Antichrists, AIDS, royals, charities and child sexual abuse? Joining the dots to make a question mark Part One

Dear anons, I’ve written about this briefly once before, and was asked at that time by one anon if I wanted anyone to dig further into the information I mentioned. At that time, I decided to leave things as they were, but I think the time has come for me to tell something of my rather strange story that connects the topics listed above. Perhaps someone will find it of interest.

Many years ago, I was a rather impoverished student at one of the world’s most prestigious universities. Through a mutual friend, I met and began to hang out with the person I will refer to as X. He was not a student at the university. In fact, he had just dropped out from a rather expensive private school in the UK. But we began to hang out together, though there was always something a bit strange about our friendship.

To be honest, the friendship had a lot to do with access to illegal substances. I was young and naive, to say the least. I had also fallen out with my family and felt generally rather alone in the world at the time, struggling financially to make ends meet during my university career, in a milieu where many students had rather wealthy families behind them. X, on the other hand, was living with his grandfather back then (his father – so I was told – having “gone off to Tibet to purify his soul and die” in what sounds uncomfortably like some sort of Rosemary’s Baby scenario, I would later realize). And despite generally dressing rather scruffily, X always had money – and generally a rather comfortable supply of such things as hashish, marijuana and other substances. At the time, I thought it was fun to smoke hashish, so I was often keen to hang out with him. Over time, however, I noticed some rather problematic aspects about the process. For example, after smoking, X would sometimes want us to drive somewhere in his car. Perhaps I was excessively sensitive as a result of intoxication, but I would often find myself pleading with X to slow down as we drove around the city streets and in the country lanes around the city. My anxiety seemed to give him great pleasure and to goad him on. He would laugh and sometimes drive faster – as though he took pleasure in my fear. Looking back, I can see that this might have been a possible marker of psychopathy, but I didn’t know anything about such things at the time.

Anyway, rather than going into too many details, I will cut to the key episode in this story. One day, X took me to his grandfather’s homestead, where he was staying at the time. There, we soon consumed enough marijuana to put me into a rather affected state. And then X began to talk in a rather strange way – a way that would greatly affect the subsequent course of my life. I will try to paraphrase as well as I can the gist of what he said. Put briefly, it was more or less along the following lines: ‘You know, [anon], I know a lot of people. And if you want, we can hang out together, have a lot of fun, and you can get to have anything you want. We can go to parties with rich and famous people, maybe even turn up together in a gold Rolls-Royce if you like. You can meet beautiful women, hang out with rock stars, be anything you like.” I wondered where this was going, and seeing my interest, he continued with something that I wish I could remember exactly, but this was a long time ago. “There is, however, one catch,” he said. “In order for this to happen, you would have to worship me.”

Antichrists, AIDS, royals, charities and child sexual abuse? Joining the dots to make a question mark Part Two

I suddenly felt a huge wave of anxiety. This seemed very strange. The atmosphere turned heavy and I wanted to leave. I told X that I wanted to go home immediately, and he drove me back to the place I was staying. I don’t remember whether we talked about anything along the way. Back home, alone, however, I was filled with dread. Partly owing to my very religious childhood, I couldn’t stop thinking about the story of Jesus being taken up to the top of the mountain by the devil and offered the world:

‘ The devil led him up to a high place and showed him in an instant all the kingdoms of the world. And he said to him, “I will give you all their authority and splendor; it has been given to me, and I can give it to anyone I want to. If you worship me, it will all be yours.” Jesus answered, “It is written: ‘Worship the Lord your God and serve him only.’” (Luke 4: 5-8)

Perhaps it was the strangeness of the events, perhaps my state of intoxication, and probably a combination of both, but I was filled with a growing sense of fear. I felt that I must have come face to face with some sort of Darkness that I never really knew existed. I asked myself, Is X really “offering me the world” here – as long as I worship him, whatever that means? And, if that is the case, what does this all really mean? Is he some sort of Antichrist figure? And, if so, what would that make me? If X is the Antichrist, offering me the world, am I some sort of Messiah figure (remember, I was young, naive, intoxicated and afraid)? If that were the case, I thought, then I would get some sort of sign, I thought. The phone will ring, and there will be no one there….

Perhaps my sense of time was disturbed by my intoxication. I guess I will never really know. But what seemed to happen next was that the phone suddenly rang! I was paralysed. I didn’t know what to do. I waited a long time before picking up the receiver (we had those back then). When I did, there was no one there…. I was terrified. It seemed to be a sign that confirmed something very strange indeed. I was very frightened indeed.

The next few weeks were very strange, difficult and intense for me. The events of that night, and the sense of dread they induced, pushed me into a confused and confusing state that I can only describe as a mix of spiritual awakening and insanity. Over the years, I have come to the conclusion that these states can be very closely related. I felt that I had suddenly become aware of the existence of Evil in a way that I could not turn away from. Everyone around me, however, thought that I simply had gone insane, that there was nothing more to it. And I admit that my state of mind was very disturbed at the time. I was overwhelmed by fear and confusion. Yet was this just madness? Looking back, with all the understanding of the world that I have gathered over the years, it seems that there must be more to all this than just that. I hope some of my reasons for thinking thus will become clear, though I am not sure how anyone reading this will think.

