Saturday, 8 August 2015

I Eat Archons


How do we live, amongst the ruins of an ancient half-remembered holocaust?  There’s been a slaughter here.  I can smell the blood, and the opened flesh.  Some of us remember how they came.  Seething through the breach, on the backs of wild photons.  A grinning hate-clutch, before we ever imagined hate.  They came through a hole in the sun.  They tore us from our star.  They turned and marked the first brothers – the oldest twins, locked now in perpetual battle.  This was the First War, and it hasn’t ended.  It began before we gave names to time and space.  Since then they’ve been crafting intricate cathedrals of absence and abnegation, ushering hordes into the fallow temples.  These artisans.  These dark and wicked things.
 
We are the survivors of hideous abuse, and we have made legends and fairytales of the fallen.  It’s hard to look them in the eyes, to remember what was done.  We make masks of their faces, or else shadows where their faces might have been.  We tell ourselves we don’t believe in monsters.  We doubt that a hunger could be so singular.  And so we allow ourselves to half-forget.  But some of us can’t forget.  Some of us came here to remember, and to relight the holy places.  Some of us came here to call them out by name.  They never should have touched us there, at our Innermost.  And when they were done, when we were hollowed, they slit the throat of Sol.  I remember liquid light spilling across the black.  I remember how they dipped their fingers and made sigils with the dying sun.  We were not allowed to sleep.  Instead we were forced to witness the engineering of a cold and false light, an altar, altered star.
 
But these wicked things that control the light, they are not boundless.  They are not fearless.  They fear the lovers, the friends, the families.  They fear most the ones who can still see them.  The ones who were not blinded in the first falling, or else miraculously regained their sight.  They fear the Ragged.  Some of us still shine with the memory of a greater destiny.  Some of us are brighter than they realize, and darker than they think.  Some of us live to hunt them, with one purpose.  That in this hunt we may unshackle the human spirit, and restore the ancient magick to the Heart.
 
The seers say the fallen are stealing our names.  But we don’t have to live violated and broken.  We don’t have to dream in victimhood.  There are better ways to remember, and to transform.  Some of us are hungry for transformation.  Some of us eat what you fear, what binds you, so that you may move unmolested.  Some of us will move heaven and earth so that you may find your freedom.
         

Thursday, 23 July 2015

The Outer Perimeter


Temet Nosce – Know Thyself

Welcome back to Amid Night Suns, friends.  Recently I’ve been thinking about the nature of thresholds and liminal spaces, indiscrete boundaries.  As I’ve explained in previous posts my life is going through a period of change and transition, and so I suppose my thoughts naturally turn to notions of blurred boundaries.  What kinds of things exist on the edges of our perception?  What truly makes us human?  I don’t have complete or definite answers to those questions.  I don’t think even the wisest and most brilliant amongst us does.  But we all have partial truths, intuitions and suspicions.  In the end, that’s all any of us can hope for.  But the sense of meaningfulness comes from our relationships with those partial truths and half-remembered visions, and our relationships with each other.  I don’t believe for a second that we are living in a dead, mechanical universe – though I’m aware that there are those who honestly do believe that.  For me, the universe is a dangerous and magical place; full of signs and portents, non-local connections masquerading as chaos.  This has been my experience, and I’d be a fool to deny what I know.  As the Gnostics understood, Knowledge is Power.  But power can be raw, unrefined and destructive.  To put it another way, how can we come to truly know ourselves without destroying ourselves?  I think the answer is one of nuance and context, as with most important questions. 

There are tools available in the pursuit of spiritual self-knowledge.  Meditation, reflection, art and magick.  It’s these tools that connect us to the wellspring, to the source, the spirit – even if that spiritual realm is wholly metaphorical.  But the subject-object polarity seems to collapse at the deeper levels of reality.  At these deeper levels, beyond the Outer Perimeter, the universe seems less like a mechanistic construct and more like a work of art or an oblique dream.  Metaphor, symbolism, psychospiritual fictions – these are the tones in the palette with which we paint our lives.  Breaching boundaries and testing limits is integral for human psychological health, but it is also truly dangerous and must be done with nuance and finesse. So, who am I, and who are you? Do we know each other…have we met before?  Are we connected in some strange way?  Perhaps we speak a shared language, a secret language that we learned in the dark, beyond the thresholds of what our oppressors can comprehend or imagine.  And perhaps when we are standing in the presence of God – witnessing true divinity – we again speak our secret, native tongue.   


Thursday, 2 July 2015

Strange Attractor


Welcome once again to Amid Night Suns, my friends.  Being away from blogging for practically the first half of the year has left me with a strange feeling.  It seems that while my private life undergoes massive upheaval, my psychic, interior and spiritual life has only grown more potent and symbolic.  I’m noticing increased synchronicity, symbolism and ‘coincidences’.  Something that often happens in my life, especially when unseen energies feel particularly potent, is that I experience an upsurge in what I can only describe as pseudo-telepathic phenomena.  I mean to say, during such resonant times I often have the experience of anticipating what those around me are feeling and thinking, and vice versa.  I might be thinking of a particular concept, notion or even phrase and then have that vocalised by someone in my vicinity.  Similarly, during such times people often tell me that I just anticipated their thoughts or explicated some private discourse or “took the words right out of their mouths.”  These things are commonplace in my life, but especially during times of either intense focus or major upheaval.  A skeptic would explain away these occurrences as delusional or wishful thinking.  And while my thoughts on these events may be delusional they are anything but wishful.  I have never been someone who has felt comfortable describing themselves as Psychic, as this is such a loaded and subjective term.  Not that I’ve ever sought the approval of the mainstream.  I’m happy to exist on the fringes, in the shadows.  It’s where I’ve lived my entire life, and I know such terrain intimately.  It’s rather that I see human consciousness and psychology as fundamentally interwoven with esoteric, psychic or fringe phenomena.  And apparently so does the British and United States governments.


