Sunday, 18 August 2013

CYBER BULLYING - HEARING VOICES

CYBER BULLYING

HEARING VOICES


Do you want to know how young people can be threatened, dominated, terrorised and driven to
commit suicide by voices in their minds?

You will find an absolute parallel in this world of
cyber bullying that currently is being described so vividly in the media.


The evil, the language and the techniques are
identical - it is only the route into the mind that is different.


Ruth was just thirty.  She had ‘heard voices’ for a number of years – indeed, she had received psychiatric treatment.  However, she still continued to ‘hear voices’, and also to be the victim of intrusive physical presences in her mind and body.

She coped as best she could, until she was ‘invaded’ by a very strong physical intrusion and powerful presence.

Declaring itself to be GOD, it was, at first, warm and encouraging.  Gradually, however, Ruth found herself being analysed and then criticised.  Finally, she was ‘condemned’ as being not fit to inhabit the Earth.

She was filth – no better than a turd – she must remove herself from ‘humanity’ as speedily as possible.  There is that bus – that lorry – go on… JUMP.

Ruth quailed at the sight of the thundering wheels…

RIGHT!  THERE’S THE RIVER.. YOU ARE ON THE BRIDGE

NOW.. JUMP!!

ALONE, AND TERRIFIED OUT OF HER MIND…

 RUTH…. JUMPED…

When she hit the water, somehow she kept her mouth shut and didn’t swallow any….  and then, as from nowhere, she ‘heard’ a new voice – a calm voice – a voice that simply commanded her – Swim,  and she managed to swim to the shore – a muddy tidal shore.

Ruth tried to get to her feet, but floundered in the mud.  Whereupon the same calm voice again commanded her – ‘Crawl’.  And so she crawled through the slimy mud, losing her shoes and her lower clothes in the process.

And that was how she appeared at the front door of a near-by house – the home of someone she new well – barefoot, covered in mud from head to feet, naked from the waist down – and almost out of her mind.

+ + + +

Morag was married with two young children of school age.  Each morning she saw her husband off to work and the children off to school, and began her usual chores…

                  …and then, without fail, the voices took over – gently, almost soothingly… companionable at first… then, as with Ruth, needling, criticising, condemning – then threatening – demanding that she kill her children and then kill herself…

Each day, she ended up cowering in a corner with the curtains drawn – terrified…  until, almost like a new day dawning, the terror gradually subsided, and she was able to open the curtains and somehow resume again her role of wife and mother.


It is oh! so very hard to believe that intelligent adult individuals could succumb to these threats – this terror.  Terror that can take them to near or actual suicide.

In a similar manner, I still find it hard to come to terms with the fact that over thirty years ago, when I was fifty-five and in my prime, I found myself in exactly the same situation.  Not suicidal, but threatened and terrorised. 

In exactly the same way as a modern youngster follows up an interesting and innocent lead into the unknown dimensions and inhabitants of the computer screen, smart-phone and cyber-space, so did I, using a pendulum, follow an interesting and seemingly innocent way into the spiritual equivalent, its voices and ‘inhabitants’.

If you wish, you may read my full story in the book that I have written*, or, if the book itself is too long, you may go to my second Blog* where I have posted the key Chapter which describes the onset of ‘voices’.  (* details later.)
  
Beginning with my innocent experimentation with dowsing rods and pendulum, my writing takes you next to the absolutely key moment when, while sitting peacefully in a meditative quiet…

“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.  In my head began conversation as between two separate people – I began to ‘hear voices’.”

Physical presence which can try to make my body react against my will.  A ‘voice’ or ‘voices’ in my mind 

- intelligent voices capable of rational conversation.

Not auditory hallucinations.
 
Not one side of my brain ‘talking to the other’. 
Not a chemical imbalance in my brain.
 
Not illusions, nor yet delusions.

Because of what I had been doing at the outset of my experiences…  Because every day, every hour in the intervening thirty years have confirmed it…  I know with absolute certainty that my experiences result from spiritual intrusion and presence within my mind, brain, body and senses.

I could go on and on, but my book and Blog tell the full story.  What I am left with here and now is an attempt to find the words that can convey to you the absolute isolation of someone who is locked in this situation.  Obviously, it does not happen to me now, but the memory and recollection of those times are still very potent.

Memory and recollection that enable me to identify completely with the isolated youngster today – possibly alone in bedroom with all the screens, gadgets and gismos that make modern life worth living.  

Electronic wizardry that conveys the derisory, insulting and threatening messages and images that prey on lonely, vulnerable mind.

And just as I, in broad daylight at 10 am, found it impossible to convey to anyone - to find the words to tell anyone - of the threats and ‘terrors’ of the previous 3 am, so the cyber-threatened youngster – even adult – cannot put into words – probably cannot even approach parent or other adult - to try to explain their fears, or describe the threats that may be in front of their eyes or in their ears, each time they switch on computer, tablet or mobile phone.

