Psi File 1999-2004

The Paranormal and Spiritual Incidents (PSI) File

This is a record of the many incidents suggestive of the reality of paranormal phenomena and of a spiritual dimension to which I have been a party since the spring of 1998. I have had occasional paranormal experiences before, but they began to occur in earnest after I started reading a book called Life Between Life, written by Joe Fisher and Dr. Joel Whitton, about reincarnation and the “bardo” experienced between incarnations. I borrowed this book because it had been mentioned in another book I had read, called Breakthrough, written by Whitley Strieber and concerning his alien contact experiences.

Although I had occasionally been drawn to the subjects of UFO’s and psi phenomena in the past, I had always avoided anything overtly “new age” or religious, having subscribed to the worldview of scientific materialism. However, this worldview had come under increasing strain over the past few years, beginning, I think, after I read Robert Pirsig’s, Lila and Zen And The Art Of Motorcycle Maintenance, round about 1992. Pirsig’s ground-breaking books (which, I now believe, are a useful bridge between scientific materialism and spirituality) use the literary device of a journey and after reading them I embarked on one of my own, a metaphysical journey which eventually opened my mind to a spiritual dimension, hitherto unsuspected. After reading “Life Between Life” and having the experiences which quickly followed, I became interested in reincarnation and many other spiritual and paranormal topics, such as near-death and out-of-body experiences, religion, mysticism, psi phenomena and other related subjects. What follows are the highlights of my many suspected psychic and, dare I say it, spiritual experiences since then.

I began to compile this dossier on 28/1/99. Where incidents are recorded more than a day or so after the event I have given the date of entry, so that some allowance can be made for inaccuracies due to the elapsed time between the experience and its recording. It should also be stated that I occasionally revise the entries later. This is done mainly for style - seldom for content - and always with care not to distort the facts.

April ‘98

(recorded 28/1/99)

After reading a few chapters of “Life Between Life” (Joe Fisher and Joel Whitton), I was at the point of dropping off to sleep when a female face, vaguely familiar, momentarily appeared in front of me (whilst my eyes were shut). About two hours later I was reading a book called “The Little Mermaid” to my daughters, chosen by Fiona, and not read for about a year. One of the pictures was of a strikingly-beautiful mermaid. Later I realised that this was the face I had earlier seen. 2/6/20 I only discovered years later that the name of the Mermaid, Ariel, was an old name for Jerusalem used in Isaiah 29.

April ‘98 (estimate)
(recorded 28/1/99)

Whilst in the process of waking up one Saturday morning, and though my eyes were closed, I saw three perfectly circular discs of light in front of me - two creamy-yellow spots below a white spot, the three forming a perfect triangle. They were bright, like spotlights, and I felt as if I was being observed, which unsettled me, as I felt quite wretched beneath their scrutiny. I dared to focus on one of the yellow spots, at which point two things happened: firstly, for the briefest of moments I seemed to connect with the light, as if I was sucked into it, sensing I had entered a larger reality, a golden dimension of love and light; secondly, all three spots disappeared. (26/10/02 - part of their function was to represent the first true triangular number, 3.)

May ‘98 (estimate)
(recorded 28/1/99)

Karen had to borrow my car key after getting into my car and finding that she couldn’t get her own key into the keyhole: it had bent almost one centimetre off the straight. A month or two before this she had showed me her key for my parents’ house, which had a sharp bend of about 60° in the middle (the car key displayed a more rounded bend). I had not suspected anything at that time.

Over the next few weeks Karen’s car key gradually straightened then began to bend once more, all apparently of it’s own accord. 
May ‘98 (estimate)
(recorded 28/1/99)

One lunchtime at work, whilst dozing, I had another possible precognitive flash of a vaguely-familiar face. That evening whilst putting petrol in my car I found myself opposite an old aquaintance, Fiona Carlyn, whom I had not seen for a few years. I am almost sure it was her face I had seen.

September ‘98 (estimate)
(recorded 28/1/99)

I had a vivid dream, ending in my meeting a woman dressed in black, victorian clothes, with a blue fluorescence emanating from and obscuring her face. At the time I had speculated about the meaning of this dream, connecting it with death and with the fact that, next day, I had for the first time noticed that the door of the pub next to where I had been standing in the dream (The Clifton Arms) was painted blue. About a month later I was walking up the same street to attend the funeral service of my aunt Chrissie, when I had the feeling that I was somehow re-enacting the dream. Close to where I met the woman in the dream, I noticed, for the first time, a fluorescent-blue advertising sign.

(recorded 28/1/99)

I finished reading The Road Less Travelled by M. Scott Peck, a book which made a deep impression on me. I then went to Scotmid for some groceries. While entering the shop, and thinking over topics associated with the book, I hit on a beautiful metaphor for what is wrong with many people’s lives and how to change them for the better:

When the light goes out of our lives, we look to rekindle it in some way. We might try to find fulfilment through activity or material success. We might look for various ways in which to amuse ourselves - sometimes to the detriment of ourselves or others. If we are really down we might even turn to drugs or crime.

This is like creating our own light when a light bulb blows by lighting candles, or, if we are more desperate, burning our furniture, or even putting our house to the torch, just to keep the light going - because we don’t realise that it’s the flow of electricity (a metaphor for the connection to God) which keeps the light-bulb burning. Of course, we are throwing ever more valuable objects into the flames. But what we really need to do is to replace the light bulb or change the fuse, so that the electricity flows once more - in other words renew our connection to God.

The longer I thought the metaphor through, the more apt it seemed. By this time I was in the supermarket. I was walking along the aisles buying my groceries, when I was suddenly asked by a dishevelled, unshaven old man to pick a pack of four light bulbs from the top shelf (he didn’t speak clearly and I had initially given him a single bulb, but he insisted on the pack of four). I thought nothing of it and continued with my shopping. When I arrived at the tills I saw that there were long queues at every till except the one the old man stood at, so I took my place behind him. Then I saw the light bulbs again - and I was hit by a sudden revelation! Was I being given a message? I don’t know, but I can say that I was very suspicious. The little man had a glint in his eye which I will never forget.

(8/4/00) I feel I should record, despite the fact that it seems ridiculous, that the little man was dressed very like the tramp in It’s A Wonderful Life, which I had watched for the first time on Christmas night, three days before the experience and after I had started reading the book (I got the book out of Broxburn library on about the 23rd and taped the film on the 24th). The tramp was, of course, an angel who came to show the character James Stewart played that his life was worth living. The scene where the angel saved him from suicide took place during a snowstorm at Christmas. After I finished watching the film I looked outside to see that, at 11.50 PM and with snow falling and lying, we had just managed a white Christmas. Coincidence, or another beautifully-timed synchronicity?

2 + 8 + 1 + 2 + 1 + 9 + 9 + 8 = 40
28 + 12 = 40
28 = MAN
12 = 4 + 4 + 4

December ‘98
(recorded 9/2/99)

Dreamed I was spending a lot of time drinking and socialising. I suddenly felt guilty and found myself trying to build some sort of bridge, made of sods, over the Brox Burn in a local field. Then I was standing beside two stumps of two trees, which had somehow been ravaged, or at least lived in, by ants. David Hughes, who used to play in the band, pointed to the first tree stump I noticed and said something like “You’ve had twenty-four years of this”. He then pointed to the other stump and said something like “You’ll have twenty more years of that“.

This dream intrigued me. I’ve played in brass bands for twenty-four years; do I have twenty left? The ravaged tree stumps seemed to have some relevance to my state of mind. 12/6/00 - Perhaps I’ve got twenty more years of inner turmoil (my usual state of mind). I now also see that this dream was the first version I remember of the water-crossing dreams I’ve so often had since (see entry for 4/3/99 and others).

(13/11/04) The ravaged tree stumps represented the twin towers! The numbers 24 and 20 sum to 44 (11 x 4) and strung together give 2420 = 11 x 11 x 20.

(recorded 9/2/99)

Dreamed I was sitting on a sunny street when a disabled woman approached me and seemed to say the word “yellow” (the day before I had passed a disabled woman in PC World). I was flicking through what seemed like yellow stamen. I acknowledged her, which seemed to cause her delight for some reason.

The next day I was browsing inThins bookshop at the Gyle Shopping Centre when I came across a book with a bright yellow cover, called The Yellow Book. It was an excellent compendium of spiritual proverbs and advice.

(recorded 24/2/99)

At a meeting that afternoon with a colleague I began to feel very relaxed and somewhat disengaged from the business at hand. Then, for a few minutes, I felt as if my mind first expanded then connected with something which I have heard described as, and which felt like, a “field of consciousness“. I felt enveloped in a peaceful stillness and sensed that I was in the presence of a larger intelligence, or perhaps several intelligences, which radiated a beautiful, poignant sense of the sacredness of life. From this vantage point I recognised my normal waking state to be fraught with unnecessary and mostly negative emotion - and saw that my everyday personality was an illusion. I was so relaxed for the rest of the evening (an unusual state for me) that the tone I produced on my euphonium at band practice was exceptionally clear and ringing.

There was a feeling of being above and beyond the pull of my emotions, and a sense of being connected to a larger reality. I want to get there again.

17 and 18/2/99
(recorded 23/2/99)

On the 18th I began reading Further Along The Road Less Travelled by M. Scott Peck. This is a sequel to his first book, and concerns itself mainly with spiritual growth.

I had two vivid dreams on the 17th and 18th which seemed to be connected. The first dream concerned my childhood and ended very disturbingly, with me the adult apparently killing myself as a child, for some wrongdoing, on the instruction of a higher authority. I was very troubled by this dream next day. That night I dreamt I was shown a squarish, cockroach-like insect, which I thought represented me. I took hold of the struggling insect, whereupon it metamorphised into a large, energetic, brightly-plumed bird. Later in the dream this theme was repeated as I saw a fish jump out of a stream and sit beside me, immediately turning into a large, eagle-like bird, almost frightening in its vivacity, and eating raw meat. The two dreams taken together perhaps represent a kind of symbolic death and rebirth.

I had recently had two other powerful dreams, one involving a small, luminous insect and the other a tiny goldfish. These were in some danger in the dreams and I found myself trying to protect them throughout. Did they represent my soul? It’s interesting that the dream I recorded above concerned the transformation of both an insect and a fish. 6/12/04 - I’m reading Memories, Dreams, Reflections, by CG Jung. He had a very similar dream as a youth, which he regarded as revelatory. He regarded the light as his conscious mind. The phantoms behind him he regarded as a Brocken Spectre, a projection of his conscious mind. This explains so much, especially my ‘big dream’ as a child about being chased down a corridor by an evil witch, through two succesive doors, one of which had an apple for a handle (this was a premonition of 9/11, the second door representing NY, both doors together representing NY/WDC and simultaneously the twin towers - my opening of them representing my opening the doors to an understanding of the sigificance of the event).

(recorded 23/2/99)

I finished Further Along The Road Less Travelled, which impressed me almost as much as the first book by M. Scott Peck.

The same night, after I returned from band practice, I set the grill on fire making toast. The sound of the fire alarm wakened the girls, so I went up to kiss them goodnight. I switched off their bedroom light to see the phosphorescent stars and planets I had stuck to the ceiling. As I looked up at the ceiling, the light twice switched itself on and off! These were definite flashes, lasting about one second each, not flickers. The prosaic explanation for these events is that I had forgot to turn the grill off and hadn’t properly switched the light off. However, bearing in mind the metaphor which came to me after reading M. Scott Peck’s first book, I think I might have been given a reminder! I have since tried to get the light to flash by wiggling the switch, but it is either on or off.


Dreamed, for the first time in many months, that I could fly. There was a quality of freedom and realness to this dream which marked it out from others. In the dream I was standing on the patch of grass outside my parents house when I decided I would fly. I even had to duck to avoid the telegraph wires which were immediately overhead (and are, at that location). I could travel great distances in a very short time. It was a variation of dream I have occasionally had in the past. In it, I can only fly if I have enough confidence in my ability to do so. When I ponder upon it or if other people are around (in the dream), the ability deserts me.

In another powerful flying dream I had several months ago, I could zoom about anywhere I wanted, even through windows, (and whilst floating in mid air, spoke to a naked man standing on a bed, asking if he believed I was real!). If my confidence waned whilst flying I would begin to fall, but through an exercise of will could regain height and speed.

I have no idea if either of these dreams had any paranormal or spiritual component, and I particularly do not wish to imply that I had an out-of-body experience. However, the dream seemed to be important - and I have recently become convinced that dreams are a very mysterious yet fundamental part of our lives.

In two powerful dreams I’ve had recently, I am swimming in a stream/dangerous, swelling, shark-infested sea and have to pass through a narrow tunnel/strait. On the other side is a woman, who I embrace and accompany through a garden/a city which reminds me of Shangri-la, which I have to reach but do not before the dream ends. These obviously-related dreams seem to me to tell of a difficult journey ahead, but one which is worth making.


I’ve been reading People Of The Lie by M. Scott Peck over the last couple of days. This is the sequel to The Road Less Travelled (written before Further Along The Road Less Travelled) and is a penetrating study of human evil and how it might be scientifically recognised and overcome. Given the events following my completion of the other two M. Scott Peck books I’ve read, I was acutely aware of the possibility of another “message”. I was not to be disappointed.

Two light bulbs have blown over the previous twenty four hours, so Karen reminded me earlier to get some light bulbs. On my usual Saturday morning trip down the street today I remembered, as I passed Scotmid, that I had something to buy, but couldn’t quite place it (this may have been significant). This evening I went out to get a fish supper for the girls (requested by them), a loaf of bread (requested by Karen) and a bottle of wine for Karen and myself. I decided to get light bulbs too. Of course, I was acutely conscious that an ”event“ might occur, but wondered if this would be possible when I was in a state of acute sensitivity about almost every action I was taking.

I went to Scotmid, bought a pack of four light bulbs, identical to the one I had previously picked off the top shelf for the little man, got my bread and wine, then went to the checkout. Looking at my groceries I then realised that, along with the light bulbs which have connected all these experiences, I had bought foods with biblical associations - bread and wine. Driving up to Uphall chipshop I then realised I was about to purchase a third biblical food, and the one most associated with Christianity: fish! Not as mysterious as strange little men or flashing light bulbs, but still a clear message, I believe. I asked Karen over dinner what she thought were the three items of food and drink most associated with the bible. “Bread, wine and fish“, she answered, almost without hesitation. I feel like a puppet, manipulated by higher forces. (16/8/07) Bread wine and fish are each associated with one ofJesus’ miracles.

In the chip shop, the only other person there was a man, who asked for a black-pudding supper and subsequently changed the order to a white-pudding supper. All weekend I have been wondering how much evil I have in me. Perhaps I am saveable.


I’ve been off work for the last two days with a bad cold. Worse than the cold has been the negative thoughts I’ve been troubled with recently. The cause, I suppose, is that I’m a little depressed at the prospect of being relieved of some of my responsibilities at work. I also feel a sense of failure over my recent staff difficulties.

I went for a long walk this afternoon, round Roman Camps and back via the canal, to try and get my head together again. Whilst walking along the canal bank, deep in thought about my situation at work, my attention was grabbed by a crow or rook about twenty feet away, which chattered noisily, as if to gain my attention, flew past and very close to me, over the vegetation growing on the bank, then veered back and passed me again. Then it did something I have never seen a crow do: it dropped into the water about ten feet from me, slowly and awkwardly swam to the other bank by flapping its wings - a struggle for the bird - then climbed onto the bank and walked around, seemingly aware of me.

I watched this spectacle with open-mouthed astonishment. The crow certainly wasn’t washing itself. So what was it doing? Did it feel like a swim? - or could it have been a show, put on for my benefit? Given recent events I certainly wouldn’t rule it out. If so there was a clear message, it seemed to me: you are in a difficult situation, but keep on struggling and you’ll get there in the end. Inspired by the crow, I wrote a report on my situation at work which saved the day for me.

17/4/99 - I also realise that the crow could well have been reinforcing the message from two recent dreams - see entry for 4/3/99. What does it all mean?

9/11/99 - I am recording something I realised months ago, possibly at the time it happened, but forgot to include. The swimming crow can be seen as a metaphor for the incarnated spirit, out of its normal element. This of course is very apt and, for me, quite poignant.


I noticed a few days ago that I had been carrying both a model fish and a small, egg-shaped stone in the inside pocket of my green jacket - taken together they are a perfect symbol of Easter, which was last weekend. The fish was given to me a week or two ago by Louise or Fiona, bought at a school craft fair. I had picked up the stone a couple of months ago at a reservoir and kept it on a whim.


I’m almost finished reading In Search Of Stones by M. Scott Peck, about a holiday in Wales, England and Scotland he and his wife took in 1992, looking for ancient standing stones. Of course, I’ve been wondering whether I will be given another “message”. Today I read up to just beyond the chapter about their visit to the impressive Callanish stones on Lewis. This took place on a Sunday, which meant they had great difficulty finding an open public toilet for his wife to visit. They eventually found an unlocked toilet adjoining a small church.

Tonight I went to my parent’s house for a party celebrating my father’s sixty-fifth birthday. They have just come back from Lewis, where they visited - would you believe it - the Callanish stones! Yesterday was Easter Sunday, and my mother also stated that she had had trouble responding to the call of nature because of the lack of toilet facilities. From her later description, I think she found the same toilet as Mrs. Peck. My parents also stayed at the same hotel as the Pecks. The Pecks and my parents are, incidentally, about the same age. I am astounded by the eery parallels between the two sets of experiences.

Unlike the previous incidents, this one took place before I had actually finished the book. However, given that I had gone just a little past the chapter on the Callinish stones, the timing was, as usual, exquisite. It might also be significant that the book concerned ancient stones - a suitable book to read at Easter! Further down the page I had stopped at in the book, Dr. Peck touches on the new-age community at Findhorn. I often read two or more books at a time, and had just started another book about that community, called The Magic Of Findhorn.

I should mention that I bought this latest book about a fortnight before the day I found out about my parent’s trip (the 7th), intending to read it at St. Andrews, which we visited from the 8th to the 10th of this month. I bought the Findhorn book at St. Andrews.

(30/11/99) Three days ago, I got a reply from Dr. Peck to the letter I sent him about my experiences in connection with his writings. In the letter his personal assistant (Dr. Peck is in poor health) mentioned that Dr. Peck can relate to my experiences - because he collects lightbulb jokes! I don’t need any more proof: there is a God.

I realised only yesterday that the reason I’ve had so many experiences in Scotmid must surely be because the word “Scotmid“ contains part of “M. Scott Peck”, as I’ve highlighted! Indeed, the “id” remaining is also a well-known Freudian term - and Dr. Peck is a psychiatrist!

(24/5/00) I’ve now just realised (in my slow, plodding way!) that the four experiences exactly cover the period from Christmas, Christ’s birth, to Easter, Christ’s resurrection - another awesome synchronicity. I am glimpsing ever more of a magnificent, dazzling, perfectly-woven tapestry. Glory be.

(22/8/00) The numbers 4, 40 and 333 have cropped up repeatedly in my spiritual adventures...I received four messages related to M. Scott Peck’s writings, related to four books of his I read. The little man insisted on a pack of four light bulbs. The fourth experience involved four people. He talks about four stages of spiritual growth. The woman whistled four distinct notes at me just before I went to buy TRLT. He was about forty when he wrote TRLT and started reading the bible. I was about forty (see below) when I read the four books, and recently started reading the bible just before my forty-first birthday. The biblical flood lasted for forty days and nights. Jesus lived amongst his disciples for forty days after his resurrection and lived in the desert for 40 days. It was thirty-three years and three days since I had received the bible. TRLT has three-hundred and thirty-three pages. Newly-ordained tibetan buddhist monks retire from the outside world for three years, three months and three days. Incidentally, Whitley Streiber mentions the importance of the number three-hundred and thirty-three in his alien contact books and its connection with freemasonry.

(24/4/01) There’s more. The TRTL experiences started on the fourth month of my fortieth year, ending four months later.

There are two incredible codas to this story. Firstly, last year I picked up a book by Dan Millman (a spiritual guru) about you life purpose. He has a system for working out your birth numbers from your birth date. It’s numerology, but I tried it anyway. My numbers were 8+8+1+9+5+9 = 40/4! I bought the book. Secondly Nick Bunick, a businessman turned spiritual writer (who claims he was told on nine occasions that he was the Apostle Paul in a previous life) says in a book he wrote that the number 444 is associated with the love or power of God. After I read this we bought Fiona a ring for passing her flute exam. The one she chose cost £4.40! My mind is reeling.

1 + 2 + 4 + 1 + 9 + 9 + 9 = 35 = Bill!


Dreamed I was at OU summer school with John McCallum. We were paired with two women and got an assignment which began in French, for a couple of lines, before changing to English. John then walked away with the women, saying he’d be back in a minute. They were gone for a while, though, and I eventually had to look for them, finding them in another building.

That morning I watched an article on TV about prince Charles speaking in French to some French schoolchildren. I then took my car to Kwikfit for a replacement exhaust. It took much longer than expected (about four hours) and the technician’s name was John McKinlay.


Dreamed last night I was back playing with Whitburn band, on solo euphonium. I shook hands with the conductor, Peter Parkes, but, though I was expecting to shake his right hand, he extended his left hand, which had a plaster round one finger.

