Chapter 4

So…and off we go…again!! 

…and if you thought all the last bits a bit unbelievable….wait till you’ve read the next bit!!! 

I got back from the UK after an exhausting period moving all my possessions out of various hidey holes …had to buy a long car transporter trailer to load it all and I bought a beautiful full size Tipi with all its poles…and then arrived here in Belgium, stored it all on my newly purchased land….and someone came along on a very dark night and burnt it all for me!! A real arson attack that for just a few moments was very upsetting for me, especially as I knew immediately that I had lost that lovely shiny new Tipi that hadn’t even been taken out of the bag. 

I often post events that happen in my life to FaceBook and so there was my post and a lot of sweet hearted folk responding with sadness and regrets, or some with anger on my behalf….and yes it could be like that…except that I didn’t feel at all angry, and bizarrely very few regrets! I knew whomever had done this was obviously disturbed or distressed in some way and anyway, in a very real sense, for me this was a message direct from God. Everything is energy and it ebbs and flows, ebbs and flows and one shouldn’t hold too closely to whatever is lost, or possibly found either. Is there anything that belongs to us? I am still a little sorrowful for the loss of the Tipi as I’d had many quiet dreams of hanging out in it, meditating in it…cooking food and receiving friends…holding ceremonies and sitting on the earth energy lines that I invited to gather there which I had hoped would make me better…in lots of ways, but especially my health. And then loss happens. But this is actually more of a kick up the backside rather than a kick in the teeth… Here lies opportunity and a future. And I have so much that I want to do that doesnt necessarily involve Tipis or any of the other stuff that I dragged all the way from England. It really isn’t worth getting upset about. 

And then, encouraged by this an end came to my prevarication, which had occupied me for several days and I started finally on the real work at hand…. The Houses of Parliament!!! 

So, as I had previously discovered, there was a line of soul prisons right down the centre line of the various buildings…from Big Ben, through the various corridors and chambers, the House of Commons having two…through the main central Lobby and in to the Lords section which also had two and then in to the Prince’s Chamber, the Royal Gallery and finally the King’s Robing Room at the southern end of the complex. These were all fairly easy to release, but the more I do this work I find it is very tiring. I believe now that this is because holding a connection with the various Angelic energies, helpers and guides and with Chiron and Myriddin is somehow energetically stressful. I obviously don’t mind it, but I have to be aware of the toll it takes….which added to all the other stuff I’m staggering around with is a burden I could do without, but Hey!! How many folk do what I do?? 

A few days later I started again and it happened that I was alerted to the main building of the Foreign and Commonwealth Office, not far from Parliament. I discovered seven prisons there, all in a definite planned structure underneath glazed domes sited around the building. Right next door is Downing Street, home to the Prime Minister and the Chancellor of the Exchequer. Only two Prisons there, and since the building is attached I moved on to Her Majesty’s Treasury. 

This was to be the first really serious soul prison of those that I will encounter.   

The Treasury has a central courtyard for parking…once used for carriages of course. It is huge and circular and must be spectacular when viewed from it’s centre. It cannot be seen from the road outside other than perhaps a glimpse through the arch and the security gates. Right in the centre, where once there may have been some kind of monument, a huge soul prison. 1,870,000 Souls incarcerated there. Nothing else in the building, just that. 1,870,000!! 

Until this, I had thought the numbers I was recording were very substantial. The Houses of Parliament…101,706, in total. The Foreign and Commonwealth Office…42,000. 10 and 11 Downing Street…a mere 9,178. But actually, as this building, The Treasury, is at the heart of what has been an immense empire…perhaps it’s understandable. 

After this I then came to Westminster Abbey….44,307…right down the middle of the main Aisle…This is the building where Kings and Queens are made. 

As I wandered around the area of Westminster on Google Earth I came across Westminster School and there there is a hidden garden. Has been hidden for 900 years apparently, and this immediately alerted me to it having something to do with William the Conqueror…Again. 87,000 souls in the prison under the spreading branches of a huge tree…. Then a building, not so old, but crammed with dowsed black magic sites. Another 7,001 souls. 

