Awakening the Science of Kundalini

If anyone is able to get to Ontario, Canada this July, be sure to drop in at the renowned ICR‘s annual conference:

Conf. Flyer2015The theme of this year’s conference, Kundalini, will be a term known to many: the ancient Sanskrit word for the usually dormant serpent power residing at the base of the spine.  When activated by favourable genetics, gradual evolutionary forces or intense spiritual activity, this energy can enter the brain via the spinal canal, affecting the whole nervous system and personality.   In fact this is the common mechanism behind all religious and psiritual experience, meaning firstly that religious experience has a biological base, and secondly, that all mankind’s religions are united by one scientifically verifiable mechanism.

Those in whom it was active gave it its name after witnessing internally its lightning like side-to-side motion, akin to that of a purposeful silver serpent in full flight.  This imagery found its way into most civilisations one way or another – even our medical insignia, the caduceus – carried by Hermes, messenger of the Gods himself – shows two serpents emerging from an inverted triangle and coiling upwards around a vertical staff, while a mysterious serpent – “the most subtle of all the creatures” – seems to guard the tree of knowledge of good and evil in the Garden of Eden.

Elsewhere the pharaohs of ancient Egypt wore serpent-like insignias on their foreheads, to symbolise their brain’s unity with a divine power, while other serpents adorn the headdresses of the Aztecs and Incas.  Athena is shown with a serpent at her side, and Shiva is always shown with her protective serpent.  Meanwhile the writhing serpents of the anguished Medusa seem to represent the malevolent possibilities of this force when, due to the resistance or obstruction from still unknown biological factors, the awakening of kundalini leads to unbearable pressure on the brain, ending in insanity.

With its armoury of genetic and microscopic tools, scientific research into this rarely studied phenomenon is bound to shed light on the mystery of spiritual revelation, genius and insanity – either way, it’s a chance to absorb new material and meet like minded thinkers, amidst the tranquility of pristine Nothern Ontario!

Autumn Birches, by Canada's own Tom Thomson

Autumn Birches, by Canada’s own Tom Thomson

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Human Immunity: The Rebel Within

It’s becoming more and more difficult for independent thinkers to fit themselves into society.  Such people have always been a cause of friction, but now they seem to be hinges for revolution, and aligning with them has become more and more frightening to the ordinary person.

Back in the mid 1800’s, Thoreau was one such independent character.  He lacked the social graces of his good friend and sometime rival Emerson, and spoke his mind at every opportunity, no matter who he might upset. Behind his back he was often referred to as “that terrible Thoreau”.

Thoreau showed that core characteristic of an independent thinker, a firm conviction which no amount of discouraging news could dislodge.  For example, after the apparent rejection by the public of his latest book, A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers:

A Week was not well received by the public, and only two hundred copies of it sold in the first few years after its publication. Thoreau financed the volume himself.

When publisher James Munroe returned the unsold copies to him in 1853, Thoreau wrote in a journal entry for October 28, 1853, “I have now a library of nearly 900 volumes, over 700 of which I wrote myself.”

In another instance, Emerson recalled how Thoreau had once attended the local library to withdraw some especially rare books for his research, only to be told that certain volumes were not available to the public, and certainly not to Thoreau, who was not even a library member.

Incensed, Thoreau reminded them that the library itself was nothing more than a convenience intended for his benefit, and therefore, because of the whole basis on which America was founded he insisted that, being a citizen of good standing, it was he, and not the library, who was the rightful owner of these volumes.  Furthermore, the library itself was now engaged in the theft of these books from the good men for whom they were intended.  So forceful were his arguments and so overwhelming his conviction that the library manager, helpless and ashamed when stripped of his flimsy academic fallacies, issued him with a permit to withdraw any books he wished, and to retain them for as long as he needed.

Such self-reliance was the whole reason for which Thoreau lived.  He was famously disinterested in money: having designed a superior pencil, he was congratulated by friends that riches at last awaited, from its manufacture.  Appalled at the prospect, he replied: “why should I do again what I have already done once?”  More than a century and a half later, it is Thoreau who is seen as a champion of truth, while the officials and corporate types he railed against are all forgotten.

Today our decisions, behaviour and even our memories are delegated to institutions which have no interest in the welfare of citizens other than ensuring they be in a fit condition to produce their share of wealth and services for the state.  In all cultures self reliance has been rare, but real thinkers do exist today, damning by their very existence today’s homogeneity, dissipations and satiation.  In fact, so strange do they appear to their friends and families, and so at odds are they with society’s cherished notions that they are regarded with apprehension, and labelled lunatics, conspiracy theorists or revolutionaries.

I was heartened this week to hear of three very different kinds of protest which show that this natural human self reliance and its immunity to oppressive or pointless external authority, is alive and well in many quarters, and thanks mainly to social media, making good headway.

For example, one group so infuriated by our governments’ continued support for Israel’s concentration camps, theft of land, and its savage ongoing massacres – while spouting the approved lines about fighting terror – poured several gallons of fake blood in the middle of Belgium airport to stage a loud protest, which was ignored by the press but relayed around the world via social media:

protest Belgium airport 2

While in Bologna, Italy, the obscene chemtrails we witnessed last August in Venice – and about which the gondoliers were so angry – have caused an eruption of protest in a country formerly known for its beautiful blue skies.  The protest went unreported in the press and television but lit up the internet within hours via social media:

Here in the UK, amidst the usual vacuous election posturing, Nicola Sturgeon has made a part of the SNP’s platform the removal of Trident, the UK’s nuclear weapons – a grotesque, suicidal, terrifying £100 billion obscenity without any precedent in all of Earth’s history.  These immensely profitable machines of pure terror – designed specifically to roast entire cities alive – has no place in a civilised society, let alone one demanding the rank and file cut back to save government wealth (which in turn all belongs to the ordinary people who created it).

As a result, politicans have become apoplectic with carefully displayed outrage, while their press has had a field day.  Sturgeon has been labelled an extremist, a traitor, a snake, a scorpion, a serpent and even “the most dangerous wee woman in the world” by current leaders such as Boris Johnson and David Cameron, and their propaganda arm, the mainstream press.

This should tell us something very important.  The current governments and their propaganda outlets are interested only in maintaining the gravy train of status quo.  During a debate, Sturgeon caught Labour leader Ed Milliband offguard when she turned and asked him, “would you use nuclear weapons against ISIS?”  Flabbergasted, and keen to retain his man-of-the-people image Milliband gasped “of course not!”.  Sturgeon replied: “well, this is a question about nuclear weapons.”

Nicola Sturgeon laughs off the insults and gets on with the SNP campaign.

The Scottish National Party’s Nicola Sturgeon

Meanwhile in the real world, desperate refugees from Western-led wars fuelled by Western-made weapons in the service of Western oil interests are attempting to flee to Europe in boats commanded by proft-hungry pirates.  But these ramshackle, vastly overloaded boats often capsize, with hundreds drowned at a time: men, women, and children locked in holds are sinking without trace.  But Europe has decided to abandon its rescue efforts, believing it only encourages more refugees.

Britain has previous form here, having turned away a shipload of Jewish children fleeing the Nazi regime in the 1930’s and sending them back to certain death.  How those children might have enriched our society, we will never know.  This week one cartoonist, sensing the appalling disconnect between ensconsed leaders and humanity at large, produced this:

migrants from earthWhile another mind with an equally clear vision created an image relevant to our current leaders, one which they would do well to ponder:

political leaders on a lifeboat

Strange though it may seem to those who haven’t been paying attention, a profound change is most definitely in the air.  When it finally arrives and becomes accepted as “just common sense” by the rank and file, it will be thanks to that determined and self-reliant individual who demanded it, showing that it is the individual, and not the institution, which eventually prevails.

