Thursday, 17 December 2015

Thro' Midnight Streets

I love this city.  London is a strange and haunted place.  It’s terrifying and glorious.  A city of unparalleled power.  Once upon a time it was from here that the Earth was ruled.  But not just the Earth, also the dreamscapes of those who lived upon the Earth.  Perhaps, in ways occulted to us, it still is.  For me, London is a city of dreams and nightmares.  No matter how deeply its filth and macabre history is prettied by modernity and gentrification, the past still howls beneath it all.  Closer to the surface than we think. 
To paraphrase the visionary poet William Blake; harlots still curse at forced subsistence, and blood still runs down palace walls.  The violence of former atrocities never really washes away, and in certain lights can still be seen.  These chartered streets mark sigils, icons and ancient flows of harnessed power.  The Highest in the Land, the predator-elites, they think they created this city, and every blackening church of dreams within it.  Infurnum est ars.  But London is far greater than they are.  My city is irreducible; full of secrets, hidden places.  And magick.  London is magick.  It’s an ancient and dangerous city, and I love it with all my heart.  My soul is bound with London in various ways. 
Like the saltire or X-shaped cross upon which St Andrew was crucified, an icon of which was placed by Christopher Wren above the south transept of St Paul’s Cathedral, London cannot die.  ResurgamI shall rise again.       

Wednesday, 9 December 2015

The Lost Knowledge

There is an ancient Gnostic adage that states ‘Knowledge is Power.’  Of course, like everything, such a notion is multi-layered and multidimensional.  But for the moment let’s look at power from a social, political and historical perspective.  From these perspectives we can argue that true power concedes nothing.  Every single freedom, human right and protective legislation we have in society today was fought for by individuals and collectives who were brave enough to stand up against terrifying and overwhelming odds.  Every positive social reform – be it for the rights of women, children, or sexual, social and racial minorities – was fought for by brave men and women putting consistent organised pressure on the existing power-structure.  Protests, decentralised collectives, new community alliances; multi-layered grassroots activism.  Sometimes these warriors of freedom paid for such bravery with their lives.  But today, I would suggest, the ruling predator-elites and power-broking oligarchs are attempting to purge such truths from history, or else repackage these truths as toothless confections largely nostalgic in nature. 

Icons of Inequality

I have written elsewhere at Amid Night Suns about the predilections and machinations of the Victorian predator-elites in Britain that arose out of the industrial revolution, and how those elites set the blueprint for the rapacious elitism of today.  We still have a ruling class, but it’s no longer a simple aristocracy in the Victorian sense of the term.  The ruling class of the twenty-first century is a hybrid of Intelligence, military, occult, banking and corporate interests.  It appears monolithic and singular only from the outside, but from within it is just like any other collection of interacting, infighting organised crime-networks. To the untrained eye it might seem as though these elites are all working in perfect concert.  But the truth is that those who control us, and control the direction and flow of societies, are snared in a hideous mess of brutal, perverse and sociopathic realpolitik.  