For five years, I sat at my computer writing my book.

 There were times when I felt just like a skinned rabbit as I opened up everything – all of my innermost self, as I attempted to convince anyone who would read that the voices and presences were the result of spiritual intrusion.  

Frequently, I felt like giving up, but sustained myself with the thought that if I could just save only one mind from these agonies, one person from suicide, it would all have been worthwhile.

Well, it has been ‘worthwhile’ – and not just one person.  From the Philippines to Alaska, letters and emails have arrived thanking me for the book – and yes, on occasions, telling me that I have ‘pulled them back from suicide’.  It has been so rewarding, so humbling to read, “You have saved my sanity.”  “You have saved my life.” 

And the email from the Philippines that literally brought tears to my eyes – from a seafarer who had been forced by uncontrollable voices to give up the sea – the email concluded “… Now all I want is to be a husband to my wife, and a father to my daughter.  Now you inspire me a lot.”

You see, my book is a DIY Manual for voice hearers, carers and professionals.  But, maybe, not only for them.  It is possible that in my descriptions and analysis of the workings and threats of the faceless tormentors, you may find the ways to understand and combat the ‘faceless tormentors’ of the cyber world.

The book – Listening to the Silences – is free to download at www.royvincent.org

As I have commented, it is long, because I found that my entire ‘story’ was relevant – just as every day in your life has been ‘relevant’.  However, I recognise that many will want a short form, and so I have copied the most important chapter and posted it at www.roycvincent2.blogspot.com  

 The post is headed “O what a world of unseen visions and heard silences”.  It recounts in detail the sequence of events that led to my first hearing voices, and is essential if you wish to understand why I am so absolutely and unshakeably certain that the voices and physical interventions that I experience are spiritual in origin.


I do so urge you to read the complete book, for in it you will find many examples of how I received positive help and encouragement from truly benign spiritual presences.  (www.royvincent.org)  


If you cannot do that, then read Chapter One.  (I have posted an abridged version entitled 

"WE HAD TO DESTROY IT TO SAVE IT" 

on my second Blog www.roycvincent2.blogspot.com )   

There you will read something that is so very relevant to my theme in this essay.  I describe how, as the result of a medical mis-diagnosis and what is now regarded as criminally inept psychiatry, I had arrived at a point where I simply could not go on.  I desperately wanted to die…  to commit suicide.

Why didn’t I just go out and do it?  Why didn’t I, - as one Consultant Psychiatrist asked me – why didn't I just go to a high place and jump off? 

There was a reason – if ‘reason’ I had at that time – I had to devise an ‘accident’, as I believed that my insurance policies would not be valid if I had committed suicide.  And such was my state of mind at the time, and with all of my engineering skills, I just could not devise a credible accident.

Before I succeeded in achieving my own death, circumstances in my life changed sufficiently to draw me back from my intention.  But I have never lost my recollection of that time, and the abiding memory that links me to these young people who are being driven to suicide.  It is this –

There is no place on Earth – no place more lonely than the mind of someone who is planning to take their own life.

Of that, you can have no doubt.
 
And there is something else about which you can have no doubt.

That Consultant Psychiatrist should never have been allowed anywhere near the minds of desperately vulnerable individuals.
 
Never!













Saturday, 20 July 2013

GERBILS IN NUCLEAR SUBMARINES

GERBILS
IN
NUCLEAR
SUBMARINES

WHEREVER YOU ARE ON THE PLANET, YOU ARE ALMOST CERTAIN TO HAVE LEARNED THAT WHEN THE EARTH WAS HIT BY A COMET MORE THAN 65 MILLION HEARS AGO, THE DINOSAURS, AND VIRTUALLY ALL THE REST OF LIFE THAT WAS DEVELOPING, WERE WIPED OUT.

SOME CREATURES SURVIVED – BECAUSE THEY LIVED UNDERGROUND. 

FOSSIL REMAINS TELL US THAT THESE LITLE ANIMALS WERE GERBILS.

YES, GERBILS, THE GREAT SURVIVORS.  AND IT WAS FROM THESE SURVIVORS THAT ALL SUBSEQUENT MAMMALS EVOLVED – INCLUDING HUMANS.

AND WHY NUCLEAR SUBMARINES?

YOU DON’T HAVE TO LOOK VERY FAR ON THE INTERNET TO FIND ARTICLES THAT DESCRIBE NUCLEAR SUBMARINES AND THE MASSIVE ARRAY OF MISSILES THAT THEY CARRY.

NUCLEAR MISSILES – EACH ONE CAPABLE OF WIPING OUT A LARGE CITY.

IF SOME MANIAC DECIDES TO PRESS THE BUTTON THAT WILL START A NUCLEAR WAR, IT IS PROBABLE THAT THE RESULTING DESTRUCTION WILL BE EQUAL TO THE DESTRUCTION PRODUCED BY THE COMET. 

