Kewe has created a body in his mind for Jeremy.
A very round humpty-dumpty.
Kewe seeing a moving pictograph of Japanese ladies doing the French Cancan has Jeremy kicking up his legs to Cancan music.
This has Kewe rolling with laughter.
Chapter Twenty Seven
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K ewe is home from Glastonbury.  He has gone to see someone for help because he is frustrated!
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 to leave
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 him?
Agree to a being, being with him?  Somehow in the process of thought, his mind not truly functioning, he does not disagree.
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 my certificate.’
‘To get your certificate?’
‘So I can be a Guardian Angel.’
‘Have you spoken with your Guardian Angel?’ the being asks.
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.
‘One what?’
‘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!’
‘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?’
‘A few.’
‘How many?’
‘How many?’
‘Yes!  How many people are you listening to.’
‘Five, and now you!’
‘Five!  You are listening to five people besides me, right now?’
‘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 Kewe.
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 the time.
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.
Oh!  No!
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 no attraction.
The contract is accepted by those who manage these things, she, or rather he, is born.  Born upon Earth.  As a male.
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 replies.
‘Why are you bothering me?’
‘Because I’ve been listening.  I want to cross over.’
‘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!’
‘Yes!’ Kewe laughs.  ‘Doesn’t your kingdom have some agency that deals with this?’
‘No!  That is not what I want, Kewe!’
‘What then?’
‘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 do.’
‘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 asks.
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 in London.’
‘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?”
‘She nods.
‘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 me!
‘By this time, with all the antics I have been doing, some of it involving dancing, a whole crowd has gathered around us.
‘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 opaqueness.
‘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 face.
‘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.’
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man,

Bake me a cake as fast as you can,

Pat it, roll it and mark it with a 'b'

Put it in the oven for baby and me

The Game - The Enslavement Dream.
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man,

Bake me a cake as fast as you can,

Roll it up, roll it up, And throw it in a pan

Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man,

The Game - The Enslavement Dream.
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man,

Bake me a cake as fast as you can,

Roll it up, roll it up, Put it in a pan

And toss it in the oven as fast as you can!