The world is horrifically complex.  And so we simplify. We have no other choice. But we need to be incredibly mindful of how we simplify, mindful of the things we throw away in the process. Researchers in the alternative-media might quiver in the presence of an eye atop a pyramid, in fear or in thrill.  But society isn’t actually a top-down, vertical hierarchy.  Society is lateral, horizontal.  Society is a vast web.  Power, control, influence – they don’t flow the way we think they flow.  Just ask any occultist or psychic.  Like all things, the power behind social control is really just a form of oblique, lateral communication.  And communication flows from mind to mind, it passes through individuated nexuses of the collective mind.  Control, therefore, is a trick.  But an incredibly powerful one.  Hierarchy could be said to exist only as an icon or image of itself within the perception of an imagining sentience.  Human culture is being conjured moment to moment, from mind to mind, imagination to imagination in a symphony of interconnection.  The real question is how this lateral communication is manipulated to ensure the illusion of vertical power differentials, to ensure that some rule while others suffer.  And I would argue the answer is the application of extreme violence under this profane icon of illusory hierarchy.  If you are psychotic and predatory enough to truly want power and control over people on a massive scale – illusory vertical supremacy – eventually you will have to back up your rhetoric and venerate your icon with violence and the threat of spilled blood.  And violence is nothing if not the manifestation of symbolic hierarchy, symbolic inequality.  This is true on both a local and social level.  “I do not want to co-exist.  We are no longer equals.  My story will conquer yours, and you will suffer.” 
This kind of psychology is basically radical fundamentalism at its core, the kind of thinking behind Daesh and various other militant terrorist groups.  It’s also the basic mind-set behind reductive materialism, behind many global power-elites, behind slavery in all its various forms.  It’s a predatory, dehumanising psychology that is essentially vampiric in nature, and is made manifest through the use of brute force, violence and sinister propaganda.  It’s the physics and politics of despair, of fear.  A paradigm that tells you that injustice is like inclement weather, simply unavoidable.  When the truth is that societal injustices are the emanations of a blood-soaked icon of hierarchy.  Archons, demons, vampires and human predator-elites…all of them kneel and supplicate before this insatiable icon.  After all, evil is utterly banal at its core.  You can only slice a lust for power, violence and control a few different ways.  The language it speaks is crude, dull and unimaginative.  Which is exactly why it needs the blood and life of others to sustain itself. 
Sigils of Divine Fire
This insight concerning blood-dimmed icons of hierarchy, and the control of lateral or horizontal communication to ensure vertical supremacy under the banner of such icons, is the dark heart of social control, of warfare, of modern slavery at its most naked.  But I believe it’s more than that.  I believe it’s also part of the occulted meaning behind the symbol of the cross.  The cross isn’t just a Christian theological icon, the crucifix upon which Yeshua was placed between two thieves.  It’s an extremely ancient magickal symbol, both an acknowledgement and refutation of polarity.  I believe the symbol of the cross is the meeting point of two realms; a nexus, the alchemical furnace of creation.  The cross is a doorway, a gate, a portal.  Furthermore, I believe those who wield it would do well to learn something of its awesome power.  This knowledge of the meeting place of the vertical and lateral, this kiss between heaven and earth, can enslave entire worlds when perverted.  But when used truthfully, as a force for Gnosis and Innermost Light, it can offer us a way out of that same slavery.  Because when you stand up and speak truth – and on a local and literal level when you fight for freedom, workers-rights, healthcare, anti-austerity measures, affordable housing and positive social reform – just as the generations before you did, you honour the dead.  You actually become that meeting place between heaven and earth.  You become that doorway.

So, if knowledge is indeed power, in a variety of contexts, then what kind of spiritual power and knowledge has been lost to us?  I’m not talking about some imagined magickal wisdom tradition, some unproblematic and easily codified elite spellcraft. I’m talking about an experiential knowledge – a participatory relationship with the spiritual and numinous.  It isn’t just some ad hoc ritualism, nor is it simply dry, empty scholarship.  It’s more akin to a radical and steadfast dedication to your own private art and evolution.  A gnosis that sacrifices neither its rigour or joy, and that incorporates intellect, evidence, trial and error – a relationship that also honours the sacrifices of your forebears and the nameless dead.   This is the kind of knowledge that’s been lost.  Purposeful re-enchantment.  Or what Gordon White at the indomitable chaos magick website Rune Soup calls ‘the restoration of context.’  After all, there is a qualitative, contextual difference between raw data and knowledge, isn’t there?  The former is information, perhaps lacking in any inherent utility, but the latter is information mediated and processed through the human soul – through praxis, nuance, context and acuity.  It’s this acuity and lucidity that an active working relationship with the spiritual can recover – a passionate keenness of perception, an unconquerable creativity.  But remember, a true working relationship with the divine can at times be both dangerous and disturbing.  There are unseen shadowed realms around us, as well as realms of light.  The true practitioner must have some working knowledge of both, and the continuities between them.  There will be wondrous revelation, but also terrifying or unsettling encounters.  Walking such a liminal path is not for everyone, and that’s ok.  These notions can be applied in artistic, creative endeavours, and not just the explicitly magickal or spiritual.  But if you sense some kind of deeper truth in these words, if you yearn to recover what has been lost – then you must discover your tools and prepare yourself to step into a world alive with energies, entities, resonant fictions and sublime truths.  It is the very thing the monsters are afraid of; the Archons, vampires, demons and their human familiars.  They are afraid of you, at your most dynamic and unfettered. 

