One day after following the magical serpents through the countryside I got back to London and there on the doorstep was a little delivery of those funny-looking L-shaped copper rods you can use to interact with the forces: like I mentioned a minute ago. I'd been thinking that really I should try and find out how to connect as directly as possible with these serpents or forces or whatever they are with the proper tools. For me the time had come to start using a tried-and-tested method that is especially designed to show you quite literally what the forces are doing and all. I mean, it was all very well just going to these places where I knew the forces were supposed to be and then sensing what was there – that was great and it was very interesting; but wouldn't it be even better if I could actually interact with them in a much more real and vivid sort of way – and to even maybe find them in places where nobody else knew they existed? I reckoned it'd be a whole new world of discovery – like a magical adventure or something...

So about a week later, in August 2003, I'd taken a group of people – my brother, his wife, their kids, a few friends... I'd taken them all out one evening into Hampstead ( _North London_ ) for a little party in the woods around there; and I was showing those funny little copper-rod things to my nephew, who was about twelve years old at the time. As you probably know, the copper rods are like bent over into an L-shape and you sort of grip one in each hand (like you're holding a gun in each hand) – you know; with the short part of the 'L' in your grip, and the long point of the 'L' pointing forwards.

Anyway, I was there showing my little nephew how to use these things when he just suddenly said that I should start talking to whatever it was that was moving the rods. Like literally talk to it. He said that instead of asking this thing to show me stuff in the ground – like where the serpents were and all that... That I should ask it direct questions instead – you know, things like 'are you there?' Or 'was I born in London': and even really personal stuff that only I'd know the answer to. I remember looking at him feeling horrified by the idea, to be honest. It seemed like an insane thing to do. That was a very shocking idea: to actually have a direct conversation with... What? And something really was moving the rods – I have to say it was. But when he said I should actually talk to the thing that was moving the rods – like ask it direct questions... That was totally taboo.

I think I said to him that if you do that you'll probably go mad – or something like that. It was a frightening thought, to be honest. I remember being shocked that he'd even suggested doing it. So guess what he did? He just grabbed the rods right off me and started doing it himself – just asking the questions one after another! I couldn't believe it. He started asking the invisible... weird... whatever-it-is all of these questions – one after the other. I remember his dad standing there watching with his hands on his hips and a big frown on his face. I think he thought it was a crazy thing to do as well. Never-the-less, I could see from where I was standing that something did seem to be answering his questions; and it was answering him by that usual method of moving the rods inwards to say 'yes' and moving them out to say 'no'.

That is the classic, standard way that the rods give their answers.

The funny thing about it all was that my little nephew wasn't just getting spot-on answers to things that only I knew the answer to – you know, personal stuff... but he seemed to think the whole thing was completely normal. He was merrily asking this question after that question. Everyone else (including me) was just standing there and watching him while looking pretty much horrified. It was quite funny in a way.

After that I couldn't stop thinking about the fact that something that couldn't be explained away really had been answering a young boy's questions; and I was hugely intrigued by it – I mean, what on earth was that? How could something... something that apparently wasn't there... be answering someone's even very personal questions? I mean, he was asking questions that I'd given him to ask – and that only I could possibly know the answers to – and the answers that came back through the rods had been absolutely spot on. It didn't make sense.

Of course, even a week after that thing had happened I still didn't dare to ask any questions myself. No; instead when I was on my own or whatever I'd only amuse myself with asking to be shown where the serpents were and what sort of shapes and streams they were making in the ground. But you know what? There really were huge serpentine forces in the ground. They were exactly these endless rivers of some kind of force in the ground: and sometimes they were really wide as well – like I mean maybe seven or eight big paces across; from one side to the other. They had an atmosphere... It was a little bit... It was like when I went into them something was there. Before I walked into one of these force field things – these serpents – I felt like I was completely on my own. But then when I walked into one and when I was inside the force field I was all of a sudden definitely not on my own.

Something was there.

It's like suddenly I'd become visible. Whereas before – when I was outside the force field I was not visible: I was totally invisible. But when I went into the force field something could see me. But it was something kind: and very wise. And it could see me. They were just like they'd been on my pilgrimage thing – out across England, like I told you a bit about. They were definitely strange... but sort of very, very likeable. They were sort of, erm... kind. I felt kind when I went into them – even when I went near them. This was also the beginning of the times when I was seeing the dinosaur nearby (like I described a little bit earlier in this story), which I don't think was particularly wise and kind at all, by the way.

I did a lot of this playing about with the forces at night because all of my little adventures here and there using these copper rod things were done outdoors, and I didn't want anyone to see me. One place in London where I'd spend hours and hours was on Primrose Hill ( _North London_ ); and I got to know all of the special, secret, and magical places there. Clearly other people had known about the magical places on that famous old hill as well, because at some point in the fairly distant past they'd planted a circle of trees around each place where the magic was most powerful. A lot of these trees were old trees so they must have been planted like that a long time ago. By the way, I suppose I should tell you (and as a bit of a history lesson) that these deliberately planted circles of trees are very famous things throughout Britain and Europe and they're called 'groves'. Early historical records say that these groves of (usually oak) trees were invented by what are historically the earliest priests in Europe; who existed throughout Iron Age Britain and Europe, and were called 'Druids'.

But getting back to the story... I never ever dared to ask the forces any questions like my nephew did. That was way too freaky for me. All I did at that time was to content myself with following the serpents through the ground: seeing where they went and what they did and all. It was fascinating and engrossing; but I did frequently wonder how come it was that, whenever I did go out detecting these forces in the daylight hours, no one ever saw me. Except for one time; when a man did come up to me and ask what I was doing, and I said I was looking for cheese. But apart from that...

What I didn't seem to completely understand at the time – or, should I say, 'this point in the story' – was that little did I know it but I was sort of stumbling into a few big things all at the same time – in fact I was stumbling into the very things that are the central elements of this story: and so then what are they? They are three things. First thing is the forces of the Earth. Then the next thing I was discovering was something that had poisoned the forces – which is something that I haven't really talked about yet but is the entire reason why I embarked on what happens later in this story. And the third thing was that (and without realizing it at the time) I was learning about an authentic and real-life Science that would remove completely all of that poison from the forces: and would therefore dissolve it from the human mind on Earth.

Yes, that's correct: removing all of the poison from the human mind on Earth. Maybe now you're starting to see why I thought I should tell you about this story? The poison that I'm talking about was (and I'll talk about it here in the past tense)... It was this sort of – what can I say; it was a presence that poisons the forces of the Earth and therefore poisons the human mind on Earth (don't worry, I'll explain this mental connection between the Earth and people as the story carries on). That poison has hypnotized an unimaginable amount of people on Earth.

But how has the poison in the Earth's forces actually poisoned the human mind and ruined this world – how? First of all (and I'm simplifying this hugely here, but never the less) the human mind exists in two parts, the Conscious Mind and the Unconscious Mind. Like I said, I'm simplifying this enormously... Now the Unconscious is the truth of what we are – in other words it's the part of the mind through which God (or 'The Goddesses and The Gods') speaks to us; and it's an important thing that we've come into this world to learn about because it is a person's truth: and it carries inside it the 'who and what' that person really is. Then we have the conscious mind; where our truth becomes visible to us, if I can say it like that. Our truth becomes visible to the conscious mind in dreams, in waking visions, in spontaneous psychological images that have profound meaning to a person: and it becomes known to us even by what sometimes is called 'the still small voice within'.

So then what's all this about a poison ruining the world – what's this poison all about?

The poison existed in the Earth's gigantic field of force for a (very) long time. It wasn't meant to be there but never the less it was there. How it got there is a long story; but various factors put it there – like millions of years of meteor-bombardments from Space, for example: and also people deliberately added to the poison – and I do mean that people deliberately put poison into the forces as well (later I'll explain more about that too). But because the Earth's forces and the human mind are so intimately linked, it means that whatever was in the forces therefore came into us.

And that's how we got poisoned, a very long time ago: and we've been struggling ever since – but anyway... The thing about the poison entering the human mind is it creates a barrier between the unconscious mind and the conscious mind. In other words, because it exists inside the forces – and the forces and the human mind are both made of the same material, the poison obscures the truth of who and what we are from our conscious mind.

All of a sudden – because the poison is there in the forces – we don't know who we really are because the poison has obscured the unconscious mind from the conscious mind. When this is going on we no longer know the truth of what we are, because of that poisonous wall; and so we start to invent ideas about who and what we are. We create what is called 'The Ego', or 'False Self'.

A person starts to believe that 'I am this', and 'I am that'. It might be wonderful stuff but it's still completely false. Now a person is in a dangerous situation, because she or he has basically lost their mind. They don't know who they are. They think they're all of these wonderful things: when in reality they're none of those things.

There are even billions of people caught up in exactly that scenario.

Most people think that life is all about 'creating an identity': but Life is about discovering who and what you already are. It's not about creating a False Self; it's about discovering the True Self.

From this epidemic of creating Ego there have come all of the atrocities the wars and the destruction we see today (and saw yesterday, for that matter). People create false ideas about who they are: and so believe they can go around doing this and that... People have become lost; and all because of that poison in the Earth's field of force. But getting rid of that poison was exactly what I was starting to find out about, like I say. It was a sort of journey I was starting to embark on. You could probably put it like that.

I was on a journey but I didn't realize I was on a journey.

**THREE** During the course of that journey, one of the things that I learned was how to communicate directly with the Unconscious, or – and therefore, we could say truthfully with the Goddesses and the Gods: which, as I learned in the following years, are the authentic creators of people on Earth (and incidentally that particular fact will be a complex understanding that also will be uncovered in this story).

I am well aware of exactly what all of this might sound like: but the fact is that anyone who wants to try can do this as well.

One of the best ways to connect directly with the Unconscious is by using a copper rod, as will be described in this story. Through that vivid and direct communication with The Unconscious (that the copper rod method brings), a person can know everything she or he needs to know in order to be happy and free: but returning back to Primrose Hill, in North London... As the days rolled by all of this fiddling about and playing with the energies developed and developed to a point where I thought the time had finally come... There I was, alone on Primrose Hill one night, and the thought had been nagging. And so I knew the time had come to start talking directly to this mysterious thing, whatever it was that was moving the rods. And in the exact same way that my nephew had asked those questions a couple of weeks previous I started doing it as well: and it was like nothing I'd expected it to be at all.

It was like someone literally right there was moving the rods with their hands: but instead of it being frightening it was more like a friend was talking to me.

I was super-careful to go over and over every single question again and again; just to make absolutely sure I hadn't made a mistake. Sometimes I'd play naughty little games with the energy: trying to trick it into making mistakes and showing itself up in case it really was a lying little sprite and not a wise thing at all. Again and again I'd try to trick it into giving me an answer that contradicted what it had already said, but the answers were always the same.

And I have to say that playing that game of trying to trick sometimes backfired and I'd be the one who was being played around with. And it was because of asking and playing around with whatever-it-was that I started to think that – well... Maybe what I was talking to really was wise and kind after all. Its answers were indeed amazing and sometimes shocking, and they were never what I'd expect a wise thing to say. Its answers were always logical and made sense: and they didn't involve any of that dreary 'spiritual thinking' and religious dogma that I was expecting or anything like that. And it was that down-to-earth logic and realism and understandable reasonableness that it displayed constantly – and I mean constantly – that made me think that this thing was real after all.

It wasn't a cliché.

Its answers made more sense than anything I could think of. In fact many of its answers opened up new ways of thinking that turned out to be incredibly valuable and life-changing (for the better, of course). Its answers were so simple and so different from what 'spirituality' and 'religion' would say. For example, spirituality and religion say that before you speak to God you have to be pure in some way. And then they go on to tell you what purity is and what goodness is, and all. But the energy didn't say anything about purity and being a good person before you could talk to it. It didn't judge. And it didn't judge because it knew that just by talking to it I'd start to become a better person. By allowing me – a dirty little sinner that smoked and drank and had sex and all of that dirty stuff – to talk to it, then its purity and goodness would start to rub off on me.

It showed me that you don't become good and pure by any other way than by spending time in close proximity with that which is most pure. Not by reading books and listening to priests. In other words, you quench your thirst by drinking water: not by reading about water and listening to sermons about water.

Not that I was becoming pure in the way that religion describes purity, I have to say: but I was changing dramatically in the way that I was sort of waking up. And that thing of 'waking up' – of becoming conscious... That is what seemed to me like the real purity. And as for the darkness – the lack of purity in my life? That would be my (or anyone else's) lack of respect for what The Unconscious is saying... _That_ is the ignorance that results in the all of the addictions and weaknesses blighting a person's life; and is the root of all of the darkness (or 'evil') in this world.