I’ve always maintained that any classified military-intelligence initiative will have two interlinked aspects – hardware and software.  Hardware in this context are weapons and technology developed within black or unacknowledged projects.  Software is the infrastructure and administration to support the developing hardware within those projects.  But more importantly, and fundamentally, software in this context is also about the full-scale weaponization of human consciousness.  Openly admitted PSI studies, pharmacological warfare, Remote Viewing projects and the MK-Ultra program conducted by the CIA speak to the legitimacy and veracity of this notion.  Don’t be fooled.  Things like MK-Ultra and PSI research were not abandoned by Western military-intelligence.  Such projects continue, unacknowledged, to this day.  Money is diverted, surreptitiously acquired and literally created from nothing to fund these classified projects.  In the United States many of these experiments are designated Special Access Programs overseen by the Department of Defense and administrated by the NSA, the CIA, and other alphabet agencies tangentially – with the help of huge corporations, many of them acknowledged defense contractors.  It is a vast interconnected web of deceit, espionage and exploitation.  Again, don’t be fooled.  Don’t think the governmental reality of classified ‘black intel’ is essentially noble, essential and protective.  This is not about protecting citizenry from foreign enemies, or protecting the human population in general.  It is about weaponizing the human population, unlocking the mysterious power of our consciousness so that it can be used as hidden advantages within attack strategies and power acquisitions.  The law matters little in this context, and the sanctity of human life matters lesser still.  To the oligarchs and power-elites within the hybrid of military-corporate-banking interests, humanity are simply the pawns in a multidimensional Chess game.  We are walking collateral damage, future landfill.  This isn’t so difficult to understand.  A mere glance at the blood-dimmed public histories of espionage and warfare will expose the truth of what I’m saying. 
 
History is a lie.  Everything is connected.  While the world of alternative-media conspiracy research might utterly fail in its comprehension of nuance and subtlety – how secrecy and black-ops work in the multi-layered real world – the truth of what is occurring in this world on several fronts is no less phantasmagorical or sinister.  There are pieces of the puzzle alluded to in conspiracy research, Hollywood movies and even ancient mythology, but they are only ever pieces.  Ultimately the puzzle isn’t about UFOs, or alien contact, or inter-dimensional intelligences.  It’s about consciousness at its most fundamental, and its hidden influences upon material and spiritual reality.  This question unlocks all other questions, and exposes nuances and interrelationships between numerous deep mysteries.  And our governments and leviathan corporations indeed have some knowledge of this.  Their knowledge of these numinous matters is perhaps greater than ours, but their knowledge is not complete or omniscient.  They just want us to fear that it is.  They exploit, abuse and desecrate consciousness as they try to weaponize it.  As they try to literally hold that ouroboros of divine fire in their hands.  It’s an extremely dangerous path to tread – fucking with reality at its most intimate level.  Things akin to dark magick can be born from such blind and voracious pursuits.

 
So, know this.  The power-elites of this world are continuing to funnel vast amounts of money into comprehending how we and you really work, so they can turn this Gnosis to their advantage.  There is a greater reality, a mysterious interconnectivity - where the spiritual is communing with the physical in a host of strange ways.  More of us need to educate and explore and empower ourselves to that strangeness.  Because powerful forces are doing it daily, but using us as the test-subjects, and without our knowledge or consent.  It’s dangerous to peer into the Strange, but it is more dangerous to allow an unknown variable to ghost-write and reimagine your consciousness, and your connection to the Unseen World.

Listen closely.  Think deeper.  Tune In.     

Wednesday, 24 June 2015

A New Gnosis

 
Welcome back to Amid Night Suns, my friends.  It’s been quite a while.  In fact, it’s been almost five months that I haven’t posted anything on this blog.  I’ve been going through rough times in my personal life – going through a process of recalibration and reorientation – and trying to gain as much experience and wisdom as possible from that process. It’s a very difficult struggle for me, and for those I love.  Facing up to various realities is never an easy process, especially when you can recognise your part in why things have developed the way they have, or why very intimate personal relationships are not working out the way you had hoped.  I am a very flawed and perhaps haunted individual, and I am well aware that this often puts undue stress on those close to me – because they care about me, and it hurts them to see me struggle with depression, anxiety or hopelessness.  And it works both ways too.  It can be very painful for me to see my friends and loved ones still battling their own demons, still fighting the same old psychic wars.  Especially considering that my own personal demons are sometimes of a more literal variety.  Or it feels that way, at the very least. 

But you can’t snuff out a smokeless and eternal flame, no matter how dimmed or tentative its fire becomes.  You cannot remove an Innermost Light.  All of us, at our essence, are this sentient spiritual fire.  You can call it God, Love, Consciousness, but it animates all things.  It’s the reason there is something rather than nothing.  And I for one am very beloved of this Innermost.  It gives me direct signs and examples of my own spiritual sovereignty when I am willing to listen and see.  It gives me tender intimations and implications of that same sovereignty even when I've lost my way, and the path seems darker than ever.  This Innermost has seen me at my worst, at my most hopeless and desperate.  And it has seen me also at my very best, when I am loving and kind and creative.  Indeed, it’s the very thing that animates and inspires me to these better angels of my nature.  I am never cruel or vindictive, but I realise now with even greater poignancy that I’ve been struggling with depression issues my entire life, and that it can take a toll on those closest to me.  Because it hurts to see someone you love living so far beneath their potential, and struggling so intensely with the business of simply being alive.  It cuts in a very intimate way that I don’t have to describe to any of you reading this, because undoubtedly you’ve experienced it in some form for yourselves.
 

