Wednesday, 14 January 2015

These Dark Satanic Mills - Part One


And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green:
And was the holy Lamb of God,
On England's pleasant pastures seen?

And did the 
Countenance Divine,
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here,
Among these dark Satanic Mills?

Bring me my Bow of burning gold;
Bring me my Arrows of desire:
Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold!
Bring me my Chariot of fire!

I will not cease from Mental Fight,
Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand:
Till we have built Jerusalem,
In England's green & pleasant Land

-William Blake


This post is dedicated to the children.  To the vast numbers of children both here in Britain and worldwide who have had their innocence and lives stolen, deeply and irrevocably wounded both physically and spiritually by a well-funded and carefully organized covert system of abusers.  This abuse that these children have suffered is systemic, endemic and unimaginably horrific.  And it is still going on today.  Each year at least hundreds of thousands of children go missing worldwide, and that number is at best a disturbingly conservative estimate.  These estimates vary, depending on the strategies and agendas of those compiling the data.  Many of these children vanish without a trace and are never seen again.  With this in mind, this post is also dedicated to the countless families who have been shattered and ruined by such unimaginable losses.  Families who have often attempted to uncover the truth about their missing loved ones, only to be thwarted at every turn by the governments, agencies and groups who are ostensibly tasked with protecting them.  This dedication is heartfelt and earnest, painfully so. 

I personally know people who as children suffered varying forms of abuse at the hands of those who were supposed to nurture and protect them – abusers who were supposed to be their champions and not their defilers, or apologists and accomplices of those defilers.  Such acts against children constitute the desecration of our most sacred vocation as adult human beings.  It is a desecration more unholy than we have yet to truly fathom.  But it is my belief that the truth can never be fully destroyed.  It can never be totally suppressed.  Colonized though we are by myriad sinister forces, we keep the truth alive in a number ways, in fiction and fable, in marginalized information, and at the very fringes of our thought or deed.  I believe in the ferocity, genius and love of the unconquered human heart.  Even in chains, and hopeless by all outward appearances, we humans still refute futility, we still deny nihilism.  Even here on our knees before our various oppressors, in this unpalatably familiar position, we are secretly plotting our spiritual emancipation.  I believe it with every fibre of my being.  I know it with the same certainty that I know the elite predator-classes of our world fear us, even as they consume us.  We are what we eat.  And they eat what they fear.  They eat us because we are powerful, and they fear us because we are powerful. There is liberation in this knowledge, and efficacy.


NEGATING NEGATION

Writing a post like this, for me, is no easy task.  Because the subject of this post – systemic and organised child abuse committed by those with money, power and influence – is so inconceivably dark, tainted with such stygian spiritual blackness, that even the very bravest dare not look at it directly for too long.  And those who are brave enough feel a near physical revulsion and an urge to look away.  I understand that completely.  I’m no different.  I find it just as horrifying.  And yet truth-tellers of varying kinds have been trying to elucidate pieces and fragments of this appalling story for a very, very long time.  If the human race, teetering now on the edge of the Abyss, is to pull itself back from that precarious brink, then the truth must come to the surface.  In order for any true healing to begin, the source and nature and incubating factors of the illness must first be truly recognized.  Others have put this notion far more elegantly and succinctly than I can – that sometimes in order to get to Heaven you have to first pass willingly through Hell.  In order to achieve integration, insight and spiritual health one must sometimes embark upon a willing voyage into a psycho-social underworld, where marginalized narratives, unknown atrocities and disparate fragments of selfhood can be illuminated, in effort towards the priceless wisdom of the collective as well as the individual.  

Here in Britain since September 2012 the growing claims of alleged ‘historical child sex abuse’ perpetrated by the rich and powerful have been gaining unprecedented attention in both the mainstream and alternative media.  The Metropolitan Police and Crown Prosecution Services investigations into these organised abuse networks have been given a number of names; the most well known among them being Operation Yewtree, and more recently Operation Midland.  But these are not the only official investigations that have been conducted by Scotland Yard concerning claims of high-level organised child abuse within the British military-industrial complex and its entertainment affiliates.  We will return to these operations later in this post.  From this writer’s perspective the truth of this incendiary subject is so staggeringly byzantine, baroque and inhuman – it is so far beyond what most people imagine as possible, let alone plausible – that the majority of its perpetrators and organisers go unseen, unacknowledged and unchallenged. 

This post is speculative and not intended to be an unassailable document of objectivity.  What it is intended to be is my best research and insight, from my own subjective and individual perspective.  But know this:  I take what I write here very, very seriously.  This is a subject I feel very strongly about, as I believe others should too – because this is real corruption and perversion being committed in this county, and worldwide, at the very highest levels of power.  These are real atrocities occurring behind the smokescreen of money, politics and influence.  These are real children being abused here, on a scale that would haunt any sane and loving human being.  Now, I don’t expect anyone to unquestioningly accept the notions and insights that I’m presenting in this post, because the topic itself is so frightening and saddening, and because some of the connections I make here might seem to stretch credulity to breaking point.  But all I’m trying to do here is offer my best contribution.  I am not going to be someone who stays silent when he knows he should speak.  The lives of our children are at risk from a very real and pernicious institutional threat.  What I would hope for is that anyone reading this who finds themselves shaken or awoken by what I’m describing is also equally stirred to do their own research, to explore these insights and notions from their own varying perspectives, difficult and unsettling though it may be.  I have a creed I try to live by.  It’s one I continually try to explore from various angles here at Amid Night SunsBe a voice for the voiceless, protect the children, the weak and wounded – and try to empower as many people as you can.


