Monday 26 January 2009

"I Went to the Godamn Moon!"

In loving memory of Bill Kaysing and Ralph Rene, two men who weren’t afraid to turn the thoughts of many into words.

This sketch from the hilarious Little Britain comedy show is about the adventures of Bing Gordyn, a retired Apollo astronaut: . It may well be inspired by a real event. This one: . The man Buzz Aldrin attacks is Bart Sibrel, a self-styled researcher into the moon landing hoax. In my view Sibrel is nothing but a cheap opportunist and self-publicist; his attitude is judgmental and his methods are highly unprofessional. However questions over the Apollo missions, and indeed much of the rest of the space programme, continue to circulate in my own mind.

The announcement by NASA in 1969 that they’d succeeded in landing two astronauts on the moon was received with worldwide rapture. Over a billion people watched the live broadcast of the Apollo 11 landing on their TV sets. This was followed by 5 other successful missions. Live TV broadcasts were not the only data the space agency provided. They also brought back photographs of lunar scenes, geological specimens and electromagnetic readings. However a small but vocal minority of people, including myself, still doubt that the Apollo missions really did land men on the moon. This is a subject too long to detail here, but the basic hypothesis is that NASA did not send anyone to the moon and falsified the Apollo data to fool everyone into thinking that they did. The Apollo craft took off from the NASA Cape Canaveral space centre in Florida, but did not go to the moon and merely remained in low Earth orbit. The visual record was then secretly filmed in a studio on Earth and the rocks provided were just ordinary Earth rocks; either that or real moon rocks provided by unmanned craft like the Luna probes. I’ve written more on this subject than any other and I cover the moon hoax hypothesis in every detail during the debates on the HPANWO forum in threads like this one: and .

There are many websites examining this subject, invariably from a pro or anti-conspiracy viewpoint. None which I’ve seen are completely unbiased. What’s more, none of them cover every aspect of the field so you’ll need to do a lot of searching. As always I’m not courting the agreement of HPANWO-readers. I encourage you to look at both sides of the story and make up your own minds. These two websites are probably the best examples of each: Pro: Anti: .

As you can see, the hoax theory has been met by a backlash from debunkers. And in 2007 one of them made a YouTube film, Lunar Legacy. Here it is (Some of this is missing. I remember it being longer):

Lunar Legacy:
Episode 1
Addendum: The TV Transmission Conspiracy Theorists Hate!:

The producer is a YouTube member called “Svector”, whom some claim is really Jay Windley, webmaster of the Clavius site and contributor to the recent National Geographic Channel’s hoax debunking TV show: . On the technical side, Svector is a genius; these are easily the best YouTube vids I’ve seen. They’re very glossy, intricate and very impressive for a home-made amateur production. However like all Moon-landing hoax debunkers, he uses fallacies and makes many errors. Here is a point-by-point critique of them:

Part 1: The narrator introduces the subject in a very prejudicial way by using dysphemisms and “loaded words”: He refers to people who question the Apollo missions as “fanatical conspiracy theorists”, thus setting the scene for how the viewer is meant to perceive us. In the next sentence he uses more loaded words, this time positive ones. He says “every reputable member of the scientific community (says the moon landings were real)”. This immediately engenders in the viewer a warm and attractive image of any learned man who supports the official story of the moon landings. Svector uses loaded language again in Part 3 when he calls us “Conspiracy believers” and in Part 4 where he describes David Percy as an “Apollo conspiracist”. Here’s a Wikipedia explanation of this fallacy: and . Svector then goes on to note the behavior of the surface dust on the moon in order to debunk the theory that it is a very fine material, like talcum or flour, laid out on a studio floor. However he makes the assumption that the same material is used in all the comparison shots. Why assume that? They could have used talcum or flour for the close-ups of footprints and another coarser material for the wider frames of the “astronauts” walking about.
Part 2: I imagine that the production team which gave us the Apollo TV footage were selected more for their willingness to keep secrets than their membership of the David Lean school, but I don’t think even the most sloppy film-maker would fail to pick up on something as blatant as allowing the flag to be seen by the viewer to move in the breeze. However nobody is perfect; here’s one shot that perhaps slipped through the editor’s fingers: .
Part 3: Apollo hoax-debunkers do themselves no favours when they continually hark back to the episode of Penn and Teller’s Bullshit! which concerns the Apollo hoax theory. Penn and Teller are two men for whom anything other than loaded words are anathema! And then the hoax-debunkers go on to claim that if the moon landings were really fake then insiders would have spoken out about it! When they see how people who do so are treated, I doubt that! Svector also quotes the statement denouncing the Fox TV pro-hoax production made by Dr James van Allen, discoverer of the radiation belts that surround the Earth which bear his name. What Svector doesn’t refer to is an earlier statement made by van Allen in which he says words along the lines of: “There exists around the Earth a region of intense radioactive particles against which astronauts will need to be protected”. How dangerous were these radioactive particles? Did they know at the time Apollo was being planned? These two quotes seem contradictory to me. As for Svector’s analysis of Bart Sibrel?... Fair comment!
Part 4: In Part 4 Svector once again attempts to smear the character of a hoax theorist, David Percy, by calling him a “colleague” of Bart Sibrel. Percy is in no way connected to Sibrel other than their shared interest in the moon landing hoax theory. The two sometimes exchange information, as independent researchers often do, but they do not work together. Sibrel’s stencil theory was never one that impressed me and is correctly discounted. However Percy’s transparency theory is much more convincing. Showing that the images of the Earth taken by the camera change over time, mimicking the natural rotation of the planet, does not prove that they are pictures of the real Earth. Percy may well be right in that different transparencies were used, slightly altered images to mark the passage of time. The special effects team may well have anticipated this requirement. Having done so I don’t see why it would be so difficult to change the transparencies, yet still make the footage look like a single unedited shot. TV trickery experts, and even stage conjurers, do things like this all the time. Also in the zoom-out shot afterwards, it does look like something is taped over the Command Module window because you can see a sliver of brighter light shining through a small gap between the edge of whatever is taped up and the window frame. I also wonder why the cameraman, who was presumably Buzz Aldrin because Mike Collins and Neil Armstrong are visible and recognizable in the frame, decided to film the Earth from the far side of the compartment. Why not move closer to the window; it would be a much easier shot?
Addendum: The TV Transmission Conspiracy Theorists Hate!: Eh? I don’t hate this at all! I’m sure this scene was originally in the missing parts of the main Lunar Legacy film, along with a score and captions. Here Svector makes the same mistake he employed in Part 1 when he discussed the surface dust. He uses the absence of a special effect in one shot to prove that the absence of that same effect in another completely separate shot makes that shot real. In this piece of footage we see the camera zoon out and pan to the other Command Module window showing the object we’re told is the Earth in both windows. This shows that in this case they are clearly not using a transparency, but this does not mean that what we see is the real Earth. There are many sci-fi movies that are admittedly fictional that use all the special effects we see in the Apollo visual record.

Unlike most Apollo moon landing doubters, I don’t claim that nobody has ever been to the moon. All I claim is that this achievement did not happen at the time and using the methods and personnel history tells us it did. I think it’s likely, even probable, that people from the Earth have traveled to the moon and probably other planets too. There may even be permanent human settlements all over the solar system and beyond; in fact its possible that the Apollo footage was indeed filmed in an outdoor studio on the moon or a similar airless heavenly body. With the secret technology developed by experts in anti-gravity, along with that back-engineered from salvaged alien spacecraft crashes, it seems unlikely that initiated members of the human race have not used this technology to build craft with capabilities way beyond anything of those publicly-available. Humanity will never travel around the solar system in the crude, Stone Age chemical rockets we see chugging their way labouriously into low Earth orbit on TV. Hopefully one day soon all people on our planet will have access to the sophisticated science the Illuminati currently hoards for its own advantage and then we will indeed become creatures of the stars.

Saturday 24 January 2009

Ben's Bookcase

I've started a new blog specially for my fictional literture. That way I can keep the main HPANWO site for articles only. I've already posted a short story I wrote a few months ago: Our Lusitania: Hope you enjoy it.

