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Journey’s In the Dreamtime Review by Ben Fairhall

513B7T4FCYL._SL250_Journey’s In the Dreamtime

by Neil Hague

Publisher: Quester Publications

Author’s website: www.neilhague.com

 

 

An emphasis on the role of the artist and the techno-shamen of the present cinema era, in fashioning, manipulating and ultimately sustaining the present status quo is perhaps the principal achievement of this major new book. Hague writes not as a critic, whose linear ‘almost hierarchical’ approach to art history comes in for a well-deserved kicking; but primarily, as an artist and self-described visionary. Is he overstating his own case when he ascribes to the artist-shaman (inseparable categories in Hague’s eyes) the role of prime mover in the formation of spiritual traditions? Perhaps. The old question comes to mind however, equally as valid in the case of art as it is about drugs (or psychedelics.) Nor, did God invent drugs, or did drugs invent God… But, did God invent art- or did art invent God? In today’s terms, did God invent Hollywood…?

The entire cosmic conspiracy can be described as the manipulation of the Weak electromagnetic force which permeates all bodies in the Universe. ‘In truth this vibration is anything other than weak, it is the all powerful creative ‘Love energy’ that can be used to reshape and heal our world.’ Celebrity culture- like all of the manipulated belief systems and sociological structures which have preceded it- is just another ruse designed to funnel this enormously powerful Force along channels favourable to the elite. The celebrity-fixated mass hypnosis which pervades our global village is the latest saturnian (Satanic) plot to pour life-force into puppets, and deny ourselves the benefit of our innate spiritual resources.

This is an unusual twist on the predator consciousness and its machinations, which offers the reader much more than merely Children of the Matrix reloaded. As Neil is fond of pointing out, however, there is always more still left to know. Hague is also clued-up to the ever-inventive twists the myth-makers will apply to keep us safely ‘externalised.’ The New Age (which gets very little airing in this volume, presumably because many other researchers have identified the movement’s symbolic links with the older theocracies) is clearly not the only prison religion of choice in today’s market. The media, sporting spectacles, fashion- yes, even celebrity culture itself- are identified as ready-to-wear designer identities just as eager to ensnare the unconscious as the overtly ‘religious‘ programmes.

The polar axis of the book rests upon an ongoing discussion between Hague, his muses and his influences over the precise ‘nature’ of the extra-terrestrial, inter-dimensional presence. What will be frustrating for the pedant is that the question never achieves full resolution; and the debate is staged thematically, discursively, rather than being hit head-on. This discursive quality makes the book a pleasurable journey for students seeking inspiration, rather than readers seeking facts. The latter, indeed, will struggle to make much headway with the material they will find here: because, in dealing with art and symbols, the material must meet the reader half-way. This takes a particular kind of reader, and seeks to advance a particular kind of thinking. Both are species in decline, the proud achievement of an occult conspiracy whose existence Neil Hague is at pains to expose.

The subject of DNA weaves in and out like… like DNA itself. We learn that the high percentage of dark matter in the universe (approximately 90 percent) can be intuitively, and ‘scientifically’, equated with the similar quantity of what the ivory-tower persuaders have dubbed our ‘junk DNA.’ (And the un-tapped capacity of the human brain.) In probing the origins of the creatures, monsters and ‘aliens’ of pre-history and the future, Hague repeatedly returns to this source. This is a matter to be hinted at, and not to be revealed: for the key to such questions lies in the mystery. My particular faculty for mystery, however, was sorely stretched at times; until, with perfect correspondence, I came across the following quotation from one of Neil Hague’s own attested inspirations:

‘There are 240,000 miles of neural threads in the human brain, enough to stretch from earth to the moon. On every micro-meter of these threads there are 250’000 units of information. This data is recorded only as pictograms, as composite images and not as words.’

[Michael Tsarion, The Subversive Use of Sacred Symbolism in the Media] www.taroscopes.com/webstream/suvideos/suvideos.html

Tsarion goes on to remark that this symbolic data consists of the entire history of evolution, ‘our phylogenetic race memory…the Universal Intelligence.’ It suddenly becomes clear that many UFO ‘sightings’ and monster folklore is the result of accessing a little more than usual of the giant spectrum of our ‘junk DNA.’ Thus we see with perfect clarity that the Kingdom of Heaven is indeed- and always was- within us. Not merely mystically, but physically… Encoded within our very cells is the intelligence of all that has ever been.

And they call this junk?

This insight also resolves the mystery of the so-called collective unconscious, much beloved of transpersonal analysts: the source of the archetypes which haunt the mind, and which find expression in a myriad of different ways. These entities dwell in the junk DNA, and are not merely symbols so much as residual memories of the recurring themes of all that has been (and all that may come?) The collective unconscious is the junk DNA, and it is collective to the extent that we are all individual recordings of everything that has preceded us.

This also brilliantly solves the SETI problem, which Hague lambasts for assuming an overly ‘tecchie’ approach to the question of ‘alien’ life. (Even inverted commas fails to compensate for the sheer idiocy of the term.) Instead of looking ‘out there’- with gizmos – Hague wants us to start looking ‘in here’: to the realm of DNA, and even to the world of microbes. Microscopes have confirmed that many insects, smaller organisms and even plant cells assume an ‘alien’, mythical- or even human- appearance up close; with the evolution of everything encoded in our genes, is it not feasible that this is the source of the growing numbers of extra-terrestrial sightings recorded each year? Recordings of ancient or futuristic epochs, contained in our own bodies, accessible through visionary states (including via psychedelics) and then thought into ‘reality’ by the laws of the hologram? If ‘tecchie’ fans (of whom there are no shortage) wish to object that this effectively denigrates all extra-terrestrials to the apparently inferior level of ‘non-physical’, Hague points out that even ‘our so-called physical reality can be shown not to be solid- nothing is!’

I would certainly concur that any quest for extra-terrestrial life (as though a quest were needed) which rests exclusively on a desire for physical evidence is a dead-end. It reminds me of the words spoken by one Jason Andrews- himself no slouch in these matters- to Louis Theroux, and quoted by the same in his book The Call of the Weird.

‘If you need physical evidence, you’re not ready to see.’

 
Ben Fairhall
http://ben-fairhall.blogspot.com

 

Walking Between Worlds ~ Belonging to None Review by Ben Fairhall

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by Ann Andrews

ISBN: 978-0979175039

Publisher: Reality Press

www.reality-entertainment.com/realitypress/html/REPbooks.html

 

* This book was originally entitled, ‘Jason, My Indigo Child’ and was published by Wildflower Press.
Now published by Reality Press under the title of ‘Walking Between Worlds: Belonging To None’.
It has now been updated, expanded, and retitled.

