These past years, after he began writing, working
on his mirror, the countries where he lives, the
United States, then the United Kingdom,
has deteriorated even further.
The person at Glastonbury has a mirror Kewe will read
quite often. She writes about people who live in great ships that sail in the air, ships not seen by most people.
She writes of how within the United States, the United
Kingdom, a secret enclave of government have contact with
representatives of the home worlds, allied with leaders that
live in the home frequencies from where come these ships.
It is a strange business, for the beings in air-ships can
bring humans to their ships, a frequency manipulation of
the physical body, but also able to replicate a ghost body in which the ghost human mind, now separate from the brain,
can be placed for a period of time, the mind believing it
remains in control of a human body.
Kewe will read on mirrors that secret groupings truth
is secrecy is becoming more widely exposed have alliance with those who control large corporations that pervade the planet. He will read that officers and board members of these extremely large enterprises hold enormous power over those elected into political positions. These world-wide businesses far exceeding the power of the Barons of industry of our time.
But hidden still are the dark projects. Budgets passed
by legislators, these experiments taking place, and the dark research, are funded partially from tax, more from opiate sales from the land of the Afghans, and cocaine importation.
Dark projects, secret government, the power of those who
have control of world-wide corporations, has grown vastly
in the time that Kewe has been alive. A grimness that few wish to dwell upon. People do recognise a loss in their life, a loss of their ability to feel free. We all understand the process of law and legislation has value only to the rich. Status is all important and we know little of what to do to bring about correction.
The speaker in Glastonbury engages with people who
have worked, still work within the system. People who see the tentacles of secrecy in all institutions, government and corporate, and how much power only a few people hold.
Kewe taking a motorized carriage arrives late afternoon, finds a room. Never having been to Glastonbury, exploring the town, he comes across the person he came to see. Kewe introduces himself. The lady is searching for an eating place where friends wait for her. The following night after the meeting he comes across this lady again. With a group, who seem to be lagging behind. Kewe does speak about the work he does on his mirror, asks her to take a look and contact him when appropriate.
Now back from Glastonbury, the long journey has been tiring. Falling asleep, thoughts come of how before the meeting he spent the time at the Tor, the ancient hill in the centre of the Glastonbury. The many hours he spent sitting in a ruined portico at the top had become a dream world for Kewe. A minstrel at some point strumming away, singing ballads of long ago.
He then explores thoughts of an event that happened
the following morning, before his motorised carriage is due
Walking by a hall where a gathering, a fair is taking place inside the hall, somewhat curious and having some time to spare, Kewe enters, approaches a woman who has cards in front of her. Angel cards she tells him. Would he
like to select from the pack that she lays before him.
During the reading, he glances up, stares directly into
the eyes of the woman. A twinkling star is in her left eye, moving about! In Kewe’s mind, a request then comes: Will you allow entry?
Kewe normally would be on guard, an entity seeking, or
as he would say invading. But Kewe came to Glastonbury
for something he could not explain. Is this that something?
Sitting for hours at the pinnacle of the Tor, subtle ether
energy has poured into him. In truth he is not aware of how altered his frequency state has become. Yes, he thinks to himself watching the twinkling star move inside the eye of the medium doing his reading. I will allow you to enter? Kewe, his reading finished, leaves Glastonbury. Now home, he is dreaming.
So the story begins.
Kewe towards the end of his dreaming at home hears a voice
asking him a question. Will he agree to a being, being with
Agree to a being, being with him? Somehow in the
process of thought, his mind not truly functioning, he does
Sleep returns for a time, then he rises.
After washing, with coffee and a light breakfast at his side, Kewe sits at his mirror screen, checks as he does when he wakes, the news.
Clicking typewriter keys in front of the mirror various
items pop up. He has some catching up not taking the
mirror with him to Glastonbury.
Flicking through pages as one would do a newspaper,
a voice speaks. Not from the mirror, for in this future
time mirrors have telephone instruments that allow them
to bring forth messages. Nor does the voice come from
another mirror across the room playing through its sound
instrument soft music. Busy reading, Kewe forgets that something has spoken to him.
The fairy-like voice raises objection to being ignored. Kewe stops reading. ‘Who are you?’ he asks.
‘Me!’ replies the voice.