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Learning About State Terror

Imagine you live in a village of 270 houses.  One ordinary day, three homeowners return from work to find their houses demolished with explosives, and all who were at home, dead.

The government is already on the scene.  They explain to the distraught individuals that they were simply conducting dummy explosives drills in those three houses – and nowhere else – all at the same time that day, and to their surprise the drills went live.

The government shrugs, saying they found the culprits; but speaking to them is impossible, as they have all been shot dead.

After the July 7th 2005 bombings on the London transport system, it was widely believed that the government and the metropolitan police could never have expected this sort of attack, and were caught on the hop.  Villains were named and shot dead to protect us, with no more questions asked.  Government figures appeared in poses of stern resolve, with patriotic words, reminding us all how our enemies hate our freedoms, and amid much hand wringing about how dangerous a free society is (and ironically, for an event in which no CCTV film was released) explain the need for more security measures.

But something doesn’t add up.

Media patriotism ensures dissenters are labelled traitors

The same claim of surprise was made by George Bush after the 9/11 events, when in fact in the year running up to 9/11, more than three dozen hijacking drills were dealt with within moments by NORAD, and areas of the Pentagon had already been rebuilt specifically to survive a hit by an airliner.  Meantime the FBI had been keeping close tabs on Mohammed Atta and his pals, knowing full well they wanted to learn to fly, but all lacked any skills and certainly all were highly focused on their own enjoyment of life – there is no evidence at all any of them were on the flights that day.  The brash, cocksure, hard drinking, bragging misogynist Mohammed Atta spoke to his father the day after 9/11 – according to his father –  in an uncharacteristic panic, realising he and his pals had all become massive, internationally-known, patsies overnight.

On the day of 9/11, a standard false-flag scenario was played out: a handful of drills of hijacked planes were being carried out at the same time, so that the real “hijackings” became lost in the shuffle.  Panicky FAA staff were constantly asking, “wait, is this real, or a drill?”  Meantime NORAD planes were diverted with endless drills up North: Vigilant Warrior, Vigilant Guardian, etc.  Even when it became obvious that NORAD planes had to be summoned, they were summoned from as far away as possible and sent out in the wrong direction at half speed.  It was a pathetic farce.

The Military District of Washington planned for a plane crash just like the Pentagon Attack in their “Mascal” planning excercise on October 24, 2000. (911 Review.Org)

The idea that our government is blissfully unaware of danger is as far from the truth as you can imagine, and the timeline given below shows exactly how the UK public were prepped.  Not only were seeds planted in their mind, the public were virtually inundated with the idea that individuals who sought the end of our freedoms would sooner or later let off bombs on the underground, and that the only possible response was to shoot them dead, and, of course, keep up the lucrative wars abroad.

There are seven essential steps for any state to carry out a false flag attack:

  1. Continually stoke the public fear
  2. Run “dummy drills” as operatives prepare the actual attack.  Anyone later identified by the public can claim “I was working on the drill.”
  3. Confiscate all CCTV after the event or disable institutional CCTV in advance.  To this day, no film from any of dozens of CCTVs outside the Pentagon, on the neighboring hotels or gas stations, or on the motorway, have been released to prove a plane hit the Pentagon, bar three blurry frames showing what looks like a missile: the rest were destroyed or confiscated
  4. Get the state’s story out immediately via the mass media: people cling to a first impression so strongly that it is well nigh impossible to remove it later even if shown to be absurd
  5. Set up a good relation with the patsies in advance, making certain they are silenced immediately afterwards.  It would be very inconvenient for them to confess: “we were paid to show up by a guy named Peter Power as part of his drill”.
  6. Deny any involvement.  And keep on denying it, labelling accusers “lunatic conspiracy theorists”, until you practically come to believe it yourself.
  7. Stall an investigation for as long as possible, but if through public pressure it eventually has to take place, make sure it comes up with the fairytale in (4).  Whether it involves a magic bullet (Warren Commision) or 47 story buildings which, not hit by any plane, collapse into a symmetrical heap (9/11 Commission), get the nonsense out and take as long as you like!
911 poster

On the one hand, 2,300 qualified, professional architects and engineers who say the 9/11 story could never have happened as we have been told. On the other, discredited government sites like trotting out the same old nonsense

Leaving the patsy dead is the standard endgame: Lee Harvey Oswald was no more guilty of shooting JFK than you or I, with baffled witnesses even placing him in the basement cafeteria casually drinking a coke at the time of the shooting.  In his own words, as the awful truth must have been sinking in: “I didn’t shoot anyone.  I’m just a patsy.”  Next thing you know, Jack Ruby bursts onto the scene and Oswald is no more.  Ruby himself must have felt the same creeping sense of panic as it dawned on him that the government seemed disinterested in his story of nefarious figures in the shadows and that he, too, was expendable.

Think about it: it has never been explained how a non-entity such as Oswald suddenly appears on the “most wanted” list, with his image readily prepared, printed and circulated to police departments all over town before the FBI had even analysed the carefully-wrapped and hidden rifle for prints (something they never did).  Media hysteria fills in all the blanks.


L Paul Bremer: insurance manager? Terrorism expert, invasion overlord, chief finance officer, painter? Or psychopath?

Likewise, before many people realised planes had struck the WTC buildings, a curious fellow named L Bremer was racing to the TV stations (instead of being in his office at the top of one of the WTC towers) to announce bin Laden did it and that the US needed to invade Iraq and Afghanistan with every force at their disposal. How does an insurance company employee know the unknowable – since every witness was now dead – about who ordered the strikes, even before flight manifests were released, before the dust had settled, and while all of New York was in a state of confusion and chaos?

L Bremer later morphed into manager of the Iraq occupation, in the process running the country into the ground, as pallet loads of hundred dollar bills flown in from the USA all vanished into his shady economy.  For this catastrophic failure he was promoted to Bush’s senior finance officer: we wouldn’t want a disaffected, disillusioned canary singing to the public!  And after all, there’s plenty of other people’s money to go around.  Lately he’s taken up painting truly awful pictures, as his buddy Bush himself was to do later on.  What a small world.

L Bremer UndertheCherryTrees

Under the Cherry Trees, by L Paul Bremer. Try as I might, I can’t find a single thing worth looking at. It almost seems painted by someone with no emotions and no empathy with man or nature at all.

Formerly an insurance exec, the TV station needed L Bremer to gain immediate traction with the public, thus labelling him a “terrorism expert”.. something he certainly seems to be.  The patsy Bin Laden stated he had nothing to do with the attacks, and died a year or two later from renal failure, but it was very useful to maintain the illusion of the bogeyman’s existence to justify the ongoing revenge: the military rape of completely innocent countries.

“I was told from the highest levels of the White House: ‘tell the people running Iraq if they don’t tell us about planning attacks on the US, we will bomb them into the stone age.’  The Iraqis were keen to co-operate and end sanctions, and even promised to build us a million cars a year.  They knew nothing about any attacks, saying “the only thing we know is what you keep telling us!”

Susan Lindauer, CIA’s senior 2001 link to Iraq

Bin Laden’s “assassination” closed the fairytale and prevented any awkward questions.  As for the evidence for this assassination, can you imagine a murder trial in which there is no body, no DNA, no photos, no fingerprints, no witnesses, and not even a crime scene?  The only evidence we have is a photo of stuffed shirts in a White House briefing looking very surprised.  Good enough for me!

Before the British 7/7 attacks, Prime Minister Blair was in something of a pickle.  Three million people took to the streets to protest against going to war alongside Bush & Bremer’s US forces, and were duly ignored.  It was later revealed via transcripts of conversations between Blair and Bush that Blair had agreed to go to war no matter what.  Several years on, with costs rising, British military deaths piling up and no benefit anywhere in sight, support was thinner still.  Something had to be done to whip up public support, but what?