KNIGHT AND COMMANDER

It was during September 2012 that information concerning high-level organised child abuse began to seep into the mainstream public consciousness here in Britain.  Revelations concerning a name that has now become infamous the world over – Sir Jimmy Savile OBE, KCSG.  (Most Excellent Order of the British Empire, Knight Commander of the Order of St Gregory the Great).  For those readers who were not raised in Britain the true visibility, legacy and influence of Sir Jimmy Savile might be lost on you, and a little background may be required.  At the most basic level of this labyrinthine story Sir James Wilson Vincent Savile was an English radio DJ, children’s television presenter, charity fundraiser and all-round media darling.  His career began in earnest during the late fifties and early sixties when he started working for Radio Luxembourg and then for Tyne Tees Television co-presenting a music programme called Young at Heart.  He soon went on to present the launching episode of the BBCs Top of the Pops in 1964.  It was this extremely popular show that revolutionised pop music in Britain and around the world, and Savile would remain its longest-running presenter, contributing regularly to the programme for twenty years.  During this time Savile hosted a number of other high-profile television events, and would associate directly with some of the most famous names in music, including The Beatles.  Aside from pop stars and musicians he became very close associates and a personal friend and confidante to some of the most powerful names among the British Establishment, including high-ranking politicians and police officers, former and active intelligence agents, then Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher and several members of the British Royal Family.  

So close were his ties with these people that he often dined with them, vacationed with them and spent time with them at private resorts outside of the public limelight.  Every single one of these powerful members of the British Establishment claims no knowledge or complicity in Savile’s truly monstrous crimes that came to light after his death in 2011.  This claim to ignorance and non-complicity is patently absurd and demonstrably untrue.  This ‘man’ Savile, this entity, is now officially considered Britain’s most notorious and prolific paedophile, and necrophiliac, having abused over 450 living people, most of them children.  That staggering figure, and its context, does not easily fit into a rational human mind.  Scotland Yard’s Operation Yewtree, an official police inquiry into the unprecedented scope of Savile’s crimes, investigated over thirty accounts of rape and hundreds of accounts of sexual abuse against children as young as five years old.  I state here with absolute conviction that Savile could not have committed these unimaginable atrocities, and gotten away with it, without a very organised and covert support network. 

We are not talking about a lone degenerate ambling through the British landscape, exploiting and raping children as and when he came upon them, we’re talking about someone who was considered ‘untouchable’ for over fifty years by various police and government authorities precisely because of the company he kept.  We’re talking about a man considered a British luminary and one of the most visible and permanent fixtures of this country for over half a century.  As a child growing up in Thatcherite Britain, Jimmy Savile was a permanent part of my formative years.  From 1975 to 1994 Savile hosted Jim’ll Fix It, a wildly popular television show where he read out letters from children from all over the country, and handpicked some of these children to make their ‘dreams come true’, no matter how odd or implausible.  Unless you grew up here, I cannot really begin to describe or convey to you just how unsettling and brazen this man really was.  For the course of his entire career he would make implicit and explicit references to under-age sex in many of his radio and television programmes.  He frequently alluded to under-age sex and paedophilia in his autobiography, on guest-panels and in interviews.  Many of these comments and sick jokes are still freely available to view on YouTube and other video-hosting websites.  Here's a seemingly innocuous video that you should, if your intuition is functioning correctly, find utterly chilling.  


And here's another.  Yet despite all this he was championed by the Establishment, often lauded as a hero and a ‘protector of children’ through his various charities and his work with hospitals all across the country.  Personally speaking, as a young teen I would often discuss with my friends just how disturbing Savile’s public persona really was.  This was not a man who presented a carefully-cultivated mask of congeniality and warmth to hide behind.  I didn’t have a single friend at the time who found Savile anything less than disturbing, though it became something of a dark, awful joke to them, and I naively found myself continually shocked that they weren’t as permanently incensed by his presence as I was.  An alarming number of Savile’s television cohorts and fellow BBC DJs have now been revealed as dangerous rapists and sexual predators, and thusly convicted.  But there are other high-profile names and BBC employees who were arrested by Operation Yewtree, often with information linking them to Savile, but for whom all charges were dropped for ‘lack of evidence’.  The names of the convicted offenders include: pop star Gary Glitter, BBC DJ Dave Lee Travis, publicist for the rich and famous Max Clifford, BBC chauffeur David Smith, BBC DJ Chris Denning, former BBC DJ and music mogul Jonathan King, and a self-confessed close friend of Savile; musician, children’s entertainer and royal darling Rolf Harris CBE (Commander of the Most Excellent Order of the British Empire).