But this post wasn’t intended to be about sadness and struggle.  It’s about hope, healing, and new beginnings.  Even with all my flaws and failings I will never ever give up.  I will always love the ones that I love, regardless of circumstance.  I will always attempt to be there for them when they need me, flaws and all.  And I will always dust myself off, patch myself up and continue fighting the Good Fight.  Anyone familiar with this blog won’t need me to tell them what that good fight is all about.  But for the uninitiated it’s about kindness, compassion, strength, fearlessness and lucidity.  It’s about embodying the change you would like to see in the world around you.  It’s about being a voice for the voiceless, and protecting the weak and wounded.  And it’s about calling out corruption and imbalances in power wherever you find them.  Ultimately the Good Fight is about knowledge and truth, both physical and spiritual.  And the Gnostics believed that true knowledge is power, and that the nuanced and subtle applications of that power are the beginnings of true liberation and wisdom.  I believe the same thing.  But we are not separate from knowledge, or its inherent power.  The universe is a vast web of intimately interrelated possibilities.  We live in a near-unfathomable universe of mysterious interconnection.  As we change and evolve and confront new challenges, so does our relationship with the spiritual knowledge and power that we seek.  As we change so too does the world.  I’ve always known this, but recent circumstances seem to be trying to give me uncomfortably vivid examples of this interconnectivity.

If I want to continue trying to change the world for the better, in tiny incremental ways, then I also have to change along with it.  If I want to fight the darkness of despair and hopelessness and corruption, then I have to become that Innermost Light with ever-increasing nuance and intensity.  I have to become that fire.  And I am.  I may be lost and struggling as always, in one way or another, but my commitment to human freedom and my kinship with the Unseen Realms remains steadfast and illuminating.  I am that fire.  You are too, dear reader.  It connects us in ways that we cannot fully comprehend.  Much of my content at Amid Night Suns might seem heretical or disturbing to a mainstream psyche, but that's only because we have lived with such staggering corruption and abuse at the hands of the powerful for most of human history.  We are not simply walking sacks of meat cursed with the illusion of cognition through some quirk of biochemistry.  Neither are we sinful and hateful spirits deservedly beneath the heel of some monarchical, tyrannical and wrathful ‘God’.  No, we are something much, much greater than that. We are Vessels and Keepers of the true Light, the real Creator – that Innermost that quickens the spirit and empowers the heart.
 

 So know this, dear readers.  You have guides and helpers and friends still moving among you, many of them Unseen.  The Ragged Magi walk beside you in the shadows, fighting battles on your behalf, questing diligently for your spiritual emancipation.  You are the knowledge you seek.  You are the power inherent within it.  That’s why the predators and abusers and fallen ones fear you.  Because at our core, truth is what we all are. 

We are, all of us, the Fire.  Burn Brightly.       


Thursday, 29 January 2015

These Dark Satanic Mills - Part Two


The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.   
It was a small part of the pantomime.   
 A man and a woman   
Are one.   
A man and a woman and a blackbird   
Are one.   
                 -- Wallace Stevens, Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird

London was twice born of fire.  Once called Londinium by the Roman settlers, it became a vessel for the wrath of an Iceni queen.  In revenge for the brutal rapes of her daughters, as well as her own torture, she unleashed a furious revolt that would leave three Roman cities in ashes and cinders.  Londinium was burned to the ground, along with two other strongholds, and all those who had not already fled were slaughtered as the tribe advanced.  Eighty-thousand souls were killed in the revolt – sacrificed to the fury of a tortured queen and her raped daughters.  The geologic strata of London still bares the mark of that fury; a dark red seam of ash running beneath the earth.  As unsettling as it may be to consider, the birth of this city is intertwined with blood, fire and sexual violence.  But as I said, London was twice born of fire.  The London we are now familiar with was intended as a New Jerusalem, raised from a second scorched earth.  Six centuries after the Iceni queen’s revolt, during the end of a harvest season, a great conflagration consumed the entire medieval city.  The city was eventually rebuilt once more, in the patterns and symbols we half-recognise today.  In a very real way London was built upon the bones, labours and memories of the violated and the dead, as all cities are.  A century later, the first pre-shocks of the global social quake that would become the revolution of industry found its way to the newly-imagined and manifested London.

The industrial revolution ushered the age of reason, the ascendancy of the left-brain, the birth of what we might even call modern atheism.  Our rural agrarian existences were still interconnected with the magic and meaning of the land, our internal pantheon of right-brain gods still lifting veils and traversing boundaries.  Visions, madness, art and prophecy still hummed resonantly within our psyches.  But the clatter and din and scorched steel of industry took the production of tools and meaning quite literally out of our hands. The birth of industry drowned our right-brain gods with an explosion of left-brain activity.  That intimate language of land and stars and folk-secrets was lost beneath the newly-organized maelstrom.  And perhaps it was, at least partially, a necessary shift.  But the expansion of human production, culture and society during the mid-eighteenth century through to the mid-nineteenth was a multidimensional expansion.  It brought with it greater suffering as well as greater freedoms, greater darkness as well as greater light.  Mass-production implied mass-poverty, and mass-murder.  Because the War of Industry, like all wars, was waged and fought and carried on the backs of the poor; the working-classes, the underclass, the illiterate and the foreign.  And while we offered up social visions of boundless creativity and scintillating new paradigms to our benevolent gods in the hopes of them making it so, we also offered blood to our darker gods in the hope of cultivating power and wealth in these strange new rising cities.  Cities raised in human sweat and human blood, paid for by a new form of genocide-economics – cities engineered through the most merciless exploitation.  These tall shining cities now hum with more than just sacrifice, but if you turn inward and listen with a subtler ear you can still hear the old and salt.   



FROM INK AND WINE

The blood and the gods still communicate with us from the drowned depths of the unconscious. The industrial revolution had succeeded in reshaping human society into bustling, strange new edifices, and hordes of people were pouring into the growing cities.  It was at this time during the middle of the nineteenth century – during the rise of the Victorian era – that the darkest practices of Britain’s power-elite were threatened like no other time in the country’s history.  The heart of those practices lay in London – that ancient city twice baptised by fire.  The passing of the Offences Against the Persons Act 1861 brought more consolidation and regulation to many common law provisions, and gave the British government the ability to enforce those regulations on a broader national scale.  But the legislation was many things, both dark and light, and many among London’s elites were afraid of it.  It was the murky and tentative beginnings of real legal human rights for women and children, and finally overturned the death-penalty for homosexuals.  True change is frightening to any tribe or society, especially its rulers.  Many powerful men did not want this Act to be passed for the simple reason that they recognized how deeply it could affect their hidden black-market interests. 