This afternoon I met Kenny Crookston at Safeway in Livingston. We chatted for about an hour, mostly about Whitburn band. Kenny, who is left-handed, is the president of Whitburn band. Peter Parkes is the honorary president. Kenny and I haven’t spoken for a while, and the chat seemed to patch things up between us (hence, perhaps, the plaster).


Dreamed last night that my family and I were in a fierce battle with another family. There were casualties on both sides. After this I met a holy figure in a square, with some other people around. I tried to “connect” with this person, but the exercise seemed false. Finally, I found myself in a swimming pool with a friendly, man-sized crow, which I stroked as we relaxed.

This was a strange dream, but one which ended happily, with a sense of achievement on my part. I would speculate that the battle represented one I have recently gone through at work, which was damaging, and led to staff leaving, but which I survived (with my reputation somewhat restored after my principal antagonist was exposed as a troublemaker). I also feel a small sense of achievement in the way I’ve conducted myself over the last couple of days. My relaxing with the crow might be related to the incident with the crow I related in my entry for 11/3/99, and could (I hope) be a sign that I’ve successfully negotiated my way through my recent difficulties.


After a quiet period I recently had a very interesting precognitive dream. On the night of the 11th I dreamed I would be off work on Sunday when I should be putting in extra hours, like others in the company. I felt this was an indication that I actually should do more unpaid overtime. On Sunday (yesterday) I marched with the band in the civic-week parade, then went off on a drinking session with Andrew and other band members. This lasted well into the evening, at a time when the garden badly needs working on, and I spent more money than I should have. Once I got home I fell asleep on the settee, much to Karen’s annoyance. I’m not proud of myself, especially after getting very drunk last Saturday, but it did strike me today that the dream, interpreted symbolically, now makes complete sense.

I only record the ones I can verify as being accurate, but I also believe that I’m getting a lot of messages and precongitions through my own dreams at the moment. A major problem is decoding my dreams - it’s way beyond me at times! Perhaps dream interpretation is an acquired skill, but it’s one we all should work on. I’m now convinced that many dreams, perhaps all, can be mined for important or useful information, which, astoundingly, seems to have been skillfully woven into them for our benefit. The thought fills me with wonder and dread: someone, smarter and wiser than my conscious self, knows my deepest thoughts and problems and is trying to help me. I should honour this unknown benefactor by helping myself more.

I’m filled with admiration for the elegance and economy with which the dream messages themselves are presented, as is the case with the messages I’m now convinced I occasionally receive during my waking hours. Perhaps a case in point...

Last Tuesday or Wednesday I was driving home through Linlithgow and, as is occasionally my want, was mentally masturbating myself by imagining how well I would play such-and-such a solo on the euphonium, how impressed others would be by my virtuosity, etc., etc. In fact, I believe I reached new heights of egotism on this occasion. Just at the point when I reached some sort of cerebral orgasm, a bird emptied the contents of its bowels all over my windscreen in spectacular fashion! I wouldn’t have been surprised if it was a crow.


Dreamed last night I was in some kind of long-distance race, in which I did quite well, finishing third. This afternoon Karen phoned to say that Louise wanted to join a local athletics club. Karen had mentioned this a few weeks ago, but I had forgotten, especially since Louise had gone to Tai-Kwong Do last night and seemed to want to continue with it.

There was more to the dream, as with so many others, but I just couldn’t figure it all out. Perhaps if I live my life in such a way as to raise my consciousness level, I will reach a point where I can extract the full benefit from my dreams. In fact, the messages might deliberately be hard to decipher for that very reason!


Since my last entry I’ve had several dreams with a precognitive element (at least two per week), but last night’s was particularly impressive. I dreamed there was something important under the Straight of Gibralter. Immediately I found myself under the water, looking at a white object, which looked like three connected pipes, shaped like an upside-down Y. The object had energy pulsing through it and brighter stripes within or around it, which seemed to be restraining it. I was intrigued by this dream today - so much so that I made a drawing of the object at work - but, though I’m becoming more adept at dream interpretation, this one defeated me.

Tonight, Karen and our neighbour, Ethel, who had come back from a cruise just a few hours before, were standing beneath a tree out on the pavement which runs past our front gardens, chatting about her holiday. I had been meaning to trim a few branches off that tree for some time as they hang so low that people have to stoop to pass underneath them, so I got a saw and did just that. There were two low-hanging branches which I found were connected, so I sawed them off just above the connecting branch. As I took the branch over to the skip, I noticed it was making the same upside-down Y shape as the dream image, with my fingers perhaps representing the brighter stripes. A question formed in my mind - where had Rab and Ethel been cruising? On returning from the skip I asked Ethel where the cruise had taken her. “Well, we started off at Gibralter”, she replied - which was no surprise to me!

Half an hour later, at Uphall Scotmid, a young, extremely-attractive female flirted with me. This is probably worth relating just for its rarity value for me - but the same thing happened about three months ago, starting and finishing at the same spots in the same shop with another attractive girl. The final look both girls (neither of whom I had seen before) gave me at the counter was embarrassingly long and personal. Given that this event happened just after confirmation of my spectacular precognitive dream, whilst I was still in a daze about it, I’m naturally suspicious. 30/10/99 - Of course! It was identical to the episode with the little man! Each meeting started in the middle of the shop (Uphall Scotmid, instead of Broxburn Scotmid) then ended at the checkout - see entry for 28/12/98. It’s all connected - I know it! 18/7/00 - could it also be that the meetings symbolised my life, initially meeting these people at the refrigerator/a low point in my life, in the middle of the shop/my life and meeting them again at the checkout/my death?

The night before, I had had a very intriguing dream which, perhaps significantly, took place at Uphall cemetary. Norman Donaldson poured me what looked like lager, but was a slurry of an ion-exchange resin in water. The bulk of the amber ion-exchange beads were sitting near the bottom, but many were floating to the surface then sinking again, then others floating to the surface, in a continuous process. I was giving Norman a “scientific” explanation for this, along the lines, as I remember, that the beads on the surface were becoming electrically charged, which attracted them to the others on the bottom, whereapon the charge was dissipated amongst the beads, releasing more to float to the surface.

When I looked at the glass again it had changed into a glass hamster cage, like ours, which was full of water, with a very large mother hamster swimming on the surface and baby hamsters replacing the amber beads. Some were struggling at the surface, looking for a landing point, others were at the bottom, not drowning but socially interacting!

It only took me a few seconds, on waking up, to realise that the dream was very probably a symbolic interpretation of reincarnation. Whether this dream was some sort of confirmation of reincarnation I don’t know, but it was filled with significant elements: being shown something by an authority figure (Norman), a symbol of God (the mother hamster), reincarnating souls (the amber beads/hamsters), Uphall cemetary (death), the electric charge (connection to God - see entries on events connected with my reading M. Scott Peck’s books). This was definitely a “big” dream.

On Saturday night (past midnight), after reading some poems by Walt Whitman, I wrote a poem: And Now, about our destruction of the environment and it’s probable consequences for us. Whatever its literary merits, it’s probably the best thing I’ve yet written.


Yesterday, after a visit to Thriepmuir reservoir, I felt unusually relaxed for the rest of the afternoon - in a state of “inner peace”. Last night I dreamed I very briefly met my Uncle Hugh (Moonie). His entire head was painted blue. This morning I met his wife, my aunt Beth, who habitually wears, and was wearing, blue-tinted spectacles. I hadn’t seen either of them for months. Other aspects of this dream (and another recent dream) may have been precognitive.

(recorded 7/9/03)

Today was the much-heralded near total eclipse of the sun. I witnessed it through the telescope and was suitably impressed when the daylight faded to a fraction of its normal brilliance.

However, I have only recently come to understand that even this natural event was manipulated to provide humankind with a further (in fact it was the first) indication that these are indeed the ‘end times’ and that this event is symbolised by the number 11.

1. The eclipse took place at 11:11 am.
2. The date was the 11th.
3. The numbers 1+ 1 + 8 + 1 + 9 + 9 = 38, 3 + 8 = 11. 38 = Lucifer (r)

or, assuming the number 11 stands on its own because of its importance and because this is numerological tradition,

11 + 8 + 1 + 9 + 9 + 9 = 47, 4 + 7 = 11. 47 = beast.


The night before last I had a dream which accurately precognised various events at yesterday’s Troon contest. In the dream, Alex Chalmers fixed the engine of my car, whereas in real life it was the valves on my euphonium he sorted. There were other events too - me not getting lunch, oiling my fourth valve before going on stage, walking along narrow paths and down steps to get to the car - all of which were present in the dream.


The precognitive dreams keep on coming. A few nights ago I had a curious dream about acupuncture and a needle getting stuck in my right arm, on the inside, at the elbow joint. I eventually got the needle out. I also had an argument with a shopkeeper about a long tube of sweets I had ripped slightly at the midpoint. We later made up. Next day I noticed a nasty spot on my right arm, at the point where the needle in the dream had gotten stuck. It was particularly red and sore and there was a hair growing out of it. It took a long time (and several squeezes) to clear.

Three nights ago I dreamed I was lying beside the bath when the girls came in and jumped into the bath. Next morning Fiona asked me if I would take them swimming, saying she didn’t mind if I just watched (which I normally do, although the girls prefer if I swim too). I hadn’t taken them swimming for several weeks.

Two nights ago I dreamed that Rae Mitchell met me in reception and snuggled up close, which I took to be sexual overtures. In the dream I returned the favour. Today I received a letter from an NHS Trust hospital asking for a job reference for Rae, who was made redundant four or five months ago, then started a new life in Yorkshire. I would have gotten it yesterday but it was a Monday holiday. Letters are sorted out in reception every morning before distribution.


I’m not listing every precognitive or possibly significant dream any longer, only the ones I feel are verifiable or are particularly intriguing.

One in the latter category occured two nights ago. I dreamed that I was in a room at the top floor of a building in a street like Princes Street. Whilst measuring me for glasses, an optician was asking me how many drugs I had taken the night before. I listed what I had taken, which so disgusted him he (or she) refused to give me glasses. Andrew was there. We then left and went to the bottom floor through John Menzies store. The dream seemed to have great significance on several counts:

The drugs were an obvious reference to the amount of alcohol I had consumed the night before, the different drugs and amounts closely paralleling types and intake of drinks. Andrew has recently become teatotal. The optician could have been a metaphor for my spiritual benefactor(s), helping me to “see” the meaning and purpose of life more clearly.

If I have correctly interpreted all of the above events, then the optician’s disgust is a clear message that I have to stop, or at least cut down on, my drinking!

Several other dreams, including one the next night, have reinforced this point. I’m not an especially heavy drinker, but perhaps I need a clearer head to be more receptive to whatever enlightenment comes my way. However, there is an interesting twist to this tale. Yesterday I went on an internal auditor’s course, which took place in Fleming House in Cumbernauld. It took place in a meeting room on the top floor (or very near) of the building. At the start of the course, the instructor told us about a problem he had had with his glasses, which he had bought at M & S (similar sound to Menzies). This, of course, fits the dream scenario as well as my first interpretation!

I’m beginning to suspect that both interpretations are possibly correct. In other words, the dream has woven into it elements of my future experience at the auditor’s course to give me a warning about drinking too much! It may, in fact, be the case that the dream compiler (my unconscious? my higher self? God?) will take the most appropriate real-life situation which is easily accessible or memorable - be it from our memories of the recent past or the near-future - to construct the dream message. Any precognitive element of the dream may simply be a superfluous by-product, at least sometimes. If there is a realm of “no time” where a part of us resides and where our dreams originate from, this interpretation makes sense.

(recorded 7/12/99)

I had a very vivid dream about Germany being destroyed by nuclear weapons. I could see two bombs exploding and hurriedly tried to get everybody underground. I had no idea what this might be about at the time. However, Karen told me that she had recently dreamed that a gang of thugs were attacking an Asian takeaway.

This reminded me of the main news tonight - Russia are threatening to flatten the city of Groznyy, the capitol of Chechnya, on Saturday the 11th if the Chechen rebels do not lay down their weapons. Both our dreams can be interpreted in this light (Germany is in the same general direction as Chechnya/Groznyy and the names are similar sounding; the Chechens are muslims, as are most Asians). Have we each precognised this terrible event? I hope I’m wrong, or that it’s one of many possible futures.


I’m reading Jung at the moment: Archetypes and the Collective Unconscious. Paragraph 40 (that number again! - see entry for 12/4/99) describes a dream had by a theologian, where he sees a castle on a mountain, but is separated from it by a valley, through which runs a body of dark, forbidding, fast-flowing water. There is a path to the mountain which descends into the valley, through the water, and up the other side to the castle, but he finds the prospect uninviting. This is so, so close to many of my own dreams (for example, see entry for 4/3/99). According to Jung this dream represents the journey to spiritual awakening, which involves descending into the depths of the unconscious. My favourite piece of music, John Adams’ Harmonielehre, seems to represent this journey.


I’m not sure about reincarnation, but one night I asked whoever is guiding me (if anyone is) to give me details about my last life. I was serious in my intent. During a dream that night I had distinct impressions of the following:

1) a sweet shop or bakers (or, at least, white objects lying on shelves),
2) a sergeant major, shouting,
3) world-war one,
4) Edinburgh.

After these impressions I found myself suspended in a void, from which I heard a voice say that my name had been Sandy Macalinden, or a similar surname.

I have had many other dreams in which the location was in and about Edinburgh and the period was the early part of the century. They are often associated with a sense of depression or guilt (even that I might have committed murder). It might also be significant that I often feel depressed when I am in Edinburgh. I thought the name Macalinden was made-up sounding, but there are three Macalinden variants in the phone book. Not nearly enough there to convince me, but certainly enough to intrigue me. 22/8/00 - Ah ha! Sandy Macalinden has the initials SM. Could that be significant? 9/9/02 - I also realised about a year ago that the voice could have said Sananda Michael.


I am witnessing a scene on a ship, sailing on stormy seas (this is a familiar theme to me by now). The crew have tried to kill the captain by slashing his throat, but he is only lightly cut. He is relating this to me in frantic tones. After this, they try to get him to walk onto the deck to urinate, whilst a storm rages, hoping he’ll fall overboard. He is very upset about this, but also expects it somehow.

I wake up. I’d just gone to the toilet a little beforehand, my mind a maelstrom of negative thoughts spilling over from the previous day, so much so that I’d been worried about my heart. The captain, of course, is me. The crew, whatever lurks in my unconscious (my destructive tendencies?).

(recorded 3/1/00)

Exactly one year to the day and hour after my encounter with a strange but knowing little man I had another baffling experience, connected, once again, with M. Scott Peck’s most famous work.

The girls had asked me to take them to Livingston centre so they could spend their Christmas money. During this trip I went to WH Smiths to browse. I picked up The Road Less Travelled to read a passage I had remembered and decided I was going to buy it, as I had always promised myself I would. I felt a little guilty about this as we had spent a lot of money for Christmas, but felt it was an appropriate time to buy the book, being almost exactly one year after I had first read it, and because of its importance to my life.

I went to the bank to get money for the book then took the girls to Woolworths. As we walked there, a pop tune we had played the night before was running through my head. At one point a woman (though I didn’t get a good look at her) walked up to me and hummed a few notes from the same tune right at me - at exactly the same time as the very same passage was running through my mind! Furthermore, she hummed it at the same tempo and pitch as myself! I’m not sure what to make of that but it seemed very strange at the time. 1/6/00 - I recently realised - months later, as usual - that there was further significance here. The tune I was whistling was a descending sequence of four notes - CCAF - from a tune which was mostly instrumental, but included the words: “Do you think you’re better on your own?” In other words, on my own I’ll fall. I think I’m being urged to be less of an independant person, which I certainly am (What do I need to do? Get psychotherapy? Allow God into my life? Be more open? I wish I knew.) The only other words in the song are “ Talk to me”. Should I start talking to God?

After the kids had shopped at Woolworths we went back to WH Smith to get my book. There was a half-price sale on but The Road Less Travelled didn’t seem to be in it. I still felt guilty about spending £5.99 on it but picked up the book anyway and took it to the checkout. But - amazingly - I was only charged £1! The woman who served me commented “See - you’ve got peace of mind already!”, as if she knew I was feeling guilty!

I’m not absolutely sure if there was anything mystical going on here but given the exquisite timing of this event (which I only became fully aware of afterward - for instance I thought the original event had taken place on the 29th) and the meaningfulness of the second incident, I certainly wouldn’t rule it out. Both women seemed to know what was going on in my mind - a sobering thought if ever there was one.


I got The Holotropic Mind by Stanislav Grof for Christmas. This is a wide-ranging exploration of non-ordinary states of consciousness and what they tell us about the human psyche and the nature of reality. Grof is a founder of transpersonal psychology and, I think, a spiritual heir of Jung.

Grof amasses impressive evidence that birth is a traumatic experience for the baby, who can undergo a range of intense emotional experiences, ranging from the spiritual to the demonic. If Grof is correct, this event can have a truly profound influence on our lives, giving rise to many of our most deeply-rooted psychological problems and even influencing the psyche of entire nations and the course of certain critical periods of history.

I am profoundly impressed by Grof’s theory and wonder if some of my dreams can be interpreted in this light. For instance my “big” dreams of crossing a dangerous body of water, passing through a narrow gap or tunnel, towards a greatly-desired destiny (see entry for 4/3/99) could be a memory of my own birth rather than the Jungian interpretation that I have embarked upon a spiritual journey (see entry for 3/12/99). Or both interpretations could be correct. Both birth and the journey through life itself are difficult and dangerous and, in fact, are metaphors for each other - my dreams often combine two or more elements to create a single, powerful message. Was my own birth traumatic enough to be the root cause of my problems in life? Am I on a spiritual journey, currently struggling through the “birth canal“ of constraining events, attitudes, memories, relationships, behaviour patterns and emotional responses?


I had another precognitive dream a few nights ago, about driving up the range with my family and finding an enormous spider on my arm, then realising it was made of rubber. That day we all went to Livingston centre. Walking round a shop there Louise pointed out a rubber spider sitting on a toilet seat to me. I picked it up; it was the same size and shape as the one in the dream.


I‘ve had several more dreams with a spiritual and precognitive components, but last night’s was particularly interesting. I was in an old house, where an area (not quite a room) had been sectioned off for my father to live in. There was a bed in the area, but he was absent at that point. There was also an open wall cupboard, or hole in the wall, with what looked like electrical wiring and switches. Louise was there switching something on, but I didn’t want her to go near it in case it was dangerous. I was admiring the size of the house when I saw Fiona skateboarding toward a window just past me. I grabbed her to stop her from flying through it. On waking up, and after several attempts at interpretation, I suddenly realised that there were several significant elements in this dream. An old house (my mind - this is a familiar theme), my father (God, the heavenly father), my children (my thoughts?, a spiritual side and an emotional side? - or perhaps another indication that I have to be careful with Fiona?), electricity (the connection to God - see M. Scott Peck entries). The dream would seem to confirm something that I had suspected - that I was preparing, or being prepared, for God to enter my life. Perhaps it was also saying that I have to control my thoughts before this can occur, something I am all-too-aware of. In these “house” dreams, the rooms are always large, but the furniture is old and shabby. What does this say about my mind? Perhaps I need to spring-clean.

I now remember at least one dream almost every night. These sometimes have precognitive elements and often contain a message of some kind. They are always interesting, often profoundly meaningful and occasionally disturbing. Take three recent dreams, for instance:

1) I am in the bathroom with my daughters. They are jumping up to “release” their spirits - which are gray, almond-eyed aliens! I try to do the same, but when I do a mirror suddenly appears, and what I see is something completely different and quite shocking. I see a baby, or perhaps a baby doll, with a frozen, unhappy expression. It is surrounded by a ‘crown’ of dark branches or something similar. Is this my soul? What surrounds it? My ego? My negativity? Every ingrained thought or behaviour which prevents the light of my soul from shining forth?

6/10/00 - St. John of the Cross uses the analogy of sunlight shining through a window pane to show the meaning of spiritual growth. We are like dirty windows, through which the sun barely shines. We must therefore clean ourselves of impurities, so that the light of God can shine through us. I think that was the meaning of the dream. Interestingly, about a year ago I had the following dream: I was lying on an operating table wih a gray alien standing beside me. Next I found myself in a small room with four grays and another being who was frightening to look at. It asked me if I wanted it to change form so it was less frightening and I answered yes. Finally, I found myself looking through a dirty window at a gray, trying to clean it to get a better look at the alien.

2) I create, or coat, a tunnel using a gun which fires golden bullets, or something similar. I shoot down the tunnel and end up lying on a hillock, which I know represents the beginning of time. I am told I can roll down either way, so I choose one way and find myself travelling up a river, in a wooded valley. At one point I am chased by a tyrannosurus. Did I go back in time? Did my travelling up a river represent a journey through time?

3) I am at Broxburn Primary School ( a common setting for my dreams). I enter a cubicle, where I meet with a nun-like figure whom I know is a spiritual advisor (but doesn’t seem human). I start to tell her about all my mother’s problems but she interupts me by abruptly staring into my face and telling me that I have to get back to my mother because she is starving. I then seem to fly at amazing speed through space - presumably to get back to my mother - then waken up with a start. I am stiff all over. Did I have an OBE? Who was the nun-like figure? Was my dream mother a representation of my body (“me” in the dream being my astral body or soul, which my body would be the “mother” of)? Significantly, I had been re-reading Journeys out of the body, by Robert Monroe, the night before.