The Game - The Enslavement Dream.
Kewe’s discussions with Jeremy, this new Jeremy, begins to focus upon Kewe’s taking an airship to New Zealand.
‘There are two trips,’ Kewe says, ‘the first taking place over a six week period, December, and January.  The second time again over the Christmas period.  The first trip is the most significant.  An initiation.
‘Two women members of the group take me to a remote wilderness area in a motor-carriage.  Nothing is said but one of the woman speaks of a spiritual city overhead.  The wind howls as I step out of the motor-carriage.  Alone I walk some distance, sit on a grassy area at the edge of a large drop.  I’ve written about this.’
‘Where,’ Jeremy asks.
‘In my first book,’ Kewe answers.  ‘Stored on my mirror never published.  I believe it needs more material.  Has special coding so if by accident someone does come across where the pages are hidden, they will be unable to see the writing.  I thought at the time, because of New Zealand I might be in line as the future leader of the group.  I believe now, my place is here, to finish this third book.’
Jeremy encourages Kewe to consider his former idea.
‘If that time is to be now, I’ll know it,’ answers Kewe. ‘You don’t set yourself up for such a thing.  Not if it’s real. This is a business.  The connection I had with the group has ended.’
‘Could you get back into the group?’
‘There never was any formal renunciation by me,’ Kewe replies.  ‘I ceased to pay yearly dues about the time I went to the Institution for the experience of getting out of the second body.   Now I am in England they don’t have my address.  Ten years I’ve been in England.’
With this, Kewe unknowingly reverts back to talking to the old Jeremy.  The group is discussed.  Surprising Kewe, Jeremy says, ‘Two of my clients are in the group.’
‘Oh, that’s interesting.  The group is not that large and you know two people who are members?’
‘I can connect you,’ Jeremy informs him.  ‘Would you like me to do that?
‘Speak through the mirrors?’ asks Kewe.
‘Through my mind!’
The following Saturday, Kewe hiking in a hilly area is interrupted in his thoughts by Jeremy: ‘They are ready. Will you address them?’
‘Those I told you about.  People in the group.  People who are interested in hearing what you have to say!’
Somewhat surprised, Kewe agrees.
Hellos spoken, nervously Kewe begins to describe the countryside where he is walking, the beautiful view he has at the moment.
Answering questions, the phrasing, specific words used by the group, it brings back memories.  All groups have their way of communicating ideas.  He has to smile. Twenty years since hearing these words used.
Kewe gives answers, then he starts to interject with a couple of experiences he has had in the recent scenarios. He speaks of Keweland, of the Geeks amusing themselves perusing thoughts of those inside The Game.
Kewe gives a rendering of a speech he makes before a Galactic Council.  They question him further on this. ‘A rogue grouping are causing many problems,’ he replies. ‘The Council invited me to discuss this.’
Kewe explains: ‘They are not just taking families that have been taken over generations for examination.  Humans are being experimented upon then thrown back upon Earth.  The humans do not survive.
‘I was standing in front of the Galactic Council not as my Earth self but as Jake my astral person.  Jake has large eyes similar to many who make up the Galactic Council.
It is easier for Jake to appear in these higher states.  If it was me in my ghost body — how it would have to be done — a cage built of a sort of electricity would be needed to protect my ghost body, a most peculiar experience I’ve had.  For when the cage brushes up too closely against the higher frequency energy, the cage flashes and is rebuffed off the energy while I’m trying to communicate.  This way I remain in my apartment observing everything through Jake.”
Kewe tells those who are listening to him through the mind of Jeremy as he hikes, about the off-planeters giving information to the secret budget people within the United States government.  ‘It is a stupidity, the same ignorance as politicians manifest,’ Kewe says.  ‘Secret budget people, politicians, they know nothing.  They listen to those who they think do know.  Off-planeters will not give systems they cannot overpower with more advanced technology.’
Kewe tells them people know something is wrong but they do not know what to do. With electric counting in elections, the results are altered.  There is no way to recount.  Taking away an x on a piece of paper is the way devised to bring those who a few wish into ‘elected’ positions of power.
Then Kewe relates an amusing incident that happens just as Jake is speaking to the Council.  In front of the large body, Jake has to deal with the dual consciousness of Kewe upon Earth in his apartment.
Kewe has become uncomfortable in his seating and has to move, so a moment needs to be taken while Jake’s attention is drawn back to Kewe.  ‘Please forgive me as my human system adjusts back upon Earth,’ Jake announces, which causes some of the females to express themselves in the varied ways in which they laugh.
‘Jake notes the males remain silent,’ Kewe adds, continuing his story:
‘Then Jake, knowing he is to speak on the topic of taking humans into non-human airships, knowing also about the situation upon Earth that those who make up the Galactic Council also know well, considers how he is going to get around the situation of how humans treat other species who live upon Earth.  The barbarism that still takes place.
‘How humans cruelly grow and cruelly kill animals and fish that they eat.  Pigs who have emotions as we, tethered so they can barely move — a whole lifetime spent caged.  Poultry kept in despicable conditions, cramped together in cages.  Abysmal fear of animals in slaughterhouses before they are killed.  Young calf taken from their mothers, placed in boxes only large enough to contain them, waiting to die in weeks unable to move, so that the meat, the steak humans eat is as tender as it can be.  Billions of animals kept and reared, animals slammed against walls, animals cut while still alive, blood drained while an animal is still alive.
