HEARING VOICES? SCHIZOPHRENIA? Find help and hope here.

SCHIZOPHRENIA IS / SCHIZOPHRENIA ARE....

2012-01-22T06:53:00.000-08:00

SCHIZOPHRENIAIS –

NO! ALTHOUGH COMPLETELY

UNGRAMMATICAL

IT ISFAR MORE ACCURATE

TO WRITE

“SCHIZOPHRENIAARE – “

WHY? WELL JUST ASK DR. JOHN W. PERRY, HARVARD MEDICALGRADUATE AND FORMER PROFESSOR OF PSYCHIATRY AT THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA–

HE WROTE: “Let mespecify at the outset exactly which condition I am speaking of here: this isonly one of the many syndromes that pass under the name ‘schizophrenia’…”

In thepreface to his scholarly, but very readable, and certainly beautifully writtenbook, Schizophrenia Genesis, Dr. Irving I. Gottesman writes that “A heritage of distortions, stagnantcertainty, and self-serving territoriality characterises the fields ofknowledge about this dreaded disorder - aptly called ‘the cancer of the mind’”, and offers his book “...to help fillthe information gap between the ‘ivory towers of academia’, with its research‘factories’ and private language, and the idiosyncratic narratives glorifyingor obfuscating disorders of the mind”.

Is itany wonder that there could be such uncertainty, when there is such a choice asin the following list – which is very far from complete:

Someschizophrenics have a thicker than normal corpus callosum…

Some schizophrenics have high levels of‘sulphite’ in the urine…

Some schizophrenicsexhibit high levels of copper in serum and hair analysis…

Some schizophrenics havenutrient deficiencies, especially of B vitamins, zinc, magnesium, chromium,manganese and vitamin C, while food intolerances are common in many…

Some schizophrenics have a greater than normalsusceptibility to arthritis…

Babies born in cities during thewinter are at greater risk of developing schizophrenia in later life than thoseborn in country

areas, or in summer, (possiblybecause of damage in the womb caused by influenza in the expectant mother)…

Some schizophrenics have alarger than normal left lateral

ventricle…

And so on, and so on….

In hisbook, Dr. Gottesman continued –

“Schizophrenia is a complex disorder of humanfunctioning. The absence so far of asolution to its origins compels me to be skeptical about received wisdom fromall participants, however noble and well-intended. I am, however, optimistic about findingsolutions via the energies of scientists and the canons of science within adecade.”

Well. In fact, twodecades have passed since those words were published, and the ‘received wisdom’appears to be no wiser.

Onewonders whether anyone still bothers to consider or use the elements in thislist of ‘first rank’ symptoms of schizophrenia? They certainly add yet further choice to the seeker after truth.

1 Voices speak one’s thoughts aloud.

2 Two or more voices (in the mind) discussone in the

third person.

3 Voices describe one’s actions as theyhappen.

4 Bodily sensations are imposed by anexternal force.

5 Thoughts stop, and one feels that they areextracted

by an external force.

6 Thoughts, not “really” one’s own, areinserted among

one’s own thoughts.

7 Thoughts are broadcast onto the outsideworld and

heard by all.

8 Alien feelings are imposed by an externalforce.

9 Alien impulses are imposed by an externalforce.

10 “Volitional” actions are imposed by an external force.

11 Perceptions are “delusional” and un-understandable

I firstbegan to ‘hear voices’ and experience a whole range of other phenomena in 1980– without in fact become ill, although I was subjected to considerable intrusionand disturbance within my mind and within my body, experiences that continue tothis very day. For a number of years, Icontented myself with keeping notes of all that happened as it happened. Then, finally, I settled down and began towrite the book which I have subsequently published.

I hadanalysed my notes and written quite a lot of my book before I came across theabove list, and when I did so, I realised that I had written in detail of myexperience of each one of these ‘symptoms’, albeit in my own words, yet never(I repeat) had I become ill. And still Icontinue to hear voices and frequently have experiences that might even add tothe list. And still I know without the remotestshadow of doubt that what I experience results from spiritual intrusion into mymind, body and senses.

Undoubtedly,as my quotes above indicate, there are many sincere researchers trying toidentify the causes of the ‘cancers of the mind’, but unfortunately they arenot themselves voice hearers. Consequently,they experience no problem and accept without question such diagnoses as – “Schizophreniais caused by – a chemical imbalance in the brain – one side of the braintalking to the other – the ‘bicameral mind’ – and so on…”

So whynot ask ‘Ruth’ who was ‘invaded’ by a very strong presence in both her mind andher body. The presence declared itselfto be ‘God’, and step by step, ‘God’ took over Ruth and dominated her in everypossible way. In time, ‘He’ convincedher that she was utterly despicable, no better than a turd, and the sooner sheremoved herself from the planet, so much the better – SO! You are on the bridge – there’s the river –JUMP. And Ruth jumped….

Fortunately,she survived, struggled to the shore, and completely covered in mud, naked fromthe waist down, she found refuge in the home nearby of someone she knew. And still people try to tell her that she hasa ‘chemical imbalance in the brain’…

I writemore fully about Ruth and others in “Living with Inner Voices and Physical Presences”,which is posted on my Blog (www.roycvincent.blogspot.com), together with other relevant articles. Additionally, within my book (www.royvincent.net), there is a compilation of well over thirty different ‘ploys’ that have beenused by intruding ‘entities’ (intelligententities) in their attempts to undermine me and make me ill.

Everyvoice-hearer who reads this will have his or her own experiences that areprobably vastly different from mine or from Ruth’s. They are experiences that many others willwant to read. So why not write aboutthem and send them in? A couple ofparagraphs – anything …

After all, youare the ones who know what it is like…

So why not tell it as it is?

TAILPIECE

“UNLUCKY FOR SOME – 13”

Psychiatrist, Dr. Richard Mackarness, openshis book Not All in the Mind with a case study – in fact, a‘presentation’ at Park Prewett Hospital. The ‘case’ was ‘Joanna’, and her psychiatrichistory that he relates is frankly frightening – especially if you had beenJoanna!

Shehad been admitted thirteen times, often compulsorily, because the psychiatristscalled by the general practitioner to see her at home had considered her to bea danger to her children and herself. Inher most disturbed phases, she would slash her forearms with any nearby sharpobject; had done some bizarre things to her children, including throwing onethrough a closed window (fortunately on the ground floor)… and so on forseveral paragraphs. Most of the psychiatristsat the Hospital had had Joanna under their care, and almost every diagnosticlabel in the book had been attached to her illness: schizophrenia,schizo-affective psychosis, pre-senile dementia, temporal lobe epilepsy,neurotic depression and anxiety hysteria.

Asthe presentation proceeded, the majority opinion was that the only solution wasleucotomy, as in her thirteen admissions Joanna had failed to respond to everyknown combination of psychotropic drugs as well as several courses ofE.C.T. Mackarness used all of his persuasivepowers to be allowed to try his experimental methods as a last shot before thedrastic action of leucotomy, and his colleagues agreed – more or less on thelines that ‘well at least it will do no harm!’ He had been influenced by work in other countries that had found that inmany instances, mental health problems originated in food intolerance orallergy.

Theprocedure was simple, and began with a five-day spring water fast followed bytest doses of suspected foods. In theevent, Joanna was found to have strong reactions to chocolate, bacon, coffee,egg, and one or two other lesser items. Three months after discharge Joanna was ‘happy, euphoric, sometimesalmost hypo manic in her hearty enjoyment of life. She goes out to work, cares for her childrenwithout harming them and seems almost back to her old self…’

Another book thatopens with a case study, thirteen referrals and multiple diagnoses, is Understanding Dissociative Disorders. Author Dr. Marlene Hunter ‘is world renowned forher work with medical hypnosis and Dissociative Disorders.’ She is also a determined advocate of‘Dissociation’ as opposed to the earlier ‘Multiple Personality Disorder’,principally, it seems, because she wants to distance herself from any possibleassociation with the presumed ‘spiritual’ connotation of ‘multiple-personality’.

In the openingpages, Dr Hunter introduces a patient whom she names ‘Jayere’, and begins, “Asour doctor-patient relationship became established and grew, I became more andmore confused. She had had, fromprevious family doctors, twelve psychiatric referrals. These resulted in twelve diagnoses. I made the thirteenth referral, and thus shereceived the thirteenth diagnosis – that she had a neurological disorder, not apsychiatric problem. The neurologist,however, said in no uncertain terms that she had a psychiatric problem,not a neurological disorder, although he could not account for the fact that ontwo separate occasions she had two distinctly different EEGs.”

Jayere sat with Dr.Hunter and prepared to be hypnotised. Dr. Hunter, much against her own instinct and entrenched beliefs, haddecided to explore a suggestion made by an older colleague who had said, “Haveyou ever thought of multiple personality disorder?” Thus, she writes, “So, with gritted teeth andfeeling scared stiff, I gathered all my courage together at one of my nextmeetings with Jayere and asked while she was under hypnosis (we were working onrelieving the headaches), ‘Is there any other part of you who would like tocome and speak with me’?”

And this entirely different gruff voicesaid, “Of course! What took you solong?”

Withmy own more than thirty years of direct experience of voice hearing andphysical presence, I have no problem in understanding the existence of this‘other’ within Jayere, nor have I any problem with the fact that she had hadtwo distinctly different EEGs. What elsewould you expect?

ROYVINCENT JAN 2012

ELECTRICITY ON MY MIND

2011-07-24T06:11:00.000-07:00

ELECTRICITY ON MY MIND

For a considerable number of years, I have realised that I am acutely sensitive to a variety of electrical and magnetic phenomena. As with many other human reactions, it is not easy to describe these internal responses, nor to quantify them or give them any scale of measurement that others may use in comparison. That others are sensitive, and are responding, albeit unknowingly, can be judged from their unconscious behaviour, and also from the consequences to them, which are usually harmful.

This may seem a long way from mental health issues, but in fact may have everything to do with them. My whole adult life and working career have been involved with electricity in one form or another. From the intricacies of Naval radar in WW2, through a Degree in Electrical Engineering, to my role as a measurement specialist in the UK Nuclear Power Programme – electrical phenomena and equipment were at the heart of my life.

My interest and involvement did not cease with my early retirement, but gathered force and in a different direction. It was a direction that was governed by the fact that I discovered that I am very sensitive to a wide range of electrical influences, both natural and man-made. Realisation came initially through reading a small but very vital paperback – The Ion Effect by Richard Soyka. He describes the onset of serious mental health problems caused by naturally occurring changes in the electricity of the surrounding air. To me, it is a seminal book - there are still second hand copies available on line.

The reason that I mention it now, is that Soyka asserts that at least a quarter of individuals are acutely sensitive to their electrical environment, while many of the remainder are affected without realising it. I give very detailed descriptions of the sources of electrical stress and their consequences for mental health right through the book that I have written. Written primarily for voice hearers, it has descriptions that apply to all the common mental health ailments.

I am not writing this now in order to keep plugging the book, (which is free on line www.royvincent.net ) but to tell you what my background is, as I go on to describe some recent experiences that are relevant.

I live in rural surroundings with virtually no external sources of electrical and electro-magnetic interference. Thus, almost all that I encounter comes from devices that I control, being then aware of any change in my environment resulting from anything being switched on or off. Recently, I was reminded of this state of affairs through my reaction to two newly acquired and vastly differing devices.

The first is so ‘every day’ and simple – an electro-magnetic deterrent against rodents. Installed in my loft, its aim was to stop rats and anything else that wished to make it their home. A friend plugged it in for me while I was downstairs doing other things. Very soon, I realised that all was not well in my head – I developed a headache that experience told me resulted from electromagnetic transmission. Experiment with random switching on and off left me in no doubt that the device was the culprit.

Now, this was from a distance of more than 30 feet, and through a total of 3 feet of stone wall – and from a very insignificant device. If it had been left running night and day, and I had not been aware of its presence, soon I would have been suffering from unquantifiable effects in my head which could then have created or exaggerated mental health problems, if I had been suffering from any.

Far more powerful and instantaneous were the effects of a newly arrived Internet wireless ‘hub’ or ‘router’ for my computer. As soon as it was switched on, it had to be switched off. The effect was diabolical. It is so difficult to describe the effects in my scalp and inside my head. All I can say is that they were absolutely intolerable, and the only way in which I can understand how they are tolerated in most homes, is that they are just another ‘add-on’ to the general electro-magnetic smog in which most individuals live.
The micro-waves in an oven are contained by the in-built screening. The micro-waves from a wireless router or hub are specifically designed to flood the whole house or building. If they can pass through walls and floors and into the street, they will experience no problem in passing through the human body and skull, where they can overwhelm the minute and subtle currents and voltages that control the senses and actions. Picture the growing child – from the moment of conception; at home; at school - possibly for 24 hours a day – and you might get some idea why there are so many children with problems

Someone who wrote eloquently about the electro-magnetic smog is the orthopaedic surgeon Robert O. Becker. Researching the very small electrical currents that flow through bones at the site of fractures, he realised the full extent to which the body relies on minute internal electrical functions: functions that are so easily disrupted by external electrical fields. From his 1985 book The Body Electric, this is what he wrote:
“It may be hard to convince ourselves that something that we cannot see, breath, touch, taste or smell can still hurt us so dreadfully. Yet the fact must be faced, just as we have learned a healthy fear of nuclear radiation. Certain scientists, some perhaps acting in a programme of deliberate misinformation, keep telling the public that we still do not know whether electro pollution is a threat to human health. That is simply not true. Certainly, we need to know more, but a multitude of risks has been well documented…”

Another acclaimed researcher and writer is Dr Cyril Smith. His book Electromagnetic Man is yet another publication that defines the reaction of living things to their electrical environment. Find him on the Internet and you will discover such a mass of research into these effects, and then, perhaps, you will, like me, stop and wonder just why…

When so much is already known and published, just why is this knowledge not translated into a wider understanding and application in the regular analysis and treatment of individuals with mental health problems? It is already well known that to live under an overhead power line is a sure way to invite mental depression… it is already well known that electric over and under blankets can produce unwelcome or harmful effects… it is already well known… I could go on at great length…

Governments appear to be waking up to the fact that cases of depression are increasing almost exponentially: that individuals are showing signs of dementia earlier in their lives than hitherto. To me, the causes are so obvious. To me, the remedy will not be found in newer and more powerful drugs, but first, in acknowledging the truth of what I, and so many renowned researchers are saying, and second, in educating people so that they themselves can take responsibility for their own and their children’s lives.

But do not wait for Governments to act. Much of the remedy will lie in your own hands. Simply do an audit of your own living space and discover how much you can eliminate or reduce by limited use. Remember, if you are a parent, the mental health, the behaviour problems of your children are your responsibility, and remember that their lives are being grossly affected by all of the electronic gizmos and gadgets that flood their lives and which are used without restraint – even such apparently harmless gear as hairdryers and hair straighteners will be taking their toll...

Remember, I began writing because of the actual effect upon me of merely two very simple and common devices – just don’t get me started on some of the many, many others… long-life light bulbs, mobile phone masts… I said, “Don’t get me started!”

But be aware of this also – when someone feels unease in their head to the extent that logical thinking becomes difficult, or when they feel disoriented for no apparent cause, it is then that they may be at their most vulnerable, and be easy targets for the intrusion by voices and physical presences.

ROY VINCENT. JULY 2011.

THE KINGDOM OF MY MIND

2011-07-03T03:04:00.000-07:00

My mind to me a kingdom is,
Such present joys therein I find,
That it excels all other bliss
That Earth affords or grows by kind.

Sir Edward Dyer (c 1540-1607)

My mind. My kingdom. Would that it was always so! Would that it had always been so! I had cause today to reflect upon what had been, to me, a gross violation of the ‘sanctity’ of my inner life. By a Consultant Psychiatrist, no less, and even though more than forty years have passed, I still seethe with an inner rage that it should have happened. And it happened thus:

In the early nineteen-sixties, and as the result of a medical misdiagnosis and very inappropriate subsequent treatment, I ended up with a very severe clinical depression, and as an in-patient in the local hospital psychiatric ward. (Described in the first three chapters of my recently published book.*)

My wife used to collect me at weekends, and return me on Sunday evening. On one occasion, it seems, we must have returned following a personal row, the circumstances of which we flatly refused to discuss with the Ward staff. Again, on the following day, I refused to enlighten the Consultant. Shortly afterwards, possibly the same day, he said that he believed that I would get some relief from my general condition with the help of an injection of Pentathol. And so he proceeded, and dribbled it in. But as I lost the last vestige of consciousness, I heard him say “Tell me about N…”, naming my then wife.

Not until thirty years later did I find out what it was he wanted to know, and, generally, what it was that I told him. At that time, i.e., in the early ‘nineties, I took part in a Class Action against the makers of Librium, et al, and in the process obtained all of my medical notes. I found it difficult, if not impossible to read them more than briefly, until the time when I needed detail for my book. It was then that I found a letter, written to my then G.P., in which the row was described (it had become a ‘blazing’ row, by then) and ostensibly the cause, although having mentioned our refusal to discuss the matter, he didn’t enlighten the G.P. about the method by which he had obtained the knowledge. Whether or not his statements were correct, I have no way of knowing for he also took away part of my memory with that wonderful therapy, E.C.T. – another violation of my mind. But there this letter remains in my Hospital and G.P. files in its unpleasant exposure of my personal life, obtained without my permission, and in gross violation of the privacy of my mind.

But why bring it back into the light after such a long time? Surely the passage of time…? Yes, but circumstances have a habit of stirring up old thoughts, and today being Veterans Day I had some old thoughts stirring. Yes, I am a Veteran, and although I did not see fierce action, nevertheless I served in a destroyer that was mined. Thirty-five friends and shipmates were fragmented or incinerated within a short distance of me, and I count myself so very fortunate not to have joined them. I don’t need special occasions to make me remember them, for the burn scars on my hands are a still visible reminder as I type, but there are times when I want to think of them – to mourn them. And I want to do it deep within the privacy and solitude of my mind.

There are other profound and personal memories and experiences that I would dearly love to revisit, and while I would not try to relive them in my mind, I need to explore them in all of their nuances – recollections of goals achieved, hopes realised or dashed. Memories there are of individuals in all of the huge range of circumstances that life throws up. Memories that are so deep and intimate that one would hold them close, and never share except with a close and trusted friend.
But I cannot do any of this. Yes, my memory is sound now, and recall is very clear and lucid, but the privacy is non-existent. The privacy and solitude of my mind were violated once more nearly thirty years ago. Again, I must refer you to my book, and the description in Chapter 6 of the circumstances that brought me to the point where I wrote:

My 11 am sitting place was in an upstairs room looking north east to the nearby mountain tops - Scafell, Great Gable, Yewbarrow and others. I settled into my chair, easing my neck onto the high wingback, and rolled my head gently from side to side to smooth out any tensions. And then something happened that was so dramatic and far-reaching, and yet, paradoxically, was totally devoid of drama. A ‘presence’ that I could not see, moved from the space in front of me, into me, and immediately my mind was charged with another ‘voice’ or provoker of thoughts, thoughts over which, then, I had no control, and which were not initiated by me. In my head began conversation as between two separate people, one of whom was me.
I began to ‘hear voices’.

Just consider: it was broad daylight; mid-morning; I was wide-awake; I was not under any form of stress; I did not drink or use drugs. My sole purpose in being in that place at that time was to be still and at peace, and contemplative. Yet here, suddenly, there was within me that which was ‘me’, and that which was ‘not me’.

These events occurred in the autumn of 1979. Because of what I had been doing earlier, from the spring of that year, and virtually until that moment, I have no doubt - not the remotest shadow of doubt - that this intrusion into me, both physically and into my mind, was of spiritual origin.

It is now year 2011, and nothing that has happened throughout these intervening years has done anything to induce me to change my mind. On the contrary, constantly, and even as I write this, I am reminded of these spiritual presences, and their intention to influence me in what I think and do.

Let me try to illustrate this in context with an example from my morning listening today – the Sunday programme, on BBC Radio 4. In order to try to educate young people in the reality of the Holocaust, the programme followed a group that was being taken to Auschwitz, and to the sites of other Nazi concentration camps. Some of the children were asked for their reactions, and it was while they were responding to the sight of mounds of shoes, and tonnes of human hair, that there welled up within me a deep emotional response. But it was not my response…

I have my own thoughts and emotions about the atrocities that were committed against the six million Jews and others in those places. Images conveyed by all of the film and personal accounts of survivors throughout the last sixty years. Descriptions of a visit made to Ravensbruck by my late father, or to Belsen by a young neighbour. I cannot imagine the suffering of six million individuals, and so, when I want to try to envisage, and personally mourn, I have in my mind certain people who have struck images in my memory as I have seen them transported to their fate. I bring these images to my mind, when I choose, not when prompted by an inner ‘whoever’.
If I want to dwell upon, and empathise with those committed to the Russian gulags, I conjure up the fictional Ivan Denisovitch to represent them. If it is the victims of arbitrary imprisonment and torture in a South American dictatorship, I am provided with a focus by the book ‘Prisoner without a name; cell without a number’, or by the words of Doctor Sheila Cassidy who was held and tortured in Chile, and whom I once met. And one single image provides me with a focal point for all of the starving and lost children of the Third World.

These are my chosen images, for the thoughts and prayers that I want to initiate and that I want to control myself. I do not want intrusive ‘others’ giving vent to their emotions within me and using my senses. Throughout the past years, I have kept notes describing what was happening within my mind and body since the intrusion of the voices and presences; notes that resolved themselves into an identifiable series of what I have called ‘ploys’. Here is one that exemplifies what I am trying to describe:

“They can intrude physically and mentally into one’s every moment, delighting in creating emotions or exploiting potentially emotional situations, until one realises that attempts are made to create laughter or tears where one is not in the least stirred up in either direction sufficiently to laugh or cry. Similarly, if the situation arose, they could create anger and supply the words to go with it in a ready flow. They intrude into one’s every thought and action, including the most intimate.
One just longs for an empty space in one’s mind where one can think one’s own thoughts, enjoy one’s own emotions and reminiscences without these intrusions. One develops the most intense hatred of them. One result of this barrage is that one resents any intrusion or contact, thus rendering suspect those that might originate from a desirable spiritual source - they simulate these as well, so as to create animosity in one’s mind to potential or existing spiritual helpers.”

They and them identify the intruding spiritual ‘entities’. I do not know who or what they are. They do not have to ‘speak’ in my mind as in the typical situation of ‘hearing voices’. It is exceedingly difficult to describe the sensation within myself that comes from an awareness of ‘someone else’ sharing the same physical space as me. I have tried to do so in another of the ploys that I identified.

“It is all too easy to dwell upon the presence of the voice intrusions. Far more insidious, and possibly ever present, is the mute physical ‘overlap’. Try to imagine a not quite exact ‘fit’, so that in every movement or reaction there is just the little bit of anticipation or lag; of speeding up when it is inappropriate; of not being quite in phase on a turn; of causing forward movement when there are obstacles to be negotiated - whether by deliberate intent or lack of ‘skill’ it is impossible to say. When the presence is continuous or frequently in and out it can become positively loathsome and one longs to be rid of it. If you have a copy, read in the Thousand and one Nights the story of the Old Man of the Sea. Sinbad, shipwrecked and alone as usual, stumbles across an old man who asks for help to cross a stream. Sinbad, in his kindness, takes the old man on his back, and then when the stream is crossed finds himself in a stranglehold, beaten about the head, made to go this way and that, by day and night, at the old man’s whim; be-skittered and be-pissed all down his back and generally befouled. It is only ultimately by making some wine from wild grapes and getting the man drunk that Sinbad is finally freed, and one can sense the ultimate release as he crushes the man’s skull with a boulder. Many times have I wished for that boulder! It is possible from one’s own reactions to these presences to understand how it is that individuals will harm themselves in an effort to get at or get rid of this gross intrusion that is only reachable within their own body.”

