The history of paranormal claims relating to police investigations and missing person reports is one addled with controversy and, at times, confusion. While many believe that to rely on the purported abilities of a psychic intuitive could be potentially misleading, let alone the very height of pseudoscience, some have claimed to have had an uncanny track record with helping solve crimes through seemingly otherworldly means.
In his book The Lonely Sense: Autobiography of a Psychic Detective, British psychic and author Robert Cracknell outlined his assistance with a number of English police investigations over the years, many of which had not seen disclosure of his involvement publicly. At times, some police agencies in the UK and elsewhere have managed to be more open about these sorts of “unconventional” methods of investigation. However, a new memorandum may have outlined things such as the use of ESP in solving crimes as somewhat standard practice; so long as the information gleaned in such circumstances is treated with care by official investigators.
An article from my former website, Otherworld Journeys:
Well, after all this time, I’ve got round to giving the Darkness Invisible Its own page:
The Darkness Invisible – and I use the capital letters intentionally, because capital letters represent designated authority and ego – is a ‘trickster’ force. It’s here to come up against us (the italics of Darkness indicate that It is pushing us), to test our fortitude, our determination, our empathy, our affinity, our mettle, our courage, our integrity, our appreciation, our ability to love; constantly testing our limits, our borders enticing us to erect, move and break them down.
Fear in all its disguises and spectra – of, for instance, physical, emotional, and spiritual survival; servitude, division, containment, suppression, guilt, greed, stature, appearance; and accumulated and marshalled within the instinctual sector of our minds (not intuition – that is fearless and another facility all together).
I first published this story on my website and then in the book I wrote on my experiences, Dogged Days. Reading it still brings a quivering heart and tears to my eyes, talking about it too. It’s excruciatingly sad but it is also rather wonderful.
An Angel in our Midst
In 1997 I was living in Perth, Western Australia, most of my family were too, but one of my brothers, his wife and 3 beautiful daughters – the youngest are twins – were living in England.
It was December, winter time in England, and kids were sniffing and sneezing with the latest version of the season’s ailments. Tyffany, just 9-years-old, and the eldest, complained of a sore throat, and feeling under the weather – a bit achy. She was taken to see the local doctor who gave her some antibiotics and urged a snug rest at home for a few days. As was expected she got a bit worse during the day. Her mum, dad and little sisters made sure that she was well looked after with whatever she needed, and made her as comfortable as possible. Later in the evening Tyffany went off to bed aiming to feel better in the morning. She loved going to school and playing with her many friends – she had missed them and wondered how they were getting on with the busy Christmas events and other things they were involved in.
Nobel Prize-winning author Doris Lessing was spied on by security services for more than 20 years over suspicions of her communist sympathies, newly declassified records show.
Lessing’s movements were documented during her younger years by MI5 both in her homeland in Africa and in England.
It was her anti-racism stance as well and her Communist Party membership that worried MI5.
Lessing, who died in 2013 aged 94, won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 2007. Doris Lessing trailed by MI5 for 20 years
These articles were first published on my website in 2003. They focus, in the beginning, on the puzzling disappearance of a 14-year-old lad called Daniel Nolan. Daniel vanished around midnight on New Year Day 2002 from the Hampshire harbour town of Hamble-le-Rice.
“The River and surrounding waters have been searched thoroughly but there is no evidence to show he fell in. He is a competent swimmer and has a wide knowledge of the River – he would not intentionally put himself in danger. He may have been taken by someone in a vehicle or on a boat.
This is the last picture we have of Dan, taken with the digital camera he received for Christmas.”
The first part is a précis of the first article I wrote on Daniel’s disappearance. I had been asked to look into it. Following on is the second article almost in its entirety. It looks at other crimes as well.
Some of the original links are now redundant and I have also added more information.
The truth about what happened to Daniel has never been revealed by the police publicly, yet.
Around the same time the remains of two other youngsters were discovered on the shores of the Solent yachting mecca, and territory (hunting ground?) of the accused child-abuser and killer, Ted Heath…Heath used Hamble.
Given that my life has always been a sequence of bizarre adventure supervised by Overseeing synchronicity, it was only a matter of our concept of time before a presenting and concluding picture would form. In the late seventies my first contact with organized Tibetan Buddhism was a stay at the Karma-Kagyu Samye-Ling Tibetan Centre and monastery in Dumfriesshire, Scotland; the first Tibetan centre in Britain and named after the first monastery in Tibet. Continue reading →
There have been occasions, a very few, when I have journeyed intentionally; not with drugs, I don’t do them. Most times it is something that occurs out-of-the-blue. I don’t know why that is but I do wonder if it is more likely that this experience that I am writing in, is just an otherworld for me. Maybe it is for everyone. Probably is.
Well, the 13 and 4 struck again, and the 29…and the djinn in the city’s name is a signature (10 djinn):
Two explosions rocked the northern Chinese city of Tianjin late Wednesday, local time, killing dozens of people, according to authorities. Continue reading →
Well, it’s what the blaster-offer-ers call ‘the Glorious Twelfth’, when they slaughter thousands of little birds for their amusement.
Tomorrow’s the 13th August, one of those four and August dates, and a 29 to boot. A mixture that can invoke and evoke emotionally profound loss, and separation; as well it is, this year, between and other-worldly.
It’s long way from where I am now and if I were ever to do it again I’d probably be better as ‘the before’ , rather than ‘the after’.
Back in about 1973 my sister, a very beautiful girl, decided she’s like to start modelling. It was during the summer, and she’s a year younger than me, so she’d have been about 18. We were living in Oxford but she’d heard of a well-known fashion photographer, called Ken Walker, who lived in Brighton; and she asked me to take her, which I did. Continue reading →