`Jake wonders what will be the comments of those who sit before him: “Would you like your blood to be drained while still alive? Would you like to kept in cages all of your life?  Would you like to be so treated before being killed as you do to so many.  Would you like to be slaughtered as takes place in your slaughterhouses?  What right have you to speak this way to us.  We treat those we use to test the air and water quality and all that which is taking place upon Earth, far more decently.”’
Kewe says he listens to Jake’s gentleness approaching the Galactic Council.  How he explains that much of the danger to the planet is now due to the connection certain groupings upon Earth have made with the rogue elements not present here at the council, elements that members of the council themselves are having in various ways to deal with.
Kewe continues: ‘Jake asks for their help.  He thanks them for listening to him. They thank him, giving him a measure of approbation that indeed makes him feel humbled. They do not speak of the ‘inhumanity’ of which the ordinary human engages.’
Kewe tells those who are listening to him through the mind of Jeremy as he hikes, those listening to him telling his tale, that he does not wish to remain long upon Earth.
‘I am willing to take the task of leadership of the group for a period of time, if the group might consider me of value. I envision a few years at most.  I do wish to go home, back to Keweland.’
‘Your words are strange,’ a fellow in the grouping says. Kewe can sense the shock of the person.
‘Yes!  I am sure they are,’ Kewe replies in his mind, his breath laboured in his climbing up a steep embankment. ‘My message, the information I bring will be different.  It will not be disguised.  A reason why I might have some purpose in taking leadership of the group, for a period.’
With that the interview ends.
‘How did I do,’ asks Kewe as his journey now heads downwards.
‘You are prepared to go back to the United States?’
‘Yes!  But I must be asked.  I must have a contract.  A signed contract from the group’s board of directors.’
‘We will take care of it,’ Jeremy responds.
Kewe during this strangeness begins to notice there are disconnections in his conversations with Jeremy.  More and more Jeremy speaks with either an American accent, or he will sound like a British person.  A pressure he will feel in his head. When the conversation ends the pressure goes.
During conversations Kewe will refer to a Level 2, the name he gives for where his non-verbal messages originate.
Feelings, intuition, an idea that just pops into his head, is non-verbal communication only from Level 2? Kewe would say we do receive such influence also from within The Game.  Therein lies the rub — to decide.
It helps when we accept that we are responsible for our determinations, actions that follow those determinations. No crying to Level 2 saying, ‘Well, you told me.’
The art is to gauge a receiving level 2 flow.  Conscience, Kewe would say, our inner voice, that sense we have of a right or a wrong, that could be the most correct path in which to proceed, the best action.  We follow that sense, and everything else is merely guidance, something to listen as to council, but to make our own decisions.  We never do know the purpose of these inner messages.  We learn to trust, but vigilance should always be practised. We do have a mind. We are playing inside The Game. Our mind, always alert for our conscience voice, should be our gauge for weathering the time we spend here, inside The Game.
While everything within The Game has its origination from Level 2, Kewe will say, science itself is strictly within The Game.  Mind is within The Game.
Linear process of the mind, and the collective processes the mind uses that might be considered not linear, these do not exist within Level 2.  This takes Level 2 completely outside our scope of understanding.
Religion we should question.  Religion is within the mind. Anything said to be from God, to be so holy it cannot be questioned, that is priests talking, priests in both elder and modern day.
The purpose of a priest is to take your sense of yourself, your inherent rights and power, and attach you to the priest.   Politicians with their tools of government, police, military and judiciary are expert priests.
Lying on the bed, thought comes to Kewe of a story he has read on a mirror that deals with murky government affairs:
The United States government has a new secret addition to their ability to manipulate the brain of humans and animals.

The Game - The Enslavement Dream. Radio balls in the sky carrying a specific signal will now be able to make contact with an individual brain wherever that brain has situation around the world.

The Game - The Enslavement Dream. Radio balls will operate in the same manner as instruments the government has long held as listed below:

The Game - The Enslavement Dream. 1.  Identifying the unique brain frequency, the vibratory pattern emitted by the brain, the ability to read thought communication from the
brain of a human.

The Game - The Enslavement Dream. 2.  To speak to the brain of a human in the language the brain most frequently uses, also in languages the brain uses less frequently.

The Game - The Enslavement Dream. 3.  Emotional upset caused by manipulation of brain energy.

The Game - The Enslavement Dream. 4.  Pain or pleasure created by manipulation of brain energy.

The Game - The Enslavement Dream. 5.  Disabling specific functions of the body by manipulation of brain energy.

The Game - The Enslavement Dream. 6.  Death by manipulation of brain energy.

The Game - The Enslavement Dream.
To destroy the mind, someone connected through the radio balls will merely have to use a scale identifier directed at certain centres of the brain.