In ‘Abduction’, the former Harvard psychiatrist John E. Mack describes his research thus:

‘What is unique to the investigation of the abduction phenomenon… is the necessity for human consciousness to expand in order to allow us the capacity to conceive beyond our present technological abilities and perceptions of reality…’

This process can be, and usually is, a very frightening one. One of the troubling paradoxes of the human condition is our strange resistance to having our horizons broadened. Those who are cursed to attempt it have an unfortunate habit of being crucified for their efforts, sometimes literally.

Fortunately no such extremities have yet been visited upon today’s subject, though his family might disagree. His public profile is still reasonably low, partly for these reasons. His initial experiences with representatives of the press (which I most assuredly am not) were negative to say the least. A boy of thirteen at the time, the general consensus amongst our muckraking friends was that Jason probably just needed to get a few more early nights and perhaps learn some manners.

Other experiences in this young man’s life, however, would certainly be regarded as extreme. No mere ‘abductee’, Jason- through an initially traumatic process of awakening- has since discovered that he is, to put it crudely, more than human. He is one of the line of ‘walk-ins’, a term popularized by the late Tuesday Lobsang Rampa, another pioneer who wasn’t always afforded the respect he deserved. What this all means is that Jason, by his own admission, is a star child, an ‘Indigo’: one of a number of keenly psychic young people with advanced healing and projection abilities.

As if this were not difficult enough, his mother has written a book about him. Ann Andrews has a remarkable journey of her own to relate, which echoes many of these themes; though the ‘star’ of her latest book is most assuredly her remarkable son. This, in fact, is a moot point, the sadness of which Ann wrestles with in the course of her writing. It would not be strictly accurate to describe Jason as (exclusively) Ann’s son, though from a terrestrial perspective this is the case. Ann is equally candid about the loss of a later (unborn) child- though, once again, ‘loss’ is hardly appropriate; these, the common dilemmas faced by the families of experiencers, are described with a decency and grace which probably only hints at the internal struggles she must have faced, but which is all the more affecting (and moving) for it. It is a book which every family in a similar position would do well to obtain, because it is for precisely these people that Ann has written it.

In Jason we are presented with a curious enigma. None of us enjoy realizing that we don’t know as much as we thought we did; it is particularly difficult to receive this news from a unsophisticated Kentish lad who- Ann informs us- is not above trying to better his mates at sinking pints of lager at speed and has a very ordinary fondness for Liverpool football club. This is the strange dichotomy of the ‘walk-in’, well known to John Mack, whose work sought to help such people integrate both their human and ‘alien’ identities. On the one hand Jason is an entirely ordinary- no offence intended- unspectacular young man. On another hand, spectacular barely covers it.

A crucial difference between Jason’s experiences and those of the case studies recorded by Mack and others, is that Jason appears to have undergone little or no hypnotic regression therapy. All of his knowledge has been arrived at consciously, with clear waking recall. This has enabled him to reach a level of spiritual maturation it is probably fair to say would ordinarily take lifetimes to achieve- as it doubtless has, even in his case. It also means, on the flip side, that he has been able to take little refuge in the hypnotic forgetting which allows most abductees to be cushioned from the terror of their experiences. Whatever he and his family have gone through, it has happened with stunning, undeniable frankness.

Many of the incidents recorded in the book strike the rational mind as quite impossible to accept. And yet, as one who has listened to Jason’s public addresses in the last twelve months, such is his quiet but obvious self-belief, in the end one has little choice but to accept his testimony at face value, however humbling this may prove to be. And yet, there potential for enormous growth in such a process; which in our own limited way, is equally as important and monumental an expansion as that which the likes of Ann and Jason have undergone. For, as John Mack also writes:

‘The abduction phenomenon by its demonstration that control is impossible, even absurd, and its capacity to reveal our wider identity in the universe invites us to discover the meaning of our ‘power’ in a deeper, spiritual sense.’

There is a strong line of argument which says that the reason the star people are amongst us now is to facilitate such an expansion in as many who would quietly listen to them. If that is the case, I am more than happy- in fact I am proud- to help this process by urging my readers to obtain and to feel the contents of this remarkable book.

Ben Fairhall

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Rosslyn ~ Between Two Worlds Review by Ben Fairhall

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by Brian Allan

 

Brian’s website: http://brianjallan-home.co.uk/

 

 

Ben Fairhall is a writer, a researcher and a theologian.

 

It is another of the strange coincidences surrounding the death of Dean Warwick at last month’s PROBE conference (see Fear and Loathing in St. Annes) that on the night it happened, France should be playing Scotland at football. (The Scots won.) France and Scotland: the two countries perhaps most intimately connected with the Templar mythos, and its Merovingian cousin. Another cosmic hint perhaps? The following day Brian Allan gave a well-received presentation of the latest developments in his ongoing researches into the anomolies and mysteries of Rosslyn, the Scottish chapel that plays such an important part in the those mythologies. What he has discovered, whilst not entirely novel, will be of great interest to those growing numbers of people connecting with this ancient place of worship; and the sense of its importance in the years running up to 2012.

The main thrust of his research- that the cubed ornamentation of Rosslyn’s Lady Chapel contain ‘some sort of mysterious musical code’- is not new. One notable proponent of the idea, who Brian Allan is quick to credit, is the late Steven Prior; who purported to have been the head of parapsychology for Britain’s MI5. In developing this idea, Allan has made a thorough study of the wave patterns carved into the cubes, and has likened them- sensibly, in my opinion- to the acoustic waves first produced by Ernst Chladni in the eighteenth century. These were achieved using fine sand, metal plates and a strung bow drawn across the plate to create the desired frequency, which would be converted into visual form in the sand.

Such ideas are very timely: as the interest in the work of Dr Masuru Emoto with water crystals has shown (as featured in the movie What The Bleep Do We Know?) Crop circle researchers are developing similar theories to explain the glyphs that have been appearing in fields since the late 1980s. And in 1967, Hans Jenny published his book Cymatics: The Structure and Dynamics of Waves and Vibrations- featured in a recent issue of NEXUS magazine- which gave further evidence of this vital link between sound and physical matter. Using vibrating metal plates powered by crystal oscillators, he was able to demonstrate that the visual forms created by the sound of ancient Hebrew and Sanskrit vowels matched the written form of those letters; confirmation that these ancient languages are truly magical, with the ability to significantly affect the environment. Significantly, though not surprisingly for people researching the deterioration of humanity’s higher functions, this correspondence did not occur when he substituted modern English vowels.