LIFE AS WE KNOW IT WILL BE OBLITERATED.

IT IS THEN THAT THE SURVIVING HUMANS, SAFE IN THEIR SUBMARINES, WILL LAND, INTO THIS RADIOACTIVE WORLD, AND THEN RELEASE THE GERBILS,

AND EVOLUTION CAN BEGIN ALL OVER AGAIN.

  



I JEST, OF COURSE!

BEFORE WE EVEN REACH THAT POINT, YOU SHOULD BE AWARE THAT THE SUBMARINES ARE ALREADY CAUSING HARM – POTENTIALLY TO THE WHOLE OF HUMANITY.

ARE YOU CURIOUS?

WELL JUST READ ON…

AS YOU READ, YOU WILL FIND THAT I DESCRIBE A NUMBER OF HARMFUL REACTIONS THAT ARE EXPERIENCED BY MYSELF AND A CONSIDERABLE NUMBER OF INDIVIDUALS WITH WHOM I AM I CONTACT.  YOU WILL ALSO FIND WHAT I BELIEVE TO BE THE PRIME CAUSE – NAMELY THE SYSTEMS THROUGH WHICH NUCLEAR SUBMARINES RECEIVE THEIR COMMUNICATION..

CHIEF AMONG THESE REACTIONS IS A CONTINUOUS INTERNAL FEELING OF DEEP ANXIETY.  NOT MENTAL ANXIETY – THE WHOLE BODY AND NERVOUS SYSTEM ARE IN A STATE OF DEEP ANXIETY – OF UNKNOWN CAUSE – ANIMAL ANXIETY.

KNOWING HOW I, AS AN INDIVIDUAL, FEEL AND  REACT, I AM CONVINCED THAT WHEN THESE FEELINGS AND REACTIONS ARE EXPERIENCED BY GROUPS OF INDVIDUALS – BY PEOPLE IN THE MASS – IT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO PREDICT HOW THEY WILL THEN REACT.

I HAVE THOUGHT LONG AND HARD, AND IT IS MY CONCLUSION THAT THIS CONSTANT STATE OF AGITATION IS A MAJOR CONTRIBUTORY FACTOR IN THE BEHAVIOUR OF THOSE WHO ARE CREATING SUCH TURMOIL IN SO MANY PARTS OF THE WORLD.

IF THIS ANALYSIS INTERESTS YOU, MAY I SUGGEST THAT YOU RETURN TO THIS BLOG POST FROM TIME TO TIME, BECAUSE I SHALL BE ADDING TO IT AS MY OWN EXPERIENCES GROW AND GROW, AND WHEN I FIND EVIDENCE THAT APPEARS TO SUPPORT MY THESIS..

ARE
NUCLEAR SUBMARINES
HARMING YOUR BRAIN?


ARE THEY MAKING YOU FEEL UNWELL?


TWO VERY STUPID QUESTIONS, YOU THINK?


READ ON, AND SEE WHETHER THEY REALLY ARE SO STUPID.


NUCLEAR SUBMARINES HAVE TO REMAIN SUBMERGED AND HIDDEN FOR MANY WEEKS WITHOUT SURFACING.


THEY CANNOT COMMUNICATE WITH RADIO OR SATELLITE.


THEY RECEIVE ELECTRO-MAGNETIC TRANSMISSIONS THAT ARE SENT THROUGH THE EARTH ITSELF.


THE TRANSMISSIONS ARE SENT USING A VERY LOW FREQUENCY – EXTRA LOW FREQUENCY OR ELF.


READ ABOUT ELF ON THE INTERNET AND YOU WILL FIND MANY ENTRIES THAT SAY THEY ARE HARMFUL TO HUMAN HEALTH.

TRANSMISSIONS MUST REACH ALL PARTS OF THE WORLD.

THEY ARE PROBABLY PASSING BELOW YOUR FEET AS YOU READ THIS…

STUPID?


WELL JUST KEEP ON  READING…

BUT AS YOU READ, REMEMBER THAT YOU WILL BE READING ABOUT TRANSMISSIONS THAT ARE PASSING THROUGH THE EARTH - THE GROUND, AND THAT PEOPLE WHO LIVE, SLEEP, AND WORK AT GROUND LEVEL - THEY ARE THE ONES WHO WILL FEEL AND REACT MOST STRONGLY


ZAPPED?

IS THIS YOU?


EVERY HOUR – ON THE HOUR –

SOMETHING HAPPENS…..

IT ALSO HAPPENS AT

HALF-PAST THE HOUR….


WHAT HAPPENS?


Something ‘electrical’ happens –

Something ‘electro-magnetic’ happens


If you live in a modern urban electro-magnetic ‘jungle’, you may not be aware of ‘it’ as it happens, but if you read on, I suspect that you will realise that it really is happening to you.


Let us join Sharon as she consults her Doctor...