DARK FREQUENCIES

For those curious as to the close working relationships that Savile and many of the accused and convicted had to the BBC, the British Broadcasting Corporation, I’ll offer this bit of interesting history.  The BBC is the oldest national broadcaster in the world, and the largest.  It is funded primarily through license fees paid for by the British public and was established under a Royal Charter.  Its official history claims it was first founded in 1922 by Sir John Charles Walsham Reith, a former Captain in the Royal Marines and a former secretary for the British Conservative Party.  Since its inception the BBC has been run from Broadcasting House in London, where Jimmy Savile worked for decades.  The building was intended to showcase works of art by a sculptor named Eric Gill.  The most famous of these works is the BBCs flagship sculpture over the entrance to the building: Prospero and Ariel.  It is the depiction of a naked child holding a flute, pressing himself suggestively against a robed and bearded old man.  The depiction is supposedly an interpretation of characters from William Shakespeare’s The Tempest, in which the bearded old man represents Prospero; a powerful magician and sorcerer who enslaves a spirit named Ariel to do his bidding.  The other figure in Gill’s sculpture supposedly represents this enslaved spirit, depicted here for some reason as a naked child.  When the Prospero and Ariel sculpture was first completed a controversy reportedly occurred regarding the child’s oversized phallus, and the sculpture had to later be modified.  Other statues by Gill on display at Broadcasting House include depictions of a naked Ariel as the Pied Piper playing his flute to groups of entranced and cavorting children.  In 1989 it became common knowledge that Eric Gill, the BBCs first commissioned artist, was a paedophile who sexually abused his own children, maintained an incestuous relationship with his sister and performed sexual acts on the family dog.  The BBC claimed no knowledge of Gill’s true predilections, but when asked by various parties to remove the offending sculptures that adorn Broadcasting House the BBC swiftly declined.  They remain there to this day. 


NATIONAL SECURITIES

It is well known among credible and dedicated alternative researchers, as well as the more informed members of the mainstream media, that the BBC is and always has been the entertainment and public relations annexe of the British military-intelligence community.  This is not mere speculation, it is fact.  Since its inception the BBC has worked intimately with and as an extension of both the Directorate of Military Intelligence Section 5 (MI5) and Military Intelligence Section 6, better known as the Secret Intelligence Service (MI6) – the domestic and international espionage sections of British Intelligence, respectively.  It’s my belief, and the belief of many others, that the interlocking networks of organised child abusers within the British Establishment are ultimately controlled and administrated by powerful covert factions within this country’s Directorate of Military Intelligence, in league with similar factions within the Metropolitan Police Service, the Crown Prosecution Service, various groups affiliated with the British Social Services, and other Church, corporate and lobbying interests.  A wild and wholly unsubstantiated claim?  Not at all.  While such a notion of widespread corruption encompassing systemic covert abuse of children might appear to you at first glance to be little more than a ludicrous ‘conspiracy theory’, the facts unfortunately support it. 

Careful research by any discerning truth-seeker will point to a myriad factors and unsavoury connections linking British military-intelligence to exactly the kinds of reprehensible crimes that we are discussing. Sir Jimmy Savile OBE, this country’s most prolific child abuser, was close friends with many of these people – with judges, police officers, politicians, intelligence agents and even royalty.  Think of the absolutely rigorous and extensive vetting of Savile that MI5 would have undertaken before even allowing him anywhere near a cabinet-level politician, let alone a member of the British royal family.  This would have happened as a matter of course, as it is standard procedure and in the interests of British national security to conduct thorough background checks on anyone intending to come within close proximity of those in this country with true political power.  And this vetting process would not have been a one-time deal.  It would have been periodic and ongoing, as is also standard security procedure.   Think about that.  Really think about it.  Think about the awful context such knowledge illuminates when seriously considered for even a few minutes.  Personally speaking, I know it’s frightening to think for even a moment that this might actually be going on.  But the truth, the real truth, is often far darker than our oppressions and exploitations can allow us to recognize.  You don’t have to accept the ideas presented here, not at all.  You can argue them if you wish.  Challenge these notions if you find them intellectually abhorrent.  I’m not here to do your thinking for you.  But I will not be dissuaded from speaking what I believe and know to be the truth.  Speaking the truth is often frightening and disturbing, especially to those who have spent their lives within a completely engineered world-view.  But speaking the truth as you best understand it is always, always necessary…now so more than ever.                                  
If you still doubt that Britain’s intelligence services are indeed complicit in Savile’s sickening crimes against innocent children, then consider this: similar vetting procedures are also run on those in the political public sphere.  I mean to say that comparable background checks of high profile politicians are periodically undertaken because to do otherwise would obviously pose a serious threat with both national and international security implications.  Thus, as well as being complicit in the crimes of Sir Jimmy Savile, forces within MI5 and MI6 are equally complicit in the sex abuse crimes of high-level politicians and Ministers of Parliament such as Conservative Party Councillor Roger Talboys, Conservative MP Harvey Proctor, former Labour Party Councillor and Lord Mayor Nicholas Green, Liberal Party MP and Mayor of Rochdale Sir Cyril Smith MBE…and the list literally goes on and on and on.  

In the case of Sir Cyril Smith MBE, after his various abuses of children came to light – after his death when no charges could be brought, conveniently – the Metropolitan Police hurried to claim that an extensive dossier documenting the allegations of abuse at the hands of the former Rochdale Mayor were ‘lost’ during the mid-seventies, whilst this powerful man was still alive and highly active in British politics.  But in reality, according to a former Special Branch police officer at the time, this ‘lost’ dossier was handed over to MI5, never to be seen again.  This Special Branch officer believes that a cover up indeed took place.  He also discloses that the then Director of Public Prosecutions had examined the dossier and found the detailed allegations to be “not in the public interest”.  Not in the public interest?   Or not in the interests of the abusers themselves, and the powerful factions within MI5 and Scotland Yard that administrated such networks?  It should be noted here that Sir Cyril Smith MBE was a close friend of Sir Jimmy Savile OBE. 