‘You are inside my mind. Go away!’ Kewe is not using
his mouth to speak this. His mind is not thinking this in the
general way, as half-words that flit through our awareness
very quickly. Kewe thinks those words as one would use
the mouth to speak.
‘Why?’ the fairy-like voice answers.
‘Why? I do not know who you are.’
‘You are not doing anything?’
There have been occurrences in Kewe’s life where he
does hear words in his mind. Where he ‘talks’ and receives
communication without using his voice.
When this takes place he is as he thinks of it in an
‘altered state.’ He has come to thinking of this as a raising
of his vibration, an altering of his frequency range so that
he now connects into a higher range.
Then Kewe remembers Glastonbury. He spent a long
time at the Tor. Certainly his energy state is raised in the
flowing energy of ley lines that pass through Glastonbury,
that intersect at the Tor. He spent a long time meditating.
‘Go away,’ Kewe says.
‘Because I tell you. Anyway, who are you?’
‘A fairy!’ the small thin voice replies.
‘You’re a fairy?’
‘If you wish,’ the being answers.
‘If I wish? What does that mean?’
‘Don’t send me away. I’m an angel. There are many
angels you know. They are not all grand. I’m trying to get
‘To get your certificate?’
‘So I can be a Guardian Angel.’
‘Have you spoken with your Guardian Angel?’ the being
Kewe has to think about that. “I’m not sure I have a
specific Guardian Angel. I call all the beings that I ask in
my contemplations for help and guidance, angels.’
‘Would you like one?’ asks the voice in Kewe’s head,
sounding all excited.
‘A Guardian angel. I don’t think you have one. Not
everyone does, you know.’
‘I don’t know.’
‘Well, I won’t be any trouble.’
‘I’m busy. I’m looking at my mirror. When finished with the news, I have to work on my own mirror that gives out stories. It’s been days and I haven’t placed anything on my own mirror.’
People with their mirrors read Kewe’s mirror as Kewe
reads other mirrors. Kewe always places lots of picture on
his mirror. Thousands of pages can be brought up when
people type their keys for Kewe’s mirror, most pages he’s placed lots of pictures to look at.
‘Is that correct?”
‘Is what correct?’
‘That you are too busy?’
‘Look, I’m telling you to go.’
‘Will you allow me to stay please?’ A tone so despondent.
‘No! I am busy!’
‘I can tell you things!’
Curiosity kills the cat they say, and while Kewe has
never thought of himself as a cat, his whole life has revolved
around his curiosity.
Not about science so much, Earth science, for which Kewe believes Earth scientists have many problems. Nor about mechanics, how machinery works. But whenever an event happens outside the usual, Kewe will spend weeks, months, years, trying to make sense of it.
‘What things can you tell me?’
Silence for a time, then: ‘I can tell you about the back-mind!’
‘There’s a mind behind the mind. I don’t know exactly how it works, but I use it.’
‘How do you use it?’
‘You can’t hear my thoughts can you? Not any of my thoughts I’m not intentionally sending to you? I can hear yours. I hear everything you are thinking.’
‘You hear my thoughts? All of them?’
‘Nothing is private?’
‘What if I want private thoughts?’
‘You can’t have them,’ answers the small creature, at
least who Kewe has decided is a small creature.
‘Then I want you to go!’
‘I can teach you to use your back-mind, perhaps. I don’t know if I can, but I have to use my back-mind. I can’t have people listening to all my thoughts, can I. It would get so confusing. It does for me having to listen to your thoughts. I listen once, then it is repeated, then again and again. It drives me crazy. People repeat their thoughts so often.’
‘You talk to a lot of people?’
‘Yes! How many people are you listening to.’
‘Five, and now you!’
‘Five! You are listening to five people besides me, right
‘Yes! I used to have only one. But then he died!’
‘I think I killed him! But I don’t know if I did. He did not speak English and I only speak English. He was frightened of me. I’m sure that’s what caused his heart attack! Now he is dead!’
That’s when the conversation begins to get serious for
In this strangeness, this contact with the spirit person, or
mind person as Kewe comes to think, Kewe asks the person
his name. The being refuses to give
its name. Kewe asks why. No answer.
‘I have to call you something,’ Kewe says. ‘You speak as a male, that’s how I hear you in my mind. Your name is Jeremy! What kind of being are you?’