Brian Allan observed a similarity between many of the patterns on the cubes and the wave formations discovered by Chladni. Through further research, and a series of coincidental meetings with helpful people, Allan was directed to the ‘Devil’s Chord’ as the most likely candidate for the musical interval encoded in this way. This is the augmented fourth, which was prohibited by the Church in the twelfth century (but which turned up in Jimi Hendrix’s Hey Joe and O Fortuna from Carmina Burana in more recent years.) Using a laptop and enlisting the assistance of an acoustic healer, Allan recreates the frequency in the Chapel. The effects are fairly dramatic: playing the two tones that comprise the augmented fourth produces another two separate notes, as though the effect was a design feature of the stonework. The same principal underlies the devices produced by the Munro Institute, for example, which apply two notes of slightly differing frequencies to the left and right ear. The brain responds to the stimulation by producing a third tone- the binaural- which, in terms of frequency, is the difference between the two. Interestingly, this technology has been widely used to trigger deep meditative states (in the Alpha and Delta frequency range) and out-of-body experiences; and Allan is quick to wonder whether the Chapel, under the right acoustic conditions, could have performed a similar function.

Of key importance to his investigation was the effect the tones would have on the dimensional doorway he and a team of psychics had already discovered. Here, of course, the sceptic- assuming he has made it this far- rapidly disembarks. It is a cold fact of life that, presented with photographs of any unidentified portal- whether those photos be taken in Rosslyn or the local Happy Eater- your average crystal ball gazer will probably declare it to be a stargate. In fairness to Mr Allan, however, the quality of mediumship displayed by his assistants is generally of a high order, particularly when Patrick McNamara is invited to offer a psychometric response to photographs taken in the Chapel. Without knowledge of either the place or its associated mythos, McNamara reels off a long series of symbolic (and specific) correspondences whose effect is rather creepy.

The dimensional doorway, whatever its exact purpose, appears to react to the pulsating frequencies- almost as if it is able to extract energy from them. What is rather conspicuous is that Allan’s rather cheerful disposition towards the (alleged) presence of this portal is not shared by the majority of his correspondents, whose e-mails upon the subject he reprints. In a brief history of some of the weirder aspects of Rosslyn’s history, he mentions the keen interest in it shown by Rudolf Hess. McNamara- in trance- reveals that the doorway can be opened to empower individuals with ‘the power of fury, allowing terrible spirits of great force who would add courage or great viciousness to an individual… this gives you power of arms that you would never have learnt before and making you become a fighting machine of great power and horror.’ According to Allan, the ‘key’ to opening the doorway may be the ‘Devil’s Chord’ or another series of intervals, or possibly a physical artefact secreted deep beneath the Crypt. (That this area is served by an intricate series of tunnels, connecting with other important buildings, is reasonably well-supported.) Whether the portal is meant to be opened, however- or whether it already has been- is ambiguous.

Combining several of the layers of the Rosslyn mythos into a satisfying whole, Allan concludes that the treasure lurking behind the Doorway, once activated by the requisite ‘key’, is none other than the Baphomet of the Templars. This mysterious head has arcane associations with the Apprentice Pillar- which sonic scans have revealed to contain an unknown object- the head of John the Baptist, and the Holy Grail itself. (In the proto-Grail romances of medieval Wales, the Mabinogion, the head of Bran the Blessed performs many of the functions later associated with the Grail.) In arriving at this satisfying conclusion, he draws upon the definition of Eliphas Levi (whose image of Baphomet has attained iconic status) who derived the name from reversing the Latin abbreviations ‘Temp Ohp Ab’ to reveal (translated) ‘The father of universal peace among men.’ Another source of the name may be from the Arabic ‘Abu-fihamat’, meaning ‘father of understanding.’ Both contain the idea of knowledge, or gnosis; and it is knowledge (the real Baphomet) which Allan believes to be concealed in the Rosslyn doorway.

In another neat piece of occult conflation, Allan equates this knowledge- the Baphomet- with H P Blavatsky’s notion of the Akashic records; and can extend further, to what scientists have termed our ‘junk DNA.’ As I revealed in an earlier post, the ‘junk DNA’ contains what transpersonal analysts call the ‘collective unconscious’ which- when activated to a higher degree- results in the visitations and witness reports associated with UFO and paranormal phenomena; and in the mystical states of consciousness associated with enlightenment and the (snake-like) kundalini. The secret of Rosslyn’s dimensional doorway, then, is spiritual knowledge which- when correctly applied- will result in the activation of all the dormant faculties of man, resulting in a brilliant influx of memory and capacity. All that is presently hidden within the subconscious- personal and collective- will truly rise again: to consciousness, from the darkness of the grave into the light of day. (The rituals of the Blue Degrees of Freemasonry are, in part, ritual enactments of this principle.) The Apprentice Pillar, then- though though generally believed to refer to the Sinclair ‘Prince’ who designed the Chapel- is the Tree of Life, the mechanism whereby this science can be accomplished; and the serpent DNA, whose activation awaits the correct recognition of the Divine Keys.

The idea of a cube containing the key to an interdimensional portal does, of course, bring to mind the British horror film Hellraiser. The cube, in this instance, is an antique puzzle box which- when the puzzle is correctly solved- acts as a gateway to and from an alternate dimension peopled by the Cenobites. This ‘Game Cube’ is known as the Lament Configuration, which would certainly hint at a connection with musical frequency- though this theme is not developed in the movie or its sequels (to the best of my knowledge.) Of great interest, however, is the fact that the Lament Configuration clearly depicts a Chladni figure on one of its sides; and bears a close resemblance to a typical Rosslyn cube. Just to throw in a little extra weirdness, both the original Hellraiser and Hellraiser III: Hell on Earth were released on September 11th (1987 and 1992 respectively.) And the fourth movie in the series is subtitled Bloodline.

The behaviour of the Cenobites in the Hellraiser series closely resembles that which is ascribed to the reptilians in the Emerald Tablets of Thoth, as translated by Maurice Doreal. They exist largely in a parallel dimension to our own, but under the correct circumstances they are able to shift into our reality in order to fuel up on the human blood that they appear to require for energy. Might this be an example of a writer, Clive Barker, through his heightened powers of imagination, activating a greater portion of the dormant ‘junk DNA’ and thus, in vision, accessing true occult knowledge from the Akashic records?

The reptilians, at any rate, do merit a brief mention by Brian Allan, in connection with the legendary line of Frankish kings known as the Merovingians. It will be recalled that the mother of their founder Merovee (or Meroveus) was believed to have been raped by the Quinotaur: a mythical sea-bull. Readers of my article, The Horsham Key will know that a similar creature can be found on Horsham’s Old Town Hall; though, in that instance, in a double-tailed form which recalls the melusine. To Melusine, in her non-fictional incarnation as Melisande, the mother of Fulk V, Count of Anjou and daughter of Baldwin II, is attributed uniting the Merovingian house with the line of Anjou; and thus to the Plantagenets who would produce several English monarchs. Both stories share an identical theme: of legendary sea-creatures giving rise to powerful bloodlines.