During the return flight related above a “window” opened up within the dream to reveal the face of a man who found my dream adventure highly amusing. For some reason I found him extremely irritating, but, more importantly, real: it was as if reality had intruded upon the dream (see entry for 22/8/00).


Three nights ago I dreamed I was playing with the band. The most vivid part of the dream was when I looked at my solo in variation 4 of Enigma Variations I saw that the top note was a high F instead of the high D I thought it was. I suspected this had some sort of symbolic meaning, or that I was going to miss the top D that night at band practice. What actually happened showed me that my dreams can not only be precognitive, but that the dream scenario can often be taken almost literally.

At the practice Mark Haldane asked me if I could play a top E for him, as he had one written but couldn’t play it. I looked at his part and noticed that it was actually a top F that was written, just like in the dream! This is all the more remarkable when it is realised that a top F is so rare that I had never before even seen one written in a band part. The passage was a few bars before the start of my solo.


I’ve had two more dreams involving my father. The first one was very similar to the dream I had on 11/2/00 - extra room and old, musty carpets included - although it also included a scene where he had “covered over” the back green, on which wild horses had been running round in a circle. The second dream was very vague (in fact they were both hard to remember, perhaps because, each time, I had been drinking a little the night before). My father was speaking to me in an encouraging tone, pointing to some domesticated animals behind Holmes holdings. What do the animals represent? A new, tamed me?

In another dream I had recently, the house was in a complete mess. I looked at the stair carpet and saw holes in it, with grass coming through. I am now convinced the house is (at least sometimes) a metaphor for my mind, and the state it’s in, and my father represents (or is) God, or perhaps a higher spiritual being.


I’m still stunned about what has happened as I write this. Half an hour ago I was at a garage in Livingston, looking at Renaults. This came about because the engine in my Brava completely seized this morning and, after looking at every other option available, we reluctantly decided to look at possibly buying a second-hand car. Karen wanted to look at Renault cars so we went to a Renault dealer in Craigshill and looked around. At one point Louise said “Oh look - it’s the Batmobile” I looked round and there was a low, rather batmobile-like black car. That triggered off a memory. We were surprised at how cheap the Clios were, so we enquired about the possibility of buying one. The salesman let us test-drive a red Clio demonstrator, which had a sunroof. It was pouring with rain during the drive.

What is astounding about these events is that I dreamed about the visit to the garage six months ago! The main elements of the dream, one I remember vividly, were the batmobile-type car and a small, red (I think) car with a large sunroof, down which water was streaming. I had thought at the time that the cars were metaphors for the old me, or a part of me (macho, old-fashioned heroic) I think I want to discard, and the new me I believe might be emerging (see entry for 19/10/99). But it seems now as if the dream was to be taken literally! Or perhaps this is another instance of economy of material, as I mentioned in that entry.

I am more used to dreaming about events which take place next day. Even the dream about the death of my aunt Chrissie, was only about a month before her death - and vague, at that, giving scope for many different future outcomes. I thought, in fact, that her death might only be predictable because, being cancer-related, it would likely have happened no matter what twists and turns fate took. If this dream really was a premonition - and I believe it was - then everything I did, said and thought over the last six months was already known! This is truly awesome in its implications. Are we simply actors, playing preordained roles in a cosmic drama which unfolds with exquisite precision, yet in an unalterable sequence? Or are there several, or a multitude of, possible futures, many of which are forseen, yet only one of which was chosen? It could be that I often dream of future events which do not come to pass. There surely cannot be too many possibilities, though. If there were quadrillions of possibilities, as asserted by the proponents of the Multiverse theory (each subatomic event, of which there are countless numbers every second, creates an additional universe), I would have, effectively, no chance at all of predicting a future event six months ahead that this particular “I” would experience even once in my life - unless, of course, “I” home in on my own particular future, in which case the future is effectively preordained for “me” anyway!

Interesting though these metaphysical musings are, though, they are nothing compared to the knowledge that I can see into the future. I wish every scientist and philosopher in the world knew this too - what a kick up their intellectual pants it would be!

(recorded 29/4/00)

After having read What Return Can I Make?, another book by M. Scott Peck, this time on ”dimensions of the Christian experience”, I decided to seek advice from my namesake, a Church Of Scotland minister. After writing the letter I had the following dream: I am struggling up the ramp of a large ship, when I realise I am being steered by my boots (I got the impression of cowboy boots, or roller skates) along a narrow groove. On my alighting the ship it sails across a body of water, then deposits me safely on the other side. Could this be confirmation that I am “on the right track” in writing to my namesake? Am I being “steered” towards becoming a Christian? 31/7/00 - I hesitated for a while about sending the letter, then found out that my namesake had long been retired, so the letter remains unsent.

4/10/00 - I’ve occasionally heard voices whilst in the hypnogogic/hypnopompic state, once whilst meditating and once while dropping off as I read What Return can I Make? They usually talk about God and, on this occasion, were commenting on Dr. Peck’s thoughts about God. Apparently, God can destroy but will only create. 9/11/00 - The voices above were female, but occasionally are male (see entry for 15/10/00) One morning, whilst waking, I heard a rasping, male voice nastily telling me there was no God! I occasionally hear voices in my dreams, too: I had a very frightening dream in May 1998, ending in a low, rasping male voice asking how it could serve me. But the voices are usually female. During one dream I heard a female voice quietly call my name over and over in a very poignant way. This was, I think, after I had asked to hear from the voices again.


My wife and John White, both of whom often swap dreams with me, now seem to be having spiritually-oriented dreams. John dreamed of a blackbird which fell into a pond then, instead of sinking or washing itself, swam to and fro across it. After he recounted this dream to me I told him about my real-life encounter with the crow and my own related dreams, which really impressed him. My wife (not for the first time) recently had a dream which, I believe, was meant to be passed on to me. She dreamed there were two dogs (curly-haired Jack Russells) in the rabbit hutch, one of which was brown and white, and belonged to Angela, and the other black and white. She then looked at the collar of the black and white dog and saw that it belonged to a Doctor Cohen.

There are elements in Karen’s dream which I can strongly relate to:

1)I’ve had several dreams about animals/children which are black and white or grey (see entry for 12/2/00 for one such dream - the others have not been recorded). I have long suspected they were representations of me and my “good” and “bad” natures. I also suspect (and the dreams have suggested so, especially one happy dream I had about a rat killing, somersaulting mongoose, whose black and white hairs were closely intermingled) that these have to be integrated before I can move forward, and that I have a problem with this integration.
2) I now know I am being guided by someone. I doubt if it is literally a “Dr. Cohen” - it may be a spiritual “doctor”, given this name because I admire the Jews for their achievements (and am currently reading a fascinating book about the alien abduction phenomenon by Dr. John Mack, who is Jewish, and recently watched a film about a mathematical genius called Cohen). Or am I “Dr. Cohen”, so named because I am intellectually oriented? (13/11/04) In the Life of Brian, Brian Cohen is misaken for the Messiah, so Dr. Cohen represents Jesus.
3) The brown and white dog could be Jim, who is a much less intense person than me (brown rather than black).
4) The rabbit hutch somehow seems appropriate, as a theatre or arena where we are observed/trained to be less unruly (as in chapter five of Cosmic Voyage by Courtney Brown).
3/12/00 - now that we have now adopted a dog from the NDCL the dream takes on new shades of meaning. Cassie is a black-and-white Collie cross with a brown, black and white head. Did Karen precognise the adoption? Cassie seems to favour me - is that why the dog beloged to “Dr. Cohen”? If so then the first interpretation wasn’t totally wrong. Or, once again, both interpretations might be substantially correct, as I have occasionally noted with my own dreams.


One week ago, whilst driving to the lake district for a holiday, we stopped at Selkirk. Next to the car park was a very old and narrow street which had been restored and turned into a tourist attraction. We walked down it, ate at a nearby tea shop and returned to the car. What’s odd is that I dreamed about a street very similar to this one several months ago! I distinctly remember zooming down the street in the dream, feeling as if I had gone back in time, then standing at one point along the street, as I did in real life. The memory slowly came back to me as it was happening, always one step behind my acting out of the dream scenario.


Our cat, Harriet, had to be put to sleep today because of cancer of the lymph nodes, which resulted in the appearance of several tumors in her lungs. We only found out about her illness a four days ago, on returning from a weeks holiday in the lake district. It came as a shock to us, as she had seemed perfectly healthy when we put her into the cat kennels ten days ago. After the vet administered the lethal injection he showed me two x-ray plates, one of Harriets lungs and the other of a healthy cat’s lungs. Walking back from the vets I realised that I’d precognised the event about a fortnight ago. I had a vivid dream about seeing two foetus-like, white objects, lying facing each other under a tree at the south-eastern corner of Broxburn primary school playground. The objects seemed to be flattened on the sides where they faced each other and were lying in a hollowed-out area under the tree roots. I bent to pick them up and was attacked by their mother, a large black cat, which bit me on the finger. I would speculate that the cat represented Harriet, the foetus-like objects represented Harriets lungs (they were white, like the images on the plates and, I now see, lung shaped), the tree perhaps represented the trachea, which branches out, like tree roots, into the lungs. The bite from the cat was perhaps a signal that she was ill (an injured cat is liable to scratch or bite anyone who touches a sore spot) or a representation of her lethal injection and the
fact that, just after the injection, I had stroked Harriet on the top of the head with the same finger. The spot where the dream took place is about one hundred yards from the vet’s, and almost in sight of it.

There’s an interesting trend to my precognitive dreams: the more notable the incident, the further into the future it will happen after I dream about it. So most of m

precognitions are about fairly trivial events which take place in the next day or so, but important events are forseen weeks or months in advance. I’m now having more precognitive dreams than ever (or perhaps I’m just becoming better at recognising them). I’ve also started having lucid dreams again.


Last week Trisha Taylor told me she had had a dream involving me. In the dream, everyone was surrounded by angels, but didn’t know about it. She then started going back and forward between two versions of me, each surrounded by angels like everyone else. She got different stories from each “me” (she couldn’t tell me what differentiated them) but the substance of the dream was that everyone was surrounded by guardian angels, but that only I knew about it. She mentioned the dream to David Finlay, who advised her to speak to me about it (he knows about my experiences). When she did speak to me I told her that, in fact, I believe I do have “guardian angels”, so perhaps she was supposed to have this confirmed by me.

I realised at the time, partly through initially misunderstanding Trisha’s dream that there is little point in knowing you have guardian angels and not following their advice! I have received unmistakeably-divine guidance from my “helpers” and done almost
nothing about it, except play it over and over again in my mind! My indolence is truly staggering and not befitting the extraordinary circumstances. I must actually do something - but what?

Postscript: I started reading the bible soon after this event. Matthew, chapter 7, verse 21 states: “Not everyone who saith unto me, Lord, Lord, shall enter into the kingdom of heaven; but he that doeth the will of my Father which is in heaven.” It’s the same message. At the very moment I read this passage my bedside lamp flashed off and on again.

26/10/00 - There’s an interesting coda to this story: Last week I spoke with Trisha about spirituality and suggested she might want to read
The Road Less Travelled, as I have thought for some time that she might be ready to receive its wisdom (Trisha, though only in her twenties, is quite spiritually aware, I believe). Next day, Jim Easton, who has been struggling with the book since July, returned it to me out of the blue, saying he had decided to give up with it. I duly passed the book on to Trisha, as I think I was probably meant to.

Today I read a few pages from the book
An Angel At My Shoulder in WH Smith at Livingston centre. Mention was made in one of the passages I read about the fact that nurses are often associated with angels. I also spotted a book about Christianity - in fact, it seemed to “leap out” at me - written by a deacon of Yorkminster cathedral, which Karen I and love to visit. Soon after this I went to the magazine stand and immediately spotted, in quick succesion, an article about a hell’s angel, then a front page photograph of a nurse (often referred to as “angels“). “Just one more signal and I’ll believe it’s another message”, I thought. Louise and I then left WH Smith and stood outside. Just then, along came my sister, Angela, who is, of course, a nurse practitioner! As usual she was with my parents, who represented M. Scott Peck and his wife in the fourth message I received relating to his writings. It all seems to fit.

Last week at lunchtime I started to doze off as usual after eating and began a dream about a thin, spidery creature appearing on a white surface (I’ve had variations of this dream before - it seems to represent a certain, agitated state of mind I often get into). However, I then began to wake up within the dream and noticed something interesting about it before it disappeared. The dream, having formerly occupied the whole of my visual field (though my eyes were, of course, closed) seemed to shrink until it was a small patch within this field, then finally winked out. At one point I was aware of being fully awake and looking into blackness but simultaneously observing a small, light patch, slightly left of centre and within the general darkness, in which the dream was continuing. Something similar happened once before - in fact it seemed to be exactly the opposite phenomenon (see entry for 12/2/00). Question: when we shut our eyes are we simultaneously opening the gate to another dimension?


It’s time I wrote about my experiences with the Monroe Institute tape and CD.
I got the tape
Transendence in the summer of 1999 and the CD Revelation during September 2000. Developed by the institute, these products play a complex mix of sounds, built upon two subsonic notes of slightly different frequencies, which train the brain to resonate at a frequency which is the difference between these frequencies and which encourage both halves of the brain to work in synchrony (hence their term “Hemi-Synch technology”). The result is that many desirable brain-wave states can be achieved, including those associated with unusual states of consciousness. The effect on the mind (which I now know is not the same thing as the brain) is to produce that same state of consciousness. Transcendence allows the mind to achieve the consciousness of a meditator and Revelation takes the mind to a realm beyond time.

Using these products, though after a fairly non-eventful start, I have had a range of unusual experiences, similar to my spiritual encounters. Not every trip is eventful, and I sometimes fall alseep or remain unmoved. However, whatever happens during the session, I usually feel refreshed and clear-headed immediately afterward, often with an increase in spiritual awareness, dream recall and psychic powers - effects which all last for a day or so.


This tape has increased by several orders of magnitude the ease with which I can reach a meditative state, compared with my other attempts at meditation (I have found however that the key to success at meditation, with or without the tape, is to persevere with it). Occasionally, this year, I have reached profound states of meditation using the tape, during and after which I have had some mind-boggling adventures:

1) I often see moving waves of fuzzy light, usually formed into vague blobs which are generally yellowish with a purple fringe, or the other way round. These either sweep round (somewhat like an old-fashioned radar screen) or pulse away from me in a regular way. I see the waves of light without the tape; in the morning, lying in bed, I often see the blobs pulsing towards me (this is a recent phenomenon) - is something returning which left at the onset of sleep? However, the phenomenon is intensified when I use the tape. One time I saw, within the purple interior, stable, bright-blue specks. What were they?

2) Once, deep in meditation, I suddenly was aware of a tunnel in front of me (my eyes were, as always, closed). It was obviously a creation of my mind, being a slightly fuzzy image of something like a train tunnel (see my sketch in the “Inner Eye” file). My awareness was then involuntarily propelled up the tunnel at great speed (though at the same time I was aware of sitting in my armchair!). After perhaps twenty seconds of movement I emerged into a grey misty light, but “freaked out” at that point and came out of it. William Buhlman, in his book about OBEs,
Adventures Beyond The Body, which I read last week, talks about a “membrane” separating us from another realm of higher frequency (there are more beyond this, he says), identified as heaven by some religions. Did I go through the membrane? Incidentally, Buhlman states that, when out-of-body and in the (first) inner dimension, the fine structure of objects seems to consist of tiny, interconnected points of light. During a lucid dream I had in December 1998, I made exactly the same observation.

3) A few weeks ago I switched on the tape, felt a strong “pull” and was immediately propelled way, way out to a region I have never experienced before. For the next forty minutes my awareness seemed to be in a strange, energetic, alien environment. Nothing much could be seen, apart from very strong initial pulsing lights, but I could feel myself becoming energised in a way which I somehow associated with my grandparents. Afterwards, I felt as if I was “larger” than my usual self, very horny and, frankly, on the edge of sanity. My mind was filled with childhood memories. Next day at work I was very dynamic (this was noticeable to others) and had an inner knowing that our everyday concerns are mostly trivial.

4) I often seem to have more experiences whilst in the hypnogogic/hypnopompic state for a day or two after using the tape. I’ve seen faces, momentarily intruded upon two people in a room having a meeting and, two or three days after receiving Dr. Peck’s reply to my letter, saw him as a luminous angel, with a beatific expression on his face. This was during lunchtime for me, which would have been very early morning for him - was he paying me an astral visit?


So far, I’ve had less success with this CD. Mainly, I can’t seem to ascend the imaginary staircase and have difficulty visualising the colours at the top (this is not a problem for me normally, but under the influence of the tape and CD, I seem to have less control over my thoughts). Perhaps I just need to persevere with it, as with the tape. I’ve had two interesting experiences to date:

1) Interestingly enough, I have noticed that time is difficult to estimate after ascending the staircase and entering the “realm beyond time”.

2) Once, after being drawn in more powerfully than usual, I momentarily saw a corridor, along which luminous people, who seemed very jolly, were walking. I could see right through them to their bones. I’ve read about such people in Courtney Brown’s
Cosmic Voyage (see the chapter about the midwayers, described in The Urantia Book). The experience came as a momentary flash, similar to my many hypnogogic/hypnopompic flashes.


After weeks of trying to pluck up enough courage, and having finished a book about Christianity, I finally took what I believe has been the advice of my spiritual guide(s) and went to church today (Uphall parish church). I enjoyed the service more than I thought I would and felt rather spiritual afterwards. Incidentally, one of the hymns chosen was number 40 in the hymnary, which I was pleased to see, since the number 40 has become intimately connected with my spiritual experiences. 9/9/02 - The date implies 151, which is the NV of Jesus Christ!

I was reading the church notices in the
Lothian Courier last night and noticed that there would be a baptism today. Just then Karen asked me to confirm that the Kinneil rehearsal would be from 4 PM to 6 PM - which seemed related to a dream I had a few months ago! I dreamed I finally went to church - Broxburn Baptist church - and was told by Jennifer Fergusson (who, along with her husband, Robert, was my old Sunday-school teacher) that there would be services at 4 PM and 6 PM. If it was a precognition, the Baptist church was probably chosen because of the baptism at today’s service and because I used to go to Sunday school at that church, and it was Jennifer who spoke to me rather than Robert because the minister at Uphall parish church is a woman - The Reverend Margaret Steele (MS again!). A few months ago I had no plans to go to church (although I knew it was a possibility) and had no idea who the minister was. Given that going to church is an important event for me, I’m not surprised that it seems to have been precognised. 9/9/02 - Of course, the numbers 4 and 6 have huge significance in the NBC.

Last night I had some very spiritual dreams, one involving crossing water by being dragged across by a shark and reaching the other side (this, of course, makes sense).

6/11/00 - On dozing off at lunchtime, a day or two after going to church, I heard a male voice in my head say “Finally friends”. It was similar to the other voices I’ve heard (see entry for 26/4/00) - perhaps it was the “still, small voice“ Dr. Peck refers to.


My spiritual adventures now seem to be rubbing off on Karen, who is having some extraordinary dreams. A few nights ago she had, what I believe was a “big” dream, possibly about past lives, which spooked her (I was working nightshift at the time and she almost telephoned me). She also seems to have possibly had a telepathic dream last night, dreaming about something glowing on top of the bedroom cupboard, around the same time as I was testing soap base for optical brightener on the nightshift, by seeing if it glowed under UV light, the first time I have carried out such testing. I think I myself had another precognitive dream the other night, after an absence of a fortnight or so.


This is highly speculative, but I’m going to put it on record anyway. About five years ago Louise and Fiona got black eyes at school (the same eye, too) within ten minutes of each other. Yesterday, within five minutes of each other, they lost the same baby tooth (an upper left tooth). These seem like synchronicities to me. Today, while thinking about these remarkable events, the biblical phrase “An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth” came into my mind.

Presently I feel as if I’m at a spiritual crossroads. I don’t know whether to fully embrace Christianity, explore another religion, or forget organised religion altogether and embark (or, more properly, continue) on my individual, spiritual search. In truth, given my experiences, I feel I belong more with the new agers than with the traditionaly religious - except the prospect of going it alone no longer appeals as it once did. I’m now honest enough with myself to recognise that I could do with the support of others on the same journey. The trouble is I don’t think I’ll be able to fit in with the kind of people who seem to want, what Dr. Peck called a “second-hand” religion; I’ve had first-hand experience! And therein lies an apparent contradiction. My spiritual experiences have had a definite new age flavour, and I can identify with (and confirm) some new age beliefs - but these same experiences pointed unmistakeably towards Christianity!

Nevertheless, there are certain core Christian beliefs I simply
cannot accept, for instance: that Jesus is the only son of God; that the only way to God is through Jesus; that we are judged by God; or that the scriptures are literally the Word Of God, as some christians believe. It’s all symptomatic of the parochialism, dogmatism and cultural arrogance which have beset humankind through the ages and given our religious traditions a bad name. I look on, too, in consternation (but not without amusement) at the wrangling I see over theological differences, such as how to interpret biblical passages.

In fact, I see a big difference between following the teachings of Jesus, which are supremely ethical, and becoming an apologist for Christian doctrines, some of which are of dubious merit. Perhaps my guides are telling me that Christianity is right for me nevertheless. Perhaps the church needs people who will actually follow in Jesus’ footsteps rather than just be a follower (not so different from a football fan). Do I have big enough shoes to even begin the attempt?



