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A few months ago, I received an e-mail out of the blue from a woman in
Berlin. She wrote to me on 3rd May (That is 5.03.07 in US dating, Code
503. I later came to see a sinister American link in her enquiry.) Only a
month before, I had just finished printing the first edition of The
Diagrams of Truth and code 503 means ‘diagrams of truth’. Later that very
morning, in Papakura, came a ‘blood link’ to Saturn and Arthur C Clarke
and later still, in Auckland, another strong connection this time to
Germany. That latter link was cryptically related to scientific research.
I exchanged several e-mails over the next week with Brigitte. In one
e-mail, she told me of one Walter von Lucadou and his Institute for
Paranormality in Freiburg. Then in her next e-mail, she told me how
surprised she had been that very night, just after writing to me about von
Lucadou, to have come across him speaking on a radio programme. He was
discussing the problems people have in getting their psychic experiences
taken seriously.
When I looked up his background on the internet, I found a very curious
link to me. His PhD in physics was directly connected to my D Phil in
photoelectron spectroscopy. It made a refreshing change to find another
real scientist interested in this field, rather than the plethora of
psychologists with their various hidden agendas. And at least he used the
neutral term paranormality in the title of his institute not the
misleading and narrow term of parapsychology. I decided to write a
background paper describing some of our work and trying to draw out its
apparent coherence. However, as he has spent much of the last two decades
qualifying in psychology and working in that field, I had some doubts as
to the point of bothering to write to him. Perhaps he'd gone completely
over to the enemy. None the less the letters from Berlin were strong
indications that I should at least attempt to contact him and ascertain
his views. But before sending this paper I send a brief e-mail to a
contact address given on his web page. The e-mail did not come back as
undelivered but it drew no response either, so I never bothered to send
this background paper to him. Anyway this is what I wrote in the paper
which I had intended to send to him.
1. Introduction.
I write to you, as one real scientist to another. It is unusual to find a
physicist working in this field and so I write to you as almost a kindred
spirit. But I write to you now only because of a series of coincidental
links in recent days to Germany, to you and to my background in chemical
physics. I consider that the study of the paranormal is best termed
paraphysics, not parapsychology, for physics is the study of energy, or of
the interaction energy with matter sometimes as a function of time.
Psychical research is concerned with a study of phenomena which lie beyond
space and time. Therefore it is best classified as paraphysics not
parapsychology. Physics is a real science as is genuine, psychical
research but psychology is not a real science at all. It is amongst the
worst of the pseudo-sciences. Psychologists seek to adapt the world to
their model, not their model to the world.
My research over 23 years has convinced me that genuine psychical
phenomena derive not from the malfunction of the human mind or from fraud
or delusion, but from the interaction of the mind of man with some
external reality, be it God or the spirits of the dead. What is more this
interaction, this communication, serves a deep and meaningful purpose.
2. My route into psychical research
I am a chemical physicist, turned analytical chemist, turned manager,
turned psychical researcher. I have studied psychical phenomena for nigh
on 23 years now. I did not choose this career path. I suppose it chose me.
It was at the heart of the most traumatic period of my life, when my first
wife began an affair with a former pupil. A few weeks later, my boss, the
divisional manager for sewage treatment, who was also my only real friend,
reorganised me out of my job as one of the two area managers. He then
offered me a non-job, all the while his actions serving to protect his own
position. If there was one level too many, the level that could go was
his. Mine was the highest level of technical management in sewage
treatment. There was little technical knowledge at the level below me. In
time he was replaced in his general manager, role by a water engineer in
the musical jobs game then fashionable in Northumbrian Water. That left no
senior level of technical management in sewage treatment. But then, any
fool can run a sewage works, can't they? No is the answer to that
question, but any fool can be a personnel officer, sorry a human resources
manager in the new jargon. That was another non-job I was offered, rather
stupidly by senior management at one point. I couldn't understand why
because I have neither the smarmy charm nor the deceit skills which are a
pre-requisite for success in that particular field.
So, I was shown in a very painful and personal way that there was nothing
I could trust in this world, absolutely nothing. I had lost my wife, who I
had known for 18 years, my best friend who I have known for eight years,
and my job all in the course of a month. What was more, there were grave
question marks about the bedrock of science. However at the very same
time, I was given a glimpse that there was something real beyond this
world, perhaps something I really could trust, where this world had failed
me so dismally. But things only went from bad to worse when I took up a
job which I had been offered through family connections. I was employed as
general manager for a private group of law and accountancy colleges in
central London. But they did not want someone with my capability, my
capacity to see through to the core of the problems in their organisation.
