Lewis da Costa mentions him, not by name, in his book, The Thirteenth Stone; he told me that he was pretty certain who he is though…and shared his name with me…and I with a few others – one friend had an idea who it was themselves.
I think you might be able to guess yourselves now.
If this was a deadly virus there would be hardly anyone left standing by now. What happened to the beach-goers, the protesters, the big party-goers, the tight-together police ranks, etc. The mask-media would have surely hollered it if they had died. They haven’t. It’s a ruse and 666 Squeaky Gates and his oily wife are sliming all over it.
Begins with a short article from The Song of Ffraed with photographs taken of and from sites where the alignment between Lundy Island and Bardsey Island, noted by archaeoastronomer Robin Heath, crosses the sacred dragon flow, Y Ddraig Ffraed.
Jason & Jacquie Andrews Walk Away from Horrific Car Smash
Many readers of this website will know of Jason Andrews, a young man, now 22 who has started speaking with a clarity and wisdom far beyond his years. His mum, Ann, together with Jean Ritchie, wrote a best-selling book on their family’s struggle to come to terms with the bizarre events that began in earnest when Jason was born. I say bizarre, but they are not really, it is just that what happens to them is so far out-there compared to ordained reality that it is difficult, perhaps impossible at the moment, for most people to understand. I’ve known the family for about 8 or 9 years now and we are the greatest of friends.
An article from my former website (contains links to web archives).
My very special place is the environs of the White Horse and the hills around it at Uffington.
The most ancient of the known white horses of England gallops across the Berkshire Downs (now Oxfordshire – since the border changes). Its beautiful design is constructed from chalk- filled trenches. Estimated to be at least 3000 years old its makers are a mystery.
The title of this piece refers to a colourful expression we used growing up in Oxford; so common was it that I thought everyone in the country used it. Apparently they didn’t or don’t. I still do though and so does everyone I know in Oxford. It is used to describe someone’s swift and vigorous reaction to something said to them in the moment – i.e. the person going about their business, is interrupted by something they perceive as abusive or unjust, then stops what they are doing to confront the assailant/s. Get it? Right…
In the last Howlin’ I wrote a little on David Icke’s travails with travel to Oz on a yak tour.
On the face of it the best one could say about the government of that sun-burned land is that they, failing to check the facts, got burned themselves by intentionally deceptive misrepresentation by sorts with ulterior agendas and orders. What the idiotic speech-writers and purveyors of Dark causes don’t seem to get is that claims of Icke’s anti-semitism are fast becoming one of the best of cures for somnambulism. Those who can understand what words are saying only have to read David’s books to wake up to who is telling the truth here – and who benefits from skewing his messages.
A Siberian snow queen’s fierce blast had temporarily dislodged polar Europa’s beastly 12-starred leaden mantle knocking the sprouted tyrant from the headlines even as she ground her hooves into John Bull’s crescent horns. Above and onto the dismal plumb clouds Helios shone as it always does but now its golden light cast only upon the outside of the heavy cloak that blighted Blighty. (Perfect weather for psychopaths and their nasty deeds, as you’ll see). Storm Emma, ‘Universal’, All that is, was charging in to cross swords with the dark pretender, snow and ice lay everywhere, it was freezing and the A and B roads detour to the M5 (44) were perilous slaloms. Dotted here and there I passed cars and a van half-buried in the trees and bushes.
There are, and have been, many people over many years doing their best to make a difference by holding talks and other events.
There is little to compare with meeting up in person, to exchange ideas and make real new friends and contacts.
In so many cases, despite doing everything they can, and can afford to do, organisers end up struggling to continue. Despite ignorant and darkly contrived allegations that they are ‘in it for the money’ this is not at all true for the vast majority. In fact, so far, presenting events that challenge orthodox programming has been one of the quickest ways to go broke. Most people put on conferences for the benefit of attendees, not for themselves, but events in our genres run on a shoe-string and very often end up losing money through poor attendance.
This is an article written for my Dragon-nature-human healing blog, which is why there are references to it at the beginning.
There is a gathering realisation that this world is not as it should be.
Darkness is exposed in the light of compassion; which is why we are being saturated with the false light of ever-increasingly powerful, invasive, and addictive technology, to attenuate and redirect meaningful awakening, stalling humans from being roused in enough numbers, together, to actually do something seriously effective about this world’s, and this planet’s critical state.