The moon that's avoided.

The moon that’s avoided – it’s as though a firewall exists within our consciousness that allows for roughly 10% of our capacities to be used and – as for the rest? Unactivated.

I’ve had two UFO experiences … sightings … this doesn’t make me unusual nor does it make me special. Neither occurred in some changed field of consciousness, both experienced within our normally defined perception of reality, five senses used and that’s about it. Apart from awe and delight where one was lit up like a Christmas tree not far above my head and the other leaving me somewhat crestfallen. 

They’re both interesting stories, true insofar as I believe them to be true – as a sceptic would have it – but as for me, I don’t need belief to hold up or buttress what I experience and it doesn’t matter how well I relate those stories to others, they’re believed or not but, either way, the experience is mine alone.

And then there’s the high strangeness experiences which intrude on normal consciousness, not usually talked about for good reason.

Remote viewing holds my interest, not that I am able to do this myself. Ingo Swann is eloquent on the subject. Both the U.S.A. and U.S.S.R. used and probably still continue to use people of Ingo Swann’s calibre.

As for the absurd nonsense put forth by the U.S. government regarding alien life … it’s absurd because this is not a new subject suddenly discovered in 2006 and of which arrive oddities we’ll now call U.A.P.’s, it’s been literally and metaphorically on the radar for many decades and pretending otherwise is a nonsense. It says a great deal about cognitive dissonance that an age old topic, derided for all of my lifetime, is now somewhat accepted as having reality and the public take very little notice. And yet, and yet – why?

The moon that’s avoided is the one for which, even after all these years, not much in the way of highly detailed photographs are available, the same moon which ‘rang like a bell’ for about an hour when, in 1969, Apollo 12 deliberately crashed the ascent stage of the lunar module onto its surface. Not suggesting that the moon is necessarily hollow and, of course, it’s ‘Pseudoscience’ which makes it dubious to even question ….  or so suggests WikIpedia, not known as the fount of all knowledge.

Does any of this matter when, as my dad once said, ‘What does it matter if aliens exist, I’ll still have to catch the 173 bus to work tomorrow.’ 

It all matters to me and a materialistic approach to life confines one to a sorry, unquestioning view. Just an opinion of course but how can that not be true. Question everything.

Britain’s hidden history is a case in point. The academic and generally accepted view is that there is no real history worth mentioning prior to the Romans. Thank God for a Welsh language, one in which very little has changed over time, it’s both oral and written, there is an obsession with genealogy and all of this details a history none of us were taught at school.

‘The Great Wastelands where it’s death to enter.’ so says Alan Wilson talking about the comet of 562 A.D. from which debris fell as it passed overhead across Britain, eventually also laying waste to parts of Bolivia. This emptying of the land of Britain with survivors relocating to Brittany and beyond was what allowed Angles, Saxons and Jutes to slowly move in.

I found a more than useful site and quoting from ‘The Bernician’ about the time perhaps a hundred years or so prior to the comet.

“Perhaps the best example of this pre-Comet civilization is the remarkable Laws of Dyvnwal Moelmud.”

“After an interregnum of some years, occupied by the contests of various claimants to the throne, Dyvnwal Moelmud, hereditary Duke of Cornwall, and the representative by both paternal and maternal descent, of the younger line of the Britan nidæ, was by general consent recognized Sovereign Paramount. His first act was to reduce to a Code the civil and international usages which the late commotions had disturbed. The Laws, thus systematized, are eminently distinguished for their clearness, brevity, justice, and humanity. They have come down to us in the Druidic form of Triads. We give a few examples.

“There are three tests of Civil Liberty,—equality of rights—equality of taxation—freedom to come and go.

There are three causes which ruin a State,—inordinate privileges—corruption of justice—national apathy.

There are three things which cannot be considered solid longer than their foundations are solid,—peace, property, and law.

Three things are indispensable to a true union of Nations, —sameness of laws, rights, and language.

There are three things free to all Britons,—the forest, the unworked mine, the right of hunting wild creatures.

There are three things which are private and sacred property in every man, Briton or foreigner,—his wife, his children, his domestic chattels.

There are three things belonging to a man which no law of men can touch, fine, or transfer,—his wife, his children, and the instruments of his calling; for no law can unman a man, or uncall a calling.

There are three persons in a family exempted from all manual or menial work—the little child, the old man or woman, and the family instructor.

There are three orders against whom no weapon can be bared—the herald, the bard, the head of a clan.

There are three of private rank, against whom no weapon can be bared,—a woman, a child under fifteen, and an unarmed man.

There are three things that require the unanimous vote of the nation to effect,—deposition of the sovereign—introduction of novelties in religion—suspension of law.

There are three civil birthrights of every Briton,—the right to go wherever he pleases—the right, wherever he is, to protection from his land and sovereign—the right of equal privileges and equal restrictions.

There are three property birthrights of every Briton,—five (British) acres of land for a home—the right of armorial bearings—the right of suffrage in the enacting of the laws, the male at twenty-one, the female on her marriage.

There are three guarantees of society,—security for life and limb—security for property—security of the rights of nature.

There are three sons of captives who free themselves,—a bard, a scholar, a mechanic.

There are three things the safety of which depends on that of the others,—the sovereignty—national courage—just administration of the laws.

There are three things which every Briton may legally be compelled to attend,—the worship of God—military service—and the courts of law.

For three things a Briton is pronounced a traitor, and forfeits his rights, emigration—collusion with an enemy —surrendering himself, and living under an enemy.

There are three things free to every man, Britain or foreigner, the refusal of which no law will justify,—water from spring, river, or well—firing from a decayed tree—a block of stone not in use.

There are three orders who are exempt from bearing arms,—the bard—the judge—the graduate in law or religion. These represent God and his peace, and no weapon must ever be found in their hand.

There are three kinds of sonship,—a son by marriage with a native Briton—an illegitimate son acknowledged on oath by his father—a son adopted out of the clan.

There are three whose power is kingly in law,—the sovereign paramount of Britain over all Britain and its isles —the princes palatine in their princedoms—the heads of the clans in their clans.

There are three thieves who shall not suffer punishment,—a woman compelled by her husband—a child—a necessitous person who has gone through three towns and to nine houses in each town without being able to obtain charity though he asked for it.

There are three ends of law,—prevention of wrong—punishment for wrong inflicted—insurance of just retribution.

There are three lawful castigations,—of a son by a father —of a kinsman by the head of a clan—of a soldier by his officer.

The chief of a clan when marshalling his men may strike his man three ways—with his baton—with the flat of his sword—with his open hand. Each of these is a correction, not an insult.

There are three sacred things by which the conscience binds itself to truth,—the name of God—the rod of him who offers up prayers to God—the joined right hand.

There are three persons who have a right to public maintenance—the old—the babe—the foreigner who cannot speak the British tongue.”

From R.W. Morgan’s History of Britain.

Reading that raised my spirits much as they did some years ago prior to a trip back to Wales after an absence of fifty years.

Enough of the venal behaviour of our collective leaders and a shabby establishment hell bent on war, profit and deceit and I look up from the computer screen and out through the window where the sun breaks through a wet Autumn day and illuminates the brilliant reds and yellows of dying leaves all set against the emerald green of TreeFern fronds.

The moon that’s avoided is precisely the one I wish to see.