The Game - The Enslavement Dream. Using radio balls, such secret addition to the United States and United Kingdom's weapons arsenal is set to be operational any time now.

The Game - The Enslavement Dream.
Kewe accesses mirrors few know.
When the mirrors first came out, people were praising them.  How wonderful that anyone has a mirror.  But as a mirror garners many people viewing it, a corporation will purchase the mirror, placing it once again into the stream of propaganda — the purpose of the drama and ‘news’ screens.
There are however those with mirrors who only have a few looking at the items that people place on the mirror.   These are ignored even if considered very telling politically.
Kewe’s mirror is one of these.  With no numbers of any importance looking at the mirror, ignoring these mirrors is considered the best policy by government agencies employed in covert work of suppression.  Governments trying to stop people connecting to a mirror will lead to implications of loss of freedom.  This brings attention to the suppressed mirror, and may bring attention to the government agency involved.  Search is the best way. Keeping the method of search grading where such mirrors are kept at a level none using a search word will access them.
Before mirrors, people could only watch the larger screens where people pay to attend, and the smaller screens in the home — both having drama that includes assumptions where reality is as the few who control such vast audiences wish to propagate.  With the supposed ‘news’ reporting — lies built inside the frame of true events — all play to the mind a constant barrage of propaganda for the state and large commercial interests. Add spectator ‘Sport’ to the mix, and the fulfilment of ‘Bread and Circus’ ‘Panem et Circenses’ as Decimus Junius Juvenalis made us aware in his Satires.
Shortly after mirrors were introduced telephones that could be held in the palm needing no wires these become popular, these with very small screens.  This an unexpected benefit for the controllers, the radical younger spending much less time with the mirrors, their free time enjoying friends messages, enraptured by the attention given within their circle and beyond.
It is only a few who look to the mirrors for an awareness not found in the propaganda streams.  For Kewe his mirror is on a list to be viewed at times by those who work for agencies of the United States and United Kingdom, and governments around the world who ally themselves to the controlling powers within these two nations.
Kewe accepts all are connected at the highest levels, a club of sorts maintained among elite of Western nations and their lackeys: Prime Ministers, politicians on all sides, the highly paid bureaucrats within what has become the large European body of government setting.  All of this completely negating the needs and rights of the individual.
While the middle class still believe they are heard, their viewpoint considered by governments, nevertheless those who are listened to by government is now exclusively the right of the very rich.
For the vast lower income crowd — these populations never having a sense of how to take back from the elite their inherent power stolen by the elite — rebellions, few and sparse, as in the past are severely dealt with by the elite’s agents the police and military.
However that which more and more people are aware — something the mirrors have achieved — is that governing bodies are both criminals and terrorists.  That their own government is a criminal terrorist organisation.
And that behind government are the controllers, those who luxuriate in real power, those who have no need to be overtly either criminal or terrorist, because everything they own.  Through commerce law they have achieved their ultimate satisfaction — submission by the many to their will.
This must be taken into account as our few remaining liberties are being extinguished.
Kewe, lying on the bed, ponders an incident that took place some time past.  He had been to the University gym in the town he now lives, had moved into the steaming room for some relaxation.  Three young men, who Kewe at first considers students, enter, one of them engaging Kewe in conversation about Kewe’s book.
This immediately captures Kewe’s special attention for seldom he speaks of his writing.  Certainly he has not to this person who he has never seen before.  He exits the steaming room, sits on a reclining chair by the pool. Shortly the three fellows pass him go into the hot dry room.
Kewe as he watches wonders if these could be the government agents?
Kewe a few week past had a thought impression:  ‘Would he allow an approach by government agents?’
Kewe had laughed. ‘It might be fun,’ had been his reply. Could these three fellows be agents?
Full of curiosity he follows the three into the hot room.
Full of curiosity he follows the three into the hot room. Kewe brings up a topic that has been a contentious subject among those who believe they know the truth and those who may accept their government is criminal but will not accept it also engages in terrorist activity.  In the United States, some months before Kewe came to England, said-to-be-anarchists bring down tall buildings with special military demolition material.  Many lives are lost.
The conversation in the hot room has Kewe telling the three fellows that it is not anarchists but agents who destroy the buildings, a cadre paid by those who wish to bring the world back into the days of the serf.
Kewe wants these three fellows to take something with them when they leave.  He continues: “Where the lords have complete control of punishing as they see fit a serf for any supposed infraction of the rules, even to the killing of the serf.  That is what they seek again.”
Something unusual then takes place that Kewe had not expected.  Between his hands a moving pictograph has one of the buildings he had been speaking about coming down.
People are not able to do this using technology, even in this future time of which we relate.
All three of the young fellows stare fixedly at the moving pictograph.
Kewe immediately leaves the hot room, goes to take a shower and change. After showering he comes into the changing area, the three fellows are changing. Kewe, accepting they are likely military intelligence, a military intelligence campus not far from the town — not advertised, but something Kewe has become aware — decides he would like to thank them for their interest, let them depart with him being seen as friendly, if strange.
Unthought to Kewe his vibratory intensity having moved somewhat into a different ether state — a necessity for the collapsing depiction of a building between his hands — the change in frequency has altered his features, specifically the eyes. Jake with the big eyes has manifested.
Jake does not speak with the human body’s mouth. Jake speaks to people directly to their mind. Jake asks the leader a question. There is no response. He asks the question again. All three of the fellows have their backs to him while they are changing. It’s not the leader, but one of the other fellows who turns and looks at Kewe, at what is now Jake with his quite different eyes. He nudges the leader. The two look at each other, then the leader turns studies Kewe as Jake. “I will make a report,” he says, quickly turning back.
Kewe as Jake thinks he would still like to say something more, but a person who sounds extremely nervous, shaky, speaks in Kewe as Jake’s mind: ‘You have got what you wanted.’
Kewe is aware this is not from any of the three fellows. An older man is speaking. This is the first time Kewe has ever heard a voice speaking to him in his mind that has a tonality, a vibration of sounding nervous. This person does sound extremely nervous.
Kewe as Jake answers in his mind, ‘You are right! I have got what I wanted.’ Now fully dressed, Kewe as Jake immediately leaves the changing room, and the gym.
Resting on the bed in his apartment, Kewe is thinking of that which government has become. In the tax we give to government we have no control. This obviously is wrong. The idea of voting for a few to have control over immense amounts of money collected from a nation is an inception of the Enslavement Dream.
We accept that money we pay to government in forced tax is beyond our control. But how can one, or a few, stand against the might of a few who have gained such immense power as these who make decisions for a nation?
So it must be that this system, set long before we are born. A system set since Sumer, since the city ancient, Eridu, since Enki, his later name Ea, our ‘Lord of Earth’ as Ea was proclaimed then. So it must be that systems of taxation, set before we have any physical recording: since Atlantis and Mu and before, existence of souls in bodies mingling and associating, that systems of taxation, of giving a few our wealth to use, is the Enslavement Dream!
A purpose not for good, but power. For a few!
And look to what it has become. Not only the ability to kill vast numbers of people by pressing a knob on a machine — horrendous power the few who we have given such power should never have — but a power to get into mind? Has it come to this, that these few that control government now have this power?
Going over this occasion at the gym it must be that the government, its arm the military, has an instrument able to listen and relay words inside Kewe’s brain. This instrument installed in places in the gym.
This new secret program he has read about on the mirror, is it possible they are now able to read and speak to his brain outside when he is walking, and in his apartment?
The government able to connect through these balls in the sky to his individual brain frequency?
Kewe gets off the bed, begins stomping around. ‘Are you the government speaking to me?’ he asks but not through his vocal cords.
No answer.
Everything of the past days comes flooding to him now. The American accents, the British accents.
Kewe asks sharply:  ‘Are you the American government speaking to me?’
‘I need a response!’  Kewe’s thoughts shouting as loud as he can shout.  ‘Are you the American military!’
He waits, then suddenly:  ‘Not able to comply!’
Those four words have the intonation of a female.   A young nervous female.  Kewe would say a dark-skinned young nervous female for he is familiar with the tonality of expression having lived in the United States for so long.
The emotion that floods over Kewe at that moment.
As he stomps around, he has no idea what to do.
He has to force himself to become calm, at least to some acceptable level.
If he doesn’t deal with this he will have... he could have a heart attack!
They are in his mind!
The government is in his mind!
The government has been inside his mind all this time!
Ever since Glastonbury!
Those who govern controllers of the mind.