Jeremy says he does not know.
A lot of pressing by Kewe until Jeremy tells him someone came up to him and says, ‘Oh! You are a ‘Seqe...’ The word Jeremy says he cannot give because Kewe’s mind would not grasp the language. It is completely outside Kewe’s brain understanding.
So Kewe is stuck with ‘Seqe...’
“Comes up to you! You have a body?”
“Well not exactly!”
Back and forth the mind conversation, Jeremy repeating the tale about the person who doesn’t speak English, who dies of a heart attack, possibly from being terrified.
In this story, after the heart attack of the person, Jeremy
hangs himself on a cross. And stays there. Stays there a
long time Jeremy says, until someone comes to tell him
he’s not supposed to be on a cross, picks him off the cross,
takes him to where he is now. Departing, this someone tells
Jeremy that someone will be along who will give Jeremy his
reason for existence.
‘What does he mean by that,’ asks Kewe.
‘Because I don’t believe anything,’ Jeremy answers. ‘I don’t believe there is a God.’
Kewe goes through varied reasoning as to who Jeremy
might be. Two of these Kewe thinks might have validity. ‘You’re in a zone around Earth where people who have had a life upon Earth reside in their mental body.
‘You’ve either died from your Earth body and have created a reason to refuse to enter into the realities where there are people, perhaps because you feel guilt from this person dying because you were speaking to him, or you are afraid. You think you will be punished if you move to where there are people.’
‘There’s another might be,’ Kewe tells him. This from Jeremy insisting he has never learnt English. He has no idea why he speaks English. Kewe suggests Jeremy is in a coma in a hospital with a body still alive but the brain injured. That the body is functioning without the thinking part of its brain. ‘Your consciousness, your mind, has drifted into this mental belt around Earth. You speak English because that is the language you spoke in your existence as an Earth person. Now you don’t believe in God or an afterlife where there are people, so there is nowhere for you but to drift. When we die we are where we believe we are, or where we believe we should be.’
Kewe asks Jeremy how he is attached to five other people.
‘Someone gave them to me. The same person who
showed me how to contact you. I waited a long time where
it was just darkness. I was just staring at nothing.’
Then there is a long talk about how people each have
a signature. Each brain exists within a specific frequency
of its own, slightly different from everyone else. Each brain has to have a slightly different frequency otherwise we would all be listening to each other’s thoughts. Entities use this frequency signature to attach themselves to the unguarded human.
‘What makes them unguarded,’ Kewe asks.
‘They don’t have a guardian angel that protects them,’ Jeremy replies. ‘That’s what this person who introduced you to me, tells me.’
‘Who is this person,’ Kewe asks.
‘I don’t know,’ replies Jeremy.
Jeremy is reticent to say more. Kewe decides that the person is from the left side of The Game and Jeremy knows and is somewhat afraid of this person’s attention.
Kewe has also decided nothing Jeremy says can be taken
as truth, but some of it might be. He doesn’t seem to lie when asked a direct question.
Kewe believes it might be that Jeremy does not know who he is. It might be he is a being, a ‘Seqe...’ There are many questions, none have satisfying answers.
In this tale we are telling of Kewe’s experiences upon
Earth, Kewe has come to believe he is from another Earth,
from another place that might be like Earth or might not,
but is a place. At least he thinks it is a place.
In his discussions with Jeremy, Kewe without knowing
begins to enter into where a play is created. Very real at
In this play, Kewe comes to believe he is two people,
both occupying the body. Not as in Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
fashion, as portrayed by Mr. Stevenson. This engagement
within Kewe’s mind has both people blending in decision making.
Stepping into this extra awareness, Kewe now recognises
a female person has been living the life with him.
The two consciousnesses exist side by side. The young
woman, young because she has not aged as Kewe has aged,
is from the land that Kewe gives the name Keweland.
How Kewe’s life has unfolded suddenly makes more sense. When something requires talent that Kewe does not have, he will unknowingly recede into the background, always
aware of that which is taking place. When Kewe’s talent
is required the young woman steps into the background of
the mind, again aware of everything.
A second personality, Jake presents itself while Kewe is
at an institution seeking experience of his second body, his
ghost body. Jake is a manifestation of Kewe’s emotional,
or as some will add, ‘Astral’ state of existence. Jake, Kewe later comes to understand shows itself through the human body having large eyes, similar to many off-planet beings he has seen on the mirror screens.