Although this image, showing Tony Blair in a military plane resting his feet on the coffin of an armed forces personnel, was apparently a satirical montage created by a blogger at BBDO, it accurately sums up the image the British people have of Blair: a callous, pretentious, greedy and psychopathic warmonger; this explains why so many people assumed it was genuine.

What indeed.  Remember there are 270 Underground stations, open for around 18 hours each, 365 days in the year.  To carry out a dummy drill in a single station which suffers a simultaneous genuine attack would be odds of about 270 * 365 * 18 or more than 1.7 million to one in a single year.  To get three simultaneously correct, assuming all would be at the same time, the odds against it grow to over 128 billion to one.

Even if you limit the stations to central London, during peak commutes only on working days, and it’s still a very very improbable series of events, coming in at 122 million to one against.  And all these proposals ignore the fact that attacks could happen at any year, so multiply them all by six to include years since Bush & Bremer’s 9/11.

Pick three at random?

This is however exactly how false flags are carried out.  In Obama’s Boston Bombing, runners were puzzled to hear that bomb drills would be taking place and that any explosions or police presence should be ignored as routine.  Then, boom – and as the Fox News reporter, clearly not in on the scam, said from a helicopter above, “it could have been a gas explosion in the kitchens – all we know for sure is that all the injured were brought out from behind those glass walls.”  Next came the media frenzy, the shooting of one of the patsies, and so on.

Naturally any operatives caught in the act could claim they were simply assisting the drill.

Now, to get around the ludicrous odds in London, it was necessary to emotionally stoke the public to half expect an event which was, in reality, impossible.  Deeply in shock, the public quickly abandoned their critical thinking and were encouraged to join America’s absurd “war on terror”.  Here’s how the inherently skeptical British public was carefully prepped for attacks orchestrated by ex-spook Peter Power and various henchmen within the security services:

In February 2004 the BBC broadcast a pilot episode of a new show called Crisis Command, where members of the public took on the role of crisis managers.  The crises they dealt with included power surges, an attack on Waterloo underground station, and a plane crashing into the houses of parliament.

In March 2004, the train bombings in Madrid took place.  In May 2004, an episode of the BBC show Panorama involved a panel of experts responding to a fictional terrorist attack: “this is the kind of terrorist attack the government repeatedly says is going to happen.”

The scenario involved bombings on three tube trains and then a bombing on a large road vehicle. One member of the expert panel was former counter terrorism police office turned management consultant Peter Power (senior Met Police 1971 – 1992, BET group securty director 1992-1994, Visor Consulting 1995 – present).

London Bomber Peter Power’s Visor Consulting

The show was criticised by the government for scaring the public. On the very same day in New York, the authorities carried out a terrorism training exercise called Operation Transit Safe that also featured attacks on train stations.

 In July 2004, a training exercise in Birmingham called Operation Horizon was based around suicide terrorists spraying the public with a chemical poison. Again, it was criticised for whipping up fear.

In sept 2004 the BBC broadcast a film co-produced with HBO called Dirty War. The film began with a terrorism training exercise and depicted a muslim suicide attack using a radiological dirty bomb on Liverpool street station. It also showed a second pair of bombers being shot dead by police marksmen.

In December 2004 another episode of Spooks (the previous one was July 7th 2003) showing yet more attacks on train stations, a drill turned live, portrayed a muslim proxy bomb. An Iraqi woman is coerced into having a bomb surgically implanted in her body by a terrorist who plans to detonate the explsiove remotely.  At the last minute the terrorist is shot dead by special forces.

Several years later it was reported that it was believed that Al Queda were using bombs installed in breast implants though this appears to be government fiction.

In April 2005, an international training drill called Atlantic Blue again featured attacks on london tube trains and buses. It involved the US who called it Top Off 3 and Canada who called it Triple Play.  To heighten realism, the US created fake news broadcasts and a fake Pakistani-looking terrorist suspect. All of the usual elements are in place and now are starting to become embedded in the public’s mind.

Tony Farrell, a senior Met intelligence officer, became suspicious immediately on seeing the 7/7 bombing evidence, and recognised that Peter Power (shown, above) had to be responsible. He has since crusaded for a proper investigation, to no avail

In June 2005, another Spooks episode was filmed which portrayed an attack on a London tube station. Actress says: “the bomb this morning – was it the muslims?”  The show also refers to Operation Gladio, the plan to stage deadly events to create support for crackdowns on specific racial groups.

June 12th 2005 the government ran yet another drill, a full scale exercise based around an emergency at a London tube station, this time at Tower Hill.  In July 2005, one exercise by the metropolitan police called Hanover and one by Deutche Bank were both based on attacks on the London underground.

(You start to wonder if they aren’t hoping to give terrorists ideas by this constant repetition of how-to-plant-bombs, via TV shows. Perhaps it is useful to have these ideas circulating in society both to trigger attacks, and failing that, to prepare the public to accept the proposed patsies.  If they seriously wanted to help racial relations, they would have long ago stopped their endless parade of fictional muslims attacking Londoners.)

On July 7th, the bombs coincided with an exercise in London and one in New York both based around multiple attacks on underground trains.

2 weeks after 7/7 another training exercise took place in which 4 men set off devices on 3 trains and a bus. This time they released the CCTV. Men put on trial but not charged with terror offences. Their defence was that they were staging a protest. July 2007: convicted of attempted murder.

In this way, reality and TV are blurred, but all are events designed to keep the public in a state of fear and suspense.  When the brown stuff eventually hits the fan, people naturally fill in the blanks, as did one actor in a TV bombing: “was it the muslims?”

It was after this that police shot an innocent South American named Menendez who some say was simply running to catch a train.

Singapore later staged a huge exercise called Northstar 5, based on London’s 7/7 attacks. Train bombs were let off, actors fake injuries with moulage etc.   The TV show Spooks in Sept 07 featured an unintentional suicide bomber, where police shoot and kill the detonator.

Oct 2008: another episode of Spooks on 4 dealt with suicide bombers in London.  You get the idea by now.

There are plenty of detailed documentaries explaining the holes in the government’s official story, from underground trains in which the floors were blown upward – an impossibility for a backpack – to a Jaguar car believed by some to belong to Peter Power himself being shown on CCTV apparently co-ordinating the patsies in a prior dummy run and on 7/7 itself, to quickly changing claims of the explosives used (from military grade, as declared at the scene of the explosion, to amateur made, then finally to kitchen-made using a frying pan) and of course the suspicious way all the underground CCTV was “down” on 7/7, with the only photo available being an obviously photoshopped image of the patsies outside a train station – one unfortunately having the metal rail behind him running right through his body!

A consistent feature of false flags is a changing storyline – which is variously to the fog of war, updated intelligence, confusion and panic – but what is never explained is how each revision is presented as undisputed fact.  When a fake bomb was let off in Boston, suspects were first a Saudi national, until he was linked to the Obamas, and then switched to patriot American groups, and finally the Tsarnaev brothers, who had been handled by the FBI all along.


Note the character in the background, with a metal rail at hip level apparently running in front of his body! Why have no motion films been shown, despite it being a frame from a CCTV camera?  Presumably because only single images can be faked!

If the 7/7 suspects were genuine bombers, any intelligent investigator would be desperate to interview them and unravel a wider chain of villains still on the loose. But with patsies this would be a disaster: they would claim no knowledge of any plot and immediately reveal who hired them in the first place.  Often a fictional story is concocted that the patsies hurled bombs at their pursuers (Boston) or shot a policeman in their panic (Boston, Oswald) or even shot themselves (Sandy Hoax).  In any event, they must always end up dead before a curious media interviews them.

