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Life of Mars Part One – Inspired by Harry Potter

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Life of Mars Part One – Inspired by Harry Potter

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I recently presented at a Sydney exo-politics forum to an audience of mixed ability levels. Sadly, the ugly voice of base atheist-materialism determined to objectivise everything associated with the paranormal inspired an all too familiar cretins’ chorus. As my narrative line failed to affirm these eminently cultured critics’ belief systems, content was judged “unprofessional” to fortify ignorance. The sheer arrogance of creators of mythical propaganda never ceases to amaze me. Elite championed approved versions of pseudo-sciences such as ufology; paranormal studies and spirituality bluster on in the vain hope that someday the mainstream will adopt these devious brands. My goodness, the fools worship permanently unidentified flying objects. If that isn’t insane, I wonder what is. Let me say this, in conclusion. I absolutely believe in democratic fair play and put everything up before the Exopolitician blog’s own committee. The decision found us unanimously against prejudice in support of traditionalism. We have decided to detach from those lofty, fake standards cutely dressed as “professionalism” and have nothing more to do with that Sydney exo-politics organisation.

Harry-Potter-and-the-Deathly-Hallows-–-Part-1-2010JK Rowling’s heroic character, Harry Potter, has been my inspiration to move on. Against all odds, his resilience and belief in pure truths won the day. If that means I have to be a non-violent crusader for faith, then so be it. To conclude my ill-fated presentation, I read a small section of my extended short story, “Life on Mars (Part One) – inspired by Harry Potter”, which was created in the memory of a very different (but perhaps slightly similar) namesake; an impish school chum of mine. The reading followed some very deep, poignant but absolutely non-conformist information on the cosmos, time, Annunaki and formation of two suns after the destruction of Tiamat. Five hours’ worth of content had to be compressed into a strict ninety minutes so, of the thirty scripted power point slides, only eight were covered. A number of audience members (clearly separate from those chorus of cretins) wanted more and one lady (eager to listen on) suggested I prepare to launch a YouTube video illuminating content for the other slides. In light of the irreparable fallout with event organisers, I shall create a complete presentation via video channel. But that is an exciting project for the future.

DigitalMysticalMikeAstropatiaNot everyone was interviewed after the event, but I sensed that my Life on Mars snippet was appreciated by most; if not all. The writing style is so vivid; one audience member asked me if it was based on real life experiences. I had to respond, being honest, that if it was based on real life, it was not a life I recollected. Nevertheless there have been a number of strange connections happening (unbeknown to me at the time of writing) after the fact. Please enjoy this topical extract:

Chipping Norton village had been the centre of attention two weeks before. A boisterous arts and crafts fair had passed through. It was a colourful troop that included mystics, spiritualists and even genuine gypsies. Apparently some had international reputations. One of the locals learned that our village had been cursed for its role in the inquisition, but no one really took any notice. This had come from a strange foreign woman who carried a crystal ball in a small, battered, leather suitcase. Other than that, the lead up to “the event” had shown no irregularities, no suggestions; no insight as to what was to happen. Indeed things had been more normal than normal.

I looked at my watch. Save the mysterious light, it was almost dark. I could barely make out the hour. Nine o’clock! “Well, time for a cup of tea,” I thought.

Then, an almighty crack!

What was that? It sounded like a large tree had just been felled. The ground vibrated. Not being the inquisitive type, I carried on to the small kitchenette where there was a kettle, small stove and all the essentials for tea making. Poking up on one of the shelves was even half a packet of chocolate digestive biscuits. I picked up a small plate, the biscuits and placed them on the side table. The kettle had already started to hiss. That was quick. I had only just switched it on.

Outside a fog began to appear, slowly but distinctly. It was the rolling sort that shimmered in the mysterious luminance.

To the left of the kitchenette was mounted an electric wall clock. The second hand usually went “clack, clack, clack” stridently. It was so loud, in quiet moments it could be heard in the workshop.

