The original drafts for the 'life-story' sections on the blog contained a number of appendices or afterthoughts. These are not particularly suitable as such, I felt, on returning to the project. However, with a bit of juggling and reworking, some of the material can stand alone as separate articles. This piece is the result of one such revisit. 

Part One

It was a late winter's Saturday evening during my commune years. I was sitting in front of the gas fire which kept us warm, along with my friend and fellow communard Liberty Fox. He was sat on a chair studying something or other; I was on the floor, seated on meditation cushion, doing nothing in particular.

Slowly the room around me reorganised itself. What once appeared separate objects now manifested themselves as interconnected; indeed, all little bits of a 'whole' which stretched to infinity in all directions. Synchronised with the transformation of the outer world was a harmonising of the once-disparate elements constituting my mind, my inner life. A calm and quiet yet profound tranquility descended upon me and the room. In truth, I had never experienced such utter peace in all my life.

It was at this moment that a sudden realisation jolted me sharply out of my at-oneness. The means by this ineffable joy had been effected was frowned upon deeply by officialdom. More than that, it was deemed highly illegal, and people would spend considerable time in prison for engaging in such activity. Even as I sat there, and unbeknownst to me and nearly everybody else, the British police were mounting an unprecedented operation against the alchemists producing the acid that I had that day taken: 'Operation Julie', as it became known.

The personal consequences of that realisation were far-reaching. The doors to paradise were kept closed by officialdom; entry was prohibited by the 'authorities'. This could not be an error, or an oversight, on their part. It had to be a conscious and deliberate act. Why would you do such a thing?

Thenceforth, I saw clearly, I would be an outlaw, a bandit of consciousness, living on the periphery of any officially-sanctioned version of existence.

Part Two

It took a long time for me to connect the dots - about thirty years - but the conclusion was inescapable. In the package of reality presented to us as 'normal', the exploration of possibilities, of the further reaches of consciousness, is forbidden. We are not to know, but to live in ignorance eternal. 

There can be no other explanation for the demonisation and extreme vilification of psychedelics that took place from the late 1960s and into the 1970s. A mass media hysteria was whipped up, ongoing, relentless, based on inaccuracies, exaggeration, and bare-faced lies. 

Other drugs - alcohol, of course,but also cocaine, crack, even heroin - receive a less hostile reception. Heroin destroys countless lives, but it's acceptable for celebs to admit to a habit, go into rehab, whatever. Heroin chic was good fashion, and very lucrative. Heroin and alcohol do not threaten the running of matrix life, in fact they fit in rather well. Expensive for the taxpayer, but heroin especially creates helpless slaves for life, entities whose existence is based on total dependency and passive obedience.

The appearance on the scene of large quantities of psychedelics was something else. Soon the system of control was running scared, and it showed. A few kids hanging out in the Amazon and drinking ayahuasca with shamans poses little threat; but millions of people going beyond the confines of the matrix prison, even for a few moments, and you've got a problem. At best, people lose interest in devoting their entire existence to money, job, house, pension, family. At worst, you'll see large numbers of people seeing through the entire shitshow, and making plans to leave it behind altogether.

Even if a goodly proportion of people taking a few trips shrug it off and return more-or-less to 'normal life', there will remain a significant minority who never make the return trip: enough to create a whole load of problems for the spinners of the web of illusion.   

It is unsettling, not to say psychically shattering, when you start to realise that the institutions forming the fabric of society, and which you have automatically trusted all your life, are not intended for the reasons that are ostensibly given. The example of psychedelics clearly lays this out with regard to 'the law' as normally understood. It turns out that the legal system does not exist primarily to promote  the welfare and safety of the individual; for Justice, Fairness, Tolerance, Freedom - those big words. It is there to put forward, and enforce through punishment if necessary, a view of the world, a version of reality that human beings should accept and follow without question.

Part Three

Between ten and fifteen years ago, Professor David Nutt was working hard with 'substance harms' information, producing reports with the aim of bringing drug legislation more in line with the real relative dangers of different psychoactive substances. His conclusions are authoritative and convincing, and demonstrate what many of us already knew: the legal (or illegal) status of various so-called psychedelic substances bears no resemblance to the actual dangers presented. Alcohol, tobacco, heroin, cocaine, amphetamines: all pose a far greater threat to human health. The classification of drugs has little to do with their real dangers, but everything to do with their effects on the mind and their acceptability for the system of control.

Needless to say, nothing came of Nutt's work, apart from his being fired from committees and stuff that he was on. And I saw him being 'interviewed' by Jeremy Paxman on BBC Newsnight, back in the day when I still watched such nonsense, and Paxman was shamelessly cynical and dismissive. Go back to 'your starter for ten', nasty man.       

The research that I did into drug legislation was one of the initial movers that led me to see the true purpose of the legal system. Another one of the building blocks of what we call human society to come into question after my experiences with LSD is 'education'.

It puzzled me. I had undergone the best education that the west could throw at me: a highly reputed boys' grammar school, followed by a degree course at Oxford University, coming out with a good grade after those three at this hallowed institution. I had been taught all sorts of things for which the word 'inconsequential' is an understatement: algebra, sines, cosines, tangents; memorised chunks of the periodic table, heated all kinds of personally irrelevant substances over a bunsen burner; vocative, dative, and genitive cases in Latin. But in my sixteen years of education not a word - not a single word -was said about what, I realised by myself, underpinned the whole show - the basis of everything: consciousness.

States of consciousness, it seemed, were not a suitable part of the national curriculum. How could so great an oversight be possible? Or was it not an oversight, but a deliberate ploy in order to keep human beings in ignorance of their own true nature? As with the law, it took decades for me to clearly realise that education was not there to educate, but was intended to impose upon the young human a set of values and beliefs that would ensure their own blindness and slavery to the system of control.

The name of the game is containment - containment within a particular matrix - and institutions of law, education, politics, health, business and finance, entertainment, information dissemination, and media, are there to ensure that human beings do not look outside the playpen (or, more to the point, realise that they are confined within a playpen at all).    

So it is. And, having once seen through the artificial, limiting nature of what is presented as 'the world' - having seen that it is a twilight reality, no more - a human being can no longer go back. Like it or not - and sometimes you do not like it at all - it's a one-way ticket. The individual may pray for amnesia to kick in, but it just doesn't. Jumping back onto a meaningless, never-ending treadmill is not possible. There is no option but to move on; whatever that may entail.... 

Resources

Food for the heart and soul: a short uplifting video for David Icke's seventieth birthday! https://davidicke.com/2022/04/29/right-now-david-icke-70th-birthday-special-david-takes-your-questions/

At last somebody has said something intelligent about the Ukraine stuff: "I find it confusing" a friend wrote to me. An honest and real assessment, I'd say. Anybody who only uses the BBC will find this piece only adds to the confusion: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UppxrKiNkzg

A concise and somewhat humourous video on the art and necessity of discernment in this potentially very confusing world. In case you don't know, there was a video around recently, which went slightly viral, about how convid was snake venom or something. The first 30 - 40 minutes says it all. In fact the first ten seconds do...: https://yummy.doctor/video-list/watch-the-snakes-discernment-time-again-truthers/