Such ideas have obvious similarities with the reptilian conspiracy thesis propagated by David Icke, Matthew Delooze and others; the major difference being that neither the Quinotaur or Melusine are described as extra-terrestrial. Allan suggests that the story (of Merovee’s legendary parentage) might point towards the existence of ‘an entirely new evolutionary stream of reptile/humans crossbreeds’; who, presumably- through the Merovingian line of descent- have a vital interest in Rosslyn. He fails to develop this theme much further, however; and thereby misses an extraordinary clue provided by the medium Patrick McNamara. Along with the other associations he produces via clairvoyance, is the name ‘Rose Egremont (or Egromont.’) Allan recognises that this may contain an important key to the mystery, and wonders about a possible connection to the famed ‘Rose Line’, the north-south meridian that connects Rosslyn with Glastonbury. A alternative explanation, however, may be found in the name of the mother of the princess raped by the Quinotaur: viz. Rosamund. It is from Rosamund- the grandmother of Meroveus- that De Rougement derives, the matriarch of the Hapsburgs: who, as stated, share a joint mythology that connects to the Merovingians. ‘Egremont’ and ‘De Rougement’ are sufficiently close to suggest that it is in this complicated web of family alliances that the solution to this clairvoyant enigma may reside.

We should also note that a yet earlier rendition of the Quinotaur/Melusine legend is the ancient Phoenician tale of Europa and the bull. Here again, a sea-bull ravages a maiden of high birth: Europa being the daughter of Canaan, the son of Poseidon. The Canaanite tribes included the Kenites, who descended from Cain: the son of Adam or- in certain rabbinical lore- Samael, following Eve’s act of union with the snake in the garden of Eden. Thus, in a convoluted manner, another association can be drawn between a serpentine, reptilian/amphibious beast and a bloodline of vital importance to the Grail mythos. (The Merovingian kings- and their descendants- are closely associated with the mythology of Cain.)

Might there be an implied kinship between the Cenobites and the Canaanite-Kenites, despite the dissimilarity in pronounciation, and the more obvious monastic association? Interestingly, in Hellbound: Hellraiser II (1988) the Cenobites worship a giant, rotating obelisk they call ‘Leviathan.’ This, Allan says, was one of the names given to the Baphomet figure used by Anton LaVey’s Church of Satan, and relates to one of the Lords of Hell. He fails to mention that Leviathan, like the Quinotaur and the fairy Melusine, is an aquatic beast; and that its usage by LaVey (and, by extension, Clive Barker in the Hellraiser films) may also relate to its potency as a well known symbol of the New World Order that the Church of Satan- in common with many ‘black’ occult groups- are working to inaugurate. This has been the case since the publication of the book of the same name by the influential political scientist Thomas Hobbes in 1651, in which he delineates his philosophy of absolute monarchism. The famous frontispiece is a symbolic illustration of this theme:

We should also note that the goddess (or princess) Europa is the source of the name of continental Europe; and that the image of Europa and the bull- which corresponds esoterically to the Quinotaur and his quarry- is widely used on EU documents, and Euro coinage. Once we understand that the same symbol can be applied to the Merovingians, and- through Melusine- to the Angevin line and the House of Lorraine (Hapsburgs)- the conspiracy thickens to monumental proportions. All of these groups have been associated with agitating for a fully centralised, federal Europe; which should give you some sort of indication what the medium-term agenda of the European Parliament is.

A final thought with regard to the cubes. In the Revelation of St. John we read prophecies related to the descent of the New Jerusalem: a symbol of spiritual regeneration. According to biblical exegetes, the shape of the perfected city seen in vision is a cube. (Others say a pyramid; one thinks of the ‘Perfected Ashlar’ of Freemasonry.) This would have had tremendous significance for William Sinclair, the architect of Rosslyn, because the Chapel indubitably is a scale model of Solomon’s Temple- not an incomplete retroquire as conventional scholarship has it- and the ‘ruined’ Western wall is a reconstruction of the surviving remains of the Herodian temple complex in Jerusalem. The cube, moreover, is the specific geometry of the Temple’s Holy of Holies- a feature which has been incorporated into the design of St Paul’s Cathederal, for example; whose original design was clearly inspired by the octagonal Dome of the Mount. In sacred geometry, the New Jerusalem can be associated with Metatron’s Cube. (See the works of Joseph E. Mason.)

Sceptics will complain that a large part of Allan’s investigation is predicated on speculation and spiritualism; and that the original material- in the first part of the book- is slow in coming. It should also be noted that the ‘Devil’s Chord’, as Allan concedes, is not necessarily the interval or frequency contained in the carvings but merely a likely candidate. Nonetheless, for students of this fascinating enigma, Allan’s commendable work may provoke a few new lines of enquiry. I hope I may have done the same in this review.

For more information on Brian Allan’s books, and how to order them, please visit:

http://brianjallan-home.co.uk/books.html

For the full review, including pictures, please visit http://ben-fairhall.blogspot.com/2006/11/rosslyn-between-two-worlds.html
Ben Fairhall

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Slow down…and laugh

mmanddemons300x397This striking illustration from IN THESE SIGNS CONQUER, I have called Mary Magdalene and the Demons. It is an image that I have mirrored, of a 15th century painting of Mary Magdalen, by Francesco de’ Franceschi, that I came across when visiting Oxford’s Ashmolean Museum. Originally, the museum says, it was an altar-piece, possibly from a church in either Padua or Venice. The actual painting is the left side image.

 

 

 

Excerpt from pages 36 and 37

All sorts of fads, fashions and baubles are offered to us: music, films, books, clothes, diets, cosmetic surgery, and technology in exchange for the real wealth every human being came into this realm with. We are told that we must be hip, fashionable, thinner, perfectly formed and intellectually with it all of the time. People spend huge amounts of time, energy and money attempting to stay on the ride as it hurtles around faster and faster. It’s laughable really because the trick is to slow down and get off. Human bodies are physical manifestations of mental energy. Your inner self will always be mirrored on your outer self. Human bodies wear out through constant physical, conscious and emotional mental exertion so obviously surely the very best way to slow down the ageing process is to daydream, contemplate and meditate to give your physical apparatus a rest. At the same time this will allow your essential self to come to the fore. Your unconscious mind where your true wisdom rests will relish the challenge and inevitably your truth will emerge. For readers who would like to give it a go there is a meditation at the end of this book.

Our unconscious minds, as has been said already, naturally process information using symbols. The Darkness has employed this proclivity to enslave us since it first cast its cowl. We are constantly beset and belayed by its never-ending hordes of signs and symbols. This does not have to continue. We can re-educate out conscious minds to recognise the true meanings and motivations of its symbols; because we can do anything! By turning their signs around to face its own troops we can become our own masters and not its slaves. By their own signs we can conquer them.