So then all of this got me thinking... How could the energy be evil and dark when it was causing me – the biggest fool in the world – to wake up and finally start to become wise and strong: I mean how? Was an evil or ignorant spirit going to make me conscious? I really don't think so. An evil thing would have cast me even deeper into being lost, obviously. But that wasn't happening. In fact the very opposite of that was happening. I was stumbling into something truly heavenly.

Now, one of the first things that I discovered (through hours and hours of questions and answers with the energy) was something very strange indeed. At least, it sounded strange to me when I first started finding out about it... Various buildings all over the country had – for reasons I was soon to discover – become festering pits of noxious energy; and these old places were polluting a great many serpents of force that happened to flow right through them. These old buildings were, in effect, turning the serpents into what we might even think of as psychic sewers. Or even giant arteries of psychological filth; coursing through the land, spreading their morbid influence, and making people not only sometimes mentally ill but even sometimes making them physically ill.

When I learned about this an idea immediately sprang to mind... Maybe I could do something to help move the serpents away from these poisonous places – would that be possible at all? And the energy said that that was exactly what it wanted to do: and that I could help for sure. Therefore this was the task that the energy gave me to do... I'd be helping it to link with as many of these polluted serpents as possible – and then... quite literally... I'd be helping the energy to shift them all clear and far away from the poisonous old buildings they were surging through. Somehow I knew it'd be a monumental task: never-the-less I was sure I wanted to help.

So then which buildings were polluting the serpents? Which buildings did the serpents have to be shifted clear away from? Well, one daunting old place from where a surprising number of serpents had to be shifted was none other than ( _gulp!_ ) Saint Paul's Cathedral, in The City of London...

Immediately as I got there one night in early September (2003) I started walking very slowly all the way around... the outside of... the cathedral holding two of those... copper rod things. I must've looked a very strange figure. But, my goodness!

There were so many serpents that I lost count after a while.

I was sort of tripping over them, if I can put it like that: one after another after another. The serpents were coming in from everywhere! One big serpent stream after another. At least twenty serpents were streaming into the cathedral from every single direction. And from what I could tell... they were all meeting inside the building at two very obvious and distinct points of power – the so-called 'vortices of magical force'. One of these transmission-points was just inside the main entrance. Meanwhile, the other one... from what I could tell by the direction the rod was being pointed so fiercely in... The other transmission-point was right inside the building. In fact this second vortex of power was precisely at the main altar.

At least twenty serpents were flowing in from all over the country: and all of them were meeting inside Saint Paul's.

Was I seeing an entire psychological network that linked countless places of Christian worship – no doubt spread far and wide all over the country? And all of those hundreds and hundreds of churches and goodness knows what else... They were all of them connected into this central hub of psychological-transmission: a central hub of two huge and swirling centers of power inside Saint Paul's Cathedral.

Surely they didn't realize – the worshippers inside these buildings surely didn't realize... that by imprinting any sort of physical sound again and again and again into these serpents... that by doing that they were polluting the serpents – surely they couldn't know? Did they know that by creating their noise inside these immense fields of subtle power... the Christian worshippers were polluting those fields: and that by doing so they were actively contributing to the chaos?

How ironic.

That by standing inside a building that traps and even amplifies the rivers of force, and then by creating sound over and over again inside those rivers of force, they were imprinting sound into the rivers of force; and thus creating a dissonance inside the Earth's field: which then builds and builds and builds – over year after year after year after year, to become a giant cacophony of dissonance. And that dissonance in turn infects the human mind on a vast scale and contributes to all of the atrocities we see happening not just today but throughout the past. Did they understand any of this? Would it seem like nonsense to them?

How ironic, that they were literally contributing to the chaos in the subtle mind of Man: a chaos that results in war.

What a cruel irony: that all of their loud worship that begs for peace was actually adding to the thickening fog of dysfunction that acts more like a shadow creeping further and further and further across the Earth. But it isn't the worship itself that's the problem – no, no... The problem is where that worship is done, that's all.

As I stood there under the moon and stared through the railings at Saint Paul's... I could see all of the serpent streams being vividly described in my head.

The serpents coming into Saint Paul's were like the spokes of two utterly gigantic bicycle wheels surging in from every direction. With those two gently swirling transmission-points inside the building looking exactly like the central hub of each wheel. It was breath-taking. So much power. So much influence: and all of it being centered, or focused, right there into that one building.

At this point in the shift I had absolutely no idea whether the forces had at some time in the past been manipulated deliberately to stream into the building like that... or whether the serpents had been streaming into those two swirling centers of power long before the cathedral was ever built there. However, a few hours after the completion of this entire episode I found out that two big circles of either trees or stones had once stood on the exact same spot where Saint Paul's is today: and that they'd been the original reason behind why such high numbers of serpents were meeting there.

All of this meant that at some point in the distant past those two circles would have been overruled by another place of worship – possibly a Roman temple of some kind; which, then in turn, was overruled by a place of early Christian worship: in other words an early church. From that point in history a new Christian building would have replaced the one previous – and so on and so forth until today.

Leaving the Cathedral I got into the car and drove across London to Primrose Hill; because (according to the energy) Primrose Hill was from where I'd do the actual shift.

Once there I was guided up to its top and then on, towards a grove of oak trees that I'd never been to before. (Incidentally, I was using the rods by holding one in each fist and then letting the energy point the rods this way and that, while I walked, so that I could be guided exactly where the energy wanted me to go).

Under the rustling leaves of this unfamiliar circle of oak trees there stood – right there at the middle of the circle, a single oak.

I knew I had to stand there and ask the serpents at Saint Paul's Cathedral – about five miles away, to move. And so, inside a long rustling of oak leaves and a swish of grasses at my feet, I started to say out loud, "Move! Move!" Suddenly a vertical wall of thick and silvery phosphorescence... It sort of slid sideways right through my body and sideways right through my mind... to then slide away. And it was gone.

What on earth was that?

I had absolutely no idea, and stood there a bit shocked. However, I did know that something important had happened: and that in seven day's time I'd find out exactly what; because the energy had already indicated that seven days was the amount of time it took it to manipulate the serpents when using a Full Moon.

After waiting for about a week or so I went back to Saint Paul's on the agreed night to find out exactly what had happened there...

All of the serpents had disappeared completely.

Even the two swirling vortices of power where the serpents had all been converging... They'd vanished completely as well. The Cathedral was empty.

I couldn't believe it. Literally everything had gone.

The only serpent that I could find still there was a skinny little thing that curved around the outside of the perimeter fence. It was flowing all around – but way outside – the Cathedral grounds as if avoiding the entire building like the plague.

Obviously, I was pretty keen to find out where all of the serpents had moved away to – I mean, where on Earth had they gone? And so the energy led me away from Saint Paul's and off into some of those old streets nearby. I didn't have time to let the energy show me where absolutely everything had shifted away to; but one place I was guided to was a little backstreet, where two big old London plane trees stood in the courtyard of a grand old building. They were both standing right inside the flow of a big serpent of power. The green ivy climbing their thick old trunks appeared to be filled with many faces that were singing many songs. What I mean to say is that something ancient and mystical was there. The entire street and the cobbled courtyard felt fragrant with a romantic spirit that normally is so elusive but fleetingly sometimes is there in London: like a lost world we encounter unexpectedly on turning the corner of an old alleyway pickled in time. Or on seeing a beautiful face that we realize we've been looking for; which is then lost in the crowd to vanish and be gone.

I stayed there in the old street for maybe fifteen minutes or so, before looking at my watch.

At the car I took a last look at the famous cathedral of Saint Paul's.

It was all so very strange.

A charisma that usually clings to the place had vanished; and now the great Cathedral looked like nothing more than a huge heap of rubble: a hollow shell.

**FOUR** Was I really communicating with some sort of a magical energy – was I? And was I really helping it to clear away many poisonous presences that for centuries have festered and stagnated throughout England? Was any of this possible: or was I actually going insane? I even asked the energy if I was crazy: I asked it again and again, 'Am I going mad?' Always the answer was 'no'. I found it all very hard to believe.

In the end I had to check my own pulse; and find out for myself if I was crazy: which I did time and time again. I examined my behavior very honestly – including all of my motives behind wanting to do this. Was I deluded? In the end there didn't seem to be anything about me that I could point at and say 'you are definitely crazy'; or 'you're going through a mental and emotional crisis'. As far as I could tell, nothing like this was going on.

And so it probably wouldn't surprise you that pretty soon I was back asking the energy if I could do any more of these little jobs of magic around the place: and it was only too happy to say 'yes'.

Indeed there was quite a legacy of nasty little situations to resolve.

One night soon after Saint Paul's (including Westminster Abbey and the Houses of Parliament, by the way) a series of questions in October 2003 uncovered another old building, where another great host of serpents were being fouled-up with more of that noxious energy... It seemed that the building in question was a big old place situated on some sort of a hill in North London. I was shown an image of it in my mind, and from that brief image I deduced that the place being talked about was Alexandra Palace. But what had caused the old place to be as badly polluted as was being described? Until then I'd never noticed anything particularly sinister or overtly strange about it: although I did often get a sense – when being in the vicinity of the Palace – that something about it was, how should I say... a bit sad. There always seemed to be a sadness there, funnily enough – or rather it reminded me of a sickness.

Like as if it were once some sort of a hospital.

Or did it have the atmosphere of being something like a lunatic asylum?

In the course of the next few days I'd come to learn many things about Alexandra Palace; including its dark secret.

Two nights later I drove over to the Palace to investigate. When I got there and parked the car in the building's car park I was immediately led away from the Palace on foot. It was another clear night; with the moon showing itself as three-quarters full over a long bank of white cloud. With the little copper rod (I'd started using only one copper rod by this time) pointing fiercely straight ahead, I was guided down a path and then onto the wide expanses of grass there at the Palace's front. The moon slid behind the rise of the hill and the Palace's gaunt shape, causing a sudden drop into long shards of shadow; yet I could still see perfectly well that I was being pointed straight towards what looked like a fairly big grove of about fifteen or so straight birches: and as I came closer... I could hear them all rustling away rather poetically in the night breeze.

Suddenly the rod twisted... in my fist: and I was being shown that already flowing through this grove... There were two serpents of force – both quite narrow... and both were crossing with each other at the grove's middle.

I crept in among those tall, slender birches.

What a lovely haven it truly was.

I imagined seven or eight angels waiting inside the rustling sounds and the breezes there. For quite a while I stood among the slender trunks of the trees... listening to the sound of gentle night winds tinkling the leaves like dry paper.

A pristine atmosphere was the most welcome healing embrace.

While standing shin deep in a carpet of grass and dead leaves I looked over at the Palace through the birch trees and lifted the rod.

"Show me the exact point where the serpents will be shifted away from", I whispered.

The rod turned slowly and then pointed straight towards the back end of the Palace. Then the rod twitched again and turned... to point straight towards the front end of the Palace.

Two transmission-points: rather like there'd been at Saint Paul's.

I lowered my hand and whispered, "Show me which of them you want me to go to tonight", before lifting the rod again.

Slowly the rod turned and pointed straight at the front of the Palace – _oh god no!_ My heart sank. Even from five hundred yards away and inside that grove of trees, I could see how well-lit the front of the Palace was at night. And I'd be standing right there in the arched foyer saying 'move! Move!' out loud. This quite possibly could become rather ridiculous.

And then suddenly I realized why I'd been led into the grove of birches. The serpents flowing through that first transmission-point, inside Alexandra Palace's main foyer, would be shifted away to the transmission-point inside this atmospheric grove of birches. It all made perfect sense.

Now a force made the rod swerve and I was being led away from the grove of trees and on; towards Alexandra Palace.

Once there at the top of its main steps, the rod curled inwards in my fist to make me stand on a particular point inside the foyer. This was the poisonous transmission-point. Nervously I looked around; making sure no one else was there. Looking out into the dark I was sure there was no one out there watching me. The entire area did seem to be deserted.

I turned to face into the high arched entrance of the Palace. Then as quietly and yet as forcefully as I could I started asking the forces to "move! Move!"

Suddenly a vertical wall of silvery-white phosphorescence slid sideways... right through my body: I could see it as a huge vertical beam of white energy sliding sideways through my head. It was a huge thing!

Suddenly there was another. It seemed like I might have rocked backwards with the impact. And then there came another. And then there came another.

Each time a vertical shaft of power slid sideways through me I sort of went dizzy – like when you stand up too quickly, but without that feeling of wanting to be sick. Then everything went quiet. I waited for another one to come but nothing happened.

I lifted the rod and whispered, "Is it done – has the shift been done?"

The rod twitched inwards hard, _'Yes'._

"So then can you show me where the serpents have gone?"

The rod twitched inwards again and then swerved away from the arched entrance; to lead me back down the main steps.