After a break of 20 months, the most tumultuous of my life, I am resuming the PSI file. I might try to summarise some of the main events in that period - which would be like summarising War And Peace on the back of an envelope - to maintain the link with all that went before. I’ll fill them in as they come back to me and put them in roughly chronological order. It won’t be a synopsis of the New Bible Code, more a record of its evolution, which is ongoing, having taken a dramatic turn in recent weeks since reading
The Cosmic Serpent, by Jeremy Narby. Amazingly, the day after I finished it, I came across The ET-Human Link, by Dana Redfield, wherein she recommended Narby’s book and a book by two other authors. Two days later I was given the second book by these same authors, who were unknown to me before this. Driving home from Borders I saw two cars in quick succession with 444 in their number plate. I felt it was a message that the book was important. Reading the book, I have discovered that there are certain intriguing connections between Redfield’s experiences and my own: triangles, tetrahedra, MO, my discovery of hidden meanings in numbers and letters, the vision that told me I am an ET on a mission (I’m certainly aware of my mission now!). I’m discovering gematric links too, which lend an entirely different complexion to the NBC.

I begin with a dream I had last night.

I owned a coin - a ‘50p’ - which was actually gold in colour and circular. On the reverse side was the word ‘Angelic’. Then I found myself in an orchestra, playing behind the second violins. I was playing a gold-laquered euphonium. Susan Glidden was playing principal cello (equivalent to a euphonium in an orchestra). I woke up at 5.55am.

Later today I read to near the end of
The ET-Human Link by Dana Redfield. Much of it was concerned with the forthcoming birth of ‘golden children’ into the 5th dimension, given telepathically to Dana Redfield.

I think my dream was either a confirmation of this event or a precognition of my reading it, or both. Am I one of those whose mission it is to prepare us for this momentous change? Does the dream mean I’m still on course and not, as I had feared the day before, faltering or failing?

Discovered, omongst other things, that


Important day today.

The car odometer showed 50550 miles when I arrived at work (see previous entry). I took this as a sign (there were other signs too) that something significant would happen. It did. The email showing one incoming message. It was a cost proposal from a supplier. The list of incoming email showed the email in bold type. After the email address of the sender it said ‘
PROPOSAL 18/9/02’ What was extraordinary about that was that I had seen this line in a vision about two months ago. At the time I had taken it to refer to my forthcoming website, the proposal being that I post it today. I think this is very revealing about how internal visions and messages are constructed. I also think my initial interpretation was correct. Yesterday I promised Paul Smith my final version of the website article. On Friday I had sent a slightly earlier version to Bible Code Digest, an internet magazine that publishes discoveries related to the original bible code. They haven’t replied yet, but the 555s are, I think, a sign that either I’ve made, or soon will make, a splash with the NBC, or that I’ve finally got a publishable version of the code.


Last weekend I was at the national brass band championships in Torquay. We were 12th but the weekend went well nevertheless. During the trip I realised that I had been dreaming about it for weeks - at least four or five dreams precognised elements of the trip, including the fact that I would play well but that the band would not get a result. I also dreamed a got a gold coin with the word ‘angelic’ written on it, just before playing with an orchestra. This was a prediction of my getting a gold-plated mouthpiece from Tommy Simpson (with which I played).

A day or two ago, I was told as I woke from a dream that I’m “very powerful”. The speaker was male, perhaps the same speaker that I‘ve often heard in the past. The dream itself suggested that I cannot handle this power (presumably spiritual) correctly - I was madly swinging a sledgehammer around on a rope.


444s have been reappearing in my life. I’ve been off the last three Mondays in a row, giving three four-day weeks. This was the build-up to Torquay and the day after, so, given also the number of dreams I had relating to Torquay (see above), I think that this weekend was somehow very important to me. Yesterday I had to get some information from the computer for a colleague - the time was 4:44 pm. I wouldn’t normally attach much importance to that, but the event seemed choreographed - and it was the day I reworked a letter to Nick Bunick, whose story was told in
The Messengers, the book that was central to my onslaught of 444s.

Inspired by the 444 experience, I sent an email of the letter to his mission, the Great Tomorrow, today, attached to which was excerpts from the New Bible Code (expunged of any reference to September 11). I’m not at all sure if I’ve done the right thing.

I was also encouraged by a little synchronicity. A teabag mysteriously appeared on my desk this morning. This reminded me of a powerful dream I had a couple of months ago when Jimmy Conroy handed me a reddish teabag, seeming very pleased with me (the teabag featured in another dream about dropping it into a river at the correct time). I took this to be connected with the codes:

Teabag and the beast both have the initials TB
Jimmy Conroy and Jesus Christ both have the initials JC

Interestingly, I had an altercation with Jimmy today in which I handled myself very well. He had been very rude to both myself and Claire-Louise, but I handled him well, without losing my temper. It’s the first time for many months that I had argued with him. I had also been working on a soap this morning (something I rarely do these days) that was similar in colour to the teabag.


What a few days!

I was thrilled to get a reply from The Great Tomorrow - and hardly disappointed at all that they couldn’t show my work on their website. I look forward to receiving the free copies of
The Messenger they promised.

Discovered rich new seams of code, all stemming from the information Marie Macauley passed on. I now know I have a powerful tool with which to mine the bible, and more, for hidden gems. Briefly, this is what I got:

1) The central chapter in the bible, Psalms 117, is the 595th: 595 is the 34th trianglar number. It is given in Genesis 5:30. 595 is mentioned in the verse in which Noah is first mentioned - Noah = 38. (see below).

Psalm 117 is the shortest in the bible. Psalm 119 is the longest.

2) The central chapter in the Old Testament (Job 29) is the 465th. 465 is the 30th triangular number. It is implied in Numbers 2:11.

The central verse in Job 29 is the 13th:

“The man who was dying blessed me; I made the widow’s heart sing.”

I was stunned to find that the number of letters in the verse is 49 (=LORD) and the number in the first clause is 26 (=GOD). I made lots of other discoveries here, especially related to the number 3 and 13 (see elsewhere).

In Numbers 2:11, the tribal leader and his father mentioned with this number are

ELIZUR = 91, the 13th triangular number, and
SHEDEUR = 80, 91 + 80 = 171, the 18th triangular number.

These triangular numbers tie together 11, 13 and 18 - more evidence that these numbers are connected (see Rev. 13, Ezra/Neh.).

Finally, 530 + 211 = 741, the 38th triangular number (13/11/04) and the 11th octagonal number.

Jesus (r) = 11
Lucifer (r) = 38
Judgment (c) = 741

3) The number of chapters in the New Testament is 260: 26 = GOD. Splitting this in two gives two halves of 130 chapters.

595 - 464 = 130!

The central chapters are Romans 13/14. Romans 13 has 14 verses and thus divides into two 7s (77 = CHRIST, 49 = LORD). Also the two verses either side of the middle have 24 words each (see. Rev.7, Numbers 2). There is a natural division between these verses; it reads


I think the words have urgent meaning for us all.

These are some of the things I’ve discovered over the last few, frantic days. Now I
know I’ve got something big.

I’m now reading
The New Revelations, Neale Donald Walsch’s latest ‘conversation with God’. Could the title be a coincidence? On page 138, God calls Himself the Unified Field of Everything. This led me to another startling find (triggering several more today):


Is this the real meaning behind the numerical values - 8, 27 and 343 - contained in Matthew’s statement of the plaque of Jesus’ cross? It would follow that the symbolic meaning of the crucifixion of Jesus, repeated in the destruction of the twin towers, is that we were, and are, crucifying God.

I also noticed that U looks like L + I. Furthermore, given that U = 21, L = 12, I = 9, and given that 21 = 12 + 9:

U = L + I, So,



God = life! (God states this in

This gives us the real meaning behind the destruction of the twin towers, symbolised by the crucifixion of Jesus, the description of which in Matthew hides the numbers 2, 3 and 7. We are now seriously compromising the ability of the earth to sustain life - we are ‘crucifying’ God.

Fascinating dream last night about sailing on calm waters to Ireland. Also dreamed that Stephen Kerr was throwing rocks at me, but missed and hit a window. This took place outside the lab. Then I saw that the warehouse had been demolished to reveal a 1970’s-style house behind. Finally, I was shown a photograph of two boys with 1970’s-style hair. I got a good look at one of them - he looked a bit like my cousin, George Downie. I’ve just watched ‘Room 101’, a couple of hours after writing the above words. The house was a mock-tudor version of Spike Milligan’s home - it was a precognition.


Things are beginning to happen for me. I received another email from The Great Tomorrow. They gave me the email address of someone called Susan, who they think might be interested in the NBC. I emailed her today. I also got an A5 envelope with three issues of
The Messenger from them. I precognised this two nights ago, when, in a dream, Audrey gave me an envelope, about A5 size, within which was something good. It was in a pub - Karen was out with Sales reps today, visiting pubs.


A lot has happened to me - good and bad. Yesterday, a fairly momentous day, I finally pieced together the mystery of the letters SC, which had recently been featuring in my life (Scottish Courage, dreams, etc). They stand for
Second Crucifixion. The attacks of September 11 either were, or symbolised, just that - many things, not least the longitides of New York and Washington, at 74o and 77o W, confirm it (see entry for 5/10/02).

SC = 22

191 is an anagram of 911 and 119, has a NV of 110, its digits add to 11, and it is one of three numbers - 117, 118 and 119 - I had been pondering on for some time. Psalms 119 is the longest chapter in the bible. I also discovered this on 19/10/22.

I have sent some information to Richard McGough in Seattle, who has a superb website called Interestingly, I noticed yesterday that Frasier Crane in
Frasier, set in Seattle, has an appartment number of 1901 - I had already noted that David Angell was on flight 11, and that his name was another sign.

Made some amazing discoveries about the central chapter in the bible, Psalms 117 (not 118, as I had erroniously been informed). This, the shortest chapter in the bible, is full of encoded numbers (see elsewhere).


Received a certain degree of vindication today. Got a reply from Richard McGough. He is not sure (I am) that the system I’ve discovered is God given, but he is impressed with the ‘integration with geometry’ and its ‘lucid and comprehensive’ presentation. He’s asked me to send him some more and I will send him a new presentation of the code, concentrating on numerical patterns.

I got spectacular confirmation of the integration of my system of English gematria with the two recognised systems in Hebrew and Greek. Richard showed how the number 13 is integrated into his bible wheel, the patterns converging on 1 Corinthians 13, with 13 verses. I got my calculator out:


I’ve sent this to him, along with my other discoveries about words with gematric values that are multiples of 13 (God, angel, etc.), plus some other observations about the multiples 117 and 351.

Tonight I got two major breakthroughs.

The number 13 is a feature of the middle chapter of the OT, Job 29, the middle verse being 13, the number of words being 13 and the middle letter being M, the 13th.

Psalms 117 features six 13s. What I hadn’t noticed, though, was this - the middle two words are ‘his love’.


Praise the Lord.


I got three other signs today, I think, two minor, one major. The minor ones were Trisha coming to me to tell me that her friend who’s selling the Mac wants only £300 for it. The number seems auspicious too. The second one was that Paul offered to put me on the internet. He did so, in fact, right away. The major sign was, I think, the one that really counted. At about 9.30 am, sunlight striking a folder in the design office made a bright blue, isoceles triangle, shining right at me. It lasted for at least 15 minutes.

I had a dream the night before that really bowled me over and was perhaps a sign too. I entered a spaceship that could go anywhere in the universe, or even to other universes. Piloting it was Jennifer Longhorn. She took me to see one of the Wonders of the Universe and we went to a planet in another galaxy. There was a nearby galaxy that was so bright its core could even be seen in the daylight sky. I asked to be taken out to space for a better look and she piloted the spacecraft along a one-way road and up into the sky. When we got out into space I got a much better view of the galaxy, which was stunningly beautiful and much larger than I expected. There were blue star clusters or nebulae within. The spaceship seemed to shrink in size, and I was holding on for dear life to the inside. As I looked at the galaxy it metamorphised into a humoungous flower, like a crysanthemum. By this time I was back on the planet. It was evening. Catherine appeared and said that she and Jennifer were going out and that I was being left in the spaceship overnight. She had left me a curry and was going to drop off a couple of drinks later.

The theme of a dark-haired girl and a blonde was very familiar. Obviously Catherine and Jennifer represented these archetypes (or spirit guides?). The dream, which had precognitive elements, seemed auspicious, so much so that I mentioned it at work.


A lot has happened since the last entry, but I didn’t record most of it because I couldn’t access this file, until Trisha recorded it from the Powerbook onto a CD-ROM for me.

I’ve discovered lots more encodings of numbers in Genesis 1. Much of the NBC seems to emanate from this one, primal chapter. Went to church yesterday. Once again, the service seemed to be particularly relevant to my own situation - it was about light. Two of the hymns were 28 and 133, numbers I’ve been working on recently, and the first reading was Genesis 1:1 - 5 and 14 - 19. Astonishingly, I had been working on Genesis 1:1 - 5 and on 1:14 this weekend!

I dreamed last night about finding my rabbit - a white rabbit - in an ‘office’, overgrown with plants like peppers. It had been trapped in a toilet and was wet. I picked it up and it continually licked me on the mouth in a very loving way. As I woke up, I was refered to as ‘Sir William Shakespeare’ by someone. A good sign, I feel.

I sent part of the NBC to Vernon Jenkins, last week. He’s still not totally convinced, but his reply was more positive than last time - he thought some of it was very interesting. He is of the opinion that all efforts should be directed towards proving the existence of the Hebrew and Greek codes he’s found in the original manuscripts, before setting off in other directions. He might be correct, but I’ve got my ‘instructions’ and I’m sticking to them. The Lord knows better than either of us.


I’ve just gone through a weekend of awesome revelations about the NBC. It is profoundly intertwined with Pascal’s triangle and prime numbers. Tonight, after finding 237 and 273 yet again within a setting of the triangular numbers 351 and 1540, I discovered a truly stunning network of connections, within Pascal’s triangle, between the number 13, numerical geometry, biblical numbers and English gematria. It’s too involved to put in this diary, but it seems to round off the entire code! Thirteen truly is the magic number!

On a more sombre note, my dreams are warning me of trouble (perhaps because my prayer life has been slipping and I’ve been drinking a little too much - I will cut out the alcohol and start really praying again). However, I feel greatly blessed that God should think me fit to receive these revelations. I mustn’t fail. But what do I do next? I’m never sure.


About a month ago, I had a dream where I was looking down on Europe and seeing that it was in the grip of very cold winter weather. Easterly winds were bringing cold weather to the UK, especially eastern England. This was to be in early December. It’s coming true. Europe is in the grip of a severe cold spell, with a high pressure system over Scandinavia feeding this cold weather to the UK over the last two days (no snow yet). It’s expected to last at least until the weekend (it’s Monday today).

The bible’s secrets are slowly revealing themselves to me: I have earned the right to know...

September 11 was the
Second Crucifixion: they died for our sins. This event has been encoded within and throughout the NIV bible, for the purpose, I believe, of warning us that we are very, very close to destroying our present civilisation and seriously compromising the ability of the planet to sustain life in its present form. September 11 was, in fact, the beginning of the Christing of the human race. Just as Christ ascended into Spirit, we must now adopt a lifestyle founded on spiritual principles and ‘crucify’ our materialism. Or we will die.

Since it’s near Christmas, it’s a good time to discuss gold, frankincense and myrrh...

Gold = 38 = Jew = death
frankincense = 119 = 11/9, one one nine = 110 = two six.
incense (NIV) = 56 = light = three
myrrh = 82 = Calvary = Armageddon
Letters = 21 , 6th triangular number
38 + 56 + 82 = 176 = 11 x 16 = verses in Psalm 119

23/6/03 (recorded 26/9/03)

Something truly miraculous has happened! I’ll simply reproduce the postings Cheryl and myself put on the 444forum for that day:

  Broken-Arrow - 08:57pm Jun 29, 2003 EST (6.)

Ok....BT, we can go into the discussions of the EL

I can tell you that the things you shared with me by email will be acceptable here as well.

I will briefly explain the 11's and how the young friend of mine is using them to connect with us.

The day he died, was last Monday...6-23 (6+2+3=11). It started off as I took my daughter to her doctor to have her knee looked at after reconstructive surgery was done....As we drove from our home..11's were EVERYWHERE......My daughter was seeing them as well. Not just on a few license plates, but on ALL of them....really. It was the first thing I noticed that day...I told my daughter, "look at all these 11's" (she knows that me seeing 11 is important to always means something that usually only I can is usually a marker along my path telling me I am right where I am supposed to be...unlike 11:11, which has a different meaning to me) the doctor's office another odd thing happened. (this is before the young man and his girlfriend were killed...that happened at 4:15 pm)

At the doctor's office, while we sat wating for my daughter to be called in, 2 men in uniforms brought in a man on a stretcher straight from an accidnet....OK...picture this. We were in a doctor's office that is located IN a hospital...with an emergency room (where the man on the stretcher SHOULD have been taken), why was this man brought to this office???

There was NO ROOM to move this stretcher in the hall way of this 3rd floor office. In no way possible could this have happened. But it did. The man was taken to a back room and them disappeared, cause when my daughter was taken to a room in his office, the man was no where to be found and there was no way for him to get out.

it gets better......the two men who brought him in, each had uniforms on..I read their uniforms to say ANGEL RESCUE....My daughter swears their uniforms read GUARDIAN ANGEL TRANSPORT.....we each saw different words on their clothing, but both saw the word ANGEL..

Now..these two men did not leave once they brought in the mysterious man. They stayed and watched me and my daughter....Actually they were staring at us..and it was a room full of people. They were gone after my daughter and I came out from seeing her doctor.

I thought nothing about it till our young friend died. another 11 thing.

This young man died on my daughter and her boyfriend's 2nd anniversary. He (and his girfriend) were both buried on my 22 wedding anniversay.


We kept seeing 11 all day for 3 days. As I pointed this out to his many friends they started seeing 11's as well.

Ok..I am I will stop here. I'll probably run out of room too.

I will expalin the crows later, but they are spirit messengers.

Much love,
  Blue Triangle - 07:57pm Jun 30, 2003 EST (6.1)

You Witnessed a Miracle

Oh Christ, this is awesome - I don't know where to start.

Your account of the events of the 23rd has stunned me - for I, and I alone, can validate your angelic experience, through the system of gematria the angels taught me:

1. The words you saw were 'angel rescue'


The words your daughter saw were 'guardian angel transport'


This is not a multiple of 11; however, it naturally splits into


There's those elevens and fours again - there is deep meaning here.

110 + 255 = 365, the number of days in the year (the angels guard us all year round?)

2. Next, here are the number of letters in these words.

ANGEL RESCUE has 11 letters!

GUARDIAN ANGEL TRANSPORT has 22 = 11 x 2 letters!

Do you see what has happened? The angels have used me to confirm to you (and to any sceptics who might be reading this) that your experience was real, by encoding the numbers 11 and 22 within these words, the very numbers you've just said were connected with this event. Those men really were angels.

But not only that, they have simultaneously shown me that my system is correct - the system they taught me through visions and synchronicities and surreal, choreographed encounters with 'knowing' strangers.

Another thing you should know is that there are profound, hidden connections between 11 and 23 in our measurement systems and in connection with the events of 911 - I've been aware of it for over a year. You've seen some of them in my email - and it was no coincidence that you received it on the day that you did. But this is also encoded here.

1. The number of words in each version is 2 and 3. This implies 23. 2. TWO THREE = 114 = GUARDIAN ANGEL 3. 11.00 pm is 23:00 hours. 4. I foot 11 inches is 23 inches. 5. for 11/9/2001, 11 + 9 + 2 + 1 = 23 6. 11/9/2001 was the 23rd of Elul in the Jewish calander. 7. The Iraq war began at 2:30 am on 20/3, 2003.

Another thing I haven't told you until now is that the number 23 has deep personal meaning for me. I said that in 1972 I had three experiences that almost killed me. The first experience happened on the 23rd of July in that year - and I now know it was meant to happen, among other reasons, to fix this number in my head.

There's much more here, too much for one posting... It's all real - amidst your terrible tragedy, something majestic has happened. It's all too much for me to comprehend. Does anyone have any insights of their own?

Blessed Be

Blue Triangle


After another lapse I have resumed the PSI file. I will continue to fill in past entries as I remember them.

Had a vision this morning of the word END in red and on a white background. I took it to be something ominous (I’ve been receiving dreams I interpret as relating to my death), but I think I know what it means now.

Tonight I did the gematria of the last verse in the NIV Bible. Revelation 22:21. This is 458.

Adding the gematria of Gen 1:1, the first verse in the NIV Bible, we obtain

430 + 458 = 888 = Iesous in Greek isopsephia.

‘I am the alpha and the omega”. Indeed - praise the Lord!

Number of words = 11, relating to the end times.
Number of letters = 42 = New = Five.

11 and five are equivalent to 115 = Trinity or 151 = Jesus Christ = Holy Spirit = fifth dimension.


The gematria of Rev 22:20 = 792. Adding Rev. 22:21 we obtain

792 + 458 = 1250 = 5 x 5 x 5 x 10.

The number 5 relates to the ascension to the fifth dimansion (the raising of the earth’s vibrational state through the power of prayer?).



Today I had some amazing synchronicities surrounding the number 11, related to a breakthrough I made in understanding what the mysterious digit sequence 11:11 is about. For instance, I hit on the idea at exactly 11:00 am. I went to church, my head buzzing with thoughts about 11, and the first hymn we sang was number 111. This was also Darren’s 11th birthday. At 9:00 pm two of Louise’s friends left and another two arrived (= 2:2 or 11:11).

