The Solway Firth Spaceman

On May 23 1964 Jim Templeton, a fireman and amateur photographer from Carlisle, Cumbria, took his wife and 5 year old daughter out onto Burgh Marsh, a virgin natural wetland near the Solway Firth to take some photographs. They parked their car and walked out over a field with a lovely view. "All the animals on that particular day were away on the other end of the marsh, all huddled together, as though they'd been frightened." Jim said. "The weather was warm and sunny, and everything seemed normal". At a good spot they decided to take a photograph of his daughter in her new dress sitting with a bunch of hand-picked flowers. The snap taken, they moved off and took many more pictures of the walk. A few days later Jim got his photographs back from the chemist. The man behind the counter said that it was a pity that the strange man in a costume had walked past had spoilt the best shot of Elizabeth holding a bunch of flowers. Jim was puzzled. There had been nobody else on the marshes nearby at the time. But sure enough, on the picture in question there was something odd: overlooking her left shoulder, at a canted angle, was what appeared to be a man in a bizarre all-in-one white suit with a tinted visor. I've heard of this case before but never seen this picture in colour. I read about the case in Janet and Colin Bord's Modern Mysteries of Britain, but the picture they reproduced was black and white. I used to assume it was taken with a black and white camera, but not now. It looks far more impressive in colour and harder to write off as a fault on the film or a crushed insect in the photolab. Notice how the entity is definitely behind little Elizabeth's head and doesn't overlap it.

I'm not surprised to find out that Jim Templeton was harassed by Men-in-Black in the weeks following the incident. This was many years before the concept of Men-in-Black became well-known in popular culture. I've recently spoken to other people who've been visited by these frightening people, (if indeed they are people in the sense we understand it). The person dressed in a white suit like the one in this case are common too and I know several people who've encountered them. If you can't see their face then it's not really safe to assume that whatever is inside the costume is an ordinary human. Look at the picture again and see the unnatural position of the being's arm. It looks as a normal arm would look seen from behind, yet the head looks likes it would shot from the front.

The dome-shaped building just visible on the horizon is Sellafield nuclear power station. UFO's and aliens seem to be strangly attracted to nuclear installations for some reason. Cumbria was also the place where Blue Streak rockets were developed and scientists testing them in Australia around the same time saw a very similar entity in the vicinity too.

(NB: I posted this article on HPANWO last year and it has mysteriously disappeared. Keep your eye on this one and see if it does the same.)

Here's another post about this incident: http://hpanwo.blogspot.com/2008/01/solway-firth-spaceman-2.html

Addendum: I was interested to reread this old case with the hindsight of The Solway Firth one: http://www.ufocasebook.com/Zamora.html . Just a few weeks earlier a New Mexican policeman called Lonnie Zamora had a close encounter with a pair of beings that he describes in a way that makes them seem very similar to the Solway Firth Spaceman; on this occasion they had a craft with them!

David Shayler Interview

The irrepresible film producer and policeman's best friend (!) Darren Pollard has done a fascinsting interview with MI5 whistleblower, 9/11 Truth campaigner and spiritual researcher, David Shayler. It's damn good!

http://video.google.co.uk/videoplay?docid=-6138835196262221806

Arthur C Clarke 1917-2008

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/7304004.stm

The world's greatest sci-fi writer died yesterday. His books were incredibily influential on me during my formative years. I read them all over and over again. He's also probably the world's best short story writer, in any genre not just science fiction. The Other Side of the Sky is my favourite anthology.