They wanted a ‘yes’ man. I never had and never would fit such a job
description. I did not last long in that job because I argued. And because
of the family connections, the net result was a falling out with what was
left of my family, my father and mother. So, I was left with absolutely
no-one in this world, no job, no wife, no children, no parents or friends.
It was a crash course in reality. I had been shown the unpleasant side of
the world with a vengeance. But over this whole period, I was given
further proof that there really was something beyond this world, something
that I really could trust, something beyond the reach of conventional
science, which had been at the core of my life until that traumatic time
in 1984. In time, I came to see that this whole period was part of a crash
course in the ways of this world and the basic nature of people. It gave
the lie to the rosy view that most people are basically good. But I also
came to see later that I had been in exactly the right place at the right
time. I had to have that company flat, albeit briefly, because it was in
Chelsea, the wrong part, at World’s End, SW 10, next to Lot’s Rd power
station. It was all part of my coming to understand the Codes which were
to be central to my destiny.
I have always been amongst the best in science. At school, I won a school
chemistry prize and an open scholarship to Oxford. In finals, I got a
first-class honours degree in chemistry and then a senior scholarship and
finally a D Phil. Then I left Oxford, because, perhaps instinctively, I
knew I could not make any useful contribution in academic research. I was
good at solving problems, not thinking up academic ones to solve. After a
failed attempt at school-teaching, where incidentally, I was shown the
future of education in Britain, I went into the water industry. I became
an analytical chemist in sewage treatment. I solved real problems in the
real world and I was promoted quickly. I was appointed as a lab assistant.
I was told at that first interview “We are not paying you for a research
degree, which is no use to us.” They were wrong. It proved to be very
useful to them. They just didn’t realise that they were doing research –
badly. That initial appointment had in fact been to the Tyneside Joint
Sewage Board in 1973
Then came the water industry re-organisation of 1974. From my appointment
as lab assistant, to becoming head chemist took just over a year. From mid
1974, as head chemist in Wear Division I had responsibility for designing
a new laboratory in conjunction with the civil engineers. Then I had to
choose equipment. I chose an auto-analyser, which I developed from parts
because it was outside the budget, a gas chromatograph and an atomic
absorption spectrometer. I had also to appoint and train staff, develop
analytical methods in sewage analysis and design sampling programmes to
obtain information on sewage works performance. As well as setting up and
managing a S&SD operations lab, at the same time, I was also by now chief
scientist in New Works for the Tyneside sewage scheme, the building of the
Howdon sewage works in Tyne Division , to treat the sewage from 1 million
people in the Newcastle and Gateshead area.
In 1975, I crossed swords with the Personnel and Management Services
Department. It was then that I saw at first hand, the duplicity within the
personnel function. An internal authority review, was carried out by a
chemist who had defected to the enemy. I was heavily criticised for having
grandiose designs for laboratories. But that was in a full version of a
report which the Director of Personel swore to NALGO, the staff union, did
not exist. I heard him say the words. The trouble was that I had already
seen that full report. I knew he was lying. He imagined no-one on the
NALGO committee could have seen it. But I had seen it. I had been asked to
review it by divisional management because they could not understand it. I
said nothing. He had shown himself up for exactly what he was. So, even at
that early stage, I can now see that it was part of my education in the
ways of the world. In that report, there was specific criticism of
chemists with backgrounds in research. That could only refer to me, as I
was unique within the NWA. As ever, I was just at least decade ahead of
the rest of the field. Within 15 years, such equipment as I had purchased
to such stinging criticism was standard in all water industry labs. But by
then, I had long since left the laboratories.
Three years later, in 1977, I became Wear Division eastern area operations
manager, moving from science into general management. I then applied my
scientific mind and analytical skills to sewage works operation and man
management. I implemented bonus schemes, and devised and controlled
research programmes into sewage works treatment problems. I produced
audiovisual training courses, and lectured for the National Water Council,
training division. I served on two national committees. One of these was
the Department of the Environment Standing Committee of Analysts,
developing methods for measuring respiration rates in water. The other was
the National Council of the Institute of Water Pollution Control. However,
by 1983, it was becoming clear that I had reached the point in the
management structure, where I would never progress. I was too intelligent,
too capable and too articulate for the comfort of many of the people above
me, and they made the appointments. I thought for myself and I said what I
thought. I also had a strong sense of morality, of right and wrong. I did
not subscribe to the new American management theories, which were very
much the vogue in the Northumbrian Water Authority. It was evident to all
thast I was not a ‘Company Man’, someone who would fit in whatever the
cost to morality.
I had been area manager for seven years by 1984, and then came the
discovery of my wife's affair with one of her former pupils. I made a
throwaway comment to her when she came back late one night from a church
meeting, the House-wives Club, it was supposed to be. I should have
realised she was not being truthful, with her coming back at 11:30 p.m.
when the House-wives Club normally finished around 9-45pm.