After being guided back over the grassy expanse again, I started to approach the grove of birches – the rod swerved to one side in my fist; and started leading me in a great big circle all the way around the outside of the lovely grove of tall slender trees that were still rustling away in the night breeze.

As this was happening, the rod kept on swerving fiercely sideways every time I walked over the broiling back of another serpent.

Already four new serpents had shifted into the grove. I imagined what they might have looked like if I'd have seen them: sliding sideways through the ground – huge serpentine lanes of dazzling-white energy rippling as they shifted away from their centuries-old meeting place under the foyer of the building, to suddenly all lock together at a swirling pool of light where the leaves were rustling; and that gathering of silent angels gave a blessing inside the artful gesture of another breeze.

Turned out there were rather a lot of serpents flowing through the dirty old Palace: which meant I had to go back there again and again and again; night after night. Eventually they were all shifted out and into the Palace's surrounding parkland areas, and fixed into whirlpools of power there that were occupied either by various big old trees or by various other quiet groves. Meanwhile, those two huge transmission-points inside the Palace were dissolved and made to disappear completely. It took days and days to clear that old building; and when the job was finally done, almost one month later (I thought it would never end) I went there one cloudy afternoon: and as I was walking along the side of the building something caught my eye, so I looked up...

It was a commemorative plaque; and what I read there I later on researched: and from what I discovered concerning Alexandra Palace's dark wartime secret, it seems that the possibility of past events leaving some sort of an imprint in the fabric of a building might well be a reality after all. And to think that this is just one example of who knows how many dark histories lurking in the fabric of our great buildings...

During the 1914 – 1918 Great War, twenty-five thousand foreign civilian men living in England were arrested and then interned inside a number of British buildings that, in effect, became wartime concentration camps. Alexandra Palace was one of those buildings: and it was a concentration camp for _three thousand_ mostly German and Austrian civilian men from 1915 to 1919.

During those four years fifty-one German civilians died there; while an unspecified number of interns went clinically insane.

Rudolf Sauter, a successful German fine artist at the time, was interned there from 1918 to 1919. Of his experiences inside the building he wrote such lines as... 'A monster morgue – a dismal vault, this, framed in dusk!' and '... ranks on ranks of living corpses on their planks, still dripping cold and miserable with thoughts that never halt': while of his experience of the camp's outer grounds he wrote, 'Wire, barbed wire! A dour and monstrous serpent round our lives.'

Although the Government directive in England had been to arrest and intern foreign men of military age, a large number of interns at Alexandra Palace were in fact middle-aged civilian men; who had been quite literally torn from their (often) English wives and children. While outside the concentration camp's barbed wire fence entire areas of London burned – possibly with their wives and children being killed in those wartime explosions as well, these men were living from year to endless year in crowded conditions where, as Rudolf Sauter also wrote, 'on foggy days the doors were not opened for four days; the stench became unbearable': and where eating arrangements were such that 'buckets in which soup was served were also used for washing the floor.'

After the First World War ended, Rudolf Sauter's father, Georg Sauter – who was also an intern at the Palace and who had lived in England for twenty years prior to the wartime hostilities, was so traumatized by his treatment there that he immediately went back to Germany after the war ended and never saw England again.

Looking at it all. Trying to take in the seemingly endless horrors of that entire hellish four-year episode. And then remembering what the energy had revealed in its answers – and then had me help it with in the shifting of the serpents away from Alexandra Palace. I supposed all of this evidence might offer some sort of possible proof that poisonous energies really do sometimes pollute the very fabric of old buildings; to then in turn poison the Earth's forces flowing through them as well.

Such an idea might not actually be so outlandish a fantasy after all; but a cold reality.

Maybe the concentration camp at Alexander Palace was the reason behind why the magical energy had wanted to shift all of the serpents of magic out and as far away from the building as was necessary?

Could it also explain why there had always been such a feeling of loneliness and desolation hanging over that strange old place perched on a hill?

In the days and then weeks following Alexandra Palace I shifted many, many other serpents from poisonous places both in London and in other parts of England as well. And by the time it came to be November 2003, I'd started to wonder if there might be an easier way of shifting all of these serpents. I mean, four weeks to clear Alexandra Palace had shown me that it might even take years to clear every single building in London of its poisonous energies, or whatever they were. Therefore it occurred to me that if there really was a way of clearing all of the serpents away from poisonous locations throughout London, then... Maybe I should find out how to do it?

So one afternoon I asked the energy, "Is there a single solitary place in London – like a grove of trees or something like that that could be used to control all of the serpents flowing throughout London – and that could be used to move them all about and shift them here, there, and anywhere? Is there such a place – like a control panel? Yeah, that's it! Is there a control panel that acts as a central transmission-point for all of the serpents twisting and turning throughout London – is there such a thing?"

And incredibly the answer to that question was _'yes'_.

Obviously this miraculous control-panel was going to be something special – right? I mean, this was the one magical transmission-point in the Earth that could be used to shift and manipulate all of the forces flowing throughout the entirety of London. Therefore it surely would be a place not only of tremendous power but also of outstanding beauty: and I started wondering what I'd find there exactly – would there be an atmospheric old grove of trees, or maybe something else?

I mean, anything could be there – it could even be just a giant old tree; where the great vortex swirled at the centre of a host of serpents. The possibilities were definitely very exciting... And so the next day I parked the car exactly where I'd been told to go, on Hampstead Heath. But when I got out of the car I was immediately led... in the opposite direction I was expecting to go: which was strange. I was being led... towards an area called Parliament Hill – which was not where I was expecting to go at all; but anyway... never mind. Up through woods and along muddy paths I was taken; until I came out onto the open meadows that take you up towards Parliament Hill. There I was led on... and on – past a very impressive grove of trees that I thought absolutely had to be the control panel... but shockingly... it wasn't.

Instead I was led straight past it and then right over the rise of Parliament Hill itself. _S'funny_ , I thought. _Where the hell are we going – have I made a mistake or something?_ But I just carried on following where I was being guided... down the steep slope... through a few bushes and what-not... and down a little bit further onto a tarmac path... and then across the path into a shabby-looking old grove of oak trees, and... _What?_ I knew this couldn't be the control panel – there was absolutely a mistake – right? Wrong. This was it. This was the control panel.

I lifted the rod and said, "You've got to be joking surely?"

The rod swerved outwards, _'No'_.

My eyes narrowed, "Is this it – is this the control panel?"

The rod swerved inwards, _'Yes'_.

My eyes slid away from the copper rod to look at the grove of trees, "Bloody hell!"

Not only was it a pathetic shabby old grove, but a dirty old tramp was sitting there drunk or stoned on a bench nearby. Once upon a time, I suppose – and a very long time ago at that (sixty years or so at least), the path running alongside this old grove of oak trees probably wouldn't have been there: meaning that there would've been a lot more privacy and more of a sacred sort of atmosphere back then: but never the less... This place was a nightmare!

However, time was moving on – the afternoon sun was starting to fall towards the horizon: and so I got to work among the oak trees there; finding out how many serpents were actually meeting at this place. And there seemed to be a lot of them. In fact after a while I lost count.

Suddenly the rod swerved fiercely in my fist and pointed away from the shabby old grove of oak trees.

It was time to leave.

A sense of urgency had entered the energy's responses through the rod. It seemed there was a hurry to do something.

The rod swerved away from the old grove; and pointed fiercely away from Parliament Hill, and away down the big long slope dropping onto Parliament Hill Fields, down below: and then off towards Camden Town. On and on I was led – through the streets, over main roads, and on through the traffic and the people walking here and there. When suddenly I realized what was happening: _I'm being taken over to Primrose Hill!_ But why? Why would the energy be taking me over to Primrose Hill? It didn't make any sense. Unless, of course... It dawned on me there might be a possibility that... But no: surely not. Surely the energy wouldn't make an attempt to move all of the serpents – right away from the old control panel to a new control panel? Surely not today. Would it? I mean... Surely there wasn't enough time. And the reason that I say there wasn't enough time is because of the following...

In the previous weeks before this episode with the control panel, I'd been shown again and again that in this use of the forces – in the shifting and the manipulation of the serpents of power, not only were the Full Moons and the New Moons a central component but that so too were the energies of either a setting sun or a rising sun. And that if I happened to arrive on a transmission-point in the Earth after the time of a precisely correct and highly specific very few minutes of any of these central components – that is after the sun had risen or set or after a given set of minutes within a Full Moon or a New Moon then that episode would be rendered utterly worthless. The moment of power would be lost.

In other words, what I was involved in was a very precise Science. It was not any sort of tradition or any system of belief. It was a Science: unknown and unexplored.

But when I looked at the sun as I walked through those streets; well, I could see that time was running out to do any sort of shift. The sun was getting lower and lower in the sky. Never the less, the rod kept on pointing purposefully straight ahead: and therefore I carried on walking through the streets (while getting one or two quizzical looks from passers-by, of course).

Suddenly the rod swerved fiercely in my fist – and pointed me straight through the gates at Primrose Hill. I followed onto the hill's grassy slopes. Not many people were about – it being a weekday afternoon in early November. Up the grassy side of the hill I was led – up and further and further up towards three isolated groves of oak trees that all stand together. As I was guided into long shards of shadow under the branches of the naked oak trees, the rod turned in my fist; and I was being led on a spiraling route in and further in, to where a single oak tree stood at the middle of the central grove. The rod twisted sharp to say, _'here – this is it!'_

But before I started to ask the forces to move, I realized something rather awkward. Did I really now have to stand there in broad daylight – right there in front of any passer-by and start saying out loud 'move! Move'? It didn't bear thinking about. I'd look like a lunatic. I mean, doing that late at night in the dark when no one could see me was one thing but standing there on Primrose Hill in broad daylight? Also the hill was patrolled regularly by the police. I'd probably get arrested: or cautioned at the very least.

What on Earth was I going to do?

But when I lifted the rod and asked the energy, "Do I have to stand up and say out loud 'move move' like I always do?" it answered that to sit down quietly... and then to let the energy do everything else was all I'd ever had to do in the first place. I didn't have to do anything! All of that standing around in groves of trees and saying 'move! Move!' out loud had been completely unnecessary.

So I sat down cross-legged in the long grass, there at the foot of that central oak tree, and waited for this mysterious event to begin.

Through the trunks of the oak trees I could see that it hadn't been too late to do this shifting of the forces after all: and that the sun was like a big fiery orb settling down slowly onto the jagged horizon there – jolted. Slapped to attention by... Vertical beam... Phosphorescent wall... Sliding sideways – _it's the first one coming in!_ Bones were like molten iron. Body a statue – jolt! Silvery-white... Vertical beam of power sliding – _it's another one!_ Chilly afternoon breeze rustling leaves in the long grass – jolt! Tall phosphorescent beam – another one slid into the grove – jolt! Silvery beam. Another strange wall of light. Sliding sideways through my iron statue body – _how many of them are coming in?_ Skull tilted back under their growing weight. Spine stiffening into steel – jolt! Another silvery-white wall. Phosphorescent dazzle like the others. One after another. Serpent after serpent. I'd already lost count – jolt! Another dazzling-white vertical slice. I watched it with eyes closed. Mouth half-open.

A metallic chattering of a blackbird shattered the silence among the groves.

I waited for the next dazzle of silver light to slide in, while another breeze rustled through the fallen leaves. I was by now an iron statue in the grass and the growing shadows of late afternoon. And why could I not open my eyes? Was I embalmed in a cocoon of power? I waited. But nothing. Had the episode ended? Suddenly a London taxi horn blared out in one long strangulated note. Out in the wider world of concrete some anonymous taxi driver was no longer a taxi driver but had turned into an Iron Age Druid standing on some great rocky outcrop and blowing through an animal horn. The droning aimless drone. It faded back into the silence. I mean, how ridiculous was that? One corner of my mouth turned upwards; warping my face slightly: and it seemed like that single echoing drone was the herald for an unexpected return.

A few days after that event, I started wondering if all of those so-called magical shifts had done anything at all. Had it all been a complete waste of time? And then something happened that made me wonder. Right out of the blue a friend started telling me that he'd very recently gone to a party near to Saint Paul's Cathedral. Immediately my ears sort of pricked up at the mention of the Cathedral; after my recent little adventure there: but what he said next hit me like a bolt of lightening. He said that a lot of people there at the party that night had been saying that The City of London (the area around Saint Paul's Cathedral) had changed completely. They said it was as if a giant cloud of gloom and tension had vanished overnight.