Something had been twittering in mind about the Tower of London, ever since my first run in with William and his magician back in Battle. William had very quickly set about building castles wherever he went. London was the obvious first major target and The Tower was surely involved in what I believe to be a complete grid of soul prisons around the country. 

With a mixture of trepidation and glee I intuited immediately as soon as the castle complex came up that in the north, just within the walls there is what appears to be a graveyard. 498,000 souls. The site where the Crown Jewels are kept, another 498,000. And then the Tower itself. Used for defence originally, then as a palace by multiple Kings and their families and then of course as a prison for celebrity bad boys and girls…. 

196,000,000 Souls. 

This is a staggering number…and difficult to comprehend how this could be. How could this possibly be? I double checked and even mentioned it to J…, with whom I had been occasionally connected through messenger texts. He thought me mistaken, but I went back again. 196,000,000. 

We looked at the possibility of this being something to do with the Pandemic of Covid strains and …but it dowsed that this was an accumulation of souls over centuries….perhaps there being a spell that has been cast to draw the souls in from London city which has always been on the doorstep, with many folk dying on a regular basis… The Bubonic Plague, Black Death…the Great Fire of London in 1666 and doubtless many other disasters…plus of course the staggering poverty and disease. I just don’t know… 

In the whole complex of the Tower and it’s grounds there were 198,000,000. Plus some areas of black magic, and all this associated of course with the earth energy lines that had been used to power all of these various sites of the houses of government around London.      

All of these souls released. All of these prisons closed. The areas around the sites purified. The lines cleansed. I’m wondering what the result can be. I probably will never know. 

I am convinced there is more of this work to do. The White House… Jerusalem….and the rest. 

It’s a curious feeling doing this work. It’s entirely unverifiable. A few folk understand what I’m doing, but it’s right on the edge of believability in my life….I completely understand if most folk think this is just tosh. It takes a while to get used to. 

And then after the arson attack and all the really negative stuff that had been happening for me in or around the town of Lessines….I just thought….”stuff this, I’m off”…and so I completed a few basic manoeuvres to get the ship ready, called the lockkeepers and let go all connection with the place…except for the plot of land that I own there, my post box which gives me an address, which gives me residence, which gives me the right to stay in Europe.   

I had intended to go up river and over the hill, down the Blaton Ath canal to Mons where I knew there to be a safe mooring. We stopped in Ath on the way up, but next morning was very frosty and cold and it was dangerous work roping through the locks like that as the ship decks are steel and slanted and very slippy, so at the end of the next day, more or less at the top of the hill I decided to stop for a bit. It was bound for frost the next day as well, I was exhausted already and Christmas loomed so stopping in this wide open landscape really appealed. As I write I’m still here over a week later. We had one or two days of fabulous sunshine and since then grey and wet, wet, wet. It’s ok though, I managed to struggle out on my electric bike and get food, there’s plenty of firewood and enough fuel to power the generator for charging the batteries….and more importantly, time to sit and meditate, work on the rest of the areas where dark works have manifested and see what’s what with England, America, Israel and China! 

I decided to restart in England…at the root of royal power. Buckingham Palace. 

The building wasn’t always a palace and had been built merely as a large townhouse for the Duke of Buckingham in 1703. King George bought it in 1761 and finally after much alteration it became the enormous monstrosity that it is today after huge transformatory works in 1837. Victoria was the first Monarch in. I believe none of them actually liked the place very much, which I find hardly surprising as there is a huge soul prison, well there was, in the North East corner. 

2,000,000 souls. 

This prison dates to 1735, so you can’t really blame the royal family now resident, or perhaps any of them, but you’ve got to ask…do they know?? It was in the throne room after all. 

Next in line, the Home Office. 80,880 souls plus or minus, with evidence of black magic. 

Department of housing. 1,770,000. More black magic. 

MI5…two individual prisons. 1,870,000 each, plus black magic. 