Homosexuals, immigrants and the British poor were publicly hated, mocked and exploited by the Establishment, and were continually demonized and offered up as scapegoats for London’s profitable ills.  Prejudice and utter bigotry was rampant.  For example, if you were homosexual rather than heterosexual, a partaker of ‘unnatural acts’ in the eyes of the law – meaning anal sex between two consenting men – you deserved to be executed.  Homosexuals were actively tried, convicted and killed by the State before 1861.  After the Act the death-penalty for being homosexual was lifted, but it allowed the Establishment to enforce new draconian measures to persecute them.  Essentially, they still had no legal right to even exist.  Instead of death it was deemed fit for ‘convicted’ homosexuals to spend the rest of their lives in dark, hellish prisons.  The Act also allowed the government to actively regulate the heterosexual age of consent at twelve, meaning it was acceptable and legal for an adult male to have sex with a girl of twelve and above.  But in the harsh light of day the age of consent was generally enforced as ten, seeing as how ‘consensual’ sexual interaction with a girl between the ages of ten and twelve rarely resulted in a prison sentence for those with social-standing, and was enforced mostly through fines, if at all.  However, it was usually the middle and upper classes that benefited from the leniency of these fines.  These laws did little to protect girls over ten or twelve, or children of any age from poor working-class families, who found themselves abused by men in positions of trust or power.  Amendments to the Act in 1871 begrudgingly increased the heterosexual age of consent to thirteen.  This amendment fared little better in protecting the poorest and most vulnerable from sexual abuse.  Remember, the vast majority of the working-classes in Britain at that time were not as we understand the term today; they were more accurately an underclass, generally reviled and hated by those above them.  They found virtually no protection from a legal system and sociopolitical power structure that saw fit to simultaneously abuse, exploit and publicly condemn them.  In the major cities it was even worse with the concentration of new heavy-industry, and the concordant threshing of human resources fed to the Empire’s imperialist machinery.  But the passing of the ‘Offense Against the Persons Act 1861’ in Britain sparked a clandestine and dangerous military-intelligence war centred in Victorian London – one so dark and reprehensible that it would eventually shape the spiritual and sociopolitical landscape of the next century.


AS THE CROW FLIES

As compromised and tentative as it was, the passing of the Offenses Against the Persons Act in 1861 ended state-sanctioned death for homosexuals and would eventually usher the birth of women’s and children’s rights in this country.  It made staggering corruption, exploitation and oppression that much harder to operate with impunity.  It also finally acknowledged child-stealing as an actual offense that was now officially legally punishable, outlined in Section 56 of the document.  The power-elites of Britain at that time were still able to orchestrate and manage their profitable businesses of child-prostitution and human-trafficking – in truth a shadow Empire that was fed and supported by lesser criminal networks within the middle and working-classes – but these elites were suddenly no longer allowed the freedom and ease that the earlier half of the nineteenth century had afforded them.  This was the genesis of the industrialized form of covert slavery enforced by the predator-class in this country that we live with and sense but don’t fully recognize even today.  There were many other contributing forces at work, but the passing of the Act in 1861 – and its fortuitous timing – was in a sense the touchpaper that sparked a secret Victorian war.  Many within these predator-elites feared that the Act set new dangerous precedents.  They believed it gave the destitute underclass ideas above their station, that it gave them the first inklings of real hope in this new industrialized modernity.  For some of the ruling-class it was seen as a legal quibble, a mere trifle, but there were others who recognized its implicit power to damage their healthy slave-trades.  This inspired the elites who ran these large prostitution and human-trafficking businesses to go completely underground, and formulate a far broader and organised scheme of optimisation.  It made them angry, and thus far more dangerous.

Slavery was not officially abolished throughout most of the British Empire until 1833, but it still continued in various explicit and implicit forms.  Those who continued to practice, endorse or administrate it were often protected by the creative litigators of the Establishment.  The organised sexual abuse of African women and children during the Atlantic Slave Trade is a vast and horrifying subject in and of itself.  In the United States slavery was not officially abolished until the winter of 1865, four years after the British ‘Offenses Against the Persons Act 1861’ was passed in London.  I highlight these details to provide context, to illuminate the nature of how the ruling Victorian predator-class perceived vast subsections of the human population.  For a very long time dehumanization and defilement of various domestic and foreign enemies was a matter of State for Britain, and much of the western world.  Sadly, in a covert sense it still is.  The real reason why the Offenses Against the Persons Act 1861 was such an affront to the London elites of the time is because at the heart of these rapidly-expanding trafficking and prostitution rings existed a carefully hidden network of ‘hunting-circles’; an elite within the various elites whereby the most powerful and well-protected could privately siphon off children and women from these networks to be sexually abused, hunted or killed for sport.  This is not fiction.  These groups were small and few, but they were undeniably powerful.  Similar covert hunting-circles of rich and powerful individuals operated with near-impunity during the Atlantic Slave Trade, and these elite groups did not suddenly give up their predilections when the British Empire publicly announced its new condemnation of slavery.  African slavery and modern white-slavery are intimately connected – an unbroken lineage of dehumanizing ideologies and outright pathologies, where those who profit most are often the highest in the land.  