Silence

Nothing; no hissing, no clacking, just silence. It was as though time had stood still. It’s funny, but it took a few moments for the serenity to sink in. I am sitting there, trying to read a pamphlet in the half light. So absorbed, I almost missed it; the moment time stood still. When it came to me, when I realised, it was too late. “The event” was already happening; so fast, I can barely recount.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a cleft or, at least, I thought that is what it was. The wall to my right side seemed to just open up. First a chink of that mysterious light seeped out, slowly oozing towards me like sticky treacle. The fissure widened to a shaft and then there was just light; blinding, throbbing light.

 

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Our narrator cleared his throat again. “Can someone throw some more wood on the fire? It’s dying low.” He then rummaged in his backpack and produced a tired wooden pipe and a pouch of smoking tobacco. Clearing his throat, once more, for good measure, he proceeded to fill up the bowl, meticulously evening out any odd strand of tobacco. “You like smoking that pipe, sir?” said one of his group obscured by an orange tinted blackish fog made from the combination of the fire and the pressing outer elements.

A vague nod and silence

“Um, now where was I?”

To our left a large bat skipped by. Out of nowhere, silhouetted against the darkness it shocked the be-jeepers out of us. “What was that?” screamed one of our brethren.

“Don’t worry Alan”

The narrator pensively scanned the lack of horizon hoping to make something out of nothing, then lowered his head and began reading again.

 

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A blinding, throbbing light blacked out all sense of perspective; all sense of time. It was as though I was suspended at heaven’s gate. Then there was something; a little movement. Was it an arm? It moved too quickly and faded back into the light. At that point I seemed to lose consciousness.

I don’t know how long I was unconscious for, but it seemed like the next instant I was no longer there. This was an entirely different place. The pulsating light had gone. How did I arrive here?

spaceship_laboratory_by_darkcloud_dc-d3g7t90It took several moments to regain my composure. Only then did I realise I could not move. Paralysed is the wrong word. It was as though I was made of stone. Had I met a fate similar to Hans Solo? If this was carbonite, at least my eyes still worked, but they were fixed. As much as I tried I could not move them side to side.

Ahead of me looked something like a laboratory, but nothing quite resembling anything I had seen before. The floors and walls that I could view were white, as were various cabinets and shelves. There was also some strange intricate mirror work that looked eerily alien. Numerous scattered lights of different colours gave the place an almost festive feel and one long shelf appeared to have been entirely devoted to preserved animals. None looked familiar. Each was mounted on a sturdy wooden base encased in glass. Strange inscriptions of an unknown language using unknown symbols were etched into stylish silver plaques suggesting these were display pieces.

Right at the end of the room were maybe doorways or booths. Just before them was a weird looking spherical vat. It was a translucent green and inside something or some things wriggled. To the very right of visual range a white post or pillar stood about head high. On it perched a radiant sphere of pure gold; quite beautiful, mesmerising even. Surprisingly, there were no noticeable windows or lighting systems, other than the liberally placed fairy lights mentioned prior.

I began to inspect the animals on display more carefully, as many were quite fascinating, when the floor seemed to open up before me. It literally formed a portal. Out popped a head first; then a body and some spindly limbs followed. I tried to gasp but I couldn’t. The face of this thing; creature was almost blank. A tiny slit represented the mouth; minute breathing holes could be just made out where the nose should have been. Its eyes were very large and occupied most of the facial real estate. They were strangely multi-coloured, “rainbow” orbs, although this was perhaps a reflective effect, like cat’s eyes. The head itself was oversized compared to mine and an inverted pear shaped. Its skin, of an off white, or perhaps, grey shade, had a synthetic quality. The image was so unreal, I was not sure if this wasn’t some alien costume. A child or dwarf in fancy dress?