What is the meaning of 11:11?

The two numbers central to the New Bible Code are 8 and 13, both a feature of traditional bible numerics (read the works of EM Bullinger). 8 is the number of superabundance and God's favour. 13 is the number of rebellion and apostacy, but also of atonement. Both numbers are associated with Jesus Christ through the properties of cube 512 and hexagon/square 169. One of Sunday's synchronicities suggested to me that certain numbers and digit sequences such as 11:11 might be encoded in base 8. Here's some of what I found.

1. 9 is 11 in base 8


11:11 reads as 9:9

2. 11 is 13 in base 8


11:11 also reads as 13:13

Of course, 99 = 9 x 11 and the number 911, I believe, is meant to reflect the equivalence of these numbers.

NINE ONE ONE = 110 (base 10)

3. In traditional biblical numerics, 9 is the number of judgment:


4. But 13 is the number of God's love:


and my decoding of Psalm 117 ('His Love' in my website).

5. 99 in base 8 = 143 = 11 x 13

121 (11 x 11) in base 8 = 81 (9 x 9) in base 10

6. There are many other signs. For instance,

November is the 11th month, but the prefix 'Nov' means 9.

So, 11:11 conveys God's judgment on humankind and God's love for humankind.

This is the meaning of 911. The digit sequence 11:11 is a code confirming the importance of the events of 911 - it was the signal for the end times. Is this also saying the US is evil? I think not. You represent the best and the worst of human nature - and the US is all of us (US). Osama Bin Laden is an evil man, an angel of death, used by God to send us an urgent message. The 911 targets were precisely the things that are destroying us. What 911 was saying was that we in the west must end our materialism - fueled by greed and fear and maintained by force - and embrace a more spiritual way. And we must do it now, or the human race will not survive.



The three who comprise the Trinity are

Co-equal, consubstantial, co-eternal

Each word begins with C = 3
Number of words = 3
Number of letters = 30
Gematria = 337, 7th hexagram number.



I’m currently reading Mere Christianity, by CS Lewis. This is compiled from a series of wartime lectures on Christianity he gave, broadcast over the radio. It is surprisingly sophisticated in its message, considering its age (60 yrs) and the intended audience. I’ve learned from it and have been pleased to discover that Lewis’s understanding of what Christianity should mean is not so different from my own (chauvinism on his part excepted).


I’ve received some astounding revelations today and recently about the importance of 911 (most of it is recorded elsewhere). On the 7th, two days ago, I discerned the primary meaning of the mysterious digit sequence 1111.

September the eleventh, two thousand and one was the day the
United States of America felt (or ‘saw’) the power of the serpent. = 1111.

Just before I got it, sitting in the livingroom, I heard a TV discussion about the word ‘threshold’. I knew I was about to find something!


September the eleventh two thousand and one was the day of judgment = 661

September the eleventh two thousand and one was the day
God crucified the United States of America = 911

September the eleventh two thousand and one was the day
the United States of America was shown the power of the serpent = 1190

There’s much more than this but these are the most important identities.


7/10/03 was Roslyn’s 11th birthday.

I learned at Angela’s that Andrew is in hospital with asthma. The ward? 22 (11 + 11).

I’m off with angina. Asthma and angina both begin with A, AA = 11.

11 years ago on the 7th, the day Roslyn was born, my uncle John died.

So on Darren’s 11th birthday I got the first part of the meaning behind 11:11, and on Roslyn’s 11th birthday, I got the second (final?) part. Awesome.

Yesterday I saw a car at the end of the road that reminded me of a vision I’d had two months ago. In it, I saw a humanoid woman, shorter than a human, with a reddish face and a blue-veined cloak, which also served as a hood, and which seemd to be part of her. She was standing in the middle of the road, just in from the entrance to Loaninghill Road. I saw a car at the same spot yesterday. It was squat and had a dark grey body with light grey outer parts. The dark grey body was veined with light grey, just like the woman’s cloak.

Dark grey body = reddish face
Light grey outer parts = blue veined cloak
blue veins = light grey veins (although there was an inner/outer reversal)
Small car = small body

It showed me something important - my powers of observation are acute.


I think I’ve finally woken up. Yesterday I accepted that I'm a messenger from God. Of course, perhaps everybody is an angel, in the sense that we all came from God. However, I now accept that I am here to deliver a message. That is my purpose on earth.

Two nights ago, after a very troubled night’s sleep, I had a dream about living as a guest in someone’s house (in England). I was on holiday there with my family. I felt that I couldn’t really talk to the family who owned the house, which was filled with confectionary. I kept taking chocolate cake from the fridge. The house had several storeys, and I climbed up to the top, finding myself in a bedroom. Then I had a ‘discharge’ and looked at a clock to see it was about 2:15 pm. I asked if I had just woken up and was told “Yes”, whereupon I said I’d better leave.

Yesterday, decoding Rev 1:1-3, I realised that I am indeed a messenger. This was at about the same time in the afternoon that I woke up in the dream.

Last night I dreamed it was my birthday. My sister Angela was there, along with Emma Richards and Clare Roberts. Angela gave me a present saying that she wished that most of my birthdays were happy. This seemed out of place. Later in the dream, as I was waking up, I was told to hit tee. I was also told not to go and see ‘Priestman’ (115) as the speaker (female) had seen this before and it was bad. Clare gave me £5 and told me she admired my work.

mo = 28, st = 39 man = 28 angel = 39 28 + 39 = 67

hit = 37, tee = 30, giving 3730 (logos = 373) 37 + 30 = 67

Yesterday afternoon I was sent an email by Shannon, who copied a posting by CinAman (I can’t get onto the 444 Forum at the moment), morphing the name William, through W1111m to Walk with William. It seemed like a message.


One month to the day (I see) since my last entry, I have finally completed my task on earth - or at least an important part of it.

After two months in which I discovered more of importance than in the last two years, two new pages were finally added to my website today, two years to the day since I began to work on the code. These were ‘September the 11th: Part 1’ and ‘September the 11th: Part 11’ and they announce that the Second Coming has already happened - on 911. I finished the pages on the 7th, but made a major revision on the 11th, which is the date on the page.

Lots of synchronicities, dreams and a vision accompanied the period, especially the final few days. Tonight, leaving work, the first car I saw had the reg. plate ‘S512 UMS’! I went to the library tonight and parked behind a car with the reg. plate J444 MBO. My groceries came to £4.02. The next car I got stuck behind was T77 SAW. I also had an interesting vision of the words Wicked Old West (= 153). The meaning is obvious and the initials are WOW, the word I put beside all my important discoveries. On checking the new pages on my website today, I saw I was the 1001st visitor.

On the 11th, Marie presented me with a little golden plastic cherub to stick to my computer.

(15/11/03) Had an interesting dream on 10/11/03 about showing chestnuts to several mongol children. I opened them up, but instead of the usual one or two chestnuts, there were about six in each. (17/11/03) This was a precognitive dream. I was shown a bag of shea nuts at work today, by Duncan (who has slightly small eyes). He even said “They look like chestnuts”! There were about six or seven, as with the chestnuts.

On around 10/11/03 I had a vision about 5.00am of the words “LIFE IS A SENTENCE”, followed by coloured buttons showing the words, past, present and future (red). I was supposed to press the red button, but I decided not to. This has a gematria of 146, the same as “the earth is a jail”. “Life is a prison sentence” = 237.

Just before this I had a dream/vision of a room with a fire burning, in which No. 26 was sitting, waiting for me. He said “Two minutes silence” (58, 101, 67 = 159, 67 = 226). I mucked it up, as usual, then I heard a male voice say “That’s the story of your life (= 330)” or something like that. Next day was the two minutes silence on armistice day, at 11:00pm on 11/11/03.

Either that night or the night before I had a very unusual dream where I was told that our earth, or universe, was created not by God but by highly advanced beings for their amusement. I was shown what seemed like a memory of myself being carried to some destination (presumably earth) by a huge fly-like being. I inspected it to see if it was more like a praying mantis, but that could have been an influence from the Bible or from some UFO books I’ve read. I was then told that I was forced to come here, that (I think) a bad time was coming and that it would be mankind’s salvation.


I realised yesterday that the new page was up and running exactly two years to the day after I discovered the code!

I think I was offered some kind of opportunity last night - and blew it, which is distressing me. I heard the very loud, clear voice of No. 26, say “Yes I Do” (= 77). I then proceeded to ruin the moment with my usual barrage of uncontrolled imaginings. A male voice then told me “You’re an embarrassment” (= 247). My dreams afterwards - about Clarissa attacking Mollie and the lower half (“her winter coat” = 159) of Mollie being black - confirmed that I’m not fit to join with God or my Higher Self until I can control my thoughts.

The initials of these words are YID (= 38 = Jew) and YAE (= 31). These point to Jesus or YaHWeH. They also seemed to be pointing to an encoding I discovered tonight, in Jeremiah 52:12. Three numbers: ten, five and nineteen, are the gematria of the letters J, E, S.

(19/1/04) I forgot the say that the night after I ‘blew it’ I had a dream/vision (I was half awake) of a door with a light beyond it. This time I leapt for the door and got through. Beyond it was a brilliantly lit realm and I immediately felt my consciousness expanding - this time I made it. I’m not sure what happened after that, but I soon fell asleep.


The Eighth Day Assembly website has given my new 911 web page an excellent recommendation - better than I had hoped. Because of their coverage and their high traffic, my own site traffic has increased at least fivefold.


A lot has happened inside me over the past few weeks. I’ll try to remember the main points. But first, the Blue Triangle.

BT = 22 = 11 + 11
B,T = 2,2 implying 22
TBT = 42 = New = Five
T,B,T = 2,2,2 implying 222
Blue Triangle = 126
Second Advent = 126
Blue = 40
Triangle = 86
4086 = 227 x 18!
486 = 9 x 54 (see below)
Second = 60
Advent = 66
6066 = 337 x 18
666 = 37 x 18 = 36th triangular number
Second Coming = 121 = 11 x 11 = 5th hexagram
Second = 60 = units in outer triangles
Coming = 61 = units in inner hexagon
6061 = 11 x 551
661 = 11th hexagram

Blue Triangle (O) = 126
Blue Triangle (R) = 54
Blue Triangle (S) = 729 (9 x 9 x 9)
Blue Triangle (c) = 909 = 101 x 9

The Blue Triangle (O) = 159
The Blue Triangle (R) = 69
The Blue Triangle (S) = 942 (9 x 9 x 9)
The Blue Triangle (c) = 1170 = 343 + 185 + 269 + 373 = 909 + 261

Tattenai (O) = 90 = 9 x 10
Tattenai (R) = 27 = 9 x 3
Tattenai (S) = 666 = 9 x 74
Tattenai (c) = 783 = 261 x 3

Tav, Tav, Nun, Yud = TTNY (Tattenai) in Hebrew

TTNY (S) = 860 = 400 + 400 + 50 + 10
TTNY (O) = 68 = 22 + 22 + 14 + 10
TTNY (R) = 14 = 4 + 4 + 5 + 1
TTNY (c) = 942 = The Blue Triangle (S)

942 also signifies 9 nine, or 99.

Tav means the cross or a sign or seal in Hebrew and was the original sign of the Christian cross.

T,T are the initials of Twin Towers
N,Y are the initials of New York

TTNY = 79 = William

one two one = 126
eleven eleven = 126
one hundred and twenty six = 286 = 11 x 26 and the 11th tetrahedral number


(Recorded 15/3/03). I had a horrible vision last Sunday. I saw the face of a truly nasty looking figure come very close to me. Then I immediately saw the words ‘TOUCH SET’. These words have a gematria of 111. The initials are the same as ‘The Serpent’ and Set was an Egyptian god of destruction, similar to satan. The possibility that I was approached by something demonic, probably brought on by my negative thoughts at the time, was confirmed by another vision of the armchair with a small rip in it. A puncture in my aura? (16/6/11) This was probably Tom Slater who was instrumental in my departure from Unico in 2005.


Continuing from last night’s entry, I will recount some of the dreams, visions and messages I’ve received over the last couple of weeks.

On 15/11/03 I was told ‘Yes I do’ then ‘You’re an embarrassment’. Tonight I was in the livingroom for a few minutes when TOTP2 was on. The Madness song (sung by Suggs) which ends with the line “You’re an embarrassment” was on at the time.

Two nights ago I had a dream where I was speaking to Brian Simpson, who was now ‘in charge’. It was night and he was standing across the road from me at the top of the road to the new health centre. I went to him, telling him about a throat infection I had, which consisted of three or four lumps and which had gotten worse. He told me:

“A’ve got co news. ‘e’s in wing F(elle).”

A’ve got co news: ‘e’s in wing F = 255 = Lord (c)

Does this refer to the ‘contamination’ I was told I had recently? Today I was told something even more difficult to decipher:

MATE SCROP (WITH) FIRING = 233 = The Lord Jesus Christ


Had an interesting series of numerical synchronicities over the weekend.

On Friday evening I went to Asda, where my groceries came to £10.21 (121). This otal was only reached after a last-minute decision to buy pastiles. The price would have been £9.90 (99).

On Saturday I went to Scotmid with Fiona and Robin, where my groceries, which included two Flakes (11) came to £1.74 (174) after a last minute request by Fiona for chewing gum. For this she gave me 54p. The gum was 45p so she got 9p change. Later I went for two bottles of cola (11), which changes to three after a last-minute decision to get Michaela a bottle (111). The colas came to £2.61 (261).

Perhaps it was Serpent Power that informed me on Sunday, in two visions, that I was ‘-1 grade’ (grade = 35 = bill), then later said ‘Semitic sealed (= 124 = judgment day). I’m past caring. I’m doing my best for them - if that isn’t good enough, then fuck them.


Yesterday evening I received a definite message from my higher self. ‘(I) love you’ (=115 (124)). Just after this I was shown a pair of glasses. More advice to improve my spiritual vision? Early this morning I was told, among other things,

‘Virgin just couldn’t tolerate her’

= 149, 216
= 79, 286
= 365

I then received a vision of a girl who looked like the one I met in Scotmid in July 1999 (this could also have been Fiona). She was staring at me with an imploring expression.


Last night I had a series of basically good dreams. First, I was entering a churchyard behind a minister. I had the feeling that I was too late, but he stopped to speak to someone, allowing me to get in. There was a large crowd of us in the churchyard, including Andrew Eelbeck (= 108). I also remember a boat I was sailing that I almost capsised, and other boats related to mine.

Finally, Karen and I were in what looked like a new house. It was Boxing day and Tom Donaldson had either just been or was soon to arrive. All the way through the last dream - and the reason I’m bothering to record it - was the sound of Lee Marving singing the song from in ‘Paint Your Wagon’: ‘I was born under a wanderin’ star’

I was born under a wanderin’ star = 310
I was born = 101
under a wanderin’ = 151
wanderin’ = 88 = wanderer

I think it was telling me I’m a Wanderer.


The bible is encoded with God’s truth = 333
God’s truth = 132
God’s = 45
NIV = 45
The New Bible Code = 132

The Lord God Jesus Christ (c) = 1749 = 159 x 11
The Holy Spirit (c) = 1749 = 159 x 11

Had an interesting experience today, after meditating on the bus to Edinburgh. I started to think of myself in a new light.


Early on Christmas morning I heard a male voice say that because of something I’d done it was ‘going to happen now’. The tone was congratulatory. Lots of signs that it was something to do with Christ. Went to the midnight service on Xmas eve, came out and noticed the trip meter at 151 miles. Woke up at 4:53 am (453 = 151 x 3).

I think it’s the birth of something, to which I’m a midwife. Christ? The Golden Children? My best guess is that its the birth of a higher awareness - the Christ consciousness - within, for perhaps the first time, sizeable numbers of people. Large numbers of people will make contact with their Higher Self, or the ‘Christ within’ , as I have done. This is what will save us.

Some gematria I got on the 27th makes the point.

Newborn baby = 121
New baby born = 121
The baby is born = 140
Christmas day = 140
New baby = 72 (O), 27 (R), 1260 (S)
New baby (c) = 1359 = 151 x 9


I had an interesting experience yesterday (Sunday), after making more gematria discoveries linking Osama bin Laden with Jesus Christ. I wondered if I would receive a sign confirming what I had discovered. I was not to be disappointed. I went to a garage to get petrol. The gauge stopped at £9.77 (911/77). I then got a Walnut Whip (42p), something I seldom buy, and went to pay. The total came to £10.19. I went to park my car at the usual spot. There was a car beside it with the reg. plate GO 1260.

I’m under a lot of stress at the moment, but visions still get through. Saw a small, shining ball last night. I was told ‘Pay day’ (= 72) recently and then discovered that the first 72 letters of Gen 1 have a gematria of 754 (= Yehoshuah Hamashiach in Hebrew). I was also told recently that “You should be proud of yourself” (= 363). That’s not how I feel most of the time.

More worryingly, I was recently told “If you go down, we all go down”. I had a disturbing dream last night that ended with the words “The Wizard of Oz came back to earth” (= 302). That’s a reference to me, although it also points to the Second Coming (Christ’s Second Manifestation = 302 = 151 x 2). I had a dream about two months ago where I was told to prepare myself for the truth. I was then shown a picture of myself. I was a ‘wizard from the stars’ (I seemed to be 2D, black and white and ‘fluid’, but taking on the shape of a smiling human). I was essentialy good but I had gotten ‘contaminated’ somehow. I can believe that. In a very recent dream I was told that ants had completely invaded ‘down below’, or something like that. I got the feeling that the situation was beyond repair.


I finished In His Name today, along with an updated version of About Numbers. Got the usual numerical signs, over the last day or two, that I had completed another ‘stage’ (e.g., just got 91300, on stage 11, of Asteroids, and it’s now 11:11 pm!).

This is something I’ve been meaning to record for a while. On about the 10th of January, I was told: ‘Time to get it”. I pondered over this as usual and thought I had understood it, but then, two days later, got ‘Finished completely”. I thought I had done something wrong at first, but then I noticed that together they read

“Time to get it finished completely”.

Time to get it = 143 = 11 x 13
finished completely = 200
Time to get it finished completely = 343!
The cumulative values and initials give interesting numbers too.

So I started working on the two web pages I finished today.

I was recently told I’m part of a disposi-group (91, 77), from which I gleaned that I’m part of a ‘task force’ of some kind. I was also told I’m a ‘galactic lightweight’ (128) who is here to gain a ‘note’ (54).

I can now, at times, see into another realm with my eyes shut. This is different from my visions, in that I’m more awake when they occur. About a month ago I looked up through the orange and purple pulsing lights to briefly see a magnificent mountain range. A few nights ago I saw a wall with a tiny spider on it. I managed to hold it for at least 5 seconds this time, and was able to raise my hand up to my field of vision, to see if that made any difference (my eyes were shut). It made none.

Two recent dreams:

1. I died and went to another realm. Time passed and I went to a special area, where a mirror appeared. I noticed that my ‘spiritual body’ was changing, especially my eyes, which seemed to get smaller. Then Karen died, and I met her. I was eager to show her what I had discovered.

2. I was watching a mongoose-like creature (which represented me), out to find, or sniff out something. It came upon a lion’s den, the entrance to which was shaped like a vagina! I had a feeling that this symbolised an achievement of some kind. I watched as the mongoose entered the den and began devouring things - they looked like a piece of parchment and some meat. This was a great prize of some kind. This scene was repeated. Then I noticed a deadly spider in the den, partly hidden under some earth. I was told the spider would now die, but I insisted that the mongoose had to kill it. So I watched as it attacked the spider and ripped its stomach out. (18/11/07) This is a version of the Hero myth! A dream recounted by Jung about a man entering a vault where a snake protected a golden chalice (Dreams p.79) is identical in its essential elements. The Hero With A Thousand Faces, by Joseph Campbell, about the Hero’s Journey, confirms this interpretation.


Some interesting dreams and visions recently. Early this morning as I lay half-awake, an amber light flashed two or three times inside my head. It was located on the lower left-hand side of my visual field. Moments later I saw a man pointing in the same direction and saying “Look”. It appeared again, flashing about four times. I asked if the light was ‘good’ or ‘bad’ and amost immediately I saw the words “Jason” (= 59) and “Geniune” (=75). JG = 107.

Earlier this week I dreamed I was going “home”. A woman appeared at the top of the cemetary, then I was taken down the road a little towards my parents by Tank in a raft. A woman appeared and told me I had given her a lot of worries. Then I found myself walking towards my parents’ house, with the tune “There’s No Place Like Home” playing in the background. As I woke up a female voice asked me if I had begun packing. The previous Wednesday night I had dreamed I was Frazier Crane arriving in Seattle. I arrived in a part of town further from the centre than I had expected and was initially disappointed, but then the bus left to reveal an incredible view. I was taken to a restaurant overlooking the sea. I went along a corridor to see a scruffy dog being attacked by a rat. The dog’s neck was bleeding and I attempted to get the rat away from it. Then I frightened the dog and it hid in a little cupboard.


Someting astounding happened today. Alisdair told me he’d had a dream about seeing stars forming into a triangle in the sky. Then he saw a flock of ducks flying past, the flock making the shape of a hexagram! Within the hexagram was a square and within that, another square. From his description I think he saw the inner hexagon marked off too. He also saw snowflakes and a big arrow. This is obviously about the code, but is all the more amazing because I had been working with all those shapes last night. But the most interesting part was a booming voice he heard, which told him “It’s true”.