Laughing is good for you… and them

51rZ721MBsL._SL250_Anyone with their eyes open can see that a ferocious hurricane bears down upon us. It is the same one that tore into our forbears during the middle ages. It was this Darkness that was met by the angels of light like Francis Bacon, Galileo and other courageous souls who battled monsters toe to toe leaving us a legacy we are only just about mature enough to recognise once again. No one is perfect, they weren’t, and we are not supposed to be. Who wants to live on a cloud playing a harp all bloody day long? Where’s the fun in that? We need fun; laughter is light. Jokes are the realisations and expositions of imperfections. If there weren’t any what a miserable ordeal life would be. You can keep your Nirvanas and all-day-long beatific smiling. Give me someone doing something daft any day. Even if that someone is me. Laugh at me laugh with me, who gives a toss? It’s good to laugh and it is a great leveller. Humour spots an overblown and precious ego from a mile away. It also turns the sharp spotlight on the commentators as well as their supporters. If you want to laugh at something then bloody-well laugh at it, and don’t feel guilty. If some conceited clot gets up spouting porkies or heads for the broom-cupboard rather than the door (like Dubya did) laugh at it (you know you want to). It isn’t impolite it’s hilarious and it exposed his true mental state – He was looking for the Darkness. There is a message in everything. If every time one of these balloons got a good laughing at rather than silence and deference they’d get over themselves; and we’d get over them. It is the right thing to do; it serves them right – get it? You can realise a lot from freeing your sense of humour; fly don’t cower and crawl. We are students and teachers at the same time. Shine your light – even if it is into a broom-cupboard.

It is not my desire to live or to reign longer than my life and my reign shall be for your good.
~ Queen Elisabeth to her Parliament 1601

Thank goodness for that! But what ever did she mean by:

‘to live or to reign longer than my life’

 

Well, here’s an original photo I took of the paintingmmanddemonsash200x267
at the Ashmolean.
You might be surprised that it has garnered such very
little attention; but there you go. I’m used to it.

Ellis Taylor 2006

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In These Signs Conquer

51rZ721MBsL._SL250_Revealing the secret signs an Age
has obscured

By Ellis Taylor
Cover illustration by visionary artist Neil Hague,
from a sketch by Ellis Taylor.

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In These Signs Conquer Review by Jim Cairns

51rZ721MBsL._SL250_Jim Cairns is an Irish author and researcher.

Jim sent me his thoughts regarding ‘Signs’ in an email:

 

To Ellis,
Many thanks for the book …I read it over the holidays.

Some chapters were easier to grasp than others. I am new to concepts of numerology and astrology and I cannot pretend to understand either! However, there is a lot of interesting information, which is new to me! Obviously a lot of thought went into this book and it must have been draining on you. My book on the other hand entailed mostly recalled events, which I put in print and later some research into occult and cults!

Ellis, can I be honest with you? I have little knowledge of New Age ethos and I admit certain ideas were confusing and I had associated certain things with the darker cult beliefs and practices! However, I accept there are many spectrums in the kaleidoscope of spirituality. This is a learning curve for me and I hope you can understand my view-point on these matters!

The points which confused me were these:

1) The concept of a female deity! You see my research led me to the likes of the Temple of Isis in Clonegal Castle where Im sure bad stuff had and possibly is still going on! One doctor told me that Isis is OTO! Also Hitler referred to the “Goddess” in his speeches in the occult SS night time rallies at Nuremburg!

2) You mention the pentagram as a positive symbol, whereas I had always associated it with darkness and evil!

3) You show affinity to Francis Bacon and John Dee when must writers refer to them in much darker hues!

4) You say that man is not evil , only the demons who inhabit him! PS: Ive met many evil medn and women, who have chosen freely the evil side!

5) You say we are close to a bright new age when darkness will be defeated! All of the signs are that we are on the verge of a total assault by the dark side!

These are the points I have issue with! I hope you can see my point of view! These aside; your book is valuable to those who have little knowledge of New Age ideas and ethos and will let people see that everything is not black or white in the world of spirituality and free thinkers! There are many good points in your book, not least the love that shines through in your words and in your face, which shines like the stars in the eyes of that little boy who thought he was as stardust! Your love of children is obvious and “UUUGE”! The wonders of a child at that age cannot bemeasured!

You say you believe the Creator is in the feminine! Who am I to judge what any man believes in his own mind? As long as he does not espouse harm on others and children, it’s his free will to choose or believe what he believes!

I read what you said about Arizona Wilder and David Icke! Good points!

Many thanks for your book, which will stay on my bookshelf for future reference!

Keep well,
Jim

Jim is the indomitable editor of one of the web’s original freedom sites, “The Missing Persons Issue Ireland”, and the author of an extraordinary book “Disappeared off the face of the earth”

 

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In These Signs Conquer Review by Ben Fairhall

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Ellis Taylor: Renaissance Man

51rZ721MBsL._SL250_The quest for ‘intelligent conspiracy’ can be a long and, at times, frustrating one. It is usually the Builders to whom are attributed such mighty gifts; which is one reason why (in typically perverse fashion) I often find myself reluctantly roaring them on. The Milton effect. Your typical theorist, on the other hand, with his hastily knocked off atonal screeds, more often embodies the opposite extreme. There is a conspicuous deficit of stylists in conspiracyville, or so it seems to me; and until the shortfall is rectified the tin-foil stereotype will continue to be deserved.

Fortunately, in Ellis Taylor, we have a writer for whom words have retained their wonder. Words have always been more than a medium for a message; in the right hands- as Ellis well knows- they cast a powerful spell. His spelling may be suspect, but his powers as a magician are greatly in evidence in his latest book, In These Signs Conquer. There are very few writers who would dare (or wish) to use a word like ‘flibbertigibbet’ or coin neologisms as evocative as gloomered. But language, and the multitude of ways it is wielded to control us, is a major and recurring theme. In renewing our acquaintance with the apparently familiar, discovering new dimensions with which to communicate our unique experiences, we are handed an extremely efficacious tool of resistance. This is why a significant part of the book is given over to deconstructing word-forms into component syllables (sybils) and arriving at (occasionally questionable) etymologies. We are being invited to reclaim our divine language; and with it, our divine power.

Sadly, these lofty aspirations do not preclude infrequent bouts of punning upon which Richard Whiteley- were he alive- would be hard pressed to improve. Whether this is a compliment or not I will leave the reader to judge. ‘Moloch King Tyre’- with its McCartney inspired cadence – may be esoterically appropriate; but ‘Mousetique’ (for Mustique) is criminal.

Words, of course, are not the only signs we have been conquered by. Numbers, too, have been divorced from their magical culture and have instead become agents in the exclusive service of l’argent. Hence the book’s many numerological riffs; one in particular of exceptional quality, an analysis of the occult and numerological significance of 9/11 or 911. The political chicanery behind this ritualistic event has been systematically exposed since that terrible day; and adopted as a liturgy by an entire community of ‘9/11 Truthers.’ But a growing body of researchers are now attempting to penetrate into what is surely the most vital aspect of all: its symbolic resonance, and this part of the book will be greatly drawn upon (and possibly plagiarised) in years to come. (For examples of this trend, see Phil Gardiner’s website and the essay 9/11 and the Occult, contributed by Asif Husain; and the excellent ‘synchro-mysticism’ of Jake Kotze.) What will possibly irritate some is that Ellis apportions no blame for this bloody event to any human agency, whether American or Afghan. It is, instead, merely another manifestation- a particularly visceral and catalytic one- of an ongoing agenda of domination by a force he terms the Darkness Invisible.