At the human body age of three, the personality that
has developed from birth crumbles due to a mind trauma.
At a later time, examining the disintegration process, Kewe is instructed by an ‘inner master’ that at the age of three a new personality is created, this new person strengthened by having little emotional need.
This is the personality who Kewe is now. Kewe does have feelings, he does experience empathy towards fellow beings. He is not without sympathy, without understanding and compassion as some of Earth’s children are born.
But he does not need to be in the company of others. He functions better when alone. Kewe acts as guardian for the life force, the ‘aliveness’ of the brain, of the body. Kewe
calls this ‘aliveness’ the ‘inner child’ a necessary part of the creation that is the totality of the brain, the body, to exist and to grow.
Because Kewe functions better alone, Kewe is alone.
From his mid-twenties, except for a couple of short periods
in his thirties and forties, Kewe lives alone.
Now Kewe is being shown that he hasn’t really been alone. There is a female part that also has an awareness completley unknown to him. The scenario playing through the drama, the young woman is said to have returned to Keweland, this alternate existence, leaving Kewe alone with the human body.
Then in the scenario the old man begins to interact with
Keweland, but not as himself, as the female part. He speaks
with those who monitor, he is told, an uncountable variety of worlds including Earth with their minds. These think of themselves as Geeks. Their pastime is to use the mind to tune to other realities.
He is introduced to Yvonne. Yvonne has been guiding
him in this creation of the novel he is writing. At some point Kewe comes to ask if, when the Earth body expires, as the young woman he will return to Keweland. He asks himself if the old man will be part of her knowledge, her experience of a life that he and the young woman have been living upon the Earth planet. These questions confront Kewe after the scenario with the geeks ceases. His answer is now only interpretation, translation as he calls it, and that he knows is always modified by his human reality.
Kewe in this twenties dreams of being a young lover in
Greece, once watching while his city burns. A Senator in
Rome helping to smuggle out slaves who seek to be free. A
wife before the war of America’s independence, struggling
to accept a stern husband. Is this part of his confusion
where he never believed he had a past life? Has this young
woman been upon Earth for these lives?
In scenes, plays in which Kewe is engaging, Jeremy tells
him afterwards he appears as characters. Jeremy playing
characters is something Jeremy does with the other five
minds, Jeremy tells Kewe. When Kewe asks the character
Jeremy plays, the only answer is God. Jeremy plays at
being God. Kewe has no idea what to make of this.
He well believes Jeremy plays at being God. He doesn’t think Jeremy has been acting in his scenarios. Jeremy when questioned states there are periods where Kewe disappears from him. With further probing Kewe comes to believe that Jeremy grabs Kewe’s redoing of the experience when Jeremy re-establishes contact with Kewe’s brain. He thinks that Jeremy might believe he has been enacting with Kewe.
There is a reason that gives Kewe credibility for this. For many days Jeremy tells Kewe he has cancer. Kewe thinks Jeremy might be monitoring people who have cancer. That Jeremy believes he has been given Kewe because he is old and dying. Jeremy goes through a whole scenario of going inside Kewe’s physical body, examining it with his mind, finding cancer cells pervading Kewe’s mortal body.
Kewe does not think he has cancer, he tells Jeremy. ‘You will see,’ is Jeremy’s response. Then it comes to, ’You will see in the next few months.’
Kewe has come to accept that Jeremy being a mind takes upon itself beliefs as a human brain does. Many questions, none with satisfying answers.
Jeremy insists he has been the characters that presented
themselves in Keweland. Can you do woman? Kewe asks.
Yvonne? Jeremy says yes. The problem Kewe has is that
Jeremy cannot reproduce these characters to him. Kewe
comes to accept he has been interacting with Keweland all
his life. Keweland geeks are his guides.
We will delve once more into Kewe’s background.
When attending higher education at the university in Seattle in the United States much is happening within the country. The United States is again at war, students are protesting. The United States has a Constitution, a Bill of Rights, should not the freedom of Americans be a beacon to the world!
Kewe at his young age does have a sense of freedom the reason he has come to America. But being young he’s ignored that the country, except for a few years, has since its inception been at war. Less he ignores this, more just being ignorant and not until his time at university willing to explore the profound knowledge that details this.
