HER VERY SPECIAL MILE HIGH CLUB

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 Blog 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/Blog addresses, and pass them on.

www.royvincent.org 

UKAN ADVOCACY NETWORK POETRY ANTHOLOGY - MY POEM

Just over a year ago, The UK Advocacy Network, (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, which was 'short-listed' -

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 (or as little) 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
What would be done to minds distressed.
This precious place with knowledge filled,
Shocked, drugged, benumbed - then killed.
(*Sir Edward Dyer 1540)


Read: “..listening to the silences..” Available free on 

www.royvincent.org 

I shall be grateful if you will tell others about the book and my website.

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

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. Entitled  “I Don’t Believe It!”, it is available with other essays in Chapter 16 of my book, which itself is at :

www.royvincent.org 

ALL FUR COAT AND KNEE KNICKERS

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.org/ )

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

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

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 is 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.

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MARS - THE BRINGER OF WAR?

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 at the next opposition, which will occur in May 2016.

(The next perihelic opposition will occur in April 2018.)

But the effect is not specific to the opposition date itself.  The most recent opposition was in April 2014, and this year seems to be excelling itself in human conflict and disaster.

 Don’t let me prompt you, be your own judge, just as my own personal observations have informed me.  It is impossible to escape the reports of the human torment and natural disasters that come to us from all over the World. 

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.

Thirty 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.

I could write much more, but the best confirmation of what I have written above, will come from your own study and observation.

So, just stand back - and try to observe objectively.

PERIHELIC OPPOSITIONS (1608 – 2018)

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.