Life of Mars Part One – Inspired by Harry Potter

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.

JK 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.

Not 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?

It 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.

In 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?

Testing 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.

The Power of Communion-ism

Human civilisation has progressively evolved to an age of totalitarian science-atheism. The fact standards are based on philosophies that embrace so-called materialism is no accident. Indeed, rather, it has been a prerequisite for the planners. They knew, once atheism was formalised, God was dead and humanity could not experience magic associated with ascension.

A background to breeding

Even today the importance of bloodlines or “breeding” is ever-present, particularly in the higher echelons of societies. Doubtlessly, this is as much about protecting “hereditary” fiscal interests as genetics, but would it really matter if a commoner entered the fold to become rich beyond his or her wildest dreams? Fiscally no, except possibly in terms of behavioural management. Those that research the rich and famous, royalty in particular, regularly find marriages are engaged for genetic reasons, so this cannot be entirely coincidental.

Given the mountain of propaganda that passes as “history”, I have a dilemma. Surely, the elite bloodlines must be impressed by some of it? But equally, surely, they must be a little bit common too? According to the mainstream account, bloodlines uphold breeding which ensures the correct measure of responsibility for management of fiscal affairs. This is routinely supported by special education. In other words, commoners are taught differently to the elites. There are many dedicated schools and colleges. Some impose an entrance exam, but as elites are not necessarily any more intelligent than commoners, there is always the option of buying into credentials.

The perplexing question, for me, is; are the elites taught an entirely different version of the historic development of the universe and ancestry of man?

A deep history and interconnecting past

My long awaited and unfinished book, “A New World Order”, discusses precisely this. The deep history of man long predates the Earth’s own creation. Indeed, Robert Morning Sky’s enigmatic work, “The Terra Papers” points out that, originally only two planets orbited our sun. A very, very large Earth competed with Mercury for solar space. That was it! An original sun preceded and overlapped the current one so, for a long time, explained later, we had two suns until one burnt out.

The Terra Papers barely mentions origins in the Orion’s Belt. There “Earth” was at least 40, but maybe up to 100 times its current size. It deposited most of the materials that were used to create today’s solar system. Saturn, Jupiter, Mars, Venus are all pieces of “old Earth”, although it had a different name then. In fact, modern day Earth is the remnants of reconstructed Tiamat. According to the Ganymede (Jupiter’s moon) based Lemurians, Earth doesn’t exist as a new timeline was created after the destruction of Tiamat. Yeah, crazy stuff!

To think of an individual planetary land area, a continent, that is so expansive it would equate to the entire surface area of Earth or more, blows my mind. Monstrous domains of this type might well have supported the kilometres high gargantuan “men” Enoch describes in his pseudepigraphical texts. If everything is based on scales, then the size of men might directly correspond with the geometric volume of each planet.

Mankind is spiralling out of control

I talk about the six versions of human preceding us, each respectively downgraded for abuses of power. To be brutally frank we, “Version Seven”, appear to have learnt nothing. This is why I wonder whether the elites have been taught real history or if the illusion is projected like a veil designed to consume every “thinking being”. Do even the three sorry individuals at the very top of the pyramid know the truth?

Fortunately, a few with all eyes open do turn up to guide mankind periodically (though God only knows if their messages have any impact at all). If we take the destruction of Tiamat, recreating Earth, well, that event collapsed the solar system. Suns don’t die instantly and ours took 1.3 billion years to finally disappear. The problem with the existing one, the sun we know and love, is it distributes black light. The Zeta Grey Beings were so concerned on how negatively this was affecting the psyche of man; they attempted to disconnect our electro-magnetic field in 1943. Their hi-tech procedure went completely and disastrously wrong. Historically, it was recorded as the Philadelphia Experiment.

Why disconnect the sun’s energy field?

As I explain in my e-book (which is now being distributed in a printable version), “The Beauty of Existence Decoded”, the sun is a lot more than a light source. Put in the simplest terms, its electro-magnetic field manages our DNA. Want more details? Get the book. Thus, if the negative spectrum is being accentuated in the build-up to ascension it would mean a greater tendency towards individualism and personal sovereignty than communion.

Agreed, mankind is broken into complex social herds, but individuals merely manipulate each group’s goodwill for their own parasitic ends. If there was a clear antipathy to communion it would be sexual abstinence. That is why successive attempts at global supremacy have seen sex as the greatest threat. Sex is not an individual pursuit, but promotion of systems recommending unions of any more than two would see the death of individualism.

Imagine a world where the normal friendly ways of greeting were all varieties of sexual intercourse (look up the meaning of the word “intercourse”). Take away our age restrictions (incidentally, most are in place as “control mechanisms”) and society would be unrecognisable. Children, while we are on the subject, should be equal parts of society. Social responsibility would mean they are everyone’s shared obligation. Gone are the maternal/paternal slave masters, though parental bonding would continue to flourish. Also, a lot of people overlook the power of sex, but more importantly, the implications of prohibition. That is why the hippie sexual movement of the 1960’s was so damaging to globalist framework. Indeed, they were forced to rewrite plans between 1971 and 1975 as a consequence.