This notion has certain surface parallels with the inter-dimensional conspiracy theories popularised by David Icke (and latterly, Matthew Delooze.) Unlike those writers, however, he does not insist that this force assume a single, given form. Although the famed reptiles make a brief appearance, it is clear that the Darkness can, and does, ‘manifest to minds in any shape it desires depending on what reaction it seeks to evoke.’ Moreover, rather worryingly perhaps, its principal vehicle is via human possession; and this needn’t be the exclusive preserve of the despised ‘Illuminati’ either. Indeed, according to Taylor, we have all, at some time or another, been its witting or unwitting servants. Whilst the degree rituals of Freemasonry may put people within the Darkness’s corrosive grasp, equally at risk are those debunkers and demonisers for whom anything Masonic is the great Satan.

If this sounds a little hard-going, which in parts it is, behind the punning exterior and the conversational tone there is a complete occult philosophy being communicated: which revolves around the great, endless battle of Light and Dark. Whilst the Darkness, in astrological terms, is represented as Saturn and the host of Moloch and Jehovah-related deities who have been similarly conflated, the opposing principle- the Goddess- is prefigured as Venus. The struggle between these energies has been recorded in myth, legend, story and art: several such examples are summarily decoded. This reaches its apogee with a brilliant analysis of Leonardo’s The Last Supper which, if true, manages in a few pages to supersede the fruits of five hundred years of scholarship. Owing a certain amount to Lewis Da Costa’s The Secret Diaries of an Alchemist, the new revelations will be greeted with disappointment by Dan Brown devotees. The painting’s anamolies are subjected not to a literalist revisionism, which depends upon genealogical survival for their validity, but are interpreted spritually: as astro-theological signs and wonders. According to this analysis, the painting contains an accurate scientific record of the heavens and human origins, and a portent of the great destiny of mankind at the end of the age of Pisces.

Such erudition leaves Taylor in danger of attracting the attention of the academy; an outcome which no self-respecting conspiraloon would envy. The same goes for his discovery of a hidden gnostic thread in the fifteenth century painting of Mary Magdalene by Francesco di Franchesci. A twinned, mirrored version of this image forms the book’s front cover (see the image above)- which reveals an artfully concealed demon and other grotesques. Sadly, the detail of the image has failed to fully translate to the printed form; perhaps the author will rectify this by linking to a large-scale reproduction from his excellent website? It is a stunning find which has already piqued the interest of the Ashmolean Museum where the original is presently exhibited. It adds to the sum of our knowledge of late Medieval art and provides support to the idea, so popular in ‘pseudo-historical’ circles, of artists concealing heresies. To the ranks of Poussin, Teniers, Leonardo and Costeau we can add another name.

It is the Venus material, however, which I suspect will be of greatest interest to his readers. It incorporates descriptions of many of the most famous sacred sites in Britain, and in particular those within easy reach of his home county of Oxfordshire. Hence, in one particularly breezy section, we are transported to the magnificent White Horse of Uffington, a Venus archetype of especial beauty, then onwards to Glastonbury Tor and Silbury. It is here that we find Ellis at his most comfortable, amongst the ‘Marian fields’ of his Blessed Isles and the pixie barrows of his Pictish (and ‘pikey’) forebears.

Michael Tsarion has described the book as ‘an easy reading manual for the True Age’ and my advice is to treat it as such. There is much to be gained from visiting as many of the locations that Ellis describes, in particular the city of Oxford which forms the spiritual backdrop to it all. This outbreak of regionalism, however- whilst understandable- might prove less attractive for non-domestic readers, who may be unfamilar with many of the cited places. If possible, however, I would urge readers to take the trouble to engage with the material in as active a fashion as possible. So much more does the spirit of the Goddess reside in these places than in even the most inspired prose, and there is where we may begin to attune ourselves to Her song.

Ben Fairhall
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In These Signs Conquer Review by Ben Emlyn-Jones

Ben Emlyn-Jones with a couple of his novels
Ben Emlyn-Jones, with a couple of his novels

Ben Emlyn-Jones is a writer, broadcaster, and researcher.

Some people who read this might accuse me of flattery. The author is a personal acquaintance of mine and we are habitually more polite and favourable to our friends than we are to strangers, when we tend to express honest and distilled negative opinions. This is not the case with me now. Ellis wouldn’t object if his book didn’t work for me because I know that he’s a man who admires people who think and form views independently. So when I say that this book actually did work for me I’m being truthful.

51rZ721MBsL._SL250_This book is very original and fills a long-neglected niche in New-Age/conspiracy genre: a “DIY user’s manual” for anyone waking up from the Conformist Regime’s trance and questioning the conventional, repetitive notions that we are instilled with from birth. Its written in a conversational style, very spontaneous and informal. You can tell that the author has put down words straight from his own intuition, without the tedious and belittling watering down of conventional “revision”, which invariably results in a plastic piece with a fearful need for peer-acceptance. If it’s in Ellis’ heart then it’s on the paper! Ellis also loves humour and never misses an opportunity to make a joke, particularly out of “God-botherers” (zealous Christian evangelists). This light-hearted approach not only makes the book more approachable and its contents less intimidating (and some of the information could be very intimidating to the conformist mind), but it pokes fun at the reverence all authors are supposed to have for the literary establishment; the Guardian and Times book columnists etc.

This book gives the reader a view on the world from a different angle than the one you usually get. History, geography, architecture, numbers, words, time, space. All these absolutes that we are told are universal and unchangeable. All things have an underlying meaning; EG: the word “airliner” can be split into “air liner”. The two words, defined separately, give a far better understanding of what “airliner” means. A non-English speaker who encounters the word might even guess at its meaning simply by translating the words “air” and “liner”. However words also have much deeper alternative meanings. Meanings encoded, either deliberately or subconsciously by those who first coined them. These meanings can be found by making anagrams, reversing the word or warping it in some other way. EG: The word “believe” is not in this form by accident; it contains other encoded words that give us a clue to its hidden meanings. It can mean “Bel-lie-eve” Bel being the sun, eve the moon (Goddess), in other words lying about the Goddess! And this makes it no wonder that so many religions urge us to “believe”!

What applies to words applies to numbers. The author introduces us to the art of numerology, which can be very revealing. (For a full set of instructions in numerology, see Ellis’ other book “Living in the Matrix”) Numerology at first seems hard to grasp, and I’ve said this to Ellis’ face, but given time one can see that it makes good sense. The universe is a mathematical construct, as even conventional physics understands.