Or again:

“Physical intrusions can and do occur at any time; the differing intensities and variety are so great that is difficult to be specific. One example can occur when I am woodcarving. At these times there can appear a ‘heavy’ intruding presence with a ‘working’ mouth of concentration and with laboured breathing - the conclusion being that someone `in spirit` is trying to experience what they did not achieve in life. There is also the implication at other times that someone formerly skilled in life is wanting to impart that skill. This can present one with a difficult choice. There are or have been many musicians, composers, artists, writers and others who have freely acknowledged that they cannot produce their finest work unless their ‘Muse’ is present within them, and many and great are the works that have been produced. (See The Unknown Guest by Brian Inglis). By contrast, I do not want to be ‘taken over’ - I want to work out my own problems; I want the sheer pleasure of first of all visualising, and then creating, my own art or craft; I do not want to be the vehicle for ‘someone’ to operate vicariously and to remove the pleasure of my own originality.
I once had a very good sculpture/carving teacher; he gave advice on concepts and techniques, but did not attempt to influence one’s individual expression, nor did he touch the work unless asked to demonstrate, but was always there with advice if asked. Above all, he inspired immense confidence, and could rescue one from the most depressing ‘artistic disasters’.
This, by extension, is what one would hope for from desirable spiritual helpers
There can be a very great danger in accepting a ‘Muse’ into one’s person. It can often be represented or inferred that this is the spirit of someone who formerly was a well-known artist, musician etc. The belief that one has been chosen by this famous person can be very flattering, but, if continued, gradually one could lose one’s own identity and capacity for originality.”

But a pendulum swings between two extremes, and so does the ‘pendulum’ of the Voices. Throughout the thirty years that I have had these experiences, I have come to know with absolute certainty that the good, the benign, the benevolent also exist. But they do not come as the others do, with the intention to destroy; the do not come blackguarding and befouling the mind that they would control and ultimately destroy. They come almost ‘silently’, subliminally, with courtesy and with good intent.

I have been taught by dreams and fantasies,
Learned from the friendly and darker phantoms,
And got great knowledge and courtesy from the dead
Kinsmen and kinswomen, ancestors and friends…

Edwin Muir’s words contain the essence of the benign – and though it sounds old fashioned, courtesy is at the heart of the exchanges within the mind, and which are aimed at providing support and encouragement. Within my book are many examples of the good that has resulted from these exchanges with the ‘benign’ intruders. But do not take the poet’s words too literally. Do not look for, or expect to ‘hear’ the voices of deceased friends or loved ones. The voice of anyone, the ‘ambience’ of anyone, can be created in an attempt to persuade you that such a person is nearby. Any voice, any presence can be imitated!

Knowledge from the ‘benign’ sources comes virtually subliminally, by instant transfer. Whereas the unwanted voices and presences produce effects and emotions within oneself that are destructive, but which one is able subsequently to describe and discuss, there are many occasions when the welcome presences induce emotions that are so deep, warm and private that it is not possible to describe them or share them with others. I have tried to include examples of the positive help and encouragement that I received at appropriate places within the narrative of my book, and it is virtually impossible to take them out of context and incorporate them here.
There are, however, two that will always have a special meaning for me, and which might be revealing for others:

I had two very good friends whose house fronted a road that I used frequently, and where it was so convenient to stop on my way. There was always a good welcome, although Edna became convinced that it was her coffee that was the prime objective. Moving into their lounge, I passed a photograph that always touched me with its poignancy. It was of Judith their daughter, who had died of leukaemia not long before. She was in profile looking into the cot of her latest child – and the loss to Judith and to Jack and Edna was something that I found most touching. In time, it was as if Judith was actually there, and was conveying to me the fact that she was now happy, and that I must tell her Mother so.
I have never sought ‘messages from beyond’, and take my time trying to assure myself of their genuineness. However, my delaying did not suit Judith, for shortly afterwards, when I was following Edna out to my car, and just as I passed the photograph, I received a resounding thump between my shoulder blades, and an insistent voice in my head saying “Tell her now! Tell her now!!” Edna, when I told her, was over the moon, for she had fretted about Judith and the loss to Judith of her children, and to learn that she in fact was now happy was all that Edna needed to know.

My second was personal to me and to my brother, but many others to whom I have related it have welcomed it wholeheartedly:

I am now 85, and am at the stage of life when one speculates about the next ‘phase’. One day recently, I was quietly trying to imagine the moment of actual transition between this life and the next – not in any maudlin sense, but with my natural curiosity. Then gently, a most warm and friendly voice in my mind said distinctly “Don’t worry, Roy, you will be met. And tell your brother the same.”
That was all – but who needs more? In my memory, I was carried back to when I sat beside my Mother’s bed as she lay dying. She was still there physically, but her ‘spirit’ was already moving on, for she was obviously with her sister Ethel who had died some years before, and I distinctly heard my Mother speak to Ethel, saying, “When will I meet my Mother?”

There is much speculation about ‘life after death’, and many are the researches and experiments that are conducted to try to prove or disprove it. For myself, there is no conceivable experiment that could be conclusive. But now, fortunately, I have no need of speculation or experiments, for with all that I have been shown and have experienced during the last thirty years, I have been left without a shadow of doubt that there is.

Roy Vincent, Summer 2011

* “Listening to the Silences, in a world of hearing voices “
Available free at www.royvincent.net and now in paperback.
See chipmunkapublishing.com ISBN 9781847477590 )

YOUR MIND AS HEALER: YOUR MIND AS SLAYER

2011-06-09T03:40:00.000-07:00

By
ROY VINCENT

(With acknowledgement to Kenneth R Pelletier **)

A sequence of events that, literally, were mind altering, has prompted me to write this short article. Apart from any alteration to my own mind, the episodes have provided clues that may have relevance in the study of mental ageing, and, possibly, to the onset of MS and Alzheimer’s disease.

By choice, and for a number of years, I have lived a solitary life in an ultra-tranquil place, free from urban and other forms of pollution. Not a hermit, for I have many friends either in person or by phone and email, but, for large parts of my days, living deep in my ‘mind’. Possibly lost in abstract, reflective or ruminative thought, which might then give way to writing, or which might contribute to my ongoing study of that fascinating topic – ‘me’. Not in an obsessive, Narcissistic manner, but following my absorbing interest in the interplay between the mammal ‘me’, and the Johnny-come-lately intellectual ‘me’.

Here I am with all of my mammal evolution, still complete in its entirety and fully functioning – the result of aeons of logical development, and providing me with the tools of self-preservation, procreation and enhancement of the species, all of which should be in exquisite balance. And here I am with my split-function human intellectual brain which, with its divisions, can succeed in screwing up and overriding the harmony that should exist - and do it to the detriment of my physical and mental health.

In the most simplistic way, I live largely in my ‘right brain’, the centre of imagination and ruminative thought. Even when engaged in such mundane activities as washing the dishes I may be teasing away at the arguments and forms of words that subsequently I will go on to present in writing such as this. So deep can I be in analytical thought that suddenly I realise that my breathing is very shallow, and that my body is physically tense and ‘polarised’ in one particular way. But, far from being a transient phenomenon, it may be my state of being for significant lengths of time, with the ‘polarisation’ becoming semi-permanent.
Within my mind I am visualising and verbalising. But to my inner mammal, I am hearing sounds and seeing things and the mammal ‘me’ is actively seeking whatever it is that is causing this degree of attention in my right brain – and it is looking for it to my left hand side. And it is preparing me physically to respond actively to whatever it is that might come from that direction.

My left foot and my right hand ‘close’ as if holding on, while my left buttock becomes taut, with the centre of tension at the ischium. Likewise, the left testicle structure is tensed, and the left lower abdomen is retracted. Meanwhile the senses of hearing, vision and touch in the right side of my head, become marginally less acute.

The right leg and right lower quarter stiffen, producing muscular tension in the thigh and ankle region, and in the lower abdomen, while the left upper quarter and arm also stiffen. The whole creating strong muscular tension in the biceps, across my left breast and up my left neck, both internally and externally.
The musculature associated with my left eye and ear becomes permanently stressed, as the eye and ear strain to listen to and look at what, they are led to believe, may be a threat arriving from the left.

My bladder and anal sphincters tighten, together with a simultaneous ‘locking’ of my throat and neck at the level of my thyroid gland - with an unbalanced feeling of restriction, strongest on its left side.
The right eye and ear become ‘detuned’ - still retaining their proper function, but allowing greater concentration on the looking and listening to the left.

There is much more detail to which I shall return in an article that I have been trying to write for some time. An article that will also describe the various strategies and exercises that I have devised to try to counteract the deterioration that must inevitably result if it all goes unchecked (remembering that I am over 85, and want to maintain my mental and physical faculties for as long as possible.)

Help, when it came, arrived completely unexpectedly and, one might say, bizarrely, in the shape of a three CD boxed set – a gift from a very good friend. No, not music and the Mozart effect and all that, but in the form of a lecture or discourse that occupied all of the CDs. And it was not the actual content of the lecture either. With his title “The Biology of Belief”, Dr. Bruce H. Lipton began, and talked, and talked - continuously in a voice barely above a monotone, although somehow managing to imbue it with enthusiasm. Slowly, logically, persuasively, non-stop through three CDs, he led through basic cell structure, proteins, cell membranes, DNA. Building, building an argument that reached its climax in the whole person and the influence of the mind and beliefs upon its ultimate function.

But no: it was none of that. My experiences began within two minutes of my commencing to listen. Listen I did, intently, because I was now in new territory and my friend had been so enthusiastic in making the gift. And as I listened, I became aware that all of the locked in tensions, stiffness and semi paralyses were releasing and revitalising. But it was not the result of what I heard. No - here I was completely immersed in language, logic and coherent argument – I was entirely within the recesses of my left brain, and my inner mammal responded as it had evolved to do – to the ‘threat’ that might this time come from the now opposite direction. And a new ‘polarisation’ began to establish.

And it did not happen just that once. No: each time I listen, and within thirty seconds, the same changes occur. I have become so bored with the arguments and discussion that I don’t listen in logical sequence – I simply switch in at random, focus entirely on his voice – and receive my therapy. My left buttock and testicle (and all my genitalia) suddenly feel normal and in harmony: my left foot and right hand grip no longer and the sphincters begin to relax. My right foot is restored to a feeling of normality, and hitherto unnoticed stresses across my left breast gently unwind.

I have ‘worked’ the sequence many times since the initial surprise event, and have observed many subtleties in where and how release and relaxation occur – far too many to describe in this short note. To me, and in the general context in which I am writing, most significant is what follows the release of the sphincters. The left shoulder loses its semi-permanent hunch, returning to the normal level for a right handed person, i.e. slightly higher than the right#. This return to ‘normality’ facilitates the liberation of the whole cervical spine and associated muscles, while the throat with all of its internal components becomes more free, resulting in an unquantifiable ‘release’ around the thyroid, and apparent increase in blood flow to and from the brain. Tensions that hitherto were unobserved, having become part of my normal structure, now release in my left face, around the left eye and all over my scalp. The feeling of mental well-being is remarkable.

Sometime ago, I read a note in which Sigmund Freud described a patient who, he believed, was in the early stages of MS. In particular, I remember his comments following her statement that “My left eyebrow is numb, and I have trouble moving my right foot…” and his opinion that she was on a downward path from which there was no return. I recall it from time to time when my own left eyebrow and right foot behave as I have described. Fortunately, I know the cause, and provide relief, but my suggestion that what I observe and then correct may relate to MS, is strengthened when one now learns that within the development of the illness, one or both jugular veins becomes constricted – which relates to what I observe in myself.
Further, as it is sometimes asserted that there is a close link between MS and Alzheimer’s disease, what I detect in relation to blood flow and mental well-being may equally have relevance.

Much is being written and otherwise communicated about the development in Terry Pratchett of a condition that appears to be a form of Alzheimer’s disease. With only knowledge that is in the public domain, I nevertheless see my analysis applying to him also. Applying to a much higher degree, for his whole life appears to be devoted to his writing; writing that involves far more concentration and imagination than mine. Furthermore, he writes with four computer screens occupying his total visual focus for many hours. The ‘mammal within’ does not habitually stare in forward focus. Such a state is normally the result of confrontation, possibly against a foe. Confrontation that normally is resolved fairly quickly.
The ‘mammal within’ requires wide-ranging peripheral vision and frequent eye movement. I am fortunate in that where I live I have wide horizons as soon as I step outside, and the movement of birds, cattle and horses, trees and clouds, and I can sense the benefit that I derive as my eyes are constantly moving and changing focus. I well remember a recent winter and the time when it was just changing into spring. It had gone on for so long – grey, wet, cold, with very little incentive to go outside, and with the vision confined to TV and computer screens and print. Then one day I took off for my nearby shore, on a day of almost unbelievable clarity and light – and the liberation was astonishing. My eyes ranged back and forth along the absolutely pin-sharp horizon ‘luxuriating’ in their liberation: while the feeling within my whole self amounted almost to a rebirth. It was unforgettable.

As I try to bring this article to a logical conclusion, many other examples jostle for attention, all worthy of inclusion, but the article would become too long, so I’ll confine myself to just two. The first has been described and analysed many time in my writing about voice hearing. I have heard voices and experienced many other allied phenomena for more than thirty years, fortunately without having become ill, and I describe and analyse my experiences in my book* and Blog. I assert – with absolute certainty – that the phenomena are created by spiritual intrusion into my mind and body.

I have experienced ‘intrusions’ of different natures and purpose, from the absolute benign to the absolute malign. The former, in fact, do not intrude, and have contributed much to my understanding of the spiritual state of being.

The malign have but one purpose, and that is to attach, subvert and ultimately take over a person’s mind and functions. In my book, I describe a number of different ‘ploys’ that are used as they attempt to do this. Some are directly confrontational and aim at domination. Others are simple yet subtle. The constant chattering, nattering, “…do it this way”, “why don’t you…” may be in one’s mind continuously from one’s first thoughts on waking, until sleep takes over again. One finds oneself ‘hearing’ without specifically ‘listening’ although the effect can easily be the same. The ‘intruders’ use the faculties of the ‘right brain’, and the resulting consequences of the constant voice in the mind are identical to those that follow one’s own inner right brain thought processes and mental imaging, and which I have described above.
I live alone and am not undermined because I understand what is happening. Many voice hearers live lives of isolation, do not understand, and consequently may become very ill.

The second example that I have chosen from all those that ‘jostle for attention’ relates to what may be dire physical consequences that follow from the permanent cross-body polarisation. I have drawn attention to the permanent stresses that may exist in the muscles across my left breast. For a number of years I gave assistance at a cancer care centre where the so-called Bristol Therapy was promoted. There I found a general consensus that the site of a woman’s first breast cancer was likely to be on the left in a proportion of four to one. Breast cancer was the most frequent form that one encountered, and I can recollect just one there whose first episode had been in the right breast.
My late sister-in-law succumbed to cancer of the right breast, and she told me that her surgeon had said that she was in the only 20% of women who developed the illness on the right side. She was very ‘verbal’, and possibly a strong ‘left brain’ candidate.

Essentially, I am simply making the proposition that the stresses of which I write may be inhibiting natural circulation of blood and lymph and may be creating a fertile ‘soil’ in which the tumours can develop. Incidentally, among my friends and acquaintances who have developed mastitis following giving birth, in every one it was the left breast that became inflamed.

This article has to remain open-ended, because there is so much more to analyse and write.

ROY VINCENT, JUNE 2011.

# Described in detail in Chapters 13 & 14 of my book, and illustrated with photographs of nude models.

* ”LISTENING TO THE SILENCES in a world of hearing voices.”
Free on www.royvincent.net and in paperback.
Also www.roycvincent.blogspot.com

** I have copied my title from the book of that name by Kenneth Pelletier, a book that has given me much to think about over many years.

СЛЫШАНИЕ ГОЛОСОВ: ШИЗОФРЕНИЯ

2011-04-26T07:28:00.000-07:00

СЛЫШАНИЕ ТИШИНЫ - В МИРЕ СЛЫШАНИЯ ГОЛОСОВ

АВТОР: РОЙ ВИНСЕНТ

Осенью 1979, я начал слышать голоса и испытывать другие явления, и это продолжается с тех пор. Таким образом, в течение более чем тридцати лет, я никогда не был свободен от этих вторжений, которые вторгаются, очевидно, или подсознательно в мой ум и умственные способности, и довольно сильно или тонко в мое тело и чувства.
Я использую слово 'вторжение' преднамеренно, потому что они не продукт отклоняющегося ума, ни больного мозга; ни галлюцинаций, ни даже заблуждений. C 1979 года, я не сомневаюсь то, что я испытываю, имеет духовное происхождение. Использование слова 'духовный' для некоторых предполагает 'религию', 'спиритизм', 'богословие' и т.п. - слова, которые во многом являются пугающими, и вероятно могут привести к отказу от даже открытия моей книги. Забудьте такие предвзятые мнения. Я - инженер и мой подход, и язык - это подход инженера - столь же точный и реалистический, какой может быть в пределах мира опыта, который является самым неточным и нереалистичным.
С начала я делал заметки, которые с 1998 начали превращаться в последовательный материал, поскольку я научился пользоваться компьютером. В ходе моего чтении в области психического здоровья я нашел то, что называют ‘Первыми Признаками шизофрении, и я понял, что я испытал их все, и записал их, хотя бы своими собственными словами. Все же - и это - самый важный пункт, что я отчаянно пытаюсь сделать - я никогда не был болен этой болезнью, и при этом не обращался за помощью или получил консультацию из мира психиатрии или религии. Напротив, я пишу, чтобы предостеречь от обоих направлений, которые пытаются помочь психически больным и людям с потревоженной психикой.
По мере того, как я писал, мои слова были прочитаны друзьями, которые работают в области психиатрии. Поскольку они читали мои материалы, они хотели знать о том, что было 'до' - то есть о моей жизни перед началом вторжений. Я понял, что я должен действительно написать о жизни 'до', чтобы отделить это от событий 1979 года и что последовало потом, поскольку кроме факта того, что оба события случились со мной, они полностью несвязанны.
Что случилось со мной 'до' можно считать историей самой по себе, и это является первой частью моей книги. В 1961, у меня была успешная карьера в ядерной промышленности, карьера, которую я потерял после постановки неправильного диагноза и последующего ненужного лечения. То, что, как теперь известно, было инфекцией Cryptosporidia, врачи рассматривали как 'нервозность', и я начал жизнь с препаратом Librium. После двух лет непрерывного использования я подсел на медицинские препараты и стал иждивенцем, и показывающим многие из побочных эффектов препарата. Я начал 'психиатрический' год, который открылся двумя эпизодами "холодной индейки",госпитализацией в течение в общей сложности двадцати недель, 23 процедур Электро Судорожной Терапии, 'экспериментов' со множеством препаратов, таких как Tryptizol, Melleril, Valium, Pertofran и некоторые бензодиазепины и барбитураты, плюс терапия инсулиновым шоком- и это закончилось фарсом, вторым мнением от того, кто продолжал становиться старейшиной в мире психиатрии.
Я рано закончил свою карьеру и в моем доме было много проблем. И в реальной исчислении, я потерял более чем полмиллиона фунтов. Но в это трудно поверить, эффективно начал новую жизнь. Эта жизнь, которая была и очаровательна и полезна - даже при том, что после четырех лет включала события, которые тогда привели к духовным вторжениям. Поскольку я узнал, мало того, что есть злорадные мнения, что 'шизофреник' это плохо, но есть также доброжелательные мнения.
Целая история можно найти в книге известного целителя, покойного Брюса Макманавея, у которого был талант лечить. Этот талант дал хороший эффект, и который принес мне много положительного при общении с замечательными людьми.
Мой подход инженера привел меня к исследованию нашего взаимодействия с электрической окружающей средой, и пониманию аспектов электричества и здоровья. Узнавая электрическую природу иглоукалывания, например, я расширил свое знание и опыт в этой области.
Я идентифицировал более чем тридцать разных уловок, которые используют 'эти сущности' и описал их подробно. Я также понял, что доступ в ум уязвимого человека могут быть открыты через такие действия как гипноз и гипнотерапия, регрессия прошлых жизней, Рейки, использования каналов и различные формы 'предсказания'. Есть предостережения, также при выпуске духов, и многих других тайных методов, которые вовлекают ‘открытие ума’: и ссылки также на возможность таких 'воссозданных' наркотиков как гашиш/марихуана и мескалин, имеющий тот же самый эффект, что и эффект фигурируемый у шаманов. Я думаю, что аналогичное воздействие этих практик может привести к маниакальной депрессии.
Среди моих героев такие разнообразные люди как Галилей, Парацельсус и Никола Тесла, и я указываю и делаю выводы исходя из их учения, а также материалов и коммуникаций с психиатрами, психологами и другими специалистами в области умственного здоровья. Я также изучал сведения о известной слышавшей голоса и видевшей видения, Святой Терезы Авильской.
Я удивил себя, когда я нашел, что мои предварительные записки стали книгой. Когда я читаю то, что я написал, есть времена, когда я чувствую, как будто я очищен физически, и что сырой 'я' таким образом выставлен для всех, чтобы видеть его в пульсирующей боли и муке. Все же я открыл себя, мою жизнь и мои события охотно в надежде, что знание, что я приобрел, будет использоваться, перенося людей, или будет использоваться для их выгоды родственниками больных и профессионалами в мире психиатрии и заботе о психических нарушений. Поскольку я рассматриваю появление моей книги как напечатанной рукописи, то я могу надеяться, что это будет так. Хотя, реалистично, все, что я могу сделать для вас и мою веру в Вас как читателя, и присоединиться к поэту В.Б.Йитсу, когда он размышляет -
Куда Идут Мои Книги
Все слова, которые я произношу,
И все слова, которые я пишу
Должны распространить свои неутомимые крылья
И никогда отдых в их полете,
Пока они не прибывают туда, где ваше грустное, грустное сердце.
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CONTROLLED BY MY INNER VOICES

2010-09-03T07:32:00.000-07:00

By
ROY VINCENT

I sought not these voices that enter my head,
Nor this physical ‘other’ that escorts me to bed.
‘Innocence’, it seems, then, was my middle name
When first I tried dowsing - but ‘twas not a game.
Curiosity drove me. But most curious I found,
Were voices that spoke without making a sound.

With my mind wide open – no barriers in place,
I sat one bright day, gazing, lost in my space.
Unprepared, as a ‘presence’ that I couldn’t see,
Moved out of my ‘space’ and right into me.
At first it was friendly; at first it was kind,
But soon it had plans to take over my mind.

Was it one? Were there twenty? Still I don’t know
How such vile intrusions could grow and yet grow.
While my head became such a huge circus tent
With tricksters and jugglers all fully Hell bent
On creating Hell; such a Hell without cease
Inside a clear mind that had known only peace.

If I listened and followed their every intent,
Why soon I'd be lost up my own fundament.
Do it this way, no that way, no t’other, they’d say.
If I let them, I’d stand in a dither all day,
Bereft of all power to make my own choice
Becoming a puppet - controlled by The Voice.

For thirty long years I have just had my fill
Of voices and ‘others’ – yet never was ill.
I knew from Day One, the original voice
Was – now I am faced with a difficult choice.
I know there exist certain spirits, you see
But will you believe me? With me then agree?

Since Ape became Man, every race then has found
Such voices that speak without making a sound.
Consoling or harming, these words that they utter.
To help you - or force you down into the gutter.
With words that inspire or words that deprave,
Shining like diamonds, or dark as the grave.

I’ve shown you the counterfeit side of the coin.
The obverse shines brightly with those who will join
With you in your quest for a mind that is free
Of malign intrusion. But how can that be?
Good ‘spirits’ exist – of that have no doubt,
With knowledge and wisdom and notable ‘clout’.

Those same thirty years, then, have brought me such wealth
From those that approach me, but not in their stealth.
Inform me; support me; encourage as well,
Surround me with, truly, the obverse of Hell.
They came when I needed; nowhere did I look,
And that is the reason why I wrote my book.

Ah yes! THE BOOK! First I lived it, then I wrote it – all 160,000 words.

