A Green Hill Far Away…Without a City Wall

I have more to add regarding Alan Wilson’s proposal that Jesus is buried in West Wales.

Besides Gilbert’s, Wilson’s and Blackett’s, The Holy Kingdom, I’ve also been dipping into Australian sleuth author, Tony Bushby’s heretical tome, The Bible Fraud. I’ve no idea if they are aware of one another’s work.

Who of them is more right than the other I have no idea but both parties have carried out decades of deep and committed research and come up with masses of detailed information which includes several major and minor agreements and contradictions. Their strongly referenced compilations are inevitably uncomfortable for settled posteriors in religious and academic rectangles.

I’ll just make it clear, I am not suggesting in the slightest that Bushby or Gilbert, Wilson and Blackett are the only scholars and researchers to consider in this much muddied, yet e’er potent tale, of the history of Jesus Christ and the Holy Family. What they are, are hard core, maverick investigators who both follow the evidence they uncover, and as much as it is possible for the human intellect to do, are open-minded to changes in direction when presented evidence encourages it.

I am not qualified or well-enough informed, to judge either’s propositions, but they are both endlessly fascinating, educational, and confirming to me.  Beside agreeing with detailed memories from my own experiences, there are several more elements in both works that, in my view, have that ring of truth or stand out as ‘almost there’; for instance, you may have read my articles, Into Unbeing…I Met a Man, and Called to Cares.

This is an ongoing peek into Britain’s role in a major phase of what for very many is, the greatest story ever told.

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Who Was Victor Hugo?

by Floria Thames

 

floriathames_300x383Floria Thames is a writer and artist… only occasionally, otherwise too busy with merciless day jobs.

 

Actually Floria is much more than this, but it’s how she modestly describes herself. Some of us like to call ourselves writers, and some of us are. I’m more of a scribbler myself, but Floria, she’s the real deal. She’s a class act, generous, compassionate, extremely intelligent, very well read, (a) sensitive, insightful and articulate (in several languages). She’s a very good artist as well…in fact, from what I’ve seen, Floria has swags of talents to share and brighten this world, and deserves every opportunity to do so.

I’ve known Floria for many years now. Throughout she has been my muse, my confidante and my inspiration, but we have never met personally. I am privileged to call her a very dear friend.

I am thrilled to bits that Floria Thames has agreed to write an article for this blog and hope with all my heart that this opens a door for her to show the world what she has to offer it. – Ellis

 

Victor Hugo by Étienne Carjat 1876Probably Jean Cocteau defined him best: “Victor Hugo was a madman who thought he was Victor Hugo“. We all know that famous list from the “Dossiers Secrets”, published by Lincoln, Baigent and Leigh, back in 1982. But, to avoid getting biased by the “da Vinci codes” industry, let’s go further back, to the 1959 Classiques Garnier edition of “Notre Dame de Paris” and, there, in the preface, we’re told that Victor Hugo had spent four days with Charles Nodier in Reims, in 1825. And that these four days of tête-à-tête proved to be of great importance in the prehistory of the novel (Raymond Escholier said this, cited by J-B Barrere). Charles Nodier was (allegedly, of course) the Grand Master of the Priory of Sion until 1844, when Victor Marie Hugo will take over the helm, followed in 1885 (after his death) by Claude Debussy, only for the list to (“officially”) close with Jean Cocteau in 1963. Continue reading

Dreaming of Brad Pitt

bradpittThis article was originally published on my website, Otherworld Journeys, on 29th September 2013

 

Samantha Carr is the author of “A Knights Journey: A Journey of self-discovery and awakening.

To say that these are tough times is something of an understatement. Obviously in the past there have been other recessions but this global meltdown has left millions in a downward spiral of despair. Many people, including myself, have lost jobs, homes and all hope as a result. This is all on a background of worldwide turmoil in the shape of the war(s) on terror in Iraq and Afghanistan, a recent war in Libya, an uprising in Egypt and a potential war in Syria. Not withstanding the second level 7 nuclear event in my lifetime in the shape of Fukushima which had a catastrophic meltdown of 3 reactors in March 2011.

In amongst all of this confusion I have continued to have dreams which at times guide me to greater awareness and at times leave me unsettled. One such dream was on 8.7.13 when I dreamt that an aeroplane crashed into an air traffic control tower. The symbolic element of the dream is that of a tower which has many interpretations i.e. Tower of Babel and the association with Mary Magdalene and the word Magdala which means tower. There is also the connotation with the twin towers disaster on 11/9/01. This crash has not happened yet and unfortunately I was not given a location during the dream but this was a ‘trigger’ event for further things to happen.
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Demonstratio

Mary in her Magdalen aspect with demonic presences.

Mary in her Magdalen aspect with demonic presences.

 

Demons are ‘crack-entities’ that haunt the spaces in-between, where the rivers of energy flow on their way to pooling into form.  They are fishermen, skilled in the arts of subterfuge, tracking, stalking, baiting hooks, and imitation. They spin the whirlpools to suck in the incessant effluence of the insatiably avaricious and collect the self-obsessed and imperious. They are carnal engineers specialising in channelling for their own purposes the evaporating spirits (energy) of such people as well as the vulnerably traumatised and the unaware and insecure among the perishing. They are also unconstrained by time, as we believe it to be.

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