RIP Arthur

Imaginary Friends

Many young children report seeing things that adults can’t; like playing with imaginary friends. We invariably dismiss this as childish messing around, or grudgingly allow them their juvenile fantasy while we worryingly count each birthday to make sure they abandon such whims before they get older. Such parents are usually relieved when their child starts school. Once in school the Conformist Regime gets a proper grip begins to work its way into the child’s soul in earnest. At the end of their education they are defaecated out of school as “good, sane and normal citizens”, ready for their semi-detached house and Volvo. Few children can resist their education, but some do. There are men and women whose gift of seeing “imaginary friends” endures to their adulthood. Sometimes the cinema gets involved in their plight:

Harvey is a movie that many people of all ages have an enduring love for. It was adapted from Mary Chase’s Pulitzer Prize-winning play and directed by Henry Koster. It came out in 1950 and was a hit at the box-office, but is to this day still a best-selling DVD. I saw it a few years ago and immediately spotted its powerful and inspiring anti-Conformist message. It’s a film that could have been made for me! The story centres around Elwood P Dowd, an amiable and eccentric middle-aged man, played by James Stewart. He lives with his upper-class sister, Vita, and her daughter in a big house and is a constant irritant and embarrassment to them because he has the most remarkable friend: an invisible six-foot tall white rabbit! This rabbit is called Harvey and follows him everywhere. Unfortunately because Elwood is the owner of the house Vita and her daughter, Myrtle-May, have to tolerate him. Luckily Elwood spends most of his day away from home. He has no job, but instead wanders around town from pub to pub enjoying a quiet drink with Harvey. Elwood’s acquaintances fall into two groups: they either think he’s nuts and avoid him or accept and like him, and subsequently accept the existence of Harvey although they cannot see him. Elwood himself is totally oblivious to people’s reaction to him and appears not to understand how people can’t see his friend, let alone how not being able to see him, and yet hear Elwood talking to him, repels them from both Harvey and himself. The situation reaches a show-down when Elwood unexpectedly comes home in the middle of one of Vita’s high-society luncheons and introduces all the posh ladies to Harvey. They are all horrified and make a hasty exit. Vita and Myrtle-May are furious at how Elwood has tarred their reputation and take him to a psychiatric hospital, euphemistically called Chumley’s Rest. What follows next is one of the most fascinating and poignant storylines that I’ve ever seen in cinema: The doctor admits and promises to “cure” Elwood by giving him an injection of a serum called “Formula 977” that will permanently prevent him from seeing Harvey ever again. The taxi driver who brings Vita and Harvey to Chumley’s Rest is booked to wait-and-return, but demands that Elwood pays the fare before he has the treatment. When Vita asks him why, the cabbie replies: “I’ve been driving people to this place for years and on the way out we have a swell time. We laugh and joke and stop to watch the sunset and listen to the birds singing. Sometimes we stop to listen to the birds when there ain’t no birds and watch the sunset when it’s raining. And I always get a big tip. But on the way back?... Uh-oh!... They crab, crab, crab! ‘Watch the lights!’ ‘Watch the intersection!’ ‘Hurry up!’ ‘Are we there yet?’ And at the end, no tip. Yet it’s the same passenger with the same driver on the same route! It’s that stuff, what the doctors give ‘em up here. Turns ‘em into ‘perfectly normal human beings’, and I know what stinkers they are!” Vita suddenly realizes that she doesn’t want Elwood made “normal” and loves him for the person that he really is, white rabbit and all, and bursts into the doctor’s room just in time to stop Elwood being given the injection.

Many people, children especially, have an ability to see things beyond this world, this 3D/linear time plain that we live in. Yet the Illuminati don’t want us to do that. They want us to believe that this world is all there is. Their power over us depends on us being bored, despondent and demoralized, focused on our toecaps instead of looking up at the flowers and trees. It’s a bit like putting blinkers on as horse. They know they can’t rule people who refuse to put on those blinkers. They are terrified of people like Elwood P Dowd who can see beyond the veil. This is why they descend with such enraged panic on anyone who exhibits signs of being able to do that. They spiritually blind us from the earliest age. Many children who have “imaginary friends” are committed to a psychiatrist and given medicine and indoctrination to brainwash them out of it. They’re told to “grow up” and are warned that other kids will bully and reject them unless they stop “this imaginary friend nonsense”. Many parents innocently collaborate with this programme in the belief that it is the best thing for their child, only because when they were children they probably experienced the same brainwashing by their own parents. Another more recent film on this subject is Drop Dead Fred. It’s about a woman whose imaginary friend from childhood comes back to haunt her. The film is a comedy and Rik Mayall plays the imaginary friend, but the theme of the story is the same as that of Harvey. In this case the woman is given sinister green pills by the doctor, who’s “a world-leading expert on the imaginary friend problem”, that she takes twice a day and her imaginary friend gets weaker and weaker every time while he pleads with her to stop. In the end he persuades her, but not soon enough to prevent him from disappearing out of her life forever. There follows a very moving farewell. But the film ends happily when the woman discovers that her boyfriend’s son is now seeing the same imaginary friend that she did!