The body was nothing to look at. Small framed, it wore a stylish infant’s jump suit. One piece coloured light beige and noticeably etched into the right breast was a smart space age royal blue and crimson insignia. The left hand clasped a silver pen. It stood stoically. All of a sudden a high pitched chirping, not dissimilar to the sound a field cricket emits, surrounded me. It was as if the creature was talking to me even though the mouth did not move. Rhythms became more frantic and, then, as abruptly as they started, they stopped. Its mesmerising rainbow eyes were also communicating something. I seemed to understand exactly what it wanted just by focusing on those kaleidoscopic irises.

Life on Mars Revision 5 with OT4In a flash the creature before me transformed into a well presented regal looking fellow, human in every way. Wearing a breezy linen suit of mottled mustard contrasting his deep scarlet cravat, in the right lapel was a giant orchid of the most beautiful design. Its fragrance was captivating.

“Sorry old thing, the frequency catalyser is on the blink, damned Ragthusian technology “

“By the way, I’m Pibble, charmed to meet you”

I felt my feet for the first time. My body was on rapid defrost. Everything tingled.

“Buh, buh, buh….buh, buh” was all that came out and I felt drool dribbling down from the left side of my mouth.

“Ahhh…..”

WHY?” I exploded. It had not meant to come out as a roar, but all that pent up wanting to move just erupted.

“I understand” exclaimed Pibble. “Yes, this takes quite a bit of getting used to”

Looking pensively, he then said, “Not to worry, old thing, all will be explained on the way”

“We are going on a journey and I think you will like what you see”

With that he smiled broadly.

 

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How to finish a fine read?

contented_lionsTesting content on a number of friends, a couple felt it was ideal as a reading tool to encourage our modern youth. It is not too long, keeps the reader engaged (even in the boring bits) and there is a “payoff” (oh boy, is there just!). In fact the only criticism was; where’s part two? So, I would be most appreciative if you would all raise awareness of the tale on social media networks.

The story is now only available as part of a bundle, including a wonderful audio presentation by myself. You will find a PayPal link and simple instructions on what to do here or there.

Depending on the desire of wanton readerships as expressed by numbers completing the first part of Life on Mars (inspired by Harry Potter), other parts will follow ultimately preparing more serious readers for my next large book, “A New World Order”. This, in light of the constant requests for it to be so, may be produced in print. But that is for a future time beyond the control or whims of our beloved Harry Potter.

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On From Peter Maxwell Slattery

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On From Peter Maxwell Slattery

Readers may or may not be aware of the global exo-political resource Peter Maxwell Slattery’s internet video channel. He has an international reputation and invites speakers from all over the world to contribute. Many have inherent cosmic connections and I would recommend this information to any serious follower.

A while ago, Peter kindly invited me to interview and here is that segment:

We live in a linear world which has been defined by materialists. The current annoying trend is reductionism. Its popular messiah is Richard Dawkins, though numbers tried to mimic Charles Darwin’s evolutionary determinism over the years.

Devils against free thought side by side

Devils against free thought side by side

Neatly conforming to Pharisaic principles, spiritually has branched into two opposing streams; hybrid atheism and New Age faux Gnosticism. Whereas both “camps” offer occasional philological gems, neither comprehends inherent existence nor draw from annuls of cyclic knowledge that craft what it really is to “be”.

Just as with the dogma that supports cropped perception, our reality is an illusion determined by righteous viewpoints. Because the baseline is in many ways constructed by mainstream Medias and other influential perception-shaping resources, many would struggle to recognise the truth even if it bit them. As for my background in the literary arts, I initially began writing a book series titled “A Brief History of Human Conscience” but have yet to complete a single segment. It is a massive project that will comprise at least fifteen books; some tomes in their own right. Back in 2012 I took a diversion. This led me to a path which promised a new writing project and I call that series to be “Dimensions, Deceptions & Demons” (DDD).

Ten books are planned and one has been released. Before I discuss the introductory volume, “The Beauty of Existence Decoded”, here is my schedule for anticipated releases. Book two, “A New World Order”, is 80% of the way through the first rewrite and will be fully rewritten again. Going back over old content activates previously dormant new knowledge. The advantage of this method is the reader gains much more solid insight. Cyclic truths might be compared with random glimpses of light, say. Once “inspired”, how does one “fit” information into our long corrupt reality bubble?