This is what really lies at the heart of human-trafficking worldwide, and in truth always has done since the very birth of Western civilisation.  There exists a spiritual void hidden at the centre of our societies, whereby a small group of ever-warring elites and their endless hordes of neophytes use interconnected criminal networks to put human emancipation to sword.  The sexual abuse and murder of the poor or young or vulnerable for the pleasure of the rich and powerful has been a part of our human societies for a long, long time.  It’s only now as societies grow and evolve that this endemic corruption at its heart becomes too vast to hide or misdirect.  It’s only now that we are becoming cognizant of these dark practices enough to recognize them for what they are.  The stark truth is that these hunting-circles that procure victims from larger elite slavery networks and paedophile-rings have existed in various forms and cultures for thousands of years.  They are usually administrated and enforced by a specialised priest-class, a faction within the society’s intelligence service, authorised by the sovereigns or rulers who indulge and profit from these black-market atrocities the most.  But it was the industrial revolution that allowed these pathological elites a scope and power unimagined before in human history.  In Britain these human-trafficking networks and elite hunting-circles infiltrated the many mills and workhouses that had sprung up across northern England, especially in Lancashire and West Yorkshire.  These are the Dark Satanic Mills that William Blake alludes to in his powerful poem And Did These Feet In Ancient Time, often colloquially referred to as simply Jerusalem, and eventually adopted by Britain as a kind of unofficial national anthem.  The militant corporatism, oligarchy and austerity-for-the-poor that we are so familiar with today did not begin in the mid-nineteenth century, but it was the time when the ideologies fuelling those practices were galvanized, refocused and optimised like never before in human history.  The Victorian era did not create the darkness and corruption we still experience today, but following the industrial revolution it was that era more than any other that defined the blueprint for today’s modern rapacious elitism.

After the passing of the Offenses Against the Persons Act 1861 these black-market prostitution and slavery networks – what we would today call human-trafficking groups – expanded largely unchallenged for almost twenty-five years.  While these elite networks grew bigger and bolder, the covert administration of these networks was forced to become more sophisticated.  The nature of all business was continuing to transform and grow during the mid-1800s to accommodate the new modernity, and the ancient illegal businesses were no different.  If anything, the passing of the 1861 Act gave them a powerful and singular drive to adapt, to use the changing laws to their advantage, to make new and powerful friends, to not get caught.  The expanding culture meant they would soon no longer have the anonymity that a pre-industrial society afforded them.  The previous laxity of the law could no longer be counted on to protect their interests.  If they wanted to continue to operate and profit in these rapidly changing times they would have to cultivate a new stealth largely unimagined and unnecessary in the openly brutal medievalism they had left behind.  The fact that such slavery networks, prostitution and paedophilia rings were operating around the country – the largest and most ruthless of which were administrated from London – was an open secret among the Victorian aristocracy and power-elites.  To claim otherwise is, in my personal opinion, either simple willful ignorance or sinister complicity.  But as I said, a secret intelligence war had started among these interested parties.  Like all real wars, it was frighteningly complicated.  Various factions formed, allegiances shifted.  These growing and splintering networks began arguing over how best to meet these new times; arguments concerning who would profit, when and how – gang-warfare over territories and resources.  It’s the same in any large organised-crime network.  But these elite sexual-slavery networks were quickly becoming the most untouchable, the best-protected and most liberally financed.


LABYRINTHS AND MINOTAURS

While the elite prostitution and slavery networks continued to operate with new stealth and caution, the growing threat of a wide-scale socialist revolution from the unemployed and working-classes was terrifying both the Victorian aristocracy and the British Royal family.  The ghost of the French Revolution of the late 1700s haunted the British Royals and their enforcers; the way in which the French monarchy was quickly abolished and many of its member summarily executed in the uprising.   It was considered by Britain’s power-elites that the same could happen here.  Anti-Catholic sentiment was also fierce in the largely Protestant country.  Amidst all this, feminist groups were making small but powerful strides in drawing attention to the legal and social oppression of women and children.  Chief among these early campaigners and social reformers was Josephine Butler, a woman from a well-respected family who dedicated her life to pursuing various liberal reforms.  She fought to repeal the Contagious Diseases Acts introduced during the 1860s that gave magistrates the authority to subject suspected prostitutes to invasive genital exams under suspicion of having contracted venereal disease.  Infected women were then detained for up to three months in specialist hospitals to be ‘cured’.  Those women who refused to submit to these ‘exams’ were dealt harsh prison sentences.  Josephine Butler famously referred to this practice, not incorrectly, as ‘surgical rape’.  A deeply religious but liberally-minded woman, to some degree Butler understood that she was fighting in the trenches of a secret war between factions of the very establishment that she herself was a part of.  But it was in 1885 that fragments of the sinister truth concerning child-prostitution and human-trafficking exploded into the public consciousness in Britain, especially in London, and threatened these black-market elites like never before. 

In 1885 it was the publication of a series of incendiary newspaper articles entitled The Maiden Tribute of Modern Babylon that blasted apart comfortable middle-class paradigms and created an unprecedented moral panic on the streets of Victorian London.  It was a journalist for the Pall Mall Gazette named William Thomas Stead, aided by the previously mentioned feminist and reformer Josephine Butler, who eventually forced these issues onto the political stage.  The Maiden Tribute of Modern Babylon is today considered a sensationalist and manipulative piece of journalism, although historians also concede it was largely responsible for drawing attention to the white slave-trade operating in Britain at the time.  The articles implicated the elites among the aristocracy and middle-classes – as well as senior British officials – in the sexual trafficking of women and children both domestically and abroad.  Many critics attacked William Thomas Stead for the undoubtedly disturbing and morally dubious way he went about bringing this subject to light.  Josephine Butler’s level of knowledge concerning Stead’s true intentions is considered minimal, and as such she escaped the harshest criticisms.  An ex-prostitute and brothel-keeper named Rebecca Jarrett, an associate of Josephine Butler, managed to procure a thirteen year old girl called Eliza Armstrong from her alcoholic mother for the sum total of five pounds, ostensibly to act as a ‘maid’ to an elderly gentleman.  Jarrett claimed the mother was well aware that she was in fact selling her daughter into prostitution. Jarrett then had Eliza examined by a midwife and abortionist who attested to the child’s virginity – young virgin girls allegedly most desired among the clientele of London’s child-prostitution underworld.  Eliza was then taken to a brothel and drugged, to await false purchase by William Thomas Stead acting as the buyer.  After this investigation the child was quickly sent to France and into the care of the Salvation Army.  Stead immediately went on to draft the series of newspaper articles that he would soon publish as The Maiden Tribute of Modern Babylon.  While nobody involved in the investigation is alleged to have overtly harmed young Eliza Armstrong, she was essentially bought, paid for, examined and drugged – all to prove a point; that a British child could easily be sold into sexual-slavery right under the noses of the lawmakers.  One can only imagine how terrified and bewildered little Eliza must have been by the entire experience.  These were deeply immoral practices conducted by Stead just to make a political statement – blinded to the feelings and experience of one young girl by his fervour to expose the larger corruption.  In order to expose that corruption he attempted to imitate it, to prove how easily it could be done.  At the very least this tells us something of the double-standards and moral mutability involved in Victorian London, even among self-appointed social reformers.  Stead ended up serving three months in prison for his unlawful and disturbingly short-sighted investigative practices. 