A similar incident occurred in 1983 when then Home Secretary Leon Brittan was handed a dossier detailing evidence of a VIP paedophile ring of cabinet-level offenders operating within the heart of Westminster.  Brittan first claimed no recollection of such a dossier, but then changed his story, claiming he in fact did recall the dossier and handed it in to a Home Office official, who was also his private secretary Sir Brian Cubbon; a man with close ties to both MI5 and MI6.  This document was also mysteriously 'lost'.  Let me make things painfully clear here.  The number of Ministers of Parliament in this county convicted of rape and sexual abuse of children, as well as possession of child pornography, is disturbingly vast.  Why might this be?  Why the preponderance of paedophilia among Britain’s highest-ranking politicians?  As unsavoury and nauseating as the mere question may be, it deserves real consideration if we are to take the protection of Britain’s children seriously.  This is not something happening in some far-away, abstracted place.  This is right at our door.  And unfortunately it is far darker and far deeper than any of the horrors that have already come to light in the last two years.  This ‘lost’ dossier is connected to the recent Scotland Yard investigations codenamed Operation Midland and the larger Operation Fairbank, looking into allegations concerning the possible murder of several children in connection with this VIP paedophile ring within Westminster.  But again, these revelations are simply the now-visible edges of an exceptionally dark practice that has been going on in this country – in my personal opinion – for at least well over a century.


NOR SHALL MY SWORD SLEEP

I believe that what we have been witnessing in the mainstream British press in the last two years are the beginnings of a sea-change in public opinion, an awakening and rebellion of sorts.  Or, more pointedly, the beginnings of an insurrection.  The British public are beginning to realize in ever-increasing numbers just how deeply and spectacularly they have been lied to by their own government and media Establishment, and they are slowly beginning to grasp that very little of what comes from the official mouthpieces with regards to organised child abuse is true or well-intentioned.  They’re beginning to see how lies are being covered with yet more lies and that none of it makes any sense.  The more extreme, nonsensical and right-wing aspect of conspiracy research has always been filled with individuals using their alternative-media platforms to voice their own particular diatribes of hate and intolerance; be it homophobia, anti-semitism or any other kind of bigotry and racial prejudice.  It’s these extremists that have long coloured alternative research as a whole – in the eyes of the mainstream - as the province of the lunatic fringe.  But that opinion is slowly changing.  And it’s not just the general public who are asking more difficult questions, it is members within the establishment itself.  The mainstream media is slowly beginning to deploy more sophistication, subtlety and nuance when sorting the wheat from the chaff with regards to truth-seeking in this area.  Journalists, politicians and police officers who previously supported the status quo and the official line on virtually everything are beginning to recognize that something very large and very dark is happening here, and are going on record anonymously or otherwise to say so.  This is very encouraging.  Will it last though?  Only time will tell. 

Journalists in both the mainstream and alternative communities are beginning to ask tougher questions and digging deeper into the abuse perpetrated at children’s care homes all across the country, and not immediately accepting the inevitably soft verdicts of the official investigations.  To put a finer point on it, how does one approach or contextualize investigations into Establishment corruption when they are invariably conducted by the Establishment itself?  How does one confirm or verify sources or allegations when the groups investigating are often accused of being complicit in those original crimes?  As the spectacular evidence begins to mount and the marginalized voices begin to speak out, the public and the press are beginning to realize that no longer can anything be taken at face value or on good faith with regards to the official line on covert and organised child abuse occurring in our country.  This is by no means a complete reversal of stance by the mainstream press, but it is encouraging.

Haut de la Garenne was a children’s care home in Jersey that received widespread media attention concerning the various abuses that went on there, including possible ritual murder.  But the investigation was shut down by Metropolitan Police chiefs after concluding – wrongly in my opinion – that while terrible abuses had indeed occurred no children were actually murdered there.  The official investigation into Haut de la Garenne was a complete travesty and an intentional whitewash, to hide the fact that it was – like many of the care homes connected to the scandal – used as a hub for the illegal sex trafficking of children all across the country.  Before his death Sir Jimmy Savile denied ever visiting Haut de la Garenne, but had to recant his lie when photographic evidence emerged of him at the care home pictured with a large group of children.  The truth of what went on there will probably never completely come to light, but claims of ritualistic murder have now been swept aside as ludicrous despite certain corroborating details by witnesses and those abused.  There are dozens of other care homes with similar histories to the one in Jersey that received the widest media attention.  Allegations of organised child sex abuse at the Kincora Boys Home in Belfast, Northern Ireland first surfaced in 1980 in an article published by the Irish Independent.  Arrests were made during the subsequent investigation.  During this time the current affairs magazine Private Eye claimed that high-ranking members of the Whitehall civil service and senior military officials were involved in the sexual abuse of the children there.  An independent inquiry was set up by the Northern Ireland Secretary of State in 1982, but the inquiry later collapsed when several members resigned because they believed the Royal Ulster Constabulary had failed to carry out the investigation effectively.  A third inquiry was later set up that proved to be an equal travesty and whitewash.  Here’s what the former Mayor of London Ken Livingstone had to say on the Kincora Boys Home abuse scandal, whilst calling on the Home Secretary to extend the British Government inquiry:
    “MI5 weren’t just aware of child abuse at Kincora Boys’ Home – they were monitoring it. They were getting pictures of a judge in one case, politicians, a lot of the Establishment of Northern Ireland going in and abusing these boys.”   