Having dealt with the purpose of her visit, and about to say ‘Goodbye’, the Doctor was surprised when Sharon hesitated before leaving, and even more surprised when she asked the sort of question that every General Practitioner must dread.

“Can you please tell me just what is wrong with me?”

“What, exactly, do you mean?”

“I am constantly tired – not just tired, but weary, fatigued.  And my shoulders and neck just ache – constantly.  And I just want to sleep – all of the time.”

Sharon”, he sighed, “that question is being asked of practically every General Practitioner in the Country.  The answer is that no one has an answer.”

Sharon is a neighbour of someone who is a very good friend of many years.  My friend, Joan, tells the same tale as Sharon, and also brings me comments from within her own family and from other individuals in the small town where they both live.

A similar story comes from Joan’s daughter and her son, Jack.

Only two days ago, Jack was reported as complaining that
“- all I want to do, is sleep – sleep…”.

Correspondence with a good friend, Jacqueline, living in a large city in Yorkshire, included this heartfelt comment –

“ - my brain has felt inaccessible for quite a while – I can't even do a simple sum in my head, no motivation to work but very keen on bed and sleeping!”

In a later email, Jacqueline reported that

 “- I have been referred for tests to a cfs/me clinic…”

(cfs – chronic fatigue syndrome.  
me – myalgic encephalomyelitis.)

And so it goes on – person after person telling similar stories, and wondering, just as Sharon wondered – “Just what is wrong with me?”

And myself?  Just what have I got to say for myself?

Well, first, this is where I live…



 It is a very tranquil location which has no industrial pollution, no direct neighbours, and is effectively screened by mountains from many sources of electro-magnetic radiation.  There is no mobile phone signal, and only the normal electrical supply entering the house.

Secondly, I have known for many years that I am exceedingly sensitive to my electrical environment.  For example, I cannot tolerate the presence of any WI-FI equipment, and I would resist “to the death” any attempt to install a “smart” electric meter in my house.  Thus I would known most certainly if my ‘electrical ambience’ was altered by any new device or signal.

From the age of eighteen ( I am now 89 years old), when I began to be trained as a radar specialist in the Royal Navy, through subsequent graduation as an Electrical Engineer, to a career in the nuclear industry at Sellafield and Calder Hall Nuclear Power Station, I have lived with electro-magnetic radiation and the ‘products’ of electricity.  In fact, as an Instrumentation Engineer, one of the prime purposes of my work around nuclear reactors was, first, to detect, and then to measure such radiations.

However, no aspect of my former career truly fits me to be able to detect and measure the form of transmission that I suspect may be the cause of these strange ‘ailments’.  Ignoring the actual possibility of deliberate cyber ‘zapping’, logic takes me to one real and existing source, namely the communication by the American, British, French, Israeli, Chinese and Russian Navies with their nuclear submarines.

Nuclear submarines must remain on patrol for months at a time.  They must remain undetected by the agencies of other Nations.  They may not communicate using standard radio transmission, or via satellites, because to do so would require the use of a potentially visible aerial.

The solution – one employed by all the Nations – is to use the Earth as the aerial and means of conveying the signal.

  There are many articles and reports on the Internet that describe the problems and the means by which they are overcome.

Fundamentally, an electromagnetic ‘carrier’ operating at a very low frequency, is fed into the ground, and is then ‘modulated’ with the communications.  The ‘aerials’ are long – several kilo-metres long - and cannot be replicated by the submarines.  The latter may trail a receiving wire – again, several kilo-metres in length – at the times when transmissions are expected.

 Which brings me to the regular timing of the events that I am describing.  Because the subs can only receive, and not transmit, one would assume that they would listen to their home base at predetermined times.

The American system operates at 78 hertz (cycles per second), while the Russian frequency is 82 or 83 hertz.  These are classed as ‘extra low frequency’ – ELF – transmissions.  (There are no published data from the other Nations.)

Again, the Internet comes to the rescue, and provides information – masses and masses of information – about ELF radiations – and about the harm that they may cause in humans who are exposed to them.

I was first introduced to this topic back in 1980 by a fellow Electrical Engineer, Graham Sharples, now, alas, deceased.  However, I still have a copy of a book that he gave to me – a seminal work by one of the most prolific researchers and writers on the topic – Dr Cyril Smith.  His book is Electromagnetic Man.  But just look him up on the internet, and you will be overwhelmed by the volume of his work.

Robert O. Becker is another name that fills the pages of the Internet.  An orthopaedic surgeon, Dr. Becker was puzzled by the fact that certain bone fractures just refused to rejoin and heal.  His research led him to study the minute electrical current that flows along the bones and promotes healing.  Read his book The Body Electric.  Read it just out of interest, for it makes fascinating reading, as he begins his work with salamanders and their ability to grow new limbs if perchance they should lose one.