I was looking at him from the side of my face and not quite able to believe what I was hearing. I think I might have made some joke about everyone at the party being probably just drunk: or maybe something a lot more than drunk. But as I was saying this I was thinking, _is this really happening – could it be?_ Was it a coincidence of some sort? Or was this whole thing – including this mysterious so-called 'energy' that I'd apparently been communicating with using a piece of copper rod... Was it a reality after all? That particular episode with the new control panel, on Primrose Hill – I mean... If all of this really was happening (and even at this point I still wasn't sure if I was going crazy or not)... If this really was happening then the possibilities were suddenly... I mean...

This was when I started realizing something: something big – and I mean really big. This was the beginning of what later on I started to call 'The Science': and the Science is really what this story is all about; and I'll tell you why. Think about it. If the Earth's forces are poisoned... and if those forces are also – in many ways – the human mind... and if there really was (or is) a way of completely and utterly cleansing and purifying the Earth's forces from all of that weird poisonous chaos and dysfunction blighting the human subconscious. And if all that I had to do was simply arrange to be at a certain place at a given time and sit down there on the ground absolutely still, so that the energy could then perform its unimaginable magic – if all of that were actually real. D'you think it might suggest something?

Wouldn't it suggest a mind-boggling possibility?

Because what if, first of all, those forces actually do make (and therefore they also unmake) what people have become; and what the world has turned into? And then what if those forces can actually be made perfectly pure and, like... absolutely harmonized and serene? And then what if... What if there really is something incredible that can transform those poisoned forces of the Earth? I mean, what if?

**FIVE** One November night on Primrose Hill the really big thing happened – and I mean really big: like this was it! This was the big thing that made me realize what was actually going on with all of this talking to the energy stuff. By this point in the story I'd been talking to the energy for – oh I don't know... three months pretty much non-stop every day – something like that: ages and ages. Hours and hours and hours of learning, learning, and then more learning. It was all done mostly at night on Primrose Hill; but there were other places around London that I'd use: including my own flat in Tottenham, of course – but anyway...

Even at this point in my apprenticeship I still was not completely clear about what it was that I was (apparently) talking to. However, this was the night when I suddenly realized what it was. Although I had started using only one copper rod by now I was, in this particular communication, using two rods; and I was standing at the middle of an oak tree grove on Primrose Hill after doing another one of those shifts – or 'unchainings' as I'd come to call them.

Inside a long rustle of leaves I whispered, "Has this unchaining been successful?"

Yet again the rods both twitched between that _'yes'_ and a _'no'_ reply.

What on earth was going on?

Over the last few days the energy had been giving me this same strange response over and over again. All I'd been able to get out of it is this same twitch... in and out – this same _'yes and no'_ answer. So then what on earth did it mean?

While I stared at the rods my eyes narrowed to become slits and my bottom lip jutted out; before something flashed unexpectedly through my mind: with a sudden shock of fear it made me ask, "Hang on a minute... Is this a good place to be asking questions?"

The rods both swerved outwards violently, _'No!'_

I tried to swallow: mouth was dry, "Do you want me to get out of this grove of trees?"

Now the rods both swerved... inwards fiercely, _'Yes!'_

I whispered again, "Right now?"

The rods both swerved... inwards viciously again, _'Yes!'_

_Bloody hell!_ Another electrical shock of fear jolted my body: making me half run through the shadows and the ankle-high grass and out from under the naked branches of the oak grove – something was very wrong.

Now standing under the moon while the breeze tousled my hair I lifted the rods again and whispered, "So then... Show me where I can talk to you."

The rods both swerved in my upraised fists, to point to something that was further away from the grove and out of the higher grass.

I was being guided over to an obscure point on the hill where the grass was only ankle high.

While I followed where the energy was leading, the rods were being bent back and back... inside a magnetic stream – suddenly _twang!_ They sprang free and swung loosely in my fists. I was no longer on any sort of an energy field: and I was, by now, approximately fifty feet outside the oak groves – suddenly the rods both swerved to start leading me around and around in a small circle; where there were no force fields of any kind present in the ground.

Now the rods curled into my body as if to say _'there!'_ before suddenly turning forwards in my fists to both point rigidly straight ahead.

In the night's gloom I whispered, "Have you taken me out of the grove and away from the energy streams because I've made a mistake – have I been doing something wrong?"

With an almost angry force the rods both swerved... inwards, _'Yes!'_

My forehead wrinkled, as I wondered but how can the rods be moving...and with such force now...when I'm nowhere near any force fields in the Earth – when I'm standing on a blank spot? Then, with a hot flush of horror, I realized something: "Should I be speaking to the earth energy lines at all?"

The rods both swerved... outwards hard, _'No!'_

What on earth was going on?

Hesitation. And then my eyes widened.

For some reason that I couldn't work out, I had a very strange feeling: whether it was a good feeling or a bad feeling I couldn't exactly tell. But something was wrong somehow. As if I'd made some sort of very silly mistake.

Then I knew suddenly what that strange feeling actually was. What it meant – _oh my god, no!_

Almost not daring to ask the next question I said, "Am I speaking now to the earth energies?"

The rods both swerved outwards and went rigid, _'No'._

_Could it be? No...surely_. Suddenly I noticed – as if for the first time. Over the last few days something had been hammering away inside my body like an incessant knocking on a door: and only now was it at last being heard.

Inside another breeze I said in a half-voice, "Am I speaking now to what they call... the Earth Spirit?"

With a shocking confidence the rods both swerved inwards and then crossed, _'Yes!'_

My mouth dropped open while my eyes widened, "Are you the Earth Spirit?"

Now the rods bobbed inwards once as if to say _I've told you once already, 'Yes'_.

"Are you a different thing to the earth energies?"

The rods both swerved inwards fiercely, _'Yes!'_

The entire hill seemed to be shrouded inside a whirlwind of shock and disbelief: my mouth had gone dry, "Is it you that's been making all these shifts happen?"

'Yes'.

"And not me?"

'No'.

I stared at the copper rods held out in each fist; glinting under the bright moon. The winter night's chilly breeze murmured through the branches of the oak groves a distance behind me: _why didn't I know this – why did ever I think it could be any other way?_

The dark hill was a lonely island rising over the streetlights and the rising and falling sound of one or two heedless cars. An utterly disregarded place: it was like another world. I whispered under the moon, "But why did you order me off the energies just now? Have I been making a terrible mistake all this time... by talking to you while I was on the streams of force and the power centers?"

My forehead wrinkled as the rods both swerved outwards, _'No'_.

"Then... What?" Suddenly a thought flashed into my head, "Are you trying to teach me something?"

Now the rods both swerved inwards with a quick force, _'Yes'_.

"I think I see... You're trying to make me see something I've overlooked all this time, aren't you? That's what you're doing... aren't you?"

The rods bobbed inwards, _'Yes'_.

"All this time I knew I was talking through the rod to something incredible but what I was talking to exactly – exactly... what I was talking to; it was all quite vague in my mind. I thought it was the energies of the Earth, but it wasn't the energies I was talking to at all. It wasn't some sort of unidentified... thing... that existed inside the energies. It was you! It was something separate from the energies! By ordering me to get away from the energies and by all these weird 'yes-no' responses... you've been bringing this whole thing to an essential point where I know exactly what it is I'm talking to. You've been trying to get us both to actually meet! That's why you made me get off the energy lines: that's why you've been giving me all these weird responses lately – to show me you're completely separate from them and not the same as the earth energies. It's not that I've been doing something wrong at all... it's that I've been unclear about the identity of what it was I was talking to. I was unclear about you. And you've been trying to make me understand..."

The grass whispered over the hill while both corners of my mouth turned upwards, "Is all of that correct – all of what I said just then?"

Another shock, as the rods both swerved... outwards, _'No'_.

My forehead wrinkled again: my mouth warped, "Really?"

But again the rods both swerved... outwards, _'No'_.

Eyes narrowed: forehead wrinkled again, "You mean just some of what I said there was incorrect?"

Again the rods both swerved outwards _, 'No'_.

I looked sideways at the rods, "You mean all of it was incorrect?"

Horribly, the rods both swerved outwards again, _'No'_.

But suddenly a giggle was rising; and a hot and unexpected flush tickled over me, "What do you... Ah, hang on a minute – are you joking with me?"

Both of the rods swerved... inwards and crossed, _'Yes!'_

My eyes widened while one corner of my mouth turned upwards, "About what I said just then about me being incorrect?"

The rods twitched fiercely inwards once, _'Yes'_.

"So it's true then... That's why you got me away from the earth energies is it – to introduce yourself to me more clearly, as it were?"

'Yes'.

Suddenly I fell silent in the breeze, and turned my head to one side until the grin contorting my face started at last to melt. "There's one thing I need to ask you... Could you make all of these shifts happen without me being physically involved?"

The rods both swerved... outwards, _'No'_.

"Well..." On that last reply a giant mystery seemed to yawn open – why couldn't the energy make the serpents shift from place to place without my physical involvement? _What's going on?_ "Okay-ay, so in other words all I have to do to help you move the earth energies is agree with you where I have to be and when I have to be there... then go to the correct power centre at the appointed time and then you'll do everything else – is that correct?"

Those three oak groves rustled inside another gentle breeze while the rods both swerved inwards again, _'Yes'_.

_But why does it need my help – Why?_ Leaning strands of hair out of my eyes I turned and looked at the moon. Meanwhile, those copper rods were chilly in my raised fists.

Of course, now that I knew what it was that I was talking to it made a huge difference to my mind. Now I could make absolutely sure. I could be absolutely and one hundred percent sure – with a lot of questions over and over, that I really was not talking to some little spirit or alien or whatever there is out there. I mean, why should anyone think that a spirit or an alien is the highest intelligence anyway? A spirit might even be more stupid than the person asking the questions: and an alien might be a nasty little sneak. And there we are talking to it as if it's the reference-point of the universe just because... Because what? Because it's from another world?

People make a lot of crazy assumptions about things like that, I reckon.

But I needed to be talking to 'The Highest': 'God', in other words. That's what I wanted to talk to. And so I made absolutely sure that I was talking to something that I ended up calling 'The Intelligence' because it didn't like being called 'God'.

It's interesting that when I asked it why it didn't like being called 'God' it said (through lots of 'yes' 'no' responses) that the word 'God' doesn't actually mean anything anymore: so I should use another word. Hmmm. That was a shocker. 'The Intelligence' seemed to be the best name for it that I could find at the time, so I used it. Oh, and another thing: I was super-careful to go over and over every single question again and again; just to make absolutely sure I hadn't made a mistake.

Sometimes I'd play naughty little games with the Intelligence; trying to trick it into making mistakes and showing itself up in case it really was a lying little sprite and not a supreme intelligence at all. Again and again I'd try to trick the Intelligence into giving me an answer that contradicted what it had already said, but the answers were always the same. And I have to say that playing that game of trying to trick sometimes backfired and I'd be the one who was being played around with.

And it was because of asking and playing around with whatever-it-was... that I started to think that – well... Maybe what I was talking to really was the highest intelligence on Earth, after all.

At this point in the story I probably should talk about something that relates to all of this. It wasn't something I realized at the time of that last communication, but it came a few months later... Many commentators in the past have theorized that the famous image of Saint George fighting The Dragon portrays so eloquently the angel of Christianity defeating the dragon of Pagan religion. But if that were true then why did so many identical images of a humanistic god fighting a supernatural beast appear centuries before Christianity was born?

So then could it be, in fact, that the very old image tells a far more powerful and intriguing story?

Originally, Saint George was Saint Michael; and the Archangel's adversary was usually a dragon. But then so too was the adversary of Zeus, Apollo, and Perseus, in Ancient Greece. In Ancient Turkey, Tarhun fought the dragon Illuyankas. For the Romans the god Mithras fought The Bull. In Germanic mythology, Thor fought the dragon Jormungandr. And in the oldest of all surviving scriptures, 'The Vedas' of Ancient India, the god Indra fought the dragon Vritra. All of these legends predate Christianity by hundreds, sometimes even thousands, of years; and what is glaringly obvious is that all of these images show something human fighting something non-human.

So then maybe what the iconic image is trying to show us is the Intelligence versus the forces of the Earth?

It is a fact that while truly there is something of vast intelligence – and which can communicate with us all directly; it is also true that the Intelligence is the one power on Earth able to manipulate and transform the chaotic and sometimes furious energies of the Earth – the serpentine rivers of force, as well. Maybe that mysterious image of a god fighting a supernatural beast... Maybe it preserves an old knowledge; concerning the vivid difference between the Intelligence and the Earth's chaotic forces: and the age-old dynamic of struggle and conquest that for so long has battled on between them?

