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The World is a Fiction

The construct is necessarily a fiction.

Notes

  1. Firstly, a heartfelt thank you for the kind donations and welcome to all new subscribers
  2. Debanked by the Co-op – 1k per day in UK
  3. The irony of being falsely accused of fraud by a fake ‘bank’ when every UK High St bank is operating fraudulently 24/7
  4. Data Subject Access Request (DSAR)
  5. Have I been debanked over my eccentric views on life? For being a philosopher? (A Lover of Wisdom?)
  6. Doubtful whether it could be my political views as I consider all politicians to be puppets in a uni-party fake democracy. Two cheeks of the same arse, in other words.
  7. Keir Stalin meets the Don in the White House and his effete body language, as he sits cross-legged like a girl.
  9. JD Vance makes point about the tyrannical treatment and abuse of UK people who are deemed to have written hurtful social media posts which may upset certain protected peoples currently residing like cuckoos in thousands of nests across the lands of Britain.
  10. In reply, Starmer lied by saying freedom of speech is and has always been valued in the UK. A dishonourable untruth.
  12. The ridiculous On line Harms Act and associated Warrant Officers [PIC]
  13. Dave’s mortgage case – Mr Laville and the forged affidavit. [PICS]. How forgery is a criminal act at Common Law.
  14. The world is a magical fiction – ‘time’ is not linear
  15. Good art will express eternal truths through its fictions
  16. My debanking experience – my sincere appreciate for all the donations and the insightful comments.
  17. The Truth of Good Art –

 

The Truth is Beauty, Beauty is Truth

Thank you for listening.

 

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The Fog Descends

Just as the Isles of Britain were recently covered in fog, a fugue hangs over Nottingham University’s exhibition on the Caves of Nottingham.

For whatever reason, I have recently garnered a number of new subscribers to my Substack pages and I would like to begin by welcoming each and every one of them.

Regular readers and listeners may have noticed that I have not published anything for some 30+ days. This has been a consequence of my falling ill on Monday, 30th December. Whilst I do not know the exact cause, I strongly suspect it may have originated in the curious fogs which have recently been afflicting the lands of Britain (and elsewhere).

Around Yuletide, or the Winter Solstice of the year 2024, a series of unusual fogs were noted by various peoples around the world. The Isles of Britain were afflicted too and many reported feeling ill as a consequence of being out and about in them. Nottingham was no exception and, for several days, a dense fog lingered over the city.

 

Jason Breshears of Archaix commented:

“The fogs and mists that have been documented recently are probably not a government weapon to kill the people. That anyone would even announce this is evidence for it being a cover story, not the truth.

In fact, these sickness mists or plague fogs have been documented since the dawn of recorded history. William Corliss in his Sourcebook Project books and Charles Fort in his myriads of reports and books has documented many incidents of fogs and mists appearing unusual and then causing widespread sicknesses. This has been happening for a long time.

In 1930 thousands fell ill after strange fogs appeared in Belgium. In 1902, the last Phoenix year they are mentioned. Referenced also in this newspaper clip. Star jelly, carbonaceous materials like flakes falling from the sky- all documented. Fetid, putrid, sticking fogs and snowflake materials of hydrocarbons.

In 1347 strange objects in the sky over Europe were seen spraying mists later called plague fogs. The Great Black Death plague broke out.” Twitter post

William Bramley wrote of contemporaneous accounts of the Black Death/Plague being caused by strange fogs in The Gods of Eden, 1989.

Whatever the cause, it is true to state that I am rarely ill and that this affliction had me bed-ridden for 3 days, during which time I had what I would describe as a head cold, with a hacking cough (that lingered for over 2 weeks), the occasional nosebleed and headaches caused by my sinuses being blocked.

Looking down to the fog in Hathersage, 27th Dec, 2024

Interestingly, on Friday 27th December, 2024, I was out on a hike in the Peak District, above the town of Hathersage. Whilst the valleys were shrouded in fog, clear blue skies were dominant at the higher levels of what are called Stanage Edge and Burbage Rocks.

 

The megalithic stones of Stanage Edge – the forces of nature did not create these.

The official narrative would have us believe that these are merely “gritstone escarpments” but, on closer inspection, the notion that these were formed by natural forces of wind, rain, ice-sheets and erosion is palpably untrue.

 

 

Burbage Rocks – again, these were not formed via glacial deposit and the action of wind and rain. What we are looking at are the remains of a huge structure from the Old World.
Higger Tor – casually dismissed as an ‘Iron Age Fort’ by the keepers of the ‘knowledge’.

I am increasingly convinced that the Isles of Britain are covered in these megalithic structures that reveal an ancient and magnificent Old World civilisation on a such a huge scale that we can scarcely imagine it, let alone emulate its architectural splendours. It is self-evident that these structures were subject to enormous cataclysms that laid them to waste and buried huge swathes of ancient architecture that was so sophisticated and of such a size that builders of today would be utterly incapable of such advanced levels of construction.

The summit of Kinder Scout is littered with megalithic structures that many climb over but never question.

 

The city of Nottingham is but one example of how these former civilisations have been buried and exist, quite literally, beneath our feet.

Nottingham University’s ‘Tales from the Caves’ exhibition: a uniformitarian fairy tale.

By way of example, last Thursday, I visited an exhibition at Nottingham University on the proliferation of the caves that exist under the city. There were a number of documents, photographs and associated articles that are displayed in glass cabinets. The lighting is dim which renders them difficult to read. Significantly, the exhibition denies any and all members of the public the opportunity to film or take photographs of them on the false premise that the exhibits are either private or will be damaged by the act of taking a photograph, so I don’t have any illustrations to show.

Universities are in the business of spewing out false narratives, thereby hiding the Truth.

However, the role of the University is clearly that of a gatekeeper – a gatekeeper who takes the view that the ordinary man is morally and intellectually inferior to the burghers of truth. They have engaged a number of lecturers to deliver talks on the subject but these were sold out – a pity as I would have loved to have had the opportunity of asking some pertinent questions.

The University’s attitude is typical of such institutions and is in marked contrast to the museums, like the one at Nottingham Castle, where no such restrictions exist on photography.

Castle Rock, on top of which stands Nottingham’s Ducal Palace (it is not a castle). Acadummies regurgitate the narrative that the ‘caves’ were dug out by the city’s inhabitants from the ‘natural’ rock.

