I’ve recently been asked to talk a little about myself, where I’m “coming from” and what my “position” is. I will try to give a brief synopsis of how I’ve arrived at this current juncture in my life.
Somewhere around the age of 10 or 12 I had an “out of body” experience induced through fear. At this early age, it suddenly led me to question how “attached” mind and body were. It has been suggested since that I “imagined” this experience, which may or may not be true, but irrespective of that, this “event” still appears the facilitator which changed the course of my life. In my early teens I became a “Born Again Christian” for around 6 months until being told by one of the “leaders” that my grandmother was going to Hell, even though she was a “Christian”, because she had not been “born again” and baptised in the Holy Spirit. Having observed first hand the hypocrisy of this particular woman, compared to the genuineness of my gran, I left to seek my “truth” elsewhere.
Perhaps due to being born on the mid-summer solstice, I found a fascination with Norse and Celtic mythology. It was not that I “believed” it, but found a beauty and logic which I resonated with. For example, from the Book of Kells:
“Three candles to illume all darkness, Truth, Nature, Knowledge”.
I was in the last intake of grammar school education having scraped through the 11+, hating those 5 years, and only achieving 4 ‘O’ Levels at grade ‘C’ in English Language, English Literature, Religious Education and Commerce. I went on to do a BEC National Business Studies Course at college which included economics, law, marketing and advertising, numeracy and accounting etc. After 2 years I failed the whole course due to failing the accounting exam (all modules had to be passed in order to pass the course). Having gained and gleaned so much information in those years, and due to discovering that one girl who had cheated still passed (the exams were internally marked and her lecturer believed she would have passed if not so stressed and so passed her anyway!) I decided I did not need a piece of paper to tell me what I knew! I then decided not to retake the exam.
Spending a short time on what was then known as “The Dole”, in ’85 or ’86 I ended up going into the “family business” of stationery and printing, which I did for 23 years, seeing change I could never have predicted (the desk-top publishing revolution).
The early 1990’s produced profound changes in my perspective, discovering a comedian and philosopher called Bill Hicks. Although foul mouthed, and whose humour was at times too dark for my taste, a single joke he told was the most profound thing I had heard in my entire life…
“The ‘News” is supposed to be objective right? So how come every drugs story is a negative one? It’s always the same one, young man on acid thought he could fly and jumped out of a window, what a tragedy… what a dick, if he thought he could fly why didn’t he check it out from the ground first, you don’t see birds lined up on an elevator to fly south, they take off from the ground, the guy’s an idiot, he’s dead, good, means I’m one car less linked up in traffic. How about a positive drugs story? Just once?…
Today a young man on acid realised that all matter is merely energy condensed into a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream and we are the imagination of ourselves… here’s Tom with the weather”.
Around that same time, I was developing an interest in UFO’s and attended a number of conferences and lectures, purchasing a particularly enlightening video by Richard Hoagland of a briefing he’d given to the United Nations (which also contained 20 minutes of footage taken from the space shuttle). This was literally paradigm shifting information for me in those days, and in the years I spent researching this topic, all I could actually “prove” was that we were being decieved, misled, and lied to by “officialdom” (for want of a better word).
I had spent a few years performing amateur dramatics, and due to an interest in the musical genre known as “The Blues”, started writing reviews for an independent magazine called “First Hearing”, having met the Editor in the Am. Dram. Society. For some reason I’d been given a graphic novel to review (not within my remit!) called “Sandman; Season of the Mists”. Basically, the Devil was fed up running Hell so quit and the other ‘gods’ started fighting to make claim to the domain. One character in the story was called “Lord Dream” and I was inspired to write a song. In 1996 when I first went on-line I used this name as a pseudonymn.