Thursday 15 January 2009

Eyes of the Centaur

I wasn’t originally going to write publicly about this subject. It concerns some very painful memories over which I’m very sensitive. However after reading Ellis’ new book Dogged Days (which I review here I found the matter I discuss below rearing its head with even more significance than before and the time has come to address it, to express it and to open it to “peer review” by HPANWO readers. In my review of Ellis’s book I refer to an incident which happened to me as a child in Green College. "Dogged Days had an effect on me that no other book has in that it triggered a forgotten, and possibly suppressed, memory of something very significant that happened to me at Green College, Oxford when I was 10 years old.” What that incident was occurred in about 1981 or 1982 when I was around 10 years old. Now that the memory of it has returned it’s reasonably vivid. I was at a wedding reception in the college hall and a friend of mine tried to commit suicide.

Green Templeton College is famous for its tower which used to be an 18th Century observatory. It is some 130 feet high and 30 to 40 feet across. Today it contains a viewing gallery accessed by a spiral staircase that runs around the walls. It has a hexagonal plan and is based on the Tower of the Winds in Athens. Here’s the college’s official site: . The dinner was over, the cake had been cut and the adults congressed round the bar while we kids ran about the place playing. We climbed up the stairs to the top of the tower and that’s when it happened. The boy involved had been acting perfectly normally up to that point. He was somebody I knew quite well and played with a lot. We were at the top of the stairs by the gallery when he suddenly went silent, stopped what he was doing, walked over to the banisters at the top of the staircase and climbed onto them. He threw one leg over as if he was about to jump off; as I said the tower is about 130 feet high! If someone did that today I would grab him and try to stop him, but I was too young to understand what was happening. Then someone, I think it was my dad, spotted what he was doing and shouted at him from the ground floor "GET OFF THERE!" or words to that effect. My friend seemed to snap out of it and climbed back down onto the gallery floor. When I asked him why he'd done that he got very irritable and said "Fuckin' shut up!" and wouldn't talk about it. I’d totally forgotten about the whole affair until Ellis’ book dug up the memory. Ellis says at the start of the book that Green College is “reputed to be an entrance to the Underworld”. This in itself is very significant in relation to the event which took place that day; what in my view is even more significant is the wedding that was being celebrated, especially the groom.

I can’t remember how Centaur (not his real name) came into the life of my family. But I remember him from a very young age. He seemed to be forever at our house. He always used to walk in without knocking or ringing the doorbell, the only person outside the family who’s ever done that. He had thick light-brown hair and always wore a bush-green woolen jumper. He was a keen musician and played the piano and recorder with my mum and dad. He was there all the time, every evening of every day, all day at weekends. He really had his feet under the table! He eventually got married and his was the wedding we went to at Green College. After that I thankfully saw less of him, but he was still on the scene. He and his new wife moved into a house just a few hundred yards away from ours. You see Centaur was abusing me. I can’t remember a lot of the time we were alone together, but I do recall feeling terrified like I’ve never felt before or since. I don’t know how serious the abuse was, but I remember him hitting me around the face, shouting and swearing at me. There was one incident where he did this in front of my parents and some of their friends. My parents just stood there like sheep and did nothing to stop him. Afterwards when we were alone they came to me and told me that Centaur regretted doing it, but I had been misbehaving and needed to be controlled. Yes, I had been misbehaving, but the way they used this to mitigate and almost justify Centaur’s actions baffles and disgusts me to this day. If anyone did to my own daughter what Centaur did to me… it would be the last thing they ever did, and I wouldn't give a damn if she’d spat on his head. It took me most of the next two decades to forgive my mum and dad for that. But forgive them I did; you see Centaur had some kind of psychological hold over them both. As far as they were concerned, he was God. What I saw as my parents’ weakness, their cognitive dissonance, their denial, was in fact something far worse. Centaur had them under a hypnotic spell! It reminds me very much of Stewart Swerdlow’s description of when he was being controlled by “Rosie 2” in his book Blue Blood, True Blood. My mum and dad were his puppets. I found out many years later that my dad had had a fling with Centaur’s girlfriend, the one he was with before his wife, but that cannot explain their devotion and obedience to him. Today I feel no anger for my parents, only pity. I see them in the same way I see Swerdlow. I just feel anger for Centaur. A few years ago I confided in a close friend about all this and he said: “Ben, do you want to sort him out? If you do I’ll help you. We’ll drive to where he lives and give him some of what he gave you.” I’m pleased to say I resisted the temptation. If I took revenge on Centaur I’d end up in jail, away from my own child, maybe for many years. I’d be cutting off my nose to spite my face. Also by taking revenge on him I’d be giving him the message that he still had power over me, the power to make me hate him and to act on that hate. It would be very empowering for him indeed. The greatest insult I can give to him is to not take revenge and to get on with my life irrespective of him. Making him irrelevant in my thoughts and in my life is a far worse kick in the teeth than a literal one would be!... Centaur? Centaur who?