In any event, it matters not as the exhibition simply repeats the false uniformitarian notion that the caves were formed in some mythical time when all the land was under sea and that, centuries later, the caves were carved out by men equipped only with hammers and chisels and horses and carts for moving away the rubble.

Indeed, a little to the West of the Trent Building (a venue where, incidentally, I studied for a degree in English back in the 80s), there is a curious out-of-place-artifact (OOPART) which stands as testimony to the inherent nonsense of uniformitarianism, the false doctrine of how life was formed in this realm:

More acadummic nonsense; a plaque at Nottingham University promoting a fictitious narrative.

The Isles of Britain are full of such OOPARTS and remains, all of which point to the existence of an ancient civilisation that was blown apart and covered by a series of catastrophes that were documented and recorded by historians who had a firmer grasp on the real history than those highly-paid ‘professionals’ whose job it is to regurgitate the falsities with which they have been programmed.

One particular example is the remarkable tunnel that goes from the Park Estate to Derby Road – the official narrative would have us believe that this was constructed so the high and mighty could drive their horse and carriages from the Estate and into the city. It took a few years to construct and yet, when it was finished, the slope was too steep for the carriages to travel along.


If you visit the tunnel, you will see that the entire structure is built upon massive sandstone blocks that are clearly not a result of the compression of sedimentary rock but are engineered, possibly poured into situ by an ancient and advanced civilisation.

A tunnel that the false guardians and progenitors of our ‘history’ state was built at the same time as the city’s other old-world buildings that exist to this day. Those buildings were not built in the 19th century by highly skilled architects, masons, master-craftsmen who had no power tools and were wholly reliant on horses and carts to transport massive stones at a time when the population was very small and the roads were often muddy morasses.

The logistics of these bogus narratives are always the common point at which they fall down: the numbers of people, the technology available to them simply do not add up. In other words, many of Nottingham’s buildings are from an old-world civilisation that has been buried by cataclysm and built over.

This take on our world is one which few go near but, it has to be noted, more and more people are digging into it and making sense of it by systematically demolishing the AI narratives.

The fake archeology of Nottingham is echoed all round the towns and cities of the Isles of Britain as well as across the realm we call Earth.

The Isles of Britain are full of artefacts and remains that point to the existence of an ancient civilisation that was blown apart and covered by a series of catastrophes that were documented and recorded by historians of former epochs who had a firmer grasp on the real history than the current highly-paid ‘professionals’ whose job it is to regurgitate the falsities with which they have been programmed.

In this case, the fog is created by the deliberate falsehoods of the University Uniformitarians, aca-dummies, each and everyone of them, whose role it is to enshroud and obscure the incredible remains of the advanced civilisation that once existed across the lands of Britain.

Thank you for reading this essay. As ever, I am very grateful to those who have chucked a few quid into the coffers by way of the  Buy Me a Coffee button and/or have taken out a subscription to my Substack pages where, if you like, you can also support me by taking out a paid subscription which will grant you ‘first dibs’ on my output.

Further viewing –

Rather synchronistically, this presentation by Jason Breshears of Archaix illustrates perfectly that which I have attempted to convey. Highly recommended.

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In this World but Not of It.

The realisation that you are in this world but not of it is beyond the cognition of the vast majority of people who go along to get along.

That knowing is as subtle as a breeze that rustles through the tree-tops and to grasp its ephemeral quality may, initially, seem impossible. However, with experience, it gradually takes on a clarity that will begin to shine through and out of the sojourner who is, when all is said and done, passing through a divine perceived reality.

This knowing (gnosis) is only to be achieved by way of the logos – the reason of and for his creation in what is an arduous construct of lies, each spun out in service to the demiurge, the false god of the realm.

I previously explained how the very opening to the Bible was mistranslated from the Greek whereby ‘logos’ was inaccurately termed ‘word’ and how this only serves to lead us away from the profound import of the sentence. Thus, it should read as,

“In the beginning was the logos, and the logos was God.”

We live in a realm in which fictions contain truths and the bible is a fine example of this. Whether or not an individual called Jesus actually existed is not strictly the point – for within the parables and the narratives, written in his name and, for those who have the eyes to see and the ears to hear, are to be found golden nuggets of truth that reveal the real nature of our lives.

Here is one such example of a maxim that distills all of this down to its essence:

“And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God.”

Romans 12:2, King James Bible

Words are but subtle signifiers of things – just as the map is never the terrain – and those subtleties may be lost or misunderstood in translation. I do not know whether this maxim was mistranslated from the Greek but, at least for me, I find the following interpretation to be one which resonates as the truth,

“And do not follow the customs of the present age, but be transformed by the entire renewal of your minds, so that you may learn by experience what God’s will is–that will which is good and beautiful and perfect.”

Source: Weymouth New Testament

The world is not what we believe it to be. Once the individual drops all notions that it is anything more than a divine constuct, created as a challenge to his immortal and blessed being, then the false chains that bind him fall away and he walks his path, touched by the hand of God, unfazed by all that is thrown at him.

Conformity with a world in which any and all forms of state public institution have inverted the truth in accordance with the lies of the demiurge is to fall prey to the whiles of the satanic/Luciferian perverts.

Consequently, it behoves that man (or woman) to walk his own path, one of individuation for all solutions are to be found within. This world is to be overcome, not changed and that is the way of the spiritual warrior, as true today as ever it was.

All progress lies in his imagination and in his inherent wisdom which may be defined as,

Taking action based on knowledge

Whichever way you choose to describe yourself, your perception is accurate; so whether you perceive yourself to be a rogue, an immortal jester, a lone wolf, a soldier in Christ, an errant or an obstreperous woman, you are correct.

Conformity is for the living-dead, those who know not who they are and, at least from my perspective, it is a trap to be avoided.

And so, dear reader, whoever and wherever you may be, I wish you a splendid day.

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Episode 44: Tribal Matters

How tribal affiliations are a matter of resonance.

Following my previous article, The Tribe, I took a ramble across the gentle hills near Cossal, West of Nottingham, to further ponder the issue.

The subject matter arose from an enjoyable conversation I had with Dom and Christian of the Sheep Farm podcast, which certainly had a resonance or what one might term an affinity, in part resultant from the fact we grew up in the same local environment, including gong to the same secondary school for 5 years of our lives.