It was somewhere around this point in the story when I started to wonder and to think that maybe the Intelligence might want to be helped with something specific that it wanted doing here on Earth. Now, I know that sounds odd, but then just ask yourself what you would do if, one day, you happened to find yourself talking directly to what did – for all intents and purposes – actually seem to be God. The supreme intelligence. It's funny but as a matter of fact what happens is that you start thinking about all of the things going on in the world that you absolutely hate – like wars and destruction of rainforests and slaughtering of wild animals and all of that stuff... You do start thinking about all of that and then you do start asking if something can be done to stop it all. It's just a natural thing to do: at least it was to me.

It's definitely something I started thinking about very early on.

Could I help the Intelligence? Could I serve it in some way? Is there something it wants to do but that it might need a person to help it with – could there be something like that? But then no sooner had I started thinking about that that I started to wonder _but why would 'God' or The Intelligence... or whatever its real name is – why... would it want to communicate with people? Why? And also... why would a Supreme Intelligence need a human being – or 'human beings' – to help it bring about change: why? Surely a Supreme Intelligence can do it all by itself?_

The answers I received over the following days to exactly those questions were very encouraging. The Intelligence appeared to be saying that, first of all, human beings are not 'specks of dust floating in the vastness of the universe' at all, as we do so often like to think that we are. In fact we have an important role to play and we're not meaningless creatures at all. Those that say we are so-called 'specks of dust' are the perpetuators of a lie that actually feeds war, murder, rape, the subjugation of women – the list goes on: it's a lie that feeds the destruction of the Earth and the eradication of entire species.

The people that say 'we are specks of dust' are dangerous people and they are part of the problem; because as long as we think we are mere specks of dust we will be in denial of our covenant on this Earth: and so we'll continue to roll around in blood. And maybe it is sheer ignorance to think that you... and me... that we are really nothing in the grand scheme of things. Maybe, in fact, we are priceless elements; highly prized and needed by the most divine.

What I ended up realizing from these answers – and from a lot of other answers, was that it seems that human beings are actually the saviors. It isn't really the heroes we worship and venerate as holy beings that are the saviors but actually we ourselves are the saviors. In fact, that's exactly what the holy people so many people worship as gods were trying to say – that's what they were trying to tell the people that were alive with them at the time.

I also learned that the Intelligence really does want and need to communicate directly with us all. The Intelligence seemed to be saying that each one of us on Earth has a part to play not just in the removal of the poison... but in the removal of the consequences of that poison. And that no part is too small or too insignificant. The way I ended up thinking about these questions was like this... Maybe I am just a speck of dust floating in the vastness of the universe – but I'm a speck of dust that carries inside it a magic that has the power to transform this world; and make it into the heaven that it's really meant to be.

In the days following that extraordinary meeting with the Intelligence many more question and answer sessions were carried out in the various groves and woods of North London: until one night I got in the car and left London to stay at a friend's flat in a little Somerset town called Chard (I'd been using this flat on and off for about a year by now). When I finally got there and parked the car outside on the road I was shocked to find that a particularly powerful serpent of energy that always flowed under the building where the flat is had mysteriously been replaced by two serpents, which – rather than flowing directly under the building, were both linking each other at each end with these pretty little swirls to form a circle all around the building.

It was a really astonishing thing; and sort of beautiful.

Quickly I got in through the front door and pretty much ran upstairs and into the attic (which by now I'd made into my little private den for asking questions via the copper rods). And when I reached the top of the staircase a peculiar atmosphere was there. I got the impression that a group of invisible people was standing in the attic watching me. It wasn't a frightening thing. In fact I felt slightly embarrassed. I walked onto the attic floor and started using two copper rods to try to see if something was there... A number of tall columns appeared to be made of some sort of power. They were standing in a circle right there. One of them moved away while I was pushing the copper rods against it: and therefore it seemed to be showing me that it was alive. I counted six of them.

It seemed that they were creating a perfectly still environment inside the stream of magical force I described earlier – the one that was encircling the building. In other words they and the circle of force around the building were creating a place where I could talk to The Intelligence without any sort of interference. A perfectly clear line to the Unconscious. To God! It was a real magic circle; inside which I could now speak to the Intelligence with absolute clarity.

But then a few days later the strange story continued... I was about to leave Somerset and go back to London, and while standing outside on the street I realized I'd forgotten something and had to go back indoors. While I was in there I quickly went upstairs and into the attic just to offer my best wishes to the strange columns: but they'd all gone. All except for one, that is. I discovered it standing underneath the sky-light window.

As if it was keeping watch.

Now, I wouldn't be surprised if there were people listening to this story and saying things like – 'ah yeah, but you've got to be dead careful with this sort of stuff, you know'; and maybe in some ways they're right: but then what would they actually know about it? What they've heard or dabbled in, most probably. But the thing is we've all heard a lot of things about a lot of stuff but it doesn't mean a word of it is true. The cynical people seem to think that just because they've seen and heard a few things 'in their time', or because they've maybe taken drugs back in the Sixties and the Seventies, that makes them think they know everything there is to know about everything... Ever! But maybe they don't?

The point is that I was entering into the real world of magic: and that meant being in direct communication with The Intelligence. It was like being at the Oracle in Ancient Greece, or something like that. I was talking to the gods (and in the following years that statement would turn out to be proven true); and I could talk to them pretty much wherever and whenever I wanted. And pretty soon I started to wonder again – exactly like I had a few days earlier _could I help the Intelligence?_ Like I said earlier in this story, if you were ever to find yourself communicating very directly with something that did really seem to be something supreme – something utterly God-like and real (however unlikely that probably does seem to a lot of people), you would very quickly start thinking about all of the horrible things going on in the world. And pretty soon after thinking about those things you'd start asking questions about why those things are going on... and then... you'd start asking about whether there could be any way of actually putting an end to those horrible things once and for all. I'd put money on it that anyone would. Because it's a natural thing to think, that's why. And so therefore I started to wonder... _could I do something for God here on Earth that for some reason It can't do directly but needs a human being to help It with – is there something like that?_

Maybe it was a deluded thing to ask but I thought it was definitely a question worth asking.

**SIX** It was December 2003, and I noticed how the tall columns of force had started gathering all around me in a circle whenever I'd talk to the Intelligence on Primrose Hill as well.

Every night I went there, they'd be there.

And then my little wonderings about whether I could serve the gods in some way seemed to get an answer.

I happened to read somewhere that a river of so-called 'black energy' flowed right around the world. According to the writer, the chaotic dysfunction polluting this giant serpent originated from a town in Iran, called Bam. But what opened my eyes even wider was the fact that this thing flowed right through the area of Primrose Hill.

Black energy – the writer said – is energy that has become polluted in some way and can make people feel bad who live near it: it can even make them ill. It sounded exactly like what I'd been doing already to the serpents with all of these shifts – these so-called 'unchainings', as I now liked to call them. _This could be my big chance_ , I thought. _To do something really big!_

Like I say, these were the first steps at completely annihilating the poison that – in many ways – has brought Hell to this Earth: or, to put it another way, the first little baby-lessons in how to remove all of the dysfunction poisoning Heaven: because, let's face it; this Earth would be a heavenly place if it wasn't for all of the poisonous violence and stupidity and greed and anger and all of the other stuff infecting it.

Anyway, one night pretty soon after reading about that so-called 'black energy' I went to the hill and asked the Intelligence if I could help to do something about it. The answer was that, first of all, a river of 'black energy' was indeed flowing right through the Primrose Hill area: and secondly I could help to get rid of it if I wanted to try. I was told – through a lot of questions and answers – that the river of so-called 'black energy' was originating from exactly where the writer had said it was coming from – a Middle Eastern town in Iran, called 'Bam'.

The Intelligence went on to say that I'd have to help in something that moves the river of energy away from Bam: and I had to do it from an old grove of trees on the top of Primrose Hill in two days' time.

In other words, I'd be helping to move a gigantic river of force away from a location that wasn't just a few miles away, but this time was thousands of miles away on the far side of the Earth.

It seemed an utterly fantastic and impossible task.

I asked if I could do it right there and then but the answer was 'no', and that I could only do it at a particular time just before the moon was starting to become full.

Then I was led right up and over the brow of the hill to a grove of very unusual trees that I think we find specifically in the Middle East, funnily enough. Thorny branches of the trees met in a claustrophobic tangle overhead; and so it was like being in a cavern with open sides. That was the place where I'd help to shift the poisonous forces – or whatever they were – from a place thousands of miles away.

Two day's later the night arrived when I would help The Intelligence to shift away the river of polluted energy from that far, distant Middle Eastern town. As I climbed the flank of Primrose Hill it was very late at night, and the sky was good and clear. The air was windless and pretty much flat calm. As I got into that strange grove of trees there was an oppressive and claustrophobic atmosphere. It was very intense: and I have to say that it felt like I definitely was not alone inside that grove of thorny trees. I was guided to a particular tree that I hadn't noticed on that first visit a few nights previous, and it was right in the middle of the grove. I remember thinking how unusual it was that I hadn't noticed that tree on my previous visit. Anyway, I stood at the middle tree...closed my eyes... and asked with my mind for the poisonous energy stream to move away from the town in Iran.

Almost immediately a wind started blowing through those thorny branches overhead. Up until that point there'd not even been a particularly noticeable breeze. It seemed like the wind had come from nowhere. The more I continued to ask with my mind the poisonous river to move the stronger the wind became. In less than two minutes the entire grove of trees was going wild. It was like being in the middle of a storm. I thought _what on earth is happening?_ For a few seconds it seemed like I was an old wizard standing in a tree making the wind to go faster and faster with my mind. It was very strange. When the storm was at its peak and the trees were going absolutely wild, I watched a thick vertical wall of silvery-white phosphorescence sort of slide sideways... right through my body and right through my mind to then disappear. Exactly like had been happening in the previous weeks.

Suddenly the wind dropped. In a few seconds everything became normal. The oppressive mood in the grove of trees had vanished.

When I asked the Intelligence if the poisonous river had been shifted the answer came back that it would move away in three day's time.

Leaving the grove of trees I was stunned. I wasn't expecting a storm like that to happen at all: in fact I didn't really know what I'd been expecting, to be honest. I was sure something very strange had happened back there; but when I got back to the flat in Tottenham I wondered if I'd imagined everything; and that maybe I'd gone completely mad now. After all, there I'd been earlier standing in a grove of trees and asking with my mind something that was thousands of miles away to leave a place where it had been fixed for a great many centuries. It did seem a bit bonkers; but I couldn't explain the sudden storm that had whipped and screamed through the trees – I mean, what the heck was that? I had not the slightest clue.

It was three days later when I thought something really had happened after all; because on the same day that the river of polluted force was supposed to have been shifted away, an earthquake hit a particular town in Iran, called Bam.

It was the exact same town from where the Intelligence had shifted those 'black energies'.

To say I was shocked is to put it mildly: I went into a sort of meltdown. I couldn't believe what I was hearing on the television and reading in the newspapers. How was this possible? Was it a bizarre coincidence or what? Had I really been talking to the gods – had I really been helping them to shift a poisoned river of energy out and away from an old town in Iran? And if so then had that shift caused an almighty earthquake? Or was it merely an incredible coincidence? I knew exactly what to think but I didn't dare think it. All of a sudden this whole thing that I was getting involved in became a possible reality – maybe it was real after all? Up until that point it had all been a bit of a giggle – a sort of crazy little fantasy. Now I wasn't so sure it was a fantasy after all. Suddenly this whole thing – the Intelligence with its magical knowledge and my part in it... All of it had changed from being an imaginary thing to quite possibly being something real.

As for as that town in Iran – well! The news was not good... Seventy thousand people had been killed because it was a very, very old town where a lot of the houses were made out of mud bricks. When I asked the Intelligence what on earth was going on, I was told that generations of people in Bam had been using the river of energy to project sickness around the Earth. They'd been practicing 'Black Magic', in other words: and they'd been doing it for centuries. They had deliberately been polluting a global river of magnetic-electrical force in order to spread throughout the world a sense of fear. Hmmm.

But when I asked the Intelligence if what I'd been involved with in the grove had actually caused the earthquake the Intelligence went completely quiet. It wouldn't say. There was absolutely no response at all – neither a 'yes' nor a 'no'.

The Intelligence wasn't saying anything.

And as to what I thought personally about the whole weird episode? I was surprised at how much loathing I felt towards those horrible people that had been doing the black magic. But I didn't know what to feel about the people that had died in that unbelievable earthquake – I was in a whirl. I was starting to see that vile people are also very deliberately creating the real Hell on Earth: and that it wasn't solely an ethereal residue of Earth's primeval past. It was a deliberate and on-going pollution of the psychological aspect – or dimension or zone or layers or whatever you want to call it – of Nature itself.