The deeper Dr. Becker went into his researches, the more and more he realised the extent to which the human body – any living thing – depends on subtle electricity created within itself.  He further realised how everything depends upon the existence of minute circuitry and with reaction to ‘different’ forms of electricity from outside the body, whether from natural or man-made sources.

 His researches also confirmed what others have asserted, namely that the acupuncture system is, in fact, this ‘minute circuitry’.  Further, that as well as conducting ‘signals’ within the body, the acupuncture ‘meridians’ behave as an ’aerial’ system which is capable of receiving radiated electrical energy from external sources.

A second book by Dr. Becker, entitled Cross Currents, takes up the theme of electro-magnetic radiations and their potentially harmful effects on living things.  In particular, he devotes considerable space to the ‘extra-low frequency – ELF – radiations’.

What I perceive as the 78 and 83 hertz transmissions from Russia and the US, come into this category – but with the difference that they are not ‘radiations’ in the normal sense.

They emerge from the ground – from below.

It is only from descriptions of my own inner physical feelings and subsequent reactions that you may begin to recognise similar responses within yourself.

Two evenings ago in my garden, in the cool after a very hot day, I stood still as I listened to a range of songbirds, and smelled the ‘spicy’ aroma combining roses and aromatic plants.  Nothing moved – and then I realised that ’something’ was, in fact, moving.  Not moving physically, but ‘electrically’, and within the soles of my feet.

You may get some inkling of what I felt if you ever use a ‘foot-spa’.  This is a specially shaped deep bowl that is used for washing and ‘soaking’ one’s feet.  However, as well as containing the warm water, the bowl has an integral electric heater, and a vibrating device.  All intended to give a very relaxing experience to the user.

But not to this user.  I once received a foot spa as a gift from a friend.  Having filled it with warm water, I sat soaking and relaxing - and then I switched on the gismos – and soon switched them off again, for my feet and lower legs felt as if they were being ‘electrified’.

And this is something similar to what I began to feel in my garden.  Ever the experimenter, I continued standing and observing as the ‘thing’ slowly moved upward within my legs.  By this time, I had realised that this was the result of the very process that I had been studying – and it was precisely 18.00 UHT.  One of the hourly transmission times.

The ‘electrification’ continued upward until it reached the sensitive region of my perineum, where it began to create in my anal sphincter, a false urge to defecate.  Then into the sacrum, producing what is often a feature of this whole phenomenon, namely a ‘grinding’ ache.

Moving yet further upward and reaching the region of my ‘solar plexus’, my ‘midriff’, the sensations changed to the physical feelings that I normally associate with anxiety.  Having reached the base of my neck and my shoulders I experienced the onset of the ‘shoulder ache’ and unpleasant physical sensation up the back of my neck and into my cranium – the reactions that feature in the descriptions of virtually everyone who has commented.

There is random ‘grinding’ within the skull accompanied by loss of ‘coherence’ in mental activity.  And. to complete the picture, a certain amount of unsteadiness in walking.

If you, yourself, have not experienced or identified what must appear to be a completely bizarre set of sensations, you might, quite reasonably and in my case, suggest that they are the consequences of my age.  Yet they are not unique to me – far from it.  The descriptions, with variations, come from a wide range of individuals and age groups.

Night time produces almost universal agreement in the descriptions of sensations and events – and timing.  Anyone who is unexpectedly and unpleasantly woken from sleep, usually remembers the actual time of waking, and the duration of subsequent wakefulness.

Only yesterday, Nancy, who does much of my housework, came with a tale of woe about the events of the night and her complete loss of sleep.  Her descriptions and timings were identical with my own and what I am attempting to describe in my writing.

Unnatural waking is almost invariably on the hour, or half-past.  Frequently, within my legs below the knees, there is a sensation which I identify as being ‘electrified’, accompanied by a false desire to defecate and a ‘gut’ feeling of anxiety.  At other times, I can wake to find myself feeling as if I had been done over by the ‘heavy mob’!
These reactions are almost always accompanied by and intense and immediate and unstoppable desire to urinate.

  There is often such a strong linkage with the bladder, its sphincter and the urinary tract that a man might feel anxiety about the state of his prostate gland, and incipient cancer.  I have had, and been cleared of prostate cancer, and can differentiate between the two sets of symptoms.  However, from my own experience, I would urge any man over the age of 45 who experiences these frequent urinary urges, to have the health of his prostate gland checked.

Isn’t it ironic that the very place where once I experienced relaxation and tranquillity, can now produce such disturbing and unwelcome experiences?

But there is another type of sleep that is so unwelcome.  It comes almost without warning at any time of the day.  Not sleep into which one drifts gently and from which one wakens refreshed, but ‘sleep’ which may more aptly be described as ’torpor’.  A torpor from which it is difficult to extricate one’s mind, and then to engage in desirable activity.  

Incidentally, as you read, you may detect a certain disjointedness in the flow and descriptions.  This is the inevitable result of the fact that I can only truly engage my mind during the short intervals of time when my words flow freely and logically.  Briefly, there is clarity – and then, logic departs.