Some might scoff at the idea that there are hidden codes in simple things like words and numbers, but it’s not so daft if you think about what the universe is. The “Matrix” actually exists, not literally as in the movie: a set of glass bathtubs with people inside, but symbolically. It’s no wonder that there are mathematical and spiritual codes in the fabric of its body. You may think that not all the author’s interpretations are correct, but what matters is that he is giving you a different view to the one you usually get and this is the springboard to finding your own, different interpretations in your own experiences.

I heartily recommend this book to anyone who’s interested in new objectives in life and perspectives on the world we live in. The author, like Mr Keating in “Dead Poets Society”, is encouraging us to stand up on our desks and check out the classroom from a few feet higher up.

Nice work, Ellis.

Ben Emlyn-Jones
http://hpanwo.blogspot.com

 

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Dogged Days Review by Brian Allan

Brian at the Scottish Paranormal Festival 2014
Brian at the Scottish Paranormal Festival 2014

Brian Allan is a prolific author of exceptionally researched books on the paranormal and new science and a passionate and uncompromising investigator and commentator on all things mysterious. A formidable and true Elder Statesman of paranormal research.

He is the editor of the fabulous free online magazine, Phenomena: www.phenomenamagazine.co.uk

 

 

51ATeq-0vzL._SL250_From the outset I wish to emphasise that I was not solicited to write this review, but after reading what is contained in the pages of ‘Dogged Days’, the latest offering from the pen of Ellis Taylor, I felt it was the least I could do. It is not often that I have reviewed a book which simultaneously provided considerable food for thought and at the same time created no small amount of unease. This work is not only a biography, the account of Ellis’s eventful life lived alternately on opposite sides of the world, (Australia, where he was born, and the United Kingdom), but it is also the spiritual quest of a man some might regard as a shaman. Throughout his life Ellis has, normally inadvertently, encountered and grappled with many beings and entities that of necessity must fall into one of two distinct categories. Either they are entirely imaginary and owe their existence to an overactive imagination, or they inhabit what Ellis frequently describes as ‘The Otherworld’.
It is my considered opinion that they fall into the latter of the two categories mentioned above and it is here that I must declare an interest, for I too have had similar (although not identical) encounters and in addition I have had the pleasure of meeting many of the (human) characters who populate the pages of Ellis’s book. After reading this observation the reader should not therefore assume that what follows is nothing but a valueless exercise in sycophancy, for it is not, far from it. When I contacted Ellis and offered to write this review, he made it clear that above all else he wanted honesty and that is precisely what he gets, warts and all. I should make it clear that although Ellis and I both, in the main, read from the same page, we also differ slightly on many points and this is entirely as it should be. However, these differences of opinion are nothing major, but are instead the result of using slightly different contexts and frames of reference, Ellis tends to the spiritual and I to the technological, and since spirituality is but another form of technology the end results are nigh on identical.

The Style

First the style; Ellis writes with a light, sure and witty touch and his obvious passion for his subject, the paranormal in all its forms, shines through in how he presents his account. The result is a splendid ‘tour de force’ describing a life spent exploring a demon haunted universe viewed through the eyes of a visionary, and the end result is by turns matter-of-fact and absolutely terrifying but invariably absorbing. In fact it is the very intensity and non-human ‘presence’ of some of his night time encounters that make other aspects of this work seem almost pedestrian by comparison. It is no lie to say that this reviewer wonders how Ellis succeeded in retaining his sanity following some of the experiences he describes in the book. Helpfully, where applicable his sources are mentioned (and most welcome too) and are worth some ‘surfing’ in their own right for the additional details and links.

The Encounters

Taken on a personal level, what is described here by Ellis might, due to its highly personal and invasive nature, create concern for the safety and well being of the experiencer, but that aside the impressions and visions he recounts could sit entirely comfortably on either side of the ET divide, but are they ET or are they not? This single question reopens the vigorous and highly polarised debate separating the individuals who regard ETs as a unique phenomenon and the other camp who regard them as part of a much wider phenomenon involving a multidimensional reality. Fortunately, Ellis, who, I suspect, tends to the second view, provides vivid accounts, accompanied by photographs, of the marks frequently left on his body by his night ‘visitors’. They take various forms including intricate line ‘pictures’ and what appear to be finger marks clearly imprinted on his skin, they appear to have been printed using heat. Rather worryingly, some of the marks described in the book have the slightly queasy appearance of radiation burns. These could, I suppose, be dismissed as somehow self-inflicted, but for the fact that they were seen by his partner when they occurred. In addition his skin was not damaged or creased in any way and ‘creasing’ is something that frequently occurs when bed sheets leave marks on the skin. Ellis explains how his partner was obviously (and understandably) extremely upset by these events and benefited greatly from counselling. His partner also supplies her own accounts of some of the events she witnessed and these are included in the book. Interestingly, as an investigator and researcher of paranormal phenomena I had previously seen photographic images of ‘line picture’ marks like those in the book taken by others who have experienced events similar to those described by Ellis. While this is obviously not watertight corroboration or proof of anything supernatural, it does give food for thought.

The very nature of these nocturnal visits is perhaps the most alarming aspect of the book; the mere fact that ‘they’, whatever ‘they’ are, can simply appear at will whenever and wherever they want. The fact that Ellis heard a voice whisper, ‘Peace, no harm’, during these encounters is neither here nor there; ‘they’ have no right to effectively break in to someone’s home during the hours of darkness and take them (or anyone else for that matter) without explicit consent. The possible implications of these actions nor the circumstances surrounding them are not discussed in the book, but should provide the reader with much cause for speculation and concern. The book is profusely illustrated with B&W pictures showing the places and people Ellis encountered on his travels plus other aspects of what is detailed in the text. In addition to his one-on-one experiences Ellis also treats us to accounts of his visits with some of his friends and the astonishing events that occurred when he visited the homes of the Andrews family and John and Katie Pickering are almost worth the price of the book alone. The work also includes a word of warning and one that I will wholeheartedly endorse, leave Ouija boards well alone unless in the company of an experienced medium or psychic. Most of the time the messages are harmless, but occasionally the entities that communicate through them are malicious liars and the dabbler is well advised to treat them with great respect.

And Finally

How to categorise this book? No doubt it will end up among the many UFO and New Age related titles that grace the shelves of many bookstores, but in my humble opinion it does not belong there. Instead, I believe it should be on the shelves devoted to the occult and magical, because although at first sight a work impinging on Ufology, abduction and missing time, all of which are facets of the UFO legacy, in reality this is book of magic and mysticism. As I said at the start of the review, this is the story of a modern day shaman and if the truth be told shamans are magicians in all but name. If there is only one possible criticism of this excellent work it is this; the title does not do it credit, not by a long shot, the one thing missing below the main title, ‘Dogged Days’, is a small subtitle saying, ‘A Book of Wonders’, for this surely is what it is and I heartily commend it to any student of the paranormal and the occult. Here is truth and more power to your elbow Ellis.