Tuesday, 24 November 2015

Church of the Ragged

Archon – for me the very word opens a kind of psychic-linguistic rift. It creates a cognitive aperture into a host of interconnected meanings that encompass fact, fiction, history, myth and psychology.  Historically speaking, we don’t need to argue the fact that there have always been very real power-elites, and the enforcers and administrators who serve them.  Pop-culturally our movies and television shows and comics are filled with sinister archonic figures.  Pop-culture is no less potent a mythology than our classical tales, and as Chris Knowles from The Secret Sun explores through a superhero perspective in his book Our Gods Wear Spandex they often draw on the same sources. The Agents of The Matrix, the Strangers of Dark City, Captain Pinbacker in Danny Boyle’s Sunshine, Brando’s Kurtz in Apocalypse Now, The Overlook Hotel in Kubrick’s The Shining – in my opinion all draw heavily and explicitly from Gnostic mythology.  In modern fiction the Archons and their Demiurge have come to us in the forms of ravens, black dogs, sinister children, ingenious serial killers, malevolent Artificial Intelligences, mysterious alien races, fallen angels, and interdimensional spirit beings.
I get why Gnosticism still has a kind of edgy underground vibe to those with the insight and acumen to get what it really means – because the moment you take the idea seriously it becomes frightening.  But frightening in a rather particular way – in that uneasy shit–is-about-to-get-real kind of way.  There’s stuff in life that’s just too painful or horrific to process directly.  I imagine for some of the more astute and prescient thinkers out there Gnosticism might be painful in not a dissimilar way.  Because however you cut it, however many of the edges you try to smooth away, Gnosticism in all its various permutations takes the idea of spiritual slavery very seriously.  In many Gnostic texts this idea of spiritual slavery is often symbolized by the intellectual state of sleep or ignorance, and the literal act of rape.  In Hypostasis of the Archons the Authorities of Darkness – the Archons – attempt to rape Eve in the Garden, as they later attempt to rape her daughter Norea.  She petitions Heaven to spare her from this horrific act and is visited by Eleleth, a powerful angel of the Aeons.
Eleleth tells Norea that she isn’t just a fallen shadow-creature, but that she has the spirit of truth emanating within her, a fragment of the imperishable light, and is therefore a holy immortal being of the Pleroma.  Norea has the mother of wisdom Sophia within her, in the form of Zoe, or Life itself.  And this means the Authorities of Darkness despise her in their jealousy.  This insight is crucial.  I personally believe this insight cuts to be the very heart of Gnosticism in all its permutations.  Which is the fact that Knowledge, Enlightenment, or Emancipation isn’t just a state, it’s a process; the process of becoming free, of literally seeing spiritual truth.  Inherent within this notion is the implication that the illusory world of matter, the realm of chaotic shadow-form overseen by the blind demiurge, can still be reconnected or transformed or taken back into the Pleroma, into the infinite, imperishable Light.  This is admittedly my own personal interpretation of some pretty hardcore variations of Gnostic cosmogony.  But what this suggests to me is that even the demons and dark angels of Samael can still cry out to the Holy Spirit just as Norea does, and ask for their sight to be restored.  To no longer be avatars of Samael, blinded as he is blind, but to become more than shadow-soul – to become independent agencies gifted with a fragment of the Pleroma within them by awakening to the reality of pneuma; the divine spark and breath of life.  Here at Amid Night Suns I often refer to this luminous pneuma as the Innermost Light, or the Midnight Sun. 