Of course, there'll be some cynic out there saying, 'you what? The psychological aspect of Nature? What absolute garbage'. But the fact is that Nature does actually have a mind, a consciousness, if you will: and that we just use this thing called 'mind'; and (hopefully) we develop it. Having said that, however, the storm in the grove of thorny trees did seem a little farfetched for my tastes: and yet the more I learned about what these forces and energies of the real Heaven actually are – and that not only do they connect directly to the human mind but in many ways they literally are the human mind... I thought that maybe there might be something in it after all.

One thing that popped right to the front of my thoughts was that maybe religions tell us to keep away from these forces because they know perfectly well how people can poison them deliberately: and that this is one reason why churches were always built right over where these serpents meet and mingle or whatever it is that they do.

They were trying to protect the forces.

However, what religions apparently fail to grasp is that by creating noise where these serpents meet is one way of creating the poison in the forces. It doesn't matter if the noise is the saying of prayers about God and Jesus because the basic sound created by chanting and singing and talking directly over these powerful transmission-points in the Earth creates the poison as well.

It's as simple as that.

Also, many religions appear to think that Hell is far away from Heaven; when in fact Hell has infected Heaven: because Hell is the poison that has infected the forces of the Earth; and therefore has also infected us on a very subtle and (therefore) deep level.

Looking at the evidence, religion has known for centuries all about these invisible forces because a long time ago they deliberately built their places of worship right over where the forces are at their most powerful. Religion also knows that the forces can poison the world because it thinks that prayers and rituals keep the forces clean.

Not only that, but when religion says that a person involving her or himself in these forces is involved in sorcery and witchcraft, religion is trying to keep people well away from these invisible forces. Religion even sometimes calls the forces themselves 'evil' and 'satanic'. The problem is that when they call the forces these bad names, they're actually calling Heaven itself these names: because Heaven is the forces of Nature. But for thousands of years the real Heaven has been infected by all of this... dysfunction: and it's the dysfunction – and not the forces – that is the actual root of everything we call 'satanic' and 'evil'.

It's certainly a complex situation, to say the least: like trying to unravel a giant befuddled mass of string.

Anyway, the upshot of all this is that instead of cursing that poison it should instead be actively attacked and destroyed: and the authentic way to achieve that true destruction of Hell has always been completely unknown to religion. Prayers, and visualizations, and rites and rituals are all very good but they don't actually destroy Hell. If those things could even start to do so then they would have achieved that by now – after all, people have been praying and doing rituals and whatnot for one heck of a long time; haven't they? But no: those things are for comfort and to preserve the memory of various truths. The thing that kills the monster is something else: something completely different. It's literally a science, which comes directly from the gods – from The Intelligence; and it's probably conducted on the face of this Earth by a single warrior: and that very amazing method of destroying the 'satanic' or 'evil' or whatever we want to call it was exactly what I was learning how to do.

I was also learning that when the infection has wormed its way in too deep then its removal from the Earth's inner workings might (possibly) create disruptions and eruptions; and sometimes of immense and even frightening proportions: rather like when the removal of a rotten tooth causes a person to scream.

After that weird coincidence of the earthquake happening in Bam I really wasn't sure if I wanted to carry on. I was scared. Was it a coincidence or _not?_ I couldn't figure it out. If it had been no more than a coincidence then fair enough: but if it had not been a coincidence then... what? It didn't bear thinking about. But then if I really could help the Intelligence with the removal of this horrible poison then shouldn't I? After all, I had no idea that an earthquake would happen on the same night as I'd been told the river would move. But then maybe the thing I was talking to was in fact evil; and not the Intelligence after all?

Thing is, there'd never been anything about the Intelligence that I sensed to be anything other than beautiful and wise.

Therefore how could something that is evil be so beautiful and wise? To that someone might say, 'Ah: because it's so cunning – so clever!'Possibly it is unbelievably clever: but then my argument for that is... 'Why had it dragged me out of my gigantic ignorance and into a world of enlightenment – why? How would that be possible if the Intelligence was actually something evil and dark?' It wouldn't be possible at all. Something evil and dark would've made my life even worse, but that wasn't happening; the opposite of that was happening. Why did I get the distinct impression that I was talking to something that strongly resembled the Oracle of Ancient Greece?

Maybe it was because the gods are evil – was that it?

That the Intelligence was in fact an evil thing?

I know a lot of people would say that it was. But then people like that are usually embedded in the dogmas of religion and spiritual thinking.

But there's another side to saying that the Intelligence is evil, and it's this... To say 'The Intelligence is evil' would mean that I'm evil – wouldn't it? The implication would be that I am also evil, wouldn't it? That I'm evil and a servant of evil or I'm an idiot and don't know the difference between something good and something evil? It'd be something like that wouldn't it? And how could I prove I'm none of those things – how? Of course, those people saying the Intelligence is evil are really very cunning; because they know that I can't prove anything to anyone without them directly communicating with The Intelligence themselves: which they most probably could do, if they really and sincerely wanted to. And that in the meantime, all I can do is tell the truth and say 'I'm not evil or a servant of evil or an idiot that doesn't know the difference between good and evil'.

The whole point about this question of 'is the Intelligence good or is it evil' is that it was becoming more and more of an issue for me, I have to say; despite everything I felt about the Intelligence and what it was like to be there in its company. Secretly, and for quite a long time, that issue really had bothered me – 'how do I know that what I'm talking to is not evil? Is it good or is it evil?' because I needed to know and to be absolutely sure.

In my bones I knew that The Intelligence was not only good but in fact was the most divine. It would be in the following months and years that The Intelligence quite literally – and in the most vivid way – showed me what it is: and, later on again, that it showed me that it really is The Gods; and that the gods are not the petty little idiots that we seem to think they are. In fact they are quite the opposite. Maybe it's we that are the petty little idiots sometimes?

Returning back to the story about Bam and the earthquake there... I heard later on that the oldest part of Bam had always been considered by the local people to be in some way evil; and that they'd always avoided going there. If that was true then why didn't those people find out what was really going on; and – if Black Magic was in fact being practiced there – stamp it out? People seem to think that if a divine reality does in fact exist then it must love absolutely everyone no matter what sort of madness they're involved in. But maybe something that really is divine would like to remove from the Earth everything that goes against what it is and what it stands for?

But what are The Gods?

The following information came through years of experience and from questions with The Intelligence; so I'm sort of jumping out of the story now and bringing you right up to date. Don't worry; I will go back to the story soon: but I probably should make this issue about 'what are the gods' a little clearer.

First of all, it would more truthful and accurate if instead of saying 'The Gods' I said 'The Goddesses and The Gods'. What I do not mean here is some actor in a film wearing a wig and sitting on a throne: or people in white robes in a temple in the clouds with harp music playing – or, you know; the usual Hollywood stuff. And even all of that Ancient Greek fantasy about revenge and intrigue and jealousy and fighting and murder and rape. The divine potencies in reality have nothing to do with these notions that stem simply from people attempting to make excuses for the ego they create; and so for their own failure towards life.

All of the old books about the Goddesses and the Gods have to be burned, a completely new leaf has to be turned, and an honest and truthful account of these divinities written: and I do mean that they can be understood.

So then. What are they?

Famously, Carl Jung talked about what he called 'The Human Archetypes'. Of course, you can't really talk about something unless you've encountered it for real, I suppose; and I'm pretty sure Jung actually did encounter the human archetypes, because such a lot of what he says about them is true.

However, what he did not say is that they are, in fact, eternal and living beings that were brought to Earth as living holographic imprints by a very misunderstood and very mysterious origin (we'll come to what that origin is in a minute)...

The Goddesses and the Gods are eternal and _living_ beings that embody our greater qualities – in other words, every quality that we call 'humanity'.

Their living imprint, however, exists in The Unconscious (which is not the subconscious); where they can be uncovered and so brought into the conscious awareness. These imprints are inherent to us; and they are each but one characteristic that should feature in an individual's day-to-day personality.

The Goddesses and The Gods are potencies of a realm that every woman and man is here on this Earth to enter, called The Self. Therefore it could even be said truthfully that they are the Self. They speak to us through what has been called 'The Unconscious'; and we can learn how to hear what they say; and we can learn (if we want to) how to encounter them.

They are ready to communicate with us so that we can enter into the heavenly state of being; where all of the divine potencies are being expressed through our conscious personalities – and through our bodies therefore, on a daily basis.

The Goddesses and the Gods can be thought of accurately as eternal civilizations existing in the universe, and their living (holographic) image was imprinted into ape-like creatures on Earth by a very misunderstood origin so as to bring to Earth the perfect image that human beings can achieve. They are every woman and man's truest and greatest role models, in fact: and for a very long time the Goddesses and the Gods have been attempting to destroy the poison that befuddles our world.

Some would say there are nine of these human archetypes – and that would be true. However, it also depends on how you look at the situation. From what I've learned and from what I've actually seen there are basically ten human archetypes – or 'divine potencies'. The one that I choose to call 'the eleventh', therefore, is usually the archetype that most people have called 'the ninth'.

This 'calling the ninth the eleventh' is not in order to confuse you but it is to do with how we look at the situation, because the ninth archetype is so different from the ten humanistic 'Goddesses and Gods'

And so we'll come to the ninth – or should I say 'the eleventh' – archetype a little later on in this chapter.

But, again; not to confuse you of course.

The living, holographic image of the ten Goddesses and Gods are all inherent to human beings – that meaning, they already are present existing in the unconscious: but never-the-less we have to uncover them there and bring them into the conscious awareness. If that does not happen in a person's life then for that person it is as of the divine potencies do not exist.

These inherent yet undiscovered divinities are the four female goddesses or 'archetypes' (The Mother, The Priestess, The Princess, and The Amazon), the four male gods or 'archetypes' (The Father, The Magician, The Prince _also called 'The Eternal Youth'_ , and The Hero), a female divinity that embodies all of the goddesses at once (The Wise Old Woman); and a male divinity that embodies all of the gods at once (The Wise Old Man).

The humanistic goal of every woman is to open her conscious mind up to all of the four _male gods_ through a direct contact with The Unconscious: so that she will thus enter the realm of Self, which for her is embodied by The Wise Old Woman, and so become truly wise.

The humanistic goal of every man is to open his conscious mind up to all of the four _female goddesses_ through a direct contact with The Unconscious: so that he will thus enter the realm of Self, which for him is embodied by The Wise Old Man, and so become truly wise.

One particularly powerful method of achieving direct contact with The Unconscious is through the use of a copper 'L-rod' (as described in this story).

Once that direct contact has been established, then a good idea is to discover from The Unconscious what our true work is. This is because our true work leads us into the realm of The Self (and therefore into happiness and freedom). Our true work: should be done by us passionately and with full commitment and belief. Again, a highly effective way to discover clearly our true work is through direct communication with the Unconscious.

And so now we come to the eleventh divinity; which – as I said earlier – some people consider to be 'the ninth'.

This divinity stems from one of the numerous artificial civilizations that were created deliberately by the Goddesses and the Gods.

One major reason that these artificial civilizations were created was so as to be the various universal components that link the Goddesses and the Gods with people on Earth.

This eleventh divinity stems from the artificial entities inhabiting a particular one of the artificial civilizations, which are not human-like in the usual sense but are 'humanoid': which is why this divinity is usually seen as being 'alien' to the Earth.

However, it should be stated here immediately that this particular one of the artificial civilizations has nothing whatsoever to do with the so-called 'Grey Aliens' from the part of our galaxy called 'Reticulum': and that the divine civilizations do not (as yet) visit the Earth in machines. Those that do visit the Earth in machines are the material (grey alien) visitors, and they do not belong to a civilization but rather to a colony that have long ago separated themselves from the Goddesses and the Gods. This 'Grey Alien' colony is the authentic source from which the story of Satan is derived – Satan being originally an archangel in service to 'God', but who then decided to follow his own path; and so, in time, he fell further and further away from Grace.

The confusion about those that fell from Grace and those that did not fall from Grace stems from the large-headed, bald, small-of-stature, physical appearance of both.

It is a confusion still playing itself out among various psychic individuals on Earth that believe themselves to be talking to a higher civilization, but who are in fact communicating with a colony of entities that are the origin of evil on Earth.

The so-called 'Zeta Riticulum' colony (the so-called 'grey alien') is one of these highly negative sources that, in truth, are opposed to the divine thriving on Earth.

Unlike the ten human divinities mentioned above, this eleventh divinity is most definitely not inherent to human beings at all. Never-the-less can be imprinted as a living holograph into a person during her or his life on Earth. The receiving of this unusual imprint endows a person with a unique connection to the ten human archetypes; and the Earth is one of the very few places in the universe where this humanoid imprint can be both imparted and received.

This eleventh divinity is imprinted into the genetic code of a person during a vivid imprinting event that is able to take place during a person's life on Earth. The imprint is for the sole outcome of it acting as the amplification and interpretation device, which allows for a (sometimes startlingly) vivid and direct communication with all of the Goddesses and Gods.