My computer sits on a table alongside a window in an upper room of my house.  As I write today I look out and I am very pleased with what I see.  There is not a cloud in the sky.  The trees are in full leaf and the grass in the fields is already growing again after having been mowed for hay and silage.  The sun is shining on the glossy coats of a mare and stallion as they graze contentedly in one of my fields, tails constantly a-swish against the summer flies.


 Alongside them, in my neighbour’s field, his beef cattle are doing the same, while a short distance away I can see where another neighbour’s land is dotted with bales of hay waiting to be transported to his farm-stead.

It is only with difficulty that I bring my eyes and my thoughts back to the reality of what I am writing.  Great difficulty!  For I have to transfer my vision and my thoughts away from this local idyll – to the whole World! 

Yes, the whole World.

From what I read on the Internet, I understand that the Russian transmitter is situated on the Kola Peninsular near Murmansk, while the US transmitter is or was believed to be in Wisconsin.  Signals from each of these locations must reach submarines wherever they may be, from the Arctic Ocean to the Antarctic, and anywhere in the rest of the Oceans of the World.  (The same concepts apply to the other nuclear nations, wherever they have located their transmitters.)  

The ability of the Earth to conduct electricity may be understood by looking at the work of Seismologists.  Amongst the many relevant topics that they study, one involves an analysis of the seismic currents – electrical currents that are produced by rocks as they grind together or are crushed during earthquakes or other seismic events (piezzo electricity).  One feature of such currents is that they are able to travel right round the Globe, and do so with great rapidity.

I have written as much as I am able without having to go deeper into the research papers and reports that are readily available on the Internet – except for one feature that I have not seen reported or commented upon anywhere.

At the outset, I wrote that the frequencies of transmission are 78 hertz from the US and 83 hertz from Russia.  There is, however, a third frequency.  Yes, a third frequency, which may already be apparent to anyone reading this who has a knowledge of the behaviour of sound waves.

If two notes of slightly differing frequency are played simultaneously, a third note is created whose frequency is the difference between the other two.  For example, if the two notes are, 60 and 70 cycles, then what is referred to as a beat note of 10 cycles is also produced.

In the case of simultaneous transmissions at 78 and 83 hertz, a beat transmission of 5 hertz may be generated.  (The transmission frequencies used by the other nuclear Nations may produce different beat transmissions.) 

Frequencies below 10 hertz have author Dr Becker writing about ‘altered states of consciousness’.  But other than acknowledging the possible existence of transmissions at such frequencies and the possible creation of ‘altered states of consciousness’, I have to leave the topic open-ended.  Although, not without wondering whether the ‘torpor’ that I describe above may, in fact, be one of these states.

Each time that I switch on my computer, this is what I see on my screen.....





Frequently, I simply stare at it for a short while because I find it to be so evocative. There are so many memories tied up within a location such as this, as well as current thoughts.

I look at the worm-casts in the sand, and long-ago memories come flooding back – memories of digging for worms for bait, and then possibly fishing the tide in… memories of my late father-in-law and former wife, and how they loved to wade in bare feet and ‘tread’ for small flat-fish… memories of beginning bird-watching and seeing my first curlew and other shore birds… memories of my late Mother and of how she loved to watch the sea in all of its moods…

Then I look at these clean-washed sands – washed twice a day by the tide – and in my minds-eye I see the whole space above crossed, criss-crossed and filled with the myriads of electromagnetic transmissions that form the basis of modern life.  And, bearing in mind what I have already written above, I ‘see’ the earth-locked signals searching out the nuclear submarines, wherever in the oceans of the Planet they may be…

To avoid detection, the nuclear submarines may lurk on the fringes of, or below, the ice of the Arctic and Antarctic Oceans – submerged and still, while above the Heavens may be aglow with the most incredible dancing colours…



I look at this and similar images with something approaching awe, as I see the stark beauty and cleanliness

Then my logical mind reminds me that even here the ‘Great Powers’ – no, not the GODS, but the potentially warring nations – even here they are interfering.  They are trying to use the ionosphere for a variety of purposes, from creating communication systems to, it is alleged, weather manipulation as a potential weapon of war…

Often, when I open my window blinds first thing in the morning, I look out at such beauty as there is in my garden and surrounding mountains, and I think how fortunate I am to dwell in such a place, and find myself echoing Satchmo, and singing ‘along’ with him –

“And I say to myself
What a wonderful World”

Then, bearing in mind all that I have written in the article above…

“And I wish to myself…
Oh, how I wish to myself..

How I wish that people would just stop buggering it up…!”



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 POSTSCRIPT

The realisation that these electromagnetic signals may be affecting the normal functioning of my body and brain has given me a possible explanation for many unexplained reactions over a number of years.  Many of the events that I am now beginning to understand occurred more often during the middle of the year than at other times.