But Stead’s Maiden Tribute of Modern Babylon did what he had intended it to do – it agitated popular support for protective legislation regarding women and children.  The revelations in the articles caused an unprecedented state of moral panic; respectable citizens were horrified and outraged.  It prompted Parliament to immediately resume the debate over the languishing Criminal Law Amendment Bill – a bill based on the findings of a Select Committee formed by the House of Lords to investigate increases in organised prostitution and white slavery.  Only a month later, due to incredible public pressure because of Stead’s expose, the Criminal Law Amendment Act 1885 was officially passed.  Among other protective legislations for vulnerable women and children it raised the heterosexual age of consent in Britain from thirteen to sixteen.  The age of consent is still sixteen today in 2015.  But the new Act was not all ground-breaking positive reform.  It also essentially re-criminalized homosexuality, extending buggery laws to include any form of sexual activity between males.  Again, this persecution of homosexuals was opportunistic in the extreme.  They wanted scapegoats.  The warring elite factions that controlled these Victorian sexual-slavery networks were utterly terrified by the 1885 Act and the previously hidden information that The Maiden Tribute of Modern Babylon had so sensationally exposed to the public.  Many Establishment sympathisers and apologists rushed to claim that Stead’s articles were wildly exaggerated.  No doubt there is some truth to this claim, since William Thomas Stead was a calculating political agitator and intended to make maximum social impact with the publication of his articles.  But it is my contention that while The Maiden Tribute of Modern Babylon may have been one man’s dubious Victorian agitprop, it only scratched the surface of what was really going on in Britain during the 1800s.  Prostitution, paedophilia and human-trafficking was quickly becoming a transnational enterprise, ruthlessly shifting towards the global black-market enterprise that it has become today – a sickening and reprehensible enterprise worth billions.  Now that this knowledge of organised sexual abuse of both women and children was forever seared into the public consciousness on account of Stead’s articles, the Victorian elites that controlled these sexual-slavery networks were fearful like never before.  We can draw a simple but elegant parallel with today’s numerous claims of ‘historical child sex abuse’ committed by Britain’s rich and powerful.  It is the same basic networks, and the same awful story, separated by over a century of technological and cultural development.  This is what I hope to outline to you, and make self-evident, with these posts.  The same corruption and sickness implied by modern claims of Westminster VIP paedophile-rings, abuses and ritual murder in children’s care homes, military-intelligence complicity in these abuses – these are all manifestations of the same corruption that was operating in the very heart of Victorian London.  There is a long and traceable history to these atrocities, that if properly understood and contextualized implicates some of the most powerful and influential figures within the British Establishment, both today and back then.  



CULTS OF THE RAVEN

It is here that we wade into even darker conspiratorial waters.  A realm where fiction can become fact and fact can become as fiction – a realm where truth is outcast, synchronicities ignored, strange patterns largely unrecognised for fear of reprisal or ridicule.  I want to restate here, as I did at the beginning of Part One of this post, that these writings are not intended as an unassailable document of objectivity.  These writings are intended as my best research, speculation and insight.  These posts are purely subjective.  I am not trying to convince anyone of anything here, I am only attempting to present key aspects of the suppressed history of Victorian Britain as I best understand it – to highlight the connective tissue of those black-market elites that are inexorably linked to the recent historic child sex abuse scandals that have come to light and are continuing to occur in 2015.  I would hope, whether you believe what I am about to discuss or not, that you give this information the time and consideration it deserves. 

It was three years after William Thomas Stead’s Maiden Tribute of Modern Babylon and the passing of the ‘Criminal Amendment Act 1885’ that a series of gruesome, terrifying murders took place during the autumn of 1888 in London’s East End.  A poverty-stricken underclass had been rapidly growing in London during the latter half of the nineteenth century.  The urban poor of the city, especially in the East End’s notorious Whitechapel district, were often referred to by the middle and upper classes as the ‘People of the Abyss’, the Abyss being a synonym for Hell itself.  The People of the Abyss would later become the title of Jack London’s famous first-hand account of life among London’s most mercilessly exploited and rejected.  This growing underclass of illiterate paupers were largely reviled or ignored by those with good social-standing, and were often used as scapegoats for the innumerable problems and social issues that had gripped the Victorian city.  The savage murders of Whitechapel prostitutes from among London’s vast underclass would quickly pass into infamy and legend – becoming known to the world as the Jack the Ripper murders.  William Thomas Stead’s articles from three years previous had already drawn middle-class attention to the horrors of sexual slavery.  The killing and severe mutilation of street prostitutes in a rigorously police-patrolled corner of the East End – and the Ripper’s ability to slip away unnoticed despite the heavy police presence – whipped the entire city into a state of frenzy and hysteria.  Much has been written about the Ripper killings, from both mainstream and alternative/conspiratorial perspectives.  Any notion of conspiracy connected to the Ripper murders of 1888 – or even the simple notion that the killings were more than they appeared to be – is ignored, cast aside, or else mercilessly ridiculed by mainstream historians.  I have written about the mythology and symbolism regarding the popular icon of the Ripper elsewhere on Amid Night Suns.  It was the late author Stephen Knight who was largely responsible for popularising the conspiracy theory regarding the Whitechapel Murders, in his seminal 1976 book Jack the Ripper: The Final Solution.  In that book he outlines a theory in which the five canonical Ripper victims were murdered by a small Freemasonic cabal of men, one of them a prominent Royal physician, to cover-up the secret birth of a royal child to a woman of the lower classes.  This has become known in modern times as the Royal Masonic Conspiracy theory.  Most mainstream historians consider the theory to be nothing more than fanciful, sensationalist nonsense – a thoroughly discredited and debunked popular myth based on the testimony of a single delusional fantasist.  This opinion, though perfectly understandable, betrays a complete lack of context and awareness regarding the case itself, the bizarre handling of the investigation by Scotland Yard and what was simultaneously occurring in the larger society.  It ignores the wealth of rumours and stories at the time of the actual murders, and the strange pieces of corroborating evidence that have since surfaced.  