And now? Yes, now I urge you to read it. Called Listening to the Silences, it is available free at www.royvincent.net . Part autobiography, it is chiefly a DIY Manual and textbook for those who hear voices and experience physical presence, and for their carers.

“Hearing Voices” usually implies ‘schizophrenia’ and mental ill-health. My book also describes the many other and positive consequences of this widely misun-derstood phenomenon.

Having read it, perhaps you will join with the others who write –

“First of all, a warm ‘thank you’ for making your remarkable book available free on the Internet,” – Carer.

“Beautifully written.” TV Producer.

“He writes clearly in a way that will probably save someone’s life.” StumbleUpon.

“My son describes it word for word like Roy. He has always said that it is a spiri-tual thing, not a mental illness.” Mother.

“Undoubtedly, many have gone to Ashrams and got better.” Indian Mother.

Having been invaded by malign voices while flying high over the Med, one lady wrote, “I want to thank you for writing on the Internet about your experiences. I found it to be the only true version of what I feel happened to myself last year. I had been looking for books to read on the subject, but found nothing useful until I came across your account.”

“My name is James Douglas A… (ID 32----) on Georgia, US, Death Row. I hear voices and get physically “abused”/manipulated by unseen, but very real entities I’ll call spirits of good and/or bad intent.”

A Portuguese Film-maker, seeking an interview, wrote, “My goal is to explore a different approach from the psychiatric tradition, to show how people can live with their voices… I was very much impressed with your book. I believe both your life and literature are a truthful account of human experience and should be shared rapidly with a wider public.”

“My name is Al -----, from the Philippines. I just want to share with you some-thing about hearing voices. During college days, I was hooked on drugs. (I graduated marine transportation – merchant mariner.) …until one day I lose control of myself. I heard people in my area gossiping about me which makes me truly change myself into something not me anymore. I heard voices unlike other schizophrenic patients experiencing - those voices told them to kill, burn, electrify themselves. Mine is different; voices I heard knows a lot about my behaviour and attitude. They know my weaknesses… always contradict my movements, actions, speech, even thoughts. So I give up and surrender myself to rehab centre.”
Having been clear of voices for some time, Al went to sea, but in mid voyage –
“…unluckily voices strike again, so I decide to disembark and go home with shat-tered dreams… and suffering a disease which is still taboo in the Philippines. All I now care is, though I have an abnormal life, I want to be a father to my daughter and a husband to my wife. Now you inspired me a lot.”

© ROY VINCENT 2010

LIVING WITH INNER VOICES AND PHYSICAL PRESENCES

2010-07-06T05:52:00.000-07:00

For more than thirty years, I have experienced voices and physical intrusions or presences in my body and mind. Continuously - and still continuing. And even though it means that I continue to experience all of the ‘symptoms’ that would have me classified as ‘schizophrenic’, I am not, nor ever have been ill from any of these causes.

I have tried – Oh Lord! How I have tried! – I have tried to tell anyone who would listen or read that what I experience is of spiritual origin. Of that I am certain. How could I be otherwise? It is not arrogance that makes me say so. How could I not be certain? How could anyone not be certain if they had shared my experiences of the last thirty-plus years? And if anyone wants to know the basis for this certainty; if they want to share my experiences, they can know and share by reading the book that I have written. Called Listening to the Silences, in a world of hearing voices it contains a full account of what led up to the moment when “A presence that I could not see moved from the space in front of me… In my mind began conversation as between two separate people… I began to hear voices.”

Even more so have I tried to describe, to explain what it is like to hear voices; to experience the feeling of ‘an other’ inside my body and brain, sharing my inner space to such a degree that I feel revolted as if I had some great parasite within; a parasite that is trying to control my emotions such that I might feel laughter or tears when I have no need to laugh or cry; trying to propel me in this direction or that or to this action or that. I search constantly for analogies; I stretch existing analogies to ridiculous limits in a perpetual campaign to try to achieve understanding, because it is only the individuals who hear voices, who experience physical presence and who experience the dominating influences – it is only they who know what it is like to hear voices, to experience physical presence and the dominating influences.

I repeat – it is only the individuals who hear voices, who experi-ence physical presence and who experience the dominating influences – it is only they who know what it is like to hear voices, experience physical presence and the dominating influences.

Left to themselves, such individuals would not use such words as ‘illusion’, ‘delusion’, and ‘auditory hallucination’. These are words that have been imposed on them from the moment they may have said tentatively to a G.P., something such as, “I hear voices.” I remember an occasion when I began to try to tell a particular G.P. about my experiences, to be met with a response that came back faster than one of Pavlov’s dogs salivating – “Delusions.”
I use the comparison with Pavlov’s dogs and their conditioned responses deliberately, for somewhere within the teaching of many Medical Schools there must be a degree of Pavlovian indoctrination. Take my late friend ‘Harry’ – a G.P. who sometimes came to stay. I had to say to Harry only one word, and he was off! The word? Acupuncture. Immediately I said it, I would be assailed with a diatribe about the dangers that could come from the needles, in which ‘hepatitis’ figured largely – along with much invective about the complete ineffectiveness of this ‘quack’ so-called ‘treatment. ‘Quack’ appeared frequently when he expressed his opinion about various complementary or alternative therapies. The fact that he had come to stay with me to get help from me in my rôle as a natural healer restrained him not. Even as he received benefit from me, I was nevertheless lumped in with the rest!

Now Harry had never explored ‘acupuncture’ in its reality. I had, and had obtained considerable benefit in my efforts to maintain my health at a high level. So I knew that the needles used came out individually from sealed packets and were discarded, or, in the case of one practitioner, the needles had been sterilised in an autoclave at the nearby hospital. If, alternatively, I had mentioned to Harry something such as ‘homeopathy’, I have no doubt my ear would have been bent with much derisive language, well peppered with ‘double-blind trials with placebos’. And so on, with any ‘complementary’ or ‘alternative’ therapy that I might mention – instant derision that was not open to reason or fact.

If you are reading this, never having had contact with individuals who are troubled by internal voices, there is a strong possibility that words such as ‘psy-chosis’, ‘psychotic’, ‘paranoid psychotic’ – even ‘violent paranoid schizophrenic’ will have come to the forefront of your mind. Why? Because you also, like my friend Harry, have been programmed into this ‘instant opinion mode’ – in your case, by the Media of course. Or, if you listen to such as Jasper Carrott, ‘nutter’ might easily appear with the rest of the derisive, pejorative words, and be accepted with loud guffaws.

More than half a lifetime ago, when I was thirty-seven (I am now eighty-four) I was made very ill following a medical misdiagnosis and most inappropriate medication. I developed a severe clinical depression. I have all of my clinical notes covering this time, and, with difficulty, studied them in order to write the first part of my book. Apart from the personal anguish of recalling those desperate times, what came back to my memory was the difficulty – almost impossibility – of describing to a psychiatrist exactly what was going on ‘inside’ me – in my mind - in my thoughts – or physically within me, even.

Much greater was the seeming impossibility of reasonable communication with someone from another culture. Twice I was in the partial care of registrars from India, and apart from the fact that colloquial conversation and understanding were virtual non-starters, one of them seemed to be working within a vastly different doctor/patient relationship from that to which I had become used. (Some years later, I had a brief correspondence with a mother in Mumbai who was desperately concerned about the fate of her son and his deterioration from the drugs that he was prescribed. In response to what I wrote about the spiritual intervention, she wrote, “Undoubtedly many have gone to ashrams and got better, but here in Mumbai – what can we do? And anyway, the doctors terrify you!”)

On another occasion, I was sent for a second opinion to a Department where it seemed that Freud ruled O.K.. All of the interviewing could have been fitted in a text-book by Freud, and he might have written the subsequent opinion that was received by my Consultant. Looking back it feels as if I had fallen into the clutches of some great Freudian Psychiatric Procrastus – he of the iron bed that you were made to fit by stretching or chopping – and where, willy-nilly, my head would be made to fit the Freudian mould – or else!

If one has a ‘normal’ illness, there are many everyday words that even the most inarticulate persons have at their disposal – hot, cold, pain, sleep, bowel movements, vomit and so on. If one is making tentative attempts to get help in understanding and then describing the seemingly indescribable, where is the vocabulary? Where are the most basic words that may be used to describe the situations such as I shall illustrate? Where are the words that one can find to de-scribe the seemingly indescribable – the invisible, inaudible and intangible?

Why not join me in a little rôle playing? Throughout the time that I have been experiencing these phenomena, I have recorded what I call ‘ploys’ – stratagems that may be used by intruding ‘entities’ to influence one’s thoughts, senses and behaviour: and I have described many of the ways in which an individual may first ‘acquire’ these intruders. But first – there is always a ‘but’ – you must under-stand that I have written and recorded knowing with an unshakeable certainty that I was dealing with intrusive ‘spirits’, ‘entities’, beings’. Not only that, but while I concentrate on the ‘malign’ intrusions, because these are the ones that may enter and attempt to undermine and dominate the sensitive mind and person, I have to emphasise – again with unshakeable certainty – that there exist the infinitely opposite: infinitely opposite ‘entities’ whose sole purpose in their interaction is to give support and create harmony.

Why not become ‘Ruth’ for a short while? ‘Ruth’, early thirties, has heard voices and experienced physical presence within herself for a number of years. About two years ago, she was invaded by a strong dominating presence that declared itself to be ‘God’. So here you are, emotionally alone and unable to shut out this persistent, analytical, dominating presence that goes on and on; scrutinising your every thought and action; deriding your futile attempts to escape from this ‘Divine’ analysis; telling you that you are the lowest of the low, no better than shit; unfit to live and continue polluting the Earth with your vile presence; an Earth that would be so much cleaner without you.

“SO GO!” “There’s that bus, that lorry. Go on – JUMP!” But you quail at the sight of the thundering wheels and step back. But ‘God’ is still there. “RIGHT – there’s the river – you are on the bridge – NOW JUMP!”

Would you jump? Could you, standing alone and, subject to such threats, resist? Ruth jumped.

Fortunately, you survive the jump and swim to the steep tidal muddy bank. You struggle and crawl up it, losing your shoes and all of your lower clothes. And almost out of your mind, covered in mud from head to toe and naked from the waist down, you struggle to reach the door of someone living nearby whom you know, to be taken in and cared for.

Would you agree with your – i.e. Ruth’s – psychiatrist that you have a chemical imbalance in your brain?

There is an opinion that hearing voices is similar to having a ruminative, reflective ‘conversation’ in one’s mind. Having reached your friend’s house, been taken in, bathed and looked after, would you be eager to talk about the interesting ruminative conversation that you had just had?

But how is it possible that your mind could have been taken over and you become dominated by this ‘thing’ that calls itself ‘God’? After all, you are not ill – mentally or otherwise. Here you are – you are no longer Ruth, but yourself. You are in prime health and eager to join your friends as you all go to hear the great evangelical preacher – the one and only Billy Graham, or another and similarly well known spiritual orator. Maybe you are seeking the ‘God’ experience? Many people did at the time of the so-called ‘charismatic movements’. Groups got together – some individuals ‘speaking in tongues’; others full of deep fervour - and much more. So, the much-vaunted ‘evangelist’ has come to town, together with the whole of his entourage.

The atmosphere, the build-up, the electrically charged environment. The early ‘warm-up’ speakers are full of zeal; the choir sings ecstatically, while all around arms are raised Heaven-ward in adoration. And then, the ‘charismatic one’. What can I say? You will have seen on TV much that is similar. And then he begins to call individuals by name, and you begin to tremble in hope or fear that your name will be called. And it is – and eager hands usher you down to join the others at the front, where you stand as the ‘evangelist’ moves along the line – speaking to this one, touching that one – and he touches you lightly on the chest. But a light touch is not what you experience. A firm and completely irresistible pressure is there, forcing you back into the receptive arms of the stewards, who lay you carefully on the ground. You have been ‘Slain by the Spirit’!

And you feel ‘chosen’. And it does not seem at all surprising that you feel all around or within you, some sort of ‘presence’; nor that you appear to be spoken to in your mind? And the voice and presence continue – become part of your life – yet it seems so natural, to have such warm companions who appear to generate around you an ambience of spirituality.

“Companions”? Yes. Plural? Yes. It has been hinted, gradually, that you may be invited to be part of a spiritual fraternity – obviously at a very junior level; a neophyte, no less. You will be assessed in the friendliest sort of way, but the ‘higher’ spirits will have to be assured that you are at a satisfactory level of spiritual ‘cleanliness’ to be able to work with them now, and then join them as a team when the time has come for you to ‘pass on’.

And so begins a process that I can only show in the most brief summary, during which you might find yourself engaged in a rigorous prayer life – even getting up in the middle of the night to ‘join’ in prayer. You will be encouraged to ‘assess’ your friends one by one, and faults will be found, and you will be urged to discard the friends. You might be urged to adopt an abstemious life-style and diet. You will be encouraged to delve into your past life and expose past defects, peccadilloes, events that even now bring a feeling of shame. It may be suggested that someone, already dead, may want to come to you and apologise for past wrongs – which then has you trawling your memory and ‘accepting’ the apology, or conversely re-igniting the anger and hurt…

Your mind is being ‘trawled’ skilfully in such a way that everything is revealed – or, surprisingly, appears to be known already. Gradually the ‘catechism’ becomes critical, almost condemnatory; some of your ‘hidden’ shameful acts are played back to you…
No matter what you do, you are always being watched, analysed, commented upon.

It is extremely difficult to find analogies that would enable someone to imagine themselves in such a situation. The nearest that I can find that will give some inkling derives from the time shortly after I had moved into my present house in 1971.
It was the first dwelling that was actually ‘mine’ and not rented. It has four acres of land and the potential use as a small-holding. It is beautifully situated and living here can bring on a state of deep relaxation. In this relaxed state, I met and married a widow who had two teenage children, all with a common interest in horses and smallholding life. It seemed ideal and I saw no problems. However, K. was ahead of me. She and her late husband, an architect, had already developed some run-down property. Mine was not in any way run down, but K. soon had ideas for ‘development’. I had been about to begin to develop my DIY skills; K’s were already ahead of mine. I began to experience the ‘critical watching’ – “I wouldn’t have done it that way.” “The person who taught me…”

The Mother and children were already a unit with established instant inter-communication. I would be observed, reported on and discussed during their journeys together to and from school. Thing were decided by this ‘committee’ during the drive. Even casual remarks were seized on a reported back by the children…
Have you had enough? I soon did, and although it took me a total of three years, the day actually arrived when I could go around, savouring the space, my space; touching things; reclaiming my domain…

Surprisingly, this is exactly how I felt and behaved at the time when I realised that, almost completely, I had regained control of my own mind in spite of the ploys and stratagems of the intruding entities.

And you? How will you hold on to your mind, your ‘space’ while under this constant surveillance, dominance and ‘running commentary’ from your unseen and erstwhile spiritual ‘friends’? How will you react to the presence that even though it is not there, is still there? You will find that you are listening, constantly listening – listening to the voices when they are there, and listening to the silence when they are not – waiting for them to return at any moment.

Listening. Constantly listening. You are not hearing voices; you are listening to them. And the constant listening is the greatest undermining influence in the whole of this sorry process. And remember, within the midst of all that is going on there is one factor, a most important factor, which is never considered in all of the commentaries and analyses. You are still a mammal. Yes, the body that you inhabit is that of a mammal, and it retains all of the self-protection systems that have brought it through aeons of evolution. And it retains them absolutely intact and functioning.

Hearing is part of our early warning system – probably one of the prime elements, for it is the one that would be most important after dark. If, in our wild state, we heard an unusual or threatening sound, normally we would shift into ‘listening’ mode. And our breathing would become shallow – might almost cease as we concentrated. But more than that, for additionally we suspend a number of vital body functions. Usually described simply as ‘flight/fight’ responses, there is a complex interaction that we do well to study if we are to understand the ways in which the constant listener is undermined – physically as well as mentally.

In my book, I try to be specific about the variety of inner responses that may take place. For example, there is a complex tensing of the genitals, and the bladder and anal sphincters. These together have a close response into the base of the throat; while the sacrum and coccyx – our residual tail – react in such a way that would depress and clamp down the tail – if we still had one. At the same time, arms, shoulders, buttocks and legs are preparing for the action for which the ‘listening’ is preparing us. Except that there is no flight/fight situation. The listening goes on and on, and the various tensions and resultant inner reactions also go on and on.

One of the prime objectives of the complex inner readjustments is the diversion of blood away from unnecessary functions into those that will be fully committed to the life-saving responses implied by ‘flight/fight’. Thus the ‘lock-ing’ of the throat will result in diminution of the blood supply to the brain, with what consequences to the permanent ‘listener’ one can only guess. The tensions within the genitals may cause functional problems such as impotence, lack of sensitivity and frigidity; those in the sphincters may be the cause of such unwel-come by-products as haemorrhoids, or a dysfunctional prostate. Permanent stresses within muscles and joints may be the source of constant pain, of no known cause.

If you, the permanent listener, develop any of these physical problems, you may be absolutely sure that the constant malign presences will claim that they have created them. If you are in pain, they will claim to be the source of the pain, and that is punishment for your moral back-sliding. If you are a man, and impo-tence becomes your lot – they will deride you for it and add further anxiety to that already resulting from the condition…

I could go on, and on – but in doing so, I would be re-writing my book. Yes, I have actually been there. Not in the manner that I have just described, which shows a route on which anyone might find themselves. My ‘journey’ into this sort of hell also began ‘innocently’ as I followed up an interest in dowsing or divining using a pendulum, and if this is the only part of my story that you want to read, you will find it told in Chapter 6. But if that is all that you read, you will be robbing yourself. The remainder of the book from Chapter 6 onward shows how my life developed in the light of this knowledge; these experiences. And it is written – as is the whole book – to try to bring greater understanding of the whole ‘voice hearing’ experience. And not only will you be robbing yourself, but also those for whom the knowledge is intended – the inarticulate ones whose life really can be come a hell as they cope with all that the ‘intrusions’ can inflict upon them, and the hell that their journey into ‘psychiatry’ may make of their lives as they become suppressed, zombified by modern anti-psychotic drugs.

I have already described how I have identified a number of ‘ploys’ used by intruding entities, whom I always refer to as they – there being no certainty as to whether there is one or more of them. As well as appearing in context in my narrative, they are grouped together in Chapter 16 of the book on the Internet. As an example, here are two that are relevant to what I have just written.

19 Sometimes very vivid dreams are followed on waking by a deliberately fragmented ‘conversation’, often with the suggestion that one’s mind is being taken over at a deeper level. If one is gullible, one can be convinced that one is losing one’s mind, or that it is part of a process by which one will become integrated into the ‘spirit mind’.

20 The moment of waking, or the time of gradually emerging awareness after sleep is most crucial, for one is then at one’s most vulnerable. One’s first thoughts at these times are ‘answered’; indeed, it might seem that one is already in a conversation. It is exceedingly difficult to avoid responding, and a dialogue can ensue from which it is hard to break free. There can be a feeling created on waking, a sense of being with very gentle spiritual people, warm, welcoming and caring. It is so easy to slip into this ambience, particularly if the rest of one’s life is bleak or fraught.
But, as one is starting to feel ‘cosy’ and cared for, they start to imply that there are one or two, oh-so-teeny, defects that need correcting before one can be truly accepted and enjoy this ambience and ultimately be accepted into it after death. Gradually the emphasis shifts becoming more needling and ultimately threatening. One’s defects be-come grossly magnified, one’s sense of unworthiness exaggerated, and all the earlier warmth totally disappears.
Sometimes an intrusion can be of such a cold, inhuman presence that one can feel oneself to be totally devoid of humanity, of love, of caring. One could become either very ill or very evil.
It is virtually impossible for anyone in this state to convey to another the sense of threat or terror that can be experienced at these times. This inability to com-municate can so increase a person’s sense of loneliness, of total isolation that they can easily try to seek oblivion in drink or drugs or suicide - indeed, it is quite possible that in their mind they will be actively encouraged down some desperate or diabolical route.

Moving on - you may have been invited out by some new-found friends – clubbing or whatever – and you find that almost everyone is looking for some sort of ‘high’, and never before having used any sort of drug, you find yourself smok-ing a ‘joint’. Only you know the extent of your strange experiences. You don’t know if they are good or bad. You don’t know if it is normal to feel as if ‘some-one’ has moved into your body and mind – is this part of the ‘trip’? You feel with-drawn – alienated almost. Your ‘friends’ ignore you and move on, and you are left to wander off home alone – or not alone?
It is very unlikely that you will ever have had cause to read about the shamans of other cultures – many ethnic groups world-wide have had shamans or similar ‘medicine’ men and women in their midst. Almost all, it seems, used can-nabis, peyote, ‘mushrooms’ or other hypnotics in the process that prepared them for the entry of their ‘familiar spirit’, and many also used incessant drumming for the same purpose. Undoubtedly, all would have been trained from their early years in the use of the ‘substance’ and the ways of coping with the ‘other’ within themselves.
And you? You have had no training or preparation; no foreknowledge of the possibility of being ‘entered’ – and only you will know how the story unfolds from now on…

I have found yet another rôle for you! You are now Sara-Jane; you are in your early forties and are in a plane high above the Med. You are returning from an absolutely blissful holiday in the Greek Islands, and to where you will return in a year’s time to marry Tom, your partner, who is beside you, lightly dozing. Your mind is so full – the holiday just ended – already planning what you will wear next year. Not a negative thought in your mind; nothing but happiness.

Then suddenly, all of the other people on the plane are talking about you, criticising you, condemning you, pulling you to pieces – your clothes; your morals – on and on. As you cower in your seat, Tom wakes and you pour out the reasons for your distress – “They’re all talking about me! They’re all talking about me!” Tom stands up and looks around, and persuades you to do the same. Not a single person shows any interest in you.

Somehow, you manage to keep things together while you land and travel home, where the dam bursts and the malign voices continue their castigation. You have time off work, ostensibly with stress, and you struggle to cope. Only with the strong support and care from Tom and your twin sister do you manage to avoid being ‘sectioned’. Yet you have determination that this ‘thing’ is not going to beat you, and you struggle with the minimum of drug intake and try to find the real explanation of what has happened to you.

You scour the Internet, looking for articles, books – anything that might help. You find one, a book, that seems to draw you, and you read it avidly, non-stop. And at last, you have an explanation that seems to fit your own incredible experiences. “I must write to this man and tell him”, you say to Tom. And you do…

And here alongside me as I write is the letter from Sara-Jane, and she begins: “I want to say thanks for writing on the Internet about your experiences. I found it to be the only true version of what I feel happened to myself last year. I had been looking for books to read on the subject but I found nothing useful until I came across your account…”
She and Tom came to stay with me, and we were able to reach an even greater understanding of her experiences. The year elapsed – and produced on my computer two wedding photographs of very happy people – Sara-Jane, looking absolutely exquisite, alongside a beaming Tom; and the second, with twin sister, equally looking radiant.
Sara-Jane can count herself fortunate, in that her experiences appear to have had a beginning and an end – or if not an actual ‘end’, but a finite analysis that shows that control is made possible by ‘awareness’ and knowledge.

Not so the ‘closet’ voice hearer such as Joyce, for whom the agony went on and on throughout almost the whole of her adult life.

I first came to be acquainted with Joyce in her rôle as local Librarian, and this is how I saw her for a number of years until, following her retirement, our paths crossed in a different setting, and we began to learn more about each other. In time, she learned of the account of my experiences that I was writing, and which eventually became my book. It was then that her own remarkable story began to unfold, and while retaining her anonymity, she wrote it in its entirety for me to use in any manner that would inform and help anyone who suffers from the plague of inner voices and presences similar that which had been her lot for many years. I reproduce it in its entirety as ‘J’s Story’ in Chapter 16 of my book on the Internet, and in my Blog in the post headed “SANE: HEARING VOICES”.

It would be difficult for me to fit you into Joyce’s life history – it covers a period too long for rôle playing. She grew up in a quiet and caring family in rural Gloucestershire – an imaginative child having experiences of a spiritual nature that suffused her life with happiness. Successful at school, she entered University to work towards her ultimate goal of Librarianship.