In this episode of the Rogue Cast, I posit the view that this world is a perceived reality, that it is one of the mind and that in this realm, it is all – and I mean, ALL, a resonance.

The implication of this is that we are literally in a cymatic field of information in which the higher your vibration, the more wonderful it becomes. Given that our intuition is never wrong and that that, in and of itself is a resonance in the gut and, of course, that water reacts to the imprint of positive words – as perfectly illustrated by the findings of Masaru Emoto – and that we are receivers and transmitters of frequencies, then it can be stated that our connections with others are indeed matters of resonance.

Whistle while you work – or, if you cannot whistle, then get down with monkish chanting or Buddhist ‘om-ing’ and if you can’t do that, simply sing – do it all within your natural frequencies and you will be in harmony with the resonant realm in which and through which you are passing.

Failing that, get yourself inside a grand old church, observe the cymatic patterning of the architecture, the frequency production of the organ pipes and realise the vibe is all around you as well as within.

When you realise this life is, literally, all a vibe, then those who resonate on your frequencies are your tribe and they appear naturally and magically.

It’s all very simple and, ultimately, very powerful for it releases the individual from all that restricts him, particularly the MSM BS that is pumped out by the usual culprits in an attempt to lower his frequency.

I also consider the Donald Trump ‘assassination’ incident in Pennsylvania and cui bono from this latest piece of dramatic theatre.

Thank you for listening and a particular thank you to those who bought me a coffee – Ellen, Sue Newsome, Jane Edmonds, Lynne, James, Steve Kettle and Wendy: it’s greatly appreciated.

Until the next time…

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The Tribe

What does it mean to find your tribe? It is an expression that is gaining traction across the West as nations rise to declare an end to rampant immigration and to defend their borders, or, indeed, their homes from fraudulent mortgage possession claims.

On the ground (as opposed to the insulated unreality of the political class) and throughout the western nations, people are drawing a line in the sand and refusing to comply with the tyranny that has been so prevalent over the last four years, in particular.

I am of the view that this is inevitable, given the DNA heritage of those people. Equally inevitable is the re-establishment of the ancient tribes to which their ancestors belonged.

In stark contrast to which, we have a political class that is far removed from the reality of this renaissance of native European and American traditions.

The latest incumbents to take on the WEF-scripted pantomime commonly known as Parliament are a collection of traitors and grifters who dwell in the ivory towers of their own cosseted ignorance. An ignorance that is seemingly bottomless: from their failure to grasp just how pissed off native Britons are with the endless migration of illegal ‘boat’ people (a human trafficking op funded by the Soros Foundation, in support of the Kalerghi Plan to breed out of existence the native peoples) , to their complete incomprehension of the financial system and how the very ‘UK Government’, which they foolishly believe they preside within, is a captured operation and, as some may posit, has been since the 19th Century when the oath was changed to allow the Jewish agent, Lord Rothschild to sit on its benches,

“Jews, like other religious minorities, received equal rights over a century ago, beginning with formal Jewish Emancipation in 1858, at which point Lionel de Rothschild was allowed to sit in the House of Commons after the law restricting the oath of office to Christians was changed, the ministry said.”

Source: British Foreign Ministry, 2006 on the question of whether there was a need to revoke the Edict of Expulsion of the Jews, 1290.

Indeed, due to the confessed infiltration of the ‘UK Gov’ by WEF agents, Starmer and Sunak, the general (s)election of 04th July, 2024, is a nullity at law. The inevitable conclusion of which is that the ‘UK Gov’ is a captured operation, run for the benefit of the WEF, a Rothschild-bankster-front and to the detriment of the native peoples of the British isles. Starmer, like his predecessor, is an agent for foreign powers – a traitor, pure and simple.  It can be guaranteed that not one of Starmer’s ‘cabinet’ has any notion of any of this and, were it to come within their purview, it would be instantly filtered out.

Native Lands

‘My bedroom, the house, number 10, Briarlyn Avenue, Birchencliffe, Huddersfield, West Yorkshire, England, Britain, Europe, the World, the Universe’ was how I used to write my address when I was but a boy. That is the place of my nativity. Thus,  I am a native, meaning, indigenous to these lands, to which, for better or worse, I know myself to be deeply connected. Whilst we have our immortal personalities, we also develop a series of personas that we use as we play hide and seek with the construct and those agencies whose sole purpose is bend reality and distract us from our individual soul’s purpose.

Of course, to declare oneself a native of a particular land is only partly true when we are, in fact, sojourners passing through a perceived reality, a construct for the edification of the soul.

When I state I am native to the millstone grit, to the wide desolate wind swept moorland and to a land where the rains of winter drove horizontally into my bare school-boy legs, it is not to discount the reality of who I am truly. Rather, it is to be held in consort with my soul’s imprint whilst I am in this realm. We are, to considerable extent,  shaped by our childhoods, which includes all those we have met, the architecture around us and the dialects, customs and those traditional philosophical attitudes and influences inherent in the people around us.

All the World’s a Stage

Thus, we are playing roles as we move from one scene to the next. Bending reality is not a one-way street – the overseers go to such extremes to provide us with their scripts as to fund entire propaganda institutions against us (the media, schools – each playing a key role in distracting us from the truth).

This issue of finding one’s tribe is of particular import to those of us whose biological avatars are of the lost Tribes of Israel. Those tribes were destined to forget who they were whilst simultaneously spreading throughout Europe and into North American to found those nations. This is a complex subject which I am scarcely qualified to expound on. However, one man who is abundantly qualified to do is Jason Breshears of Archaix:

“I’m not talking about the Jews. I’m not talking about Judea. I’m talking about ancient Israel was located right there in northern Palestine. These people were all deported in 745 to 721 BC and they disappeared…. They became many, many, many peoples. and the migration routes, who they became is a subject matter for another video. but this is the lost 10 tribes of Israel. and even jewish scholars today have written, and I’ve quoted them in my materials, jewish scholars today have even quoted that the 10 tribes of Israel are here. they are living among us today….