Credo Mutwa, the Zulu Shaman I mentioned below, addresses this subject in his long interview with David Icke. He relates how South African children who were given the BCG vaccination were robbed of the ability to see otherworldly beings. I think this is the same thing as Western children being stripped of their imaginary friends. It would be called "beneficial" and a "cure" in Western society, but in Mutwa's world the people understood what was really going on. They went to great lengths to "protect their children's spiritual eyes": Burning the kids' arms with hot maize grain to make a fake BCG mark. Credo also mentions that Zulu children were given a pink sugary sweet called "Bonsela" that they became addicted to; and it had the same effect. Maybe Bonsela contained chemical additives that resemble "Formula 977". In the modern West, food and drink laced with aspartame and other additives is most strongly marketed to children. Why is that eh?

If any HPANWO readers have small children who report seeing “imaginary friends” then I urge you to encourage that! Ask them about their friend; what do they look like, what’s their name? Ask the child to introduce you to them! Their friend may well not be imaginary. It may well be the kind of thing you used to see as a child before the powers of Conformism shut our minds down and made us into “sane, normal, good citizens”. A whole new generation of people will be soon be living whom the Illuminati cannot blinker. When that happens their rule will be over, forever. It will be a memory, like the one you might have of your own childhood imaginary friend. When that day comes, who knows? Maybe you and your old imaginary friend will be reunited! Then you can play together for the rest of your life in a society that welcomes and accepts you both.

Roswell's Galore!

The five or six years after World War II saw a global UFO flap that was never seen in all history; in a sense this flap is still going on, although it has decreased slightly since the early 50's. This flap coincided with two very significant developments in human technology: nuclear weapons and space-rockets. Put the two together and it's understandable that any extraterrestrial community would be concerned by this! We're a species taking the first steps beyond our home planet, but we're still exhibiting aggressive and acquisitive behaviour; we're a serious threat to Galactic peace! The post-war flap, as I said, covered the world, but it seems to have been centred in a particular region: the central United States, specifically New Mexico. This was probably because it was the site of both the White Sands space-rocket development centre and Roswell AAB, the home base of “Enola Gay” and the 509th bomber squadron, the only nuclear armed unit in the world at the time (supposedly!). It was in New Mexico that the highlight of the extraterrestrial showcase took place: Roswell. However, anyone who delves beyond shop-window UFOlogy will soon find that Roswell was just one of many instances in which a UFO came to grief on the Earth's surface and was secretly salvaged by the authorities. Maybe it doesn't even deserve to be the most famous.

In 1950 the journalist Frank Scully (Any relation to the X-Files' Dana!?) published the book Behind the Flying Saucers. Now long out of print and virtually forgotten, it was the first in the long genre of UFO conspiracy books. It was a massive best-seller and maybe deserves a more prominent spot in UFO investigations. The books contained the revelations of an intelligence contact Scully called "Dr Gee". Dr Gee's information is that just a few months after Roswell another UFO crashed in New Mexico near the small town of Aztec. He spoke of how the military had moved in on the site and sealed it off. The UFO was a metallic disc 100 feet across made of very thin and light, but very strong material, just like the one at Roswell. The recovery crew managed to gain entry to the craft through a broken window and even dismantle it once they found out how. It seemed to be built in a modular fashion, designed to come apart. The separate modules were loaded onto flatbed lorries and driven through the night to an airbase where they were taken to Wright-Patterson AFB, the most secret base until Area 51 was built in the 50's. They also found 16 alien bodies inside the craft which were examined by military pathologists. They were said to be small, 37-42 inches in height, but humanoid. They also looked like they’d been burnt slightly. The book has been denounced as a hoax in many circles seeing as Scully wouldn't identify Dr Gee or produce any hard evidence to back up the story, but according to Bill Steinman, this is no longer the case. He has it on record that there was a sighting of a 100ft disc on the 25th of March 1948 and it was picked up by three separate radar posts. This gave the military skywatchers a very accurate triangulation and it crashed at Aztec right where Scully said it did. If “Dr Gee” was still alive in 1987 when Steinman made his statement then maybe he is the same source.