Real Communism versus faux Capitalism

The modern day version of Secularism has followed the lines of Zionist inspired anti-defamation, although, unlike the Israelite instrument for control, members are passionate about eradicating interference (here is the British Society). High Victorian versions blossomed into, what is now tritely termed, Anarchism. Anarchists, surprisingly (for those that bother to inspect the detail), pushed the idea of total liberty for humankind. What dreadful thugs? (being sarcastic)

You see how the Medias play with your minds?

Back in the 1870’s, because these weak minded terrorists (sarcasm again) saw value in sharing things; elevated communities, Anarchism attracted the new stigma – Communism. This, in its current form, had been invented by the bored industrialist economist, Karl Marx, published as a manifesto in 1848-49 as a churlish fantasy determining council (presidium) administration of just about every facet of life. Later forms in Russia and China were used to test the effectiveness of Globalism (i.e. the control of all peoples using one arbitrary body).

Louisa Sarah Bevington and James Tochatti, to name a couple of notable commoner thinkers of the 1880’s (though much of their sentiment is labelled pseudo-science now), were libertarians. But if the term communism is to be taken seriously, it would emphasise communion for the goodness of the group. Globalists, empowered by the traitor Marx, made sure that communist people were starved of liberties to benefit them.

Jose Arguelles communion telepathy experiment

Jose Arguelles is a character shrouded in synchronistic mystery. His life and works, perhaps, deserve a separate post or posts. Largely most famous for his interpretations of Mayan wisdom (notably partially deciphering their enigmatic calendar), he is said to have believed he was the reincarnation of the 7^th century great sage, Pacal Votan.

For this entry, I would like to focus on his participation with the Noosphere II Project which is devoted to triggering/managing a global shift of consciousness (particularly after the, though erroneous, 2012 “catalyst”). Driven by Arguelles (who, sadly, died mid-stream in 2011) in conjunction with the Russian Academy of Science (its branch ISRICA) was a global telepathy component.

There is more to this than immediately meets the eye. Telepathic communion is the only way humanity can break free from the hold of the False [light] Matrix. Next to me (sorry for the idle boast, but I can’t resist it) that made Arguelles the most enlightened (human) being on the planet. Once we, as a unit, can achieve connection at that level we will not only be given unimaginable powers, but will be ready to ascend. The problem is; it’s all or nothing because “God” is not a Racist. I quietly laugh at all those “powers” with their tinker-toys. If only they knew all they had to do is let go and they would receive riches and rewards that would surpass the imagination.

False [light] Matrix for other-worldly controllers

Following on from my earlier example of negative influences directing progress of our DNA, there is another important facet of man’s development. Version Seven human (us) was a critical branch from Annunaki order as we are a combination of Ciakar and Atlantean (Version Six) human. Because we (humans) were created by them [and are consequential subordinates], the Draco (Ciakar/Pteroid cooperative) have taken a keen interest in our development, most specifically, as “stock”.

It would be unfair to say they view us in the same way we treat livestock, for instance. But, as their “order” augments slave/master social/family status to the letter, conflict over sovereign rights would quickly meet deadlock if their governance of us was even slightly transparent. Spiritually, contrary to popular tittle-tattle dressed as wisdom, they are vastly superior to us. Nevertheless, we want our sovereignty.

To control flows of human thoughts (and sometimes intercept and disrupt threatening developments), a very ancient (maybe 600 Million years old) methodology leveraging the Earth’s crystalline support struts was adapted. Not-of-this-world technologies monitor every single human mental exchange. Consequentially, the Draco have constantly manned surveillance systems that work in a vaguely similar way to our backward HAARP technologies.

A battle over stock ownership

The embryo of our initial hybridisation (there have been various waves that have not been successfully deciphered by the Genome Project, thus far) 125 thousand years ago led to an almost immediate violent war between the Draco and Annunaki (who, theoretically at least, own all Draco genetics too). Were we not saved by the Atlanteans (who shipped us off to Mars out of harm’s way) there would be no “human race”. I discuss this in greater detail in “A New World Order”.

Due to an earlier conflict, the Draco had been banished (or restricted) to inner realms and only ventured to the surface when the Annunaki were away for significant periods (often thousands of years). After we were created at times of absence they appointed Lemurian Kings (who were of the Zeta Grey Being genus) to mind the fort, in light of Draco interference.

However, 35,000 years ago, the Annunaki famously (according to the Sumerian mythology) caused a great flood and left Earth for good. That “great flood”, incidentally, submerged North Africa and went all the way up to the Caspian Sea. 24,000 years ago Lemurian control ended with the catastrophic meteorite impact that turned the continent of Mu into the Pacific Ocean (what is on sea bed?).

Reconnecting with the “Gods” to bring on the magic

The Annunaki, in many ways, never left. They are energetic beings that are not able to manifest in our dimensional plane other than through us. Telepathic communion will awaken the God within us and activate magical properties of the Annunaki.

An Aladdin’s Cave waits for the brave, sincere generation ready to embrace meekness. Did not Flavius Josephus say “The meek shall inherit the Earth”? He was referring to a communion that accentuates the Annunaki.