I never saw Centaur for years until my mum’s funeral in December 2006. He turned up with his wife and kids, but he’s no longer a danger to me now; he’s in his mid 50’s and I’m bigger than he is now! What’s more even if I wasn’t, I’ve got dignity and nothing can take that from me. I never spoke to him or even looked at him. However I caught a brief glimpse of him at my mum’s graveside. As soon as the burial was over, of all the people who were there, my dad went straight over to Centaur and started talking to him sycophantically. My dad still takes on a strange ecstatic look in his eyes whenever he talks about Centaur or someone mentions his name. It seems Centaur’s power over my parents is still there. Nevertheless I’m glad to say that he now lives a long way away and I don’t think he has been to my dad’s house since the funeral. I still worry about my dad though and would be very concerned in Centaur ever tried to worm his way back into my dad’s life.

The one thing which I’ve never forgotten about Centaur was his eyes. There’s a saying that the eyes are the window of the soul. Well Centaur’s eyes were windows to nothing. They were electric blue and were blank, dead, like a corpse’s eyes or even a doll’s; no depth, no life, no consciousness. They looked like they were painted onto his face. It still makes me shudder when I think of it. When he smiled he looked like a robot smiling. He was a very charming and intelligent man, well-spoken. He was educated, a teacher of mathematics and music and my parents arranged for him to tutor me and my brother privately; one more foothold he had in our family’s life. He was also a computer expert and helped me set up my first PC, an old Sinclair ZX Spectrum. These so called “helping hands” he gave us were just one more exercise in his power over our family. He was popular and had a wide circle of friends; he was the centre of attention at every party. But he was emotionally very calm and even cold; nothing seemed to ruffle him. But, as I found out only too well, all that charm and sophistication hid a domineering, deeply violent and sadistic heart. This once again caught on my mind as I read Ellis’ book. In Chapter 4 of Dogged Days Ellis describes a visit to the Castle Hotel in Tintagel, Cornwall. The place has a peculiar atmosphere and Ellis’ meets a rather strange art-dealer. But the most interesting part is his description of the hotel staff. One of them has a “shadow-eyed but smiling mouth visage”. There was also a waitress in the cafeteria who is said to be “dead-eyed”. This really rings a bell with my own observations of Centaur.

Several different researchers have been talking and writing recently about people who are “not people”. Paola Harris and others speak of humanoid extraterrestrials, beings from other worlds who live among us without us knowing, but Paola’s description is of beings very like us in terms of thoughts, feelings and spirit. These aliens she talks about may be real and live among us, but I strongly suspect that the “not-people” are a different phenomenon altogether. Different researchers give them different names. David Icke uses the term “red dress” in reference to the woman in the red dress, a computer simulation of a human from The Matrix. Amitakh Stanford calls them “organic portals”; Ted Twietmeyer calls them “black-eyed beings”. They are all describing the same thing in my view. The central theme of these not-people (the term I shall use, for want of a better one) is that they are human in physical form, but do not have what is commonly referred to as “human consciousness”. And this leads to the question of what that means anyway. People like Richard Dawkins and others are constantly referring to human consciousness as a singular object, as if it is unique, ubiquitous and indistinguishable in all human beings. Maybe not all humans have the same kind of consciousness and that the term itself covers a multitude of different states of mind. The consciousness of the not-people is described in various ways, but the phrase “they have no soul” is a recurring one. Well, I don’t pretend to know what a “soul” is; nobody does. Philosophers have been debating that since Socrates and today even neuroscientists have drawn a blank. But for practical purposes the statement is still clear and simple: not-people have no feeling of “I-ness”, self-awareness or Cartesian being. What are they if they have no human soul? I don’t think any honest person can claim to know. I’m reminded of Matthew Delooze’s theory about an intelligence from a dimension beyond our own sucking energy out of this one (See links column, and: Beings from other dimensions may be able to take physical forms in the same way beings native to this one do; this idea is explored in the film The Mist (