The feelings that I describe, and which are described by the individuals I quote, increased in intensity during June, July and August 2013.  I found a possible explanation when I saw reports of major naval exercises being conducted between USA and Australia, and between Russia and China.

This increase in intensity was as nothing compared with the extraordinary increase during the period of build-up to a possible attack by the USA upon Syria, and simultaneously there was a major increase in the concentration of naval forces in the Mediterranean Sea and the Gulf.

Then something particularly dramatic happened.  I awoke during one night, as I often do, and did not recognise myself as the same person who had lain down to sleep.  There was nothing!

There was absolutely none of the ’electromagnetic’ feelings that I had become so used to.  Nothing!

During the day that followed, I had many, many phone calls from my friends asking whether I could explain what was happening – or, in fact, was not happening.

I’ll tell you what had happened – President Obama blinked

In response to the Russian intervention, Mr Obama held his fire at the last moment – and there was electro-magnetic silence as everyone took stock of the evolving situation.

It is so unfortunate that the memories of those 24 hours are slowly fading, as ‘normal’ transmissions resumed and now are again a feature of daily/nightly living.  For 24 hours, I felt ‘purified’.  My senses were clear, as was my mind and concentration.  Physically, I felt as I did when younger and I had swum in the sea when it was rough – and my body was ‘alive’.

One of the most noticeable of the returning sensations was the inner physical feeling of anxiety which is an almost permanent feature among others that are transient.  And remembering that these transmissions through the earth reach every remotest corner of the Planet, I could weep for a world where nowhere is free from the sense of fear that is engendered by those who profit from keeping the world ‘on the edge’.

And I ask the question that many others have asked –

How many liberties must we sacrifice to overcome our fears?”


As you have read this, my latest writing, you may have wondered why I have included it among all of the other posts on my Blog, the majority of which are devoted to mental health – particularly ‘hearing voices/schizophrenia’. 

Assuming that you have read some other parts of this general writing, you will know that my fundamental and over-riding purpose is to inform and convince you of the fact that the voices and physical intrusions that accompany them are the result of unwanted spiritual presence within the mind and body of an individual.

The ‘intrusions’, ‘spiritual entities’, are intelligent and know how to exploit fears and anxieties, and thus they are very clever at adding fuel to an already existing fire.

To understand just why I am so certain and adamant, you will need to read my full story which is told in my book 
“Listening to the Silences in a World of Hearing Voices”  
It is free to download on

The book is long.  Consequently I have extracted two key chapters and placed them on my second Blog – www.roycvincent2.blogspot.com


Read them, and you may be tempted to read the complete story.  Based entirely on my personal experiences, the book is also a DIY Manual for voice hearers and their carers and for mental health professionals.  It is being read Worldwide, both on line and in paperback, and has brought me many words of gratitude from individuals who have been desperately searching the Internet for alternatives to ‘psychiatry’ and anti-psychotic drugs.

Keep reading - there is yet more to come very shortly - and the gerbils? Well, keep using your imagination -

-   that is all that there is for now....

ROY VINCENT – AUGUST 2014




Monday, 3 June 2013

ROY VINCENT ASKS - ARE TWO HEADS BETTER THAN ONE?

ROY VINCENT
ASKS

ARE TWO HEADS BETTER THAN ONE?

The faces of two laughing and happy young women have looked out at us from television screen and newspaper – and inevitably, we smile back – until, almost with a shock, we realise that the two heads have only one body.



 Yes, ‘shock’ – and then we look some more, and see the girls – yes, two girls, Brittany and Abby– we see them as an integral part of a very happy family: part of a very happy social group. 

And then the imagination takes over, and we wonder and speculate…

In my own case, eventually I realised that the imagination and speculation were creating ‘intrusive’ thoughts.  At which point I decided to move on – happy for the two girls in their strange life, but equally content to proceed with my own life.  A life that at times equally can be ‘strange’.

Although, before leaving Abby and Brittany and my imagination – and yours, perhaps – may I explore the thought of driving along the road, and then, suddenly, meeting ‘the girls’ as they drive toward me…




 Yes, my life – my life that equally can be strange – different - but with similarities that I ask you to explore with your own imagination.

Strange in that I live with internal voices and physical presence – voices that are not ‘generated by me, and a physical presence that is not my own.

I have recently passed my 90th birthday.  In 1977, I retired early from a career as a Senior Instrument Engineer in the Sellafield Nuclear Plant, and began a different life as a countryman.  A life that revolved around my home and my horses in this smallholding that sits on the slopes of the western hills of the English Lake District.


 I made new friends: walked and rode, and cultivated my garden.

Each morning, I followed a practice learned from my Mother, and, at eleven o’clock, I just sat in a meditative stillness for about fifteen minutes.  Not religious nor following any esoteric practice – just ‘being’ and reflecting.

Then one particular day, I sat as usual in an upstairs room, from where I could gaze over the distant hills.  I had hardly settled in my chair and relaxed, when a physical ‘presence’ that I could not see, moved from the space in front of me – into me.