This sad and familiar story is one repeated at dozens of children’s care homes across the country, including the North Wales care homes scandal – where inquiries into claims of organised abuse are set up and then intentionally hampered to stop well-meaning investigators and police officers from doing their jobs properly.  It’s a frustrating cycle of obfuscation encountered by countless abuse investigators and police officers attempting to bring these horrors to light and seek justice for the abuse victims and their families. 

Case in point, due to unprecedented pressure on the British Home Secretary Theresa May to establish an independent inquiry into historic child sex abuse within government and other institutions the Independent Panel Inquiry into Child Sex Abuse was announced in July 2014.  But only a week later the designated chair of the inquiry Baroness Butler-Sloss announced she would be standing down after it emerged that her brother Sir Michael Havers was appointed Attorney General by Margaret Thatcher in 1979 and intervened on more than one occasion during the eighties to stop the exposure of high-ranking government paedophiles and their links to the now infamous Paedophile Information Exchange.  This is the farce that passes for independent inquiry concerning one of the most devastating issues in modern British politics.  After Butler-Sloss stepped down as chairperson Fiona Woolf was eventually selected to replace her, but she too was forced to step down after her social ties to former Home Secretary Leon Brittan emerged in the mainstream press.  Brittan is the individual I mentioned earlier, at the centre of the mysteriously vanishing dossier detailing a VIP cabinet-level paedophile ring in 1983.  Another farce and another travesty of justice.  Labour MP Simon Danczuk, an early campaigner for investigations into the child sex abuse scandal, had this to say on the whole sordid affair: 
     “I don't know what world she inhabits but where I come from if you've been to dinner at somebody's home and vice versa then you're relatively close - you'd consider them friends.  […]  One mistake is forgivable... to make the same mistake twice looks like they're out to protect Leon Brittan.  I don't buy the view that you can't choose someone to chair this inquiry who is not connected to Leon Brittan and yet the government seem to have been insistent on choosing chairpeople who are very much establishment, very much connected to people involved."
       
Well, of course.  As I said before, how are we to contextualize or judge investigations into crimes allegedly perpetrated or enabled by those connected to the people conducting the investigation?  The truth is not difficult to understand here.  The simple fact is that the widespread and organised covert abuse of children by forces within our own government is so horrific and incendiary that if even a fraction of the full truth was ever revealed it would bring the oligarchs and power-elites of this country to their knees.  It would, to be quite frank, spark a dangerous revolution where ordinary citizens took to the streets en-masse and angrily demanded answers.  This is what those complicit and culpable in this nightmare fear the most.  This is obvious to anyone who has paid the slightest bit of attention to the true depth and scope of this scandal.  In December of 2014 Home Secretary Theresa May was ‘reconsidering arrangements’ for the Independent Panel Inquiry into Child Sex Abuse and stated that the panel might have to be abandoned, perhaps setting up a statutory inquiry or establishing a Royal Commission.  A Royal Commission?  So the Home Secretary is considering plans to further entrench this supposedly impartial inquiry even deeper within the Establishment power-structure of this country.  The British Royal Family, who, it should be further reiterated, were very close friends with Sir Jimmy Savile OBE – Britain’s most prolific known child abuser – and who are no strangers to sexual abuse rumours and paedophilia allegations themselves.  

Another case in point, the recent re-emergence of the Prince Andrew sex-slave claims filed in the United States by Virginia Roberts.  Miss Roberts claims that she was forced to have under-age sex with the Duke of York on multiple occasions, through sex parties organised by Prince Andrew’s close friend the convicted paedophile and billionaire financier Jeffrey Epstein.  Prince Andrew continued to maintain a friendship with Epstein despite his trial, conviction and prison sentence.  Regardless of the truth behind these sex-slave claims, what is a member of the British Royal Family doing continuing a close friendship with a convicted paedophile who also happens to be one of the most powerful financiers in the United States?  It’s not just the Duke of York affected by such allegations either, other prominent members of the royal family have been dogged by less public rumours of abuse, paedophilia, corruption and violence for many, many years.  The Windsors are steeped in rumour and allegations of sexual scandal going back to before the Second World War.  Whether such less public rumours are true or not remains to be seen.  At the very least, the British Royal family and high-ranking members of the government, military and media all seem to keep very strange and disturbing company, and immediately close ranks to protect one another when events like these child abuse scandals begin to noticeably affect the public consciousness.             

Part Two of this essay will delve into more speculative and esoteric insights regarding the wider context of these child sex abuse scandals, as well as more potentially disturbing links to Sir Jimmy Savile, and will hopefully highlight odd connections and facts linking what is currently happening in this country to events and societal forces going all the way back to pre-war and even Victorian London.  