[…] They had been enslaved by the Assyrians. The Ten Lost Tribes were now in the Near East because Assyria feared the Cimmeri, the Cimmerians. Not Sumerians, the Cimmerians. This is the race that you have heard in the fictionalised account of Conan the Barbarian…”

Source: Archaix Channel

Those who doubt this narrative are pointed to the actual name of Wales – Cymru. The lands of Cymru are of ancient antiquity and were settled by those same people,

“These were the Cimmerians. these were c-i-m-m-e-r-a. these were also an Israelite branch people. they were on, they were descended of the Hurrians. and i don’t want to get into all this, on my channel i explain how these families branched out after the blood and how they came back together. and this is what, when the ten tribes were taken from Canaan and Syria and arum and the Lebanon area, they were taken to the northern provinces of Assyria. which is really interesting. it’s almost like god put them right back with their brothers… “ Source: Archaix Channel.

If you are reading this and it resonates within you, then it may well be that you are – or rather, your avatar is – of Cymric heritage and, therefore, you will implicitly understand the ancient Druidic expression,

“The Truth against the World”.

In his seminal work of chronology, which draws together the calendars of the world and a vast weatlh of documented evidence,, Chronicon (I’ve attached the pdf below, courtesy of Archaix), Jason Breshears states,

“1776 – There are two fundamental characteristics about the people who founded the United States: they were Anglo-Saxons, or more properly described, they were Anglo-Celtic. These were a people of Germanic, Celtic and Gaelic (Gaulic) stock, and they were a people unified in their faith.

Europe was peopled by waves of migrations from the Baltic and Mediterranean that are shown clearly in Chronicon 1, to have all come from Samaria, the capitol of ancient Israel in Lower Syria, which was also the origin of Christianity, in Galilee.

In the 7th and 6th centuries BC these Israelite migrants were known to the other nations of the Near East and Aegean by their city of origin, Samaria, for they were universally known as Cimmerians. The culture that founded the United States was a spiritual people, the Bible being found in nearly every cottage and house in the 13 colonies.

Throughout the colonies Benjamin Franklin’s “13 Virtues” were widely popularised and aspired to by the youth of the new nation.

It was the dream of Thomas Jefferson and other founders of the nation to establish an Anglo-Saxon Renaissance. It was these men who discovered that the long history of Anglo-Saxon common law was remarkably similar to those of the ancient Israelites. The original seal of the US was to depict on one side the Israelites following God’s pillar of fire out of Egypt and on the obverse were to be depicted the Anglo-Saxon leaders Hengist and Horsa. These men were Thomas Jefferson, John Adams and Benjamin Franklin. The American Revolution was in all respects also a Christian revolution.”

The timing of the start of the United States links it with ancient Israel’s start of migration. Israel was predicted to depart from the land and travel across the earth. In the Old Testament we find that Israel would be “A nation and a company of nations (Gen. 35:11), that Abraham’s seed shall be numerous as the sands of the sea and shall “spread across to the west, and to the east, to the north, and to the south…” (Gen. 28:14-15)

Could it be that the apocalypse (the unveiling) which is occurring right now will inevitably result in a rise in consciousness of our tribal heritage? Well, let’s put it this way: a mass awakening has already started. Indeed, were it not so, then we would be looking at the complete obliteration of all that we hold dear: had the power of complete repression been real, then the scamdemic would have been enough to completely destroy mankind and that did not happen. As far as yours truly is concerned, that will never happen – the tribes are on the rise and there is nothing the ‘overlords’ can do about it.

It’s game on.

Thank you for your kind support, especially David R and Lynne and ‘someone’ for buying me a few coffees – it’s truly appreciated.

1. Chronicon Timeline of the Ancient Future – courtesy of Archaix.com

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Episode 38 – Caution: Undercover Agents at Work

The deceptive machinations of the undercover agents are brought out into the bright light in the graveyard of their vanities as I ramble over the treacherous terrain of the last fifteen years, during which time a number of agents have attempted to infiltrate Universal Community Trust (UCT) and the reach of the Great British Mortgage Swindle (TGBMS).

As posited in the preambulary article to this RogueCast, the world is a stage and the action of our lives takes us into dramatic – though ultimately harmless – experiences which can be viewed as the divine lessons that help our souls grow towards greater levels of wisdom and understanding. We are but sojourners in a divinely-crafted construct, dominated by what Jason Breshears so correctly and succinctly terms, “Dungeon programming” – mass collective mind control, which is the product of state sponsored stage-craft and, as I expound here,  no dramas are complete without a dose of treachery from time-to-time.

 

“There never was any Supreme Anarchist Council,” he said. “We were all a lot of silly policemen looking at each other.”

Source: The Man Who Was Thursday: A Nightmare by G.K. Chesterton

As I will continue to reiterate, we are immortal beings, passing through a spiritual mental construct – challenges, trials and tribulations are lessons for spiritual growth. How we cope and what we learn are the soul’s lessons, the meat and drink from which it will flourish. Indeed, is it not the case that the most beautiful flowers grow from nutritious manure?

Referenced books and articles:

The Man Who Was Thursday: A Nightmare by G.K. Chesterton, 1908. Correction: The Man Who Was Thursday: A Nightmare was published in 1908, not as stated.

Undercover: The True Story of Britain’s Secret Police

GCHQ – JTRIG – Joint Threat Intelligence Group – slides from the presentation

Mark Haining – informant?

A Litmus Test – The poisoning of Michael O’Bernicia

‘Lewis’ – the Spy Who Said He Loved Me

UK Column – a limited hangout

 

As always, thank you for watching and listening and for all those kind supporters who have made a donation or two. Much love to Rogue Male’s sponsor, David R.

 

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St George’s Day: Of Dragons and Men

Rich in symbolism and meaning, St George is the patron saint of England.

The mainstream and ‘woke’ narratives would have us believe that St George was an ethnic Turk who defeated a dragon that was holding a fair maiden hostage, possibly as a sacrifice offered up to the beast by the local people.

However, what if the reality is that the story is simply a re-working of a far older one?

What if it is simply a re-imagining of another ancient story of heroism from a dimly remembered past?

Could it be a re-telling, brought forward to the current time in which the St George or a character like him was living?

Whilst there exist numerous examples of a hero overcoming huge odds to defeat a fearsome creature, the one that occurs to me on this the 23rd day of April, 2024, is that of Beowulf.

Beowulf slays the dragon.

Beowulf is an ancient tale of a hero who clears shipping lanes of sea monsters, who defeats the monstrous Grendel and his mother who are terrorising King Hrothgar the Dane and his great hall of Heorot and a hero who kills a dragon later in his life.