Towards the end of the decade, my father developed some sort of bizarre mystery illness which the medical profession totally failed to solve, finally classifying it as “palandromic rheumatism”. He went on to suffer from “acute spinal chord compression” as the bacteria Staphylococcus had found a nice little place at the base of his neck to breed. Within a week, from thinking he had a twinge in his back, he was hospitalised (in agony and paralysed), and our family were informed not to expect him to live. He did, gradually regaining about 90% mobility within 12 months. By 2000 I had become convinced that the root cause of both illnesses was viral in nature, and had started to research “alternative” treatments… this led to a further paradigm shift as I discovered significant evidence suggesting the suppression of “technologies” which aided healing, that were both cheap and effective.
One of these technologies, discovered by Royal Raymond Rife, shed light on my understanding of how the universe actually worked, the nature of reality. Sadly it is not possible to utilise easily, however, I came across the work of Bob Beck and his “protocol”. This was based upon a scientific discovery back in 1990 or ’91 at the Albert Einstein Medical College, which proved that a few micro-amperes of current were able to disrupt the outer protein layer of the HIV virus, essentially disabling it. Although I purchased a device, I was unable to convince my father to use it as directed, and did not focus on “Ionic Colloidal Silver” (another part of the protocol) until the Christmas of 2000 (when my father went into hospital for the final time). He died on the 5th January 2001 before I had chance to explore this avenue of “healing”.
2001 was a very difficult time for me, having accumulated so much evidence of efficacy of these modalities of healing, but not having been able to establish whether they would have worked for my father, I buried myself into research. A Canadian friend’s husband was diagnosed with bladder cancer during that time, and following discussions decided to experiment. He appeared to go into “spontaneous remission” in a period of six weeks whilst using home made ionic colloidal silver. This “anecdotal evidence” spurred me on, and serendipitously I was introduced to an “electronics wizard” who, over a period of 12 months, built a device to my specifications. Having tried to get my GP (who had genuinely done all within his power for my father) to put people in touch with me if he was unable to help, I was told this was impossible due to a “conflict of interests”. He advised me that as long as I was “doing no harm” all I could do was to sell the device or information as the “medical industry” was “more complex than I appreciated”.
Simply because I’d wished to have the email address of “DreamWeaver”, I’d purchased a Limited company (as that was the only way to obtain the last domain name available). When I was ready to start selling the devices and giving away the information I’d accumulated in 2002, it seemed pointless to purchase another company (although people pointed out the name “DreamWeaver” really was not the most appropriate epithet to give credibility to “medical” information!). That said, in essence I’m a “Fatalist” and believe “everything happens for a reason”, and so continued on my path ignoring these criticisms (rightly or wrongly). I genuinely believed the information I was sharing freely would have a profound effect on humanity – if not the world, at least here in Britain. I chose to disbelieve Beck’s claim that “85% of people would ignore the information without even looking at the evidence”… I was proven wrong.
Running adjacent to this, having discovered that grand “conspiracies” really do exist (in the previous decade), I was beginning to question the event’s of September 11th. Like everyone else, I had seen the images of the twin towers collapsing, shown repeatedly ad nauseam on the media, but Bill Hicks had used a phrase in his ‘rants’ on the Kennedy assassination which had stuck with me –
“for those of you who dabble in physics”.
Although failing my physics O level, Newton’s laws of acceleration due to gravity had been drilled into us, and I felt I had a general understanding of the principle. How the twin towers had fallen so quickly (and into their own footprint at that), were beginning to play on my mind, and when I started to search the internet I discovered I was not alone in this questioning. Alex Jones documentary “Road to Tyranny” was the first I came across, which again, caused another shift in my paradigm of “how the world actually works”. Along with the blood electrification and ionic colloidal silver, I became a proponent of “awakening” people to questioning the events of that day and where we, as a collective, were heading.