I knew that because three years earlier I'd shown a cine film to the
Housewives Club. Even those words are forbidden now. No one mentions the
word Housewife…I’d made this film of the kids at the Church Playgroup and
performing in the nativity play at Christmas. Of course, that was before
the days of right-thinking PC Britain, when anybody who points a camera at
children now, is a potential paedophile, and likely to find the police
knocking on his door after a report from some programmed robotic
right-thinker, or one of the Big Brother watchers on the surveillance
cameras. But in 1982, there were no digital cameras. Only photography
enthusiasts had film or cine cameras and paedophiles were not at the
forefront of everyone's mind. People were quite happy for me to take
photographs and do films. There was no need to get the written permission
of every single parent. The women were pleased to see the film I had made.
Perhaps it gave some of the mothers more of an insight into the playgroup
where they sent their children. Nativity plays are now frowned upon in
Britain. They might offend Hindus, Moslems or atheists. What a sick,
censored and narrow place the world has become in the 25 years which have
since elapsed.
But that night, I hadn’t noticed the time particularly or correlated it
with the time I knew that the Housewives Club finished. I was
concentrating on something else. I had bathed the kids and put them to bed
hours before, and I was working on a model railway engine, so on my wife’s
return I merely made a throw-away comment, purely as a joke. But those
words caused her to think I must already know, so she confessed that she
was indeed having an affair. She intended to marry the man who was the new
light of her life. He would make a much better father, she assured me.
Then a few days later, a friend who I knew only through model railways
told me about my wife's affair. I was puzzled how he could know as he did
not know her and knew no one in the water authority. Then, it transpired
he was a Spiritualist medium. He had been ‘told’ about her he said by
‘spirit’, as he termed it. Then he told me that I had found out two
night’s earlier. He was exactly right. This caused me to wonder about
Spiritualism. Was there something here that science could not explain at
all? What had caused me to make the throwaway comment that had caused my
unfaithful wife to confess? Did something know exactly what was going on,
and equally importantly, did it want me to know? How could the medium
possibly be so accurate about these hidden things in my life, when there
was no conventional way that he could have access to such information.
My birthday is in two days time. I suppose in a way my psychical research
career was triggered by a death. That death came just three days after my
father-in-law had his first heart attack on my birthday, 12th May, 1984.
He survived that first major heart attack. He survived long enough to tell
me on the following day of his near death experience. But he didn't
survive the second heart attack on, 15th May. That was the catalyst which
seemed to set everything in motion. My wife had been close to her father,
and one of the strange things that she said about her new lover was that
talking to him was like talking to her father. Make of that what you will.
Soon I was to move from a field where I was largely respected to one in
which I have been always ignored, maligned and ridiculed. Some people in
the water industry thought I was too sharp. Some people considered me
arrogant, mistaking my certainty for arrogance. The chief scientist had
even once told me that I would never get on, because I made it too obvious
that I didn't suffer fools gladly. But, generally, what I said was
recognised to be true. I was known to be scientifically very reliable, if
politically unsound. One member of management called me a communist,
another one called me a fascist. I suppose the average of these two views
was a fairly close approximation to the truth. I was honest and in the
middle, but I was outspoken and I could not be bought.
3. My Psychical Research
So, since 1984 I have been involved in psychical research. In one way it
has been my salvation, and in another way, my destruction. It has given me
a real purpose in my life. I no longer feel as I did the height of my
success in the water industry that there was something missing in my life.
But the results of my psychical research mean that my work will never be
accepted by the people who matter in society. They have too much to lose.
Although my psychical research has led to my gaining a deep understanding,
it has not led to my gaining even a modest income. It is quite the
reverse. Our research has cost us a small fortune. My wife and I have
financed everything by our own unaided efforts. So, I have not been
successful at least in the way that it is measured by most people, for
instance both my relatives and Jenny's relatives. For them, success means
having lots of money, a large fancy house, boat, bach and expensive
foreign holidays. The only reason I regret our lack of money, is that it
makes it very difficult to promote our work.
So, since 1984, it would be safe to say that I've never succeeded in
anything, at least in so far as conveying to the outside world, the
reality, which my experiments show to be there, beyond the reach of any
theories of space and time. It is not for want of evidence. It is for want
of a platform to put across the evidence. It is for want of a vehicle to
convey my results to world which prefers not to hear them, not to read
them, not to think about them. It's not what any powerful establishment
wants to hear, it's not what conventional science, wants to see or hear.