The Game - The Enslavement Dream. Mind control - Those who govern controllers of the mind.

The Game - The Enslavement Dream. Government criminals and terrorists.

The Game - The Enslavement Dream. Government criminals and terrorists inside his mind.

The Game - The Enslavement Dream.
How long has it been?  A week, two weeks since Jeremy first came to him that Sunday morning after Glastonbury.
Now everything has changed.
‘You never believe anything,’ Kewe tells himself.  But that is religion.  That is metaphysics, stories you build to explain the happenings.  Everything is a possible.
‘This is real.  These people you are talking to are real people talking back to you.’
How are they doing it?  How do they transmit that which comes on the smaller screens!  Inside the box there isn’t a tiny man doing his best to make up all those dialects, all those plays that people watch, creating all the scenery. This technology the government use, mathematics will be involved.  Changes of brain energy measured.
Kewe, thinking about how this has developed, believes it is off-planet technology, an agreement by the dark arm of government?  Humans do advance in their science, the creation of the screens, the transmittal of information over cable and the balls in the sky, at least some part human invented.  But what does human invented mean?  Only that at a certain moment a human has moved into a frequency where the human mind achieves an awareness, that brought back to our frequency, adapted by that human to make this newness to humans manifest in our frequency.
Then there is the contact with off-planet beings. Some bright spark aligning off-planet technology to make that which is given compatible with Earth systems.  Then there are the off-planet ships that crash, allowing the secret dark arm of government and military involved with these crashed ships to try to make sense of how the technology in the ships work.
Any of this could have produced the ability for the dark budgeted secret laboratories to develop a connection with an individual human brain, to identify the individual brain signal, and connect to an individual brain through the space balls.
Kewe after a few of these contacts, notices he does feel pressure in his head which ceases when the person speaking to him disconnects.  They are not with him all the time, which is how he notices this.  He feels the pressure click off, and click on when the contact is again active.  When the pressure is there he knows they are listening to him.
He has become so used to sensing the pressure as it begins that he starts immediately asking questions. Always now someone responds.
Kewe notes those with an English accent do not talk to him after United Kingdom time of four in the afternoon. Is that when they go home, he wonders, when the United Kingdom side of the program discontinues?
If it is an American accent, Kewe will ask what time it is where the person is.  They do not respond to that question.  But mostly they respond to questions.  They are always friendly as their thoughts speak to him through this electric system, frequency-adapting system, able to reach his brain frequency.  Words sometimes are used that he recognises will only be spoken by young people.
‘Jeremy,’  Kewe calls out in welcome in his mind.
‘You’re back!’
Later, Kewe is observing black people dance while Jeremy works on his brain. A jerking action takes place within the dance. Jeremy must be sending thoughts to his mind of images in Jeremy’s mind.
Similar dancing he's seen a long time ago in America when watching the screen that has the dramas. Seeing this dancing brings back a memory but it isn't that which he had seen on the small screen. The people are different. Their style of dancing is not quite the same and they are dressed differently. The place where they are dancing is not the same.
‘It’s a spiritual dance,’ Jeremy tells him.
‘You are not creating this out of my memory?’
‘How are you able to show me this when you cannot see?’
‘I can see.’
‘But you said you were blind!’
‘I cannot see like you.  I don’t have eyes.’
‘But you see.’
‘You wouldn’t understand.’
‘You see through your mind, isn’t that seeing?’
Jeremy will not reply.
‘Why am I so trusting Jeremy?’
‘About what I am doing?’
‘Because you are an idiot!’
‘Now Jeremy, that is not very nice.’
‘Why!  Because you are an idiot?’
Jeremy has said he can get rid of stuff that bothers Kewe.
‘I don’t want you to change my personality.’
‘I won’t!’
‘I only trust you doing this because I think Keweland will stop you if you start to do harm.’
There is no answer.
‘They don’t treat me like a girl.  They don’t treat me like a boy.  They just talk to me.’
‘How do you connect with me?’
‘Through your ear.’
‘You connect through my ear?’
‘I do now!’
‘Why now?’
‘Someone came and told me to build a machine.’
‘This person who gave you my brain frequency?’
Kewe is intrigued by this idea of having a machine in his ear.
‘It’s very small,’ Jeremy says.
‘What is it made of?’
‘You build something from my ear wax?’
‘Yes!  It connects to your upper ear’
‘My upper ear?’
‘You have four ears.’
‘Oh!  You mean my ghost ear?’
‘You call it my upper ear because sometimes the ghost ear is not completely synchronised to the Earth body ear. It’s slightly above.’
The images Kewe is watching of the dancers are in full colour, very beautiful.
‘Is this how you see things?’
Jeremy doesn’t answer.
Further research about the machine in his ear and Kewe discovers all that Jeremy does is focus his attention on the small particle of wax then heats it with his mind.  The heated wax acts as a sort of vibratory nerve conduit to the higher frequency ear, which Jeremy can focus upon.  This allows him to remain connected with Kewe’s thoughts even when Kewe is moving about.
Jeremy seeing in his mind both Kewe's ghost frequency ear as well as his human body frequency ear might mean that the ‘Seqe...’ are part of the ghost reality of existence, Kewe thinks.  Kewe can feel Jeremy staring at him.
‘Are the Seqe... a type of non-human ghost?’
It would make sense.  Kewe still thinks Jeremy could be a human ghost, a reason he understands only English.  A mind existing within Earth's frequencies.  Not a ghost with a ghost body who haunts buildings and graveyards. But there might be more to Jeremy?  He may not be a ghost!
Jeremy creates images that he projects into Kewe’s mind, still images.  Jeremy does this when Kewe is about to go to sleep, that in-between time before losing consciousness.
It frightened Kewe at first Jeremy doing this.  But then Kewe found he could cloud over the images, his mind was strong enough to override the images sent by Jeremy. Jeremy will stop sending the images then.
Abraham Lincoln is a favourite image Jeremy projects. Why Abraham Lincoln?  Kewe has never asked.
Jeremy working on his brain to take away the shortage of breath Kewe experiences when he gets excited and stressed, Kewe asks, ‘Why am I always so nervous?’
‘I can do something about that.’
‘To make me less nervous?’
‘That would change my personality?’
‘I don’t want you to change anything about me without my permission, I don’t want you to change my personality.’
‘You will not do it!  I don’t give you permission!’
‘I know!’
Kewe thinks all the time he’s been alive, when he’s asked for help, for protection, from his angels, his guides, some few in Keweland have been taking care of it.  He believes those in Keweland are always monitoring him.  They are his guides.  Kewe has never used the word God, always guides.  Now he thinks of Keweland!  He doesn't believe it matters if we call to an angel, a ‘Guardian angel,’ to God, to a specific ‘God,’ to family passed on, it is what is comfortable for us.  Those in the higher frequencies know our intent.
Kewe could argue that this place Earth really is a huge insane asylum. When he was young, writers would make reference to this, but he was young, still trying to figure things out, still trying to make everything make sense.
The personal mirrors have helped.  This has brought the availability of being able to read of events not syphoned through a corporate media that has very strict rulings of what is allowed to be reported and what is not.
No longer is it necessary to rely upon people coming to a college campus to speak of the nature of government. With the personal mirrors people post actions that happen in their local areas.  This has enabled those such as Kewe, to be able to document real events for themselves.