A novel flourish was used in the Charlie Hebdo false flag shootings: the masked, highly efficient professional killers made a mistake: they left ID cards behind.  Oh dear!  This led the police to track down some very surprised individuals at the expected address and who made no attempt to flee; they were shot dead immediately.  Nothing to see here, move along please!

Nor are false flags limited to Britain and America.  Putin had Moscow apartment blocks blown up in September 1999, killing over 300 people, to justify a ruthless invasion of Chechnya, with its reserves of the purest form of oil available.


As John Dunlop points out in The Moscow Bombings of September 1999, the attacks were the equivalent for Russians of 9/11 for Americans. They aroused a fear of terrorism—along with a desire for revenge against the Chechens—that Russians had not known since Stalin used the supposed terrorist threat as a pretext to launch his bloody purges of the 1930s. Just as Bush resisted an investigation for as long as posisble, Russian authorities prevented all efforts to investigate who was behind these acts of terror and why they happened. In the words of Russian journalist Yuliya Kalinina: “We in general know nothing.”

None of this stuff is new.  Countries have been setting up disasters and blaming enemies for as long as we’ve had newspapers to report them to a gullible public.  The Vietnam war was based on a false flag attack.  A false flag was discussed to provoke war with Cuba in JFK’s day by murdering US citizens, though he refused to give permission.  The Israelis, isolated in the middle east as the only permanent invading and occupying terrorist force, and certainly the only ones keeping vast numbers of prisoners in concentration camps, are such undisputed masters at this subterfuge that they come in for suspicion every time the government presents bloodied images in the press:

In 1954, Israeli agents working in Egypt planted bombs in several buildings, including a United States diplomatic facility, and left evidence behind implicating Egyptian Muslims as the culprits. The ruse would have worked, had not one of the bombs detonated prematurely, allowing the Egyptians to capture and identify one of the bombers, which in turn led to the roundup of an Israeli spy ring.

Some of the spies were from Israel, while others were recruited from the local Jewish population. Israel responded to the scandal with claims in the media that there was no spy ring, that it was all a hoax perpetrated by “anti-Semites”.  (Where have we heard this before?.. IC)

As the public trial progressed, it was evident that Israel had indeed been behind the bombing. Eventually, Israeli’s Defense Minister Pinhas Lavon was brought down by the scandal, although it appears that he was himself the victim of a frame-up by the real authors of the bombing project, code named “Operation Susannah.”

This is not the only example of a false flag designed to trick the United States into attacking Israel’s enemies. According to Victor Ostrovsky, a Mossad defector now living in Canada, Ronald Reagan was tricked into bombing Libya by means of a radio transmitter smuggled into Tripoli by the Mossad, which broadcast messages designed to fool the United States into thinking Libya was about to launch a massive terror attack on the west. On the basis of this fake evidence, the US bombed Libya, killing Khadaffi’s daughter.

More recently, Captain Ward Boston, who served as senior legal counsel for the Navy’s Court of Inquiry into the Israeli attack on USS Liberty, has come forward to report that the Court of Inquiry was ORDERED to conclude that the attack was an accident by President Lyndon Johnson. In hindsight, given the use of unmarked aircraft and boats by Israel during the actual attack, it appears that Israel intended to sink the US ship and frame Egypt for the attack, tricking the US into the war against Egypt.

So next time we hear a politician spouting nonsense about the enemies at the gate, let’s remember the words of a notable politician who best sums up the maxim: “History is written by the victors”.

A political leader admitting something all political leaders understand.

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The Cure for Cancer

The cause of cancer has been known for more than 80 years.  It was a discovery made by Otto Warburg in the 1930’s, for which he won the Nobel Prize:

The first thing to understand is that there is one and only one reason cells grow into cancer.  It is a lack of sufficient oxygen to a certain subset of the 210 different types of cells known to make up the human body.  This is called hypoxia.

Warburg found that by reducing the available oxygen to human cells, he could turn them, at will, into undifferentiated cancer cells.  People look at cancer as some alien, invading force, forgetting that every cell comes from a cell.  Cancer cells are human cells that  survived a dangerous environment by resorting to glucose as an energy source instead of oxygen.  The waste products of these cells are acidic, which accounts for the acidic nature of tissues around tumours, but this suits them fine as oxygen is of no use and even repugnant to them.  Hemoglobin – the marvellous little oxygen delivery vehicle with four sprung iron platforms – doesn’t work well in an acidic environment, which may be one reason why the blood is kept at an alkaline level by fail-safe mechanisms.  The tissues are another matter though, and often become acidic if the blood has to draw alkalinity from them to keep itself in balance.  You can check your own levels of alkalinity using pH strips on your saliva.

The main culprit – though not the only one – causing this asphyxiation of human cells was presumed at the time to be the steadily growing supply of food-grade plastics which kept much better on the shelf and in factories, and was ideal for any country preparing for war.  Margarine behaves more like plastic than food because the fat molecules which human cells need for respiration have been hydrogenated (where hydrogen ions have been passed over them to stop their tendency to oxidate and go stale) and lose their electrical charge in the process; thus, instead of carrying a cloud of highly active pi electrons into the cells, form themselves into a mesh which the cells are unable to use.  Molecules are so small that one teaspoon of margarine would be enough to supply 50,000 such useless fat molecules to every cell in your body.

Dr Joanna Budwig, another genius from Germany, came up with a diet which included special fatty acids which combined with cottage cheese carry an electrical charge into the cells, including cancerous ones, and can turn them to normally respiring cells again.  In fact a very good friend of mine was diagnosed last year with vocal cord cancer, spotted very early on via her croaky voice.  The hospital was ready to slice the vocal cords up, requiring “speech therapy” afterwards.  For a vivacious single woman of 30, this was an ominous situation.  I suggested she ask for a stay of execution while she tried the Budwig diet for a few weeks.  Such was her trust in me that she did exactly that, and duly went back a few weeks later for a second biopsy – which came up completely clear of cancer cells.

Understandably she had her doubts, as cottage cheese and flax oil hardly has the ring of a high powered cure.  So she asked if the original sample might, perhaps, have been okay after all?  No, she was told, the original sample was crammed with cancer cells, hence the audible damage to her voice, and the surgeon’s urgency.  Then maybe, she suggested, the second biopsy had cancer cells that weren’t detected?  No, she was told, the second biopsy had generous margins and was completely, 100% clear, only containing normal cells.  That was the end of the matter, and shows how easy stage I cancer can be reversed through diet alone.

Cells are very big compared to a fat molecule (in an idle moment I once worked out if a cell had the diameter of the M25 motorway surrounding London, a single fat molecule would fit into a bathtub) but even so, a diet filled with processed food, various hydrogenated oils and very few vegetables, combined with a stressful life, is a sure ticket to cancer sooner or later.  This is why one in two of us will get cancer today, up from about 1 in 100 over a century ago.  It’s not because cancer is better diagnosed: cancer has been around and identified for as long as we have records of human physicians.  While food-grade plastics didn’t exist in Hippocrates’ day, somehow cancer did.


Macrophages in brown chasing the bacteria in blue!

But we all have a phenomenal immune system, and part of that immune system is a cell called a macrophage, a word meaning “big eater”.  This is the original PacMan – except the macrophages have tentacles to grab and materials to engulf its prey, and weapons to shoot oxygen into the victim to break the cell wall and enable the recycling of the contents.

The weapons these killers use are mounted on and constructed of molecules which are unaffected by free radicals – superoxide dismutase among them (found in melons, as it happens) – so that no harm comes to the macrophage itself.  When they’re at work, their oxygen use goes up by a factor of 100 times.  This is supreme engineering.  It’s also why fresh air and sunshine are essential to health – we need vitamin D and we need oxygen! And I guess melons won’t hurt either.  As it turns out, I haven’t found any natural food that isn’t anti-cancer, pro-immune, pro-heart, or pro-brain in some way.  The natural world is the mother to mankind, and we tinker with what she produces at our own risk.