It is not what the priests want. They do not want a real God, who is not
under their control. Even worse, my results suggest that although I have
accumulated powerful evidence for an external intelligence an external
intelligence, which I believe is best termed God, it is a God who is not
under their control, who does not give them power through the mass to
forgive sins. And worst of all God is not their precious Jesus. And of
course, the most vocal opponents are the skeptics who are convinced that
there is nothing at all. Chance is the only goddess in their pantheon. And
some of her devotees have even obtained substantial grants to further
their university research on the subject of luck. In addition it should be
remembered that the skeptics, are now the main power group in the Society
for Psychical Research in England.
You may wonder how from my scientific research I can make definitive
statements about religion. I can do this because of the information that
has come through psychic means, which has then been authenticated time and
time and time again through meaningful coincidence. God gives us minds to
use. He gives us eyes to see and ears to hear. Unfortunately, a large
proportion of mankind has given up using their minds, at least for the
purposes of thinking. They use their minds, only to process the
information that comes into them from the manifold sources of
entertainment, the television programmes, DVDs, computer games, iPod's or
anything else that the mass market can conjure up, with a view to large
profits. In any case, what need have they of thought? The TV news and the
newspapers, which purport to be the news are so often propaganda, even in
the so-called ‘free and uncensored’ west. The situation is particularly
bad in America. Freedom of thought there is very much frowned on, and
freedom of expression in the mainstream media is almost non-existent,
unless it suits the party in power. The war in Iraq is only unpopular,
because they are losing. Americans are dying in significant numbers. There
is no question of morality about the Iraq war. That was only ever a
question in Europe.
This is why a source of truth, independent of the powers of this world is
valuable indeed. I have seen the reliability of this source of information
in connection with many world events over the past 21 years.
I became convinced of the reality of communication from external sources
to spiritualist mediums during the last two months of 1984 and the first
six months of 1985. I became convinced through a series of experiences. I
moved to London in June 1985, for the job with my sister and
brother-in-law, but that employment finished at the beginning of
September. I was summarily dismissed, and they began court proceedings
against me in the High Court in London. That was when I began to see, at
first hand, the reality of man’s system of justice. Those proceedings, and
the subsequent proceedings in the divorce courts with my ex-wife, over the
custody care and control of my children showed me what a sham the British
legal system really is. But it was all part of my education, no doubt.
Until you have cause to cross swords with police, solicitors and judges,
you fondly imagine that as long as you're honest, and you do what's right,
the law is in your favour. How wrong can you be! Perhaps I had to see how
inadequate are the legal processes of man, because a strong element which
in time, emerged in my psychical research has been the theme of justice.
That theme first emerged over the Lockerbie air disaster in 1988 at the
start of the prophecy codes, but it is a theme which has since been
repeated, again and again and again, in the Alpha and Omega codes. The
ultimate source of intelligence appears to be very strongly concerned with
justice and judgment. I have been left in no doubt that, whatever
injustices we may suffer or be responsible for in this world, all that
lies ahead, when we leave it is The Last Judgement for each and every one
of us.
3.1 Life After Death.
But my spiritualist research continued, and early in 1986, I was led to
meet my second wife through a highly precise train of events. And then
through Jenny came powerful proof of the survival of death. For the first
time in her life, she found herself acting as a trance medium. Through her
came the life stories of two women from antiquity, Mary Magdalen. Ankhsoun
pa Aten. That happened in April and June 1986. Both of these women were
associated with very controversial men, Christ and Akhenaten respectively.
Once again, it was the Victorian and Edwardians who were correct, not the
modern Egyptologists, who have all the answers that modern technology can
provide. Some of the earliest workers in this field, believed that
Akhenaten was a forerunner of Christ. They were indeed correct. The modern
view is rather that he was an obsessed, deformed religious crank.
3.2 Prophetic Meaningful Coincidence
The first disaster in which we were aware of the role of strange
meaningful coincidences, was that of the Zeebrugge ferry disaster, in
March 1987. But it was some 18 months later that there came a quantum leap
in the level of our coincidence experiences, with the Lockerbie air
disaster. Here was clear evidence of a prophetic knowledge of the future
and of the precise orchestration of events in this world in order to
convey information at the exact point in time. A train of events led to my
being presented with a code. But we were able to break the code only after
the disaster. A car chassis number had within it encoded, the full
co-ordinates of the Lockerbie air disaster, both in space and time. That
code predicted which plane would crash, where, when, why, 19 days before
the event, barely 40 miles away from where we lived. The codes and
coincidences have continued for the 19 years since. In recent weeks, I
have been working on a web page, tracing the recurrence of code 557, which
is derived from the Lockerbie latitude coordinate 55° 7”N, in our
experiences over the is past 20 years. The 20 plus examples provides
powerful evidence both of coherent design and a destiny.