Immediately, my mind was charged with another ‘voice’ – a provoker of thoughts that were not mine, and were not initiated by me.
 
At that moment, I began to hear voices.

And then, there was the physical feeling – and how to describe it in such a way that you can relate to it.  Abby and Brittany have always been accustomed to sharing their ‘inner space’, but not me.  I know that it may sound silly, and appear trite, but look at these Russian dolls, and imagine that you, as the principal doll, have this ‘other’ within you.  An ’other’ that is a close inner ‘fit’.  An ’other’ that is able to use parts of your mind and memory.  An ’other’ that is capable of inducing physical and emotional reactions and responses….


Use your imagination, and you might get an inkling of what it can be like to ‘hear voices: to have internal physical presence: to be subject to attempts to dominate you and control your actions and reactions.

And then see whether you can really believe that it is all caused by ‘a chemical imbalance in the brain.’  Or see whether you can believe that it is the result of ‘one side of the brain talking to the other’.

Because of what I had been doing in the preceding several months, I know, with absolute certainty, that what I experience is the result of spiritual intrusion into my mind, body and senses.  Yes, unshakable certainty!

Returning to Brittany and Abby – in all that I saw in the media, they are very happy, cooperative, at one in their moods.  Speaking as one, but also as individuals.  Completing each other’s remarks….  In other words, the absolute picture of harmony and cooperation.

May I ask you again, in furtherance of my attempts to illustrate the reality of spiritual intrusion – may I ask you to use your imagination?

Just try to imagine what it would be like if that harmony and cooperation didn’t exist.  What if one girl was constantly morose?  What if the other chattered and chattered mindlessly for large parts of the day?  What if one constantly negated the suggestions and plans of the other?

What if….?  I could go on and on with ‘what ifs’, but it is you who are meant to be imagining.  I know what it is like to experience all of these ‘what ifs’.  I know, because for more than thirty years I have experienced them in all the possible shades and variants that your most vivid imagination could conjure up.

What is more, I have written about them.  For five years, I sat at my computer and wrote what eventually became a book.  I wrote it to inform anyone who would read it, just what it is like to hear voices and experience physical presence and all of the other variants that may be grouped under the heading of ‘schizophrenia’.

And for all of this time, and through all of these variants, I have never become ill from this cause.  I have never become ill because, as I wrote above with such emphasis, I know with absolute certainty that my experiences result from spiritual intrusion.

And then, consider this.  In the theme and essence of what I have written, I find that I have been following a ‘noble’ tradition.  Tradition in the sense that every culture and society that has ever existed and left a record – every culture has acknowledged the existence of a spiritual state of being.  A separate state of being that parallels and interfaces with that of humanity.

Furthermore, all cultures have, in their different ways, acknowledged the existence of spiritual ‘good’ and ‘evil’.  I have experienced the full spectrum of these, from the deeply malign, to the supremely benign.  I do not write of these in ‘religious’ terms, but in the context of everyday life.  In the context, for example, of working on and improving my house, when I have had much assistance from the benign.

In contrast to the malign, and in general, the benign do not deliver advice in ‘direct voice’.  Rather do they ‘offer’ the essence of the advice ‘subliminally’ and without comment, so that one may make up one’s own mind whether or not to accept it and proceed.


In my book, I describe my experiences in great detail, and as they occurred in the sequence of my life.  The book is long, and so, in an effort to encourage its use, I am selecting certain key chapters and posting them on my second Blog, www.roycvincent2@blogspot.com

So determined am I that I should inform and convince as many readers as possible, who are prepared to open their minds and accept the truth of what I write – so determined am I that I am even prepared to use the medium of poetry.

Here is one of my ‘master-works’….

CONTROLLED BY THE VOICE


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.

In verse 3 above, I write “Were there one, were there twenty…?”
And that is the problem – to recognise and, most importantly, to discern exactly what strategy is being used to disrupt one’s thoughts, create confusion and then dominate.  Back to the Russian dolls – sometimes it used to feel that every one of the cohort was within my mind, trying to make ‘itself’ heard.



Fortunately, most of this is in the past, although daily I am reminded of the activities of the disruptive, ‘malign’ intrusions.  Paradoxically, these intrusions serve to bring back vividly to me, examples of some of the many ways in which individuals may be tormented, to such an extent that they are unable to control their thoughts and actions, with the result that they become ill.

It must be obvious that I could write on and on as I strive to inform and convince, and I shall do so in a variety of ways including this Blog.  However, nothing will replace my book, where everything that happened and all of my reactions and thoughts, are described in detail and in their appropriate ‘historical’ sequence.

(Listening to the Silences in a World of hearing Voices
www.royvincent.org  )

Before I conclude, I must acknowledge my thanks to Abby and Brittany Hensel for the example that they provide, and my admiration for their lives of harmony.


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