Cancer is also part of life, and it has the kind of ingenuity all other life shows: the tumour cell produces an enzyme called alpha-N-acetyl-galactosaminidase, or Nagalase for short.  This enzyme is a long-range bullet aimed in a manner worthy of man’s best sniper.  What it does is pounce on a single amino acid site among thousands in a vitamin-d derived protein, and in that single hit, disables the whole thing.  The protein it sabotages is the trigger producing something called GcMAF (a macrophage activator) which in turn is equivalent to a starter battery for macrophages.

We all get cancer every day; the macrophages stamp on it efficiently and we go our merry way, none the wiser.  But let’s say at some point we have a traumatic shock or a period of prolonged stress.  Stress hormones dampen the immune system and if this is allowed to go on long enough the cancer cells can start to get the edge, producing nagalase all the while.  Beyond a certain point, the macrophages can’t stamp on the cells quick enough to keep up with the steadily mounting flow of sniper bullets tending to thin their production line and put them to sleep.  Nagalase is also released by viruses, so the immune has some work to do keeping on top of all these things.

The half life of tissue macrophages extends to months, whereas the half life of nagalase is less than a day; this was assumed after experiments in which mouse tumours were surgically removed, where the blood showed normal nagalase readings the next day.

By the time a tumour is detectable there are hundreds of millions of cells clumped together, a year or two down the road.  In the 1970’s, cancer specialist Dr Carl Simonton observed that all his cancer patients seemed to have experienced a severe emotional trauma a year or two beforehand, though he couldn’t have known the mechanism behind it.  But it makes no difference whether you know the molecular goings-on or not: once the immune’s frontline killers are asleep, you’re sailing down the proverbial creek without the required paddle.

There are only two ways to deal with cancer, apart from ignoring it: one is to trust a standard medical professional and do whatever they tell you.  The other way is to try to understand what’s happening so you can make your own decisions, whatever they may be.  The problem with medical professionals is that the only cures they accept for cancer (mandated by law in some countries) besides surgery, is a chemical or radioactive blast on your body, causing massive collateral damage.  The immune system is the first victim – ironic indeed.  Even removing the tumour doesn’t help unless the state of the tissue milieu which produced it is taken into account.  Modern professionals treat the tumour in isolation as if it represented the start and finish of the whole problem, instead of seeing it as the final act in a long system-wide drama, and something the immune system itself would safely take care of without any damage to normal cells if only it could.

What “alternative” practitioners do is treat the immune system.  Legally, they can’t even say they treat cancer, but this suits them fine, as they’re not treating cancer at all.  Ignoring the immune is a bit like carefully fixing damage to a car driven by a drunk driver, then handing the driver a thermos of whiskey and sending him on his way.  Well, it’s not exactly like that, but you get the gist.

Some Australian oncologists did a detailed study (erring in the favour of chemo wherever the situation was in doubt) and concluded chemo only contributes to five year survival in about 2% of cases; chemo even turns healthy cells into tumour cells, as later research showed.  My own essays last year describe how tumour cells come up with ingenious pumps to capture and eject chemo molecules, and share the DNA code between cells so that all can benefit.  Since chemo is only aimed at the 15-20% of tumour cells trying to reproduce at any time, a few cycles of chemo are enough time for tumour cells to study the molecule, educate themselves, and become “multiple drug resistant”.

This is a deadly condition for anyone relying on standard medical tools, and in whom the immune has already been torched in an effort to hack away at a tumour, forgetting completely the health of the patient themselves.  In fact it’s a common hope that the tumour will be killed before the patient.  In another rather gruesome joke oncologists turn up at the funeral of one of their patients and try to prise open the coffin lid, wanting “to try just one more thing”.  Tumours might well break up, but its component cells can travel far and wide in an immune-free body, and grow back at their leisure, using the same mechanisms as before.

chemo 2 percent 1There’s no doubt doctors mean well, but they’re human, and drug companies do a good job selling them on every new tweak of a basically dangerous product.  One well-meaning doctor put me on Tarceva – a targeted epithelial cell chemo priced at $3000 per month, or $100 per tiny pill – to see what would happen.  After that he’d wanted to try Nexava, at $10,000 per month or $333 per pill!   The pills seemed innocuous enough, but in under four days of half a pill per day my skin started to erupt so I politely discontinued it. Months later, long after I’d left the clinic, one of their nurses confided she was glad I had rejected it.  Why’s that?  Because every patient they’d put on it had died.

chemo 2 percent 2In this market you can understand why drug companies spend much more on marketing than research, something to bear in mind if you’re running marathons or going door to door collecting funds for them.

pharma-spending1But wherever consciousness is at work, an answer will present itself sooner or later, and that is the case here: a product called GcMAF.  GcMAF is a natural product we all carry in our bodies, so having more creates no side effects at all, and its isolation and manufacture is the result of 20 years research by a Dr Yamamoto.  I’ve been on it for three months already.  When I first started taking it, I had already been unable to yawn for about four months, as the tumours must have infiltrated the deep seated muscular mechanisms somehow.  It hurt!  Within two weeks I found I could yawn with only moderate pain, my diary at the time recording the suspicious note, “still some pain – could be false alarm”.  Pessimism notwithstanding, within one month I was yawning virtually without pain at all – a phenomenal reversal in only four weeks, of the disease’s progress over several months.

While I was attending the GcMAF clinic in Lausanne a bright and energetic woman from Toronto found in her second week that her abdominal tumours were no longer detectable via the daily ultrasound scans.  She had three small children at home who had all asked a stunned Father Christmas in his Grotto to make their mum better again.  Such indeed was the case, by Christmas day!  An understandably pessimistic fellow from the UK who’d tried numerous therapies on hs pancreatic tumours without success was watching them dissolve via the scans, but added ominously that there must be some mistake, because a surgeon in London had already told him it was impossible.  I only stayed a week, so I can’t say what became of him, but it looked very promising.

A measure of nagalase is therefore a very effective measure of tumour activity. The normal range measurement is .32 – .95 while mine was 3.8, on the 3rd of February.  I’ve had a sample taken every 2 weeks since then.  Nagalase is so new that the UK is totally bewildered by it.  It is utterly futile to expect a doctor trained a decade ago largely by pharma-sponsored courses, and inundated ever since with a flood of daily stresses, to know all about it.  Even among alternative clinics it is something new and not wholly understood.

The only place I could find to test it was in the Netherlands, and they take six weeks to turn it around.  Full of hope, I asked my GP’s office if they would take a sample from me, freeze it and send overnight via FedEx.  The nurse was perplexed: “But what colour container should we use?”  I said they could use a wine bottle for all I cared.  They declined, saying they had no equipment to freeze it, but the main sticking point seemed to be they didn’t want to risk sending it anywhere.  I said I would take it, freeze it and send it myself but they were horrified, since as you can imagine this violated every NHS rule ever written.

The hospital haematology department was more interested but it ended the same way: after asking for a full explanation of everything to do with nagalase they admitted the whole freezing and sending to people they didn’t know was too far beyond their ken.  That only left Wimpole Street and Harley Street to fill the market niche, at a suitable cost.  I only today received the first reading and can’t yet say if it’s going up or down.  Luckily I’m keeping track of everything I eat or inject, which means I should be able to duplicate successful lowerings and find the source of any unwelcome increases.  For all I know it may be falling like a stone; we’ll see in two weeks.

And so there we have it – it’s true that squamous cell carcinoma is notoriously difficult to eradicate, as it has a few other tricks up its sleeve, like “production of TNF inhibitors” to frustrate even a finely honed immune system.  But these, too, can be removed by a genius in Bavaria named Dr Rigdon Lentz, passing your blood through a customised dialysis process. The lucky thing here is that SCC is so dependent on these cameoflage agents that it responds dramatically to their removal, even in patients half dead from chemo.  It involves a stent in an artery which makes me somewhat queasy.