After many years, I “became aware” that our species has been manipulated and brainwashed to such a degree that “critical thinking” felt like a thing of the past, “Truth” is not important to the majority, and people don’t appear to have any desire to take “Self Responsibility” (perhaps because they fail to even recognise “Self”). My perspectives on life and reality had changed to such a huge degree that, as I turned 40 I decided to take a short break from my life in front of the computer screen, and booked a “holiday” in Derbyshire on a “woodland survival course”. Upon my return I suddenly discovered I had lost the will to watch television, and shortly after gave it away and have not owned one since. My Apple Mac on the other hand still feels like a limb!!!
Within around 12 months, my mother had decided she no longer wished to continue running the business my father had started (as she was already past retirement age). Both myself and my sister had “lost heart” in it since his death, and neither of us wished to take it on. The business changed hands (for what felt like a pittance as the “economic climate” was changing), and was taken over by a very nice gentleman. I took my redundancy. 2008 was a very difficult year on the mundane level, with so many negotiations and “sorting out” to do, and with the arrival of January the 1st 2009, I suddenly found myself in a “new place”, no job and no direction.
I’d had an interest in etymology since a child, and was well aware of Jordan Maxwell’s enlightening offering of his research into where certain words came from. The one which had stuck in my mind for a long time was that of “Government”, a word created in “Middle English” from the Greek word “Govern” meaning to control (originally to steer cattle), and the Latin word “Mentis” meaning Mind. I cannot remember the exact point in early 2009 when I discovered “legalese” actually existed, or who I’d read or watched that led me to look into it, but it proved to be a profoundly life changing discovery. By my 42nd birthday, in only a 6 month period, I’d heard John Harris and Robert Arthur Menard’s perspectives of “Freemen on the Land”, visiting sites like tpuc, thinkfree.ca, and fmotl amongst others. Now I know I’m not the smartest of chaps, in fact I perceive myself as a “humble fool”, perpetually learning, however as with the blood electrification, ionic colloidal silver and 9/11, there was evidence and proof of certain aspects which I perceived as irrefutable to anyone with a rational and reasonable mind. For example, I the man am NOT the capitalised version of the name I was given at birth by my parents, and that EVERYTHING IS CONTRACTUAL.
Knowing this, on July 2nd 2009 I served a “Public Notice of Understanding, Intent and Claim of Right” in my local newspaper, which included changing the name I go by at common law to that of Dream. Again, this brought some criticism as I was told I would “lack credibility” in the information I espoused by choosing such a strange appellation, but this epithet I believe was “destined” (for a number of reasons). On and for the record, it is not my role to convince, convert or coerce ANYONE about ANYTHING. I merely muse on my observations and experience, and pass it on as information. In addition, I do NOT seek conflict, I am a private, peaceful man who is following his heart. By choosing a monicker which may bring amusement or even mockery, I believe I am less likely to be perceived as a “threat” to any other man, woman or child. For those who read with care my NOUICOR, they should see why I have done that which I have done.
2009 was an incredible year of learning for me, not only of the difference between “lawful” and “legal” but also of my Self. I suddenly “discovered” (or perhaps “remembered” is a more appropriate word) around April, that I was not my “ego”, and that what I’d perceived as analogy by Shakespeare (or the real writers of his works), was in fact literal from an esoteric or philosophical perspective. I make no claim as to having the “full picture”, but the number of pieces of the jigsaw feel like they’re coming to me at an ever increasing rate. Whether this is due to what the Mayans appear to have been measuring, the “acceleration of consciousness” as claimed by the likes of Carl Johan Calleman and ian xel lungold, or our descent into “infinite novelty” as claimed by Terence McKenna, or whether this happens to us all as we age, I have absolutely no idea. What I DO know is that “I am a spiritual being on a physical journey” and 2010 will prove to be “interesting” to say the least (as I watch my redundancy pay-out decline to zero, and the need to find a source of income to survive becomes paramount).
Thank you to all those with whom I’ve “connected” through the “aether” or cyberspace on similar journeys of discovery as myself, particularly those within the “Freeman movement” who have offered information they believe will aid me on my path of comprehension.
Safe and peaceful journeys to you all,
Dream