In Gnostic lore the feminine Sophia and the masculine Father of the Entirety want to redeem everything in Creation by bringing it all into the true Light.  In some variants of Gnostic cosmogony it is the presence of Christ who allows Sophia to reconnect with logos, her syzygy and male counterpart, and thus restore balance to the cosmos.  But what all of this lore implies is that the Archons are, in a sense, artificial beings.  They have ‘souls’ born from the realm of Chaos and shadow-form, and are technically sentient, but they are also cold, unfeeling and spiritless.  If Sophia’s desire is to redeem the entire fallen world of form (and in some Gnostic variants, also redeem herself) then it must be possible for even the Archons to experience enlightenment, to awaken to pneuma and achieve Gnosis.  To transform themselves into beings of imperishable light.  In fact, this happens to a son of the Demiurge in Hypostasis of the Archons.  Sabaoth witnesses his father Yaldabaoth (another name for Samael, along with Saklas) being cast down into the Abyss of Chaos by a powerful angel of divine fire created by a single breath from Sophia.  In seeing this internment of his blind, power-obsessed father Sabaoth renounces his part in his father’s false claim to supreme godhood and prays to Zoe and Sophia for redemption.  His prayers are answered and he is taken up and made gatekeeper of the portal between the Pleroma and our shadowy, chaotic world of forms.
Personally, this idea comforts me.  That darkness can eventually become light; that a cancer doesn’t just have to be cut out, it can eventually be healed completely.  Or in a more mainstream Christian sense a fallen angel can become a true angel of light once more.  Our sight can be restored.  Our wings can be returned to us.    


Our real tangible world seems more Archonic and more apocalyptic than ever.  We’re experiencing terrorism, war and the promise of war, mass migrations, famine, disease, and grinding, unending poverty.  It’s not exactly a snapshot of human civilisation at its best.  We could argue that there are various global elites who are currently attempting to massively centralise their power, thus extending their reach over the control of our lives.  We could further argue that in doing so they are attempting to hollow out all joy and purge any sense of mystery from the human experience.  In their inability to awaken to the reality of Pneuma, the divine spark and breath of life – as Sabaoth and Norea do in Hypostasis of the Archons, these elitists desire instead to synthesise their own false Spark.  In their reductive, essentially atomised worldview the closest things to gods or unknowable forces with any agency are themselves.  The power-elites sell this hubris to us as ostensibly rigorous ‘Science’, thwarting all primitivism, superstition and fallacy, yet doing so with virtually godlike anthrocentric power.  You don’t have to be a genius to see the religious desire behind this kind of materialist fundamentalism, and the logical conclusions of its worldview. 

In this highly exclusionist paradigm, devoid of all magical thinking, we are a race of purely biological entities on the cusp of a transhuman critical-mass – a singularity that ushers the blending of biology and technology, man and machine.  This fetishized cosmogony assures us that human beings are destined to become quasi-artificially intelligent super-beings. A parahuman A.I. that will eventually go off-world and journey through the stars.  But these elites don’t mean everyone.  They don’t mean third-world inhabitants, or even you and me.  Their transhuman Prometheus will only share this digital fire with the Elect, the truly powerful, the very Highest in the Land.  The rest of us will be used, as now, to feed the new race of Synthetics, to maintain the infrastructure that supports the demiurgic A.I. to which these elite Synthetics will fervently supplicate.  It’s all complete nonsense, of course.  It’s an indulgent, exclusionist horror-fantasy.  But we can see how this kind of thinking is the logical extension of the human imagination trapped within a hierarchical, Archonic system.  This is what an Archon’s idea of apotheosis might look like.    

