“I finally see what it means when the book says, “The meek will inherit the earth.” They are all that is left after the arrogance falls. ” S Wilde
Years ago, I wrote that we are like mice scurrying about in a garden. The cats sit on the roof and watch us; they control our lives. They are the transdimensional ghouls that control the subconscious mind of this planet in secret, and then there are their human representatives, who are possessed by the ghouls, often without knowing it. Those people act as prison guards over us. We are in a slave camp under a dual domination––human and non-human.
I knew by the mid 90s that one day someone would have to make a run for it. At first, I naively thought I’d act as a guard for the first ‘runner’. After the mid-90s I kept watching everyone I met. I’d look them in the eye to see if they had the knowledge and the courage to become the bolter. I searched through ten thousand people or more. Some might have had the knowledge but they didn’t have the courage, and some had courage but no tenacity.
Most were too cozy or too scared, or they were too self-obsessed or ineffectual to be any good. Many would talk about themselves endlessly, pontificating, but they would never lift a finger to help. I remember one chap, a spiritual teacher, a back belt, martial arts master, announcing in a loud voice to a group that he would stand with me shoulder-to-shoulder to the very end.
I was a bit embarrassed by the way he was showing off. I said, “Thank you Sir, I have very few allies.” The next day, I looked round and he was gone, off to a Tantra temple for a bit of ceremonial bonking. I never heard from that man ever again, not one word. Funny eh?
I never found the bolter; she found me. It was March 2001—the Morph had arrived, beings walked through the walls, the world went soapy-looking and a massive “Q” hundreds of yards wide appeared in the sky for eight hours over the house I owned in Australia. In May of that year, the bolter and I started our run.
I thought I was protecting her but I soon saw that she was protecting me just as much, if not more. It was a combined operation. In certain types of perception and situations, she was way faster than me, and in other forms, I was faster than her. Between the two of us we made a good team. One slept, the other stayed awake and so forth.
You have to imagine two journeys at once. One across an inner world that is utterly demonic and the other across this physical plane, so, we were chased by ghouls in both worlds all the way.
The ghouls can enter the mind of any human and influence him or her to attack haphazardly for no reason at all. The person doesn’t really know why they are doing it. Semi-trucks would cross the road to wipe us out, six on one day at the height of it. Spooky men would attack in bars, getting furious at two strangers that had not said a word. They would come for us. We’d stand our ground.
Usually they would back off but a few times they didn’t. The girl is five foot two and one hundred and ten pounds but I never once saw her back down. She was always there, front foot forward, fists up. I can’t tell you much about her, she is a very private person, but I will say she’s jolly brave and very fast.
We had a lot of help. With the “Q” came an eye, a very beautiful female eye. We’d lay in meditation and watch it. It would show us what to do and where to go, and if there was extreme danger it would appear suddenly, even when we had our eyes open, hovering in front of us. In those moments, the eye would go really spooky-looking as a warning to us, and then it would show us what was coming up the street or round the next corner. Usually I drove and the girl watched with her eyes shut. We ran at night and hid by day. We did that for one hundred and sixteen days.
Twice we fought a full-on war with the flying ghouls—once at Tudela in northern Spain and then at La Napoule, near Cannes, in France. Imagine the sky suddenly full of sixty to a hundred flying objects, UFOs of various shapes, all going crazy chasing you, trying to harm you.
I had no respect for them in the end, I’d give them the middle-finger and I’d drop my jeans and moon them. The celestial forces had given us a form of flying triangle; it fired off the left wrist, acting like a boomerang. It would lob through the air as if guided and whack the ghouls and bring them down. The ghouls had never seen one of their own bought down. It scared them and made them crazy. They attacked all the more.
Then a wobbly snowball-looking vortex appeared getting closer and stronger all the time. With it came a gravitational anomaly that vibrated one’s leg uncontrollably. My friend fell into an enchanted sleep like a coma. I was really frightened. I shook her and screamed in her ear but she didn’t hear me. I thought she was dead.
Eventually, later that night, I went down a very tight tube and I got sucked out of the ghouls’ land and out of 3-D, into a new universe, another dimension. It was the most frightening moment of my life. Eventually, I came back. It took eight hours. I couldn’t find my legs for a bit. I fell over and through the floor. Later my friend came out of the coma. That sure was a rainy night in Georgia, I’m telling you––never been through anything like that before or since.
Once the hole was breeched I thought the war was over. Not so. The ghouls went ballistic. They knew intuitively their end would now come. Beings started to pour into this world—celestial ones. We called them ‘Tall Boys’. Not many at first, but more later. Meanwhile, we had to make the journey back across the ghouls’ land to be fully restored in 3-D. That took a further thirty months. It was the worse hell one could ever imagine. We were getting whacked all the way; at times we were close to suicidal.
You see, going in, we had a lot of speed and the element of surprise; the ghouls never expected two humans to make a run for it. Further, we had a lot of help from the celestial transdimensional beings that wanted us to succeed. We couldn’t have done it without them. As much as we tried to fool the ghouls, we couldn’t shake them very often. The beings helped enormously—teaching us new tricks, hiding us at times, sending the ghouls round the wrong way in error.
We initially got through to the other world in one hundred and sixteen days, but the way back was long and hard and very different. It was as if now, the demonic had a good fix on our exact position and everything nasty in the human shadow and all the flying ghouls were there to greet us. The journey back was thirty months of hell with the ghouls tormenting us all the way. But the ‘eye in the sky’ that we called Sheesh, was always there. She never let us down. At times, unbeknown to us, we seemed to sucker the ghouls out of hiding. They’d chase us; we’d run wherever instructed, and the celestial forces would lay traps for them.
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