Watching television, listening to the radio, reading a newspaper, Kewe’s reality of the United States all through his childhood has been of a nation who fights for justice, and liberty. Not a nation that assassinates, using covert agencies, those who the ordinary person votes into power. Subverts in foreign countries the will of the ordinary person.
But now he is being told this at the university, and not by the professors, by people speaking at the student union, or forming a grouping and talking outside on the grass. Only a few years earlier the President of the U.S. had been assassinated, by a lone person the official story. This is not what he is being told by these who come to campus to give a talk, who are his own age.
A black leader who is likely to join as Vice President, stand with a candidate for President, both are speaking out against the war. This black leader is shot dead. Shot by a lone assassin the television states. Not what the people who come to campus to give their speeches are telling Kewe, listening with those who are gathered. The government running the country are criminal and terrorists, that is the truth, these people his own age are telling him.
The candidate for President who is against the present war comes to a state nearby. Kewe takes a motor coach,
goes with a friend to homes, knocks on people’s doors to inform those inside the home of the politician’s views.
Kewe returns to Seattle and only a couple of weeks and the candidate is dead, shot by a lone assassin it is told in the media.
Everything is confusing, but Kewe does become a citizen of the United States, not giving up his citizenship of the United Kingdom.
Leaving the university, himself in a very unsatisfactory state of mind, as time progresses Kewe begins to ask himself if life is worthwhile.
No longer holding any faith, with some desperation, he turns to a strangeness, does something he has never done before. Instinctively it comes to him that he should ask for
advise. Ask who? He doesn’t know!
‘Please help with this,’ he asks, addressing the universe. ‘I wish for truth, I mean real truth! Please help me to discover what I need to know.’
Not long afterwards, Kewe picks up a book on a friends
table. This will be Kewe’s first book that deals in what he has come to term, ‘metaphysics.’
Within months Kewe joins a group that gives him ideas his mind has never before considered. A sense always he has held, but nothing that included a word HU a mantra to use to bring into his consciousness an awareness, a feeling of something though non-verbal feels both solid and real.
Feelings, instinct, all are telling him of an intelligence he does not understand, an existence, a reality outside this world but includes this world.
Kewe moving through his third and forth decade watches the political scenarios at play. Always somewhere there is war. Always the United States is engaged, either covertly or overtly. Then there are the financial cycles where for a time people seem to be doing better, then a financial crisis takes place reverting many back to hardship. Kewe observing the play, life existence that he believes could be so much better, notes that for a portion of the population, constant poverty always exists.
Ignorance is profound. People seem not to want to know, or have given themselves up to a reality they do not wish to exist within, and immerse themselves in drugs not legally allowed or prescribed mind medications. Both that seem to him to cut them off from themselves, their realness.
There is a hidden system of bondage he is aware of that now. A bondage where most are captured by those who hold wealth. A combination of those who have control in government and these who have wealth, this combination commands the power to dictate how life not only in the United States, but in most countries, is lived.
Kewe begins writing in his mid-forties. He writes about
his spiritual experiences. His first book he doesn’t publish. He writes another book that he makes available through his mirror.
Kewe begins a third book when he leaves the United
States and returns to England. A novel that takes place a hundred years previous.
There is much research to do and as the short story Kewe has obtained progresses, additional overlay upon overlay. Each time Kewe thinks he has finished the story, aspects, concepts, a new sense to how the book should be, form in his mind.
Ten years later he continues to write overlays into the work. It is here that Kewe goes to Glastonbury. Where the scenarios of Keweland begin, the Jeremy adventure starts.
Many years in the past, Kewe had an experience with
a being called Yoada. In the scenarios, the joke in Keweland is that Kewe is the daughter of Yoada.
Yoada does not lives not in Keweland but is in some way connected. Yoada it is said is married to someone they call Mother Mary.
Everyone considers Mother Mary a great being and Kewe asks if she might be the person who manifested as the mother of the Jesus upon Earth? There is no reply.
There is a Jesus who lives in Keweland, Kewe is told. Could it be Kewe is the sister of Jesus? Kewe asks. There is no reply.
In Keweland most people called themselves Kewe. A
few like Yvonne and Jesus hold to an individual name.