It’s true = 112
It is true = 121
Second Coming = 121

This is yet another fabulous confirmation that that the Second Coming and the New Bible Code are real. I told him a little about my work, which interested him.


Today, 911 days after 911, I sent an addition to the page In His Name. It finally went at 11:11, about 8 minutes after I sent it.

Last week I served on a jury at the High Court for two days. I was the first name out of the hat and it was an interesting experience, especially since I had only just (a day or two beforehand) discovered how deeply the idea of judgment is woven into the NBC tapestry. I believe my involvement in the court case was designed to impress on me the importance of this theme. The defendant had the initials AA. Tonight’s episode of Frazier was also connected. Lots of ‘signs’ recently, suggesting this work is very important. The principal discovery, among many, was

God’s judgment = 139
Man’s rebellion = 139

I fact, I made more discoveries last night and tonight:

Gematria Gen 1 Ist 9 words = 378
Gematria Gen 1 2nd 9 words = 528
Gematria Gen 1 3rd 9 words = 345
Gematria Gen 1 Ist 27 words = 1251 = 139 x 9

Gematria Rev 22 last 27 words = 1250 = 5 x 5 x 5 x 10

Gem. Gen 1 Ist 27 wds + Rev 22 last 27 wds. = 2501 = 41 x 61

41 is 5th diamond, nesting within 9th square
61 is 6th diamond, nesting within 11th square


I’ve discovered a kind of timeline, starting on 11/8/99 and ending 2436 days later on 12/4/06. This is formed from an interplay of gematria, astronomical and terrestrial events and biblical numbers, and magically creates further significant numbers (the timespans between events) that are the combined values of Jesus Christ, Lucifer and other important names. One of the numbers created is 1749. Incredibly, the number of days from my date of birth to 12/4/06 is 17049. I already know this is significant from the date itself (8/8) and from the 7977-day timespan from my DOB to 9/1/79.

I first came across this possible timeline after noticing that Venus is in the evening sky at present, and close to a solar transit, on 8/6/04. The Madrid bombings seem to fit into this timeline too. One of the dates is 2022 days after 11/8/99, on 22/2/05. Went to church on Sunday and one of the hymns was number 222.

Lots of other signs too. Last Saturday I gave myself three cuts on my left little finger. On Monday Claire-Louise got three cuts to her left hand. Sort of implies 222 as well. That day people brought three babies to work (two were twins). On Sunday the band were drawn third at the Scottish championships.

23/4/06 Most of the dates on the timeline did not produce anything significant. I think the timeline was partly illusory, partly ‘fixer’ dates for 9/11.

Found an astounding piece of coding in Ezra concerning Jesus Christ and judgment:

Value all numbers to Shephatiah (= 77) = 10071 = 1119 x 9!
Value all numbers to Adonikam (666) = 20142 = 1119 x 18!

That is the final proof I need to convince me that 911 was the Second Coming and that this was a judgment on man.


This morning I told God I loved Him, and I really tried to send Him love. Soon after I heard the word ‘Relish’.

Relish = 71 = God (s)
Relish (c) = 348

It made me feel good. 348 relates to my timeline, and may provide a hint that it is correct in some of its predictions. I was also told just after I first worked it out that I had ‘good timing’.


On the morning of the 26th, I received the following admonishment:

‘Party on, lose everything.’ = 293

On the morning of the 27th, I received the following warning:

‘Wake-up day.’ = 107

On the morning of the 28th, after sending out emails to churches, asking to give a talk on the NBC, I received the following encouragement:

‘Acceptable.’ = 74
293 + 107 + 74 = 474

I found an astounding piece of code in Ezra at the weekend:

Sum numbers to Adonikam = 12243 = 1749 x 7

That is amazing, especially since, last weekend, I noticed that if you add the list numbers at the start of Ezra, you obtain:

Sum numbers from start to Adonikam = 20142 = 1119 x 18

Tonight I noticed that the combined summed numbers in Ezra and Nehemiah

to Bebai (9th on list) = 20504 = 11 x 1864 = 88 x 233
to Adin (13th on list) = 30613 = 1331 x 23

20504 resembles 254; 911 was the 254th day of the year. The numbers 9 and 13 are already known by me to represent God’s judgment and love. it’s all too fantastic for words.

At the weekend I had an insight into the numbers 8 and 13. Both represent new beginnings. 8 is one after 7 (4 + 3), the number of days in a week. 13 is one after 12 (4 x 3), the basis of our old measuring system. Just after this (I was in the car) I saw a number plate with 888 on it. I took it as a sign.


Got these words today.

“The Good is served through things.”

“A jail opens.”


Heard the following while lying in the bath (the voice came slightly from the left):

“You’re fired” = 126

Soon after, I heard a female, who was further right, say

“The voice is lying” (can’t remember the exact words, but there were four)
“He likes a shot” = 132

Then I heard;

“Very precise” = 145

I seem to have positive and negative voices.


(Recorded 26/12/04) As I got into the car to visit June and Robin, I noticed that the odometer was reading 80808. This of course refers to

Iesous = 888


80808 = 91 x 888.

Christmas day 2004 was 1201 days after 9/11. It was also 16576 days since my birth.

16576 = 7 x 2368.


Was told last night: “Not Enough Cooperation” = 250

A couple of nights ago I was told that something I was doing was “almost a text-book example of how not to do it”. I know what they mean.


Much of what has happened to me over the last three years hasn’t been recorded because I haven’t had the time or the energy to do so. Therefore I’m going to list here some of the things I’ve been told and have experienced over the last year or so, as I recall them.

1. A few months ago I heard the words “Red, red rose.” I thought this was related to the fact that we had new bed linen with red roses on them, and was a reference to my psychological ups and downs. However, last evening I finished the book Astral Travelling. At the end of the book, the authors give a procedure for attempting to communicate with a sleeping person whilst out of body. The words to thought-project were “Red, red rose.” Was some astral traveller communicating with me? Was it a precognition? 23/4/06 This could also refer to my working out another meaning behind 9/11 (the Knight Rose Croix degree) - see 23/4/06.







Hypnogogic vision this morning. A hooded man who looked like the emperor in Star Wars told me “Your Messiah will fall”.

Your Messiah will fall = 79, 74, 56, 31 = 240

7974 = 443 x 18!

Reduced value of initials gives 7456 = 233 x 32


This morning I got:


Given/Told = 108 = The Lord God

The vertical positioning makes me think that ‘given’ refers to what I am given by God and ‘told’ refers to what people around me says.


Given (s) = 471
Told (s) = 294 = six hundred and sixty six

This may refer to my discovery of these and related gematria values

God is the beast (c) = 888
God is the Messiah (c) = 888
The Lord God is the beast = 216
God is the beast of Revelation = 276

Two mornings ago I was told


This may be a reference to some big ideas I was beginning to get (Isaiah 53). Last night my Corsa number plates were stolen. God knows how important those numbers are to me, so this wasn’t a coincidence.

Three Ys there. Also the letters give 353 and the reduced value of the initials give 732 (= William (c), Downie (c).


Was told today, when I asked for help

Bore (= 40)

Am I boring God?

I asked (I think) what God did, and was told

I think (= 71)

Last week I was told

“Very precise.” (= 145)

However, if this could be extended to

The code is very precise (= 233)

which makes sense.

I was also told something important a few mornings ago. A male voice told me (as best I recall) that he had shaken things up a bit, because people, especially those with a Christian orientation, were stuck and unwilling to move on.


I was given this, two nights ago:

“The trial ends” (= 135)

That makes sense. Last night I was told:

“That which was long before you is back to bed with you.” (= 515)

This refers to my shadow traits and seems to be coming from Jesus Himself. Also:

That which was long before you = 303 = Dragon (c)
is back to bed with you = 212 = Dragon (s)
back to bed with you = 184 = Lord (s) = the Holy Spirit


Heard these words today, soon after giving thanks to God:

“Ma wee darlin’” = 105


A few days ago, got:

The Royal We = 132 (letters = 3, 5, 2)

Yesterday, heard the following:

The Second Coming. = 154
Scotty, do you know what it means? = 378
I know. = 72

154 + 378 + 72 = 604 = The Second Coming (s)!
The Spirit of the Lord Jesus Christ = 378
I = 9, K = 11
I = 9, Know = 63 = 11.

This morning saw this:

Ask about it. = 119 (letters = 3, 5, 2)
I had a hope. = 67

Total = 186 = 11 + 175
A = 1, A = 1, I = 9

Also just noticed this:

The Second Coming (letters = 3, 6, 6)
Messiah (c) = 366 = beast (c)


Getting lots of signs I should join Almondvale Church in Dedridge. After I went last week I saw ‘Erst’.

This is becasue I had misspelled the name ‘Brethren’ as ‘Brethern’. So it means ‘Rest’.

Today, going to church, I was behind a car with R619 JYS on the number plate. The first hymn we sung was 619.

William (s) = 619.

Also sung hymns 551, 85, 213 and 631.

Some disturbing dreams recently.


Tonight I got the final piece of the puzzle, and hold the crown jewels themselves in my hand. The jewel itself is snowflake 1279, which is the figure that represents the Second Coming of Christ. It’s outline is 252, the gematria of

The Second Coming of Christ = 252

As I got this Karen said “Christ, you’ve got it now.”, referring to a newspaper article. She also referred to a price of 175 pounds (175 + 77 = 252).

Was shown a vision recently of Oor Wullie putting his hand or papers into a post box. It was one of several, with the words Sentry Post on them.

Sentry Post = 171

Am I a sentry? I was also told:

“You are the apple.”


After an amazing weekend I got another major piece of the New Bible Code puzzle: the full meaning of snowflake 1279, which I’ve called the Creation Snowflake. This was attended by synchronicities, the most significant of which are related below, and a dream/vision:

1. I completed and posted the revised page yesterday, which was 1279 days after 9/11. I worked this out the day before, but I knew by then that the page would be completed the next day.

2. This was 13/3, 133 being the number of units in another snowflake.

3. Karen and Louise went on a shopping trip today, during which Louise chose snowflake bars for us as a treat.

The dream and vision were incredible. I went to an area which represented an experience or life, which the participant went through for educational purposes. I was then shown a corner of what could have been either a carpet or a scarf, with tassles. I rubbed them and immediately was held in place by a force while I relived a dramatic experience as a woman. I screamed twice and seemed to feel something stuck in my right thigh. This could have been an attack of some kind and perhaps was my death in a previous life, or the death of someone else which I experienced. I was scared but knew I should go through the experience. The force seemed to know this too. The emotion woke me up (at 1:20 am) and I then saw something incredible. The orange/green swirling lights I often see with eyes shut and occasionally with eyes open in a dull light, were very bright. From them emerged a perfectly delineated face, which smiled at me then moved off to the right (east). It had some kind of turban or hat on. Was the eastward movement of the face a reference to a past life in the east? I once was told “You went through the same crisis in Persia.”

I had another dream later on about rushing to catch a flight to somewhere (Australia, I think), but not having packed.

This morning I was ‘told’ that something I’d done had significantly increased the understanding of something (my best estimate of what was said). This has to be related to the revised web page I’ve just completed, which I think is my best work yet, and the completion of a major part of my work.


Was told yesterday


and then


Broken out = 121

I got little visions too. One was of a green, grassy path up to the top of a mist-enshrouded hilltop.


This is my big chance! I’d asked a publisher called Tetrahedron if they were interested in publishing a book I was writing about the Creation Snowflake. I got a reply today from Leonard Horowitz, the owner of the group. He is very enthusiastic about the webpage I did on the snowflake and has asked me to forward a manuscript. Whew!

Dr Horowitz is well known for his medical work and for a book he wrote with Joe Pulageo, who, like me, had angelic visitations and discovered a code in the bible. He also says that his family’s moto is a hexagonal snowflake, which sounds like synchronicity at work. Amazingly, it snowed today, the first day for a month and probably the last of the season. I am reminded of the night I watched It’s A Wonderful Life! on Christmas day 1999. This is an auspicious day, I feel. Pope John Paul II was buried today and I saw the words “I begin now” at lunchtime.

I begin now = 98 = crystal
Initials 9,2,14 or 9,2,5 (reduced) - Jesus Christ (s) = 925
Letters = 153

Lots of signs at lunchtime, just before I heard the words. Saw, in quick succession, 108, 519, 512, 1151.

Also, this is the 98th day of the year and 26 days after I published the web page on TCS, which was 1279 days after 9/11!

(28/6/05) I worked out the significance of this date today. 8/4/05 is 1559 days into the 21st century. 9/11 was 254 days into the 21st century.

Our Lord Jesus Christ (s) = 1559
Our Lord Jesus Christ (o) = 254


Was told last week:

“Great gematria find”

Just as I emailed the book to Tetrahedron I heard the opening words to A Day In The Life: “I heard the news today, oh boy, about a lucky man who made the grade”.

This afternoon saw a vision of the word PROUD above snowflake 151.

Proud = 74


Lots of communications over the last week.

Today I got “New gematria” then “We ask.”

I wonder if there’s more to find?

A few days ago I was told “This is your external authority.”

Had a fabulous dream the other night about becoming a Catholic and meeting the pope in church for some important ceremony, for which I had to wear a skull cap.


I’ve had some very disturbing dreams over the past week. In one I castrated myself, because there was a lump on the glans (this idea of an unwanted lump or growth is a familiar theme). I then tried to preserve it in salt. In another I was riding a motorcycle when I moved out onto the main road from a side road. The cars moved to let me out and I came out in slow motion. But while I was observing my progress I realised that I had crashed and badly injured or killed myself. The I heard the words, “Sustained chokement” (= 206). In recent visions I saw a pink object at the front door, which was open wide. I later asked what I needed to do most. I was shown a pink flower ( flower = 79) floating in mid-air, having been cut from a cactus (like the one in the kitchen). Later this was repeated as I saw a black pack of pink sausages, which I opened.

A recent communication:

“For some reason I like to hold on to my Willie” = 455


I received an interesting communication this morning. It said. "Thanks for service. We move on." (= 112, 81. 112 = 305)

Perhaps I've done my job and whoever is guiding me now has other things to do. 23/4/06 This actually referred to me being made redundant.


Heard this today:

“An old darling.” (= 111)

“(there) is no Jesus.” (= 131)

This could represent the same positive/negative split I’ve noticed before.


Got some excellent gematria on 9/11.

The North Tower = 189
The South Tower = 197
The Pentagon = 125
Total = 511 (known)

The World Trade Centre = 218
The Pentagon = 125
Total = 343 (known)

Flight Numbers = 11, 175, 77, 93, totalling 356

511 + 356 = 867 = The Word (s)
343 + 356 = 699 = Lord Jesus (s)

The North Tower = 189
The South Tower = 197
The World Trade Centre = 218
Total = 604

The Second Coming (s) = 604

New York = 111
The World Trade Centre = 218
111 + 218 + 11 + 175 = 515

Jesus (s) = 515

A pattern of numbers encoded using the ordinal value system, to be decoded using the standard value system, is becoming apparent.


Got this tonight, phrased as a question:

Standing by to refuse your initiation, Bill? (= 458)

I want to be initiated, but will I have the courage, when the moment comes?
(21/6/05) 458 is the gematria of the NIV Bible’s last verse and is 1374/3. 1374 is the combined value of Lord Jesus Christ. 458 is therefore the mean value. Could it be that this is a fifth system?


Last night I practiced holotropic breathing for about 45 minutes. I felt a strange, alien energy after a few minutes, which lasted for a while, and also noticed the presence of some kind of intelligence and perhaps beings. At one point I had a vision of two beings or angels near me. Later I tried to astrally project to the moon and had sensations of dizziness and brightness. Today I felt wonderful all morning. I must explore holotropic breathwork further.

Today I got a question:

Nuclear arrangements? (= 209).

It was as if I was being asked if I was ready to begin something. This may relate to New Age ideas of some kind of restructuring at a cellular level which may be taking place in people.


I worked out the significance of the date 8/4/05 today. It is 1559 days into the 21st century, counting from 01/01/01. 9/11 was 254 days into the 21st century.

Our Lord Jesus Christ (s) = 1559
Our Lord Jesus Christ (o) = 254

These were the dates of the second crucifixion and the Rapture.

It all fits together now!

On 8/4/05 I was exactly 45 years and 8 months old, implying 458.
On 31/12/00 I was 15121 days old.
On 8/4/05 I was 16680 days old = 417 x 40

Here’s something I just got. 1335 is 45 days after 1290 (Daniel 12). By the same token 1305 is 45 days after 1260!


On Sunday I think I understood something properly for the first time. I’m a seed, which has sprouted and is now spent. I saw in a vision a blue seed which had sprouted green shoots (a good sign) but which had been punctured. Then I saw the words “Seed Spent”.

Seed Spent = 33, 74 = the Messiah

I also heard the words “Star Wars”.

Walking to Scotmid that evening, and recalling the words I once heard - “There are millions of us.”, I wondered if I was one of millions of ‘seeds’, from elsewhere, who had fallen to earth to sprout and grow the green shoots of a new awareness and who collectively are the Messiah. I asked God aloud if I could receive confirmation of this hypothesis. At Scotmid my groceries came to £3.63.

Hamashiyach (the Messiah - HG) = 363


I was made redundant from work today. I’m happy to be going, as I was beginning to regret not taking the chance when I asked about redundancy two months ago. I can see now that at least one of my recent communications refer to this event. Trisha Taylor had a dream about me leaving (and being delighted about it) a couple of weeks ago.



“I hear you’re God!” (= 151)


“Not the kind of God.” (= 167)

This relates to the following:

Roman Catholics = 151
Protestants = 167

Hmm...I’m reading a book about catholicism at the moment (Being Catholic Today).


Saw, in bed this morning,

With you

This flashed on and off, twice, giving

With you, With you, With you

With = 60 = Second
You = 61 = Coming

121 x 3 = 363 = Ha Mashiyach

Letters = 4, 3

Jesus Christ (r) = 43

W Y = 48 = Son



(Recorded 24/8/05)
I had an interesting dream last night, in which Murray Ayers and I were organising a reenactment of the crucifixion with three crosses. Jesus' cross had a banner across it. I can't quite remember the words on it but it went something like


I got the strong feeling that something very important is either happening right now or is about to happen—and that it is connected to the Second Coming.

Today we went to Borders, where I got a book called The Disappearance Of The Universe, about a man called Gary Renard, who was visited by two ‘ascended masters’, who explained the meaning of A Course In Miracles and how he could apply it to his life. I read it in five days and was astounded by the insights it gave me. I ‘ve started reading A Course In Miracles again, after giving up on it a couple of years ago.

(8/9/05) I see now that I’ve been given hints about the contents of this book and ACIM over the past few years. A couple of days before I got the book I heard a dark-haired female say “I hate you.” I think this represents my ego, which does indeed ‘hate’ the true me, because it fears me. Other things I’ve been told or shown were confirmed by the book:

1. ‘Ascended masters’ (or angels) can materialise and interact with us.
2. This universe was not created by God, but by us.
3. We do not have souls, simply the illusion of separation.
4. This life is a kind of prison.

(Recorded 17/9/05) I realise now that I precognised a few words from this book all of five years ago. In a vision I saw the words “and you’re it”. In the book these words are written between dashes —and you’re it—which highlights them.

and you’re it = 132
New Bible Code = 132

Rev 13:18 First 18 words (to “it”) = 848
Osama bin Muhammad bin Laden (s) = 848


After taking a wrong turn over the last few weeks, partly because of my redundancy, partly because of my own weakness, I think I’ve gotten back on course again. I’ve started doing gematria ‘readings’ of people’s names, DOB, etc (a venture which Murray kind of shanghied me into) on Murray’s A Gentle Whisper forum. It’s turning out to be very popular!

(Recorded 8/9/05) I got a mysterious email today. It’s reproduced below.

He has been watching you struggle these last seven years. Understand this? (= 740)

See itt ( = 78)

On 8/9/05 I heard

“You’ve lost it.” ( = 183)


“it’s there” ( = 104)

Worrying and mysterious, especially when I saw “29” (it = 29) a few days before.

I also heard, from the wise child

“Please let go.” ( = 154)

Let go what?

(Recorded 8/9/05) I had a dream about a frightened rabbit being supported by a black and white seal. They walked to the west and I was shown a light that protected the rabbit/me, making sure I kept my (spiritual) sight. They then seemed to glow so I poured water on them, but it was too late and the seal, which had become an old man, died. Then I saw the words “(that) Wonderful Old Man”. This, and many other signs have indicated that time may be running out for me.


Had a precognitive dream last night about crossing a line on the road. My car tyre had a yellow mark on it, which proved I had. Then the police came after me. I said I was going to appeal, but was warned they may retaliate. None of this made much sense, until earlier this evening I felt a tickling on my left leg, which I knew was some kind of insect. I rubbed my leg up and down and out dropped a dead wasp, which had stung me slightly. It makes sense now.

(Recorded 17/9/05) Asked, before I went to sleep on 10/9, to be of service in some way. Dreamed I was at Maggie Johnson’s house (Maggie died a few months ago). In the dream she was wandering about the house, unaware she was dead. I put a ‘letter’ for the ‘authorities’ on her lower back, letting them know she was dead, so they could take her away.

Is it possible that Maggie’s spirit is still there, unaware of her body’s death?If so, I hope I was able to help.