Now endless stories are posted of the killings by police, of the criminality, the terrorism committed by government and military.  Of those who run the corporation systems not for people’s welfare but profit.  Of the actions of those elected and placed into positions of power too blinded by prejudice to search for truth.  Venality, being for sale, often the political game.  Venality, lust of power, a readiness to both benefit from and set law for a specific grouping of which the person, or the party of which the person elected belongs, favours.  The idea of parties, of a grouping of people deciding upon policy, that parties should not be allowed, should be abolished, this idea is slowly coming to the fore with the mirrors.
Then there is the completely corrupted judiciary that props up this dystopia — a triumvirate of judges, those who administer government, and politicians, a rogue system of terrorism and criminality.  This also is being recognised.
Corporate criminality and government criminality and terrorism is now on show for everyone.
For Kewe it has become clear how the system works for the gain of those who have vast wealth, and for those who seek to retain power.  Others have spelled the mechanism out, and Kewe has pondered and observed.
First a situation is created by government terrorists.  The setting up of a leader who, with the skills provided within dark project hidden schools, stirs the minds of those the leader is sent amongst who are in desperation, or who wish revenge for some government act.
There is also a person ‘created’ to incite chaos. Actions favoured are killing and injuring at an event enjoyed by the populace.  There are also teams with foreign loyalty paid to engage in blowing up buildings, ships, infrastructure.
Death and injury accomplished, a population frightened, immediately the politicians, the newspapers and screens, go into play, a script given to them by selected police, by military and government officials.  A script repeated often.
Within days a solution is proclaimed. We can do this, the script will say, but for us to do this we will need from you. Then any number of enslavement procedures will be enacted into law. A few years later when the population has lessened its extreme fear and begin to question its enslavement, so the frightening of the population will again be forthcoming.
Such fear acts — requiring extensive planning — will be set years in advance, only waiting for a moment considered opportune to introduce a new frightening. And that which follows — enslavement control.
Since the Enslavement Dream came into being this has taken place.  The populations never analysing the reality behind that which has frightened them.  Always accepting the control and forced regimentation of their lives.
Kewe has a friend named Arthur — passed from Earth life some twenty years after this book is written.  Arthur is a spirit to Kewe in this story a hundred years in the future.
‘What do people do after they die, Arthur?’
‘Well, as you know Kewe, The Game acts as a learning process.  Nothing stops after we die.  We continue to learn.  That can be slow or fast, depending upon the individual’s comfort level.’
‘Are there traps on the other side, Arthur?’
‘I would say — and I am speaking for myself only — I would say there are traps everywhere in The Game.’
‘The traps are to learn.’
‘Is reincarnation real?’
‘Is that a trap?’
‘Are you going to say more?’
‘Well, traps are traps!’
‘To learn?’
‘So one does not have to reincarnate?’
‘An interesting expression: “Does not have to...” ’
‘An interesting concept!’
‘Sounds like Enslavement language to me!’
‘Me also!  Thank you, Arthur.’
The mind is a strange mechanism. An intersecting of knowledge of Soul and one’s experiences within The Game. From birth mind is balancing between that which it believes is real, and that which it is told is real.
Authority figures — mother, father, or those acting as such — school, siblings, extended family, all influencing the growing mind. Each person one contacts has their own beliefs, their own ideas of reality that they wish to imbue.  As one moves into the teen years, mind has become full of beliefs that often has little to do with truth.
Only a few times will mind turn into itself and question. Is this that I have been told real, or false!  For those who truly think, it may become difficult to weigh their opinion against parents, against teachers, against those of the same age, all who have views or that which is real.
Mind is trained into structures of reality.  Those who give us rules in school, rulings of judicial law, government forced mandates, understand mind is programmed.
Rarely does mind ponder that authority has a mind doing exactly the same as itself. That authority is reaching for a truth it cannot find, making things fit to whatever mould is convenient at any given time.
Sadly mind never questions propaganda. Minds in the Western ‘civilised’ societies, consider propaganda as that which other, less free, countries engage.
Propaganda uses assumptions held as common beliefs.
Seldom does one learn in school the trickster techniques of propaganda.  Seldom is the word propaganda spoken. Propaganda and trickster techniques are not thought of as being perpetrated by one’s own government, not in the Western nations.
Yet someone knowledgeable on such matters will tell you vast amounts of tax money is spent by governments in the West to convince the greater populace that the ideas of the politicians are best. Not only best but scientifically accurate. Not a shred of doubt on such.
Is science propaganda? Most minds will say, No! Mind will say science is based upon careful analysis and statistics and neither lie. Politicians love to say that. Analysis and statistics do not lie! The idea that some human or grouping of humans do not misrepresent, or completely have a set statistical framework wrong, mind will not hear.  Seldom even in a college setting will mind hear such.
Knowing the trickster techniques does help in repelling propaganda.
Mind has difficulty recognising that most of that which it thinks are not its thoughts.  That its thoughts are creations of another mind, other minds, minds who believe they know, yet well may not
Mind has difficulty recognising that its assumptions of reality is moulded.  That mind’s understanding of reality is built from other mind’s assumptions.
That the small screens and the large screens watched, the news read and given on the screen, the drama plays enjoyed, all fortify group assumptions upholding that which most in a whole nation keep.  An important trick of propaganda.
Mind does not recognise that it, itself as mind, does not wish to have to bother with any reality that goes against these assumptions that are now fixed as its reality.
Here mind will fight.  Mind will create tricks itself to hold onto assumptions it presently holds. Even to physical death, mind will not waiver in that which it believes.
Those who speak to us from other frequencies, where mind travels after physical death, they tell us that mind even in its new home will not give up its beliefs.
The mind is a strange mechanism.
With regard to Kewe and the she that is a part of him, the she that comes from Keweland, Kewe believes she has not yet figured out how to stop this very simple system.
Government agents planning a terrorist act, committing the act, laws by elected politicians to enhance their control, it is a system that works.
Minds of the populace are not built to analyse the fear teaching of an authority they have lived under all their lives.
The system of terror cannot be faulted and she knows this. It is the reason why she keeps coming back, Kewe believes.
She always thinks that she in this incarnation might, this time, be able to do something to make a change.
Also Kewe believes she is addicted to the drama, to the endless game play.
On a cosmic scale, the Enslavement Dream entraps many billions of billions of manifestations of souls.  Certainly more exciting than some drama played on a small or large screen, for the controlled to watch.  Much more exciting. And quite addictive.
Kewe has discovered he can trace where these people who talk to him are located.  A couple of times he’s placed himself inside their operation room.  One occasion has his ghost body dancing with the trio in the room, two young men, a young woman, his ghost body pulling the ghost body out of each person, whirling around with it.