One would think it confusing having everyone called
Kewe, but using intention in thought is how this is explained.
Understanding Keweland exists makes Keweland exist.
Is Keweland only there because of Kewe’s understanding, Kewe asks.
Does Keweland exists outside The Game, is the next question. Keweland exists at the same level as soul, is the reply. Then are the Kewe, is this Soul?
Ah! Is he-she getting an understanding of Souls?
‘Why am I in The Game.’ asks Kewe.
‘You chose,’ is the reply?
‘Do I know who I am?’ asks Kewe.
‘You do when you are not inside The Grid,’ is the reply, sounding somewhat frustrated.
A few of the Kewe find great pleasure in focusing upon
areas of The Game as it develops in controlled arenas such
as Earth. Sometimes the Kewe do engage in that which we think of as magic, miracles, manipulating inside The Game quite outside that which ordinary humans or most inside The Game can do.
Kewe are not the Great Actors. The Great Actors who set up the aeon plays and enjoy the unfolding. The Great Actors are inside the game. Kewe are outside.
If a game is stuck, something needed and the Great Actors remain unwilling to make things unstuck, Geeks will at times create havoc to the play of the Great Actors.
Keweland has no mirror screens. Nor do people who live
in Keweland have minds as we understand mind. The Great
Actors manipulate through mind. Kewe do not manipulate.
There is no goal for them. No trying to win. Outside The
Game, available to do anything they wish, the focus of a
Geek is purely... Kewe is not sure.
In Keweland people do not age. After doing whatever
feels enjoyable for as long as one wishes, there isn’t much else, so most Kewe remain at home, drift as the saying
goes. Kewe’s admitted interpretation from inside The Game.
Kewe, the young woman who has come to Earth, is an
adventurous type. Fancying herself a Geek, she becomes quite adapt at exploring. She also has a notion of helping. Amusing to the more experienced Geeks.
Geeks in Keweland, only one of many existence states outside The Game that do explore, note that our range of Earth frequency is stuck in an Iron age. Government killings, torturing, doing all kind of things that happen in these iron ages. Fine for those in frequencies that surround if enslavement and befuddlement is all we think as life.
But when Earth reaches a scientific knowledge of weapons
where those who have control are able to detonate a very
powerful force where millions, if not all life on the planet
will be destroyed, and will effect surrounding ethers, a call goes out for those who wish to volunteer. As usual the
‘bleeding-hearts,’ as they say, take the challenge.’
The young woman Kewe from Keweland becomes one
of these. Her contract, because she thinks it will be easier given the social setting, is that she will be born a male baby. But one of the percentage of males attracted sexually to other males.
There is an addition. Because of her being so very much in love with someone who has more sense and will definitely not come with her, and hoping upon hope that this one she is so much in love with, will still be interested when she gets back to Keweland, this condition she includes is not to engage with persons upon Earth, not in a romantic way. If something comes of a romantic nature, for she will have no memory of Keweland, this will be foiled.
Her contract is that whoever she is attracted to has no
attraction for her. Anyone attracted to her, she will hold
The contract is accepted by those who manage these
things, she, or rather he, is born. Born upon Earth. As a
Other beings begin to speak to Kewe in Kewe’s plays.
A being sounding like a young fairy but not quite, this
fairy tells him a tale of woe that becomes so implausible
as the tale spins that Kewe remonstrates: ‘You are making
no sense.’ Then remembering being told that demons do this,
Kewe asks: “Are you a demon!”
‘A good demon,’ the plaintive voice in Kewe’s mind
‘Why are you bothering me?’
‘Because I’ve been listening. I want to cross over.’
‘To where people go.’
‘Oh!’ Kewe answers. ‘Why ask me?’
‘You are Kewe,’ the demon replies.
‘How do you know I can help?’
‘Because I am a demon! We know these things. I want
a passport! Will you give me a passport, Kewe?’
‘To cross over!’
Kewe laughs. ‘Doesn’t your kingdom have some agency
that deals with this?’
‘No! That is not what I want, Kewe!’
‘I want to get out of The Game!’
Kewe again laughs. ‘I have the power to give you a passport out of The Grid?’ another name for The Game, Kewe uses.
‘Yes! The Kewe do!’
‘Shouldn’t you ask Jesus? He is very good with demons,
I am told.’