On top of which, there is historical evidence that Beowulf did actually exist and, of course, that he was what we would call Caucasian. 

The existence of creatures like dragons, griffins and sea serpents may well not be as mythical as we are led to believe.

The late William Cooper, in his extraordinary book, “After the flood: The Early Post-flood History of Europe Traced Back to Noah”, details the historical accuracy of the Beowulf narrative to the point where he lays out the evidence that Beowulf and the other characters were actual people whose existence is demonstrated in the historical records that survive to this day.  Of Giants, Dragons and Men

The erudite Jason Breshears of archaix.com cites an incredible amount of evidence that the Antediluvian World before the Great Flood of 2239BC was of a different climatic character with high levels of oxygen, CO2, a world rich in nutrients, infra red light and ambient radiation from Volcanic activity; all of which produced a climate that was conducive to megafauna and flora growing to prodigious sizes.

In “Memories and Mechanics of the Vapour Canopy World”, Mr Breshears writes,

“The concept of a Vapour Canopy was introduced in 1912 by Isaac Vail in a book The Canopy and Longevity of Life. Vail was also the first to appeal to the water canopy’s greenhouse effect to advocate a universally warm earth, the first to claim that this would result in no rain on the earth and the first to claim that the blocking of the sun’s rays would lead to great longevity among human kind.

 

It would be 24 more years before the concept was seriously revisited. Harry Rimmer embraced the Canopy in his 1936 work The Harmony of Science and Scripture, stating the Earth was surrounded by a “protecting lens of ice that made the whole world an Eden of tropical splendour.”

 

In the same year Kellog published his research. After an analysis of numerous mythological accounts of the ancient earth, Kellogg concludes that many of them tell of a visible water heaven scintillating with light. (Kellogg, Howard, The Coming Kingdom and the Re-Canopied Earth, 1936, p. 23.)

 

Still, it would be another 25 years before the concept would return and be widely received.

 

In 1961 the combined work of Whitcomb and Morris in The Genesis Flood has presented the most persuasive and well-documented case for the Vapor Canopy, so much so, that the scientific community now began to defend itself against the concept because the uniformitarian model of science can not allow for a historical Vapor Canopy.

 

Twenty-one years later Joseph Dillow in The Waters Above: Earth’s Pre-Flood Vapor Canopy was published in 1982. Dillow lists a number of traditional accounts that demonstrate a memory of the canopy.

 

The effects of the Vapor Canopy is no longer theoretical. Creationist scientists in Glenrose, Texas have built a Hyperbaric Biosphere, a chamber where they replicated the canopy conditions and the result was much larger plant life forms inside the biosphere. The life span of fruit flies tripled, and similar organisms underwent changes.”

All of which would suggest, at least for me, that our allegiance to St George is a profound ancestral memory in the shape of a more contemporaneous knightly figure. As such, it stands as  a more recent reworking of an ancient memory of a time when lizards, reptiles, birds, insects and sea creatures all grew to enormous sizes. The warriors (some of whom were of giant stature) who were able to protect the people and clear the menace of these creatures were real heroes, whose achievements and exploits were immortalised in the spoken and written word. If true, it follows that their deeds became the stuff of legends, and that characters like St George were created from those collective memories, not unlike how the same ancient heroes morphed into the comic book characters of the Marvel comics.

There is nothing new under the sun but that is not to say St George should not be valued as a latter day incarnation of a well-remembered caucasian hero of ancient lore.

‘Cry ‘God for Harry, England, and Saint George!’’

Further recommended viewing

How A Vapor Canopy Forms

Acambaro Artefacts of the Vapor Canopy World

 

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Phoenix Rising (Part 2): a Royal Dead as Circus Rolls Into Town

 

Before going into the main subject of today’s post, yesterday was, of course, 9-11 and 3 days after the alleged demise of Elizabeth Saxe-Coburg Gotha, an event that has heralded more dark sorcery engineered by the parasitic elite and the brain-dead mainstream media. The resultant hypnotic mist that has clearly manifested yet another Mass Formation (Psychosis) in those who persist in sucking from the poisoned teat of those who lie and cheat just like their ancestors did before them.

As is always the case, when such faux Royal propaganda is released, I steer well clear of it. Unfortunately, such is its all-pervading nature, avoiding it can become almost impossible.

Yesterday, we went to the circus at the local park, here in Nottingham. The excitement built as the ringmaster stepped into the circle and welcomed the audience. He then asked us to stand up in honour of the fake queen and the National Anthem was placed. The last time I found myself in such a position was when I attended a football match, Huddersfield Town vs Birmingham City, shortly after the fake queen’s mother had passed on. Suffice to say, I must have been only one of a handful of a crowd of 20 thousand who remained seated during the minute’s silence. My distaste for those who masquerade as our superiors and owners goes back further still: in 1981 when the fake prince Charles married a certain Lady Diana Spencer, I was blissfully distant from it all, on a cycling holiday to Scarborough that day and the four of us only had one glimpse of the odious pomp and ceremony, on a television at a pub where we popped in for refreshments.

Naturally enough, I refused to stand again yesterday evening. The ringmaster concluded with a depressingly cheery “God save the king”. The audience sat down and the show began.

90 minutes later the circus concluded, appropriately enough, with a grand finale in which a Phoenix-like display took centre stage:

Bread and Circuses – Phoenix Rising, Big Top, Gandeys Circus, 9/11, 2022, Nottingham.

All of which, rather synchronistically, will remind readers of the previous article on the Phoenix phenomenon, as was known and documented in ancient history, revealed but the tip of the iceberg that is Jason Breshears’ Chronicon and associated works.

In his video, “Atlantis and the Realms Unremembered”, Jason hints at the former splendours of the Isles of Britain, with their verifiable 4 thousand year history of great civilisation and culture:

I know one point in history where North America, the United Kingdom had the most incredible thriving civilisation, … they had flying vehicles and they made war against each other. The civilisation in the United Kingdom 4 thousand years ago was so advanced, they terra-formed the entire damn island and left all these monuments… You have to understand, Stonehenge, Newgrange the Durrington Walls are older than the great pyramids of Egypt, they are older than any pyramid on this planet.