London South Bank University. 380,000 and black magic. 

….I suspect there to be more, smaller prisons. It saddens me to miss them but my focus at this time is to swipe this form of dark power from under the feet of the obscene people who are still using this evil for their own benefit. 

I will say that I also have a kind of timetable, that I don’t really have an understanding of…which has an awful lot to do with the phases of the moon and of course the winter solstice just past. I know from friend Pam Gregory that this period of time is hugely important and heralds The New Earth. She’s talking about so many powerful aspects that are affecting us absolutely right now…and we are in a shifting situation between the last “old order” and “the new”. Too right! And not before time. In so many ways, where we’re at is so utterly unsustainable, something new has to happen, because, with humans being so completely docile and ambivalent when they lead cushy lives, which vast numbers of us do now, who on earth is going to fess up to doing what actually needs doing? Well there’s lots of folk for sure…all suddenly deciding they want to live on the land, away from cities and city life…but those who hold power absolutely aren’t listening to them…..they listen to their masters…the billionaires etc. 

One thing I realised I could do to ameliorate this situation is to invite the angels….of whom there are apparently countless numbers, to go forth and create this new earth. To open the hearts and minds of men and womenfolk, right across the planet…to bring new life to the oceans and seas… To the land, the animal kingdom and the plant kingdom…to the air… 

From time to time I still wonder if anyone’s ever going to listen to me….?Angels, listen to me and go forth and create? But then, why not? If I am gifted a work and it actually works, who am I to say it doesn’t work, even if I cannot see it work or know how it works? 

This really brings me to Trust. Without complete trust…knowing beyond wishing or hoping, having complete Trust, there lies the potential for creation… Perhaps we should say co-creation….as I’m really not doing this am I? 

I had a little look at Edinburgh and Holyrood Palace of course has prisoners. 188,000 in the park, two more sites of 188,000 in the palace itself and another 188,000 in the Abbey. No big surprise there then. They’ve all been at it. 

The numbers are incredible. I almost, almost don’t believe it. It’s just having an insight in to the acquisitive nature and the lust and love of power of humans makes me think this has to be true. I ask myself constantly…”Can this be true what people have done?” Am I able to accurately tell how many souls of departed humans, something that one would have thought was the most valuable thing to us, can be so easily caught and trapped…for millennia? ….and most of this work has been achieved by assorted wizards and holy men…actually people who purport to be holy, working within the churches, for the so called “Nobility”. Pah!! 

And so to America. 

Within the white house complex of the Oval office and the East Wing etc, 3,880,000; 

The US Treasury, 10,880,000…plus or minus. 

All gone to the light now!! This work was done on December the 24th. A day which in astrological terms is kind of a re-birth day for the US. Pam is suggesting there will be huge shifts there, something that will affect us all. Some few days later, there’s nothing on the news. Just the normal incomprehensible blather of markets going up and down. 

And then Jerusalem at the Wailing Wall…1,880,000. 

And then…Beijing. 

In the Great Hall of the People….197,000,000. 

Then the big daddy of them all… 

The Palace of the Emperors…The Forbidden City. 

600,900,000. 

These people have obviously set up spellnets or similar to draw in and trap the souls.   

If one can imagine it, it can happen… 

I took a couple of days to both digest this new situation and recover.   

I live in two minds… It’s true!!!/ I’m mad!!! 

But my connection with spirit really wears me down and I need a rest.  

I have other jobs on too. Caroline near Norwich has something wrong at her farm and in the village locally, people die from cancer and commit suicide a lot. I take a look and there are a lot of ghosts around on the land…and the underground water courses are showing as minus 10!! That’s practically and actually poison. There are disparate earth energy lines wandering through the area but basically the place is grim. It happens to be the site of a Viking village she says and that could explain the ghosts and other anomalies. She just asked me to look at her place…in all conscience though, can I leave the rest of the village to remain as a hell hole of hugely negative energy? I’m not sure I can. 