She writes:
“At age nineteen, while studying at University, under great pressure trying to get accustomed to living alone in ‘digs’ – although I had a very kind landlady; never free of persistent catarrh causing dull headaches; anxious about keeping ahead of work commitments; having very little leisure time and depressed by the failure of two developing, but platonic friendships, I said to myself one day in utter despair “There is no meaning in anything. It’s all just words, words, words”.

At that moment something in my head just snapped, causing complete chaos inside. I could hear voices uttering unspeakable blasphemies. Whenever I lay down to sleep at night, shapes, colours, people’s faces churned round and round endlessly. For the first three nights after my breakdown, I cannot remem-ber sleeping at all. This went on ceaselessly; day and night; utter torment; complete hell. At this point I must state categorically that the ‘still small voice’ heard in that garden in Oxford, was totally different from these demonic ones.

Outwardly, although it may seem hard to believe, I seemed normal, if somewhat withdrawn. I could still talk to people; do my work, although with considerable difficulty in concentration. I could shop, eat, do chores, cycle to lectures. My mother, whom I only saw occasionally in those days, since I was living away from home, remarked during one visit that I seemed “hag ridden”. How apt that phrase was! I did not tell her or anyone, except by letter to the University psychiatrist describing what had happened, but never received an answer. However, I think the psychiatrist must have asked one of my Tutors to keep an eye on me, because she started inviting me to her home and taking me to the cinema.

I was like a zombie, my mind that had one time been so clear, now dark-ened. I remember staring at myself in the mirror, my body feeling dead, but yet something in me still aware of all that was happening. At no time did I contemplate suicide, but I desperately searched my memory for something that would alleviate the horror of my inner turmoil. I remembered having been given a palm cross one Palm Sunday, when I was only seven or eight. The recollection of that lovely day, the joy of that time, surrounded by loving people, the sun shining brilliantly outside the church, was calming and consoling. For years, during every waking moment, I tried to keep the thought and picture of that cross in my inner vision. I read the bible voraciously, copied whole chapters into a notebook, kept a crucifix under my pillow. I also tried to visualise in the inner darkness, the colour and shape of the ‘inner’ sun, moon, and stars that were once so natural to see.

After leaving University, doing a year’s practical library work and obtaining my Diploma in Librarianship, I started full time work. I met and married a very considerate and loving husband. We had no family. The ‘voices’ did not abate even during the period of our marriage, but although he knew that I was suffering from some mental struggle, he did not know the details. He was vegetarian, just not liking meat from boyhood. He never tried to convert me, but gradually I became vegetarian myself, for several reasons, and have never wanted to revert to meat eating. He died in 1982.

I have had several good, satisfying jobs in libraries; made very many friends; have all sorts of hobbies – walking, reading, listening to music, embroidery, knitting, attending evening classes and study tours abroad. I do voluntary committee and community work since taking early retirement; do gardening and have a pet cat.

Through being a vegetarian, I was led to a guesthouse in Glastonbury, which turned out also to be a spiritual centre. I had remained through all the years a staunch Christian, attending church, if not really regularly, at least at all the main festivals, but this was something, at Ramala as it is called, which began at long last to draw me out of the darkness. The Christ light is worshipped there as living reality. Their teaching and associated art work reawakened my visions. I don’t mean by that that I experienced them as I had done in childhood, but I knew that they were being expressed through the work of Ramala. It led me on to an even more wonderful realisation, connected with the former glory, which has re-stored life, light hope, joy.”

At the outset, I wrote of my unshakeable and absolute certainty – certainty that there exist the infinitely opposite of the malign, destroying ‘presences’: infi-nitely opposite ‘entities’ whose sole purpose in their presence and interaction is to give support and create harmony In doing so, I am entering another area where the choice of language and metaphor is as difficult as finding the language and analogies required to describe the malign intruders. Almost every word or simile has already become embedded in the language of religion. Deliberately, at every stage and in every piece of my writing, I have been at great pains to dissoci-ate myself with any and all religions, for I have tried to reach individuals of all religions or none. I have described my own spiritual progress as it has impacted on my narrative, but in every other respect, I retain an inner privacy. Throughout my book, and in context you will find many concrete examples of how I have experienced support and practical help – and yes, love, from the world of the ‘benign.

If ‘religion’ and all that the word implies – if religion is to have any impact on the lives of the individuals such as those that I write about, it is most likely to have its influence through the lives and beliefs of those who, professionally or privately, seek to understand and care for those who are in need of support and caring. As I found when in the depths of a seemingly intractable depression, one can be spiritually ‘dead’. Help, if it is to come at all, has to come from others, although compassion and understanding are not the sole prerogative of the ‘relig-ions’. But an understanding of the existence and rôle of the spiritual in the care of the mentally disturbed is at the disposal of all.

How does the ‘spiritual’ reach the lives of the many whose minds have been invaded as the result, for example, of having been ‘abused’, possibly from child-hood? A Psychiatrist, the late Dr. Kenneth McAll, believed that he had found an answer in an understanding that ‘abuse’ in its various forms came down through successive generations. Based on experiences gained when working in China, and during internment by the Japanese during World War 2, he became convinced that many mental problems resulted from the attachment of disturbed or malign spirits, and that in many instances these were ‘family’ attachments. Through the Family Tree Ministry, which has been closed since his death, he showed how, by analysing the family tree, it might be possible to decide at which level of ancestry the original disturbance began. Dr McAll’s book Healing the Family Tree describes how those who practised this Ministry, used prayer to attempt to persuade the sources of the disturbances and attachments to allow themselves to be led onward in a spiritual sense.
Even though Joyce had had her own inner religious convictions, it seems that on her own, in her lonely furrow, she may not have sought help actively or specifically, whereas her support and eventual release came through the interven-tion and support of others who were firm in their religious practice and in its practical application in the care of others.

Many individuals instantly are put off by the very word, ‘spiritual’, because, immediately it suggests ‘religion’ – and many are put of by religion. From the outset, I have tried to separate the two, and yet to show that knowledge and un-derstanding of the existence of the spiritual world that is ‘parallel’ to ours will reveal the pathways that will lead to the wiser treatment of voice-hearers, and hopefully to the realisation that prescribed drugs will never actually cure ‘schizo-phrenia’. At best, they will suppress an individual’s mind to such an extent that intrusive entities can no longer exert influence. And to further realisation that when the drug intake ceases, the mind will gradually clear, and the opening may yet exist for the intrusions to return – i.e. ‘the patient has a relapse’, and may be treated with even stronger anti-psychotic drugs – which can have side-effects that may be far worse than many a ‘conventional’ illness.

In the final pages of my book, I tried to summarise what I saw as the great need for simple understanding of the world of the voice hearer, and the realisation that comprehending the meaning of ‘spiritual’ in its widest sense would shed light into the darkness surrounding many other intractable mental health prob-lems. This is what I wrote:

“Satellite television has brought to me a fascinating window on a wider world and the opportunities to observe and try to understand, people from a vast range of cultures - people whom one saw previously, if one saw them at all, as ‘performers’ in documentaries or devised programmes, and subject to the presentation and interpretation of the programmes’ compilers. Now I can watch them completely untainted by the intervening ‘editor interpreter’. I watch them in their own dramas, chat shows, news bulletins and a variety of presentations and ver-sions of ‘Who Wants to be a Millionaire?’ I look at faces and expressions, moods and reactions, but ‘look’ and ‘watch’ are the two operative words, for apart from sensing the general mood of the piece I have not the slightest idea of what is be-ing said. When I watch Chinese television there are subtitles – but they also are in Chinese. I would dearly like to know what Dunia and the people whom she inter-views on Abu Dhabi television are discussing, because it appears to be serious and intelligent, but apart from words that sound vaguely like ‘Iraq’ and ‘Arabia’, there is nothing to guide me. Worse still is a news bulletin when the person being interviewed is speaking English, but is then being talked over and the screen has rolling subtitles all in Arabic.

The world and outlook of those who are locked into their inner voices is something like this. They have their own transmission received inside their head that no one else can hear or comprehend, while, viewed on the screen of life that is going on outside them, they see people, faces expressions, actions, moods and reactions, and try to interpret something that is far off. Something that is almost unreachable from within a mind and body that are often numbed by the drugs that are meant to make life more bearable (but which often are there solely to ‘contain’ them). A world with which they find it increasingly difficult to communicate, to such an extent that attempts to do so may be abandoned altogether, especially when the inner world can appear warm and friendly.

Is it easiest simply to abandon them to their inner world and the companions that frequent it? An inner world that can be welcoming, friendly, comforting – an inner world that suddenly can spawn terror and threat; create immeasurable anxiety; propose devilish and obscene compacts – compacts that if accepted can bring down an even heavier rain of threat and castigation from the unseen tormentors. One can go on and on in seemingly endless speculation, and offer insights and advice that may or may not have relevance to an individual – if indeed one knew that the torment was actually there behind the closed door that a life and the face fronting it have become.

It would be difficult to forget the time when my stable was being re-roofed. Right to the fore of the action were the two Geordies – Big Derek and Brian. They came and worked - and worked hard - for ‘readies’, and stayed until about one o’clock when they went off to the King’s Head for a liquid lunch, and then possibly an afternoon fishing off the beach. One morning they came and they were immensely subdued, in fact, for such a big man, it was odd that Derek seemed close to tears. “Clarry’s topped his self,” said Brian eventually. Work was pointless, and they went off to the King’s Head for more appropriate solace. Clarry – or Clarence to give him his Sunday name – had farmed with brother Ronnie, until they had given up the farm. But farmers never retire, and one met them here and there, as they helped out on other farms - hedging, dykeing, dry-stone walling, hay-timing - or working in people’s gardens.

Clarry had retired to a cottage beside the main road and I saw him frequently as he worked around a friend’s premises. This particular morning his daughter had come downstairs, to a fire newly laid in the grate, a cup of tea part drunk and still warm, a sandwich half eaten, and, puzzled, had gone outside to find Clarry hanging. And no one knew why! It was over ten years ago, and I don’t think anyone knows to this day. There in his inner world something had thrown a switch – but he had not been ill that anyone knew about – certainly not mentally. What was it that Clarry couldn’t talk to anyone about – confide - consult?

I thought of him in happier times, as for instance, when the local Shepherds’ Meet and a meet of the beagles had coincided, and the Brown Cow had been open all day – and Clarry hadn’t wasted a minute. There he was, well into the evening, a huge turkey drumstick in his hand, beating time to the choruses of the hunting songs, and swaying perilously to and fro, and the picture of him swaying gently at the end of a rope is one that even now I find unbearable.

I have difficulty revisiting the time when I desperately wanted to die and escape from all that plagued my mind and the situation that I couldn’t understand but from which I frantically wanted to flee. I wasn’t then hearing voices, but had seemingly insurmountable problems. Why didn’t I just do it? As I wrote earlier in my book, it had to appear to be an accident, and I couldn’t devise one that I thought would be convincing. Relevant to my thoughts about Clarry – I couldn’t talk to anyone, because I couldn’t put my inner agony into words. I vaguely re-member once saying to the Consultant as I attempted to broach the subject, something such as “I wish I had a terminal illness” – thinking that that would be a way out that would not create problems for anyone. “I suppose you want cancer” he said – and said it with a sneer; nothing else will describe his tone. I never tried to speak to anyone about it ever again, and I have only recalled the painful times for the purpose of writing to you to help you to understand the torment in the unseen world behind the facade of a face, and a life that is seemingly being ‘lived’ successfully.

‘Writing to you’ – I began to write, it seems, such a long time ago. Some has come easy; some with the pain of unhappiness and disaster revisited. I hope that it has been worthwhile in that it may help someone. I began with the words of the diminutive Brazilian bishop, Dom Helder Camera, from which I get the title of my book, and cannot think of any that are more appropriate with which to end.

Don’t get annoyed
If the people coming to see you,
If the people wanting to talk to you
Can’t manage to express
The uproar raging inside them.

Much more important
Than listening to the words
Is imagining the agonies,
Fathoming the mystery,
Listening to the silences.

*“Listening to the silences” – www.royvincent.net
Paperback: ISBN 9781847477590
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AUDIZIONE VOCI: AD ASCOLTARE LE VOCI: SCHIZOFRENIA: LIBERO LIBRO.

2009-12-05T06:12:00.000-08:00

Thank you for coming to my Blog. I want to tell you about my long experience of hearing voices, and what I have learned in the 30 years that it has been happening to me, 30 years in which, fortunately, I have not become ill as a result of these experiences. Everything is contained in the book that I have written and which I have published as a free download. www.royvincent.net It is a book that has caused one self-harming young woman to write on StumbleUpon, “He pours water over many unhelpful myths, and writes clearly in a way that will probably save someone’s life.”

My long experience leaves me in no doubt that what happens to me is the result of spiritual intrusion into my mind and body. I know the word ‘spiritual’ will put many people off, but please do not be put off by any previous experiences or negative beliefs or prejudice. I am an engineer and my language and reasoning are those of an engineer – as factual and rational as it is possible to be in such an area of uncertainty. And not just voice-hearing, for my writing includes many other phenomena that individuals may experience. Mood creation; dominance and oppression; physical presence; compulsion; addiction; paranoia; manic depression (bi-polar); multiple personality or dissociative disorders – all find explanations once one is prepared to accept the truth of spiritual intrusion.#

In addition to the complete book, the website includes a number of short articles and essays on specific but associated topics; these are to be found in Chapter 16, and they may be downloaded and used freely – but please acknowledge authorship and copyright. There, for example, you will find an article entitled “Two Fools” which describes and analyses all of the conditions listed at # above.

I make no money from the book – and that includes the recently published paperback. My only purpose is to have it read by as many people as possible, and having read it, to put my knowledge to use in the treatment and relief from suffering of the many individuals who hear voices and who suffer all that an ill-informed and uncaring society throws at them because of the ‘labels’ that are then attached to them. There are many ‘closet’ voice-hearers. Please help them to get out of their mental prison, and reclaim their lives.

The web site above gives details of the paperback, while distributors may be found by putting the ISB Number in Google Search –
ISBN 9781847477590

I have had much feedback and many favourable and grateful comments, such as…

From a Carer, “First of all, a very warm ‘thank you’ for making your remarkable book available free on the Internet.”

Someone who had no previous experience of voices and who was suddenly ‘attacked’ by malicious voices while in a plane over the Mediterranean, wrote, “I have searched the Internet for books that would explain what happened to me recently, but there was nothing until I found your welcome book.”

A television producer commented, “It is beautifully written.”

While a Mother wrote, “My son is in hospital on anti-psychotic drugs. He describes it word for word like Roy. He has always said that it is a spiritual thing, not a mental illness.”

Finally, a man who is reading the book currently while in a cell in Death Row of a jail in the US wrote, “ I hear voices and get physically abused/manipulated by unseen, but very real entities, I’ll call spirits of good and/or bad deportment.”

Most people know someone with mental health problems, and there are many who have problems that they are scared to reveal because of fear of ‘psychiatry’, anti-psychotic drugs, and all that is now implied in the media by the one word ‘schizophrenic’. Please help them by telling them of the book, and by reading it yourself

HEARING VOICES: LISTENING TO VOICES: SCHIZOPHRENIA: FREE BOOK

2009-11-29T07:29:00.000-08:00

OUVINDO VOZES: ESQUIZOFRENIA: LIVRO GRATUITO.

2009-11-29T03:35:00.000-08:00

STIMMEN HÖREN: ANHÖREN DER STIMME: SCHIZOPHRENIE: GRATIS BUCH: Cлушание голосов: Шизофрения.Бесплатная книга.

2009-11-29T03:20:00.000-08:00

SANE?... HEARING VOICES?.....

2009-05-03T10:21:00.000-07:00

Yes, I hear voices and have done so for thirty years. Yet I have never been made ill by my experiences, even though I have had some traumatic times. I have never become ill because I knew from the outset that what I experience is of spiritual origin. Spiritual intrusion into my mind and physically into my body.

I have written fully about my experiences and what I have learned from them in a book that has been available as a free download for several years, and is now in paperback form. Some time ago, and before I began to write in earnest, I sent a preliminary and circumspect letter to one of the main organisations that aimed to help the ‘schizophrenic’. It was a very tentative letter that I hoped would begin a dialogue, or at least arouse some interest and follow-up. In the reply, which was no doubt well-meaning, reference was made to my ‘mental illness’. Now I had made no mention of ‘mental illness’, nor of any difficulties or problems – simply that I heard voices and had a special insight. Yet here was an immediate categorisation – you hear voices, therefore you are mentally ill.

Many individuals hear voices that disturb and torment them, and many seek medical help. However, there are many who do not – because they fear that they would be – as I was – immediately characterised as being mentally ill. They fear the stigma that is commonly attached to ‘hearing voices’: the blatant media reactions to the ‘paranoid schizophrenic: the horror at the thought of ‘psychiatry' and mind-altering drugs: the thought of having a ‘label’.

From the outset, I spoke freely about my experiences, and it was in doing so that I learned the story of someone whom I had known and met frequently in her professional rôle, but now in retirement our paths had crossed in a different environment. She told me her story, and then wrote it down so that I could use it within my own writing that was developing into the book. Here it is…

J…’s Story.

(As told to Roy Vincent)

J… grew up in a gentle and close family in Gloucestershire. Daughter of a carpenter and joiner, with two brothers, the family lived in a small house adjoining the forge of the local farrier.

She writes: I am writing an account of mental and spiritual experiences which, hopefully, will help others, both those who are suffering the distressing condition known as schizophrenia, and those who try to understand and treat it. I expect that some will recognise these experiences as being similar to those that they have had. But to those who have not, I merely suggest that they keep an open mind and believe that I have written only the truth.

I was brought up to go to church, and took part in the choir and many church-based activities. Following success in the Higher School Certificate in 1947, I went on to Reading University to study for an Honours degree in English. I had known throughout my early teens that I wanted to be a Librarian, and after my degree, and following a year’s practical training in Reading Public Library, I attended the School of Librarianship at University College, London. With a Diploma in Librarianship, I began work at the National Central Library in London.
I grew up with the normal range of childhood ailments, but at ten, I began to have severe pains in my side and stomach, accompanied by severe headaches and vomiting. Doctors could find nothing specific, and one told my mother that I would have to take pain-killing drugs for the rest of my life. My mother, however, was determined that I should be spared this horrifying prospect, and took me to see an American doctor who practised as a chiropractor in Cheltenham. Using skilled manipulation and various medications that she prescribed, this most kind lady effected a cure that has lasted until this day.
My mother described me when young as having a very vivid imagination. What I was seeing were what can only be described as ‘visions of glory’. William Wordsworth wrote about such an experience perfectly in his ode “Intimations of immortality from recollections of early childhood”. The whole poem expresses so exactly what I also have experienced.

Not in entire forgetfulness
Not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is out home”.

The beauties of nature, the colours of the flowers, birds, trees, the rhythms of the seasons, all were a joyous part of and at one with an inner light, often pure white light, which I could see. Not only was I seeing the external, physical sun moon and stars, but on many occasions, visions of an inner sun moon and stars, also of beautiful sky-scapes which delighted me. I could sometimes ‘see’ through physical walls to far distant beauties. I now realise that my consciousness was on a spiritual level, which meant that material things were not registering as solid, as normal everyday consciousness.
These visions, and many others that I could describe if invited to do so, lasted for many years. I also felt swirls of wonderful, blissful energy as if I had been caught up in a whirlwind. It would happen while walking particularly in the countryside. A “still, small voice”, heard when I was walking in a lovely garden in Oxford, called me by name. I later dedicated my life, even though lived in the world and not in an enclosed community, to God through Jesus Christ. At that time, I did not know how unusual my experiences were, but all of them filled me with complete bliss and love for everyone and everything.
Gradually my consciousness was drawn out into the everyday world and visions ceased. Looking back, I realise that the lower vibrations of the material world gradually ‘came in’, as I call it and encircled the inner vision, causing darkness and the forgetfulness of the former glories. At the time one does not know that this is happening. The whole process is, in my opinion, spiral movement. As we live on a spinning planet, with different levels of energies acting and interacting on human bodies, the mind becomes enmeshed in the human condition. It is a downward spiral at first, which in due course becomes an upward one.

At age nineteen, while studying at University, under great pressure trying to get accustomed to living alone in ‘digs’ – although I had a very kind landlady – never free of persistent catarrh causing dull headaches, anxious about keeping ahead of work commitments, having very little leisure time and depressed by the failure of two developing, but platonic friendships, I said to myself one day in utter despair “There is no meaning in anything. It’s all just words, words, words”. At that moment something in my head just snapped, causing complete chaos inside. I could hear voices uttering unspeakable blasphemies. Whenever I lay down to sleep at night, shapes, colours, people’s faces churned round and round endlessly. For the first three nights after my breakdown, I cannot remember sleeping at all. This went on ceaselessly, day and night, utter torment, complete hell. At this point I must state categorically that the ‘still small voice’ heard in that garden in Oxford, was totally different from these demonic ones.
Outwardly, although it may seem hard to believe, I seemed normal, if somewhat withdrawn. I could still talk to people, do my work, although with considerable difficulty in concentration. I could shop, eat, do chores, cycle to lectures. My mother, whom I only saw occasionally in those days, since I was living away from home, remarked during one visit that I seemed “hag ridden”. How apt that phrase was! I did not tell her or anyone, except by letter to the University psychiatrist describing what had happened, but never received an answer. However, I think the psychiatrist must have asked one of my Tutors to keep an eye on me, because she started inviting me to her home and taking me to the cinema.
I was like a zombie, my mind that had one time been so clear, now darkened. I remember staring at myself in the mirror, my body feeling dead, but yet something in me still aware of all that was happening. At no time did I contemplate suicide, but I desperately searched my memory for something that would alleviate the horror of my inner turmoil. I remembered having been given a palm cross one Palm Sunday, when I was only seven or eight. The recollection of that lovely day, the joy of that time, surrounded by loving people, the sun shining brilliantly outside the church, was calming and consoling. For years, during every waking moment, I tried to keep the thought and picture of that cross in my inner vision. I read the bible voraciously, copied whole chapters into a notebook, kept a crucifix under my pillow. I also tried to visualise in the inner darkness, the colour and shape of the ‘inner’ sun, moon, and stars that were once so natural to see.
After leaving University, doing a year’s practical library work and obtaining my Diploma in Librarianship, I started full time work. I met and married a very considerate and loving husband. We had no family. The ‘voices’ did not abate even during the period of our marriage, but although he knew that I was suffering from some mental struggle, he did not know the details. He was vegetarian, just not liking meat from boyhood. He never tried to convert me, but gradually I became vegetarian myself, for several reasons, and have never wanted to revert to meat eating. He died in 1982.
I have had several good, satisfying jobs in libraries; made very many friends; have all sorts of hobbies – walking, reading, listening to music, embroidery, knitting, attending evening classes and study tours abroad. I do voluntary committee and community work since taking early retirement, do gardening and have a pet cat.

Through being a vegetarian, I was led to a guesthouse in Glastonbury, which turned out also to be a spiritual centre. I had remained through all the years a staunch Christian, attending church, if not really regularly, at least at all the main festivals, but this was something, at Ramala as it is called, which began at long last to draw me out of the darkness. The Christ light is worshipped there as living reality. Their teaching and associated art work reawakened my visions. I don’t mean by that that I experienced them as I had done in childhood, but I knew that they were being expressed through the work of Ramala. It led me on to an even more wonderful realisation, connected with the former glory, which has restored live, life, light hope, joy.
By dint of keeping my inner vision fixed on the symbol of the cross, and on the memory of the glorious light, through all the pain of the psychological, mental spiritual ordeal – and at times it has been physical pain too – the voices have gradually lessened.