The term “Roswell” has become a noun that means any kind of Roswell-style UFO incident, one where an extraterrestrial craft crashes and the government secretly salvages it and then covers it up; and it’s only a matter of time before the word is added to the Oxford English Dictionary under that definition. Nearly everyone has heard of the Roswell incident, but how many have heard of Aztec? This is what is not yet understood by the public: In the same way that Nessie is not the only lake monster, Roswell was not a one-off either. It was the most famous and well-publicized of many similar events that have happened and continue to happen all the time. I learned about the Aztec Incident from a seminal UFO book, Above Top Secret by Timothy Good. It was written in the mid-eighties and is still one of the best introductions to the subject in town. Timothy Good is probably my favourite UFOlogist and I’ve read several more of his titles. In the book he describes another crash in 1947, at Paradise Valley, Arizona. In 1948 there was a crash at Laredo on the border of Mexico and Texas and the incident was dealt with from Carswell AFB, Texas. There was another crash in Arizona in 1953 and at Kecksburg, Pennsylvania in 1965. Not that the United States is any kind of “A34 accident black-spot” for our ET buddies; UFO’s crash all over the world and when they do the response from the governments in those countries is exactly the same… almost as if there is some global policy in place to deal with the matter! David Icke’s South African friend, Credo Mutwa (More about him later), talks of at least two separate events in his own country in his famous interview with Icke. Rumours persist of events in Brazil, Russia, other parts of the former USSR, Ireland and Canada. Britain is no exception. There are several events that deserve the title “Britain’s Roswell”; one at Charlton in Wiltshire in 1963 where the potato field in which it happened was sealed off when a TV crew turned up! There was a “Welsh Roswell” in 1974, the Berwyn Mountains Incident, that is reported in the book Cosmic Crashes by Nick Redfern (I was living in Lampeter, Wales at the time so I might have heard rumours of the event; but I was only two or three years old so I imagine it went a bit over my head!)

I wonder what the Project Blue Book director, J Allen Hynek, would have called this phenomenon. He is the UFOlogist who coined the phrase “Close Encounters of the Third Kind” and was a consultant to Stephen Spielberg’s film of that title. “Fourth” and “Fifth” have already been taken by the exopolitics movement to refer to contact initiated by the aliens and contact initiated by humans. I suppose “Close Encounters of the Sixth Kind” will have to do! There may be “Seventh” and “Eighth” too; the list is not exhaustive. The moral of this story is that we need to keep watching the skies, but also give the ground a quick glance now and again, because we never know when and where the next Roswell will happen. It could be where you live!

(Related article: http://hpanwo.blogspot.com/2008/01/david-adair-area-51-scientist.html)

UNISON Article

I've been asked to write an article for the newspaper of my trade union, UNISON. It's about civil liberties and I relate the incident I report in HPANWO last year when my daughter's school tried to fingerprint her (Background: http://hpanwo.blogspot.com/2007/08/biometrics-in-schools.html ) This one is just a brief spot of 243 words, but the branch chair wants me to do a longer one for a future edition. In writing the article I compromised, something I'm not proud of, but if I was too brutally honest and started going into some of the background to the erosion of civil liberties that I've written on HPANWO then the editor would pull it. I hope I've done the right thing. Here it is:

If the government want to implement a policy that the public supports they’ll say they’re doing their duty by bowing to the will of the people. If they want to introduce a policy that the public does not support they will pour contempt on the will of the people and implement it behind our backs by skullduggery and manipulation. A few months ago I had to give my daughter's school an angry phone-call because they were trying to take her fingerprints for the new electronic library database, and they weren't even going to ask the parents' permission! They’re so transparent: Get the next generation used to a culture of constant surveillance and no civil liberties. Is it just me or is the world becoming like the setting of George Orwell's book 1984? All healthcare staff have to wear an ID badge with a barcode on it, as if we're products not people, and now we’re being fast-tracked into the National ID card scheme (Airport staff are also named) As always they're using the excuse of "security" and getting their media cronies like Rupert Murdoch to publish such fear-mongering material that I'm surprised that I can step outside my front door because my neighbour is probably a paedophile, Avian flu-infected, ASBO-toting terrorist asylum-seeker! I will never enroll in the NID card scheme and I urge all NHS staff to do the same. The Poll Tax was brought down through mass-non-cooperation; let’s make history repeat itself!

"It's a Tough Game, Son!"

Ever since I first read The Biggest Secret, I’ve had an ambition to read every book ever written by David Icke. I immediately ordered …and The Truth Shall Set you Free and read it; then I went on to The Robots’ Rebellion and I am Me, I am Free. Then I picked up his four early works: Truth Vibrations, Heal The World and two other less well-known titles: Love Changes Everything and Days of Decision. Then I came across a copy of his 1993 autobiography In The Light of Experience, which is very rare. I then found out that he’d written another book on environmental issues before he “went spiritual”: It Doesn’t Have to be Like This. In the meantime I perused all his new books that we all know so well: Alice, Matrix, Time Loop, Infinite Love and Guide. I’ve got them arranged on my bookshelf in a long, proud display, in order of age (or at least I will when the people I’ve lent them to return them!) 15 titles in all. A pretty good oevre for any author.

But guess what! There’s a 16th book which David wrote in 1983 and was published by Piccolo, long before he “went spiritual” or even Green. It’s called "It’s a Tough Game, Son" and it came out in a single edition, long since out of print. It’s all about football and so not really relevant to his present work, but nevertheless it is a David Icke book so I decided I’d read it if ever I could; although I never really thought I’d find one, seeing as it’s so rare. But then last March at the UK Probe conference in Lancashire there was a man with a book stall. I was amazed to see a copy of the 16th David Icke book there for sale; I felt like an astronomer who’s found a new planet! It didn’t have a marked price so asked the seller how much he wanted for it. He said he didn’t know and told me to name a price. I picked it up and saw that it had originally sold for £1.50. I was about to point this out when I got a pang of guilt. This book is really a collector’s item and I felt like I would be robbing him. I told the man so and he said “OK, 20 quid”. I decided that that was too expensive and walked off wishing I’d kept my mouth shut. A few hours later I’d changed my mind, handed over £20 and got a faded 128-page book which was so old it doesn’t even have a barcode on it. But who cares? It completes my collection. My shelf is now full of every single David Icke book!

The book was written during David’s time as a sports journalist and is primarily aimed at teenage boys who are good at football and have a desire to play professionally. It is a guidebook, giving advice and warnings to any aspiring player. David is brutally honest from the first page; he begins with relating the lament of his own career and how it was destroyed by injury. He says: “Few professions can provide such elation and despair, sometimes within seconds of each other… It can be a cruel, cruel business. Don’t forget it.”. The sad truth is that there are probably millions of young boys, and some girls, who dream of being big football stars, like the ones we see all the time on TV: some of the most famous names in the country. But of those millions, including very talented schoolboy players, only a 1000 or less are signed up as apprentices by top league clubs every year, and of those 1000, only a fraction ever pass on to be professionals. There are young teenagers who shine as youth or under-21 stars, even winning major international tournaments, who then flop because the competition is so fierce in the senior league and their very names are forgotten. Even if the apprentice is taken on by the club as an adult professional, he will need to fight and claw his way up a greasy pole to make it onto the pitch with the first team in a league or cup match. Three quarters of professionals are dropped in their first year without so much as being on the subs’ bench. The figure is reduced even more when you consider that of that lucky quarter; only a few do well enough to be invited back in front of the fans again. And as David himself found out only too well, the spectre of injury holds its dagger poised over every player’s head constantly, no matter how successful you are.