3.3 The Cross Correlation
The next quantum leap in our studies came in November 1989, when psychic
communication was powerfully crossed correlated with meaningful
coincidence in real-time, in our world of space and time. The psychic
message came on a Sunday night from the spirit of King Edward VIII, who
became the Duke of Windsor in 1936, when he abdicated the British throne
in order to marry an American divorcee, Wallis Simpson. Again, that
communication was triggered by a train of events, something I read in the
newspaper, the date it happened to be, and also my old connections to
Oxford. That psychic message was authenticated on the Monday by a series
of things that happened to me in a town, just to the south of London. [4]
The skeptics may claim that the communication through Jenny in trance, was
not the spirit of King Edward VIII, but merely words fabricated by her
mind. Or perhaps it was another secondary personality disorder, to add to
all the others. That explanation fails pitifully, when it is required to
account for what happened to me the next morning. How could her secondary
personality disorder cause worse to come into my mind, 15 miles away. The
skeptics will have to fall back then on their beloved goddess of chance,
or does my wife have a mind sufficiently powerful to be able to put
thoughts into my mind, and create books in a bookshop 15 miles away and
then have the owner turn them in the right orientation on the bookshelf
ready for me to see them the next day. That really would be a brilliant
example of ESP. But they don't believe in ESP anyway. But, how could she
create a book about whose existence she was completely unaware. Ah, I
forgot they will be able to fall back on Jung’s wonderful theory of the
universal consciousness. At least it allows the psychologists a partial
escape from the concept of God. So no doubt her subconscious was busy
communing with the universal consciousness, and between them, fabricating
the right book in the right bookshop in the right town. So three different
theories are needed, to make sense of just one experience. Such an
explanation, causes at least as many problems with the laws of physics, as
does mine. In contrast, I need only one theory. It is very much a case of
Occam's razor. That combination explanation, using theories acceptable to
psychologists, is even more far-fetched than the possibility of God and
the reality of the survival of death by the spirit. That sequence of
events during November 1989, is certainly one of the best examples of
powerful circumstantial evidence coming directly to authenticate a psychic
message. However, our next major experience of the spirit of the Duke of
Windsor, during 1997 comes a close second .
3.4 More Cross-Correlations
The Duke of Windsor linked on this occasion into my mind, and asked me to
send another letter. In 1989, via Jenny, he had asked me to write Prince
Charles, Prince of Wales. Before becoming King Edward VIII, he had himself
been Edward, Prince of Wales. Now, the second letter was to be a warning
to Mohammed Fayed warning of the consequences for him if he proceeded with
the sale of the Duke of Windsor's possessions. In the late 1970s, Fayed
had acquired the Duke's former mansion from the city of Paris, acquired
the contents from the charity to which they had been bequeathed and
restored the house to exactly the condition in which the Windsors had it.
In essence, he turned into a private museum. Then suddenly in 1997, Fayed
announced that he had decided to sell off the entire contents, the
belongings of the Duke and the Duchess, auctioning them to the highest
bidders, so that the rich of America could pick like vultures at the
treasures of an English king. By strange coincidence, the auction was set
for another 911, also in New York. It was to be on 9-11-97 at Sotheby's.
The letter which I was asked to send, warned Fayed that if he proceeded
with the sale, he signed a death warrant for his son.
I sent the letter on 15th August, 1997. I explained the background to our
research in a covering letter and included the letter from the spirit of
the Duke of Windsor, the man whose belongings he was about rape and
pillage. I warned him that he had to cancel the sale by 1st September. The
last working day that Fayed could cancel the sale was 29th August. Within
36 hours of failure to cancel, his son was dead, together with the
Princess of Wales. Diana's last visit, on her last day in this world was
to the very house, which had once been the home of the Duke of Windsor. It
was Diana's plan, to live in the house, which had once been the court for
another woman, who might have been Queen of England. She was setting the
stage for the next act in the Opera. But unbeknown to her, others had
already written a different ending. Was it really just all coincidence,
bad luck?
As usual, the coincidence codes confirmed that I should send a letter to
Fayed. The words that had come from the spirit of the Duke of Windsor were
“Heed or perish”. I had no sooner written down those words, and walked
outside and I was confronted with the code numbers 5577, on an electrical
power meter. Since 1994, cold 5577 had the precise meaning of ‘Heed or
perish’. Fayed failed to heed and his son perished. The spirit of the Duke
of Windsor, also warned that if he failed to cancel the sale, Fayed would
never know peace as long as he lived. And so it has proved to be. Fayed
has spent the last decade trying to prove that his son was murdered. There
is quite an element of truth in that. But his son was merely collateral
damage. The target was the Princess of Wales. The coincidence codes had
already given me two weeks before she died, that her assassination was
imminent. Late on the night of 16th August, 1997, a Web of Destiny gave me
1st September. In the early hours of 17th August, the codes indicated, who
would be responsible, and the voice left me in no doubt that she was about
to be killed.