(To Be Continued...)

Thursday, 18 December 2014

The Innermost Chronicles - Keys of Further


Welcome back to Amid Night Suns, and to the third vision in the Innermost Chronicles series.  I wish you all Happy Holidays and a Merry Xmas.  I mean it sincerely, but it might seem cold comfort considering all the madness and horror going on in the world at the moment -- religious fundamentalism, corporate profiteering, war, murder and mayhem.  It’s so huge and complex and disturbing that our minds can scarcely bear to look at it all directly, let alone even begin to process or make sense of it.  For those of you who are like me, far too sensitive to block it all out, I hope my modest blog posts can offer you brief comfort, insight or empowerment.

Often times it hurts to see the truth, to be awake and aware to what’s going on around you.  It’s easy to see why people choose meaningless distraction over meaningful action.  We feel powerless, tiny and insignificant.  Between our workday struggles and complicated private lives we feel we have very little energy to expend on looking at the political, social and spiritual state of the world we’re living in.  We fear to do so will only leave the taste of ashes in our mouths and a sinking feeling in our hearts.  And we are often right in our suspicions.  But the alternative – allowing the Archons, oligarchs and elites to obscure our vision and grind us into apathy – it will only end in more fear, more bloodshed, more controls and curtails of our basic freedoms.  I empathise with that feeling of powerlessness, I really do.  But we must always attempt valiantly to open our eyes to the contexts, hidden agendas and power-dynamics of the world in which we live.  To do otherwise is to invite perdition and to allow the coming of a Perfect Dystopia.

But looking outwards with lucidity at the world is only half the battle.  We also have to gaze inward with the same resolve.  Without this earned Gnosis of who and what you truly are the apparent darkness of the outer realm may well paralyze and consume you.  So how do we gaze inward?  How do we attempt to truly know ourselves?  Well, we seek out and network with compassionate like-minds.  We attempt to build small communities of people who truly desire to understand the numinous, the Innermost – and who desire sincerely to share that strength with others.  People willing to speak for the voiceless, and fight on behalf of the weak and wounded.  This is what humanity is supposed to do, and it’s what we are supposed to be - warriors of truth, of beauty, of the fiercest love.  


But it’s really hard to fight for others when we barely understand ourselves.  I hope that my work at Amid Night Suns can aid you in that understanding.  I hope the Innermost Chronicles can give you a glimpse of the radiant flame within you; that spark of divine light that is your truest and most dynamic expression.  It can grant you armour against the unrelenting horrors and corruptions of this world, whilst allowing your mind and heart to remain open.  It can help you to forge a path through the chaos, through the portals of your own blind-spots and gaps in cognition, and towards a brighter, greater purpose.  

This knowledge has saved my life many, many times.  This Innermost Light can unlock doors and gateways that you didn’t even know were there.   
  

Tuesday, 2 December 2014

The Innermost Chronicles - Raze the Gods


There are gods, and then there are gods.  One is a religious, metaphysical or spiritual race of deities, while the other seems an oblique group of beings that straddle the darker realms of the numinous and our own tangible world.  These oblique gods are of a different kin, seeming to broker real economic, social and spiritual power on this planet.  Powerful institutions in media, science and religion are being continually revealed as rotten to the very core.  This is currently happening for all the world to see.  But very little seems to be changing.  After all, how do you hold a god accountable or culpable?  Gods have no oversight, and they seem to act unilaterally when it comes to mortal affairs.  They have no accountability except to other gods.  But those are wars in heaven, knowledge of which is unfit for public consumption.  Often gods will tell you that there is no heaven, and no such things as gods.

For those who see economic, social or spiritual power as some kind of nebulous abstraction; this is because they have to a greater or lesser degree forgotten that gods exist.  A close and crucial look at the distribution of these forms of power in our world will garner some valuable insights.  Eventually such analysis of these powers – where they dwell and in what forms – will reawaken in you the knowledge that gods do indeed reside here among us.  Many of them are mortal demigods – flesh and blood like us – but dwelling in an experience so rarefied, insular and devastating that to call them demigods is not an oversimplification.  For these elite predators psychopathology is an artform, and appetite is everything.  No desecration is off-limits.  One war or murder or rape is simply not enough, not in the pursuit of true economic, social and spiritual power over others.  The entire world must be turned inside out to assure their deification and the continuation of their Regent.  And then there are the truly hidden and invisible gods; those who like to hinder and hurt and feed, and who are far more than mortal.  It is these unseen ones who guide, manipulate and whisper in the hearts of their human counterparts.  Gnosticism calls them the Archons.



There is a vast difference between the various gods of antiquity and these Archonic forces that currently control, rule, shape and reshape our world.  Perhaps at some time in history these predator entities took it upon themselves to wear the masks and skins of our gods, to better consolidate and wield power over the dreaming, imagining human race.  Maybe they still do.  But in the modern world our gods have changed somewhat.  Today our gods are leviathan corporations and draconian trade agreements elevated by billionaire disciples and millionaire neophytes.  Our gods are fetishistic complicities, ruinous slaveries and deeply harmful inversions of spiritual truth.  We all seem to be chasing the next chic negation.

