Storming the Citadel - Colin R. Brookfield (ereader for android .TXT) 📗

‘Divine Neural Augmentation’ through which, pristine Homo sapiens remained connected to their Maker – a process referred to as the ‘Dreaming.’ As we go along, I will describe how ‘Dreaming Time’ was brought to an end at the ‘Fall’, the point where mankind fell and then remained under satanic control. It should also be mentioned, that this satanic influence has no images – other than those falsely attributed by mischievous people as control mechanisms.

Moving this process into modern times, it is then through the remarkable happenings in my own tumultuous life, where matters have proved quite conclusively that there is indeed a divine force for good but also, most worryingly, an elemental force in ascent that manipulates minds and physical environments, to achieve its dark desires.

Astoundingly, the totality of my super-normal empirical experiences, have proved beyond any possible doubt, that this dark influence was always aware that I would hunt down and expose its manipulations and for that reason, I also became the hunted. It turned my life into a war zone of inordinately persistent death and destruction that stalked me almost from the cradle. Even my parents made their dark-proxy input, yet despite the constant noises of extreme violence, the neighbours seemed not to notice, which made matters even more surreal.

I had some of my happiest young memories with my grandmother at her cottage in Shropshire. Whilst staying with her, it was with some alarm that I overheard that my father was on his way to return me to London but, it seems I had recognised a safer option and slipped out of bed in the dark to hide with the sow but, that plan did not work out too well.

As I move further along and our historical picture widens, we will see how hauntingly it touches upon the mythical tales shared by all cultures; tales of beautiful angelic places, which then became enveloped by an evil darkness. Well, there really is a truth behind this. It was a darkness such as this that marked the fall of mankind and continues still, to pervade the brutal side of our nature.

Holding this in mind, I should like to show how this has factored into my own very strange life, one that could almost have been lifted from the manuscripts of J.K. Rowling’s ‘Harry Potter’. For in this same seemingly fictional way, mine also began within a domestic nightmare and, that I also have an angelic protector that intercedes at the moment of my greatest peril. I feel this had even proved fortuitous for others near me at an imminent death moment (an IRA bomb experience will explain that later).

Of course, I cannot mention things like this without offering evidence, so let me proceed with some of the amazing experiences that entered my life. They are re-connections with something pristine, something that harks right back to events (as previously mentioned), that were common to early mankind before the ‘Fall’ and which I have referred to as the ‘angelic, guiding dreamtime’. It is through my own proven experiences, that the Dreaming is now seen to be reaching tentatively towards all of us once again, much as it did amongst the Australian Aboriginals and later, the American Indians, until the influx of other cultures eventually brought it to a halt.

Over the years, I have had hundreds of angelic dreams. These are a few, showing how they work and then support their reality case by means of prophetic happenings, witnessed by others on many occasions. It is through my massive assimilation of such phenomena over the years, that the angelic guiding-dream has proved itself blatantly real - as obvious as Mount Everest.

A prophetic dream gave me the ability to heal. The next day it proved startlingly real in front of witnesses and, continued to do so over the years. Moreover, it is through such improbable realities that one’s position of awareness cannot help but be permanently enhanced.

Jacquie was a dear friend who passed away a few years ago. I could stand ten feet behind her, point my hand and she would hear a loud noise in her head every time and from that position, when pointing at a leg or arm joint, she would describe whether my hand was moving vertically or laterally. This also worked from a remote position whilst she was at her house several miles away and at all times witnessed by others. Furthermore, these abilities are innate, yet suppressed, within us all.

In another lucid dream, I had an aerial view of a broad, beaten track that collective people pass along and showing the destruction, that it leaves behind. I can also see myself in the scene following a parallel course to one side of the collective people.

Then I notice a fine umbilical cord attached to me, which I knew led all the way back in time to the essence of everything, but I was not alone. Several translucent spirit people were following and covering up the cord as I travelled. I knew also that I had a purpose to accomplish somewhere far ahead but as I have since discovered that purpose concerns our reconnection to the angelic guiding dreamtime. Furthermore, in this lucid dream, I might also be (figuratively), representing the wider human direction, a consciously awakening process distancing itself from its unhelpful follower instincts.

My dream is also saying that the soul is not a given, it is only attracted to those who follow their own path of rational thinking and action. Whilst those with minds hard-wired to the whims and collective orchestrations of leadership, will remain on bad history’s road as resource and fodder for future wars in all places, as displayed on this addenda dream.

I stress continuously, that every one of those angelic happenings to me, are also the inherent property of everyone.

In another dream, I received a gift. I am standing fog bound upon a high hilltop when suddenly a circular opening clears in the sky like a tunnel that tapers into the distance.