But the error in the date was mine, because I used the wrong time zone.
Had I used GMT, the Web of Destiny would have given me 31st August , 1997
the precise date of their deaths. Some people may ask, if I was so sure
that she was about to be killed, why did I not by inform the authorities?
What possible point would there have been in that? They were the ones
planning her murder. In any case who would believe me? The only likely
outcome would be that I too would have an ‘accident’. The most dangerous
situation would have been if anybody had taken me seriously. So, we waited
for the sale. The next week, came the sumptuously illustrated sale
catalogue. I felt nothing but sadness, seeing Britain's Heritage, sold off
to the highest bidder by a greedy Egyptian. Perhaps part of the sadness, I
felt that of the spirit of the Duke of Windsor. But I also felt his anger.
On the sum the afternoon 31st of August 1997, I was working in the garden
trying to get the pump to work for the Crystal Fountain, as I call to work
my little garden waterfall. I became aware spirit of the Duke of Windsor.
He said only a few words. “Soon, everything will be crystal clear.” It was
a little while later the Jenny came dashing down the garden, quite
breathless. “Diana and Dodi are dead,” she blurted out “killed in a Paris
car crash!” Jenny was upset but I lifted my eyes to heaven and gave thanks
to God. The codes had been proved true. But then they should be for they
come from God.
3.5 More Life after Death
Three weeks after her funeral, Jenny again had a trance experience. This
time it was the spirit of Princess Diana. You may ask, as do the skeptics.
“Why, is it so often royalty? Why is it always important people? The
answer to that lies in their importance in world events, and the purpose
behind the psychic communication. What is the point of having a dustman
contact us to tell us how difficult and dirty a job he had emptying
dustbins? I suppose a postman could tell us quite a bit, or perhaps Ernie
might return from the West and tell us what the milkmen really get up to.
It's not as though it is contact from a ‘loved one’, which is the only
reason a Spiritualist ever gives for communication from their so-called
‘spirits of the dead’. Spiritualist theology has it that the purpose of
psychic communication is to give proof of survival and comfort to the
bereaved, in the knowledge that their nearest and dearest are happy in the
hereafter. It is as doubtful a theology, as that of the Christian who
believes that his sins are washed away in the blood of Jesus. His
salvation is thus guaranteed. The morality of that position counts for
nothing to the steadfast Christian,
3.6 What Lies Behind It All?
As for the reason the Duke of Windsor and Princess Diana have been sent to
speak to us, I can only partly answer that question. They are elements in
a greater scheme of things. I am quite sure that was sent at the
appropriate time by some higher source of intelligence, which I consider
is best described as God. There appears to be a coherent external
connection, and this is why the meaningful coincidence appears to
corroborate the psychic information through orchestrated elements in our
world of space and time. There are so many experiences I could talk about,
but I do not have the time and this letter is already far too long. And I
doubt you would read them anyway. We have now almost finished seven books
covering various facets of our research. Three books are the stories of
women from the past, the third of these being the communications from
Princess Diana. Although that is really not so much her life story in
detail as her Experiences of living with the Windsors. Then over the
subsequent ten years since her death, book shows how events have caused so
much pain to her spirit. Somehow, she is aware of the behaviour of her
former husband and his mistress and most painful of all, the betrayal by
her sons. Another book traces our development of the coincidence codes
over nearly two decades. It provides evidence of continuous, powerful and
precise interaction across time and space, further authenticating, in
particular the first and most controversial of the psychic
autobiographies, that of Mary Magdalen.
These various stories appear to be interlinked by some external source of
intelligence. It is all intended to be part of the proof of the existence
of God, and his relationship to the world in which we live, as the end
inexorably draws nigh. It is intended to be the final warning for the
godless age in which we live. The only God for the vast majority of people
on this planet is the one that Hindus call Lakshmi, the goddess of wealth.
Our research results constitute powerful evidence for the reality of some
external intelligence which chooses to interact with man today. But this
God is concerned not with wealth, at least in any positive sense, but only
with justice, morality, right and wrong.