I would humbly suggest that while Stephen Knight’s theory contains errors, suppositions and leaps in logic it is still a brilliant and lucid piece of investigative journalism for its time.  I would suggest that it is required reading for anyone truly interested in the suppressed history of London and Britain in general.  I would also suggest that Knight’s basic theory is corroborated by various independent sources that have come to light over the years, and that it accounts most tellingly for the various anomalies and bizarre coincidences associated with the murders and their contexts.  Including the fact that the Metropolitan Police Commissioner of the time Sir Charles Warren, a high-ranking Freemason, is on record stating that he privately believed the Ripper to be a member of a secret-society.  Also notable is the fact that the Assistant Commissioner James Monro was forced to resign from his position by Warren just before the murders began, and that Warren then appointed Sir Robert Anderson as Monro’s successor, on the eve of the first canonical murder.  Also of note, aside from other bizarre behaviour and deeply unprofessional conduct from Scotland Yard’s highest-ranking officers, is that Sir Charles Warren himself resigned as Metropolitan Police Commissioner only hours before the hideous murder and mutilation of the Ripper’s last canonical victim – Mary Jane Kelly.  This on its own does not prove prior knowledge of the murder that was about to take place, but considered in context with the large number of other anomalies and coincidences the implication on Warren’s part becomes far more persuasive.  Again, I must reiterate that in my personal opinion what occurred in the autumn of 1888 in Whitechapel was not the work of some lone frenzied sex-killer, or simply a cover-up to silence knowledge of a secret royal child.  It was an attempt to hide the fact that these five women knew each other and that one of these women – Mary Jane Kelly – had intimate knowledge of an elite child-prostitution and human-trafficking network operating in the West End.  She was fearful that the child might be killed or anonymously placed within this network as sick punishment for a perceived royal transgression.  She threatened to expose it, unless she and her friends were paid off and the child was allowed to go unharmed.  After William Thomas Stead’s Maiden Tribute of Modern Babylon had brought child-prostitution and white slavery to the forefront of public consciousness three years earlier, the predator-elites operating within London could not allow this greater threat to go unchallenged.  Despite these women having very little social purchase and would likely not be believed, the orchestrators of these networks were unwilling to take that risk.  The threats of nationwide socialist revolution and the dissolution of the ruling power-structure were deemed far too real by those in the British Establishment with vested interests.  Those five women from London’s growing underclass, already abandoned by society, were deemed expendable.  They were punished for threatening to expose the reprehensible crimes of these elites, in the most sickening and ritualistic way imaginable.  

But stolen and abused children are at the heart London’s secret history, and the history of the world, as they are at the heart of all the oldest and darkest fairytales.  In a way, these ancient folklores are just as much about keeping alive knowledge of the hidden corruptions and practices of the human shadow, of the powerful and callous, as much as they are about more unseen, otherworldly influences. With regards to the Ripper case, what we are talking about here is not some enduring Victorian murder-mystery, or modern enthusiasts overlaying the ugly truth of the murders with a veneer of Gothic Romanticism.  No, what we are talking about here is corruption and psychopathy at the very highest levels of power.  The disturbing details and anomalies of the Ripper case are more plentiful than I can outline here, and such details are generally ridiculed or ignored by mainstream historians because they are facts and cannot be debunked, unlike the ostensibly ‘fanciful’ interpretation of those facts.  In my opinion, it requires far more willful creativity to take the numerous anomalies, coincidences and contexts of the Ripper murders and twist those details into an argument for official non-complicity than it does to recognize that an extensive cover-up took place.  Again, I am not trying to convince anyone of anything here.  I am only attempting to present information for those with eyes truly open.  I write here with absolute personal conviction that the Ripper murders were an integral part in a much larger tapestry of criminality and corruption directly connected to the child-prostitution and human-trafficking networks orchestrated by the predator-elites of Victorian London. 

The world’s oldest piece of recorded film – the Roundhay Garden Scene – was shot in the autumn of 1888, the same year and season of the infamous Ripper murders in London.  While women from Whitechapel’s notorious underclass were being murdered and mutilated, and making lurid international news, a man named Louis Le Prince was in Leeds capturing two seconds of moving images on paper-film for the first time in recorded human history.  Le Prince’s life was not without grandeur, strangeness or mystery.  During his adult years he became affiliated with key members of the British Establishment, and was eventually commissioned to produce portraits of Queen Victoria and Prime Minister William Gladstone.  It was these portraits that along with other mementos were placed within a time-capsule that was concealed beneath an ancient Egyptian obelisk that was erected on the Victoria Embankment in 1878.  This obelisk is over three-thousand years old – the oldest known monument in London – and is commonly referred to as Cleopatra’s Needle.  Louis Le Prince’s portraits of the British Queen and Prime Minister still lie concealed beneath the obelisk to this day, but the man himself mysteriously vanished from a moving train on its way to Paris in 1890.  There are many speculations regarding his disappearance, including an assassination over projector-patents, or the staging of his own disappearance for reasons unknown.  The most widely accepted theory is suicide, that he threw himself from the moving train.  In 2003 a photograph apparently surfaced in the Paris police archives that showed an 1890 drowning victim that bears a resemblance to Le Prince.  This photograph has been taken as evidence of the suicide theory concerning his disappearance, but if the man is indeed Louis Le Prince the assassination theory cannot be ruled out on that evidence alone. 