 

So, f you want to look at high antiquity, if you want to study what the first civilisations were, you would need to start looking in the UK first. [It] has an abundance of evidence, that it is one of the original civilisations. […] post 3895 BC when this devastating pole shift had created new heavens and earth… people had to start over on ocean beds whilst former occupied land surfaces were now under the oceans and seas. Atlantis was probably a very real place, we just don’t know much about it. We do know there are mysteries in the Atlantic that bely there is a subterranean area, ruins and all that, it has always been a mystery about the Sargasso sea it was a thriving civilisation […]

 

[…]North and South America contain 8 times more pyramids and pyramid structures than the rest of the world. Massive city structures spanning hundreds of miles in all directions and covered in jungle fauna are still being found to this day with LIDAR technology.”

 

The Phoenix – Documented

When an event can be predicted with mathematical certainty, when all the dates of its cataclysmic occurrences can be precisely fitted into a 138 year return, as documented by the ancient peoples, then one has to question the nature of the realm in which we find ourselves. Jason’s logical conclusion is stated thus,

 

This post documents how these discoveries resulted in my conclusion that I live in a simulated universe.

 

The Phoenix object was named in antiquity, studied by the ancients, feared by kings and it was understood in the earliest times that it was to take down the power of the Archons. These Archons were they who ruled over our world using human lackeys.

 

Over the years I found that disastrous episodes afflicted our world and these visitations were patterned in 138 year periods and in multiples of 138. I found that monuments from the old world recorded this 138 patterning, that ancient traditions claimed that the Angel of Death appeared every 138 years.

 

The Genesis record of the pre-flood world was in multiples of 138, many early time-keeping systems preserved this 138 year reckoning. The annals and accounts of very old chroniclers comported with the exact dates archeologists were claiming that whole regions were visited with ruin. I documented 21 different historic disasters and every one of them was on the 138 year timeline.”

 

The Phoenix Phenomenon

 

When the individual cognises that all events collapse into numbers and all dimensions of the Great Pyramid of Giza are divisible by 138, then all of it points to this realm of life being a simulacrum, a divinely-engineered reality in which our lives and experiences, trials and tribulations all point to it being a wonderful creation in which we have countless opportunities to develop our immortal personalities through each and every learning experience.

Again, the reader is reminded that I can but only hint at the colossal significance and quality of Jason’s work: in no way can this article be taken as anything more or less than a scented bouquet whose aroma suggests a vast meadow-full of flowers.

Once one understands the nature of how all events in time are as pebbles that drop in a calm lake and ripple outwards, forwards and backwards across the surface, then one can use “isometric projections” in order to predict future events.

The ancient Kolbrin Bible,  the work of Nostradamus, biblical knowledge and the Yorkshire Prophecy by Ursula Southeil (Mother Shipton, born, 1488) are amongst the sources examined and proven valid by Jason. Thus, the Kolbrin Bible states this about the Phoenix (the Destroyer),

Manuscripts 3:3

 

When ages pass, certain laws operate upon the stars in the Heavens. Their ways change; there is movement and restlessness, they are no longer constant and a great light appears redly in the skies.

 

Manuscripts 3:4

 

When blood drops upon the Earth, the Destroyer will appear, and mountains will open up and belch forth fire and ashes. Trees will be destroyed and all living things engulfed. Waters will be swallowed up by the land, and seas will boil.

 

Manuscripts 3:6

 

The people will scatter in madness. They will hear the trumpet and battle-cry of the DESTROYER and will seek refuge within dens in the Earth. Terror will eat away their hearts, and their courage will flow from them like water from a broken pitcher. They will be eaten up in the flames of wrath and consumed by the breath of the DESTROYER.

 

Manuscripts 3:9

 

…the hour of the DESTROYER is at hand.

 

Manuscripts 3:10

 

In those days, men will have the Great Book before them [upon its return], wisdom will be revealed, the few will be gathered for the stand, it is the hour of trial. The dauntless ones (the stouthearted) will survive …

Mother Shipton: The Yorkshire Prophet

Mother Shipton’s Prophecy is another overlooked source in which it states that the “fiery dragon” (the Phoenix) will return one hundred years after a Second World War, which takes us to the year 2040:

For in those wondrous far off days, The women shall adopt a craze

 

To dress like men, and trousers wear, And to cut off their locks of hair

 

They’ll ride astride with brazen brow, As witches do on broomstick now.

 

And roaring monsters with man atop, Does seem to eat the verdant crop

 

And men shall fly as birds do now And give away the horse and plough.

 

There’ll be a sign for all to see, Be sure that it will certain be.

 

Then love shall die and marriage cease And nations wane as babes decrease

 

And wives shall fondle cats and dogs And men live much the same as hogs.

 

…A fiery dragon will cross the sky Six times before this earth shall die

 

Mankind will tremble and frightened be for the sixth heralds in this prophecy…”

 

 

On Nostradamus, Jason writes,

 In the 11th book on Nostradamus (I have studied 14 different Nostradamus books) I found that the French seer named the Phoenix, named a 138 year multiple timeline linking it to the Flood. Then I learned that a code had been detected in the Quatrains and I studied the research of Mario Reading. I applied this date-index of Nostradamus and was shocked to find a pole-shift cataclysm and sun-darkening episode with moon turning red as blood dated in his prophecies to occur in May 2040.” source

For more on this, I highly recommend his works, “When the Sun Darkens” and “Nostradamus and the Planets of Apocalypse – New Evidence for the Global Disasters Coming in 2040 and 2046 AD.” These and his other works are available here.

For those interested in what, according to Nostradamus’ predictions may befall the Isles of Britain in 2040, he writes,

In Century 9/quatrain 31 we read,

“The trembling of the earth at Martara,
the tin island of St George half sunk.
Drowsy with peace, war will arise at
Easter. In the Temple abysses opened.”

… the code of Nostradamus dating Century 9/31 is so simple it was almost missed. Century 9 added to quatrain 31 is 40, and this satisfies Mario Reading’s date-index, identifying 2040 AD as the date when half of England, or the British Isles, will sink below the ocean.”

Source: p. 41, ‘Nostradamus and the Planets of Apocalypse’, Jason Breshears

 

That, of course, would suggest the end of the City of London (including all its financial strangleholds).  How’s that for a Great Reset, Lord Rothschild?

In the third part, I will dip into the high antiquity of the isles of Britain.

Further reading:

All of Jason’s work can be found at www.archaix.com

His You Tube channel is ARCHAIX

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Phoenix Rising (Part 1)

If we don’t know where we are from, then how do we know where we are?