For quite some time now, a kind of inner peace has been growing. The noisy anger racing round inside as trapped energy seeking outlet, has been brought under control by my not permitting it to erupt, but transmuting it into a constructive, loving force. I mean that by also holding in my mind’s eye, the picture of a perfect pink rose, symbol of pure love, and by sending out to all whom I meet, good will, as we are commanded to do, the mind settles down. Incredible though it may seem, the body has come through all this practically unscathed, as I have been in good physical health after shaking off the childhood migraines and the catarrh of student days.
This experience has taught me numerous things about the body and mind, especially the necessity, whatever happens, of keeping on bravely with what one knows to be the inner truth. It is best, at least for me, to try not to ‘think’, but to empty the mind, which is fantastically difficult to do as there is always something buzzing into it. One has to try to trust the invisible higher power than man, which does guard and guide, if one will only ask. I had placed my life in God’s hands years ago.

The positive and negative forces of energy are forever working on the human organism. Everything is seeking the balance and rest of the inner core. The ordinary conscious mind flies outward to the perceived world, getting distracted, pulled down and obsessed by material objects, be they animate or inanimate. If one can so concentrate the mind on the central, inner peace, in whatever form that may take for the individual – and it takes iron-willed determination, perseverance and above all, hope, regardless of what is happening to the body in daily life - letting go of worries, be assured that progress begins to be made, even if it does not seem like it. Gradually, so very gradually, the niggling, saw-like, anxiety-filled tensions of the mind fade away, and one is left with renewed clarity of vision, revivified joy in the beauties of nature and peace which passes all understanding.

It helps, too, if one can observe the whole process impersonally, as if it were someone else’s mind; again, difficult to do, but not impossible, the key word being detachment. This does not mean that one should not do all one can for others when one sees their problems and difficulties, but while sending out goodwill to all, learn, as doctors and nurses have to, not to become emotionally involved.

As an explanation of the Gospel of St. John states: “The physical has its work and purpose, otherwise God would not have created it, and the physical life too has its place in the development of man. We cannot cast aside material duties, for we are here on earth to master matter, and the soul who neglects to watch where it is going has a tumble and suffers a few cuts and bruises. There must be a harmonious balance between all planes of being. Harmony, balance, this is the object of life”.
This passage underlines many of the things which I have been trying to express.

End of J’s Story

Throughout the six years that my book has been available on the Internet, I have had feedback from individuals who recognise what I describe, either in their own lives or in the lives of the ones in their care.
Thus the mother who wrote that her son was in hospital on strong anti-psychotic drugs “…he describes it word for word like Roy. He has always said that it is a spiritual thing, not a mental illness.”
The middle-aged woman who was suddenly assailed by malignant voices while in a plane over the Med. and who wrote “I want to thank you for writing on the Internet about your experiences. I found it to be the only true version of what happened to myself last year. I had been looking for books to read on the subject, but found nothing useful until I came across your account.”
Then there is the man who is currently reading the paperback while in a cell in death-row of a gaol in Georgia, USA. He hears voices and had already deduced that they are of spiritual origin. In his most recent letter he wrote “I hear voices and get physically abused/manipulated by unseen but very real entities I’ll call spirits.” He has also recognised and differentiates between these and the benevolent and supportive ‘entities’. In doing so, he recognises what is so often ignored in all discussion about ‘voices’, namely the converse of the malignant dominating intrusions – the highly benevolent and supportive presences. Too large a topic to discuss here, but I deal in my book with my own experiences of these and what has followed subsequently in my life.

And most rewarding, there was the joy and relief expressed. This came from many who now realised the potential cause of their distress – to know that they were not intrinsically ill, and that there was, finally, something that they could confront, and that there were others ready to give mutual understanding and support. And recognised by the young woman who wrote on StumbleUpon, “He writes clearly in a way that will probably save someone’s life.

The book is called "Listening to the Silences in a world of hearing voices" and is available as a free download at http://www.royvincent.net/ where details of the paperback version will also be found.

CYBER BULLYING/ HEARING VOICES

2009-03-24T07:32:00.000-07:00

If anyone wants to know how young people can be threatened, dominated, terorised and driven to suicide by voices in their minds, they will find an absolute parallel in this world of cyber bullying that is being so vividly described in the media currently.
The evil, the language and the techniques are identical - it is only the route into the mind that is different.
I describe some of these ploys as I call them in my book, and in separate articles that are placed in Chapter 16 of the book on line - www.royvincent.net

Terry Pratchett: is the ring on your finger destroying your mind?

2009-02-15T05:31:00.000-08:00

TERRY PRATCHETT: IS THE RING ON YOUR FINGER DESTROYING YOUR MIND?
As I watched Terry Pratchett’s programmes on television, I was filled with both fascination and admiration: fascination at this off-beat but realistic introduction to the world of impending dementia; admiration at his openness and frankness at what the potential ‘mind darkness’ might do to his creative powers. But also as I watched my eye was constantly drawn to the large ring that he wears. Not in any sense of admiration, but one of distress, for that ring – and I know at first thought it might sound absurd – that ring may be a contributory factor in the onset of his ‘mind alteration’.
To appreciate what I am getting at, it is necessary to understand something about acupuncture, and further, to recognise that it has long been demonstrated that the acupuncture system is involved in the distribution of the subtle ‘body electricity’. I am not an acupuncturist and don’t practise acupuncture, but as an electrical engineer I have long been interested in the phenomenon and have observed and read, and studied on my own - (the writings of such as Dr. Julian Kenyon and orthopaedic surgeon Robert O. Becker come to mind.)
The complete acupuncture matrix is made up of separate, but interlinking ‘meridians’, the majority of which begin or end at the bases of finger and toe nails. Some time ago I became aware of the possibility that rings and tight-fitting metal bracelets could vary the actual electrical flow along the meridians that they encircle. (This is standard electrical knowledge). With this in mind, and with the help of a friend who practises ‘electro-acupuncture’, I carried out some experiments. These involved first measuring the strength along a particular meridian, and then measuring again with a ring or bracelet in place.
There was no doubt that the ‘energy flow’ in the meridian(s) diminished significantly.
Another piece of knowledge that I acquired is that if one interferes with or damages an acupuncture point, there is the possibility that the conditions that one could treat from that point may actually be created. In my observation, the presence of a large ring could be classed as ‘interference’.
The meridian that has its first point at the base of the nail of the ring finger, and at the side nearest to the little finger, is called (in direct translation from the Chinese) – the ‘Triple-heater’ (TH) Meridian. Traditionally it is regarded as having a controlling influence in the endocrine system.
The second point on the meridian is at the root of the finger and directly under the ring.

One of the conditions that one would use this second point to treat is – ‘Wandering Mind’ – which might be a fair approximation for Alzheimer’s disease and which was defined by the Chinese long before that disease itself was ever identified.

As well as creating a local problem at TH2, it is highly probable that the whole meridian will be affected. From its beginning at the root of the nail of the ring-finger, the TH meridian follows the posterior surface of the arm to the shoulder, which it traverses high at the back, then rises up the neck, when, following a near circuit of the ear, it crosses to the outward end of the eyebrow, where it terminates.
There are twenty-three distinct points, each having a repertoire of ailments that may be treated from it. By virtue of its proximity to the ear and eye, and terminating as it does on the head, the meridian has numerous points that may be used to treat ailments in these locations. Incidentally, while I am presenting this as simplistically as I am able, let me not detract from the fact that properly practised by individuals who are fully trained, acupuncture is a highly effective therapy, as I know from my own experience of it.
Terry described difficulties that were developing in his vision. Consequently, I will confine myself to these two types of ailment – mental and visual - and will provide a limited summary of those that are relevant, without listing a full catalogue. So, without reference to specific points on the meridian, here is a list of ‘mental’ and allied conditions that may be treated:

Dizziness: vertigo: wandering mind: facial spasm: ‘melancholy’: violent fear: epilepsy: nervous trembling: ‘agitation’: involuntary movement of fingers and arms: insanity: occipital neuralgia: convulsions: fits in children: madness.

Problems associated with the eyes and vision:

Film over eyes: blurred vision: eyes red, swollen and painful: eye diseases: retinal haemorrhage: optic nerve inflamed: exopthalmos: eyes twitch or blink separately: optic atrophy.

There is much more that I could write, particularly concerning the potential effects of damage to acupuncture points in other parts of the body. For some time I have been writing an article on this topic, but have had difficulty completing it because new information keeps appearing. If anyone is interested in receiving this when complete, just email to RoyVincent07@aol.com, and I’ll endeavour to send it, bearing in mind that I am now 83, and might just disappear off the radar.

Before leaving the general topic of dementia, just consider this –
The Government is advocating virtual mass-medication of the over fifties with Statins, to limit the possibility of stroke or heart attack. All very laudable – until you look at the side-effects of Statins. Here are a few of the 25 most common: depression: memory loss (long or short term): peripheral neuropathy: transient global amnesia: myopathy: trouble walking (balance): slurred speech or trouble finding the right word.
And then there is concern at the major increase in the onset of dementia among the middle-aged and elderly! Oh dear!

Roy Vincent.
www.royvincent.net
www.roycvincent.blogspot.com

HEARING VOICES IN MY MIND – THE DAY IT ALL BEGAN

2008-12-08T07:15:00.000-08:00

To recall that day, I have to take you back to 1979 to give you a glimpse into part of my life. I live on a smallholding on the western slopes of the Lake District in Cumbria, and, at the time, the day began with chores that revolved around the horses that I owned then. However, at eleven o’clock, I always set aside time for personal reflection. I would sit quietly in an upstairs room that gave me spectacular views towards the summits of some of the Lakeland mountains, and there I practised a simple form of meditation.
This particular morning the sky was clear and a bright sun shone on the summits of Scafell, Great Gable, Yewbarrow and the rest. I settled into my chair, easing my neck onto the high wingback, and rolling my head gently from side to side to smooth out any tensions.
Then something happened that was so dramatic and far-reaching, and yet, paradoxically, was completely devoid of drama. A ‘presence’ that I could not see, moved from the space in front of me, into me. Immediately, my mind was charged with another voice or provoker of thoughts; thoughts over which, then, I had no control and which were not initiated by me. In my head began conversation as between two separate people, one of whom was me.
I began to hear voices.

In the years that have followed and my ‘story’ has often been told, many individuals focus on the ‘voice’ or ‘voices’. To me, the most important element within that morning’s events is contained in the phrase “…a presence…moved into me.” Yes, a physical presence.
From that day to this, I have never been free from voices and intrusive physical presences. I have learned much and have written much – hence the book.
Called “Listening to the Silences in a world of hearing voices”, it tells you exactly what happened then and subsequently, and explains why I have never become ill as a result of my experiences. I have never become ill because I know, without any shadow of doubt, that what I experience is of spiritual origin. Yes, with absolute certainty – spiritual. I try to steer clear of all religions, and deep psychiatric/psychological theory, and write entirely with the mindset and language of an engineer – which is what I am.
Comments from a variety of sources serve to indicate whether or not I have been successful. A television producer said: “It is beautifully written”. On ‘StumbleUpon’, someone with the delightful nickname of ‘Pervypeahead’ wrote: “He pours water over many unhelpful myths and writes clearly in a way that will probably save someone’s life.”
A mother wrote: “My son is in hospital on antipsychotic drugs. He describes it word for word like Roy. He has always said that it is a spiritual thing and not a mental illness.”
Annmarie’s letter says: “I want to say thanks for writing on the Internet about your experiences, I found it to be the only true version of what I feel happened to me last year. I had been looking for books to read on the subject, but found nothing useful until I came across your account.”
From a Portuguese film producer came: “I was very much impressed by your book, I believe both your life and literature are a truthful account of human experience and should be rapidly shared with a wider public.” He has spent some time with me filming material for a documentary about my life.
And finally, from a mother in India, deeply concerned about her son and his antipsychotic drug regime – we had been discussing ‘spiritual’ alternatives. She commented: “Undoubtedly, many have gone to ashrams and been cured. But here in the heart of Mumbai, what can we do but accept the drugs – and anyway, the doctors terrify you!”
If anyone wants to write to me privately, there is a contact address in my book on line. The web address is www.royvincent.net where the book is free. Many prefer to hold an actual book, and recently it has been published in softback. The publisher’s address is www.chipmunkapublishing.com

EARTH CURRENTS ARE NOT LEY LINES: LEY LINES ARE NOT EARTH CURRENTS

2008-07-14T06:01:00.000-07:00

EARTH CURRENTS: CAUSE OF 'GEOPATHIC' ILLNESS

A Short Analysis by Roy Vincent

(Extract from my book on http://www.royvincent.net/)

I came to live in my present house in 1971. Finding it was the result of a happy coincidence of someone wanting to emigrate and myself actively looking for somewhere with land and grazing for my horses. Two hectares of land, and a setting on the western slopes of the Cumbrian fells that has visitors using such words as ‘paradise’ (although they may be speaking of my cooking, which is out of this world!).
I am on a narrow plateau and surrounded entirely by farmland; the seas are visible to the west, while east the ground rises to a high ridge. I had to make some adjustments in that there are no mains water, gas, or sewerage. The gas comes in bottles; the septic tank gurgles and belches knowingly, and happily looks after itself. The water? Yes, the water – and here I begin my tale.

My first water supply had been installed by the previous owners and involved a large tank some distance inland that was fed by small streams that wandered down the fellside. It was good to have a private supply that was free from any additives, and miles from any source of urban or industrial pollution. In time, and as I got older, the servicing of the installation began to be tedious, involving as it did clambering over stone walls when there was possibly ice or other hazards. And so I considered the possibility of a borehole on my own land. I was fortunate to find a dowser who lives not far away, who came with a cohort of children, and together we strode up and down my two fields. The dowser, Jack, had the traditional forked twig that he had pulled from the hedge, while the rest of us carried bundles of canes and followed close on his footsteps. Back and forth he walked, the twig dipping downwards from time to time while we ran to push in a cane at the spot.
In a comparatively short time, the pattern emerged of rows of canes that demonstrated the presence below each row of an aquifer. There were eight or nine all told, and all indicating the underground flow of water from the high ground toward the sea. One stood out from the rest, for as Jack approached, and was yet four or five metres off, the twig began to vibrate, and then shot downwards alarmingly as he came immediately above it. We plotted the course of this underground stream and were relieved to find that it deviated away from a neighbour’s property, and was obviously not the source of his spring.
The arrival of the drilling rig and the sinking of the borehole provide material for a saga yet to be written, although I have told it often enough. It is still difficult to describe my relief and joy at seeing great jets of water soaring above the rig as the compressor did its work. The main aquifer is at twenty-five metres depth, and sits under clay and sandstone and on top of a bulk of granite – each layer in its way telling the story of past volcanic activity and glaciations. “It’s the best supply that we’ve found in the Lake District,” said both the well-borer and the pump man – and for a county that seems to have more than its fair share of water, that is quite an accolade. It is the most beautiful water – cold from its underground sources, with just a hint of its mountain origins and sometimes a trace of iron from the ore beds that lie a short distance inland, and which were last worked in a very basic manner by long-dead miners several centuries ago.
Upstream, the aquifer passes under my boundary bank, or dyke as it is known locally, then below a narrow road and under the dyke that forms the boundary of my neighbour’s land. His dyke has a hedge on top – except above the aquifer, where nothing grows. My boundary has a row of venerable pine trees, that stand tall – except where they grow or grew above other aquifers. One has died in my time here, another is quite stunted compared with the rest, and the one that had been planted directly above the main aquifer had grown in a strange way. From its base, it had grown almost parallel with the ground before finally directing itself upwards. The contorted shape became the tree’s downfall, for, heavily burdened by wet snow, it was wrenched and twisted by winds and eventually came down in the field.
The trees and their history, together with my neighbour’s hedge, provide me with an ever-present and visible demonstration of the existence of what have become generally known as ‘earth currents’. Now, as I am writing, it is a warm and sunny day, and I have just come in from the field where I have spent some time lying on the ground directly above the aquifer. I did not really have to do that, for I already knew what I would feel, but I did it simply to add to the credibility of my account. Over many years, I have been made aware of the fact that I am very sensitive to the presence of electrical or electromagnetic fields and phenomena. It is difficult to quantify the effects – even to describe them in such a way that others can identify if they also are not similarly sensitive. Such words as ‘tingling’ and ‘currents’ come to mind, together with an inner sense of apprehension or disquiet.
The underground stream is a conductor of natural electricity. Its very movement may be the generating source of the current. The proximity upstream of the iron ore and the adjacent sandstone might create an electrical battery, the water providing both the electrolyte and the conductor.
‘Earth currents’ and ‘earth radiation’ have become the accepted general terminology used in describing what is a real, identifiable and measurable phenomenon. More scientifically, they are called ‘telluric’ currents, described below in Encyclopaedia Britannica.

“Telluric Current - also called Earth Current, natural electric current flowing on and beneath the surface of the Earth and generally following a direction parallel to the Earth's surface. Telluric currents arise from charges moving to attain equilibrium between regions of differing electric potentials; these differences in potential are set up by several conditions, including very low-frequency electromagnetic waves from space, particularly from the magnetosphere incident upon the Earth's surface, and moving charged masses in the ionosphere and the atmosphere. Telluric currents are often used by geophysicists to map subsurface structures, such as sedimentary basins, layered rocks, and faults. An anomalous current density or gradient may be indicative of a subsurface structural feature.”

Measurement requires precise and not very portable instrumentation and away from the scientific world recourse is more often made to the practice of dowsing or divining with the easily carried twig, rods or pendulum. It is most unfortunate that in some quarters, earth currents have been identified with another and completely different phenomenon, namely ‘ley lines’. Ley lines are not earth currents; earth currents are not ley lines. The term ‘ley line’ was coined by a man called Alfred Watkins, who describes his findings, and why he used the term, in his book The Old Straight Track. They relate to the straight-line routes used by people in times long past, before the development of large towns and cities, before land was enclosed, before there was a network of roads and when travel was on foot or pony with pack animals or porters and the direct route was the most economical of effort. One of my hobbies is to find and follow them in this wide-open country around my home, much of it never having seen the plough. I use a map, compass, rule and pencil, not dowsing rods or a pendulum, and the tracks can often be seen as the sun slants across a hillside, or a light powdering of snow settles differently on their surface compared with the surrounding terrain. Happy are the moments when I might come across a long disused ford or stepping stones, or find a series of mark stones that had guided feet from times long before the Romans came.
One unfortunate consequence of the association and confusion of earth currents with ley lines is that archaeologists, who could learn much from the alignment of the routes and the places that they once connected, become apoplectic at the mention of ley lines, while those practitioners who are involved in the provision of health care, ignore the phenomenon of the currents and their consequences for health, and dismiss the whole as so much hocus pocus.