He is not sure if the brain inside the body of the person he dances with knows this is happening.  They must feel some strangeness they cannot place into words.
In a confrontation with the supervisor Kewe makes it known that he is aware of the supervisors emotion and thoughts, there now being contact by Kewe beyond that which the government is sending and receiving.  Kewe makes the supervisor aware Kewe knows the capability the system of communication has to also cause pain and death.
Kewe believes Keweland will not allow them to destroy his human brain.
He is not sure but he thinks those that she visits in Keweland want him to complete his book.
There’s a moment where Kewe thinks the supervisor is riled to such anger by Kewe’s comments that he will press the button.  But even goaded the supervisor backs away.
When out walking and his mind converses with one of the military young people, Kewe is not hostile.  Topics range from asking how it is that the person has found himself doing what he is doing, to discussing speaking with animals.
When his mind moves into a higher ether state, he says, it becomes possible for him to hear fellow creatures.  Very close to the balcony of his apartment is a tree.  Blackbirds building a nest on the far-side of the tree, spring time is exquisite with the chorus while the eggs hatch.
Kewe walking on grass near the tree, sees the blackbird hopping about.  Looking up, ‘Oh, its you,’ high-pitched words comes into Kewe’s head.  Kewe stares down at the bird, walks around.
Later, the blackbird perching on a chimney, creates a new beautiful melody, very skilled is this blackbird and he knows this fact.  Kewe when he looks to where the sound originates, there the bird is, staring directly at him.
A time he hears from a neighbour cat.  The animal runs when Kewe approaches, but now it seems the cat is having a situation. In not exactly words, Kewe is able to ascertain the cat is not happy.  The carer of the cat has the door wide open and from the sound coming from inside the person is certainly inebriated.
Kewe conveys that it will not last long.  Sleep will take over.  Since that time the cat’s attitude towards him has become different.
One day, hearing a great deal of noise, Kewe steps out to his balcony.  Seated under the tree is the cat.  Kewe reaches over the balustrade.  He cannot see anything.  He looks at the cat, who then nods to the apartment underneath him.
The person must have the door open and the cat can see inside. The racket from some renovation.
Then Kewe relates a time where he is walking towards a field that he often walks.  This time a motor-carriage is tearing up and down a hill that extends upwards from the field.  The motor-carriage is making the most terrible noise.
Kewe, upon a small bridge over a stream that takes him into the field, experiences a strange request in his mind. ‘Stop them!’ The emotion that accompanies is of extreme upset.
Instinctively Kewe looks towards a far corner of the field where the whole heard who graze in the field with their young have crammed themselves together.
Seeing the head bull, Kewe is certain that it is he who has spoken into his mind.  Replying with his mind, Kewe gives a feeble excuse that he only walks through the field.
Then he gets an idea.  Striding as quickly as he can stride through those watching the motor-carriage making the disturbance, Kewe doesn’t say anything.  In the next field however, at a higher level to the lower part of the hill where people stand, Kewe makes a great show of his telephone being taken out.
Telephones in this future time have the ability to photograph and pointing his telephone at a position able to take an image of numbers identifying who owns the motor carriage, Kewe places the small telephone to his ear.
People standing around have turned to watch him.  The motor-carriage is waved down.  The terrible noise stops. Kewe has been through this field many times.  Never has the bull directed any thought to him.  ‘I felt quite proud,’ Kewe tells the person listening to his story.  ‘When peace returns to the field it is so wonderful.’
At a time when the old Jeremy returns, Kewe asks him how he relates to his other clients, five other human brains that Jeremy listens in upon.  ‘Are you still playing God?’
Jeremy tells Kewe, causing great laughter, that Kewe’s attitude towards him is wearing off on the others.
Jeremy does have the ability to warn.  Kewe one night walking home from the gym, Jeremy talking tells him to be careful something is going to happen.  A couple of minutes later, Kewe slips, catches himself against a wooden fence.
He does fall to the ground, but his arms on the fence have taken some of his weight so the fall is not as severe as it could have been. For a few days he feels the bruises.
Kewe listens to Jeremy after that.  The warnings he notes come only a very short time in the future, within minutes of when they are supposed to happen.
Always they are different to that expected.  Riding home on the bus one day, Jeremy tells him there’s a letter waiting that he will not like.  Kewe builds up great expectations of woe, only to find a letter stating an increase in price for the cost of his mirror connection to the outside world.  A monthly charge and a small increase at that.
Kewe has asked Jeremy that unless something he feels is most important not to tell him.  Kewe would rather not know.
Kewe has wheedled out of Jeremy that he is in love with one of the ladies.  Three of Jeremy’s clients are ladies. She and Jeremy do engage in unmentionables.  Jeremy will not go further with this. Jeremy considers himself very much a male, and it seems, somewhat of, if not a Casanova, an experienced practicer of love.
Jeremy has the ability to approach Kewe other than by speaking. Kewe will feel a slight sensation on his cheek or his nose. Sometimes on his eyelid.  When Kewe refuses to respond, the sensation will continue until Kewe touches his skin, rubs it. Jeremy gets upset at this.  Kewe thinks it takes some energy for Jeremy to connect his mind with Kewe’s skin, and when Kewe stops the slight tingling by touching, Jeremy receives some sensation back.
Kewe has asked Jeremy where he gets his energy from.
Jeremy doesn’t know.  There is no time for him.  He doesn’t eat. He doesn’t sleep.  But there are times when Jeremy seems to rest, where when Kewe talks to him he doesn’t respond in his usual way.  He sounds sleepy.
Kewe asks about Jeremy’s childhood.  ‘The lady with the long swan-like neck, is she your mother?’
No answer!
‘Why did you make a fuss when I mentioned it.’ No answer!
Kewe wonders if Jeremy manifests a long, swan-like neck himself if he ever manifests a body.
Jeremy has a very dry sense of humour and Kewe has never laughed so much.
Kewe has created a body in his mind for Jeremy.  A very round humpty-dumpty.  Kewe, seeing a moving pictograph of Japanese ladies doing the French Cancan, has Jeremy kicking up his legs to Cancan music.  This has Kewe rolling with laughter.
In scenarios where Kewe has contact with the geeks in Keweland, they often laugh at Kewe, but in a friendly way.
He tells them so earnestly all that he considers important with the situation upon Earth, only to realise they already know all he is saying.
They all have a way of speaking.  Jesus has a way of speaking. ‘Are you sure?’ Jesus will ask him, when Kewe makes a suggestion of wanting to drop when he returns to Keweland some aspect of personality that he doesn’t like in himself here upon Earth, an aspect that he seems to have acquired from some inherent quality inside his brain.
‘Yes, I’m sure!’ Kewe will answer to Jesus’ perhaps jocular question.  Kewe will laugh, but then later he has to think about it. Is he really sure!
Kewe receives a message that three from Keweland will pay him a visit upon Earth.  Kewe gets very excited, wants to know when and where.  Sometime!  A surprise!
It isn’t that Kewe is brave.  He is old!  People die every day.  One day he will be one of them.  His writing of his experiences, what better purpose can his remaining days here upon Earth be for?
Discussion continues about how Kewe should proceed to become the leader of the group.  For Kewe, this whole scenario might be completely false, a government invention, a creation of Jeremy’s? He looks on the mirror to see the group’s mirror.  Nothing seems to be out of the ordinary.