The imprinting event of the eleventh divinity is where the so-called 'Shining One' is vividly seen; and this event has been documented throughout human history by the human individuals involved. This event has also led occasionally to the emergence of a powerful motif that, in time, became central to various religious teachings.

The 'Shining One' could (possibly) be thought of as the collective brain as it were: and, once attained as an imprint, can allow a seeker to find a broad wealth of knowledge. This eleventh was also called by religion 'The Godhead', and was also in the past regarded as 'The Archangel Michael'.

In later centuries it has been recognized as some sort of extraterrestrial being when encountered, which it most certainly is: as are all of the other artificial civilizations created by – and in service to – the Goddesses and the Gods.

However, it is accurate to say that this particular imprint is, in fact, one half extraterrestrial and the other half human – it being a holographic mix of the person involved with a singular example from the artificial civilization.

Most probably it is due to the huge leaps in scientific understanding that were achieved in the Twentieth Century that an accurate interpretation of this highly unusual and universal holographic imprint can be offered now.

A vivid description of this unique imprinting event is found in Part Five of this story.

In a way we could say that in the scheme of things there is also a twelfth component; and that would be you! After all, you... I... We are an important part of this story of The Self as well.

Eight of the Human Archetypes (therefore, the following information does not include The Wise Old Woman and The Wise Old Man) also happen to exist in so-called 'negative' versions. However, this does not mean 'negative' in terms of 'bad', but it terms where we have a negative of a photograph, for example.

Due to the existence of 'opposites' it therefore has been said that the goddesses and gods are also 'denizens of darkness': but there are no 'denizens of darkness' when it comes to the divine. Instead there commonly do exist in the psyche of people on Earth various undernourished versions of a goddess or a god (like there's a New Moon as opposed to a Full Moon).

These versions help us to do what we need to do in life so that we can fully be happy and free; which only will happen after we bring all of the potencies into our conscious mind: after which time the potencies will gel together as one divine potency that is either female (The Wise Old Woman) or male (The Wise Old Man), depending, of course, upon a person's gender.

When this happens, finally, we at last become the person that we have always had the potential in life to be.

In other words, our so-called 'denizens of darkness' are usually associated with 'Death' not because they bring physical death but because they bring the death of the Ego; so that we can then enter into the realm of Self, and so become truly wise.

It was because people in the past who encountered these undernourished versions of the divine were so protective and proud of their Ego that they were not able to understand the nature of what these divinities actually are: thus seeing them as demons that would rob them of their identity.

The Gorgon, or 'Medusa', is one such example.

She is, in fact, The Terrible Mother (The Goddess Kali, in Indian culture) who brings the death of The Ego and so frees us to enter The Self, where we become truly wise.

Therefore she is not a monster but a saviour.

Incidentally, these undernourished versions were also depicted in various fictions and fantasies as 'vampires'; and were even depicted in fiction as having fangs and drinking blood. The truth is that the so-called 'vampire' comes from a situation about our own personal development, which was misinterpreted by people in the past who – due to their primitive mentality – failed to understand what was going on.

But before we return to the story, there's one thing I'd like to ask...

How can a person evolve into becoming what has always been there inside them? How can a person enter a realm called The Self when The Self already exists inside – how can this be?

But if we think of an acorn.

Is the oak tree inside the acorn? No. But then again, yes. It is.

The oak tree only grew from the acorn because it already existed there inside the acorn as a perfect code. Then the acorn was put underground where it couldn't be seen (like when we enter into the Unconscious). There something sprouted (like our first encounters with the Unconscious).

Then a sapling appeared through the soil (like the contents of the Unconscious emerging into the Conscious). More and more it grew until it became a tree where everyone could see it (like the Unconscious and the Conscious becoming one).

Now the great tree can provide food and shelter for many other creatures (being like we are after encountering all of the divine potencies and therefore consciously entering the realm of wisdom: The Self).

In other words, The Self is like the acorn.

A person that enters and discovers all that exists in the unconscious will become the person they were meant to be.

**SEVEN** Questions with the Intelligence still would not reveal if what happened that night on Primrose Hill in the grove of thorny trees had actually caused the earthquake in Bam.

However, I was able to find out why the forces flowing through Bam (and through all of the other places, like Saint Paul's and Alexandra Palace) had become contaminated...

Materials like stone can, under very particular atmospheric and other physical conditions, trap various human energies. These so-called 'energies' originate from human psychological effects that are both powerful enough and prolonged enough to leave an energetic imprint on the chemicals inside various types of stone. Sometimes we see those effects being replayed – as in a recording, which is what 'ghostly apparitions' are; be they something we see or something we hear.

This rare but never-the-less entirely natural occurrence was actually proved a reality by an electrical engineer called John Marke and a crystallographer called Allan Jenkins, when their so-called 'Stone Tape' was recorded, in 1982. They set up an experiment to record ghostly voices that people claimed to be hearing regularly at an old pub called 'The Prince of Wales', in Kenfig ( _South East Wales_ ). They theorized that ferric salts and silica present in the four feet-thick stone walls of the old pub were actually very similar to chemicals found in recording tape and in microchips: meaning the stone walls might well have a potential to retain what the friends called 'sound energy' from earlier centuries.

The way they would capture these very old sounds on tape was to attach electrodes to the interior walls of the pub... and then pass one thousand volts through them: the idea being that a high voltage might spark a reaction causing the sounds to become audible. They set up their recording equipment over the bar; and for four weeks they electrified the walls of the pub between 1am and 4am.

Famously ( _their story appeared on the BBC television news programme 'Newsnight'_ ) the sounds they captured on tape – in a pub that was totally empty and locked, were... voices speaking in a very old form of Welsh, footsteps, organ music, a key turning in a lock, and a ticking clock (when there was no clock actually there).

Ghosts are not living spirits but are residual sounds and images originating in times past: therefore ghosts are usually impressions left behind by people that are, as we say, dead. However, ghosts can also be left behind by people that are very much alive; and one such example of this became quite famous in England, and was even reported on national television. It involved a teenage girl who became very depressed about her family's imminent move to another house. She happened to be the teenage sister of a friend of mine; and she became a recluse: hiding away in her bedroom and hardly ever coming out. After the family did finally move, the buyers of their old house phoned and asked if there'd ever been anything strange about the house at all. One of the bedrooms was haunted by the ghost of a teenage girl. Usually she'd be seen standing in the corner of a bedroom and staring out of the window. Footsteps could also be heard in the room whenever it was empty. The room in question was the old bedroom where the teenage sister used to lock herself away: and it was her residual image that was the ghost. They knew it was her because her ghost had even been captured on closed-circuit television. There she was, walking around her old bedroom and staring out of the window. But how could there be a ghost of a living person?

The emotional anguish of the younger sister had created some sort of an imprint, which could even be captured on film; in other words, a ghost!

The emotions are the mind: and the energy of the human mind imprints sometimes a repeatable effect in the fabric of buildings and other physical places.

Those two examples that I've given you here are fairly mild: but what about when a building has been used for many years as a particularly brutal prison, or as a torture chamber? And then what if a polluted building like that has a serpent of power flowing right through it – what then? Well, if the serpents do exist then they are giant arteries of magnetic-electrical transmission flowing all around the globe. Therefore, when a serpent flows through the poisonous residues imprinted in the fabric of an old building, then not only does the serpent become polluted but also it spreads that pollution wherever it flows; which, in some cases, is for thousands of miles.

It has to be said that most of this poisoning of buildings and other physical places is accidental, and in many ways is unavoidable. But sometimes that poisoning is deliberate: and that's what was happening in Bam. For who knows how long, something sinister was being practiced by people at a specific location somewhere in the old part of the city, where a serpent of power intersected with a transmission-point of magnetic-electrical force in the Earth – a so-called 'power centre', if you will: also sometimes called a 'vortex'. By their persistent contamination of that vortex they were poisoning deliberately the serpent stream: knowing full well that it would spread the poison wherever it flowed; which happened to be for thousands of miles.

Including the innocuous little neighborhood of Primrose Hill, in north London.

And so retuning to the story... By now my little world had become mostly the world of hill and grove and breeze and moon, and then... attic; where the six tall columns all stood inside a magical circle of power: and where – after my work in that so-called 'control panel' in London – and then after that the dramatic episode with Bam, the beginnings of an outrageous idea flashed in my brain. And while I worked there, hour after hour – in that clean, bright little attic that was empty but for a few boxes and books: with its exposed wooden beams overhead, two roof-windows, bare floorboards, and a working electric light dangling from the ceiling...

There an idea started to emerge: and it was a truly outrageous idea.

But before I tell you what it was I have to ask you to understand that everything I've told you so far has been the truth: that I did go where I've described (and a great many other places as well) where all of what I've described happening did actually happen. The forces were there. They did move. Something extraordinary really was answering my questions, giving me information, and directing me in all of these so-called 'unchainings'.

If you can at least toy with the idea that 'maybe what he's telling me is true' – if you can even simply allow for that possibility and suspend your disbelief... Then my next question to the Intelligence was this... What if all of that poison existing in the Earth's forces; and therefore befuddling the human mind to create war and all of the destruction and cruelty and arrogance and tyranny and greed and hypocrisy – all of the human horror, in other words... What if all of that poison that I'd been shifting the serpents away from night after night and month after month for the past year and a half... What if all of the poison could be completely dissolved? Eradicated. All of it. What if it could all be removed completely from the forces of the entire Earth? Completely removed – once and for all.

And then if that were possible – if that poison could actually be removed from the Earth... Would it then be removed from people as well?

What I was asking – to put it another way – was... Could a total, complete, and thorough transformation of the Earth's field of force and all of its vast scope of energies literally save the world – could that be the answer? Is that how this world is actually transformed into becoming the real Heaven that we all know deep down it could be and really should be? Is that how it's actually done?

And what do you think the Intelligence said when I asked it? Do you think it said 'no'? Do you think it said – 'no, don't be silly! It's the political process that'll sort everything out between human beings on Earth. The political process. Have faith in politics, my friend: that's the way forward' – do you think it said that? Or, 'trust in God; and respect other religions – that's the answer. Respect. And love for thy neighbor' – maybe you think it should've said that? Or did it say, 'the answer is the economy. Get the economy on its feet and all with be well. The answer is... The Economy!'

Maybe you think it should've said any one of those things?

But what if I asked the Intelligence if any of those fine things would actually save the Earth and bring peace, and happiness and pull people together, and stop the slaughter of animals and environments and innocent (and even the guilty) people and all of that... evil... What if I asked the Intelligence if any of that horror would stop through the political process, or through God, or through economic growth... What if I asked it that question; and that unfortunately the Intelligence's answer to that gigantic question was, 'no'.

What would it mean?

What would it mean if the Intelligence had said that politics, and religions, and economic growth would do absolutely nothing to remove the darkness and destruction; and make this world the Heaven that it's meant to be? Oh dear. Maybe you think it'd therefore quite obviously mean that the Intelligence is a lie: a total piece of garbage: or maybe something even worse. Because, of course... maybe you think it couldn't possibly be something completely unknown that is at the root of the problem – and is therefore the answer? I mean, it couldn't possibly be something we know absolutely nothing about – right? Wrong.

So then what did the Intelligence say would achieve all of these things that people have been (apparently) trying to achieve for decades – even centuries? What did it say is the thing that would actually do it? It said the way to end all of this garbage between people and what people vomit over the world is to the cut and destroy the root, not the branches: the root. And what is 'The Root'? It's the one thing that we constantly overlook – either through misinformation or the blinkered thinking caused by beliefs – but which is everywhere.

The root has become so much part of our world that we think its presence is 'normality' – as if murder and rape and brutality and the subjugation of women are 'normality'. The root is the one thing we simply do not believe in or even recognize: and that is why it has been able to carry on fouling up the system for so long. That's why the chaos has not only been able to continue and even to grow and to grow and to grow for centuries now; but also the chaos has even become an accepted state of being for so many people: it has become the norm.

That root is the one thing that we fancy in our wild imaginations it couldn't possibly be because (to us) it is way too simplistic. The thinking is that the problems have now become so far gone – and have grown to become so incredibly complicated, that the answer could never be something super-simple: and that would be a correct thought, because the answer is very complicated – it is complicated beyond anyone's imagination. Attacking and destroying the root is a vastly complicated Science. It is a Science that is completely unknown in this world. It is – in effect – of _another_ world. That is correct: another world.