4. The Academic World and Parapsychology
It is no coincidence that psychologists are the most vocal in denying the
reality of anything beyond either their control or of their own
self-limited, personal experiences. They deny the possibility of any
reality beyond space and time. Psychologists are the supposed experts in
the study of the mind. They deny that there can be any absolute reality in
psychic experience. Such a denial is essential to protect themselves,
their professional standing and hence their incomes as well as their
precious dogmas of belief. For make no mistake, theirs is a belief system
as much as that of any priest. And they have just about as much evidence
for their beliefs. But they have the great advantage that psychology is so
much more acceptable in the Godless world of today. After all it gives the
punters what they want. Perhaps that is why the psychologists occasionally
ridicule, but largely ignore my work. But God has a sense of humour, with
regards to psychologists, as was shown by an incident in June 2005 just
before I went to England, when in a computer shop, in Auckland I
encountered a psychology professor who had been quite sarcastic about a
lecture given in 1995. God is anathema to them. It is all in the mind or
its malfunctions, or delusions. I have delusions about the voices that
link in to my mind, some being the spirits of the dead and one which I
have come to conclude must be the voice of God. We have so much evidence,
a little of which is to be found on our various websites
www.lux-aeterna.co.nz and
www.voiceofgod.co.uk.
I applied for a fellowship in Cambridge in 2005, just as I had done in
1991. In 2005 I discovered the Guardian advertisement for the Perrott -
Warrick Fellowship, by chance, on the Internet. It was an incredible web
of coincidence, linking to my old college in Oxford, and a visit to New
Zealand by the college fund raiser, the Director of Alumni relations. What
a loathesome American term, but the British seem totally in thrall to
Uncle Sam now. I wrote various articles in support of my application and
sent a copy of an early booklet summarising some of my coincidence
research. Even that summary should make any thinking person wonder whether
chance is really an adequate model for the reality of human affairs. Is it
not the reality of God's inspiration and coherent guidance a better
explanation. I have worked on that hypothesis for 20 years, and the
evidence has only become stronger, as if in response to my progress. That
suggests to me that at least I am on the right lines. I cannot replicate
my work in their precious parapsychology labs, but then I wouldn't want to
either. God doesn't dance on the desires four whims of either
psychologists or priests.
Over three weeks between my discovery of the advertisement for the post
and the closing date, very many things happened. I wrote it all up, and it
became another book, part three of the Enigmas of Easter, A Question of
Survival. I didn't bother to send in the latest material because the
coincidence signs had already shown me that the application was a waste of
time, just as when I applied in 1991. It would be awarded to a sceptic, in
complete breach of the terms of the bequest of the founders, Frank Perrott
and Warwick, two fellows of Trinity College Cambridge. They left the
money, to fund real open-minded scientific research, precisely such as
that which I have conducted at great personal and financial cost for the
past 23 years. These men left the money so that real scientists could
carry out real psychical research. It was not intended to fund blinkered
pseudo-scientists, determined to maintain the status quo at any cost to
truth.
Parapsychology, is at best an offshoot of a pseudoscience. I came across
an interesting reference only the other day whilst I was trying to find
out some information about the Freiburg Institute of Paranormality. It was
on Wikipedia. 55% of natural scientists concede there may be something in
ESP, 66% of social scientists, 77% of arts and humanities people, but only
35% of psychologists. So what is the point of having psychical research,
dressed up as parapsychology stuck amongst the worst non-believers, the
ones with the most closed minds in the academic world, absolutely
determined that there should be nothing beyond their own narrow dogmas and
doctrines. It is too much of a correct to the position make claim In the
academic world. They are worse than any priest. At least, the priest has a
semblance of a need to benefit the world from his existence.
I can see little that psychology has done in the world to benefit mankind.
It has enabled men to manipulate other men mercilessly, either through
advertising, political campaigns, propaganda, the training of troops to be
little more than murderous robots, who can kill with no qualms, to the
torturing in prison camps that don't exist. As for helping people with
mental problems, the medically qualified psychologists, the psychiatrists
do little but stuff men and woman with drugs to take away real experiences
which they cannot explain, whilst to drowning them in jargon. Someone does
not experience of voice from beyond the spirit of someone from beyond the
grave. It is classified as a secondary personality this order. In other
words, the experiences are abnormal. The reality is that it is the
psychologist and the psychiatrist who are abnormal, devoid of intuition or
inspirstion with no awareness of anything beyond this world. So nor should
anyone else. It is the way they want it to be. It is the only way they
prop up their shallow, synthetic belief system.