It is not only the trees that suffer developmental and health problems when in the proximity of a current, although their behaviour and that of house plants can sometimes provide clues. All organic life may be affected, and the fact that plants and animals respond should be sufficient to demonstrate that health deterioration is real and not simply a subjective human reaction. The term ‘geopathic stress’ has become the most commonly used general description of the result of persistent exposure to the electrical field associated with earth currents. Although the phenomenon has been known of in a number of parts of the world and in different eras, the first comprehensive description that I have found is in a book called Earth Currents: Causative Factor of Cancer and Other Diseases. The author, Gustav Freiherr von Pohl, provides many studies of the sleeping locations of individuals or families who had suffered serious, long-term ill health, the ailments being many and varied. Apart from the more obvious of cancer and cardio-vascular conditions, the inclusion of instances of deteriorating mental health particularly concerned me within the context of my general writing.
I have mentioned my own sensitivity to electrical phenomena, and it was my own reactions that confirmed to me the involvement of geopathic stress in the illness and subsequent death of three whom I knew or got to know well. My cousin had developed very severe muscular rheumatism and had been given high doses of a steroid to relieve it. On one visit, and sitting in a room where I had not previously sat, I began to experience a very painful backache. Puzzled, for there was no obvious cause, I made an excuse and changed my seat, at which the pain declined. I felt certain that the cause was some form of earth current, and as the room was that used most frequently by my cousin, with her bed immediately above, I have no doubt that the resultant stress led to her illness. Her diet of steroids had, however, proved to be too great, for her spine disintegrated, collapsed and she could breathe no more and died. Significantly, the dog belonging to a friend with whom my cousin shared the house, would not remain in the room in question, but left immediately if ever taken into it. The room in which the friend slept was subject to much less stress, but even so, she developed the most atrocious and unconscious habit of grinding her teeth. This latter is another indication of the existence of geopathic stress, and is unconscious and not subjective. Dogs detest these locations while cats seek them out – again, another potent indicator.
The behaviour of houseplants was an effective indicator of the stress at the head of the bed of one young woman whom I got to know. The plants deteriorated rapidly if placed on the bedside tables, and recovered if moved into other parts of the flat. Esther had developed a malignant brain tumour from which she subsequently died. While she and her partner were together in the flat, one used to wake in deep depression with the feeling of a ‘heavy weight on the chest’, while the other had frequent teeth-grinding nightmares. Esther moved back to her parents’ home, and after treatment lived for a further year, succumbing eventually to meningitis. Her partner moved the bed within the room, and enjoyed relaxing sleep. My own reaction when I stood at the original bed head was to experience deep nausea.
There were no external signs in John’s house, but the fact that I could not sleep in the bed in which he had slept formerly, alerted me to the fact that something was wrong. It was not, however, until someone actually dowsed the house that it was demonstrated that a ‘stress’ line in fact ran the length of what had been John’s side of the bed. The line went the full extent of the house, and crossed another, the crossing being beneath the location of his relaxation chair. After a long fight, and sustained by the utmost dedication of his wife, Vanessa, John sadly died of the leukaemia that he had contracted.
I have no way of knowing what precisely were the causes of these particular earth currents, for there are many possible driving forces. The earth is, in fact, a huge electrical machine. It has a magnetic core, and rotates within the stream of electrically charged particles that pour out from the sun in never ending flow, the ‘solar wind’. One characteristic of a rotating electrical machine is that it generates so-called ‘lines of force’ over its surface, and that is just what occurs over the surface of the earth. There are two ‘grids’ – the Hartmann and the Curry - and where they cross or interact with underground aquifers, zones or lines of geopathic stress are created. If the earth’s surface was regular and homogeneous, perhaps not as many currents would flow, but it is this irregularity that, with other influences, creates the random configuration that is so hard to predict.
The variability and unpredictability of strength and direction of the grids and water generated currents become very apparent in the illustrations that accompany the case studies given in von Pohl’s book. A further collection may be seen in a book called Earth Radiation by Käthe (Katy) Bachler. The author, a schoolteacher in Austria, had trained as a dowser and had studied the phenomenon of earth currents and their relationship to problems of health. Also qualified in science and mathematics, Ms Bachler approached her investigations with the rigour of a scientist. She had become convinced that the erratic and unsocial behaviour of some children, and the underperformance of others, had its roots in geopathic stress experienced at school or home, or in both. Her proposed study was recognised by the Superintendent of the Schools District of Salzburg, and the Authority allowed her to pursue a full time investigation in the classrooms and the homes of many children.
It is impossible to supply detail of cases from either book in this limited essay – the books themselves are a small selection of many thousands. However, one conclusion that stemmed from the Bachler study was that children never sat in the same place for more than a month, but were moved around in the classroom at regular intervals. It is worth quoting briefly from the preface to the book that was written by the Superintendent.
“She wanted to find out whether there was a measurable connection between geopathy and academic failures in children of school age. Heretofore, this had been a field regarded as charlatanism.
We now have the results of her work. This book is recommended for sceptics as well as supporters. Maybe they, too, will become convinced that there are indeed geopathic influences, and that by eliminating them, some people can be helped immeasurably. In particular, pupils and students can now become achievers in their studies.”
There is a further introduction written by the then Archbishop of Salzburg, aimed at setting to rest any doubts that Christians might have about the use of dowsing. He warns against the use of dowsing for evil purposes and personal gain, but gives his blessing to those who use the gift for the benefit of others. The Archbishop concludes by “…warmly recommending to believing Christians the work of Ms. Käthe Bachler, and especially her book…”
It is most unfortunate that both books are very hard to find, and are probably not in print. Anyone reading them may be struck by the fact that neither investigator talks about eliminating, removing or reversing the currents and their effects. Where, in the quotation above, the Superintendent writes of ‘eliminating them’, he should, in fact, have written ‘avoiding them’. The whole thrust of the work and analyses of both authors is to find good places for people to sleep and work in. Many to whom I have described these phenomena in the past make an immediate assumption that the whole house is a bad place. This is patently not so. In the case of John above, the lines were no more than a half metre wide. The zone in Esther’s flat was solely at the bed head – plants that wilted when on the bedside tables flourished very healthily elsewhere, and the bed, when moved, provided a fully restful sleeping place. In the main, there are more good places than unhealthy ones.
I repeat what I wrote earlier, neither author suggests that the geopathic zones can be eliminated or ‘cured’. I have been to ‘workshops’ where one has been told of practices such as driving in wooden stakes, or copper pins. Others where individuals have claimed to ‘visualise’ the zones away. Rational thought and an appreciation of the causes and driving forces of the earth currents should convince most people that the areas and lines of stress cannot simply be ‘wished away’. The aquifers beneath my fields have been flowing, probably without cease, since the last ice-age, and no action that I can think of will cause them to change direction or cease producing their electrical field. My house itself is almost completely benevolent, and I can understand why the site was chosen so many centuries ago.
Some aquifers are seasonal, and so dowsing on one occasion may provide a different result from that obtained on another. The Somerset Levels provide an interesting anomaly, because the direction of flow is governed by the state of the tide in the adjoining Bristol Channel. The tidal range is very great, and at high tide the pressure from the sea pushes the flow in the aquifer inland, while at low tide, the water is allowed to drain in the normal seaward direction. Electrical currents are created in the stratospheric zones above the earth, and are transferred by a process known as induction into the plane of the earth below. Inevitably, these currents will be at their strongest in suitable conductors such as flowing water and in ore deposits, but as the currents are the result of the sun creating electrically charged particles in the ionosphere, they only exist during daylight hours. They are strongest at local noon, and die away at dusk. There are other major variables resulting from the movement of the moon and the changing seasons.
It has long been acknowledged that it is pointless trying to locate and evaluate earth currents at full and new moon, because of strong gravitational and other influences a these times. Watching something as unlikely as a travel documentary crystallised this understanding for me. A group on men were exploring a particular region in the Australian outback where water is at a premium. They had stopped to fill up with water and petrol at a very remote store. As they were discussing with the store owner the additional availability of water further into the desert, he told them that in many locations the ground-water came to the surface at new and full moon i.e. in that very flat desert plain, the moon exerted a virtual tidal influence over the subterranean water. The corollary of that is that wherever it occurred, water in underground aquifers would be subject to exactly the same influences, with a consequent effect upon any attendant earth currents.
What I am really trying to say is that dowsing and locating geoelectric zones and currents is not a simple and casual practice that can be picked up without considerable thought. Even though the process of dowsing with rods or a pendulum is easily demonstrated and many find that they can do it, that is not the end in itself. If one sets out to find the good or bad places in a house or place of work and thereby advise people, one is taking on a very serious responsibility. The case studies of both Ms. Bachler and von Pohl relate to many grave and life-threatening illnesses, and also to those normally classed as ‘mental’, and both worked in consultation with the appropriate physician. It is interesting to note this acceptance and collaboration coming from the medical profession and the Church in central Europe. In Britain, there is almost universal scepticism, or downright ridicule.
The tendency to ridicule stems in no small part from the influences that I mentioned earlier – namely the desire of many to look for mystical associations and, through the confusion with leylines, linkages with such places as stone circles and ancient sites. The use of the term ‘geomancer’ is calculated to reinforce the ‘magic and mystery’ (although, in truth, I cannot understand why anyone would use that term in this context. Geomancy is the method of divination that interprets the random shapes that appear in earth that is thrown onto a surface, and later, it is the interpretation of a collection of dots randomly made on paper). There is nothing magical about earth currents, nor the geopathy associated with them. It takes a small amount of science to understand how the phenomena develop, but it takes a lot of realism and dedication to use the knowledge for the benefit of sick people.
In Britain, one of the most dedicated individuals in this field is Rolf Gordon. His son died from cancer, and Rolf is certain that the root cause was the geopathic stress experienced by his son where the latter slept. Apart from writing a very useful and practical book, Are You Sleeping In A Safe Place?, Rolf founded the Dulwich Health Society with the aim of disseminating knowledge and of promoting the use of what appears to be the one device available that can minimise the local effect of geopathic currents. The device, called a ‘Raditech’, is plugged into the electrical mains in the house and, based on what is called a ‘Lakowsky coil’, it generates a neutralising field. Anyone believing that this is just a bit more hocus-pocus, may be interested in this simple anecdote: I supplied one of these units to some friends to use in their house where there were several geopathic zones. The much older mother who had lived all of her life in this same house, but who knew nothing of the new device, descended the stairs the next morning with the remark that she had just had the best night’s sleep that she had ever had since childhood.
The effects upon mental and nervous health are often quite difficult to assess, for they can be complex in that the dividing line between the actual physical effects of the geopathic stress and the resultant subjective reactions may become blurred. At the simplest level, a physical feeling equivalent to that experienced during times of apprehension may be created in a person. Even though there may be nothing in the person’s life actually to cause worry, the constant feeling of being worried may engender a permanent state of anxiety for which medical help may then be sought.
On a personal level, I can only speculate about the very first home of my parents. It was built on land that had been reclaimed from freshwater marsh that drained into an inlet of the sea close by, with the possibility of water movement continuing to occur beneath it. In giving birth to my brother in the house, my mother came close to dying from a haemorrhage that followed his birth. My brother cried incessantly, and was often pacified only when beneath overhanging trees. Both the failure of blood to clot, and the incessant crying of infants are key symptoms of the existence of geopathic stress. There are many cases recorded of infants cramming to one side or end of their cot in their efforts to avoid the source of their distress, or perhaps sleep-walking or seeking the bed of a sibling or parents. I am acquainted with one child from before the time that I first became aware of these phenomena, which cried incessantly when put in its cot, and struggled so hard in its distress that it developed a hernia. His mother’s character changed markedly while living in this particular mobile home. The child became pacified and the mother her normal self when shortly they moved to a new dwelling. The reaction of my brother when beneath the trees is a possible confirmation of the electrical nature of all that I am considering, for it is well known that certain trees are one of the many sources of negative ions (electrically charged particles) and that these are necessary for normal health and development. One consequence of the nature of certain geopathic zones is that they have been shown to create an excess of positive over negative ions. Wide research has demonstrated that the reverse ratio is essential for harmonious life and development. This, however, is a much wider topic and beyond what I intend in this essay.
Again, I can only speculate on the possibility that where my brother and sister-in-law slept there was a geopathic zone. The fact that both developed cancer within a comparatively short time of each other, and that my brother later had a minor stroke, makes me think that it is probably so – a number of writers on the topic assert most definitely that in virtually every case of cancer that they have investigated, there has been the presence of geopathic elements.
Further speculation was fuelled in my mind when I read his Memoirs, by the former Foreign Secretary, Lord Hurd. He described his choice of his present home, and the fact that when he and Lady Hurd first inspected it they found running water below the floorboards in one room. Also in the book are two illustrations – one of Lady Hurd during her recovery from leukaemia, juxtaposed with a view of the house, which stands alongside a seasonal stream. The association of water flow and cancer really hit me when I came to that part of the book.

There is however, no room for speculation in the instances of two families with which I am well acquainted.

Family 1
Morag and Jock, plus children Tom and Amy. Morag developed breast cancer, and after appropriate treatment was beginning to recover, when a colon cancer was discovered. Husband Jock has suffered depression for some time and has not worked for several years. The illnesses can be traced back to when they moved into their current house. Fig 1 represents a dowsed scan of their bedrooms. The crossings within their bed are some of the worst that I have seen illustrated in the various books to which I refer you. Jock invariably woke in a state of deep depression, but did not do so when he slept in a bed in bedroom 4. They have installed a Raditech of appropriate strength, but that was very recently, and too late to improve Morag’s chances, and she is now declining fast in a Hospice. The better quality of sleep that Jock is now getting with the device installed, has helped him to cope with the personal tragedy now unfolding, and to devote full time attention to the two young children, whose beds at 2 and 3 are thankfully clear of adverse stress.

Family 2
Maggie, Ben and daughter Ruth moved into their present home approximately five years ago. In that short time, Maggie has had a hysterectomy, suffered a period of clinical depression and developed breast cancer. Ben had a recurrence of a psychiatric problem that was well controlled, has deserted Maggie, and they are now divorced. Ruth changed from a reasonably compliant early teenager into a belligerent and non-cooperative person. Without then realising the implications (for the scan is very recent), Maggie had moved her Bed 1 from the disaster zone to the one clear area of her bedroom. With appropriate treatment, she has fully recovered from the breast cancer, and has recovered from the deep depression that had threatened to end her employment. Since receiving the scan of the geopathic zones, Ruth has been persuaded to move her Bed 2 to a clear area, and as this has happened only within the last fortnight, it is not yet possible to assess her reactions.

Finally, I have only recently been made aware of a remarkable development in the fortunes of one particular family following their change of house. The father, (A), is the brother of one of my close friends who has regularly commented upon the circumstances and health of his brother, and the state of his marriage. ‘A’ had inexplicable blackouts from time to time, and had a marriage in name only, the union being maintained essentially for the children. The wife, as reported, behaved like a virago, and refused normal relations. One child suffered from petit mal, while his sister had psychological problems. Following the change of houses which occurred three or four months ago, there have been no instances of the problems of ‘A’ or his son that would have been expected in that time, and the son’s medication has been greatly reduced, and will soon be stopped; ‘A’ and his wife have resumed normal marital relations, while the young girl is appearing to be free from the stresses that were at the root of her previous condition. Neighbours at the original location suffered from recurring and serious health problems, indicating the possibility of both properties being affected by local geopathic conditions, if indeed geopathy is at the root of all the difficulties, something that I am not now able to confirm by dowsing.

Conclusions
Cancers and other physical illnesses are the ones most often cited when describing the effects of exposure to geopathic influences. Equally important because of their increasing prevalence and often devastating consequences, are the ‘cancers of the mind’ – the clinical depressions, anxiety states and other serious nervous and psychiatric illnesses, and the non-specific behavioural problems in children. Esther and her partner between them had ‘deep depression’ on waking after night-time ‘teeth grinding nightmares’. Jock habitually awoke depressed when in the marital bed, but had refreshing sleep in a bed that is free from geopathic influence. Maggie developed clinical depression and Ben suffered aggravation of a controlled psychiatric condition, while Ruth underwent a change in personality in their new home. Personality change followed my friend’s daughter moving into a particular dwelling, while her infant son became greatly distressed when in his cot – both improving after removing to a different home.
Käthe Bachler’s findings are so very relevant in the face of wide ranging ‘social’ problems that are occurring in our schools. Disruption, indiscipline, attention deficit are some of the possible consequences of children sitting for long periods in geopathically stressed zones. Unfortunately the existence of geopathic illness is not generally accepted in Britain, and the ever-ready fix-it drug is available as the panacea to cure all ills when often all that is required is the relocation of the bed or sitting place. Cost free remedies, without side-effects - and remarkably successful.

Book references:

The Old Straight Track - Alfred Watkins Abacus Books 0-349-13707-2

This is the source book for anyone who is really interested in the truth about ley lines, for it is written by the man who identified the phenomenon and coined the actual term ‘ley line’.
In his introduction Watkins wrote: “My main theme is the alignment across miles of country of a great number of objects, or sites of objects, of prehistoric antiquity. And this is not in one or a few instances, but in scores or hundreds. Such alignments are either facts beyond the possibility of accidental coincidence or they are not. These lines of necessity include, and mix up in the first place, human efforts and place-names of widely different periods of time; it is the task of other branches of archaeology to work out the full chronology of the matter, and I only attempt those few obvious deductions as regards periods which the mechanism of the sighted track reveal.” “One definition seems to be needed. A trackway is a path across country for man and horse, often with no more structure than made by the users’ feet, but perhaps stoned or ‘pitched’ in soft places. My subject is not that of Roman roads.”

Earth Radiation Käthe Bachler Wordmasters 0951415107

The author wrote: “Many factors can disturb health and well being, like the weather constellations, one’s lifestyle, a bad diet and infections. Many of these factors can be eliminated once recognised. In addition, there are other environmental factors less familiar to most people, such as the influences from the earth itself – that is geopathic influences. I want to report about geopathic influences, since very few facts and conclusions have been presented in this area. Yet it would be of great value for people to know more about them. Much energy could be preserved, much suffering alleviated, much emotional turmoil eased, and many people could lead a useful and happy life if those damaging influences could be removed from their lives.” “It is my sincere desire that the realisations on which this book is based will be instrumental in giving help and hope to many people who have suffered from illness and depressions. I am thinking especially of children who are unable to bring about change without the help and understanding of the adults around them.”

Earth Currents: Causative factor of cancer and other diseases
Gustav von Pohl frech verlag, Germany 3-7724-9402-1

The author wrote in 1930: “My observations set down in this book about negative electrical earth currents are in the main virgin territory for medical science”. “After speaking at a congress for physicians in May 1930 and again when a journal for cancer research published a treatise about the emergence of cancer through earth currents, many physicians came to visit me at my home. All, except one, who studied my work and reports were convinced about the accuracy of my research and promised on their return to check and keep up this research themselves”. “Unfortunately there is no technical instrument at present that will measure the degree of intensity of earth currents. We depend at the moment on the expertise of the experienced dowser for the investigation and diagnoses of different intensities of earth currents. I emphasize experience, for many call themselves dowsers (or diviners) only because the divining rod moves in their hands, have no idea why and on which object the rod dips in its various ways below the earth, and neither do they appreciate the strength or type of currents. The latter is the important issue.
About 25 years ago when I lived in North Germany, I had arranged a scale of currents from 1 to 12 analogous to the Beaufort wind scale. When I studied dowsing in the Alps in Bavaria and Switzerland, I found the earth currents so strong that my scale had to be extended to 16 degrees.”

Anyone who wishes to obtain a copy of either the von Pohl or Bachler book should enter the author’s name on the Internet. The last time that I looked, I found that there were steps being taken to organise reprints.

Are You Sleeping in a Safe Place? Rolf Gordon Dulwich Health Society
0-9514017-0-X

The Author’s son died of cancer in 1985. He subsequently found that at one stage his son’s bed had been located over a strong underground vein of water. “I only realised later the harmful effect of geopathic stress, caused by these underground veins of water, must have had on my son’s health, and I immediately decided to investigate. I found to my astonishment that considerable research had been carried out in Germany over the last 50 years, which supported the theory THAT ONE IS UNLIKELY TO DEVELOP CANCER UNLESS ONE HAS SLEPT OR STAYED FOR LONG PERIODS OVER HARMFUL EARTH RAYS. One doctor, Dr. Hagar of Stettin, has found the theory borne out in 5,348 cases. Equally this was shown to be the case in respect of most other serious illnesses.
Why, I ask myself, is so little known about the harmful effects of earth radiation on health? The answer must lie in the mystique surrounding them (they have only recently been measured according to the established laws of physics), the scarcity of published evidence in the English language and the consequent refusal of literally (sic) minded people to believe in such phenomena and because so few people are aware of the dangers or can locate the currents accurately”.

ESCUCHAR VOCES : ESQUIZOFRENIA

2008-07-11T06:35:00.000-07:00

ESCUCHAR VOCES : ESQUIZOFRENIA

LIBRO GRATIS (En Ingles) www.royvincent.net

“...OYENDO A LOS SILENCIOSOS…”

Autor: Roy Vincent

En el otoño de 1979 empeze a oir voces y a experimentar otros fenomenos que desde entonces continuo haciendo.
O sea, que desde hace 25 años no he dejado de recibir “Intruciones” que de forma directa o subliminal entran en mi mente y en mi cuerpo y mis sentidos.
Uso la palabra `Intruciones` deliveradamente porque eso es lo que son, `Intruciones’ no el aberrante producto de una mente ni de un Cerebro emfermo. Debido a lo estaba haciendo afinales de 1979, no tengo duda ni la menor sombre de ella, de que lo que experimente es de origen espiritual. El uso de la palabra ‘espiritual’ para algunos inmediatamente les sugerira ‘espiritualismo’ ‘teologia’ ‘creencias religioas’ y cosas parecidas. Palabras que para muchos puede ser un obstaculo que puede impedir o impedira (seguramente) el que ni siquiera sigan adelante con la lectura de mi libro. Olvidense de estos prejuicios, soy de profesion ‘Ingeniero Nuclear’ y mi forma de escribir o redactar es la forma corriente que usamos los que practicamos esta profesion. Tan preciso y real como debe de ser dentro de la verdad y de experiencias que en si, son de lo mas Impreciso y Anrealistico.
Desde el comienzo de estas experiencias me dedique en ir tomando notas y despues desde 1988 empeze a ordenarlas por escrito y poco a poco me converti en un literato de ‘Ordenador Personal’. Paralelamente leyendo libros sobre el tema o temas de salud mental, me encontre con lo que se conoce como “El Primer Grado de los Sintomas de Ezquizofrenia” y me di cuenta de que yo los habia experimentado todos. No solo eso sino que lo tenia anotado y escrito pero con mis propias palabras. Sin embargo y este es el punto mas importante y que con mucho enfasis trato de destacar es que yo nunca he estado emfermo de estas causas. Como tampoco he buscado o buscare ayuda o la intervencion de los mundos de la Psiquiatria o de Religiones. Todo lo contrario, escribo para imformar a aquellos de esas dos practicas y que se dedican a ayudar a los que padecen emfermedades de la mente o desordenes mentales.
Cuanto mas escribia sobre este tema, con mucho mayor interes eran leidas por mis amigos, que aun hoy dia ejercen en Psiquiatria y que cuanto mas leian mas interesados estaban sobre mi vida pasada y como fue el comienzo de esas ‘Intruciones’ y como las recibia.
Pense que lo que tenia que hacer era escribir sobre el ‘Antes y Despues’, para separar todo que sucedio antes de 1979 y lo que siguio luego, porque y aparte de entre un periodo y otro ambas sequencias estan ‘desconectadas’ totalmente. Lo que paso antes es otra historia que es la primera parte de mi libro.
En 1961, yo tenia una carrera muy prometedora en la industria de la energia nuclear, la cual perdi o me fue robada como consecuencia de unos diagnosticos medicos erroneos y de la aplicacion de una innecesaria e inapropiada medicacion.
Lo que ahora se conoce como(Criptosporidia Infeciosa) se trato comosi fuese una ‘Crisis Nerviosa’ y empeze una vida con tratamientos a base de’Librium’. Dos anos despues de uso continuo y de adicion (Droga Dependencia) presente señales de los muchos efectos colaterales y tuve otro ano de tratamiento que me llevaron a dos nuevos episodios relativos a los sintomas de ‘Droga Abstinencia’ (Familiarmente conocido como El Mono). Esto me llevo a una nueva Hospitalizacion que duro 23 semanas, y se experimento conmigo tratamientos de electro-chock (E.C.T.) y una variedad de drogas nuevas como; Triptizol. Melleril. Valium. Pertofran, mas un surtido de Benzodiazepinas y Barbuturicos seguido de un Segundo tratamiento de ‘Shocks’ a base de Insulina, acabando todo en una Burlesca Segunda opinion de alguien que mas tarde se convirtio en una ‘Gran Figura’ en el mundo de la Psiquiatria.
El resultado de todo esto es, que me tuve que retirar anticipadamente y que mi carrera y vida personal quedaron totalmente arruinadas. (En termino economico y de valor real perdi mas de 500.000 libras en ese periodo.)
No obstante y aunque paresca incredible o dificil de creer desde entonces se abrio una nueva etapa de mi vida que ha sido y es las dos cosas fascinante y recompensada, incluido el que despues de cuatro años empezaron a producirse nuevos acontecimientos que finalmente me llevaron a las ‘Intruciones Espirituales’ Porque como descubri no solo las hay ‘Malevolentes’ que son, la plaga de la ezquisofrenia, sino que tambien hay las que son ‘Benevolentes’.
Toda mi historia esta relatada en el libro, asi como bajo la Tutela del ya difunto Sanador (Bruce Macmanaway), me entere de que tambien tengo el talento de poder sanar. Es un talento que he usado solo para las buenas causas (por lo menos eso creo) y del cual he tenido muchas satisfaciones y encuentros personales con Gente que son maravillosas.
Mis estudios sobre Ingenieria Nuclear me ha llevado a otro resultado, el de estudiar nuestra interrelacion con el medio ambiente electrico y comprender cuales son los efectos de la electricidad en la salud. Identificandome con la naturaleza electrica de la acupuntura desarrolle tambien mis conocimientos y experiencias en este campo.
He identificado unas 30 estratagemas que son usadas por las ‘intruciones’ entidades y que las describo en detalle. Aparte, comprendi tambien que los canales que conducen a la vulnerabilidad de la mente, pueden abrirse via tales actividades como, Hipnosis , Hipnoterapia, Regresiones de vidas pasadas, Reiky y otras varias formas de Adivinaciones y Comunicaciones. Doy tambien ‘ precauciones’ para aquellos que se involucran en la practica de ‘Espiritualismo’ y en otras varias practicas de ‘Exoterismo’ las cuales conllevan la apertura de la mente y refencias sobre la posibilidad del uso de las drogas de ‘recreo’ como por ejemplo, el Canabis y la Mescalina que producen el mismo efecto y que es el que normalmente es buscado por Chamenes, etc, etc., Tambien especulo sobre las posibles coneciones con lo que se llama ‘Mania Depresiva’.

Entre mis heroes preferidos estan, Galileo, Paracelso y Nicolas Tesla, de este he tomado algunas refencias y saco mis propias concluciones, asi como de otros articulos y publicaciones y de conversaciones que he mantenido con profecionales de spsicologia y spsiquiatria y personalidades dedicadas al campo de la salud mental, y referencias de Escritores como Irving Gottesman, Julian Jaynes, Martin Roth, Kenneth McAll, A.W. Drummond, Wilson Van Dusen, Richard Mackarness, que son solo unos pocos de una larga lista asi como referencias de una famosa y muy conocida
Monja y visionaria ‘oyente de voces en los silencios, Santa Teresa de Avila.
Este libro deseo hacerlo assecible a todos los interesados, de forma gratuita, porque opino que su lectura es importante y debe ser leido y divulgado, el unico precio que pongo es; que se ponga en practica para ayudar a los que luchan contra las Cienegas en las que sus mentes estan sumergidas. Por supuesto que pueden dar esta direccion de pagina WEB a los que esten interesados.
Ya he cumplido los 77 años pero aun tengo fuerzas y muchas cosas por hacer, por lo tanto no puedo prometer contestar a ninguna pregunta (Aunque a veces lo intentare.)

Finalmente; me uno al poeta W.B. Yeats y hago esta especulacion:

Donde mis Libros van?

‘Todo lo que expreso en palabras
y todas las palabras que escribo
infatigables al viento deben sus alas desplegar
y en su vuelo nunca descansar hasta llegar alli
donde tu triste,triste corazon esta...’