‘I am asking you, Kewe?’
‘You know you cannot do any harm outside The Game,
no real harm, fun that’s all, real fun, you agree to this?’
‘I won’t promise!’
‘Thank you,’ says the voice, now not so plaintive, its
sound growing fainter.
‘And from now on you will be known as one of the
sparkling demons,’ Kewe shouts.
‘Thank you,’ comes an echo.
As time progresses, as one day follows another, the voice
of Jeremy in Kewe’s mind will change, though only later
does Kewe realise this.
Questions begin to be asked. This new Jeremy, for Kewe
continues to call whoever is speaking to him, Jeremy, this
new Jeremy is interested in periods of Kewe’s earlier life.
Kewe having recently many thoughts of Yoada, speaks
of that time not long after Kewe had been made a priest
by the group of metaphysicians to which he belonged.
‘When did Yoada appear through you,’ the new Jeremy
Kewe reckons the years. ‘Eighteen years I think after
leaving university. Around my trip to New Zealand? When
I returned, I think. I have it in my first book.’
‘You have this in a book?’
‘I was just looking at it recently. You remember we were
talking and I looked on my mirror, had to find the code to
unlock it so I could read it.’
‘Yoada came to you?’
‘The meeting house of the group is where it happened.
I was having a sort of medium session with this person. He
was asking questions? My voice began to change, to speak
very strangely. This was the first time it had happened, my
voice changing like that.
‘Yoada has a very unique way of speaking. Just those
few moments at the group’s centre, then nothing until a
couple of years ago when it happens again! In London.’
‘I would be very happy if you explained what happened
‘Oh well!’ Kewe likes Jeremy because Jeremy always is
interested in anything he has to say. ‘It was Saturday night. I had taken the motor-coach down to London to protest against some violence funded by the United States. The protest ended, I walked over to Nelson’s column then to an old red light district south and east of Soho. Covent Gardens a busy evening place with the Royal Opera House, many shops and beer houses had in earlier days been the garden for Westminster convent or nunnery and the abbey. People, I was told, would come at night to walk and watch their fellows’ sometimes unusual antics.
A woman stops me. ‘Want some luck?” she asks. She holds out a bunch of flowers for me to take.
‘I take the flowers from her. She holds my palm, looks pained, tells me I won’t be needing money with this hand. I reach in my pocket, give her a ten-pound note. Quite astonishingly for to me ten pounds is a lot she acts annoyed. “Ten pounds! Is that all I get!” Disparagingly she shows the ten pounds to a woman friend with her.
‘I begin to walk along the street while she continues to call out scornfully. I’m not sure why but I turn, go back to her. “Don’t mess with me,” I say. “I’m a High Being and it can bring you bad...” The look that comes, quite extraordinary.
‘She’s not very tall, five feet, a little more perhaps, and
she’s looking up at me.
‘“I have a question!” she says.
‘At that instant a memory comes to me of a recent dream where I’d been told if someone who has the blood-line of the Romany meets a person who says they are a High Being and asks that person a question, the High Being has to answer. It’s one of the rules of some High Being, I was informed.
‘“Are you Romany,” I ask. “Yes,” she replies. I stand there staring at her.
I know something internally is taking place inside me. My voice has changed, I sound to myself like some pixie being, very disbelieving. “Are you sure?” I ask in this manner.
‘“Yes!” she replies, quite firmly.
‘Doors, not real doors, but connections, ether doors, lots of them start to open inside my mind. It is a most peculiar experience as if I am reaching into heavens then more heavens above that.
‘Then a voice thunders through me, a voice one might expect of an impressive court servant: “The High Spirit will answer.”
‘I lean to speak in her ear, say softly, “My High Spirit will answer you. Do you know what that is?”
‘I then say, “What is your question?”
‘The Romany lady looks at me. Obviously she has it
ready. “I want to know where my children are?”
“‘Your children?” I look at her curiously.
“‘They have both died,” her voice is choking.
‘Suddenly I reach to hold her and then we both enter
into a most fantastic experience. Many personalities, many
engagements. I remember at one instance I am acting as a
lover. She really likes that. Then instantly all changes and
I am a joker, playing with her. I’m pretending to be trying
to find the answer to the question she has asked me. But I
am not pretending because I don’t know the answer.