The research pages into the “black-eyed kids” usually talk of feelings of great repulsion and fear in folk who encounter these beings. It could be that the not-people are the Reptilians David Icke and others talk about. I met a woman last year who claimed to have known one of these beings and has written a book about her experiences ( I’ll have to read it. If these phenomena are all the same thing then it’s obvious they appear differently to different people. Some can’t see anything amiss at all, others see them shape-shift into grotesque Reptilian humanoid creatures, some see people with eyes which are totally black (This is what David Icke claims to have seen when he met the former British Prime Minister, Edward Heath), some see Reptilians but only see the eyes change into snake-like eyes. But the most common aspect that people tell me personally is what Ellis’ reports: people with “dead eyes”. Eyes that look anatomically normal, but they lack some etheric quality that makes them “alive”. Science will tell you what eyes are literally; sense organs that have evolved to pick up electromagnetic radiation, and the frequency they can perceive is what we call “light”. But like many other body organs the eyes’ biological function is not their whole essence, which is clear when we hear catchphrases like “window of the soul” or “he died of a broken heart” or “lily-livered” or “she’s got guts, that one!”. I'm also fascinated by the concept of "Eye of Sauron" in Lord of the Rings as this all-seeing, overriding beacon of darkness. It could be that sometimes we achieve the psychic ability to see through the “window of the soul” into the house of the mind… and realize that there’s nobody home.

Along with fear and repulsion, witnesses also report that not-people with dead eyes tend to be very cold and emotionally dispassionate; they also commonly exhibit very antisocial and aggressive behavior. Paradoxically though, at the same time they are often described as people with a bizarre kind of attractiveness or magnetism, an ability to enthrall and enchant others. All this fits into what I felt during my relationship with Centaur. I’ve known one other person in my life with those kinds of eyes and she too exhibited these very same character traits. It’s not my intention here to demonize anyone who has these traits, nor would I advocate prejudging someone like that either, but I have a right to comment frankly on how another person’s behavior affects me.

When Ellis nominates Green College as an “entrance to the underworld” I’m not sure whether he means a physical underworld, in the form of Oxford’s many secret tunnels and catacombs, or an extra-dimensional underworld in the form of a stargate to another lower frequency Lovecraftian meta-hell. I’ll have to ask him when I see him. Is there a connection here between this alleged underworld entrance, Centaur and his bride choosing that location for their wedding reception and my little friend’s attempt to throw himself off the tower gallery? I’ve checked the archives of the local newspapers and there’s no evidence that Green College is a “suicide hot-spot”, but I’ve asked a friend of mine who works there as a butler (always an occupation adept at transmitting and receiving gossip!) to look into the matter privately and let me know if he hears any rumours.

Wednesday 7 January 2009

Dogged Days by Ellis Taylor

You can buy a copy of Dogged Days here: For technical reasons the book might be hard to obtain through the usual retail channels and ordering it here might be your only way to get one. However I've been in touch with Ellis and he's told me that this situation should soon be remedied. In fact by the time you read this it could already be so; in which case you can order it from any bookshop.

From the moment I first encountered the work of Ellis Taylor I knew that the world was not the place I previously thought it was. For many years now he has been compassionately and courageously sharing his remarkable life story in his books and articles and Dogged Days is the most recent installment in that epic tale. Ellis is an Australian-born paranormal researcher, author, lecturer, hypnotherapist and numerologist. He lives in Perth, Australia and Oxford and you can usually see him at conferences and study events all over the world. This is how I first met him: he’s a Probe Buddy. You can read my report on his latest Probe lecture here: . See my links column for his website.