Over the next few days I start to get a feel of what is going on locally and it’s evident that the main issue is the underground water. Three main flows under the village and they are horrible. I track them back towards their source and discover that they lead to a lake with an island in the middle of it…and there of course is a soul prison. I find there are converging earth energy lines there, one going direct to the church and another going south to a very large manor house, which isn’t of a similar age to the creation of the prison in the lake, but still has its own prison with more converging energy lines meeting on the front lawn. The picture is clear. Our Norman Geomancer has called by one day and set this up…and now after centuries, the prison is leaking it’s ghastly energy in to the lake and thence in to the underground streams that flow below the village. The vortexes that emanate this energy up to the surface are as bad as the streams.    

Clearing all of this gives me immense satisfaction. Clearing all the trauma points and ghosts has become second nature. 

And now I’m really struggling. It’s pretty certain that rather than Long Covid I have something called Guillain-Barré, which is a nasty and occasionally lethal disease of the nerves. It’s very rare, but it seems like I have it. Basically I live with almost constant exhaustion, burning nerves, especially in my right leg and occasional nerve inflammations that seem to rush from one end of the bod to another. If I stay still, life is wonderful. If I move, it’s constant pain and exhaustion. That’s what I feel today. I’m promised from dowsing the situation, it will get better. 

So…there are questions that have arisen for me around this soul prisons thing. 

Are the numbers significant? I think they might well be. There seems often to be a repetition of the numbers in some of the prisons. 7 or 8 seem to be used a lot in the totals of incarcerated souls. I suspect that if I were of that mind I’d be fascinated in the numerology that has evidently been used. Certain numbers give extra power to the intention of the operator…? The more the merrier obviously, but I occasionally see multiples of 7. Fortunately it’s a mystery to me as I’m completely uninterested in that aspect, and that gives impetus to what I do as I just don’t get distracted with that side of things. Basically I’m dyscalculic and never go near numbers if I can help it. 

Likewise, at this stage of the work, I’m really not that interested in how this dark magic is done. Part of me says this is wise because I don’t in any way want to be tempted to use this power for myself. Part of me just thinks I’ve got too much to do to clear all these prisons without worrying about that stuff….and then I’d have to deal to a certain extent with more of the ghastliness of human nature. 

I do wonder though about how many people are aware of this incarcerated souls situation and that in many places this boosting of the energy of intention is freely available. For example… In Buckingham Palace, a place that doubtless many power hungry individuals have been drawn to…including Jimmy Saville and others like that I’m sure. Does this negative situation draw more negative energy in or are dark energy people just attracted to it? 

Just keep on doing the clearing. 

I have noticed though that these soul prisons regularly show up as having glass domes built over them… This has come up a lot. 

The last two days I’ve been working fairly consistently on clearing as many soul prisons from the British Isles as I can find. I just know there are more all around the country. I start in Scotland and work down. I have to find a method of working and slowly it becomes evident. Google Earth provides grid lines and when they are engaged it makes it easier to track across the country. Unfortunately though on close up scale there are so many grid lines it’s difficult to see what you’re looking at! 

Glasgow, in a Medieval building that now houses the Cafe Negro, 9970 souls, with the prison created 477 years ago. 

Carlisle, in the Cumbria County Council Offices, only 87 years ago created but holding 9970 souls. 

Darlington…in a Bandstand in North Lodge Park, created 266 years ago. 10,497 souls. 

Scarborough Castle….set against the sea on a promontory, an excellent site for defence. 12,700 souls in what looks like a well site. Ghost lines and trauma points and black magic. In another ruin closer to the steep incline overlooking the beach and out to sea, another prison. 12,990 souls with black magic indicated. Then another building, the remains of a chapel in the grounds, 9,980 souls. 

Harrogate. 11,970 souls. 

Sited in the Clayton Hotel in Leeds city centre is another prison. I suspect it’ll be in a conference room on the ground floor, but again, as so often there is a glazed dome set over it. It dowses as still being used for black magic!! 11,790 souls. 