Even today, in the grim real world, mainstream culture seems determined to think like an Archon, an Artificial Intelligence; a spiritless shadow-entity.  The mainstream will seemingly go to any lengths to reject nuance, subtlety and context.  Like the elites who have colonised their minds and appropriated their discursive spaces the average mainstream individual is invited to see things in only the most extreme polarities, in virtual binary.  Either everything is a conspiracy or nothing is.  And since those who question authority and officialdom and believe in conspiracies are obviously idiots or mentally ill, therefore nothing at all is a conspiracy.  But the truth is that corruption is nothing more than the visible manifestation of conspiracy.  In order to deny the fact that we are being manipulated in extremely sinister ways we must ignore political, financial and corporate corruption, evidence of which is all around us, and growing.  I believe this clinging to denial in the face of overwhelming evidence creates fractures and schisms in the human psyche, what others have called ‘cognitive dissonance’.  Furthermore, I believe it’s this dissonance that can breed psychopathy in the general population. Feeling like a caged being, and seeing evidence of other caged beings – but not being allowed to articulate what you see – can drive you mad.  I think we express this dissonance as the general ‘pressures’ of modern society.  And it’s these societal pressures – poverty, zero-hour contracts, austerity, unaffordable housing, cuts to healthcare and social services – along with the overwhelming psychic pressure to conform and survive, that assures the continuing supremacy of this elitist, hierarchical system. 
It’s a predator/prey system in which a self-appointed few control and feed on the many.  It’s a society in which ‘civilisation’ uses maintained third-world slaves to build both its trinkets and its infrastructure.  It’s a hideous form of Social Darwinism in which only the most perverse and mercenary will prosper.  And herein lies the heart of Gnosticism and the truth of Archonic reality – that of manipulation as a strategy for maintained injustice, imbalance and inequality.  A false system of hierarchical power differentials, a vampiric cannibal culture of orchestrated and strategized oppression.  Just as in Gnostic lore when the Archons became enamoured with Sophia’s reflection as she peered into the waters of the Abyss, so to has human society become.  Narcissistic and petty and vacant, obsessed with eidolons, icons and phantoms, but unable to capture their true spirit within those echoed images.  We’ve lost touch, lost our connection to the Source, to ourselves.  We continuously deify and glorify and apologize for the hideous actions of our rulers.  It’s almost as if Gnosticism in all its forms is outlining the mechanics and metaphysics of a kind of cosmogenic capture-bonding – that the human race encountered something it didn’t understand, was captured and enslaved by it, and fell deeply in love with it, worshipped it, and would die to defend its authority.  The reason I take this Archonic version of Stockholm Syndrome or capture-bonding so seriously is, in part, because the shamans and storytellers and occultists of various cultures all over the world have explicitly or implicitly suggested such notions for thousands of years.  Not only do we defend our abusers, we turn them into politicians, priests, kings and gods.

At the very least, Gnostic mythology is a frighteningly elegant metaphor for the history of human societies.  At best it’s some kind of truth, or quasi-truths; the visible edges or remnants of a hidden or lost knowledge.  A lost knowledge so incredibly powerful, so politically sensitive and spiritually incendiary, that it might allow us to better comprehend our place in a dangerous and magickal universe, and perhaps even offer us that fabled Emancipation.         

Sunday, 8 November 2015

That Old Black Magick

There is darkness, and then there is darkness.  One is ancient and womblike, fecund, nourishing.  But the other is something else entirely.  It is not only the absence of light, but the absence of hope.  There are various magicks living in the hearts of the human kith.  Some of these magicks are stygian, predatory.  But some are darker and stranger and older than any desecration.  It’s these magicks the fallen ones fear – the archons, the demons, the vampires and their familiars.  They know little of this greater, luminous darkness – this holy place of creation where love and joy and passion are forged, and lived.  They know little of how this magick is made manifest, how these deeper spells are cast.  They know nothing of the rituals of lucidity.  They will look and see only their ruinous shadows, but if you look – with greater eyes – you will see holy, impossible things.  And voices will speak to you, strange and benevolent, and you will know.