Ellis describes himself as an “otherworld traveler” and throughout his life he has spent time experiencing a world that is normally hidden from view behind the screen that demarcates the universe that we know as “Reality”. Modern Conformist Western Logical Materialism constantly tells us (sometimes with a twinge of desperation!) that “Reality” is all that exists and there is nothing beyond it, but this is not true. I too have had first-hand experience of phenomena beyond the veil, but not as extreme as Ellis’. Ellis says on the blurb of the book: “We’re informed that humans who come forward to recount their contact with other worlds and beings are merely chasing glory or making… money. Well let me tell you that there is little or no money in the field and there is certainly no glory.” And I’d go as far as to say that it’s worse than merely “no glory”. Anyone who speaks out about encounters like Ellis’ is made a laughing-stock and few people are willing to brave that. Ellis should therefore be congratulated for this reason alone. I wonder how many other people have had similar experiences to Ellis but dare not talk about them.

I live in Oxford too and, although I’d never originally met Ellis in my hometown, his work has made me look at the city in a different light and encouraged me to do my own research and make my own discoveries; see here: . The history of this ancient and fascinating city, like all history, exists on two levels: the official and the folk. It is in the folk history that the true revelations can be found and a surprising amount of it has been discovered through otherworld journeys like Ellis’. Hauntings, ghosts, intuitive revelation, secret chambers and passageways and underhand plots.

Ellis has been having these experiences his whole life. As a small baby he remembers seeing “the men” in his bedroom, “men” who are not human and in fact not any creature of our world. He’s discovered marks on his body that cannot be explained and severe pain that has no obvious cause. He’s suffered from missing time on many occasions in his life. In the book he explains how this happened when he was driving near the town of North Walsham in Norfolk. He decided to break his journey to make a phonecall, pulled up in a layby and saw a lorry parked in front of him. On the side of the vehicle was the word “REPCO”, and that came back to him later when he saw a TV documentary on the Moors Murderers which featured a vehicle with the same word on it. After a while he continued his journey, went down a road and came to a no-entry sign that he'd not seen before. He slammed on his brakes and almost collided with the cars behind him. Eventually when he arrived at his destination he had a few hours missing time! Clearly something strange happened to him in that layby and it wouldn’t be the first time. To this day he can't recall what it was; although this might be possible one day with hypnosis. Oddly enough the place where Ellis’ experience took place was very near the base of the old Sandringham Company of the Norfolk Regiment, an entire army unit that mysteriously vanished while fighting at Gallipoli in 1915. The fact that he was reminded of this “REPCO” van on such a TV programme has a special poignancy for Ellis. Part of the awareness of being an otherworld traveler concerns the true motive for some of the most terrible crimes humans ever commit: the kidnap, abuse and murder of children. They are often far more than random killings by deranged perverts. Some are highly organized and done for evil occult reasons. Dogged Days, like Ellis last book In These Signs Conquer, is at times disturbing reading, but as Ellis says: “Despite all the brickbats that come with Contact you realize that you have been privileged to catch an awesome glimpse at creation.”

One of things I like most about Ellis’ stories is that because so many occur in Oxford I can easily visit the places where they took place. Ellis cut his adult teeth in the same place I did: The Minchery Farm Country Club. It was near here where he saw a spectral figure in white. There’s a Roman road that runs through that area and it’s a hotbed of paranormal activity. I’m familiar with this district and live just round the corner from it, but the area has changed. The old Minchery Farm club has been bulldozed down and a massive sports and leisure complex has been built over the top of it centred on Oxford United’s new horseshoe-shaped stadium. Ellis points out how the fortunes of the team have declined since they moved to their new home. The former Division One (Premiership) leaders and Milk Cup winners are now skipping in and out of the bottom of the league. (In Ellis’ previous books and articles he goes into detail about the symbolism and numerology of structures like the Kassam Stadium)

Dogged Days had an effect on me that no other book has in that it triggered a forgotten, and possibly suppressed, memory of something very significant that happened to me at Green College, Oxford when I was 10 years old. Ellis says that there is a portal to the underworld beneath the college's famous observatory tower. If you’ve got similar lacunae in your memory then the book might help you too. This could be pleasant or unpleasant, but either way it can only be enlightening.