And the list goes on. 

Fleetwood. 7998 souls. 

Barnoldswick. 7998 souls. 

Ilkley, 1979 souls. 

Weatherby, 1988 souls. 

York, 7997 souls in one location, 7799 in another, the Abbey gardens. 

York again…St Denys’s church, 7998 souls and in York Minster, the fabulous Gothic structure hiding 18,990 souls…plus or minus. 

York again…The Natross building in a Roman Catholic school…many, many souls…and still used for black magic. Really??? Yup!! 

Hull was busy with soul prisons. Manchester had five. 

So…some patterns are emerging. The indicated years the prisons were established seem to fall in to two groups. Medieval and relatively modern. I’ll maybe draw some conclusions once I’ve done with all of this. It is stunningly repetitive and I struggle to hold focus. I keep reminding myself of it’s importance. If I was a trapped soul….for a thousand years. Time might mean little in that situation, but one would still know one was trapped. I would want out! 

There’s also a pattern forming about some of the location types…often old prisons appear on open ground. It may be that people instinctively are aware that something’s not right with a site of a prison so the ground is left clear of buildings. Often one can see in the locality old manor houses or some church edifice or at least evidence that a prison would have been sited in a location that would be a defence position, an island in a river appears often. This wasn’t always so in London or in the larger cities I’ve mentioned but generally I’d say people steer clear. 

And then a significant change happened in the way I operate, which is a relief as I’m tiring of the repetition. 

I made a Facebook post about some aspects of the situation with the Viking settlement and it got a great number of likes, which is always charming, and an awful lot of comments as well. I’d briefly mentioned the situation of the soul prison being in the lake and how it was affecting the water, and large numbers of folk suddenly wanted to know more… Not just curiosity, as a lot of folk do similar to this work or are at very least sensitive to bad vibes of places visited and they want to know why. One chap named Billy asked me to have a little look at the Rollright stones in Oxfordshire, actually not that far from the stones at Stanton Harcourt. I had a peek and it was obvious something was up there as I drew up the earth energy lines and could see very quickly that one in particular led directly to a large house to the south of the stone circle. This was a very large mansion, perhaps three hundred years old. The gardens were quite formal with laid out box hedging, a swimming pool and a tennis court and obviously everything being manicured to within an inch of it’s life. This place belonged to someone who enjoyed great wealth.       

I posted that connection on Facebook and even more people became interested, but I hadnt cleared the prison, so next day I set to….and as I did that work I started to see that actually there were other houses on nearly all the earth energy lines that ran through the stones and they all had soul prisons, tennis courts and swimming pools. They also had horses and obviously everybody was living in the lap of luxury in every single home. All of them were estates of large manor houses or mansions with a farm attached as well and they were spread out in a circle of many miles circumference around the Rollright stones. This really wasn’t chance. 

I sent this information off to Facebook as well, with an explanatory image from my Google earth mapping and really hit the big time! Suddenly I was famous!!! 

A lottalot of folk wanted to know more, lob in their two pennyworth or ask questions and occasionally someone would say something that really added to the conversation. Marvellous!! 

It’s very odd, all of a sudden having one’s name upon the lips of many people. I’m living alone on my ship, effectively in the middle of nowhere and where absolutely no-one knows me or speaks to me….and then suddenly my work, something I really care about, gets a relatively huge amount of attention…. Obviously this has an effect and for several hours I’m swept up in a haze of silly dreams about what this could mean for me. A book deal, lecture tour….drinks on the house. New friends!! But of course it’s nonsense. Complete and utter tosh. Maybe this will turn in to a book one day…but it means nothing. Being real and centred and honest with oneself and others, that means something….and fortunately I know how to deal with that rampant kind of thinking and it fades away. 