Wednesday, 14 October 2015

London Down

Are we living evermore in some vast corporate art installation? Here is a precis of what I see in my beloved Londinium. Militant profiteering from the nightmarishly unrepentant British Establishment. Vulture-Economics, soft genocides. A litany of elite-serving forecourts and landscaped non-spaces disguised (barely) as redevelopment and 'urban regeneration' - inert and soulless secular temples, venerations of absence - lining a sinister path to a glittering new feudalism.  We are left drowning in the wake of emergent dead zones, pastel-coloured investment silos for unaccountable off-shore power-brokers.  Ghost places that have asset-stripped the future.

Things are losing their texture, rough edges hewn to a porcelain sheen. A photoshop consciousness. We deny the necessary imperfections of our skin, deny our pores, our public discourses, the blind spots of our cognition. Our politics intransigent, our socialism laminated, lacquered in gloss of the eternal tragic present - no past, reforgotten, no future, unproposed and unfinanced by our self-appointed imagineers. London is being colonised. A theme park with only the merest connection to history, or hard-fought or hard-won human rights. Only as much history as can fit on a blue commemorative plaque; struggle and achievement as Tweet. Social progress (for the cash shufflers) as status update. Soundbites are far too unwieldy these days.

The corporatisation of human will, the vampirism of the counterculture. Gentrification as rapacious acquisition. Shunt the poor and the minorities from a vibrant former ghetto, made trendy through their counterculture contributions, through human will under duress. Use redevelopment as the guise; unaffordable housing, the commodification of street-cred. The unhoused and abandoned poor now forced to some greater ghetto. This ghetto's next generation, a little more broken and colonised than their forebears ( a little more inured to the practicalities and rituals of abuse), but still resisting in their way, still creating art and culture. Non-sanctioned soulmaking. The new ghetto eventually becomes vibrant, a hotspot, a scene. The vulture economists and developers notice and swoop in. The cycle of gentrification begins again. Lather, Rinse, Repeat. Brixton, Soho, Camden, Shoreditch, Whitechapel...

Reclaim our histories, renegotiate our thresholds of what we will allow, or else the new cities will be all be Damocles, razor-edged, unliveable and insouciant, hanging above our heads.

Thursday, 8 October 2015


To see someone as they really are, and want them anyway. To want to build wings for them. Yeah, I know what Love is.

For the unrepentantly carnal
For the seekers
For the wild at heart
And always, as ever, for the lovers....

Monday, 21 September 2015

Revelation of the Magi

In firelight, in the place just beneath the world, the young traveller makes marks in the dirt.  He thinks of how the firmaments were formed, from stories.  He knows that he is merely a poem wrapped in flesh, given cognizance for a brief time.  The Magi had come here to this secret place long before him, and would return long after his death.  The young traveller sits at the fire, gazing into the flames. 

It was said they followed a star.  Some called them kings, others called them sorcerers, prophets.  Some even said that they were ghosts, daemons, strange spirits from other realms.  But they spoke of a birth, that human flesh had been touched by divine fire – that a great light had been born upon the Earth.  Others had foretold of this coming light.  Something so powerful that it would connect rather than cripple, love rather than hate, liberate rather than enslave. Tall tales fit only for children, or the mad.  But there were those who believed.  In a light that loved them, bled for them, would die for them.

The young traveller smiles as he gazes into the fire.

The flames are fracturing time, stories splintering into a thousand mirrored shards of ancient knowledge – encoded glyphs, secret languages, dead histories rousing beneath the living.

The Magi are with him now, circling the fire.  He feels their kinship.  He senses their resolve.  They want to show him something.

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.   


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 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.


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.  


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.