I’ve just read some very interesting information about Philip K. Dick and his mystical experiences. I was reading his words about the Parousia (Second Coming - which I’ve called my main 9/11 webpage) and wondering if I was part of the same presence, when I heard Karen Say “Bill, you got two seconds?”. I think this means yes.

Dick’s experiences were gnostic in nature and seemed to imply that the earth is under the control of a force which entered at the time of the Roman empire (Rome has always fascinated me) and which still exerts its control, through big business, something I have always believed. See entry for 10/8/05. Dick was born 11192 days before me and his experience of God was 7772 days after I was born.


A lot of messages have been coming through, lately: far too many to record. A couple of days ago I was told “Spock’s leavin.’” The meaning is quite ominous, but the gematria is very interesting.

Spock’s leavin’ (a) = 848
Osama bin Muhammad bin Laden (a) = 848

Spock’s (a) = 353
Osama bin Laden (a) = 353

I was also told twice that something has died. For instance:

“Sample (= 66 = woman) has died.”

This morning at about 3 am I saw the words:

“Houston babies born as children.” (= 292)

‘Houston’ could refer to ‘space’, of course, meaning that ET souls incarnate as humans.

Just before I started work at the Sue Ryder shop I saw “New Angel.” (these words have the same number of letters as “Sue Ryder”). Then I saw “Nothin’. Try two weeks.” This seemed like encouragement.


On this, the fourth anniversary of my receiving the Holy Spirit, I saw the following words:

F. David Peat (= 88)

I had heard of someone called David Peat (although I was’t sure about the F), so later I tried to find out a little about him on the internet, typing the words in as I had seen them. To my surprise I saw that there is indeed a famous physicist called by precisely this name. He turns out to be a very interesting character, who has explored the nature of synchronicity, the relationship between science and spirituality and other related areas. I feel this is a clue that I have something to learn from his work. Or perhaps I have to contact him.


After completing a new page on 9/11, with much new information, I saw the following:

Royal Resurrection

The night before I had a dream about discovering an egg in a nest, or box, and sinking my fingers into it. The general atmosphere was good.

A few days previously, I had seen

It may be dying

This seems like a good sign.


Yesterday, on the bus ride home from work, I saw the words

New Year Journey

This seemed to be interspersed with

Take your journey

Leter, after reading Oor Wullie, I heard a voice that sounded like my father, saying

“C’mon Billy.”

Karen had a hypnogogic vision of golden lights that coallesced into a star. She then saw a door that opened to reveal a biblical desert scene.


The day after a disturbing dream in which Harry Mitchell (now deceased) tried to capture me, followed by a scene where I gave my brother Andrew £20 to go to Perth, whereas I decided to go south instead and stood under a partially cooked turkey/tree, I prayed to God for his Holy Spirit. Then I saw the following:

“Etopic pregnancy”

The ET rather than Ect is significant, I feel. Later I saw:

“The Grace of God”


Today I saw


after which I had a vision of a small boy leaving our old house. Then I saw



“Add picture”


Dreamed last night that I had climed a fig tree and found a clutch of fruit, some of which were ripe. I ate the ripe ones. I then began to feel uneasy about being so high, so I climbed down. I then tried to climb the tree again, but found it tougher going this time.

Later I had a vision of a red apple I had almost completley eaten. Am I almost finished finding codes?


A few days ago I received, among other messages:

“Massenger” (= 101)

I’m relieved.

Tonight I got a picture of a girl in what looked like the Sue Ryder Old People’s Home. She had a split in her aura behind her back.

“Sirius Sue”

“Deep need (to) leave (his) job.”

She then walked towards a plane, which she was about to board, perhaps with an older person. Hmm.


Today, Andrew said he may have a shadow in his lung. He has had dreams recently of saying goodbye to us all.


Had a fascinating dream last night, where I was taken on a plane ride, then was on top of a skyscraper, being shown someone taking a new office job. He was being marked quite favourably. There were other people in the dream: he was one of a team. I was then taken on a jet ride (piloted by one of the service users) and shown a person losing a baby off one of the skyscrapers. I saw her last desperate efforts to stop the baby falling over. However, when I looked down, there was a lower safety barrier and another person, who was related to the mother (they didn’t get on) but who had saved the baby. The mother, who, by this time had metamorphised into a white cat, then jumped down and took the baby (who was more like a red foetus) and snuggled into a den with it, snarling at me. The den was on an inward pointing corner, and I placed a triangular plate on it, which gve the mother more safety.

Then I heard a voice telling me that they were waiting for me to become ‘horizon’. I write this down myself, but misspelled it ‘horozon’ at first, before correcting it.

Horozon (o) = 111
Horizon (o) = 105

The horizon is where heaven and earth meet.


Got the following, in fairly quick succession:

Francis Kit
Thanks eternally


Had an interesting pair of dreams last night. In one I was told to watch for pater nostra, which means our Father (the Our Father prayer is called the Paternostrum). In the other, I was playing a golden trumpet in the open air. I was playing a series of triplets with a duplet interspersed (material existence in the midst of spiritual states?).


I completed a revised 9/11 page on Friday the 21st. This showed that 9/11 and the funeral of Pope John Paul II together represented the crucifixion, death, burial and ressurrection of Christ. The nested cubes open out to reveal two crosses surrounding cube 125. this represents the Pentagon (= 125), which is also sepresented by a rose! Therefore the events also represent, I discovered on Thursday evening, the Knight Rose Croix degree of Scottish rite freemasonry. This represents the death and resurrection of Christ and takes place on Maunday Thursday!

About a year ago I heard the words “Red, red rose” (= 111). Friday the 21st was the 111th day of the year. It was also 1937 days into the millenium.

Serpent Power + I Begin Now (s) = 1937


(Recorded 25/4/06)
Two nights ago I found a website devoted to the messages of Vassula Ryden. These are purportedly from Jesus and they predicted 9/11 exactly 10 years beforehand. They are also very profound.


(Recorded 25/4/06)
Last night, on the bus home, I saw the words ‘Cosmic Light’. These were shown as the headings on one of a series of buttons on a website (the one I clicked on). Later, I was given the URL for the AMORC website, which was a very good introduction to the Rosicrucians. This may or may not have been connected.


Three or four nights ago I had an interesting dream, where I was sitting at a desk in the Unico lab, facing west. David Eliot was sitting to my right and we were dividing the desk up between us. Behind us was a pile of slate, which collapsed (recalling an earlier dream where I was climbing up the chimney of a house, which then collapsed). This may also be related to dreams recounted in Dreams, a compilation of writings by Jung. Two nights ago I had two short dreams in succession, in which a blonde woman I used to work with (and disliked) and a man (the Soham murderer) featured. These obviously represented my anima and shadow.

Another dream showed a large, old, slightly rotten potato, beside much smaller, younger, healthier potatoes. This represented me and the young team at Bethany House, where I feel I don’t belong. A voice then said “I’m not going to throw it out.” I then split the large potato into two parts. This splitting was also a feature of another dream, about the same time (perhaps that night) where I was splitting into two parts.

At lunchtime today, I heard/saw:

“Paul recently converted a woman.” (= 325 = 13 x 25, 925 = 37 x 25))


“Eighteen and a half thousand.” (= 222)

The letters RC in ‘recently converted’ may be significant. Two days ago I heard “Right course.....4(for) middle.”


On the 12th I got my first significant new gematria for a while, as I was rewriting the New Testament 9/11 pages. For instance:

Christianity (s) = 1379
The Lord’s Second Advent (s) = 1379

Is it coincidence that this is 1992 days after the start of the millenium?

The Second Coming of the Lord Jesus Christ (s) = 1992

Some fascinating dreams recently. About a week ago I dreamed about being in Ireland (Mrs. Cavenna’s farm) when I found a ‘wild swan’. This was smaller than ‘cultivated swans’ and was white with a few black patches.

Wild Swan (o) = 105


Heard ‘Ship of fools’ this morning in a dream. This is an old allegory:

The ship of fools is an old allegory, which has long been used in Western culture in literature and paintings. With a sense of self-criticism it describes the world and us humans on it as a vessel whose deranged passengers neither know nor care where they are g









It is also a Christian humour magazine. Am I suppossed to send my new article The Signature of Christ there? I’ll wait until I hear more.


I had two fascinating visions this morning on the bus. In the first, I saw a circular orange centre surrounded by a purple halo. It was indistinct, but brightly-hued. I thought it might be related to the compound hexagram/diamond figure I am working on for my page about Jesus Christ. A minute or two later I saw a buddhist monk looking at me and smiling. He was youngish, handsome, had very short hair orange and purple robe!


The publisher Hidden Mysteries is interested in my book about the code! Today I saw the word ‘graduated’ and had a vision within a dream, of a card (the suite was clubs) with an intricate cross design and the numbers 32/38 (in a square pattern) and 1/3/2 in the same pattern. I was also told “You were sent here” (or words to that effect) and “for the information”.


After a long and eventful break, I am resuming the PSI file.

I received a fascinating but inexplicable piece of information this afternoon, unexplicable, that is, until early evening, when I started working out gematria values on my calculator. The words I ‘heard’ (in the hypnogogic state) were

‘Minced, but better than nothing’ (o) = 291

I first thought it might refer to an article I was offering to publishers today (The Signature Of Christ), or to some aspect of my spiritual state, but then I worked out the standard value of this phrase

The Big Bang (s) = 291

The initials TBB are also found reversed in the phrase, which has 26 letters. Could this be a communication from God? Wow! The cosmological implications are profound. I had previously worked out (re. vision of about two years ago)

Holy Catholic Church (o) = 192


Whilst dozing outside I found myself in conversation with someone. The dialogue went like this.

“You now know all of it.”

I answered, half as a question, half assertion,

“The deepest layer(s).”

The person replied,

“The deepest layer(s) of it.”

The gematria seems to imply that “it” was the New Bible Code.

You now know all of it (o) = 251
The deepest layer (o) = 168
The deepest layer of it (o) = 218

218 + 168 = 386
251 + 168 + 218 = 637

At first I thought I had replied in the singular, but later it occurred to me that the word may have been “layers” (the “hearing”wasn’t good and I was very tired, having just done 6 nightshifts. Recalculating gave a number that confirmed the identity of “it”.

You now know all of it (o) = 251
The deepest layer (o) = 187
The deepest layer of it (o) = 237

251 + 187 + 237 = 675

New Bible Code (s) = 675

30/4/07 is 2057 days after 9/11.
2057 = 11 x 11 x 17


I had a fascinating, thought-provoking dream yesterday. I was looking out an opening in the hedge at my father’s (Father’s?) garden (the east side). An old, wise, dark-haired woman was telling me that she had been looking after me ‘from birth, from birth!’. My guardian angel, or divine mother? What a tough time she must have had. I think I’ve dreamed of her before.

from birth, from birth (o) = 218 = The World Trade Centre (o) = death (s)

This is also the shell of cube 343.


Some fascinating, sometimes disturbing, communications recently.

A few nights ago I had a dream where I was entering a school (like Broxburn Academy) on the wall of which was written BLUE 6. Then I was told something like “Now you only have five tests to go. The fourth one you should complete instantly.” The 654 is a reference to the ‘Word’ (Word (s) = 654). Next day I had a brief vision of entering a building, whose white swing doors had opened for me.

Yesterday I was told “Turning point” (= 177).

Last night I had a disturbing dream about catching an annoying spider in the kitchen in the narrow glass mug. Immediately an egg appeared in the mug, as if the spider had it all the time but I couldn’t see it until it was in the mug (or I could only see it through the glass). The egg had a dark crack in it, like it had been penetrated from the outside, and the spider then escaped, swinging about in a slightly threatening, off-putting way, until it caught a fly. I’d like to kill that spider. I also had a brief vision later of a small man above me, trying to throttle me. They both represent something I have to shake off.

Tonight I was told (in an irritated voice) ‘The urgeon’s dead.” This refers to my email about the code, where I used the metaphor of a surgeon amputating two fingers to save the body.

The urgeon’s dead (o) = 146
The Universe (o) = 146
Life is a sentence (o) = 146


Yesterday, after reading some of Valis, by Philip K Dick, I was told ‘moral idiot’. I picked up the book and read chapter 8 of Valis, where Dick tells the story of Wagner’s Parsifal, the holy fool (moral idiot), who finds the holy grail. Moral idiot was also a reference to me, as the initials give 139 and I had an hour or so previously been going over my calculation of the number of days between my birth and the funeral of Pope John Paul II, the event that represented Christ’s resurrection, when I was told ‘I begin now’, a few months after being told ‘You carry the baby’s birthdate’. The number of days is 16680, or 139 x 120. So I am Parsifal, also Neo in the Matrix. The code is information inserted into this illusory realm from the pleroma and I was the one sent to find it.

Recently I saw ‘It’s Philip’. Could this be a message from Dick? Am I continuing his mission? The parallels between what he and I have been told, which is essentially gnostic, are incredible. More urgently, especially given that I am now convinced 9/11 was the work of the CIA, or the ‘parallel government’, is the code itself the real Second Coming? The Holy Spirit manipulated both this event and the Pope’s death to create the message I found. In the New Bible Code, both the NIV gematria and the 9/11 gematria use the same two-system (ordinal-to-standard value) encoding process. This must therefore be the key, as I have long suspected: the universal key for interpreting communications from the higher realms.


(Recorded 11/8/07). Walking up Leith Street on Monday morning after work I passed a man who I am sure was Keanu Reeves, the actor who played Neo in the Matrix! See above.


(Recorded 11/8/07). A few mornings ago I woke up after having perhaps my most astounding dream for several years. I had been travelling to work on a strange bus, with no windows except at the front, which were strange, slotted windows, showing little of the way ahead. I got off and argued with the bus conductor about the fare. He had charged me £6, or a little more (I wish I could remember how much) for a return, which anoyed me because I had asked for a single (we were travelling east, to a destination in the north of Edinburgh - this conforms well to Bethany House’s location, but the emphasis was on east and north, which have spiritual meaning). I then found myself back at Unico, in the fiactory, which looked as grimy as it did in real life. I went into the lab and told Frances Anderson (my anima?) that I just wasn’t interested any more. She answered that she knew, which made me feel bad, but I knew I couldn’t do anything about it. I then went into the lab and told off a female lab assistant who had had a spat with her partner and was making a fuss about it. This was unacceptable, so I told her that if whe said one more thing she was out. She smirked at me, but said nothing (she also had short teeth, which makes me think she was me, or a part of my psyche).

I then closed the door on the lab and entered my bedroom. Immediately a door at the other side of the room sprung open. I could see a toilet and a corridor. I chose not to go through, at which point the door closed again. I then regretted not having gone through, as it looked mysterious and interesting. At this point the door sprung open again and this time I went through. I turned left and looked down the hallway, which was lit by a cool light, like a bright, cloudy day, and was decorated with woody tones and what looked like oak panels. At the end of the hall was a man, who looked like the killer in American Psycho, although the mask also looked like an eye patch. I walked towards him and he immediately transformed into a male child (recalling the lucid dream I had in December 1998, where a witch at the top of a tower I climbed, turned out to be made of cardboard when I charged at it, then fell, revealing Morag MacDonald). The child was thin, wistful and almost transclucent, fragile, but infinitely intelligent, beautiful, but not quite human. I recognised him as the projector of my world, my soul, and instinctively felt loving and protective towards him. He seemed undernourished in some way, so I told him “I love you.” three times, which I thought would help. Then I turned and walked back through the hall to my bedroom. I closed the door and locked it (this seemd significant, as if it meant that the child was safe), before going to my own bed, then waking up.

Later, I was told “Dreams come true.” I wasn’t sure whether this was meant as a promise or a warning, given my propensity for negative thoughts. It could have been either given my thoughts and fantasies that morning.

It is difficult to convey the dazzling effect this dream had on me. I felt that it was hugely important and wanted to tell everyone about it. I also knew that nobody would understand, unless they, too, had met their soul. It seems, though, that we have a ‘projector’, who dreams our life. I’m not sure whether he belongs to me, or I belong to him. He reminded me of the divine child, often with red hair (I’m not sure if he had hair this time, though), that I’ve often dreamed about. For the rest of the morning I was very connected to the spiritual world and, as I sat outside half-dozing, had dozens of little visions, usually connected to what I was thinking about at the time. I have had this experience often. One’s thoughts are reflected back to one in picture form, revealing more about them, such as whether they are loving or fearful.


(Recorded 16/8/07). Two nights ago I had a very meaningful and worrying dream. I was in a lab and was asked to help formulate a solvent degreaser. The solvent was recycled (which must have been significant - recycled energy?) and the surfactant was SDBS (which was definitely a reference to me - see a previous entry). I was asked how much SDBS was needed and said “0.1%”, which was 350 ml, since the amount of solvent was 35 litres (I had trouble doing the arithmetic in the dream, and seemed to have only 250ml of SDBS). I then prepared the solution, mixing the SDBS in the solvent in a sink, which was quite irritating to my hand. But then I saw that the plug had been dislodged from the plughole and I had lost most of the degreaser. I woke up to hear the Blondie song Hanging On The Telephone in my head.

The meaning is obvious and distressing. But I still have some degreaser left and I can still get in contact with God.

The Creation Snowflake (s) = 1403 = 888 + 515


(Recorded 26/8/07). A few nights ago I had another hugely important dream. I was in a church, which actually looked like a small, indoor arena. In the centre, surrounded by rows of seats, was an oblong structure, on one side of which were placed catholic Christian icons. The other side (which I think may have been for children) was essentially blank and one or two infants were sitting at it. I went to the catholic side, where I saw three icons, two of which were a hologram of the Virgin Mary and a crucifix (I can’t rcall the third icon). Someone was draped over the crucifix, telling Jesus “I adore you”. A woman with dark hair then walked to the hologram of the Virgin and squeezed herself inside it.

This dream had many symbolic elements: the oblong structure was the world (as in Stuart Wilde’s vision), the two contrasting sides represented the protestant and catholic churches.The hologram of the Virgin being squeezed into may have represented the entering of the spirit into the body after leaving it (as in sleep, OBEs). This also seemed to imply that the spirit body is more real than the material one, the world being a holographic projection.


A voice spoke this morning:

I’m ashamed (of your) transfer. = 174 = Serpent Power

I’m ashamed = 73 = Second Coming (r)
transfer. = 101
I’m ashamed of your transfer. = 274

This must refer to my change of heart about 9/11, after reading David Ray Griffith’s book claiming that 9/11 was a false flag operation. I was going to alter my website; maybe I should leave it be.


(Recorded 26/9/07) On waking up, I saw the words NEVER AGAIN. The meaning and gematria of these words are obviously related to the concept of reincarnation:

Never again (o) = 96
William Newton Downie (r) = 96

NA = 141 = Reincarnation (o)

Never again (s) = 618
Reincarnation (s) = 618

Is this my final incarnation? I had also asked God what to do about the New Bible Code. The words above came a few hours later. Was the code my ‘final assignment’?

I’ve recently been reading Gary Renard’s Your Immortal Reality, which is his second book about visits from ascended masters. The point of the books is to help us to awaken from our dream of separation from God, so we don’t have to keep reincarnating. Renard’s books are introductions to A Course In Miracles, which I began rereading a few days ago. Recently I also saw WAKENED. This also conains my initials. A couple of days ago I saw I’M IN A GAME - DEAD REMEMBER. Karen also had a dream where she and Fiona were in a hospital, in bed 44. A man came, thinking the bed was assigned to him, but in fact he had bed 14 (DEAD (o) = 14).


About a week ago, on waking, I saw the words BEST BOOK, with a picture of a book with a black, starry cover. At first I thought it was encouragement to write a second book about the code, especially because the initials, BB, give 22. Now I think it’s advice to re-read Astral Projection, by John Magnus, which I began to read then gave up on a few months ago. His understanding of the spirit realms is certainly very close to mine.

(Recorded 29/11/07) I had a series of important and troubling dreams and, on awakening, visions. One in particular was very memorable. There was a tremendous storm brewing. Looking up at the sky I noticed that trees had been uprooted, each airborne tree half-hidden in a cloud. Then, on reaching my parent’s back garden, I saw one small tree hurtling down towards me. It struck me, piercing my right thigh and continuing through my stomach. I knew it was all over and waved sadly at two people standing in my father’s garden. The tree was more like a trunk, with only a few truncated branches.

Today, looking through the book The New Complete Book Of Tarot, by Juliet Sharman-Burke, I noticed with astonishment that the Ace of Wands card in her pack, which I’m sure I hadn’t noticed before (I’ve only had the book a couple of days), shows an arm extending from a cloud, holding a ‘wand’ very like the tree trunk that pierced me! All three elements - cloud, tree and arm (waving) - were in my dream. The meaning of the Ace of Wands is given below:

The image on this card shows a strong hand emerging from a cloud, offering a flaming wand [there are a few leaves on the wand, which looks like a thick branch or young tree-trunk]. The distance reveals a castle on a hill, which is a promise of what the future might bring. Wands correspond with fire, the element of creativity, energy and initiative and the Ace suggests positive new beginnings and ideas along such lines. The Aces all stand for energy in its purest form, so the fiery Ace of Wands represents pure creativity. This card could symbolise new understanding, a new business venture, new foundations and creative powers with plenty of potential and ambition to progress and succeed.

I should also mention that my past life dream/memory, recounted in March 2005, was of me being pierced through the right thigh with a spear.