§ Roy Vincent §

ENTENDRE DES VOIX : LA SCHIZOPHRÉNIE

2008-07-11T06:28:00.000-07:00

ENTENDRE DES VOIX : LA SCHIZOPHRÉNIE

UN LIVRE GRATUIT

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« ...ÉCOUTER LES SILENCES... »

DE: ROY VINCENT

Pendant l’automne de l’année 1979 j’ai commencé à entendre des voix et d’éprouver d’autres phénomènes, une chose qui m’arrive toujours depuis cette heure. Alors, pendant presque 25 années, j’ai ressenti sans cesse des ‘intrusions’ qui entrent dans mon esprit et dans mes facultés mentales ou d’une manière flagrante ou au-dessous du niveau de mon conscience et qui envahissent au même temps soit avec vigeur soit subtilement mon corps et mes sens.
J’ai employé ce mot ‘intrusions’ exprès, car cela les dépeint exactement – elles ne sont point le produit d’un esprit aberrent ni d’un cerveau malade. En raison de ce que je faisais au commencement de l’année 1979, je n’ai aucun doute – pas même l’ombre d’un doute – que ce que j’éprouve est en effet d’origine spirituelle. Si l’on emploie le mot ‘spirituelle’ il se peut que, pour bien des gens, l’idée vienne immédiatement à l’esprit que cela concerne ‘la réligion’, ‘le spiritualisme’, ‘la théologie’ et tout ça, sujets qui sont peu engageants et qui, peut-être vont les empêcher même d’ouvrir mon livre. Il faut oublier de telles idées préconçues. Je suis ingénieur et ma façon d’aborder le problème, et mon emploi du langage sont ceux d’un ingénieur – aussi précis et réaliste que possible dans ce domaine d’expérience qui est le plus imprécis et irréaliste. Du commencement j’ai pris des notes qui sont bientôt devenues une production cohérente à mésure que je suis devenu initié à l’informatique. Pendant que je lisais de la matière parallèle dans la sphère de la santé mentale j’ai trouvé ce qui s’appellent « Les Premiérs Symptômes » de la schizophrénie, et je me suis rendu compte que je les avais tout éprouvés, que je les avais notés et discutés, bien que dans mes propres mots. Néamoins – et voici l’essentiel que j’essaie désésperement de vous faire comprendre – je n’ai jamais souffert de cette maladie, et je n’ai jamais cherché de l’aide ou l’intervention de la part ni de la psychiatrie ni de la réligion. Au contraire, c’est mon intention d’informer ceux qui essaient d’aider les malades mentals et déséquilébrés dans ces deux sphères.
Aussi vite que j’écrivais, mes amis qui travaillent dans la sphère de la psychiatrie lisaient mes mots avec avidité. Et pendant qu’ils lisaient, ils voulaient savoir tout au sujet de ma vie avant le commencement de ces ‘intrusions’. Je me suis rendu compte qu’il me fallait écrire de ma vie avant ces intrusions, pour la séparer des événements de 1979 et de ce qui l’a suivi, car, hormis que ces deux séquences d’événements me sont arrivées à moi, elles sont tout à faire sans connection l’une à l’autre.
Ce qui m’est arrivé avant les intrusions, c’est une histoire en elle-même et forme la première partie de mon livre. En l’année 1961 j’avais une carrière prospère dans l’industrie nucléaire, une carrière qu’on m’a volée à cause des consquences d’un faux diagnostic médicale et d’une médication mauvaise et peu nécessaire. Ce qu’on comprend maintenant comme une infection ‘Cryptosporidique’, était traitée comme si c’était quelque chose de nerveux, et j’ai commencé une vie avec Librium. Après deux années d’usage continu j’ai développé une dépendance psychologue à l’égarde de la drogue et, à cause des maints effets sécondaires dont j’ai souffert, j’ai commencé une année ‘psychiatrique’ qui a commencé avec deux épisodes de manque, puis vingt semaines à l’hôpital, 23 E.C.T.s, l’expérimentation avec une variété de drogues comme Tryptizol, Melleril, Valium, Pertofran, et un assortement de benzodiazepines et de barbituriques, en addition du choc insulinique ‘therapie’ – tout cela a fini avec l’avis grotesque d’un deuxième médecin qui est devenu plus tard doyen dans la sphère de psychiatrie.
Je suis parti en préretraite, ma carrière, ma vie familiale anéanties et, en total, dans la réalité, j’ai perdu plus qu’un demi million de livres, mais quoi que ce soit difficile à croire, effectivement, j’ai commencé une vie nouvelle. C’est une vie qui était, et qui est aussi, facinante et qui en vaut la peine, même si après quatre ans cette vie a embrassé les événements qui ont précédé les intrusions spirituelles. Car, comme je l’ai décovert, il y a non seulement les intrusions malveillantes – celles qui tourmentent le schizophrène – mais il existe aussi les intrusions bienveillantes. L’histoire entière se trouve dans le livre – comment, avec les conseils d’un guérisseur célèbre, feu Bruce Macmanaway, j’ai découvert que moi aussi, je possédais le talent de guérir les autres. C’est un talent dont je me suis servi, je l’éspère, aves beaucoup d’effet et qui aussi a entrainé bien des récompences pour moi et des rencontres avec des gens extraordinaires. Ma façon d’aborder le problème, influencée par ma connaissance d’ingénierie, m’a amené à l’étude des aspects d’électricité et de la santé. Comme je me suis rendu compte de la nature éléctrique d’acupuncture, j’ai élargi ma connaissance dans cete sphère aussi.
J’ai identifié plus que trente stratagèmes différents que ces ‘entités’ intrevenantes emploient et je les décrivent en détail. J’ai découvert aussi qu’il y a des canaux qui mènent dans l’esprit des gens vulnérables et qui se laissent ouvrir par les activités telles que l’hypnotisme et l’hypnothérapie, la régression dans la vie passée, Reiki et des formes variés de ‘divination’. Il ya aussi des avertissements pour ceux qui se mêlent à la libération de l’esprit et à beaucoup des usages ésotériques qui nécessitent ‘d’ouvrir l’esprit’; je fais mention aussi que c’est possible que les drogues qu’on emploie souvent pour se détendre, telles que le cannabis et la mescaline auraient le même effet, effet que veulent produire le chaman et ses semblables. Je spécule aussi sur les liens possibles avec la psychose manic-dépressive.
Parmi mes héros se trouvent de tels individus comme Galileo, Paracelsus et Nikola Tesla, et je les cite et je tire des conclusions de leur oeuvre et au même de l’oeuvre et des communications d’un grand nombre de psychiatres, de psychologues et d’autres personnes qui sont célèbres dans la sphère de santé mentale – tels que Irving Gottesman, Julian Jaynes, Martin Roth, Kenneth McAll, A.W.Drummond, Wilson Van Dusen, Richard Mackarness, - entre beaucoup d’autres. J’ai tiré aussi des informations de la Sainte Teresa d’Avila, bienconnue pour ses voix et ses visions.
J’ai décidé de mettre le livre à la disposition de tout le monde – et gratuitment, car c’est important qu’on le lit. Le seul prix que je vous prie de m’offrir, c’est que vous devez l’employer ou en faire usage pour ceux qui luttent dans ce marécage qu’est devenu leur esprit ou que vous devez les informer de l’adresse du Website. J’ai maintenant plus de 77 ans et il y a encore beaucoup de choses que je voudrais accomplir et ainsi je ne peux pas me charger de répondre aux communications qu’on pourrait m’envoyer, mais je vais essayer.
Cependant je me joins au poète W.B.Yeats et je spécule –

Où que mes livres se trouvent –

Il faut que tous les mots que je prononce,
Et tous les mots que j’écris
Doivent ouvrir les ailes inlassablement,
Et qu’ils ne restent jamais dans leur vol,
Jusqu’à ce qu’ils viennent se reposer là où se trouve
Votre triste coeur affligé.

KUULLA ILMAISTA : SKITSOFREENIKKO

2008-07-11T06:22:00.000-07:00

KUULLA ILMAISTA : SKITSOFREENIKKO

ILMAISKIRJA

” ÄÄNIÄ HILJAISUUDESTA ”

Roy Vincent
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Syksyllä 1979 aloin kuulla ääniä ja kokea kaikenlaisia ilmiöitä ja niin tapahtuu edelleenkin. Tapahtumat alkoivat 25 vuotta sitten, enkä ole koskaan ollut vapaa näiltä ilmiöiltä. Ne tulevat joko voimalla äänekkäästi tai huomiota herättämättä tajuntaani, voimakkaasti tai hienovaraisesti ruumiini aisteihin.

Käytän tarkoituksella sanaa ‘tungettelu’ koska koen ne sellaisena – ei mielenhäiriön eikä aivosairauden takia. Vuoden 1979 tapahtumien johdosta minulla ei ole pienintäkään epäilystä; kokemukseni olivat ehdottomasti hengellistä alkuperää. Käyttäessäni sanaa ‘henkinen’ (spiritual) , jotkut ehdottavat heti ‘uskontoa’, ‘spiritualismia’, ‘teologiaa’ tai vastaavaa – sanoja joita jotkut pitävät luotaantyöntävinä, eivätkä siksi edes avaa kirjaa. Unohda ennakkoluulot. Olen insinööri ja kielenkäyttöni on senmukaista – täsmällista ja realistista kokemusten puitteissa jotka ovat epätäsmällisiä, eivätkä kovin järkeviä.

Alusta alkaen olen kirjoittanut kaiken muistiin. Muistiinpanot alkoivat vuodesta 1998 olla johdonmukaismpia koska tulin tietokoneen käyttäjäksi. Samanaikaisesti olen lukenut mielenterveyttä koskevaa kirjallisuutta ja skitsofrenian ‘tärkeimpiä’ oireita. Totesin , että olin kokenut ne kaikki ja myös kirjannut ne ylös omin sanoin. Nyt tulen tärkeimpään asiaan jota erityisesti korostan. En ole koskaan sairastanut tätä sairautta, enkä ole hakenut apua ennen, enkä hae tulevaisuudessakaan psykiatrian alalta enkä uskonnosta. Päinvastoin, kirjoitan antaakseni tietoa niille jotka yrittävät auttaa henkisesti sairaita ja häiriintyneitä.

Psykiatrian alan ystavät lukivat innolla kirjoittamaani ja halusivat tietää mitä tapahtui ‘ennen’ eli ennen tungettelujen ilmestymistä. Ymmärsin, että minun pitää todellakin kirjoittaa menneestä ‘ jotta voisin erottaa sen vuoden 1979 tapahtumista.

Tapahtumat ‘ennen’ on oma kertomuksensa ja kirjan ensimmäinen osa käsittelee sitä. Vuonna 1961 työskentelin menestyksellisesti ydinvoiman parissa. Urani tuhoutui väärien taudinmäärityksien seurauksena, sekä väärien ja tarpeettomien lääkityksien ansiosta. Nyt tiedän, että se oli cryptosporidia tartunta jota sitten hoidettiin ‘hermostollisena’ ja niin tuli elämääni Librium. Kahden vuoden jatkuva käyttö johti, että tulin siitä riippuvaiseksi ja koin monia aineen sivuvaikutuksia. Alkoi ‘psykiatrinen’ vuosi. Se johti kahdesti lääkkeiden vieroitusoireisiin, kaksikymmentä viikkoa sairaalassaoloa, 23 sähkösokkiterapiaa (ECT), erilaisten aineiden kokeilua, kuten Tryptizol, Melleril, Valium, Pertofran, ja kokoelma benzodiazepineja (nesteenpoisto) ja barbituraatteja sekä insuliini ‘sokkiterapiaa’. Loppu tuli koomisesti toisen mielipiteen johdosta. Sen teki henkilö, josta tuli maailmankuulu psykiatri.

Jäin varhaiseläkkeelle, kotini hajosi ja menetin puoli miljoonaa puntaa. On vaikea kuvitella, mutta lopulta aloitin uuden eläman. Elämäni on sekä mielenkiintoista että antoisaa – vaikka neljän vuoden kuluttua koin tapahtumia, jotka sisälsivät yliluonnollisia ilmiöitä (tungettelijoita). Ne eivät olleet ainoastaan pahansuopia jotka vaivasivat ‘skitsofrenian’ tavoin – oli myös hyviä ilmiöitä.
Kaikki on kerrottu kirjassni esim. kuinka edesmenneen, kuuluisan parantajan Bruce Macmanawayn avulla löytyi myös kykyni parantaa. Parantajankykyni on toivottavasti tuottanut hyviä tuloksia ja palkkioksi olen tavannut ihania ihmisiä. Insinöörialan tuntemukseni johdosta olen opiskellut vuorovaikutustamme sähköiseen ympäristöön ja sähkön ja terveyden välisiä näkökohtia. Koska ymmärsin akupunktion sähköisen luonteen, laajensin tietämystäni ja kokemustani sillekin alalle. Tunnistin yli kolmekymmentä erilaista menetelmää joita tyrkytetään ‘eheyteen’ pääsemiseksi. Kuvaan ne yksityiskohtaisesti. Totesin myös, että esim. Hypnotismia,hypnoterapiaa, Reikiä, ‘mennyttä elämää’ ja erilaisia ennustamismuotoja käytetään kanavina avaamaan avuttomien mieliä. Annan myös varoituksia henkien ja muiden salaisten toimintojen kanssa toimiville, ja viitteitä ‘virkistävistä’ huumeista kuten cannabis ja mescaline. Niiden vaikutus on samantapaista mitä samaani saa aikaan. Pohdiskelen myös mahdollisia yhteyksiä maanisdepressioon.

Sankareitteni joukkoon lukeutuu monenlaisia yksilöitä kuten Galileo, Paracelsus ja Nikola Tesla. Siteeraan ja teen johtopäätöksiä heistä, kuten myös monien psykiatrien, psykologien ja monien mielenterveysalan tuntevien kirjoituksista esim. Irving Gottesman, Wilson Van Dusen, Richard Mackarness. Kuvaan myös tunnettua äänien kuulijaa ja näkijää Teresa of Avilaa.

Kirjani on vapaasti käytettävissä. Palkaksi toivon, että sitä luetaan ja se on avuksi niille joilla on vaikeaa mielentasapainon kanssa. Toivon että WEB osoitteeni leviää eteenpäin. Olen yli 77 vuotias ja yhä kiinnostunut monista uusista asioista. Siksi en voi vastata kaikkeen yhteydenottoon, mutta yritän parhaani. Yhdyn W.B. Yeats’n runoon ja pohdiskelen –

Mihin Kirjani Menee

Kaikki sanat jotka lausun,
Ja kaikki sanat jotka kirjoitan,
Levitköön väsymättömin siivin,
Älkää koskaan levätkö lentäessänne,
Vasta silloin kun löydätte surullisen, surullisen sydämen ...

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HOW VERY SAD TO BE RICHARD DAWKINS...

2008-05-09T06:17:00.000-07:00

How very sad to be Richard Dawkin’
To go through life just talkin’ and talkin’
About a world that (he says) don’t exist.
Poor man – like a lad who ain’t been kissed;
Don’t know the touch of soft lips so rosy;
Ain’t never been given a springtime posy.

The joy and the bliss – what can I say?
That spiritual ‘kiss’ – It came my way. That day
Is seared deep in my mind. To find that all
That has ever been said – by king or thrall –
Is true; is true; is true. Yet times do I rue
The kiss - for some lips can have a different hue.

For all that we see within the divine,
Can find a dark mirror in the malign,
Whose kiss is designed to tear us apart,
For it comes from a Judas or maybe a tart.
But how do we tell the bless’d from the other,
When we must treat each as sister or brother?