The maxim, ‘Know thyself’ is as relevant now as it’s always been. We live in an era when the would-be-controllers of our realm bombard the masses with the spurious notion that we are entirely subject to their whims, plans and diktats. The oft-heard refrain, It’s for your own good is, of course, the mantra of tyranny.

Such an attitude is anathema to anyone who is capable of critical thinking and knows himself to be sovereign, answerable only to the creator of all that is and will be.

When one is lost, one will naturally seek direction. For the vast majority of people, whether they be Non-Playing-Characters (NPC) or neurologically compromised, the fake authorities are taken to be the ultimate source of knowledge and wisdom. This is the essence of what passes for our reality on earth.

Thus, a populace that is led, like lambs to the slaughter, is lost in a whirled of lies and omissions.

Few are the ones who can take out their own inner compass and locate themselves correctly in time and space.

Right now, and I state this without any hint of exaggeration, the finest and, perhaps, ultimate example of such an individual is Jason Breshears of Archaix.

Archaix (noun)

Advanced Research of Chronological History of Artificial Intelligence

(X = unknown factor)

What Jason has achieved is beyond anything I have ever seen: the sheer expanse of his work is of such profound import that this article can only hint at it. In fact, it is best to let him show you precisely what he has uncovered after 26 years of chronicling over 1300 old historical texts into what he calls his Chronicon: an emphatic timeline that utilises all the world’s calendars to produce a verifiably correct model of time. The fact that the ancient ones went to such great lengths to record the passage of events via such sophisticated time pieces like Stonehenge, Newgrange and the Great Pyramid at Giza cannot be denied.

The question is what were they recording and why was it so important?

Jason Breshears’ answer to the question is that they were recording the mathematical precision by which events occur throughout history. His discovery of the 138 year Phoenix event being a case in point, probably the most significant of all. In any event, the Phoenix was regarded by the ancients as the Keeper of the Calendar:

Jason Breshears’ ARCHAIX Chronicon.

 

Jason’s prodigious work goes back as far as the ancient sources – old history books, manuscripts, stone etchings, hieroglyphics and ancient architecture (more on this below) etc – to the year 5239 BC (see Chronological Chart 5239BCE – 2046 CE above)

Once one understands how the ancient accounts fit accurately into his Chronicon, then one can begin to see just how vast and rich our hidden history is. That richness applies as much, if not more so, to the islands of Britain and its ancient history as anywhere. An ancient history that the establishment has sought to bury down the millennia and one which I will be dipping into in Part Two of this introduction to the Phoenix phenomenon.

As I stated previously, this article can only provide a whiff, the merest of scents, of the broad and deep expanse of Jason’s work. In fact, it humbles me to even attempt such an undertaking.

North America – the ancient place of origin of the Anunna?

Rochdale Town Hall – was it really built in the late 1860s by men using handtools and horses and carts?

A Collapsing Narrative

I have over the last few years been becoming increasingly aware of the anomalies surrounding the falsification of the timelines of history concerning the magnificent architectural structures that exist(ed) all over the world and which point to vastly superior technologies being available to previous populations. The official narrative requires us to accept the notion that many such buildings like the superb town hall of Rochdale (to name but one random example from many) were constructed by a workforce whose only available technologies were hand tools and the horse and cart and within timeframes that collapse under scrutiny.

A more realistic view is that these buildings are in fact much older and are the dug-out remnants from a time when a catastrophe of immense magnitude wiped out the populations and with it the collective memory of those times. A reset, in other words.

Jason has identified the Phoenix Event as being the prime example of a reset – one that was meticulously recorded by our ancient seers and ancestors. Such was its impact, the people had to know about its return. It was the stuff of folk narratives, songs and factual record. Here, he refers to it as a weapon,

…in 3895 BCE the Phoenix Weapon reappeared. The civilisation of the Anunna was caught off guard, the majority were lost. Cities disappeared in a rain of mud that buried whole continents … Anunna population decimated again in massive quakes and a simulated poleshift, continental destructions volcanism, Commemorated later as the Fall of Man.

 

In the wake of this worldwide Phoenix destruction the Simulacrum introduced something new – the Vapour Canopy

 

This 3895 BCE reset began the 1656 years of Genesis and the PreFlood World.”

 

Source: Jason Breshears. “The REAL history of the Anunna and Sumerian texts before Babylonian priests altered the narratives turning the Homo Anunna into dark Anunnaki ‘gods’ ” – Playlist.

To re-focus on the lands of North America. There is a plethora of archeological and material evidence of vast megalithic constructions that have been buried under a cataclysmic fall-out that wiped out an ancient civilisation in North America, causing its ‘Anunna’ population to leave those lands and migrate East:

Unknown to the Matriarchy peoples of Asia, Africa and Europe, across the vast oceans, the descendants of the Anunna had built a vast civilisation in a very different North America

 

The Anunna were this time prepared for Simulacrum resets – technology, historical records and manufacturing intact, they had constructed fleets of arks and built underground survival facilities

 

In this 456th year of PreFlood antiquity, the American continents were devastated by cataclysm.

 

Many of the Anunna did not escape … cities, bunker facilities and arks were lost […]

 

The Americas were deemed unliveable and the remaining arks navigated to predetermined destinations in the Old Worlds of Asia, African and Europe.”

 

“Some Anunna remained in the Americas, others landed in the British Isles and built a fantastic civilisation, others settled the paradise-like lush freshwater valleys of the Mediterranean and Black Sea regions before they were seas…

 

but the most prominent Anunna group landed their fleet at Dilmun and then entered the historical record as the Anunnaki of Sumer, venerated by the Black-Headed People [Sumerian self-designation] who received them

 

Anunna bring textiles, pottery, cereals, domestic animals, medicines and chemicals, technology and engineering, masonry and carpentry, naval constructions called ships the Matriarchal peoples had never imagined (sic)

The Old World traditions of Bearded Gods was given credence with the appearance of the Anunna.” Jason Breshears.

With regard to the Anunna peoples’ origins being a devastated North America, from whence they migrated East, what is being presented here is a history of catastrophes that were so immense in their impact that the populations of the Anunna dispersed far and wide (and were known as the blue eyed bearded ones, as mentioned so widely in all manner of ancient records, from Japan to India to Sumeria to Egypt to Greece and South America) migrated East then, after many a long sojourn, Westwards to the Middle East, some back to the British Isles and, in the form of the later conquistadors, to South America; a place where their return was anticipated. The ancestors of those ancients then began to return to the land mass known as North America to build it on the solid foundations of Natural Law and Liberty.