In a couple of weeks I’ll know which way things are going, and anyway Bavaria is rather pretty.. and their clinic seems to have a fresco on the front!

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Blame Where It’s Due Please, Mr Fry!

Generating mainstream press saturation this week in a way no amount of bombed refugees, human slavery or scientific analysis of the impossible 9/11 WTC building collapses could ever hope to achieve, English comedian Stephen Fry launched an astonishing tirade against God, revealing what he would ask at the Gates of Heaven:

In his imaginary conversation with God, Fry says he would tell him: “How dare you create a world in which there is such misery that is not our fault? It’s not right.

“It’s utterly, utterly evil. Why should I respect a capricious, mean-minded, stupid God who creates a world which is so full of injustice and pain?”

Pressed by Byrne over how he would react if he was locked outside the pearly gates, Fry says: “I would say: ‘bone cancer in children? What’s that about?’


So it’s not only Richard Dawkins accused of shaking his fist at sky fairies: an identical mental incoherence apparently stretches across a wide swathe of outspoken public figures.

Stephen Fry

Not in His image?

The whole thing couldn’t be simpler: the argument for the existence of God only has two sides.  Suppose for a moment that He exists, and you are obliged to credit Him at least with everything in the Universe that doesn’t bear man’s signature.

That would include the marvellous DNA (better than any man made storage device), the ribosome (a 3-D printer better and quicker than anything we made), the infinitely recyclable fuel called adenosine triphosphate (of which half our bodyweight is generated and used every day without even a thought from us – by engines which not only run faultlessly but run backwards when called for, converting surplus fuel into a useful electrical gradient!), the backwards facing retina with its faultless, decision-making, realtime microprocessor – butted seamlessly into its own immune system, coolant system and recycling depot (no other design could survive direct sunlight), the macrophages of our immune system designed to chase, grab (with eery tentacles), then consume and dismantle cancer cells, and so on practically infinitely.

We would credit Him with the wonder of birth, the instinctive love of a mother, society’s geniuses – still a mystery to us, the nourishing and protective mechanisms of the Earth in the freezing (and pitch black) vacuum of space.  Any ever labelled beautiful or awe-inspiring, including the scale of the Universe itself is down to forces beyond Man.  An impressive portfolio!

Is free will designed or random? It makes no difference to free will.  Once you accept free will, then even hypotheising a Creator, we take the blame for human trafficking, invasions, the Guantamo prison, Bush and Blair’s kidnap and torture programs, our wars for oil, the poisoning of the ecosystem, slavery, poverty, massive inequality, starvation, corruption, white phosphorous, napalm, atomic weapons, the sea of plastic, NATO’s chemtrails and so on.

All of these really horrible things bear our signature.  Each seemed like a pretty good idea to someone influenctial, attracted finances and support and eventually passed for normal, until we tolerated them or, for the sake of our sanity, pretended they don’t exist.  Proposing a God means our free will to criticise Him without any expectation of retribution, shows our autonomy, and therefore how much blame we shoulder.  It must be the height of idiocy to demand a God magically intervene to put right our errors, while demanding freedom to do and say exactly as we like.  If God is always to stop the result of natural laws before we reap the harvest of our own actions, then all learning becomes useless and our laws redundant; states of ignorance and of wisdom, law and chaos, maturity and immaturity become worth nothing.  What kind of Universe does Mr Fry want?

If one doesn’t believe in God it becomes simpler still: credit all this injustice to mankind and anything awe-inspiring in the natural world to random forces.  Supposing that, then the intellect we continually boast about and use to rule out any need for a God – has in a few decades made a colossal failure after millions of years of evolution.  We can only conclude random blind forces did a better job bringing us into existence than we did, creating a society riddled with misery.

Maybe Mr Fry should stop wasting his public voice and direct his anger instead at the politicians and mobsters – currently two indistinguishable groups – for these failures.  His intelligence, if resting contentedly and delighting in a world we know to be unjust and fatally flawed must be as tainted as the worst of the political criminal class.  His tirade to God seems more aimed at man!

As for bone cancer in children: Fry will find it is only partly because of our natural immune system (carrying us and our ancestors through billions of years of Earth’s history) heavily damaged by food grade plastics, parabens, benzine pollution, aspartame, chemical “therapies”, radiation, neurotoxic pesticides, glyphosate and genetically tampered profit-centred organism designs.  Apart from these unhelpful factors it is mainly due to our government putting hydrofluosilicic acid – a “highly toxic, unstable poison” – into both parent and offspring’s water for several generations after the horrendous massacres of the second world war (another thing we can thank governments for). HFA (a carcinogen so hazardous that spillages in industry require hazmat suits) accumulates in the growing bones, providing cases of osteocarcinoma for the forseeable future.  Credit where it’s due!

In an atheist’s tirade against the Almighty, is it really too much to expect a little common sense?

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A Scientist Visits Heaven

The following extracts are from Map of Heaven: A Neurosurgeon Explores the Mysteries of the Afterlife & The Truth About What Lies Beyond by Dr Eben Alexander, published by Piatkus; first quoted in the Daily Mail, October 19th, 2014

When I was a small boy, I was adopted. I grew up remembering nothing of my birth family and unaware that I had a biological sister, named Betsy. Many years later, I went in search of my biological family, but for Betsy it was too late: she had died.  This is the story of how I was reunited with her — in Heaven.

Before I start, I should explain that I am a scientist, who has spent a lifetime studying the workings of the brain.

Dr Eben Alexander says he was taken 'on a voyage through a series of realms' after he went into a coma when he was diagnosed with meningitis 

My adoptive father was a neurosurgeon and I followed his path, becoming an neurosurgeon myself and an academic who taught brain science at Harvard Medical School.  Although nominally a Christian, I was sceptical when patients described spiritual experiences to me.  My knowledge of the brain made me quite sure that out-of-body experiences, angelic encounters and the like were hallucinations, brought on when the brain suffered a trauma.

And then, in the most dramatic circumstances possible, I discovered proof that I was wrong. Six years ago, I woke up one morning with a searing headache. Within a few hours, I went into a coma: my neocortex, the part of the brain that handles all the thought processes making us human, had shut down completely.

At the time, I was working at Lynchburg General Hospital in Virginia, and I was rushed to the emergency room there. The doctors ascertained that I had contracted meningitis — a rare bacterial strain of E coli was in my spinal fluid and eating into my brain like acid. My survival chances were near zero.

I was in deep coma, a vegetative state, and all the higher functions of my brain were offline. Scans showed no conscious activity whatever — my brain was not malfunctioning, it was completely unplugged.  But my inner self still existed, in defiance of all the known laws of science.

Magical: He said he found himself as a speck of awareness on a butterfly wing, among pulsing swarms of millions of other butterflies

For seven days, as I lay in that unresponsive coma, my consciousness went on a voyage through a series of realms, each one more extraordinary than the last — a journey beyond the physical world and one that, until then, I would certainly have dismissed as impossible.

For thousands of years, ordinary people as well as shamans and mystics have described brief, wonderful glimpses of ethereal realms. I’m not the first person to have discovered that consciousness exists beyond the body.  What is unique in my case is that I am, as far as scientific records show, the only person to have travelled to this heavenly dimension with the cortex in complete shut-down, while under minute observation throughout.

There are medical records for every minute of my coma, and none of them show any indication of brain activity. In other words, as far as neuroscience can say, my journey was not something happening inside my head.  Plenty of scientists have a lot of difficulty with this statement. My experience undermines their whole belief system. But the one place I have found ready acceptance is in church, where my story often tallies with people’s expectations.