You see, the root of all of our tremendous and seemingly endless problems is the poison that dwells inside the forces of the Earth: that is the root of the entire festering and rapidly expanding problem. Remove that root and you remove all of the dysfunction that prevents entire layers within Creation from operating even at all. Many of us think that Nature stops at death; and that it does not exist beyond death. The reality is that Nature exists far beyond that point of death; in what we could think of as in layer upon layer. These are layers that we have very little notion of: but which have to be allowed to function if our world is to function properly as well. And when the poison in removed and therefore everything is working as it should, then all of the horror we see exploding all around us every day will irrevocably start to fade and disappear.

But just to digress for a minute... What about these layers within Creation that I was talking about just then? What are these layers – after all, we're talking about the poisonous root stopping those layers from functioning? So here I'll give you one example. This is an example of a layer existing inside the natural systems of Earth that for many centuries has not been able to function even at all; due to the dysfunction caused by that poisonous fog of chaotic energies thriving throughout the forces. To illustrate this example first of all, I'll use a historical event from the latter part of the Twentieth Century... Back in late-1973 in England, the then government ( _Conservative_ ) ordered that from the 1st of January 1974 to the 7th of March 1974 there would be what came to be known as 'the three-day week'. This meant that for four days of every week all work would stop.

Unsurprisingly, a lot of children were conceived in those months.

But even less surprising were the mountains of rubbish that accumulated on the streets. What has this got to do with these 'layers of Creation', I hear you say? Well, don't worry: I'm telling you... Soon the entire contents of rubbish-bags – food, soiled nappies, you name it – were strewn everywhere: and the stench was unbelievable. Vermin also became a problem: with the cockroach and rat population having something of a golden era. Everywhere there was a dirty and foul-smelling mess.

But then the three-day week ended: and our bin-men (the English term for refuse-collector) started working full-time. The rubbish was cleared away. Everyone realized what a valuable service our bin-men actually provide. But did you know that an unknown layer of this Earth has its refuse collectors? And that they have not been in operation on this Earth for thousands of years?

Creation – including human beings – is visible. Yet both Creation and people have an aspect that is not visible: and if you do not believe me then try watching the force of gravity (not its effects but the force itself); or try opening someone's skull to watch their thoughts. These things are invisible to the eye and yet they exist. That invisible aspect can be encountered by us, however, through a number of avenues: and one of those avenues is something that we call 'Death'. As we know, death is where something happens to the living human body – a change occurs. That change happens because something that was present in the living body leaves the living body: to make that living body a dead body: and what leaves is this thing we call 'The Soul'.

'Soul' is the entity that we are; and it is because of the entity that we are that we do what we do.

So then what do we do?

Some people kill things. They kill people: but they also kill animals and other forms of life on Earth. In other words, they spread death. They do that because, in fact, the soul that they are has lost something – we can think of it as a flame. That flame has gone out: and they are now what becomes known as a 'Dead Soul'. It's a peculiar situation because they walk and talk as if they are alive: whereas they are in fact... dead. Even Jesus of Nazareth spoke of these people when he remarked to someone, 'Let the dead bury the dead'.

Among the invisible workings of Nature, various procedures are meant to take place there after a soul has left the human body. Upon the occurrence of this thing we call 'death' a human soul that is alive – that is it contains that natural spark inside it – passes on into areas of Life that are appropriate to its development and learning. But when a human soul that actually is dead leaves the living human body, then Nature's design is that it should be taken and promptly destroyed – as happens to all dead things in the natural world: they are set upon by cockroaches and flies that work to decompose dead things. But how is that destruction of a dead soul achieved? Immediately upon its leaving the human body it is surrounded by a number of entities that then take it away and – in effect – destroy it and then use it as fertilizer for the other aspects of Creation: they literally take that dead soul and dismantle it: they break it down. It is, therefore, very like what happens to a dead body when flies and cockroaches attack it: and also – in our world – when rubbish is taken away by the refuse-collectors; to be disposed of efficiently.

Those entities that work in this way inside the realm of human souls can be thought of as refuse-collectors as well: and, because of their unpleasant work, they are not particularly pleasant to look at; although they do have a human appearance. However, they are no more evil than our refuse-collectors: or cockroaches, for that matter. And, just like when the bin-men stopped working in 1974 in England, without them various problems do arise. So then which problems? Rather in the same way as when the rubbish built up in the streets that year; thus creating foul-smelling streets, with vermin proliferating everywhere: so too this world starts fouling up as well. It's a cruel irony that without these 'spiritual bin-men' taking dead souls away to destroy them this world becomes increasingly populated with people that have little or no respect for life: and that means life in all of its forms – not just human life.

I should point out here that the entities I'm speaking of are not our so-called 'demons'. In fact a lot of confusion has arisen over the two groups of entities – one group being our 'spiritual bin-men' with the other being what we call 'demons'. Demons are the tormentors of people on Earth; and they definitely do not have a human appearance. They will be talked about in greater depth in volume two of this story. Demons are the cause of so much suffering – both mental and physical – among human beings, and they only add to the problems that we face each day.

How strange it is that the very beings that religion always tells us are demons (but which are not demons at all) and which religion is therefore saying are 'evil' are in fact essential for the active destruction and permanent disposal of all that is _truly_ evil: and that the real demons – the tormentors – have often been not only listened to by religions but also their murmurings are still today being acted out by numerous religious groups across the world. Conversely, without our 'bin-men' of the spiritual realm we have war, pedophiles, rapists, murderers, the human-led destruction of natural environments, the human-led eradication of wild animals, the human-led pollution of water and soils, plundering of Earth's natural resources, the physical and mental subjugating and slavery of both women and men... the list goes on and on.

These unpleasant but necessary bin-men of the spiritual realm actually prevent the psychological plagues that are routinely encouraged by 'demons' (the tormentors) by destroying the root cause of those plagues: dead human souls.

The question now is about why our spiritual refuse-collectors have not been able to enter the invisible realm of Nature and function on Earth as they should...

It was due entirely to the dysfunction inside the forces of the Earth, which acted as a blockage to these presences. Because of that blockage, dead human souls have been able to return again and again ad infinitum into the human fetus – and have therefore been able to literally thrive on Earth – even for centuries. There are many millions of them populating the Earth – and also waiting to re-populate the Earth – as of this date (2011). However, that year was also the year when our so-called 'spiritual bin-men' started to be able to enter the Earth in increasing numbers. It is their active and thorough removal and then disposal of these dead human souls that will remove all of the horrors – including the relentless over-populating of Earth by people (which is another form of disrespect to all life-forms) – within seventy years of that date.

That, which I have just described there, is but one example of a layer existing in the natural world that has not been able to function: and because of that one layer not being in operation so many terrible problems have exploded on Earth. Problems that have deepened and have become more and more complex: and which the Intelligence has claimed can never be solved by such things as politics, religions, and economic growth. Not that politics and religion and economic growth are bad things; no – that is not what is being said at all. No. It is that to solve these enormous and age-old problems that continue to stop our world from becoming the real heaven, it takes something very different. Something – you'll be happy to know – that has actually been done.

And just you watch and see what will (and I assure you it will) develop even over the next twenty years – starting from 2007, let alone the next seventy years. The changes have already started. The Middle East is changing: and it will continue to change – despite the residue of poison that insists on clinging to that part of the world. That residue will, _over the next few decades_ , be escorted off and destroyed as well. People are changing – and fast! The world as we know it has started inexplicably to crumble. No one actually knows why all of this is happening – oh, they have their educated theories: but they know that those theories are just... well... theories. Yes there were tremendous earthquakes and other natural upheavals between 2003 and late 2007 – and why? Could it be that the chaos-inducing poison was in the process of being removed – could it be? Could it be that the poison we also were partly responsible for was being finally dissolved – could it be? Of course not, we might say.

But then we'd be forgetting one important thing about this world – this world that we think is so powerful and dominating and unshakeable... We would be forgetting an age-old truth about this world that we have been told again and again and again and again. And what is that truth? It is that this gigantic world that we think is so important and unstoppable is an illusion. It is not actually real – and why? Because it can be changed. Transformed.

Therefore there is an answer to everything. And to remove from the Earth's field of force all of the dysfunction and chaotic activity; and then protect it for all time from any further toxic infiltrations – well? That's exactly the way the insanity is removed from the face of this Earth: according to the Intelligence, that is.

All of this deep transformation and coming to peace that will develop over the next few decades is going to be brought about by the completion of a highly complex and exact 'Science': a Science that comes directly from the Intelligence; and the rudiments of which I'd been learning avidly over 2002 and then 2003.

Let me help you to imagine this Science for a minute... One vivid way to imagine it might be to first think of the giant industry that creates our electricity – with its enormous power stations pumping out electricity, and with those endless rows of tall pylons marching over the country that carry our electricity along mile after mile of thick cables; and with those complicated circuits of wire and cable running throughout our homes... All of that industry simply in order to illuminate a tiny little filter inside a light-bulb: so that a room can be lit up. And what has any of that got to do with the Science? When it comes to the Science, rather than imagining that vast industry I described – with all of its huge and highly complex electrical components... Imagine that, in the Science, the industrial components are the Earth, the solar system, the Earth's forces, the Moon: and not forgetting that great genius behind it all – the Intelligence, of course...

Imagine also that the Science is generating not electricity but some sort of magic instead – because magic it surely is... And think that instead of it being the tiny filament in a light bulb glowing when all of that gigantic electrical industry is in full flow... Think that in the Science, the filament that glows... is me! And also that when I glow it isn't inside a light bulb that I glow in order to illuminate a room but instead that I glow inside a transmission-point of the Earth: so that numerous illuminations can then be created by the Science, throughout the Earth's entire field of force. I was the tiny little filament that glowed. That's really all I was. I was the little thing that glowed; in order that various divine potencies were able to appear inside the Earth's field – and so be transmitted worldwide.

This story that you are about to hear shows you literally what these potencies were and also what happened when they suddenly appeared. In the following story you'll see how I became the human component in the Science: and how it was created at some famous old places; using highly specific 'moments', as I came to call them. At each one of these locations in England I was guided to a particular square of ground in order to be there sitting down quietly – just like I'd started to do on my last visit to Primrose Hill, but this time it'd be at a very specific hour of a very specific month. If I missed any one of these singular hours – or missed any one visit to a location in the sequence, then the Science would've been rendered worthless.

The first sequence of the Science – which is described in volume one of this story, took me from the beginning of March 2004 to the middle of August 2004; so that's five months: and the famous old places where this first sequence was done were the Avebury stone circle, Stonehenge, and Glastonbury Tor.Let me tell you that I asked The Intelligence again and again – over week after week about all of this – this Science: oh, believe me I did. I even tried so many times to trick the Intelligence into any sort of a contradiction, or into saying that it didn't actually know if the Science would help this world: or that it was just being positive and trying to spread a bit of hope – or something like that. But there were no contradictions in what it was saying; and I could not pick any sort of a hole in what it was apparently saying either: it was emphatic in its message – 'the invisible forces of this Earth are indeed the true reason behind why people continue to behave like they do on this Earth. And these forces of the Earth can be transformed completely to be perfect and pure and without the poison lurking inside them... _And they can be protected to stay that way for all time'_.

That conclusion was the result of hours and hours and hours (amounting to days) of questions: over and over again.

It seems to me that deep down we all know that politics and religions never will change this world at the very deepest levels where it really needs to change. In fact, religion and politics ignore these deep and most profound problems that are the very root of our woes. That genuine answer to the world's problems was always going to be something else – something completely unknown – that'd bring the deep and permanent change. What amazes me is how not a single person throughout the entirety of history ever thought once that the root of our gigantic problem – of wars and hatred and all of the stupid and poisoning things that ruin our lives and the Earth... That it was all somehow something to do with the natural world – with Nature. After all, Nature is pretty big. I mean, it's huge! It surrounds us and it envelops us. If something really had gone horribly wrong somewhere in all of that gigantic massiveness don't you think it might affect us? Isn't it the fact of the matter that really it's crazy of anyone to think that it wouldn't?

People have ignored the forces existing inside Nature; and have tried to solve the problems by fixing the externals instead: when the true nature of the problem is just about as deeply internal as it gets. But when that internal situation is resolved completely then our external situation automatically follows; because isn't the external a direct expression of what's going on _inside?_

And so, on a rainy night in early March 2004, I prepared for the ninety mile journey from Tottenham, north London, to the Avebury Stone Circle in Wiltshire, South West England: where the first episode of an unknown Science designed to annihilate the poison – the living root of Hell – and thus remove it from this world for all time was about to begin.

Also in volume one of Merlin & The Science...

PART TWO: Voyage to Another Core

PART THREE: The Friends Have Come to The Vortex

PART FOUR: A Road Ends at The Tor

PART FIVE: The High Altar of Sacrifice

PART SIX: Earth Beats The Drum

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About the author

Justin Suchley lives presently in England; where he is now writing volume two of Merlin & The Science. To connect with him online...

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