For the purposes of this introductory piece, these sea-faring peoples brought with them, after they had been forced to leave their decimated, buried homelands in North America, advanced technologies that were introduced to the “Black Headed People” and gave them the view that they were Gods. The richness of this history is so wonderful, the more I realise it, the more I see what a crock of shite I was fed at school and beyond.

To be continued in Phoenix Rising (Part 2): a Royal Bread and Circus Show.

Further reading:

All of Jason’s work can be found at www.archaix.com

His You Tube channel is ARCHAIX

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Gone Rogue

Rogue Male, published in 1939, is a novel by Geoffrey Household in which the protagonist, a member of what he calls ‘Class X’, heads out to Poland with the aim of hunting a tyrant whose existence is a threat to millions.

Although the novel never mentions his name, it is apparent (and Household admitted to it being the case) that he has a certain Adolf Hitler in his sights. However, he is captured before he can pull the trigger. He is badly beaten and interrogated before being thrown over a cliff by his captors and left for dead. Though severely injured, he is able to literally crawl away and, eventually, sales down river, to arrange a deal with the first mate of a cargo ship which brings him back to Blighty via the East-end dock of Wandsworth.

The hunter, however, has become the hunted and what follows is series of adventures which begins with him killing a pursuer (in self-defence) in a railway tunnel and culminates with him trapped in his own cunningly-crafted underground den, set within the rolling countryside of Dorset.

Eventually, his hunter tracks him down and bottles him up in his badger-like hole. His subsequent escape is ingenious. He emerges with an adopted identity and, having settled the management of his estate with his trustworthy attorney, tans his skin, blackens his hair, adopts a distinct suit, appropriate to his intended destination, and heads off with a visa for Marseilles, France. Thus, he is ‘reborn’ and his life is, literally, renewed.

Household’s narrative is a deceptively simple one for, as is often the way with such tales of a rogue hero, the book offers a number of insights into the question of identity, the nature of being ‘British’, individual sovereignty, man’s primitive aspects, his connection with nature and his fellow men, his creative ingenuity, psychology, the nature of crime, repentance, stoicism and man’s all-pervading spirit. It is a meditation on the balancing of one’s intelligence with one’s earthy instincts. It is also something of a survival handbook, albeit a literary one compared to, for example, one of Ray Mears’ books.

At this point, even a mole should be able to  squint sufficiently and see the obvious: that this site was, at least partly, inspired by this novel, which I first read over 40 years ago. It was the essence of the individual spirit, the stoic quality of the hero and the all-pervading sense that he has no choice but to go rogue that appeals to me even now, just as it did then. Life, it is affirmed, is a heroic endeavour and man has to develop his character accordingly.

‘Class X’

Who belongs to Class X? I don’t know till I talk to him and then Iknow at once. It is not, I think, a question of accent,  but rather of the gentle voice. It is certainly not a question of clothes. It may be a question of bearing […]

 

I should like some socialist pundit to explain to me why it is that in England a man can be a member of the proletariat by every definition of the proletariat (that is, by nature of his employment and his poverty) and yet obviously belong to Class X, and why another can be a bulging capitalist or cabinet minister or both and never get nearer to Class X than being directed to the Saloon Bar if he enters the Public.

The protagonist identifies with a loose fitting, easy-going, modestly intelligent and thoroughly British, ‘Class X’ which, he posits, contains elements that can be readily spotted in those who belong to it. It is a class which naturally exists beyond any societal milieu and its ranks are marked by the individual’s keen powers of observation and trust in his own innate knowing , or instinct. ‘Class X’ is thus replete with rogue males, men who exist outside the flock, who are as able, when necessary, to move with it as they are to separate themselves from its wooly mass.

Such men have no political loyalty. Theirs is the realm of natural law, of common sense, of critical thinking and, most crucially, an inherent ability to discern their own emotions to the point where they can simply drop them or utilise them as appropriate to the given situation.

Not for them the satanic labyrinths of deals with the devil and turning a blind eye to the insanity around them: though capable of traveling through the simulacrum and its deceptions, these rogue males are private and capable creatures.

Rogue Males exist everywhere and, I would posit, are the forms of man most feared by the poor specimens of manhood who flounce about in the satanic institutions of the doomed New World Order. I have written about these types before and how the people are governed by the weakest examples of mankind. That these lily-livered types strive so hard for fake-celebrity or phoney historical status as a means of getting their rocks off, that they are so obsessed with ruling over the world and that they actually deem themselves capable of this fool’s errand is a but a great cosmic joke.

The nemesis to such types has always been the rogue male. Indeed, given the earthy qualities of the rogue male, how long would the black-faced actor Justin Trudeau last were he left in a room with any genuine rogue male?

In Household’s narrative, the rogue male creates the opportunity to assassinate a man who is a blatant tyrant and a threat to all that man holds dear: truth, law, liberty and honour. That image alone exemplifies the threat the rogue male has to those ponces who prance around on the world geo-political stage as well as their would-be overlords.

The rogue male is, by comparison to the collective mass of people, an errant:

adjective

1 formal or humorous erring or straying from the proper course or standards: he could never forgive his daughter’s errant ways. • Zoology (of a polychaete worm) of a predatory kind that moves about actively and is not confined to a tube or burrow.

 

2 [often postpositive] archaic or literary traveling in search of adventure: that same lady errant. See also knight errant.

Paradoxically, it the errant amongst us, whether male or female, who is crucial to the existential uplift of the collective.

Without the knight errants in our midsts, man would be doomed to a life enslaved to the satanic state-corporate and its associated dark realms.

With all that being said, readers may be interested to hear that I am planning on producing a series of RogueCasts, which will feature conversations with a variety of Rogue Males, from any and all backgrounds, who, for self-evident reasons, belong to what Household may have termed ‘Class X’. Watch this space for more details and, if you would like to contribute to the production by way of a donation towards the costs, then please do so via the ‘donate’ button and I will credit it you in the title pages of the podcast.

Wishing you all a blessed day,

Michael

Blessings to David R for his unflinching support of this site.

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