The other night I was watching one of my favourite comedy shows, Ancient Aliens, where the presenters chock up all kinds of terrestrial occurrences to off-world civilisations, some ridiculous, others completely ridiculous. They never mention the high civilisations that existed in previous epochs or ages, the most familiar to most people being Atlantis and Lemuria, nor …
In 2020 I came across a book in a thrift shop in Wellington, Aotearoa/New Zealand called Into the Bermuda Triangle Pursuing the Truth Behind the World’s Greatest Mystery, by Gian J. Quasar. I have been fascinaed with this area of the world ever since I heard about it as a child. I have read many books, …
In the mid-1990s, I was moving between Dunedin to the Tasman Valley to work, and in the late summer of 1995, I met someone who would become a mentor to me during the initial phases of my spiritual awakening. James Smith’s greatest gift to me was his sense of humour. This beautiful Maori man was …
Not long ago, I wrote a blog about the New Age being another cul-de-sac for consciousness called, Galactic Saviours and Ascended Masters. Psyops on Humanity. Only You can Save you from what’s Coming, in which I made it clear that if it smells like shit, it generally is. There are a load more places where consciousness …
When the pressure of my childhood trauma had compounded in my late adolescence, I was subject to a spiritual awakening that reintroduced me to levels of existence that had vanished when life became about survival. My conscious awareness began to allocate an acceptance that there were no limits to my imagination and that a myopic …
As the unravelling of Entwined had almost come to its bittersweet ending I brought Pablo Wairua into the fold. This young mestizo (I don’t consider that terminology as derogative) man was the embodiment of the traditional Pacific cultures coursing through my veins. My father’s father’s mother was Taranaki Maori and my father’s mother was Samoan, …
Part of my spiritual awakening process has been the memories of various incarnations, and some of these have been truly disturbing for me. One such memory was the final stages of my lifetime on Atlantis. In the novel Sanctum, I have written with great detail the horrors I inflicted upon my daughter, turning her into …