On air and by book Doubting Dick will deride
The reality of what must be found ‘inside’.
~~~

In time I’ll find words to complete this saga
So that people from Wigan to Wagga Wagga
May know that the ‘spiritual’ does exist –
That by the Divine they too may be kissed

Richard Dawkins, it seems, has published yet another book whose sole aim is to prove the existence of ‘Nothing’. By contrast, I have written and published with the absolute intent of providing personal testimony of a Reality. A Reality that has been acknowledged and proclaimed in every culture that has ever existed in every part of the known World. A Reality coupled with a certainty of the existence of a spiritual state of being that parallels and interacts with that of humanity. It is a state that is a source of physical strength and skill, and is a fount of knowledge that has led the development of human intellect. Of this, I have no doubt.
One does not have to be ‘religious’ to embrace the ‘spiritual’ and accept the knowledge. However, the ‘religious’ has usually recognised that in parallel with the ‘benevolent’, there is also the ‘malevolent’, and most religious philosophies provide instruction in how to recognise and work with the one, and how to distinguish and reject the other.
Read my book and you will find how I was presented with both, and how I have endeavoured to describe my experiences and analyse them for the benefit of those who are plagued by internal voices and physical presence. My book is free because what I write is important and I want it to be circulated as widely as possible.
I heard Professor Dawkins on the radio this morning, and as he spoke I thought ‘How sad – sad that that you believe implicitly in ‘Nothing’, and that in a comparatively short time, so you believe, you will be no more than a pile of cinders or mouldering bones in a grave.’
I am now 82, and recently, while mentally speculating about that moment of transition that I am certain will come sooner or later, from the present into the future, I ‘heard’ a most kind voice in my mind saying “Don’t worry, Roy, you will be met – and tell your brother the same”. With that, I was transported back to my Mother’s bedside as she lay dying. She was no longer ‘with us’, and I heard her speak as to her sister, my late Aunt Ethel. She said “When will I meet my Mother?”
When Doubting Dick makes the final journey, I wonder just whom he will first encounter? Oh to be an ethereal fly on the wall!

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OUVINDO VOZES: ESCUTANDO OS VOZES: ESQUIZOFRENIA

2008-05-05T08:41:00.000-07:00

Ouvindo Vozes: Escutando os Vozes: Esquizofrenia.

"Listening to the Silences", escrito por Roy Vincent, relata 28 anos de experiência de ouvir vozes. Sem nunca ter ficado doente, Roy aprendeu com as vozes importantes lições que agora partilha connosco, para beneficio de outras pessoas que ouvem vozes, seus familiares e médicos. Li o livro, conheci pessoalmente o autor, e fiquei deveras impressionado pela sua sinceridade e conhecimento do fenómeno. Recomendo vivamente a leitura de "Listening to the Silences" Pedro Flores

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HER VERY SPECIAL MILE HIGH CLUB

2008-02-16T02:10:00.000-08:00

Her very special Mile High Club

As she boarded the plane at Rhodes Airport, she could never have imagined or guessed that very shortly, and while she would be high over the Mediterranean, she would found her very own Mile High Club. Such a unique Club, and so bizarre! She must surely be the only member, and to the best of my knowledge, she probably is.
She and her partner, Tom, had had an idyllic holiday, and had prepared for their return later in the year, when they would get married on the island. And so, full of happiness, and well pleased with their plans, they both settled into the in-flight routine. He went into the gentle doze that whiles away the air-miles: she, as was her nature, began planning the minutiae of their wedding, albeit half a year away.
Suddenly, her mind was invaded by voices – the voices, she thought, of every other passenger on the plane. She was being attacked verbally and condemned in virtually every aspect of her life. Her clothes, her morals, her lifestyle, the way she worked – there wasn’t a single aspect of her life that didn’t receive destructive comment or reaction. She cowered in her seat, unable to look up and confront her accusers. Tom suddenly became aware of her distress, and when told, he looked around all of the plane and at the other passengers, and persuaded her to look around herself. Not a single other passenger was even mildly interested in her.
Although reassured enough to be able to continue to their home in relative calm, she had entered an entirely new and alien phase in her life.
“I was in fear of my life as I thought that I had been wired up, after hearing voices which I thought at first was my own inner self – they were speaking to me throughout my whole body and in my ears and through electrical appliances. I hardly slept for fright of what they were saying they could get me to do, as they got quite nasty and were going to steal my identity and corrupt my good name with my family and my employers. My life was under scrutiny from bathing to driving, and morals past and present. I couldn’t walk as I was so exhausted…”
Thus she wrote in part of a letter that she sent to me, and which began: “I want to thank you for writing on the Internet about your experiences. I found it to be the only true version of what I felt happened to myself last year. I had been looking for books to read on the subject but I found nothing useful until I came across your account…”
She and Tom came to stay for a weekend, and talking with me resolved many of her problems. They went back to Rhodes for the wedding, and, in the words of the fairy stories, they are living happily thereafter.

While this Blogg is possibly not where you intended to arrive, please pause before moving on. Most people know someone with mental health problems who might profit from reading my book. ‘Hearing voices’ is something that many people don’t talk about because of the stigma. They might welcome the chance to read about someone else’s experiences and ways of coping. Feedback has told me that many voice hearers and carers identify with what I have written, so please note the Web/Blogg addresses, and pass them on.

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UKAN ADVOCACY NETWORK POETRY ANTHOLOGY - MY POEM

2008-01-21T06:54:00.000-08:00

Just over a year ago, UKAN sponsored a competition for poets who had had experience of a variety of mental health problems. A selection of the chosen poems has been published as an anthology under the title:

“Greater Goings On… Than You Could Ever Guess.”

It is available through the UKAN website www.u-kan.co.uk

This is my poem:

Early Closing Thursday by Roy Vincent (1925 - )

It will make you much better, he said,
No, it won’t make a hole in your head.
The current’s quite small,
Hardly any at all,
And of course you won’t wake up quite dead.

The nurses, all gentle and kind,
Never told me that bits of my mind,
Would soon disappear,
That I’d feel very queer,
And not know before from behind.

Memories once precious to me,
Have vanished, no trace, all agree.
The voice of my child,
That amused and beguiled,
Was erased by the ‘cure’, E.C.T.

At Work was I then in disgrace
From this hole in my mind – this great space?
For I found, to my shame,
This face - What’s his name?
Or this name – Who’s got the right face?

Who began this outrageous farce?
Who decides to switch on and to pass
A current designed
To ‘repair’ this bent mind?
Do they really know elbow from arse?

Why ‘Early Closing Thursday’? Because it makes just as much sense as ‘Electro Convulsive Therapy’.

“There is no theoretical basis to justify it. There is considerable criticism of its extensive use because it may produce permanent brain damage, especially losses of memory and intelligence.”

So writes the Oxford Companion to the Mind. For most people, the implication of ‘therapy’ is of some process that will aid recovery from whatever ails them, physically or mentally, and achieve it benevolently, without harming them. By what stretch of the meaning of words can a process be so described that actually harms the very thing, the human mind, that it is claimed to be saving?

“My mind to me a kingdom is,
Such present joys therein I find,
That it excels all other bliss
That earth affords or grows by kind.”
The poet, Dyer*, could not have guessed (*Sir Edward Dyer 1540)
What would be done to minds distressed.
This precious place with knowledge filled,
Shocked, drugged, benumbed - then killed.

Read: “..listening to the silences..” Available free on www.royvincent.net
I shall be grateful if you will tell others about the book and my website.

HEARING VOICES: CANNABIS: SKUNK: PSYCHOSIS: SCHIZOPHRENIA....

2008-01-10T03:23:00.000-08:00

HEARING VOICES: CANNABIS: SKUNK: PSYCHOSIS: SCHIZOPHRENIA...

These words have figured very frequently in the media over recent months - particularly ‘skunk’. The reason being that there has been widespread reporting of the major increase in availability of ‘home grown’ cannabis. Reports say that this home grown product is very potent, so potent in fact as to prompt a senior British drug enforcement officer to say that “a single ‘joint’ can cause psychosis.”
I do not want to detract from his message – for I entirely share his concern – but to take issue with the notion that cannabis causes psychosis or schizophrenia. It may seem like nit picking, but it is important to understand that cannabis and other and similar hypnotic substances may create the conditions in which individuals begin to hear voices and experience a variety of other undesirable phenomena.
I have never used ‘substances’, but I do ‘hear voices and experience a variety of undesirable phenomena’. I have never been ill from this cause, but nevertheless can claim to speak with the authority that 30 years continuous experience can bring. Furthermore, I know without any shadow of doubt that what I experience is the result of spiritual intrusion into my mind, body and senses.
In virtually every part of the world in recorded time, there has been the ‘shaman’ figure – the ‘oracle’, the ‘seer’ – and almost without exception it has been noted that some hypnotic substance, be it cannabis, mescaline/peyote, ‘mushrooms’, opium, has been used to facilitate the entry of the shaman’s spiritual ‘other’.
This, then, is my contention, namely that in modern times, the use of one or other of these hypnotics may inadvertently open a vulnerable individual to adverse spiritual intrusion, usually of a malevolent type, and to all that may follow as personal control is lost. My whole book is aimed at creating an understanding of the phenomenon of spiritual intrusion and the effect upon the mental health of individuals. In addition to the book, I have written an article that deals specifically with the consequences of ‘substance’ abuse. Called “I Don’t Believe It!”, it is available with other essays in Chapter 16 of my book, which itself is at www.royvincent.net

ALL FUR COAT AND KNEE KNICKERS

2008-01-07T06:36:00.000-08:00

Following the completion of my book and its publication on line, I have continued to write on a variety of topics that are still relevant to an understanding of the problems faced by voice hearers. In particular, I have tried to promote an understanding of the total phenomenon that normally goes under the heading ‘voice hearing’. I have assembled a total of eleven articles and essays in Chapter 16 of the book, and recently I have posted numbers Ten and Eleven.
Article Ten is entitled “Two Fools” and is a study of mood creation, dominance and oppression, physical presence, compulsion, addiction and paranoia, together with aspects of manic depression. All of these, I claim, can be included with voice hearing as the unwanted effects of spiritual intrusion. In this article I leave out hearing voices, having described my experiences thoroughly in my book and concentrate on the remainder - the ‘silent intrusions’ – trying to promote understanding and ways of coping and supporting.
Article Eleven has the title given above – “All Fur Coat And No Knickers” – which appears to have no relevance at all to mental health! I was impelled to write the article after learning of the experiences of a young friend who has been saddled with a diagnosis of ‘dissociation of personality’. If you are unfamiliar with this term, it is what was formerly called ‘multiple personality disorder’. Even this latter term has a chequered history, and the some are convinced that ‘dissociation’ is a construct of the North American psychiatric ‘industry’, and that the condition does not exist at all. Conversely, I am convinced that much of what happens to my friend can be explained as being the result of adverse spiritual intrusion. I know, I can equally be accused of seeing ‘spiritual intrusion’ in many mental health problems. All I can say is that once this has been experienced, knowing with certainty that it is happening, the results can be identified in other people as they describe what is happening inside their minds and bodies.

I urge you to read the articles – Eleven follows on from Ten, and the two should be read in sequence – and hopefully you will want to read the complete book, knowing as you read that my whole purpose in writing is to increase understanding of these conditions and phenomena that I now have experienced continuously since 1979. (And please tell others about my website

http://www.royvincent.net/ )

And finally, why 'knee knickers? To find out, I'm afraid that you will have to read the complete article. So, why not?

VISIONS AT CHRISTMAS

2007-12-17T07:19:00.000-08:00

I began to ‘hear voices’ and experience other forms of intrusion into my mind and body during the summer of 1979. Quite innocently, I had been using a pendulum to dowse from maps and various diagrams. I was not looking for spiritual enlightenment, for a ‘spiritual guide’, or for anything psychic. In other words, I was simply following a direction dictated by a naturally curious mind. Through a sequence of events that I describe in detail in Chapter 6 of my book, I arrived at the occasion when, sitting quietly in a meditative state, a spiritual presence moved physically into me, and my mind was filled with an inner voice that was not ‘me’. In my mind began conversation as between two separate individuals.
Much flowed from this dialogue, although looking back, I cannot emphasise too strongly just how naïve and gullible I was. At first all seemed benevolent and positive, but gradually as the winter wore on, some of the voices and presences became ‘darker’ and dominating, in contrast to those that were positive and supporting. Physical presence became much stronger, and I was being hurried forward towards Christmas in a state of growing confusion. The miserable weather and the increasing chore of looking after a horse that was stabled at night began to wear me down and began to form the backdrop to the increasingly dominant and needling presences. Everything culminated in the events that I describe below, although mere words cannot begin to describe the tumult of emotion and reaction that approached terror.

“It was a dark, wet and miserable evening just two days before Christmas, and I was attempting to muck-out the stable that adjoined my house. But just as if I had lived through an episode from one of the tales of the Brothers Grimm, my mind and body had been intruded into, and my actions had been harried and impeded by malign ‘entities’, ‘spirits’, ‘imps’ – call them what you will. Have no doubt, they were real and not the product of a fevered imagination, nor, yet, the result of drink or drugs, for I use neither. Nevertheless, and in spite of all of that, I finally got my mare, Bokhara, installed in her stable and dried and fed - in the midst of what varied thoughts I cannot remember. Although I have no doubt that I was being forced to concentrate upon aspects of my moral life, and my fitness for a life of improving spirituality. Let me again emphasise, there was nothing in my moral life, past or present, with which I could reproach myself to any significant extent; but somehow, everything was trawled, examined, and even the most minor peccadillo could, in my then state of mind, be made to seem to be an enormous ‘sin’. Gradually, the whole thrust of the ‘catechism' and analysis wound around the ‘Christmas story’, and subtly, and by allusion, around all past relationships with my late parents. Any misunderstandings, any ‘wish lists’, were extracted within the ‘Holy Family’ context, as if my parents were near at hand and conscious of all that was transpiring. Yet again, the wheel turned and there was being stoked a feeling that I should go to the local church on Christmas Eve, but only to stand outside, not being fit to proceed to join the ‘good’ people inside. It all sounds so ludicrous as I write it down, and I do so solely to show how ones sense of proportion could be made to be so distorted as to accept such dominance as reality.
What next I remember, is going into the storeroom side of the stable to get some hay to fill the manger. Before I could start to cut the strings of the bale, I found myself forced down onto it on my knees, and made to stare downwards. But it was not to look at the assorted feed bags and twine that I would have expected to see. No, I looked into a void, but not a void. Picture the most drear, cold landscape of your imagination. I was in a narrow steep-sided valley, and it was grey, and cold. A white, snow covered landscape has some charm, but not this that I saw. The wind blown, snow blown terrain and scree were so grey and lifeless; not a plant grew; not a creature moved; not a bird flew - and it was soundless. There upon my back was a great weight of ice, as if the whole of a glacier lay there, bearing me down. I was so utterly cold and alone, and I knew inside me that this could go on and on and on for ever. But in spite of that, I could muster the shadow of a wry smile, for I knew that this could in fact be a state that knowingly I had chosen, for, in essence, I was being shown what Hell could be. What I was seeing and feeling would be the equivalent of having once known and experienced the warmth of Divine love, and then of having rejected it deliberately - given it a derisive gesture - in full knowledge of what I was doing; and the remembrance of what I had lost by my rejection would be with me for eternity with no chance of recall.
I have no knowledge of how long my ‘vision’ lasted, though lasted it did, sufficiently to have stayed with me unabated for over twenty-eight years. Nevertheless, gradually the warmth returned and I was eased to my feet as my benumbed knees regained their function. And so, standing comfortably again, I turned and looked out over the half stable door. The clouds had cleared, and the sky was full of stars. So full of stars. And the reality of Christmas, and the limitless and unique love that it had brought into the world, swept over me.”

The following day produced so much extra drama that I will not even try to summarise it. I have done my best to describe it in the book, which I wrote partly to avoid ever again having to relate the ‘story’ – for the emotions that were aroused were so diverse and intensely strong that even just thinking of them now can be disturbing to me.
There followed a roller-coaster of events through about ten days, after which I emerged again and took control of a life that would never ever be the same. At times, I curse myself profoundly for having been the instrument of my own distress, but at heart, I realise that I have been privileged to have been given such deep insights into a spiritual world – a world of such immense diversity as it spreads its spectrum between the divine and the profoundly evil.
My book is my attempt to share this experience to the extent that it impinges into the lives of the distressed and mentally ill. Some feedback tells me that I am having modest success, and hopefully I shall reach more individuals if, on reading this, you will attempt to read the book, and please tell others about the website.

Center For Psycho-Spiritual Renewal and Dynamic Healing

2007-12-15T01:36:00.000-08:00

Centre for Psycho-spiritual Renewal and Dynamic Healing

Newsletter Update

For those who have been following our strategy in communicating into the fifth dimension using the Excalibur frequency, our use of the Cheransky centre opposed oscillator continues to give strong signal to noise ratio in the violet range, but – and this is why I am writing – Graham has added a modified Lakowsy frequency dynamic coil and is just (and I emphasise – just) getting contact into the indigo band. It may be due to the ionospheric shift at this level of sunspot activity – time will tell!! Exciting, isn’t it??

For new clients, I’ll summarise our therapies (we’ve added a few since the last letter….)

We’ve a feather from a White Eagle,
Sacred Ash from Sai Baba as well,
And if old Krishnamurti
Doesn’t prove to be shirty,
You’ll soon be as sound as a bell!

2. Our aim is to cure not kill you,
(Though, please will you pay in advance?),
We’ve yoga, Tai Chi, Chinese Art,
(and that’s free),
And a masseuse imported from France.

3. Our Spiritual Healer, most saintly,
Says “My power it comes from On High –
I am just a channel…” but his load of old flannel
Sounds much more like Pie in the Sky.

4. We’ve Masters in all sorts of Reiki,
Each with the highest degrees.
You can learn all they know in a weekend,
But they charge quite exorbitant fees.

5. There’s the drum from our Shaman from Lapland,
His stick with the feathers as well,
But the herbs that he uses, and the goat he abuses,
Have a most diabolical smell!

6. We’ve someone who’ll balance your Chakras,
With crystals and bowls that sing,
We’ll dowse you, delouse you,
We’ll even espouse you if that’s what you want in the spring.

7. Our expert in New Radionics let us look in his little Black Box,
Inside was malt whisky,
Some condoms quite frisky,
And a spare pair if very smart socks.

8. We’ll survey your house with a dowser,
And banish each unwanted ray,
We’ll sell you a kit for Feng Shui,
But not, oh dear me no, definitely, absolutely, positively not – not if you call it
Fung Shway. Ugh!!!

9. We’ve an ointment that’s most efficacious,
From Lily the Pink, no less,
We’ll apply it quite gently to your most tender parts,
“Will you kindly please take off your dress?”

10. Our Hypnotist’s really quite gifted,
You’ll soon be in your former life.
I’m afraid that you’ll find it so horrid,
You’ll be glad to get back to the wife.

11. From our Channels we’ll get you the answers
To questions that you’ve yet to ask.
The words from the Master are awesome
As he speaks through an old Zulu mask.

12. We’ll eliminate all your bad karma.
And give you a new past life.
We turn lead into gold.
Hot into cold,
And can banish your husband or wife.

13. We’ll flush out your colon quite gently,
And get rid of the unwanted bits,
We’ve customers Royal,
Most regular and loyal,
And pop-stars with pneumatic t-ts.

14. If all our sincerest endeavours
To cure you should finally fail,
We’ve a Funeral Parlour quite handy,
With D.I.Y. coffins for sale.

All our details are in the Yellow Pages, though it’s best to use our Web Site if you can, as we frequently incorporate new therapies. Costs are remarkably stable, so no increase in charges!!
For those who are interested, we have managed to find a supplier of organic manna and ambrosia, although shipping costs may be prohibitive (still negotiating).

Love, peace, light and joy!

Roy Vincent & Graham, Directors.
www.royvincent.net

Thanks to pervypeahead and StumbleUpon

2007-12-15T01:27:00.000-08:00

Early in 2007 Elysabeth, aka pervypeahead, wrote complimentary things about my book on StumbleUpon. She wrote that "He pours water over unhelpful myths, and writes clearly in a way that will probably save someone's life". Such complimentary feedback is rare, and I send my thanks.
Thanks also to Cynthia in the comment below who wished me happy birthday!

MARS - THE BRINGER OF WAR?

2007-12-02T05:45:00.000-08:00

NERGAL... ARES... PHOBOS... DEIMOS... and MARS....

Such are some of the names and epithets ‘enjoyed’ by one of our closest neighbours in the Solar System – the planet Mars and its satellites. And what a collection of names! And how diverse the origins. (And what on Earth does this have to do with the mental health topics about which I normally write?)

Babylonian astronomer-astrologers chose to call the planet Nergal – the name of their God of death and pestilence. The Greeks chose Ares – their God of war - and called the two Martian moons – Phobos (Fear) and Deimos (Terror). The Romans paralleling the Greeks named the planet Mars, their God of war, also.

But why? Yes, why should so much opprobrium be heaped upon an inert heavenly body? One whose equatorial radius is about half that of the earth and whose mass is just one-tenth, and surface area four times less than our planet.

“Because it is red” – so goes the normally accepted myth. If that is the best we can do, I suggest that we think again. The Ancients – the ones who applied these epithets – did not have any visual aids to magnify the object of their observation and assist them in their study. Furthermore, for a large part of its orbit, Mars is not visible from earth in the hours of darkness, and for a significant part of the remainder, it may appear to be no brighter than a bright star at dawn or dusk.
But what about the rest of the time – the period when it is largely visible to the naked eye, and obviously red? To understand the significance that I apply to this period of high visibility and the links that I see to the various ‘qualities’ that the Ancients ascribed to the planet, it is necessary to study certain facts about Mars, its movements around the sun, and consequent positions relative to the Earth. Even though you may not have the slightest interest in astronomy, nor in the machinations of the Ancients, nevertheless, you have the same tools that they had – namely your eyes. You also have the same intellectual abilities, which you can apply to the observation and study of human behaviour, and to natural phenomena such as storms and earthquakes. You might then come to the same conclusions as I have in relating the results of your observations to the behaviour of humans, whether as individuals or in the mass. You might also come to the same conclusions as me when I take the observed behaviour and reactions a step further into the field of mental health. You might also discover that as you share your thoughts with others and find that you are able to predict times or periods when individuals or people in the mass will behave aggressively or unpredictably, you will be treated as a minor prophet, such as I seem to have become among my acquaintances. (And you will not be indulging in astrology.)

To understand fully what I am trying to convey, it is necessary for you to absorb a few facts.
Mars orbits the sun every two years. It has an eccentric orbit, which means that the sun is not at the mid-point of the orbital ellipse. The orbit is ‘outside’ that of the earth.
Once every two years, the earth and mars are in ‘opposition’; i.e. the earth is directly between the sun and mars, and the earth and mars are close to each other.
Every fifteen (occasionally seventeen) years the ‘opposition’ occurs when mars is at its ‘perihelion’ – i.e. on that part of its orbit that brings it closest to the sun, and consequently very close to the earth. (The distance between the earth and mars varies from 56 million km to 400 million km)
When mars is in opposition, it appears due south at midnight, and as it is closer to the earth than at other times, it is larger, clearer and redder. At ‘perihelic opposition’, it is even larger, clearer and more red.

For reasons that yet I cannot fathom, as the earth and mars draw closer to each other, humans, whether singly or in the mass, are affected in ways that may be discerned by anyone who is prepared to stand back and observe with a mind that is open and objective. In his ‘The Planets’ suite, composer Gustav Holst names Mars ‘The Bringer of War’. Yes, ‘The Bringer...’ Whether as between individuals, between families and family members, within societies and within nations, and between nations, dissent and conflict erupt. Check for yourself. At the end of this note, you will find a list of ‘perihelion oppositions’ from the year 1608. Check, as I have done, these dates against the types of social upheaval that I describe, and you will be surprised at the correspondence.
More than that, check the dates against records of major earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, great storms, ‘the coldest this...’ or ‘the hottest that…’ Again, you will be surprised at the correlation. Examination of the dates of major epidemics and ‘pestilence’ will reveal more correspondence than can be explained by sheer coincidence. Then ask yourself ‘why?’
Ever since I became aware of the Mars ‘phenomenon’, I have pondered, yet have not found an answer that satisfies me. The fact that major earthquakes and volcanic eruptions occur coincidentally with the mars oppositions has convinced me that the variations in the gravitational pull between earth and mars might be the greatest source of influence. Does it alter the flow of the ‘solar wind’ – the passage of electrically charged particles that flow outwards from the Sun? Does it depress the Earth’s ionosphere in the same way that the Moon does on its movements around its ‘host’?
I don’t know – shall probably never know. What I do know is that the effects upon people are very real. Observe for yourself, for the next opposition is almost upon us – 28th December. But the effect is not specific to the opposition date itself; human reactions have been observable since late August, and will continue until April 2008, or thereabout, gradually tapering off in their effect. Don’t let me prompt you, be your own judge, just as my own personal observations have informed me. At the risk of repeating myself from other writing, I observe and think as an engineer – in the same way that my entire adult working life involved observation, measurement and accuracy, whether when working with radar in the Royal Navy, or as an Instrument Engineer in the Nuclear Industry.
Events such as the riots in France and the upheaval in Pakistan are very obviously in the public domain. Less obvious, and usually apparent only to the immediate participants, are the events at a domestic level. And even less obvious are the influences that beset the minds of sensitive individuals, particularly those with nervous or ‘mental’ problems. It is obvious that I am not being specific – principally because I do not want to prompt anyone into an action or response.
My chief concern is with those who suffer voices and other forms of intrusion into their minds and bodies. I write with absolute conviction that in a high proportion of instances, these originate from external spiritual sources; sources that are both intelligent and malevolent, and that are aware that sensitive individuals are depleted and undermined at the times that I write about. Sleep is often disturbed and minimal, and the terrors that may plague the vulnerable in the loneliest time of the night will increase markedly. The lonely persecuted mind is vulnerable and prey to the suicidal thoughts that may be being forced into it. Resentments may be fuelled and violence provoked.
I know, to some it will seem like a combination of ‘old wives tales’ coupled with a fertile imagination. Think like that if you wish; twenty years of personal experience and observation have convinced me of the reality of what I write. This reality came home forcibly to a long-standing friend. He had a partner who was very sensitive to the influences that I describe, and when I saw that any set of adverse conditions was approaching, I would give him a ‘hard hat’ warning, for his partner would lose all control and become very violent and abusive – and yet would have no subsequent recall.
To add to the potential ‘old wives tale’ approach – the ‘opposition’ in December will coincide with a full moon, increasing the chances of a very explosive Christmas and New Year. I describe these and other natural influences within the heart of my book, and there enlarge considerably more than I can within the confines of a blogg
Just stand back and try to observe objectively.

PERIHELIC OPPOSITIONS (1608 – 2035)

1608, Aug 3. 1625, Sept 22. 1640, Aug 21. 1655, July 21. 1672, Sept 8. 1687, Aug 8. 1704, Sep 26. 1719, Aug 27. 1734, July 26. 1751, Sept 24. 1766, Aug 13. 1781, July 12. 1798, Aug 30. 1813, July 31. 1830, Sept 19. 1845, Aug 18. 1860, July 17. 1877, Sept 5. 1892, Aug 4. 1909, Sept 24. 1924, Aug 23. 1939, July 23. 1956, Sept 10. 1971, Aug 10. 1988, Sept 28. 2003, Aug 28. 2018, July 27. 2035, Sept 15.

Birthday boy

2007-11-26T02:16:00.000-08:00

In my enthusiasm when I began this Blog, I imagined that frequently I would be adding pithy comments and bons mots – but life ain’t like that. Instead, I have become busy again, both in my writing and in trying to help a new friend – the ‘Elizabeth’ of my writing.
I have referred to her in two new articles, which will appear on the Intervoice website (www.intervoice.org) and in Chapter 16 of my book.
The first, entitled ‘Two Fools’, tries to link voice hearing and spiritual intrusion to mood creation, dominance and oppression, physical presence, compulsion, addiction and ‘paranoia’, together with aspects of manic depression
The second – ‘All Fur Coat and No Knickers’ – comments on the ‘dissociation of personality’ with which Elizabeth has been saddled, and the consequences for her of this diagnosis of last resort. In the small amount of reading that I have achieved around this ‘diagnosis’, I have learned that ‘it is exactly the same as multiple personality disorder’; ‘it has now replaced multiple personality disorder’; ‘there is no such condition’; ‘it is a construct of the North American psychiatric industry’…
Listening to Elizabeth’s description of her behaviour that results from the presence of each of the different ‘personalities’, I see a marked resemblance to what I experience from the presence of various intruding ‘entities.’ She, herself, is currently writing about her experiences in a series of articles that may be published – I’ll tell you where as and when they appear.
As well as the presentation of my book on my own website, it has recently been published as an ebook at www.chipmunkapublishing.com and there is reference to it on the excellent Intervoice website www.intervoice.org
Always I try to publicise my writing solely for the benefit of those voice hearers who cannot cope with all that plagues them from the inner intrusions. Much of what I write in book promotion generates no response – as when I wrote to fellow Welshman Sir Anthony Hopkins – a near neighbour in my youth; or when I wrote to Professor Glyn Lewis of Bristol University – obviously another who originated in my home country. To him I wrote expressing views concerning the link between using cannabis and the onset of mental health problems. The link that I construe is that made by the use of various hypnotic substances by the shaman figure worldwide and throughout history, as he/she opens up to the attendant and controlling spirit, and the involuntary opening up to spiritual intrusion by the user of cannabis.
Imminently, as I write this, I shall be celebrating my 82nd birthday – which will probably be just like any other day, but it would give me great pleasure if, on reading this, you will tell someone else about the book and its website.

The first of many

2007-04-29T10:52:00.000-07:00

I make no apology for the fact that my Blog is a one-issue publication*. Essen-tially, the theme is – first I lived it, then I wrote it, and now I am trying by whatever means to publicise and promote it. ‘It’, in this case is my book and the knowl-edge and experience that are contained in it. I am told that it is unique, and I know that you would be hard pressed to find elsewhere an account of more than twenty-seven years experience of voice hearing and associated phenomena – con-tinuous and continuing – twenty-seven years in which I have never been ill from these causes. (*Life being what it is, I am sure that other and diverse topics will find their way in).

Was I previously a man dreaming that I was a butterfly?
And am I now a butterfly dreaming that I am a man?

The words of the Chinese philosopher gradually eased into my mind as it settled on an even keel after the turbulence of my dream and subsequent waking. As I emerged into semi-consciousness, I was able finally to decide at last whether I was the person creating the blog of my dream – or the blog itself! I know, it sounds crazy, but so do many dreams that occur just prior to waking. So turbu-lent can these dreams be that now if I wake anytime after five am, I make every effort not to return to sleep.
The incident reminded me of two of the many ‘ploys’ that I have identified and recorded in my book. These are the strategies that are used by intruding en-tities into the mind (referred to in the text as they). The ploys are recorded se-quentially in their appropriate places in the body of the text, and are collected to-gether in Chapter 16. In the past I have been loath to see them taken and used out of context, but yielding to pressure, I realise that some readers are persuaded by these snippets to read the book in its entirety.
The two ploys merge, and begin:
“Sometimes very vivid dreams are followed on waking by a deliberately fragmented conversation within the mind, often with the suggestion that one’s mind is being taken over at a deeper level. If one is gullible, one can be con-vinced that one is losing one’s mind, or that it is part of a process by which one will become integrated into the ‘spirit mind’. (When fully awake and with one’s thoughts under control, the whole proposition will doubtless be seen as ludicrous, but at the time and in the circumstances, many strange things become believ-able).
The moment of waking, or the time of gradually emerging awareness after sleep is most crucial, for one is then at one’s most vulnerable. One’s first thoughts at these times are ‘answered’; indeed it might seem that one is already in a conver-sation. It is exceedingly difficult to avoid responding, and a dialogue can ensue from which it is hard to break free. There can be a feeling created on waking, a sense of being with very gentle spiritual people, warm, welcoming and caring. It is so easy to slip into this ambience, particularly if the rest of one’s life is bleak or fraught.
But, as one is starting to feel ‘cosy’ and cared for, they start to imply that there are one or two, oh-so-teeny, defects that need correcting before one can be truly accepted and enjoy this ambience and ultimately be accepted into it after death. Gradually the emphasis shifts becoming more needling and ultimately threatening. One’s defects become grossly magnified, one’s sense of unworthi-ness exaggerated, and all the earlier warmth totally disappears.
Sometimes an intrusion can be of such a cold, inhuman presence that one can feel oneself to be totally devoid of humanity, of love, of caring.
One could become very ill or very evil.

It is virtually impossible for anyone in this state to convey to another the sense of threat or terror that can be experienced at these times. This inability to communicate can so increase a person’s sense of loneliness, of total isolation that they can easily try to seek oblivion in drink or drugs or suicide - indeed, it is quite possible that in their mind they will be actively encouraged down some desperate or diabolical route.”