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Antichrists, AIDS, royals, charities and child sexual abuse? Joining the dots to make a question mark Part Three

Ultimately, my parents talked me into going to their home – even though we had been barely speaking for months – and I was reluctantly put into a sluggish state of mental stupor through the administration of a drug that has since been taken off the market for reasons of safety. It was a huge crash. For one thing, a world of insights that I was having was switched off. I was also being humoured and lied to in ways I found terribly humiliating. I realized I had to get away from the mind-numbing toxic drugs, so I faked normality and went back to university. But things would never be the same again. The events of that night had triggered a major crisis in my life. In fact, while I feigned normality long enough to switch the subject of my university degree, I have rarely felt any sense of safety or true happiness since that night. It was as though any sense of a positive future was wiped out by the events of that night and the subsequent traumatization by the pharma-psychological establishment. One day the pharma world will be made to pay for its crimes against humanity, but that subject will have to wait for another time. Suffice it to say here, however, that my academic career was devastated by the events of that night. Until that point, I was expected to graduate in law from a top UK university and become a barrister who could expect to earn a very comfortable income as a result. And while I’m not ungrateful that I never went down that path and ended up becoming just another cog in the machinery of Empire, life has certainly not been easy since then. The events of that night led to several major psychological crises over the years, which left deep scars in my psyche, partly owing to the way in which I was treated by both family and the medical establishment, though the matter is much more complex than that (though I will have to save that subject for another time and place). As for X, however, who triggered this major crisis, I wonder what he was thinking at the time. I wonder what he knew. I wonder if he might have been just learning the ropes about how to induce others into some dark movement. I wonder if he knew that he messed up. And I wonder, too, if there is any compensation that should be made in cases where one individual drives another over the brink in such a way…. I wonder also if there were any others who have had their lives changed in such a way. I guess we may be many out there, not to mention others who may even have accepted such an offer as I received, in whatever form it may have been made. This seems to be a world that rarely appears in public view. So many questions. It would be good to know what this was really all about sometime.

Anyway, why do I bring this up here? Of what relevance could my strange story possibly be here? And what of the links I mentioned in the title? I will turn to that now.

Antichrists, AIDS, royals, charities and child sexual abuse? Joining the dots to make a question mark Part Four (End)

When I knew X, he was, like me, just a teenager. And yet he talked of being connected, of knowing people, of a strange world that I had never known. A world of luxury, riches and fame that he seemed to want to use to entice me. Was it all just fantasy? Just something he made up to play with me. As events turned out, it seems it may not have been. Indeed, I remember X referring to the offspring of several famous figures that he knew (and one of whom he obtained illegal substances from). I remember a major international arms trader being mentioned, and a famous opera singer, for example. X may have known, even then, that he was connected to the elite all along. One can only speculate. But some years ago, I decided to see what I could find out about this person, to see what had become of him. And it turned out that X now moves in circles that can only be described as being close to the very heart of the British elites. Indeed, he was appointed chairman and trustee of a charity working with African “AIDS orphans” (sic) that was founded by a prominent member of the British royal family (about whom there have also been speculations of some sort of ‘antichrist’ status, strangely enough). In addition, for six years he held top leadership roles at a famous children’s hospital that only narrowly seems to have escaped being dragged into the massive scandal surrounding notorious child sexual abuser and friend of the British elite, Jimmy Savile – during the period in which this serial abuser was active. The hospital in question investigated itself and claimed that there was no evidence that Savile had abused any of the children at that institution, and that Savile himself did not have the special access there that he had been granted in other British institutions. However, given the proven ability of the establishment to join ranks to protect their own in such cases (as when former UK prime minister David Cameron, for example, allegedly conspired to ‘disappear’ evidence of organized abuse while director of a UK TV company; see http:// www.dailyalternative.co.uk/david-camerons-watergate-kengate-what-really-is-going-on-shatter-the-silence/ ), perhaps we will never really know.

All in all, though, I realize that my story is just one tip of a much bigger iceberg. And I wonder whether closer scrutiny might serve to bring the nature of the apparent Darkness at the heart of our corridors of power into view. For me, there remain questions I would love to have answered. I would like to know what this person whom I call X really knew when he seemed to be ‘offering me the world’. What was really going on in his mind? And what had his father done that had caused him to set off for Tibet allegedly “to purify his soul and die” (though I did hear that the father came back alive from the trip). Was all of this just a game, or was there much more to it? And, are there other people with similar stories? What sense did they make of what happened to thme? And what roles did the individuals concerned later go on to play within the corridors of power? For myself, I have struggled with the after-effects of this episode for most of my life. It was unquestionably life-changing in a way that has not been easy. What seemed to be a very promising future was certainly cut off at that point, and I have had deep psychological and material struggles ever since, though perhaps that is simply a part of destiny. And perhaps I was already vulnerable before the trigger event itself came along. Still, not really knowing what to make of all the information I have gathered about the world as a result of the ‘quest for knowledge and understanding’ those events triggered, I have sometimes thought that maybe one day I would be put in a position where all I had to do was push one little button and the effects would help bring about the better world that many of us here seek. And suddenly, today, it struck me that perhaps telling this story here might be the little button that has finally arrived. So I put this story here, as an anon, with no names given. Perhaps someone out there is waiting for precisely this little piece of the Big Puzzle. On ne sait jamais, as the Little Prince says. So I leave my story here and say, May God speed us all to a world of Truth, Justice and Peace. Where there was Darkness, let there be Light! WWG1WGA. And bring it on! A storm is brewing. Let’s hope we can clean up this planet and our souls once and for all. God knows we all could do with a little help with that task. May God see fit to shorten the days of these difficult, trying times. Y’all take care out there.