O.K. A little more on where we are at in ‘God’s Dream’:

O.K. A little more on where we are at in ‘God’s Dream’:
One of the most visited articles on my former site, LOOKING INTO THE DARK PLACES, was this one.
The following is an article from my previous website: Looking Into the Dark Places, on the disappearance and death of weapons expert, Dr. David Kelly, investigating the occult aspects – of which there were legion. Whilst writing it, at the time, I happened to draw the attention of an unmarked helicopter and a police helicopter, both hovered low on different days, directly above my house. I’ve mentioned this occasionally in my talks and interviews.
Slightly updated with some new links, photos and video.
On Friday 13th April 2018, following a sacred current, entirely unplanned (by me anyway) I walked into the little village of Gethsemane, in Pembrokeshire. It was Good Friday. The previous day, Maunday Thursday, I’d traced spirals while crossing fields along the way, one of the farms relates to the robin, the bird that legend says guarded the body of Christ on the cross and was splashed with Christ’s blood while attempting to remove the thorns.
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.
Excerpt from ‘Calling for warriors’:
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.
A June 2006 article from my former website.
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.
This is about something deeper than surface.
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.