He has asked for a contract.  No contract has come.
Discussion take place with Jeremy about what he’ll do if he does become the leader.  Travel extensively is how Kewe sees his role. Around the United States, then Mexico, the Central American states, down through the southern continent.  All countries have members or people connected with the group.  Onward to Africa, to Asia, to Europe.  It all sounds excellent.
Days pass, no contract arrives.  Kewe does make an exception to his rule by travelling some distance on the train to have a document required for him to travel.  He obtains the document, pays handsomely for it to be given to him while he waits.
Kewe having another conversation with the supervisor, the supervisor asks who Kewe speaks with.  Obviously the government is getting some glimpse of Kewe’s words with Jeremy. The supervisor asks if this is an off-planet being.
Kewe tells him he has no idea.
Walking home from the gym, Kewe has pressure in his head, heavier than he has experienced before.
As the pressure increases Kewe wonders if they have decided to kill him?  Why would they do it, because he knows too much of what they are doing?
Kewe is approaching his home.  The waves of pressure have turned into a strange dulling sensation.  Kewe becomes panicked, he has to get inside.  This makes no sense for the government communicate with his mind in his home.  But he has to get inside.
Arriving at his door, the key placed, the door quickly opened, Kewe looks up through the ceiling of his hallway.
‘Kewe!  Kewe!’ he shouts in his mind.  ‘Are you there!’
No response!
‘This is me, Kewe!  Kewe, turn them off.  I am telling you, TURN THEM OFF!’
Kewe stands there.  He hears nothing.
But the pressure has gone.  All seems so empty!
‘Anyone there?’ Kewe calls out.
Not a word.
‘Anyone there!’
Nothing!  He seems to be completely alone.
Kewe in trying to make sense of all of this has come to believe that when he went to the medium at the fair in Glastonbury, he did something that in retrospection is a case of ’that which could have resulted in much worse.’
He said to the medium, “I am asking for your help! I do not know what I should do! I am asking for your help!” Then he had added something similar to, “I am placing myself in your hands. Asking you to manage this situation I am in.”   She had looked at him most peculiarly.
Jeremy has told Kewe that it is through this medium in Glastonbury that he became connected to Kewe.  Jeremy later stated this was not in a direct way because the medium was afraid of Jeremy.  It was from one of the women Jeremy connects with, a woman who the medium also has contact, that Jeremy was introduced to Kewe.
Where this person on the left, who also through Kewe’s discussions is stated to have connected Jeremy to Kewe, where this person came into the scenario, Kewe is not clear.  But he believes this person on the left that Jeremy speaks about is real.
Kewe accepts one way to practice such caution is to ask for help only from those guides who have been with one all their life and give benefit, from guides with experience that will help to the extent of their ability without asking from one.  In this sense the medium from Glastonbury played a role.   She asked nothing from Kewe.
It is probable Kewe’s book needed the book of a hundred years into the future and Kewe in his fumbling believes his trip to Glastonbury opened the way to be given this.  That Keweland will be of value to others.
That there are realms of The Game beyond, and beyond all we know here upon Earth, Kewe has no doubt.  These realms are areas that mediums enter into.  Mediums search as we search and while there are rules of The Game within these areas they search and experience, it is with great caution that one should engage with such areas.
Kewe accepts one way to practice such caution is to ask for help only from those guides who have been with one all their life and give benefit, from guides with experience that will help to the extent of their ability without asking from one.  In this sense the medium from Glastonbury played a role.   She asked nothing from Kewe.
Kewe accepts another way is to ask for help from that which comes from ‘Goodness’ — or from ‘God that is good.’
Kewe feels bound to state that the left side of The Game do their part in the way they do their part, but is an area where he feels great trepidation — does not have the stoutest of hearts.  He is no St. George.  Certainly not with regarding dealings with the left side of The Game. An area he has so little knowledge.  He cannot say more that this.
As to the dealings with the military, was this real? Kewe believes this was not his imagination. He has since this experience read more material from different mirrors that ‘dark projects,’ and the military, have an ability to engage directly with the human brain.
These mirror screens that report human brain contact using electrical mechanism, and now an addition of the use of balls in the sky, do not go into detail in describing the experience that Kewe encountered, but there are millions of mirrors, and it is likely that in the future he will come across such mirrors.
About whether Keweland disconnected Kewe from the military he is undecided.  It may be that the military had already disconnected from him when at the time he began to experience the pressure and believed they were trying to kill him.  The pressure may have been Kewe’s imagination.  This ending scenario may have been Kewe’s mind creation or it may not.  That also does not matter.
Kewe believes that the military do have this capability of killing the brain and that is enough.  That they might have chosen not to kill his brain is irrelevant.  He believes already they hold an ability to reduce, or destroy, an individual brain’s capacity to function.  This should be understood by the population and this power should be taken away from the military and dark projects, taken from any agency, government or corporate.
A whole new system of control of the military and dark projects should be established. Kewe believes there should not be any ‘dark projects.’  Everything to do with planet life, including human life, and science, and especially with regard to dark projects, should be open to awareness and inspection by the populace.  And the populace agreement on what should be practised and what should not.
Kewe believes law should only be made by the agreement of those who have to live under such law.  Those who do not wish to live under designated law should be allowed to move to areas outside such law.  That the population as a whole should have to decide only on matters of protection for the vulnerable who cannot take care of themselves, for the disabled, for children.  Only for these matters should law be held as protection in all areas.
Days later, Kewe is off on a walk.  Three people pass him. Unusual experiences have taken place exactly at this intersection of two pathways.
One of the people turns, begins to walk back to the old man.  As the person does so, at first Kewe sees a young woman’s face.  Then a wave overcomes both him and the person.  A wave he has noted before, a frequency wave.
Now the person who walks back to him appears as a man.
Because of a fear that Kewe has of speaking or writing of outcomes, especially personal outcomes, Kewe wishes not to give details.
But he has to explain something, so he will write this.
He recognises the person that has taken over the person talking to him, using the person to express their words.  A possible explanation, though not certain!  Nothing about that experience Kewe would say he does understand.
To the Kewe upon Earth, the Kewe who his brain thinks he is, all remains somewhat a mystery.
A few weeks after this experience The Dream that is Earth life disturbs him to the extent that Kewe is not sure he can hold onto the physical body.  He wakes in the night, his heart pounding due to events of a local nature that have suddenly surrounded him.
Using the power of the mind, he calms himself, waits until he falls slowly back into sleep.
He does what he has to do with regard to these events, then he stops.  I do wish to finish the book, Kewe tells himself.  This must be put aside.  I will deal with this later.
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