The most interesting thing about reading this book is when David wrote it, he had no idea of what the future would hold for him. How could he have guessed that 8 years later he’d be standing on a mound in Peru possessed by spirit energy? As a reader who knows what happened to him after he wrote this book, I searched avidly for any clues in the writing that might indicate where David’s destiny lay. I also looked to see any similarities in his style with the familiar one he has today. Sure enough there are a few: “If you remember nothing else from this book, for your own sake please remember these next few lines.” Does this sound like a familiar phrase? It’s what David often says today when he introduces Problem-Reaction-Solution. In this book he introduces the subject of so-called “blue forms” with the same words. Blue forms are (or were at the time of writing) contracts given out by the biggest clubs to schoolboy players. David believes that they are a complete con. He says that they force the young player to only play for that one club and refuse all offers by others. It also provides no guarantee of being signed up as a professional player when you leave school, or even an apprenticeship. David recommends to the reader that they refuse to sign it and instead asks to be offered an apprentice’s contract after they’ve left school. If the club is really interested, they’ll wait, and if they’re not then they’ll drop you anyway.

All in all David makes the world of being a new footballer sound a bit like Pop Idol complete with its Simon Cowells who shatter a young man’s dreams in an instant with a brief interview in the coach’s office, or even a simple letter saying “We no longer require you to play for us”. But here’s another clue to David’s future: He ends on a very positive note, just like he does in all his future books. He says that he would never dissuade anyone from trying, because you’ve got absolutely nothing to lose! For all the heartache and devastating disappointment, for the few who make it to stardom, it’s a wonderfully rewarding life. Even if you don’t then you can often find a very happy life playing in part-time leagues; he sites a friend of his who used to play alongside him at Coventry City. He goes on to describe a few players whom he deeply admires, especially his fellow goalie and inspiration, Peter Shilton. When David was playing at Coventry, he used to travel all the way to Nottingham every Saturday when he wasn’t selected to play, even after a tough morning’s training, to watch the magic of Shilton’s goalkeeping. He describes in great detail an incident during a 1978 match between Leicester and Nottingham Forest where one of Leicester’s top strikers is almost on the goal line, in the air, waiting for a perfectly-weighted cross while Shilton was on the other side of the goalmouth. In any other situation that shot is as good as scored, like a gun at point-blank range, but somehow Shilton saves it! He twists his body back reaches out with an arm that seems to be infinitely long, and nudges the ball over the bar! The striker and the other Leicester players can’t believe it! Shilton was the eternal perfectionist, according to David, never accepting second best, ever critical of his own performance; fanatically dedicated. He used to train for hours in the gym, missing lunch and dinner, perfecting new ways to punch and jab the ball. David describes Shilton as quite simply “the greatest goalkeeper the world has ever seen” (And three years after this book was published Diego Maradona was forced to cheat in order to get a goal past Shilton to get Argentina through their match with England in the Mexico World Cup tie). He also sites Bryan Robson, Steve Perryman and John Hollins as players who’ve faced the terrible challenges of the football system and triumphed. They are the success stories of the meat grinder he describes that the young players have to come through.

David wrote this book long before he had any inkling of the revolution that was to take his life into the world we’ve come to know him in, but even still the structure of the content is familiar. Just like The David Icke Guide to the Global Conspiracy- and How to End It which David was to write more than 20 years later; “It’s a Tough Game, Son” is a book that is frank, shocking, illusion-shattering and disturbing, but it ends with an inspiring and optimistic note. It was written by our Dave alright, and he hasn’t changed that much!