Even the deep notes of the church organ and the glorious colours of the stained glass seem to echo faintly the sights and sounds of Heaven.

 Here, then, is what I experienced: my map of Heaven.  After the blinding headache, when I had slipped into the coma, I gradually became aware of being in a primitive, primordial state that felt like being buried in earth.  It was, however, not ordinary earth, for all around me I sensed, and sometimes heard and saw, other entities.  It was partly horrific, partly comforting and familiar: I felt like I had always been part of this primal murk.

I am often asked, ‘Was this hell?’ but I don’t think it was — I would expect hell to be at least a little bit interactive, and this was a completely passive experience.  I had forgotten what it was even to be human, but one important part of my personality was still hard at work: I had a sense of curiosity. I would ask, ‘Who? What? Where?’ and there was never a flicker of response.

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The aim of some more intense religious practices is to encourage the development of a personality compatible with higher consciousness, within the span of a single lifetime (this is my own brain: image by Paul Strickland scanning centre)

After an expanse of time had passed, though I can’t begin to guess how long, a light came slowly down from above, throwing off marvellous filaments of living silver and golden effulgence.  It was a circular entity, emitting a beautiful, heavenly music that I called the Spinning Melody. The light opened up like a rip in the fabric of that coarse realm, and I felt myself going through the rip, up into a valley full of lush and fertile greenery, where waterfalls flowed into crystal pools.

There were clouds, like marshmallow puffs of pink and white. Behind them, the sky was a rich blue-black.  This world was not vague. It was deeply, piercingly alive, and as vivid as the aroma of fried chicken, as dazzling as the glint of sunlight off the metalwork of a car, and as startling as the impact of first love.

I know perfectly well how crazy my account sounds, and I sympathise with those who cannot accept it. Like a lot of things in life, it sounds pretty far-fetched till you experience it yourself.  There were trees, fields, animals and people. There was water, too, flowing in rivers or descending as rain. Mists rose from the pulsing surfaces of these waters, and fish glided beneath them.


Hindu icons bring beauty, love and music to the mind; a faint foretaste of Cosmic Consciousness

Like the earth, the water was deeply familiar. It was as though all the most beautiful waterscapes I ever saw on earth had been beautiful precisely because they were reminding me of this living water. My gaze wanted to travel into it, deeper and deeper.

This water seemed higher, and more pure than anything I had experienced before, as if it was somehow closer to the original source.  I had stood and admired oceans and rivers across America, from Carolina beaches to west coast streams, but suddenly they all seemed to be lesser versions, little brothers and sisters of this living water.

That’s not to denigrate the seas and lakes and thunderstorms that I’ve marvelled at throughout my life. It is simply to say that I now see all the earth’s waters in a new perspective, just as I see all natural beauties in a new way.  In Heaven, everything is more real — less dense, yet at the same time more intense.

Heaven is as vast, various and populated as earth is … in fact, infinitely more so. But in all this vast variety, there is not that sense of otherness that characterises our world, where each thing is alone by itself and has nothing directly to do with the other things around it.

Nothing is isolated in Heaven. Nothing is alienated. Nothing is disconnected. Everything is one.  I found myself as a speck of awareness on a butterfly wing, among pulsing swarms of millions of other butterflies. I witnessed stunning blue-black velvety skies filled with swooping orbs of golden light, angelic choirs leaving sparkling trails against the billowing clouds.

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The ecstasy of Saint Theresa: it’s hard to sum up an other-worldly experience using stone and metal, but inspired sculptors can do a pretty good job

Those choirs produced hymns and anthems far beyond anything I had ever encountered on earth. The sound was colossal: an echoing chant that seemed to soak me without making me wet.  All my senses had blended. Seeing and hearing were not separate functions. It was as if I could hear the grace and elegance of the airborne creatures, and see the spectacular music that burst out of them.

Even before I began to wonder who or what they were, I understood that they made the music because they could not contain it. It was the sound of sheer joy. They could no more hold it in than you could fill your lungs and never breathe out.

Simply to experience the music was to join in with it. That was the oneness of Heaven — to hear a sound was to be part of it. Everything was connected to everything else, like the infinitely complex swirls on a Persian carpet or a butterfly’s wing. And I was flying on that carpet, riding on that wing.

Above the sky, there was a vast array of larger universes that I came to call an ‘over-sphere’, and I ascended until I reached the Core, that deepest sanctuary of the Divine — infinite inky blackness, filled to overflowing with indescribable, unconditional love.

There I encountered the infinitely powerful, all-knowing deity whom I later called Om, because of the sound that vibrated through that realm. I learned lessons there of a depth and beauty entirely beyond my capacity to explain.  During this voyage, I had a guide. She was an extraordinarily beautiful woman who first appeared as I rode, as that speck of awareness, on the wing of that butterfly.


Notice the multiple layers of protection for the brain. Completely surrounded by a fluid which cushions it against shock and sudden movement, it also is wrapped in a tough leather jacket (the dura mater) followed by more cushioning layers underneath the skull. The skull is dome-shaped for protection, its joins are elongated and folded and re-folded for maxium surface area contact, and is further covered with skin and a layer of woolly padding, the hair. It’s as protected as you would expect, for the seat of life!

I’d never seen this woman before. I didn’t know who she was. Yet her presence was enough to heal my heart, to make me whole in a way I’d never known was possible. Her face was unforgettable. Her eyes were deep blue, and her cheekbones were high. Her face was surrounded by a frame of honey-brown hair.

She wore a smock, like a peasant’s, woven from sheer colour — indigo, powder-blue and pastel shades of orange and peach. When she looked at me, I felt such an abundance of emotion that, if nothing good had ever happened to me before, the whole of my life would have been worth living for that expression in her eyes alone.

It was not romantic love. It was not friendship. It was far beyond all the different compartments of love we have on earth. Without actually speaking, she let me know that I was loved and cared for beyond measure and that the universe was a vaster, better, and more beautiful place than I could ever have dreamed.

I was an irreplaceable part of the whole (like all of us), and all the sadness and fear I had ever suffered was a result of my somehow having forgotten this most central of facts.  Her message went through me like a breath of wind. It’s hard to put it into words, but the essence was this: ‘You are loved and cherished, dearly, for ever. You have nothing to fear. There is nothing you can do wrong.’


Jesus answered, “My kingdom is not of this world: if my kingdom were of this world, then would my servants fight, that I should not be delivered to the Jews: but now is my kingdom not from hence.” John 18:36

It was, then, an utterly wonderful experience.  Meanwhile, back on Earth, I had been in my coma for seven days and showing no signs of improvement. The doctors were just deciding whether to continue with life support, when I suddenly regained consciousness. My eyes just popped open, and I was back. I had no memories of my earthly life, but knew full well where I had been.

I had to relearn everything: who, what, and where I was. Over days, then weeks, like a gently falling snow, my old, earthly knowledge came back.

Words and language returned within hours and days. With the love and gentle coaxing of my family and friends, other memories emerged.  By eight weeks, my prior knowledge of science, including the experiences and learning from more than two decades spent as a neurosurgeon in teaching hospitals, returned completely. That full recovery remains a miracle without any explanation from modern medicine.


Amritsar temple: religious icons try to bring to mind, and make memorable, the beauty of another existence

But I was a different person from the one I had been. The things I had seen and experienced while gone from my body did not fade away, as dreams and hallucinations do. They stayed.  Above all, that image of the woman on the butterfly wing haunted me.

And then, four months after coming out of my coma, I received a picture in the mail.  As a result of my earlier investigations to make contact with my biological family, a relative had sent me a photograph of my sister Betsy — the sister I’d never known.  The shock of recognition was total. This was the face of the woman on the butterfly wing.  The moment I realised this, something crystallised inside me.