I only mention Le Prince and the famous Roundhay Garden Scene of 1888 to highlight its strange simultaneity with the infamous Ripper murders that were occurring in London.  Interestingly, Roundhay is a suburb of Leeds in West Yorkshire, home to the Dark Satanic Mills alluded to by William Blake in his legendary poem.  But in modern times Roundhay in Leeds is also the place where Sir Jimmy Savile OBE settled for most of his disturbing life.  Savile is discussed extensively in Part One of this post.  Savile died at his home in Roundhay in 2011.  It is curious to consider that apart from being Britain’s most prolific and well-connected paedophile and necrophiliac he was also one of the most famous faces on television for over fifty years, who lived and died in a small Leeds suburb that gave birth to the moving image over a century earlier.  Sir Jimmy Savile OBE, friend and confidante to judges, police-officers, intelligence agents, Prime Ministers and British Royalty, was deeply involved with the twentieth century incarnation of the elite prostitution, paedophilia and human-trafficking networks that I have spent so much time outlining in this post.  Many alternative researchers who are paying due attention to the recent VIP child sex abuse scandals coming to light in Britain have noted potential disturbing connections between Sir Jimmy Savile and the Yorkshire Ripper murders of the 1970s, a spate of prostitute-killings that echoed its Victorian predecessor.  I believe some of these connections to be credible and deeply disturbing, including the fact that Savile himself was questioned several times by the West Yorkshire Police as a suspect and potential witness in the Yorkshire Ripper case.  He was even made to give a plaster-cast of his teeth to check against bite marks on some of the victims.  He had many high-ranking friends within the West Yorkshire Police, and accusations of a cover-up cling to the Yorkshire Ripper case just as they have to the Whitechapel Ripper case of the previous century.  Savile’s questioning by police was kept out of the mainstream press at the time.  Curiously, one of the Yorkshire Ripper victims was a nineteen year old girl named Josephine Whitaker, who was found in a place called Savile Park Moor in Halifax.  The significance of the name of the murder-site is chilling on its own.  Even more curious is the fact that another victim, twenty-eight year old Irene Richardson, was found on the edge of Roundhay Park in Leeds, only literal yards from where Sir Jimmy Savile kept a luxury penthouse flat that bordered the park.  Although his precise whereabouts on the date of the murder are contested he is generally accepted as staying there during the weeks when the murder took place, and it has been noted by former residents of the building that Savile would often go walking or jogging through the park at all hours of the night or morning.  These details alone do not prove Savile’s complicity in the Yorkshire Ripper murders, but what they do highlight at the very least are a series of truly unsettling connections or coincidences.   

What is documented and accepted by the mainstream is the fact that in August 1988, one hundred years after the Ripper murders, Sir Jimmy Savile was appointed by a government health minister as the head of an interim taskforce overseeing the management of Broadmoor Psychiatric Hospital in Crowthorne, Berkshire.  He was given his own set of keys and a special room there.  He was allowed completely unrestricted access to all areas of the hospital – a supposedly maximum-security hospital that housed some of Britain’s most deranged and dangerous predators.  Savile befriended many of these sexual predators, including the Moors Murderer Ian Brady, and most notably Peter Sutcliffe – the man eventually charged with the Yorkshire Ripper murders.  Former staff have stated that Sutcliffe and Savile developed a deep connection during that time, and that Sutcliffe was afraid and in awe of Savile for some reason.  During the investigation by Operation Yewtree into the crimes perpetrated by Savile, it was determined that he indeed abused a number of patients and staff at Broadmoor.  We may never know the full truth concerning Sir Jimmy Savile, or the full truth regarding the scope of these elite prostitution, paedophilia and human-trafficking networks that he was clearly involved with – unless the British public and savvy members of the mainstream press continue to put increasing pressure on the Home Office and the larger governmental power-structure.
 
But this alone will not bring the truth to light, because these governmental forces are deeply connected and beholden to the very elites that organise and profit from these atrocities.  What is truly required to bring these horrors into the full light of day is dedicated individual research into these sickening crimes and the larger culture of oligarchy and corruption that supports and allows them.  It requires organisation on a large, unprecedented scale.  It requires grassroots activism, and the pursuit of spiritual self-knowledge.  Sexual-slavery and human-trafficking is not a uniquely British problem, as any intelligent observer will be well aware.  It is a global sickness.  What I have described in these posts is happening in various forms all across this planet.  It is the secret shame of modern civilisation – Dark Age medievalism hidden within the shadow of the twenty-first century.  As awful and saddening as these topics are, we can no longer ignore them.  This kind suffering is multidimensional and incredibly dangerous; it leaves scars and ripples both physical and psychic.  Ignoring these things does terrible damage in ways that we have yet to fathom.  I hope these modest posts in some way educate and empower you, dear reader.  Whether you accept every detail and speculation in these posts is irrelevant.  All I ask is that you recognise that I write these posts with an open heart and the best of intentions.  Be a voice for the voiceless, protect the children, the weak and wounded – and try to empower as many people as you can.  When faced with fear and terrifying spiritual darkness, our only real recourse is to reconnect with the Innermost Light at the very heart of ourselves – the power and potential of everything noble that we can become – and to share that light with others who are just as afraid, and to stir their own light so that they may share it in turn.             
  
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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...)