Brian Allan, Central Scotland, March 2009
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Brian Allan is a UFO/Paranormal researcher, lecturer and writer. He is the Scottish Director of Strange Phenomena Investigations (SPI UK) (Scotland) and co-director of P.E.G (Paranormal Encounter Group).

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Dogged Days Review by Ben Emlyn-Jones

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Ben Emlyn-Jones and Ann Andrews

Ben Emlyn-Jones is a writer, broadcaster and researcher.

 

From the moment I first encountered the work of Ellis Taylor I knew that the world was not the place I previously thought it was. For many years now he has been compassionately and courageously sharing his remarkable life story in his books and articles and Dogged Days is the most recent instalment in that epic tale. Ellis is an Australian-born paranormal researcher, author, lecturer, hypnotherapist and numerologist. He lives in Perth, Australia and Oxford and you can usually see him at conferences and study events all over the world. This is how I first met him: he’s a Probe Buddy. You can read my report on his latest Probe lecture here: http://hpanwo.blogspot.com/2008/10/uk-probe-conference-october-08.html

51ATeq-0vzL._SL250_Ellis describes himself as an “otherworld traveller” and throughout his life he has spent time experiencing a world that is normally hidden from view behind the screen that demarcates the universe that we know as “Reality”. Modern Conformist Western Logical Materialism constantly tells us (sometimes with a twinge of desperation!) that “Reality” is all that exists and there is nothing beyond it, but this is not true. I too have had first-hand experience of phenomena beyond the veil, but not as extreme as Ellis’. Ellis says on the blurb of the book: “We’re informed that humans who come forward to recount their contact with other worlds and beings are merely chasing glory or making… money. Well let me tell you that there is little or no money in the field and there is certainly no glory.” And I’d go as far as to say that it’s worse than merely “no glory”. Anyone who speaks out about encounters like Ellis’ is made a laughing-stock and few people are willing to brave that. Ellis should therefore be congratulated for this reason alone. I wonder how many other people have had similar experiences to Ellis but dare not talk about them.

I live in Oxford too and, although I’d never originally met Ellis in my hometown, his work has made me look at the city in a different light and encouraged me to do my own research and make my own discoveries; see here: http://hpanwo.blogspot.com/2007/08/illuminati-architecture-in-oxford.html . The history of this ancient and fascinating city, like all history, exists on two levels: the official and the folk. It is in the folk history that the true revelations can be found and a surprising amount of it has been discovered through otherworld journeys like Ellis’. Hauntings, ghosts, intuitive revelation, secret chambers and passageways and underhand plots.

Ellis has been having these experiences his whole life. As a small baby he remembers seeing “the men” in his bedroom, “men” who are not human and in fact not any creature of our world. He’s discovered marks on his body that cannot be explained and severe pain that has no obvious cause. He’s suffered from missing time on many occasions in his life. In the book he explains how this happened when he was driving near the town of North Walsham in Norfolk. He decided to break his journey to make a phone call, pulled up in a layby and saw a lorry parked in front of him. On the side of the vehicle was the word “REPCO”, and that came back to him later when he saw a TV documentary on the Moors Murderers which featured a vehicle with the same word on it. After a while he continued his journey, went down a road and came to a no-entry sign that he’d not seen before. He slammed on his brakes and almost collided with the cars behind him. Eventually when he arrived at his destination he had a few hours missing time! Clearly something strange happened to him in that lay-by and it wouldn’t be the first time. To this day he can’t recall what it was; although this might be possible one day with hypnosis. Oddly enough the place where Ellis’ experience took place was very near the base of the old Sandringham Company of the Norfolk Regiment, an entire army unit that mysteriously vanished while fighting at Gallipoli in 1915. The fact that he was reminded of this “REPCO” van on such a TV programme has a special poignancy for Ellis. Part of the awareness of being an otherworld traveller concerns the true motive for some of the most terrible crimes humans ever commit: the kidnap, abuse and murder of children. They are often far more than random killings by deranged perverts. Some are highly organized and done for evil occult reasons. Dogged Days, like Ellis last book In These Signs Conquer, is at times disturbing reading, but as Ellis says: “Despite all the brickbats that come with Contact you realize that you have been privileged to catch an awesome glimpse at creation.”

One of things I like most about Ellis’ stories is that because so many occur in Oxford I can easily visit the places where they took place. Ellis cut his adult teeth in the same place I did: The Minchery Farm Country Club. It was near here where he saw a spectral figure in white. There’s a Roman road that runs through that area and it’s a hotbed of paranormal activity. I’m familiar with this district and live just round the corner from it, but the area has changed. The old Minchery Farm club has been bulldozed down and a massive sports and leisure complex has been built over the top of it centred on Oxford United’s new horseshoe-shaped stadium. Ellis points out how the fortunes of the team have declined since they moved to their new home. The former Division One (Premiership) leaders and Milk Cup winners are now skipping in and out of the bottom of the league. (In Ellis’ previous books and articles he goes into detail about the symbolism and numerology of structures like the Kassam Stadium)

Dogged Days had an effect on me that no other book has in that it triggered a forgotten, and possibly suppressed, memory of something very significant that happened to me at Green College, Oxford when I was 10 years old. Ellis says that there is a portal to the underworld beneath the college’s famous observatory tower. If you’ve got similar lacunae in your memory then the book might help you too. This could be pleasant or unpleasant, but either way it can only be enlightening.

Ellis recounts many things that have happened to him since his last book was published. He’s taken trips to the UFO conference in Nevada (See the Probe lecture report), been on TV in Ireland with Paola Harris and took a trip to a Cornish hotel where the staff appeared otherworldly and he and his companion were met by a strange art dealer. He gives his own impressions of the death of Dean Warwick at the Autumn 2006 Probe Conference, a very controversial incident that has split the Conference circuit down the middle. (Here’s what I wrote about it myself: http://hpanwo.blogspot.com/2007/08/dean-warwick.html ) The world Ellis has investigated is far from safe and sheltered. He has uncovered horrors on an abyssal level, but also great joys. One of the most moving incidents reported in the book was where he is contacted by the spirit of his recently-deceased 9-year-old niece.

Dogged Days is a book written on a human level in a simple style. It tells the story of a man like any other, someone you can identify with and sympathise with, but one who walks a tightrope suspended between this universe and others unseen that burst our lives out of the illusion that we’ve been told is the One Sole Reality. What he has experienced is real. Other people around him have witnessed some of the strangeness that he is involved in, including myself. His experiences made me laugh, they made me cry, and above all they made me wonder! Hopefully they will make you wonder too.

Ben Emlyn-Jones
http://hpanwo.blogspot.com

 

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