OTHER NOTES:

metaphors...and the WARMTH...i get it now...the 'war myth'....petrol nell had also been alluding to 'myth' as in kabbalah...what you can get people to believe, if they really want to believe it and for whatever reason...

BI ONLINE were then to give me an example of somebody's mother...who had committed suicide...hulbrusch had understood her frame of mind, at the time...he had also been suicidal now and then, throughout his life...anyway, she had been a remoteviewer who had been induced to believe that suicide was simply a door to 'the other side'...the 'ultimate' in mood-change ("suicide is painless - it brings on many changes" M*A*S*H)...and yes she had been addicted to various 'mind-altering substances' - mainly pills from her doctor, i might add..."anti-depressants" replies BI ONLINE.

BI were also to show me a book of short stories that the mother had written...and there was one 'just before the middle' which was the key to it all, as far as i can remember...and so what had that story been all about? you see the terms 'red' and 'dress' were to come up although as far as i know - they didn't feature in that particular short story...and so was i tracking and tracing a 'home/hume' programmer...who had used auto-suggestion upon her - to send her to her death? the 'red hotel' mob...for want of a better description....

oh and another thing...somebody had told her that she was no longer the 'hub' of her family and friends...and that was what had depressed her, in the first place...her children were rarely in contact...her friends had become somewhat distant etc etc...and i wonder now - had she had her hub chip/hub status removed - upon the ill cult network? see previous notes upon gill being programmed as a 'hub tyre' in west warks tennis/squash club carpark...or should one call it a 'leisure' centre...the word 'leisure' appears to be important in some way...but i do not know why, as yet...

anyway, having looked at the above...i was then to think "i know why i didn't want to watch that film GHOST TOWN now"...the whole myth about 'ghosts'....and 'seeing ghosts'...see previous notes upon turning up at auschwitz with nicholas campestre...to meet the elderly jooish WWII veteran - who was running the cinema...he was to tell me "you can see them" and nothing i could say, could convince him of the opposite...see previous notes....as far as i was concerned...the rabbis had cleared the energy field...i couldn't detect anything...all i could see...and hear, i might add...were the crows in the black skeletons of winter trees, outlining the snow-laden fields surrounding the compound....

...perhaps, what that man had been 'seeing' in my mind...were the memories of ill cult abuse within that compound in 1980...because that is what i was to remember, later on...and that had been nothing to do with ghosts, i can tell you...all of those people were still alive, too - at the time, as far as i know...not 'ghosts' in any shape or form...unless you are talking 'spooks' and 'spies' that is...and the MI5 russian course.

anyway, as a child i had loved ghost stories....read as many as i could...but in terms of character, i was always little SANDY in THE PRIME OF MISS JEAN BRODIE...i wanted to believe as much as i didn't want to believe and so would 'question everything'...

i was to meet a likeminded soul in alister baxter at dartington who was to put it all succinctly...along the lines of "when i want to believe something...i use every single argument against it, to tear it down...and nothing stands up, after that one...nothing ever does...."

...which is pretty much the way that i used to feel about things...and in relation to ghosts in particular....as a child, i had wanted to believe in ghosts...i had desperately wanted to meet one...but at the same time i was to put up every argument against ghosts...and the net result was?...that i tore it all down, every time...just like alister.

....having remembered the above...i was to remember a meeting with alister and his mates, at dartington...and it was all about 'contacting the dead'...alister was to refer to totnes/hippie-speak scathingly - as in 'the life of the soul'..."fairytales"...i was to say that in point of fact, it was now a question of quantuum physics...and referred to what that norwegian scientist would get up to, in the future...with his telecommunications/radio equipment i.e. contacting the aurelia borealis...

the group had that book of short stories...so whose mother had it been? louise cunningham's? i cannot remember...they were to tell me that sarah turner had read it and then 'frozen'...like a computer...i was to say that i didn't want to look at the book, at that point in time...but that i would ask the rabbis about it...i then talked about my great grandfather...they asked me if i were in contact with his ghost...i replied that this was nonsense...he had passed over a long time ago and was gone...which is why the conversation then turned to 'quantuum physics' and the aurelia borealis..."the idea of trapped souls" replies BI ONLINE...phil then said that he would do some work upon it...and as far as i know...he did some artwork, that term - around whatever he was to find out...

I was also to say something around how the joos and catholics had a word for that intermediary stage...before passing on...i.e. that the souls were still within the earth's planetary atmosphere and so were "not really dead"...because they hadn't fully passed on...

for my own part it was "a grey area"...and for phil's part...he was to see it as "green darkness"...isn't that odd?...which is why he was to do the research on the aurelia borealis, i suppose...

oh and another thing...the very first art project that we were given upon that dartington course...the 'identity project'...well phil and i were to do some very similar artwork as our 'first piece'...even though we were not 'on the same floor' in the barn - and so, had not been influenced by each other's work...i was to draw a very fluid life-size figure...in lots of pencil lines, graphite lines...grey lines...whirling lines and whirling hair...phil was to do something similar to represent himself...but he was to use watercolours...in mainly green with a bit of blue...swirling strokes of the brush...a lifesize figure. my father had told me, before going to dartington that phil was just like myself...in relation to being a remoteviewer and 'what he could do' on the networks...anyway, i was then warned not to make contact with phil, where possible...and to work independently of each other...which is what we were then to do.

...anyway...and then...sheila clayton was to have a look at the work done, during that first term...to pronounce that jade laing's piece was 'the thief'...the one who steals the spoons...the mind control slaves, i suppose...see previous notes.

....what else? gill...you knew about the 'grey' in relation to the 'grey background with flowers'...mcdonald and sc were to say that as remoteviewers they were always trapped by the grey clouds...to then end up going through a very scary experience of becoming part of cyclones/tornados...however gill and i knew how to get through 'all of that' and go beyond the earth's planetary atmosphere...into that 'zone' where all things are possible...a bit like an advent calendar in a way...so many doors...and so much hidden knowledge behind them....in that fantasy world of scarlett's MI6 cosmos...see previous notes.

oh and SAS scottie was to remoteview...whilst in that masonic building - see previous notes...i had never seen anybody go 'up' so fast...he shot out of his body like a rocket...and out of the earth's atmosphere...to then view the 'cosmos' zone....some people can, some people can't...what else can i say...