Our stories are being defiled, humiliated and swept away by the incoming tide of filth that constitutes the spiritual gravity of these darker gods.  All the violence, chaos and war surrounding us cannot attest otherwise.  It is true that Darkness and Light have always occurred side by side in human history.  It is true that there has always been chaos and depravity, and as a result there has always existed this frightening dynamic between the powerful and the powerless.  But never before has Darkness had such a huge industrialized playground in which to prey.  Never before has our spiritual wisdom been so acutely outmatched by our technological and scientific ability.  Like drunken, shambling gods ourselves we begin down dangerous paths of creation, without accountability or oversight.  And we are ignorant of the things we might bring forth. 

Our ability to tell meaningful stories to one another is being eroded, or else further and further marginalized.  But our appetite for meaningless distraction is growing.  This is a dangerous dynamic.  Violence and violation are becoming acceptable, even rousing.  Mercenaries and pornographers are becoming sexier.  True dissent and activism is becoming more and more frightening.  The lies are becoming more spectacular and ridiculous.  And as a result the Blind Eye is getting harder and harder to turn.

Pathology is not art.  Sociopaths are not true demigods.  The truly powerful are not worthy of your trust, or your submission.  Magick is art.  Truthful and considered creative expression is art.  And it is this expression that is getting harder and harder to protect.  But there is a place within you – within each one of us – that recognizes there is truth in these words.  There is an Innermost within you, full of ferocious intelligence, beauty and wisdom.  It is the Sanctum of the Lucid, a chamber of Living Light that is the source of all that you are.  It remembers everything.  It knows lies from truth.  It understands with great depth and tenderness the complexities of the human experience.  It is this Innermost within you that I seek to connect with in my work.  Amid Night Suns is all about reconnecting, healing and quickening that vast inner cosmology.  It is from this deepest place of truth and love and ingenuity that any battle must be fought.  If the predator demigods and their patrons desire the human soul eternally in bondage – cut off from all true growth – then it is from these very depths of the Innermost that our resistance and rebellion must be waged.  

It’s from here that we must unmask these false gods whilst seeking our spiritual liberation.            

Wednesday, 26 November 2014

The Innermost Chronicles - Anima Noctis



Things are going to change at Amid Night Suns.  I’m going to pull out all the stops.  I’m going to work harder, I’m going to think more creatively, and I am not going to lie down without a fight.  When you’re an Intuitive like me, as well as an artist, your intuitions can often muddy your vision rather than help it.  It’s a kind of psychic burnout, a loss of sharpness and efficacy that comes from being overwhelmed by all the subtler dimensions you are sensing.  When grief or fear or any kind of acute emotional pain stemming from your private life becomes particularly intense, it’s easy to get lost in the psychic maelstrom, the glimpsed intimations of other realities.  It can be incredibly paralyzing, in fact. 

That’s why art is so important.  Sometimes it’s the only thing you’ve got left to hold on to.  Art comforts us, nourishes us, and opens us up to a deeper cognizance of who we really are.  We are stories telling stories.  This is true in a physical and biological sense, as well as a spiritual one.  We are organisations of systems within systems all telling stories to one another, sending energetic signals encoded at varying registers of reality; cosmically, socially and neurologically.  Because art doesn’t just teach us to imagine, or how to imagine, it teaches us how to cohere, how to persevere, how to brave the odds.  Art gives us the discipline and context with which to interact as meaningful and compassionate entities, both individually and as members of a larger system.  This discipline and context is of an order of sophistication beyond what we can rationally comprehend, but we know it is kin.  I have said before at Amid Night Suns that art is the twin of cognition.  You cannot perceive anything without Contrast, Context and Association.  These three things are the fundamental geometries of sentience, bursting open infinitely like a fractal or a flower.  It’s through stories that we muse on what our souls are made of.


I am such a flawed individual, but I try never to be cruel.  I hate bullies, and oppressors all.  I want to connect and uplift others.  I want to give them power somehow.  I despise that the world continues to find itself in such a horrific state of affairs.  The night is endless and the human soul is in chains.  It makes me seethe.  I have always tried to be a guide, despite feeling blind myself much of the time.  I have always tried to help fellow seekers through the liminal places.  I’m nothing special.  I can just see in the dark a little better than others can.

This post is going to be part of a larger system in the Innermost Chronicles series.  My work at Amid Night Suns attempts to explore the inner cosmology of the human imagination, and of Gnosticism itself.  I intend this series to be a further exploration of that charge.  I always try to create magickal sigils with the videos I create – light and sound working in concert to allow a transformational space where the person watching might come to know themselves a little better, might remember something crucial that empowers them.  To feel the uplift, arousal or joy of those you love is a sublime experience, and it’s nice to have helped create that, if only for a few moments.

If I can offer you a gateway, however brief, if I can show you things that make you stronger…then maybe we are not forsaken.  Maybe all the anxiety and pain and suffering recedes for a moment, and we remember who we are.  We remember who we can be.  And if the River of Forget crashes in on us once more, within our most private depths our flame and flower will be glowing a little brighter for that brief glimpse.
    

Wednesday, 29 October 2014

Postcards From Magonia

"How will you go back?" said the woman.
"Nay, that I do not know. Because I have heard,
that for those who enter Fairy Land, there is no going back.
They must go on, and go through it."