Something was moving within it, circling around and getting closer until finally, I could see it was a magnificent sword, which then fell gently into my hands, point uppermost.

It was then followed by a male voice saying, “This sword kills the devil”.

Another dream, which pointed out mankind’s spiritual direction, commenced with a magnificent golden cushion upon which, a crown would be presented. A voice then gave me the name of that crown and stated, “Consciousness”. Then the dream slipped towards its meaning. It took me to the edge of an Elysian green meadow with groups of translucent spirit people. The messages were clear: The only path to higher spirituality is through the enhancement of our conscious awareness. The dream ended voicing the word ‘Cyme’, a word unknown to me. The dictionary identified the word as ‘the flower head’, which fitted the scene perfectly.

The complexities of my following clear, guiding dreams always seem easy for me to understand and so they should. After all, the thinking mind works in symbols; they are the language of beginning times and predate the first of proto-man’s verbal conveyances.

Again, it is not necessary to explain the complete meaning of the following dream beyond saying that, this is also cleverly couched in symbolic terms revealing the consequences of mankind’s unhelpful psychological/metaphysical-misjudgements – both are fully explained in my previous book, ‘The Cassandra Syndrome’.

This imagery is an allegorical representation; its grey place portrays Earth’s aggressors with all their accoutrements of war, doomed to remain when the small blue sky of deliverance closes. The red area likens the dark convoluted aspects of the human brain. The viaduct shows that the two levels are tied to a unified purpose and do so, by means of supports that are firmly rooted down in both places. A third level is indicated by the viaduct’s top surface. Furthermore, there is no embarkation point from the blighted area; it is only from the green (soon to clear) fogbound natural place, where there is access to that third level, enabling more highly evolved consciousness to fly onwards and upwards to its higher spiritual purpose.

Tusks are archetypal symbols – mythologems of transformation. These particular symbols were set in the context of altered states of mind. The ordinary exterior sky symbolises ‘unconsciousness’. These symbols indicate that through the guidance of such angelic symbolism, the ordinary, can become the extraordinary. Put another way, it is through positive interactivity with this primal language that we acquire intelligent direction (as did early people before the Fall). The male and female figures are an androgynous representation; a balanced togetherness of both male and female qualities, that in coming together within one, have wings to fly. Again, it is a dream pointing the right way for our awareness to develop.

This also came in a dream and as it came closer, I could see that its body was a composite of angry, armed, warring people throughout all ages.

Although I had never revealed that sketched image, years later the same picture appeared in a national newspaper, which implies that this image has emerged from the human collective unconscious, as a wake-up call to a human race that is averse to listening.

No matter how surreal these events must seem, my experiences are nevertheless absolutely truthful, utterly factual and in many cases, witnessed by others.

The subject of war, is addressing the satanic. I remember the horrors of the 1914/18 Great War books that I read as a child and the Holocaust pictures that flooded our newspapers in 1945. It was not until 1975, when the day arrived on which my mission and I finally met. It happened on a battlefield walk on the Somme in France, which my wife and I again visited recently.

This was a defining moment in my life; a revulsion of all the evil and ignorance that unendingly brings life to be slaughtered in such places and in all countries. It was made so much worse because the primary causes had never been addressed, though not without good reason because, the most critical answers always lay in places too dangerous for people to venture. I vowed that day to address those causes and stayed true to that task.

The disclosures are now complete and in my previous book, ‘The Cassandra Syndrome’; it takes us back to the lost in time ‘Fall of Mankind’, that dark branch in the road taken – away from our Creator’s dreamtime guidance’s and into the all pervasive, orchestrations of something satanic.

I must give some more examples of the stage-managing satanic forces that erupt around me. My life began to exhibit coming problems at the age of two with a hospital near-death experience from mastoid and although there seemed nothing supernatural about this, nevertheless, it seemed to set the scene for the future.

A few years later, I was sent to some nearby newly built shops to buy cigarettes for my father. On the way back, I noticed a shop without a shop front. On the floor was a large pool of water and as I was wearing Wellington boots, I went for a paddle.

I was not aware of the adjacent heavy electric cable and iron junction boxes until I was exploded out of the shop in a giant blast and sheet of flame; it cut off the electricity to an estate of houses.

My mother was not impressed with the singes on my clothes or my singed hard hair and purple skin but, it was all back to normal within a week or so.

There were occasions when my father had tried to rid himself of both my sister and me. One such event occurred at the age of nine when perhaps, from past experience, I should have been a little more observant and noticed his next malevolent plan arriving. He was a builder and, had purchased an old cement mixer with a lot of hardened concrete still