Anyway I went to England in June 2005, partly in case I was asked to go
for an interview for the fellowship than. But really, I had little hope of
that. The main purpose of my going was to follow up the signs and
coincidences, which always guide me. They had told me to go. They told me
precisely when to go, and where to start. I arrived at precisely the time
I was meant to on the day I was meant, in the place I was meant to. And
even when I arrived in the several days later, the weather, precisely how
it was meant to be. I saw something that the very first night on the BBC 2
Newsnight television programme. That item set the tone for the visit which
turned out to be much more about Diana, Charles, Prince of Wales, and
Princes of Wales back through time of the very founding of the order. The
signs pointed to the future for the Prince of Wales. There were also to be
powerful links to hurricane Katrina, then still two months off in the
Atlantic. But I was only able to crack that code together afterwards. It
was like a jigsaw puzzle of which I had been given a few pieces. But the
pieces were not bits of sky or sea. They were brightly coloured pieces,
each of which that could only fit in one particular place. In one
particular of. And after Katrina came. I was able to see exactly where the
pieces fitted. It is as though something was saying, “I have the full
picture, I give you as much as you need to know. Take this as evidence
that I know, what is to come ”
Not long before I returned to New Zealand, my wife, Jenny, I received a
letter from England telling me that my application had been unsuccessful.
What a surprise! The reason given was that I did not have a PhD in
parapsychology. But then neither did the person who was appointed, it
turned out. However, they did not have decency to tell me who they had
appointed. It was all rather shady kept very much in the dark. I suppose
they make pretence of bringing light to the occult. It turned out that
Rupert Sheldrake was the one who got the job, a pal of Nicholas Humphries,
who had got the job in 1991. Humphries used that £50,000 pounds over two
years to write his book Soul-Searching, although he didn't search very
hard. In another book, an excerpt of which is available on the Internet,
he admits that his appointment was a ‘stich-up’. He had been been invited
to apply by someone on the appointments committee, because he was a known
sceptic and wouldn't embarrass the college. That's what passes for honesty
and integrity in Cambridge.
No, I had not spent three years playing around in a psychology laboratory,
working with people who know there is nothing, to try to find evidence
that there is something all nothing, depending on the attitude of the
supervisor . Provided I had jumped through the appropriate hoops, I could
then get a non-degree in a spoof science. No, I had spent 21 years as a
real scientist working in psychical research and effluent treatment in the
real world, in the process proving that there is something.
But I was dangerous, someone committed to truth, not committed to a
comfortable academic life, where the highest good, is publishing lots of
safe mainstream papers, papers which offend nobody, but in particular, do
not embarrass the college by being controversial. Conform, conform,
conform; that is the rule of the academic world. My results are highly
controversial, particularly in terms of politics and religion. Our books
will irritate most people, at some point or other, because they prick
illusions. They dig at long held comforts, both material and spiritual,
which are used to justify selfish lives. But most people will also find
much to agree with also.
5. Applications in the Real World
Our books could help many ordinary, real people if not comfortable
cloistered academics. Our books could help people who have real
experiences of the paranormal, voices that come into their minds, strange
coincidences that all, which they feel must have a meaning, an awareness
perhaps of something beyond science, something beyond space and time. But
what's the point of talking to scientists, unless you want to be
ridiculed. And worse before it saying anything to psychologists. One good
example is the man you spoke of in your recent radio programme in Germany.
This was a man who believed himself to be a reincarnation of the girl, who
drowned when the Titanic sank. I do not myself subscribe to the
reincarnation hypothesis. I consider that such experiences to be evidence
of the survival of the spirit of that girl, who somehow, for some reason
,links into the mind of this man, But I do not doubt the reality of his
experience. I merely put forward an alternative hypothesis to account for
his experience. I do not deny the reality of it. I do not suggest that
he's mad deluded or the arranged. I do not see it as a secondary
personality disorder, which is put forward as a suppose explanation for
such experiences. This is where I differ from the psychologists. They deny
that the experience has any external reality. I too have been told stories
by people which they said they had never told to anyone else for fear of
ridicule. This speaks volumes for the real freedoms of the modern world.
The reality is that the academic and medical worlds sensor such
experiences. Try talking about your psychic experiences to a GP. I've seen
Jenny struggle, even with a doctor who seen more open-minded than most.
She struggled to to convince him of the reality of the spirit of the
Egyptian princess, who links into her mind. Ankhsoun pa aten was the wife
of Tutankhamen. She was also the daughter of Akhenaten, one of the most
controversial men in history. In the end, this doctor stayed where he felt
safe. Jenny was merely suffering from a secondary personality disorder. He
then all about it in the books. The trouble was, he hadn't the faintest
idea about the he was going on second-hand experience from third rate men.
The psychiatrists know that everything can be cured by drugs or
counselling. It isn't a problem that is meant to be cured. It is an
experience that is meant to be acknowledged, to be accepted for what it is
however difficult that is for the psychologists with their precious
theories.
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[4] The details of this experience are described in our book,
Predestination, abc or A-Z, A Train Spotter's Guide to Intelligent Design
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