“A New World Order” will seem something like a sci-fi adventure stretching back billions of years. Even so all my books are for serious minded people and this one is not going to be another Harry Potter. Nevertheless I have penned an entertaining short story to put everyone in the mood. Check out “Life on Mars; inspired by Harry Potter“.

Harry Potter

Harry Potter

“The Birth of Hum-an-ity” – DDD series book three, will follow. This may well be judged the most controversial as I explain who (or “what”) we, hu-mans, are. All the information can be found in the Bible (using the Hebrew text) and other ancient sources, so, rightly, I include extended textual form criticisms to validate my revelations. Conclusions will startle readers.

Because of my special understanding of the dragon bloodlines, the project was originally going to be a single expansive volume dealing with the Draco. Thus, it does not need a giant mind to work out why book four is titled “What are the Draco?” This is an exploration of genetics and variations (some impacting our development). Blended with real history giving origins clarity, readers will find treasure on every page. An important emphasis on the character differences and perspectives of the different genetic types is explored, but never judged from the warped human sense of righteousness. It would be fair to say, unsurprisingly, many of these species look at life in an entirely alien fashion. I guess that is why they are called aliens! Book five reveals the higher Annunaki bloodlines and the title, “Ba’al, Drakkon and the Spheres of Influence”, gives away the hierarchical genetic order. Some of the content is devoted to energetic resonances managed via DNA “exchanges”.

Next in sequence will the volume titled “Strange Times and Out-of-this-world Technologies”. Book six mostly deals with extraordinary Draco technological advancements. Some of these are of an absolutely transcendental nature that is so far adrift of conventional science they are hard to explain. Book seven, “Beyond the Draco – Connections to the Other Players; an Overview”, is going to be highly prized as this is where I begin defining the most significant other species groups that interconnect with the dragon bloodlines. The Zeta Grey Beings feature, but many other, lesser or unknown varieties are also revealed. Readers can anticipate this being a mighty tome! Its partner volume promises to be even weightier as it deals with what’s left. Book eight, “More of the Other Players: Extra, Inner and Unknown or Unclassified Terrestrials”, is dedicated to surprises!

The final two parts will cover interconnecting networks of power competing over control of Earth. I shall also try and present the shape of things to come as best as I am able. Timelines for release dates are expected to span years between each new part as none are going to be trivial. It is an ambitious project that requires faithful support. The best way to show your appreciation is by purchasing book one or making a donation.

Relational cyclic modelling

Relational cyclic modelling

“An Introduction to Dimensions, Deceptions & Demons” is a relatively short but uncompromisingly powerful read. Reduced to twenty seven pages (to be “printer friendly) and under 20,000 words, aside from the preface, it is a single chapter. Breaking the illusory reality bubble (I discussed earlier) there is no padding and information is over ninety per cent fresh and new. It has already attracted a vocal following of resilient fans, but doubtless materialist critics skulk. As no other books have decoded existence and given life clarity, everyone should read it.

In addition, without a deep understanding of the cosmos, true spirituality, how things started, the relationship between sub-atomic matter and the soul network, it is pointless engaging in serious discussions about anything exo-political. Therefore, The Beauty of Existence Decoded paves the way forward. As new books are released, readers will discover each part links with the next so to drop one piece of the puzzle would logically encourage the potential for failed comprehension and flawed conclusions. Mainstream illusion have relied on populating the void between intelligence and knowledge with make-believe and I would hate to follow suit even inadvertently.

Each book will contain unique and new information; some almost completely original. Therefore donators have the opportunity to empower humanity in my support (i.e. if you want this project to be successful, donate well). Should the reverse be the case, then, at least, you know your true purpose.

The first of my book series is available for a donation of not less than US$10. For clarity, this is not a “fixed price” and there is no ceiling to donation amounts. Contributions keep the writing project afloat.