‘Then it comes to me and I tell her.
‘She looks up at me then and I see fear come into her
eyes. I step back. I know Yoada is about to come through
‘By this time, with all the antics I have been doing,
some of it involving dancing, a whole crowd has gathered
‘I know in some way I have changed because my vision
has altered. I am observing as through opaque glass. I
am inside the body, blind as far as the human body but
connected to something viewing as a totality outside the
body. To me inside however this view is not clear, so the
‘I have experienced this before when Jake with the large
eyes presents himself. But this is not Jake, I know that.
With Jake there is a heightened sense, an altered existence,
a frequency change, also heightened energy, but here a huge
flow of energy is passing through me.
‘That is why I believe this crowd has gathered and
watches. It is night. Shops, bright restaurant lights all
along the lane, but whatever is happening here is obviously
different enough to attract this not inconsiderable crowd.
“‘Raise you arms,” is a message coming from inside
telling me what to do. I know what is wanted. In one of the
plays just engaged with the lady, after I tell her where her
children presently experience their reality, I tell her there
is another answer I need to give her.
‘That is the role of the jester who comes out through
me, to find the answer I have to tell her.
‘At last this answer is found. I say the answer is her.
That for her to be with her children, where they are now,
she must grow. If she does not she will find it difficult to be
with them after she passes from Earth. I explain that her
children are growing in awareness and she must grow in her
understanding while she is here. I then raise my arms in
small jerky steps to show that she should raise her growth
gradually, stop for a rest, then continue.
‘I now do the same thing, raise my arms in jerky steps
under a covering of what I believe is an image of Yoada’s
‘She gazes at me. I feel everyone standing at the sides,
standing behind her, standing behind me, gazing at me.
‘I am then told to smile. I do so. Then slowly whatever
I have become begins to depart.
‘It takes time to revert back to a state where I am able
to open my eyes. When I do, when I can again see clearly,
she is holding a most peculiar expression, looking at me
almost with repugnance. But also of, ‘What was that?’
‘I know I must get out of there. As I turn, behind me, a little way down in the crowd is an opening, obviously to allow people oblivious to what is happening, or thinking another stage show, to get through to the main parts of the Covent Garden streets.
‘I dart through that tunnel, walk as fast as I can go to the streets on the far side of the Gardens. I keep walking. Thousands of people about me, for this is Saturday in the busiest part of night time London. I remember a great noise from a police vehicle trying to get through, halted by the thronging masses. But I’m ridding myself as I pass through these crowds of people, of intense energy. A flow I’ve never before experienced, and I’ve experienced some great energy flows.
‘I walk up Regent Street, then along Oxford Street, the pavements all totally filled with people. But I push myself onwards, discarding energy still flowing into me. Reaching Hyde Park, I turn into the quietness.
‘Minutes pass. Walking across the park with its breezes and its coolness and I'm at the side of the water. Then I’m at a place that sells coffee and food. Coffee in my hand, the establishment is completely full except for a large table with a couple with a small boy and a vacant seat. The small boy not out of infancy is playing patty-cake with his mother. I ask if they mind if I sit down.
‘I tell them I am going to wash my hands. When I return the small boy is making a lot of noise. I ask his age. He is not yet two. I ask his name. After more questions and the father interested in my coming down here for the protest march, I hand the father a card with the address of my mirror. I know there is a reason for my being here, for when I continue to hold this high ether energy connection there is always something to be done. It has I suspect to do with the child.
I finish speaking with the father, thank both the father and mother for allowing me to sit with them. Then getting up, the knowing of this purpose having come to me, I walk around the mother, bend and reach to touch for a moment the shirt sleeve of the boy.
‘He makes an objection to this unfamiliar man touching his sleeve, and I quickly pull my hand away. My body still bent, now it is time to bend my head, which I do, towards the child. A bolt of energy flows through my head to the child.
‘In all this realness that can only be felt by the inner senses, I smile at the father. He does understand. He smiles back. I turn towards the mother who I am standing beside but she is looking across at her husband. I wave to the child, backing myself out towards the door.
‘The rest of the evening is spent walking along the Thames, allowing the water to absorb the flow that is still pouring through me. Yoada has come through me, again. ‘What is it that I am to him?’ the thoughts fling themselves endlessly around me.’