After this episode I change my approach to the clearing of the prisons from my project. I decide to seek out other systems like the Rollrights one. See if there are other folk up to this sort of dark work….and yes!, straight away I’m led to another large house at Cirencester that is at the centre of another series of houses with soul prisons. Again these are very prestigious homes for the staggeringly wealthy and again they are estates with farms attached, horses in the paddocks, swimming pools and…tennis courts. It’s absolutely bizarre that 90% of the homes I have found and continue to find have tennis courts, very close by the soul prison. Most of these places are laid out with the gardens in a state of perfection…everything neat and tidy and almost always the prison, which is always out of doors and just a little way from the house, is set in some kind of low structure. Perhaps a raised circular flower bed or within a formal garden, occasionally set within a very distinct maze or a fenced off area. The Royal Agricultural College was one of these buildings. The college is set in what was a huge private mansion. Enormous acres of lawns, and a folly tower set in an enormous circular grassed area, the prison not far away. 

My next grouping was different though. Centred around Chippenham, the houses where the prisons were found were much less grandiose. Working farms where one might imagine the main income was from the farm. An occasional swimming pool and rarely a tennis court to be seen, but this was a definite grouping around one central soul prison to the south of the town. 

Another grouping I found just to the south of Oxford near Frilford. This time what one might describe as a gated community of the staggeringly wealthy. Four or five enormous brand new homes tastefully spread out over a hill, with lodgings for the ‘help’ and every essential for a luxurious life. Actually, when you see, even from a distance, how some people live it takes your breath away. Just a few miles away there will be real poverty and the dull urban landscapes of Blackbird Leys in south Oxford. Jobs at the Mini factory…gloomy half lived lives. 

Today, sitting in bright and beautiful sunshine in the ship’s wheelhouse, I turned up another of what I’m calling either Covens…or to exercise my Saxon tongue, Clusterfucks. This one possibly in association with the Coven of the Rollrights. Certainly one big house is connected to both. I haven’t been drawing up the earth energy lines for all of these clusters of dark magic places. Too much work! I want to see what the scope of all this is….maybe find out how many and what we’re dealing with in it’s entirety. Also, having re-connected with Karleen and had a chat about all this, she suddenly is offering to get some of her students involved in the clearings and I’m thinking it’d be great if we could all of a sudden like….sweep the whole bloody lot away in one fell swoop and see what happens then. It’s very interesting for me that the government right now, and especially Boris Johnson are stumbling due to a really stupid party that was had at number 10 in very early Lock down…and too, the Royals are coughing and spluttering as Andrew prepares for his legal defence for child abuse….Will they survive? I better have a quick look through their various houses as I’m absolutely certain there will be more prisons around the country in their various estates. I bare them no ill will, but…it’s time they were gone. 

My thoughts also are turning to the larger picture. The era when these homes of the wealthy were built and these soul prisons established. The years of Empire! 

Britain obviously has history. The Empire was consciously built and was a system set up to extract as much wealth from the originally free world as possible….and pretty much not that many people cared how that was done. Mostly this wasn’t about racial difference….this was about rape and pillage for as much as could be got. The American adventure didn’t end well and the Brits were sent packing, but India, China and Africa all were consistently pillaged for their wealth of all the building blocks of Empire, and most people in the generations before mine all thought it a jolly good idea. Well you would wouldn’t you? If you were on the winning side. But who really benefitted? I have to say actually, not everyone. If you have ever read that extraordinary book, ‘The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists, you will get some inkling that right at the very height of Empire, millions of British people, most British people, were on the edge of starvation continuously, and this was a very clever scam put upon them by the wealthy…. Convince the poor that that’s always the way it will be and that they should serve the wealthy up to the point of death….and now we can see, apparently beyond death in their soul prisons, and they will all stay in their place. Things did change for a while after the second World War…but they’re at it again those wealthy folks….just watch and understand. They use now exactly the same language of coercion and contempt that they used a hundred years ago when that book was written. Oddly, the book was set in Hastings where the author lived…and died of consumption and where I lived for a while. I understand that such utter poverty really did exist there…. My life there was one of relative ease and I never spent a day hungry.   

And then just this morning, something entirely unexpected happened, in this history of the utterly unexpected….something exceptional.