Ellis recounts many things that have happened to him since his last book was published. He’s taken trips to the UFO conference in Nevada (See the Probe lecture report), been on TV in Ireland with Paola Harris and took a trip to a Cornish hotel where the staff appeared otherworldly and he and his companion were met by a strange art dealer. He gives his own impressions of the death of Dean Warwick at the Autumn 2006 Probe Conference, a very controversial incident that has split the Conference circuit down the middle. (Here’s what I wrote about it myself: ) The world Ellis has investigated is far from safe and sheltered. He has uncovered horrors on an abyssal level, but also great joys. One of the most moving incidents reported in the book was where he is contacted by the spirit of his recently-deceased 9-year-old niece.

Dogged Days is a book written on a human level in a simple style. It tells the story of a man like any other, someone you can identify with and sympathize with, but one who walks a tightrope suspended between this universe and others unseen that burst our lives out of the illusion that we’ve been told is the One Sole Reality. What he has experienced is real. Other people around him have witnessed some of the strangeness that he is involved in, including myself. His experiences made me laugh, they made me cry, and above all they made me wonder! Hopefully they will make you wonder too.
(Addendum: I've written in detail about my memory recovered by the book here:

Saturday 3 January 2009

The New Doctor

Jane Tranter- The BBC's Propaganda Queen?

The BBC have announced who is going to play the 11th Doctor in Doctor Who, probably the most carefully-cast part in all of screen drama! It is Matt Smith, a 26-year-old actor from Northampton:

Here is a Doctor Who Confidential special on the subject of the new Doctor and when I saw it made me almost fall off my seat!

The first person interviewed is Jane Tranter. She's no longer just working on single BBC TV dramas any more; someone has appointed her Controller of all BBC Fiction! Jane Tranter is a name that has come up again and again in my research. Whenever TV dramas promoting Conformist themes are broadcast, she'll be found in the credits. (Is she aware of the role she’s playing? I don’t know. She may be a puppet of higher powers) I've written about her before here:

This lady has an interesting past; she joined the BBC in 1985 and began in radio drama then for four years was a floor manager for TavistockEnders. But this was not Tranter’s only involvement in Conformist propaganda; when she got involved with commissioning she worked on the dramas like Casanova, Casualty, Holby City, Hotel Babylon and Rome which are all laced with very virulent Conformist themes. Tranter brought in the original series of Spooks and has recently launched Spooks- Code 9 (See link above). Today she is in control of Fiction. There are hundreds of independent filmmakers in Britain who have scripts and production designs for all sorts of movies and serials with a huge variety of styles and themes, but nothing gets broadcast on mainstream TV without being commissioned at the highest level by the Network management. Tranter might have her say on what gets broadcast or doesn’t, but senior BBC executives decide whether or not to employ Tranter.

I'll never forget the opening scene in one of her previous "masterpieces" Casanova. It shows the famous Italian philanderer, Giacomo Casanova (played by the future Doctor David Tennant) running away from a mob of angry husbands because he's been shagging their wives. The wives all have Conformist good-looks and the husbands are all Conformistly ugly. The scene ends with Casanova succeeding in his escape. He's on a boat on a river or Venetian canal and the husbands are on a bridge looking at him totally distraught and demoralized. Cassie say: "Guys, all I'm doing is what you too would do if you could." This is blatant sexually Conformist indoctrination. It's saying: "Sex is for Conformists only! Conform or you will never have it! If you can’t Conform then die in frustration and despair!” The moral of the story was that those husbands deserved to be cuckolded by the young, handsome Casanova for the crime of being Conformistly unattractive and daring to marry Conformistly attractive women.

I write in far more detail about Sexual Conformism in my article on The Grimlys here:

So after hearing this news I'd watch out for an emerging Conformist bias in the new series of Doctor Who when Matt Smith takes the TARDIS controls. You can bet I will be; and I'll be sure to point it out to you if I spot any!