That photo was the confirmation that I’d needed. This was proof, beyond reproach, of the objective reality of my experience.  From then on, I was back in the old, earthly world I’d left behind before my coma struck, but as a genuinely new person.  I had been reborn.

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Mind, Body and Spirit

A study by Dr Anna Phillips, of the University of Birmingham, involving neutrophil – a white blood cell hungry for bacteria – found that grief in older people sabotaged the neutrophil’s ability to work properly, for weeks and months after the emotional shock of bereavement.  Interestingly the same kind of grief in younger people did not have the same effect.

This shows the close bond our body has with the mind.  Emotions are not remote factors to be ruled out in our mechanistic dissection of illness, they are woven so closely with cells that a healthy emotional state reflects throughout the tissues.  Back in the 1970’s, Dr Carl Simonton, a well-known cancer researcher, declared that all of his patients suffered a traumatic shock between six months and a year before the detection of the dread disease.  In the 1990’s, my father, a haematologist, pointed to research which showed that patients with a more positive outlook tended to have much better prognoses than those with a gloomy one.

The damaging impact of grief on the immune system could be traced to the disruption in the balance of two hormones, cortisol and dehydroepiandrosterone sulphate (DHEAS), involved in coping with stress.

In younger people the proportion of the two hormones remained balanced after the death of a loved one while in bereaved elderly, levels of cortisol were relatively high compared to the low levels of DHEAS.

DHEAS is known to counteract the harmful effects of cortisol in times of stress and protect the immune system, and its level declines with age.

“Cortisol is known to suppress elements of the immune system during times of high stress, so having an unbalanced ratio of cortisol and DHEAS is going to affect how able we are to ward off illness and infection when grieving,” said Professor Janet Lord, also from the University of Birmingham, a co-researcher on the study.

Evidence suggests other elements of the immune system might also be affected by bereavement, including T-cells and “natural killer cells”, which are important for fighting viral infections and cancer, the scientists believe.

Bruce Lipton, a geneticist who lectures on the mind and body connection points out that to combat the immune system’s tendency to digest transpanted organs, the patient is given stress hormones.  The stress hormones suppress the immune system – a phenomenal thing to consider,bearing in mind that life in our society is largely built upon layer after layer of stressful situations!  Lipton believes that it is the cell membrane, which detects the body’s emotional content via chemical signal receptors, which is the true brain of the cell.  In fact if you remove all the DNA from a cell, it will continue to live, move, react and avoid for months.


Beautiful choreography lessens the blues

In other news today, The Telegraph reports that sleeping pills have been linked to a 50% increased chance of Alzheimer’s.  The link is associated with as little as 3 months’ worth of ingesting the brain-changing chemicals diazepam and lorazepam.  Supporters of chemical medicine claim that these people may have already been involved in the downhill cascade to Alzheimer’s, which may well be true.

Nevertheless, common sense would dictate that tangling with brain chemistry, particularly in times of stress, is probably the worst thing we can do.  In our society we prefer chemicals to sunshine, gratitude, rest, nutrition, relaxation and affection.  Having no marketable value, and without the stunning kick in the pants that chemical medicine offers, these six essentials seem feeble and useless – but look beneath the surface and they create a beautiful choreography inside your cells.

Jennifer_Saunders__3004721bChemical medicine is reluctant to think about emotions and sunshine, because chemicals are a business model, and unlike chemicals, things that come free with this world can’t be patented and manufactured, and won’t make money.  One professor in Harley Street told me nutrition would have no effect at all on cancer.  Really? And how much training in nutrition do chemical salesmen have after seven years of medical school?  About an hour and a half.  So, an expert opinion then!

This attitude naturally filters down to the mass of people who reflexively look up to scientists, considering them to be better informed.  Jennifer Saunders, diagnosed with cancer in 2009 and taking a six month course of chemotherapy followed by tamoxifen, reports that she was actually told off for being positive!

The pic went in the papers, and for a few days it was news. And then, just as quickly, it was over. I made a statement via my agent that I had caught it early and now it was gone.

Surprisingly, I got lots of correspondence from people telling me it was a reckless statement and that cancer is never gone. That I was only in remission and it could come back at any time.

I was being told off for being positive! But as far as I was concerned, it was gone and the chances of it coming back were — and are — really small. You move on.

Positivity is the key.  Who can’t tell the difference between cheerful energy and sour pessimism, and which do we instinctively prefer?  This is a powerful motivator.  The current “Yes” campaign for Scotland’s independence often contrasts the cheerful faces of their campaigners with the hardened, serious faces of the “No” voters.  True or not, the impact is understood.  The “Yes” compaign is based on the optimism of freeing a whole country from a war-bound economy.  The “No” campaign is based soley on fear:

  • fear that companies will pull out of Scotland
  • fear that Britain will lose its global brand image of the Union flag
  • fear of losing control of Scotland’s massive energy reserves
  • fear of being unable to turn back
  • fear of Britain’s currency going downhill

And fear is indeed a powerful motivator.  IBM’s salesmen had a company policy of creating “fear, doubt and uncertainty” in the minds of prosepcts.  What would happen if they risked buying from a smaller vendor?  People’s normal, default state, is optimism.  Barring everyday phobias, when you see fear – especially large-scale fear – you know it has been somehow imposed from outside.  Fear is the basis on which politics is run today.  As Hermann Goering said at the Nuremberg trials after WWII:

Naturally, the common people don’t want war, but after all, it is the leaders of a country who determine the policy, and it is always a simple matter to drag people along whether it is a democracy, or a fascist dictatorship, or a parliament, or a communist dictatorship.

Voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders.  This is easy.  All yuo have to do is tell them they are being attacked, and denounce the pacifists for lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger.  It works the same in every country.

The first thing a chemical salesman will do when dealing with a cancer patient is instil the fear that without the vital chemicals, the body will be overrun and succumb.  In this process the patient is encouraged to pass responsibility for their body to a confident professional. Patients always have misgivings about this, because a small voice inside them, which they have been conditioned to ignore as meaningless, tells them they are no entering very dangerous ground.

In reality, patients who never consult a chemical doctor at all – either through ignorance of their own condition, or deliberately avoiding the corporate nature of chemical medicine – statistically fare much better than those who do – one doctor quoted a survival period 12 times greater, and many autopsies reveal the presence of cancers completely unknown to the deceased.  Positivity has a different effect entirely – research cited elsewhere on this blog showed that patients who visualised their tumours being digested by the body had much longer survival times than control groups.

YES campaign

Salmond vs Prescott: even the colours reflect the emotion – placid blue, insistent red.

The link between positivity and success is evident in the career of Lewis Hamilton, surely the unluckiest driver of this year.  Having experienced dramatic brake failure, electrical failure, an exploding engine, having his Monaco qualifying sabotaged by a mistake by his teammate, being puntured off the circuit by another mistake from his teammate, and even having to start from the back of the grid (still managing to finish 3rd) in his quest for the championship this season, he began the most recent race in Monaco with a software failure that ruined his start.  he could only watch as cars roared off into the distance, including that of his teammate, who has experienced almost no reliability problems this year.

Lewis Hamilton at Italian GP

Lewis Hamillton: wheels of fire

Instead of giving up at having lost his hard-won pole position, he clawed his way back up from 4th and finally, through a superb piece of luck – a mistake from his teammate, who went off at the chicane – won the race.  I remember a charity kart race in Stephenage many years ago in which our team raced against Hamilton’s – he must have been barely 10 at the time, but still looked every inch the professional, racing with metronomic precision in a bright white racing suit and a look of earnest modesty at the end.  When he first met Ron Dennis, he said, “I want to drive your cars one day.”  No doubt an amusing thing to hear even from a very talented child, but watching him race today, you see the kind of spirit which has carried him forward.

So keep positive, think of the best, believe in yourself, and stay well!

Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.

Philippians 4:8

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