         - R. Macdonald Robertson
           Selected Highland Tales

Thursday, 11 September 2014

As The Storm Rages



Welcome back to Amid Night Suns, dear readers.  The last few months have been especially challenging and chaotic for me personally.  My private life has gone through very trying, frightening periods.  When the health and well-being of the person you hold dearest is tested again and again it's easy to despair.  But I’m always fighting tooth and nail to not give in to such despair.  I go through moments, days or weeks when I fail in that fight.  But I always attempt to dust myself off, reflect and then persevere with even greater conviction.  I fail at this too sometimes.  But failing is not the point.  The point is that each new attempt at success – each new attempt at battling private demons – must be met with a more sophisticated and stronger plan of attack.  It isn’t always easy to do, especially when you feel like you’re groping blindly in the dark.  Those failures demand insight, brutal self-honesty and careful recalibration.

But the fear and uncertainty I've experienced in my personal life recently seems reflected in the world around me at the moment.  The world seems poised at a crossroads or on the edge of some kind of cusp-event.  However, all men see their own private struggles reflected back at them in the stars.  I think it’s just the nature of consciousness and individuation – a metaphysical paradox through which the physical and spiritual dimensions of experience are fundamentally interdependent.  That living link between the personal and the global, between internal and external; it seems like mystical gibberish to some and hard-won common sense to others.  Place your bets and take the ride, I guess.

But I think at times like these, with global chaos unfolding and all sorts of wars waging or looming on the horizon, it’s even more important not to give into despair or apathy.  A certain sobriety of outlook is useful, as is a certain measure of detachment from everything happening around us.  But those things are not the same as complete disengagement, sociopolitically or personally.  It does us no good to pretend we don’t hear those personal demons hissing in the darkness as they search our psyches for wounds or anxieties that they can use as leverage.  Speaking symbolically at the very least, it seems the Archons and power-elites are doing what they have always done – trying to find a million different ways to get us to love all the horror.  And if not love it, then at least getting us to feel semi-comfortable with it.  To battle evil, a certain amount of horror is necessary, right?  But there are various evils, and the most pernicious of them often go unmentioned and intellectually unchallenged.  Corporate, gleaming utopias where warlords wear three-thousand dollar suits and genocides are planned in five-star hotels…this isn’t the stuff of near-future science fiction.  

This is now. 


Most of the Earth’s market is a black market - lawless, corrupt and elitist.  Think about that.  Really think about it.  Most of what happens on this planet is conspiracy.  But it's even more complex than that.  Even at an immediate and personal level every family harbors a conspiracy of some kind, completely unknown to outsiders, or else knowledge of it obfuscated for various reasons.  My point is that secrecy and subterfuge can be both negative and positive.  Even love is a kind of conspiracy, isn’t it?  That old black magic called Love is full of subterfuge and strange intimacies, hidden codes and private interests, certain nuances or subtleties that go unnoticed by others.  What I’m trying to say is that some secrets keep you alive and sane and healthy, or keep you safe from the clutches of various oppressors.  And some failures can help you to better forge the mysterious path ahead, if you let them.  

So, as the storm continues to rage all around me, both privately and globally, I take a long hard look at my failures.  I try to be brave, to gain insight from those failures, and to recalibrate wisely in my next attempts at battling my demons.  And when I feel broken and defeated, I slowly begin to rekindle the faint embers of the seeker within me.  It’s slow and painful at first but I try to remain diligent even at the edge of hopelessness, until those sparks are fanned once more into an Innermost Flame.  And if the old hermetic adage of ‘As Above, So Below’ is true, then that newly kindled flame has the universe within it.   

Friday, 1 August 2014

The Rule of Three


War, chaos and nefariousness of all kinds seems very prevalent at the moment, doesn’t it?  It seems at the forefront of most politically-engaged minds right now.  At least, it’s on the forefront of my mind, as is the deeply sinister path we are being encouraged to blithely tread. The current United States administration and its military-intelligence apparatuses are using the recent downing of Malaysian Airlines Flight 17 to manipulate public opinion, stirring Western distrust and hate towards Russia, further attempting to capitalize on the Crimea-Ukraine conflict – framing the situation as the ominous re-emergence of the Cold War, or at least a distorted echo of it.  

It doesn’t take a genius see that key players within the US military-intelligence elites have a long con in mind – and that one potential endgame of this con is to bait war with the former Soviet Union, who along with China is seen as one of the awakening BRICS economic powers.  This is a very, very dangerous time.  I have alluded to the idea for a while now at Amid Night Suns that various global power-broking factions are just itching to spark a worldwide conflagration.   A third global genocide to complete the unholy triptych that was begun in 1914, furthered and expanded in 1939, and which these elites wish to engineer, provoke or expand for the opening cusp of the twenty-first century.  

We mustn’t be fooled by our own closeted faux-intellectual sophistication; that war always happens in some other, stranger place…a peripheral and casual knowledge that barely registers as real anyway.  Instead we need to work towards discerning lies from truth, finding a way towards understanding the hidden complexities and hidden gains of the situations we see unfolding all around us now.  Make no mistake.  War is conceived, written and engineered in blood.  It is a holocaust metaphysics.  Down here in the physical realm it is also a holocaust economics; a profitable familicide of incomprehensible depth.  We all know war is profitable, but there are different kinds of profits.  Who benefits?  And why?