(Recorded 26/12/07) Returning from the carol service just after midnight, I noticed that the odometer reading was 20391. This is astounding, given that it was Christmas day and that 20391 is one of the two numbers encoded in Genesis (as recorded on my webpage Genesis Genealogies). 20391 is also 971 x 21.


(Recorded 29/12/07) After reading some of Freke and Gandy’s The Gospel Of The Second Coming, a neo-gnostic tract, on Christmas day, I woke up to hear the following words being sung “You become myself”.

You become myself (o) = 184 = The Holy Spirit

This is confirmation of something I knew already, but which is repeated in the book, that there is no self other than the one consciousness that is present in all and of which we become aware again after the death of the body. The words were sung rather than spoken (by a male), the notes being CDEGD.















11 or 12/1/08

(Recorded 14/1/08) I heard the words “It’s still unsatisfactory”.

Unsatisfactory (o) = 191.
It’s still unsatisfactory (o) = 311

This must be about the code. What more do I have to do? The 311 suggests that I may have to weave in the terrorist attack on Madrid train station on 11/3/04. This requires much thought.

(Recorded 8/2/08) I think this may indeed have been a hint that the Madrid bombings are to be included in the site.

No. days from start of millenium to 3/11 = 1166

The Second Manifestation (s) = 1166 (= 11 x 106)

No. days from 9/11 to 3/11 = 912

The Lord Jesus (s) = 912
The Serpent (c) = 912

I’ll do a page on it.


I had a dream this morning about a jam jar, in the shape of a Marmite jar, which was in the kitchen cupboard. I did something like open the jar, whereupon the contents, a reddish jelly, plopped out. I was amazed to see that the contents had expanded to a volume vastly greater than the jar itself, but had retained their shape, sitting in the cupboard like a large, now pale pink, jelly, with some of the top scooped out. I then took the contents and placed them in the sink. On waking (I was on the couch) I immediately saw that the dream was about the soul, which is constricted within the body, but which, on death, expands. Other significant details were the scooped-out portion, the sink (cleansing of the soul?), the red/pink colour and the Marmite jar.

Marmite (o) = 79 = William (o).

Soon after I heard the words

“He’s not a home bloody glob either.”

I think this refers to my purported extraterrestrial origins. There may be many surprises in store for me after death. A day or two ago, while pondering the subject, I heard the word “surprise” (spoken by a female).

Surprise (o)= 125


A couple of days ago I got (amongst other recent communications)

The national labour of God (o) = 235


After reading the God Calling message for 14/2 I tried to make contact with Christ before I went to sleep today - I don’t recall precisely why. I them saw a picture of Him and heard Him say “Been there.”

Been there (o) = 26 + 36 = 62

I was initially dismayed, thinking I had blown my chances with Him. However, I later realised He might be saying that there was no need for me to go over old ground. I may already be born again.


I had an interesting dream, where I was part of a management team overseeing the construction of new plant in a factory (which was similar to the one at Unico) and where I was asked to take off my coat by Jim Davis (to which I quickly replied that he still had his own coat on). I was not wanted there by this team, who thought I hadn’t done my job properly (I realised this had recently been true, but I had what I thought were good reasons for disliking them). My staff included a very untrustworthy Morag MacDonald as my assistant.

After I woke up I had three verbal communications in the hypnagogic state, two of which I recall:

“A basin full ay water”

This was spoken in Scots (by a child’s voice), so it’s difficult to work out the spelling. It may be, however, that I’m not meant to work out the ordinal value, as would be usual, and I quickly realised it was holographic in design, showing

1) that I was filled with Spirit (often shown to me as a container filling with water)

2) heaven, earth and hell, or the three levels of Mind

“A basin full ay water”
“Aba sinfull aywater”
“Abba sinful yahweh”

3) possibly the gematria of 9/11 (see next one)

A basin full of water (o) = 185 = World Trade Centre

The second communication was

“The horror” = 125 = The Pentagon

Lots to ponder there, especially the true meaning of YaHWeH.


(Recorded 5/3/08) I had a dream last night where I came to the junction at Kelso street in Uphall, about to turn right. Then I saw two small cars, the first with a young, blonde man and a girl (he had a sort of pop star aura about him) and a middle-aged female, who looked like the woman I know who has a blind brother). They each, in turn, looked at me and made a circle with their forefinger. I nodded in understanding and turned left.

I spent a lot of time yesterday wondering what this dream meant, connecting it with my thoughts and reincarnation. However, the meaning became clear last night when a young woman bumped into me at a roundabout in Livingston. I was looking right and about to turn left.

I also got

“I want you to work again.” (= 262)

Also, “work again” = 99 = 9 x 11.

I take it this means I’ve to work on the code again.


I had some interesting, unusually vivid, dreams last night, the first one about a girl who resembled Fiona lying on my back as I slept on a couch. Then I dreamed I was a travel guide, or care worker, taking a group of people on a trip somewhere. I finished one trip, then began a second. I then had a dream where I was in a corridor next to a street, which I could see through a glass partition, moving forward in time to 2010 (I think Louise was there too). I found myself in Glasgow where young drunks were sitting on the street outside. Another dream involved me lying in bed with a white rabbit. However, this was replaced by two black rabbits, one biting the other (I think to chastise it for something). Then the room filled with mischevious black monkeys, one of whom was wearing female attire, another of whom began to light a kind of root with a cigarette. I took the cigarette out of the monkey’s mouth and put it in the toilet.
I metion these dreams in detail because of what happened afterwards, as I was waking up. I heard a female voice say

“Please let me in. I’m outside you now.” (= 364 = 91 x 4)

I was unsure about this and, as usual stalled by working out the gematria of the sentences. The meaning is now obvious and is reflected in the first dream, the entry for yesterday and the many open door dreams and visions I’ve recently had.

(Recorded 19/3/08) We went to see the flat in Uphall Louise (and it turns out, Nicky) wanted. The number is 121 Houston Gardens! She took it.

Noted recently that the number of days between my UFO sighting and the end of the 2nd millenium is 2929, or 29 x 101. The sighting, therefore, was a sign for me.

More open door visions recently, including one in St. Andrew’s and St. George’s, where the wall was transparent (the second such vision there). In one, I was walking up stairs in a building towards an open door. It was sunny outside. In another around the same time I was standing just outside a door when a figure I identified as Christ invited me in.

A voice today told me:

“I’m lightly pleased that you’ve made it.” = 366

Messiah (c) = 366

The phrase could have been slightly different, such as “I am” rather than “I’m”, but that’s the most likely phrasing. The pun “lightly” (for “rightly”) is a reference to God being the Light. Just before I had two visions that suggested I may indeed have “made it”. The first was filled with light and was of a man in a golf cart, smiling. The second was of someone like Mark Haldane, looking at me in a room. Mark is the Co-op’s 2nd trombone player, the “22”, brass band (22 again) and “co-op” reference fitting the ideas of the second coming and heaven.

Dreamed last night of going back to Unico, working with Claire-Louise. Our relationship seemed different. I’m also re-reading Your Immortal Reality and have had a week where I successfully learned several forgiveness lessons (eg, unfairly given parking ticket, Louise not staying with us, and Mavor & Co. keeping some of our deposit, etc).


After a couple of days promoting the New Bible Code on the Christianity and Religion forum, got

Alpha Babbage (o) = 58 = Second Coming (r)

William Babbage invented the first calculating machine, so this, in several ways (Alpha Omega, for instance), seems like encouragement.

Several nights ago I had a ‘big’ dream, where I had succeeded in passing a test to join a football team in Livingston. I was to take a second test, but then went into a library, where a young man worked. There were many different books in the library and a I looked at a few of them. The man then said to me that it was a good job the founder (of the library) didn’t give up so easily, or words like that. I took it as an admonition to work harder on promoting the code. Who was ‘the founder’? Jesus? Paul?

I’ve had some interesting, mostly positive, dreams lately. Last night I drreamed I was working in a lab again with George Gray. The mood was very positive. A couple of days ago, as I rested, I wondered what I should do about something (I forget what). I then had a hypnogogic vision of myself, hearing the words “the Second Coming”. The message is clear: I need to tell the world.

A few nights ago I got the following:

(he) ruins christmas books
enhanced residence
proof review
oh good
you won’t be allowed to go with this unless you can sh...


I’ve been reading a book about past life regression/future life progression, by Brian Weiss, which I bought at the start of the week. On Tuesday, just after I had read a large section, I heard:

“My name is Daniel.”

Then, a short while later, I heard:

“Cook. 5th Century.”

In the book, the century is often given without BC/AD. Was I someone named Daniel, who was a cook in the 5th Century AD (or BC)? Were they two different incarnations of me? Is Daniel a spirit trying to contact me? Of course my unconscious could have made them up, but given other experiences, such as my precognitive dreams/visions, I doubt it.

The morning I got the book I was reading it in Waterstone’s, tired after a week’s nightshift, when I heard:

“A revelation, maybe two revelations.”

This was after I had read the story of a patient of Dr. Weiss who regressed to an incarnation as an alien. This being had come to Earth 60000 years ago and had hidden information underground. It was another sign that I, too, am from somewhere else. I don’t yet know what the second revelation is - or it could be connected to the Second Coming.

I did a talk on the NBC to the Edinburgh Theosophical Society on the 15th, which went well and seemed to have been assisted. For instance, Karen went away for two days just before it, giving me time to properly work on the talk. The date (515) and other numerical signs plus my own calmness also seemed designed.


I’ve had some ominous dreams recently, the main thems being death and partings. Two nights ago I had two dreams of parting with dark-haired females, the second of whom was Karen. As I awakened, a male voice said “I have to go.” Last night’s dreams were particularly worrisome, though. First I dreamed I saw a man with long, blond curls, but whose entire face was blackened. Some people were standing with me and, after I said to them that this meant death, one of them told me that the man was me. Then I had a flying dream where I entered a block of flats to locate something or someone. Finally, I was in a church with Paul Oliver, who had some kind of senior relationship to me. I was helping him prepare for a memorial service, which included folding a white shirt on a table. I was given some words as I awakened and did the ordinal values of them, as usual (this was about 4.00am), but I forget what they were now.


I had some interesting messages today. The other day I got (regarding my negativity):

You’ve got to show that you’re stronger than it - if you cin be. = 660

Today, I got a quite angelic message:

Catholic tenants = 64

then, several seconds later

no = 29

These sum to 193


angels (s) = 193
Catholic = 71 = God (s)
tenants = 93 = angel (s)

Then, after I got up and had a snooze on the couch, a negative message, followed by some positive ones (I can’t recall them all):

All is withdrawn = 173 (or with, then withdrawn, giving 233)

This may relate to the message “I have to go” of a fe days ago. It was followed by a picture of a tray I held drooping as I put it in a fridge at BH.

After this I got

You’ll get paradise = 190

Then (I had been watching Superman earlier) I got this brightly lit word:

Superboy = 121 = Second Coming

Then, as I contemplated the hypnogogic state I was in:

Afterlife = 82 = the Lord


Last night a male voice told me something that may have critical import for the code:

about fifty years to the second coming = 382

After a troubled few days, excacerbated by my drinking, I was told:

serious rule breaker = 222

I had an amazing dream of being in charge of children and having a seven-foot crocodile, which I thought was too dangerous for them. so I ‘rejected’ it. Then a large cat-like creature, with astounding jumping ability bounded onto me from a distance. It seemed friendly so I ‘accepted’ it. It had two blue markings on its face.

A couple of nights previously on waking during the night I was told

half-point God = 127 (1/2 point God = 50)


half wit = 79 (1/2 wit = 26)

I then saw the grainy patterns I’ve occasionally seen in the past. These move and rotate and seem to have intelligence. They seem to be composed of round cells.


Lots of things happened, most of which I’ve forgotten.

Watchng reruns of Frazier. His room number is 1901 and in the last few episodes he dates a woman whose room number is 1510. That’s intriguing enough, but one night, thiking about it, I heard:

‘There’s a difference’ = 151

So I subtracted them

1901 - 1510 = 391


Ominous dream of leaving a large cathedral/industrial complex afew nights ago. I was the last to go and there was a momentous feeling of finally getting out before something happened.

Had another amazing dream about seeing small, active, seemingly-intelligent, lizard-like creatures and flying insects, all irridescent and less solid than ordianry matter. It seemed to be around Houston House. Fairies?

A month ago I heard

Five, not four. I had wondered what this meant but a few nights ago I got it.

Five, not four = 151
Fifth dimension = 151


I had an amazingly clear dream last night of being a newly-ordained ‘priest’. I was bedecked in new red-and-white vestments and had to administer blessings to a quarter of the huge congregation at some ceremony. The Cavanagh sisters were there and I saw Maura looking at me in a very envious fashion. I also knew that, despite being a priest, I was not really a Roman Catholic. Before the ceremony began I was frantically trying to find a Latin version of the blessing, but had to eventually content myself with saying it in English. I had to carry a huge silver cup, in which was holy water and with which I had to bless people, which I began to do.

When I woke up the name Richard was on my mind, so I worked out the ordinal value, which is 61. I then wondered if God/my subconscious could quickly come up with a name with an ov of 60, thus making 121. I immediately got the name Raymond, This has an ov of 90, making 151 (Jesus Christ/Holy Spirit) instead of 121 (Second Coming). When I enquired why, I was told something like “Because you never have second thoughts! This was said in an exasperated tone.

Quite a lot has happened over the last month or so.

About a week ago Karen had a fascinating dream. I brought home a woman from Bethany House. She was blonde, willowy, genteel and had red lips. She sat in our living room, eating square brown rolls and drinking coffee. She also asked Karen if she had a book by Paulo Coello (the Alchemist? The Witch of Portobello? Portobello is close to Leith). The Paul connection may be significant.

About the same time a voice said to me “You’re Paul.” (= 134).

On Wednesday the 3rd, whilst cat-napping, I saw, over a kind of doorway:

Free Bang (= 58 = Second Coming (r))

A little later I got something else, which I forget now, but which seemed to be a precognition of a phone call from Jenny Malcolm, cancelling the party for the two Davids who had just left Bethany House.


Three nights ago I had a dream about Paul Oliver coming out to West Lothian with me on a bus to see Broxburn.

Two nights ago I dreamed that Paul was a cockroach-type insect in what looked like some branches outside my front door. One branch was hollow and I was trying to get him to crawl out of it (or something like that) and to change into a man. This is very similar to my own awakening dreams of ten years ago. Could Paul’s awakening be imminent? Or is it me again (see entry for 7/9/08)?

I also dreamed about various sexual perversions and ‘overheard’ a woman (who was a witch) say to another that this was how Christianity was to be defeated. In a later dream a huge witch tried to enter my house (not my current house) and I expelled her.

Yesterday I was beginning to fall asleep listening to music and daydreaming about Unico, when I felt someone blowing twice on my left cheek. I opened my eyes but no-one was there. The time was 3:50pm. This is similar to an experience I had several years ago, when, as I was catnapping in the canteen at Unico, I felt someone tapping my leg (which saved me from being late for a meeting). I’ve recently been reading in Seth Speaks that spirits usually can’t affect material reality, which implies that under some conditions they might be able to do so.

Last night I dreamed that various people I knew from the Brass Band movement were in and in front of my house. This was a new house I’d bought in Grangemouth at the docks (G-D?). The grass was overgrown. Is this a warning not to get involved with the movement again, or a bowing to the inevitable? I hope not. I’m not going back to that lot again.


The last few nights have seen interesting and occasionally disturbing dreams, including, the following:

I dream of a see-through elevator I descend to the ground floor, stepping off into a town or city (Edinburgh?) where there has been some snow. I am warned about slipping on ice and do so.

I dream of a sadistic woman whipping zebras (one of whom is headless), who are lying prone, terrified and in agony. She is laughing horribly.

I dream of biting a naked woman I once worked with 12 years ago and almost violating another woman who worked in the factory at the same time. She has a baby and is worried it isn’t breathing. I check but it is breathing.

I dream that Brian Mitchell is part of a ‘band’ (who all stand) and starts off a performance by playing one note (almost fluffing it but getting a solid note eventually) on a french horn (a reference to Michael Doherty telling Steven at bethany I played the french horn) to start a performance. I was wondering why he was in such a good band. I think this may be about me and the New Bible Code. (2/11/08) Wrong! It was a precognition of my performance at the National Finals, which started with a fluff, from which I recoverd well.

I dream of changing into a woman.

I dream of having a young son who has an elfin-shaped head and who swears. I blow a white, flaking layer (like dried Snowpake) from a teak cabinet (possibly a TV cabinet).

I don’t like the way some of these dreams are pointing and have decided to stop reading Seth Speaks for a while. Interestingly, for that reason I picked up my NIV Bible today and a calculator and then got the feeling I was going to find a piece of code. I did!

OV odd words in NIV’s first 24 words = 654 = Word (s)
OV even words in NIV’s first 24 words = 515 = Jesus (s)

This is further confirmation that the signatures of Christ are genuine and perhaps a sign (along with the dreams) that I have to start taking Christianity more seriously.


A lot has happened recently.

I had an important dream last night. I was looking at a stretch of icy water with a mass of ice in the middle which represented the north pole. This was freezing more quickly than usual but then suddenly the huge mass of ice gave way and headed towards the land on which I was standing. I (along with others) ran, but was caught up by the ensuing cataclysm. I was engulfed by debris but seemed to escape being hit by any of it. The I was looking at a gravestone. It was mine and was second from the left in a square bracket-shaped line of tombstones. It was also one of two that were mine. It had the words MUM SCRUM on it.

MUM SCRUM = 121 = Second Coming

MUM = 47
SCRUM = 74
MS refers to Second Manifestation
35 = Bill

There is also the possible allusion to MUM’S CRUMB (= 123) which makes spiritual sense.


A few nights ago I dreamed I was moving into a house in Livingston. It was 505 ft above sea level. Next door were Hindus. There were a lot of people moving around. I also spilled some raw egg, which seemed significant. As I was awakening from this dream I heard the words

“There is no way, not on the level that these people are going.”

I couldn’t be bothered working out the gematria in my head, but then a voice said:

“I want you to work it out.”

So I woke up and did so.

last night I had three significant dreams.

In one I was one of three people doing a test who had made a special category of pass. I got 31 points (full points, I think) and did the test in 5 mins. Paul Oliver did his in 7 mins. This was obviously based on the Food Hygiene course I recently did.

I another, I was one of two people who passed a special maths test. First was someone called Steven McLaughlin (or something like that). I was also mentiond for doing “not bad”. Curly Main was the teacher. he was facing away from me (I was at the front of the class) scrawling something about IQ tests on a blackboard.

In the last test I was making something for my Uncle Robert (who had a new business), when the scene changed into the lab at Unico. Two office girls walked in and I ignored them, but them Margaret Paul walked in and I began talking to her. As we were chatting, Alistair Cochrane walked in and began talking over us and starting two experiments. I was making a kind of custard. I then noticed words on one of his experiments, which said


I then tried to taste my custard, but accidentally ingested some of Alistair’s preparation, which contained a yellow dye.

I’m being urged to start work again on the code, something I had prayed over yesterday.


I’ve had a lot of disturbing dreams, lately, especially one about me having slashed some people then trying to clean the knife to remove any traces of blood. I had been temporarily insane when I did it, but was still responsible and felt I would have to make it up to those I had harmed.

Another dream had a familiar theme to it. There was an elephant trying to get into the house by leaning on the window. I ran with someone else to get two clothes poles to shoo away the elephant. However, as we were returning with the poles the dream then metamorphised into a scene where a tiny baby elephant (about the size of a small dog) was running wild round the corners of a square room. It was grey in colour. I let it do this for a while, as I knew it had to get it out of its system, then told it something (about its mother, I think) that immediately made it feel guilty. It then went to its ‘mother’ (a human female) and curled up at her feet. This is very like a series of dreams I had about eight or nine years ago, about horses running wild. My state of mind (agitated, obsessive) was probably very similar.


Some recent communications:

“Some other connection.” = 230

“Have you thought about your own nasty s...?” = 484 = 11 x 11 x 4

This is interesting and a little disturbing. (19/11/08) The number plate of the car we bought Fiona is R484 FFS.

“Danger: read the head lines.” 187 = 11 x 17

This might be a warning to take more notice of my frequent visual communications, as just received, any of which I don’t bother to record. Given the problems we had with Fiona today, my current fall-out with Paul Oliver and my feeling that I have to get to work on the code again, I will have to pay more attention to them.


Some dreams over the last two days:

I dreamed the Queen died (at a particular conjunction of dates, which I can’t recall) and Prince Charles immediately became king. A huge crowd supplicated themselves before him, but he didn’t seem to be mature enough for the role. The Queen was a smoker and very concerned about something before she died.

I dreamed my father was sitting behind the Hi-Fi in our livingroom and asking me to come to him: there was a vacant two-seater beside the Hi-Fi. I said “No way” and backed off. This has an obvious interpretation and was partly formed from my memory of Andrew telling me last night that George Garson was ‘camped out’ in a corner of his house.

I dreamed I was driving a red car somewhere and my brown rat somehow escaped with a replica of the car which it created out of nothing and went through a traffic jam to what seemed like a homestead (mine?). It had a mate which was being held down by a larger black creature with yellow eyes (like the creatures on the cover of A Trick of the Tale). I lifted the creature from it but couldn’t decide whether it was good or evil. I threw it away anyway. My rat was making a square nest in the grass beside the female, near the border between the homestead and another. I then looked around the homestead and saw a white dog chained and being held between protective boards. A man entered through a gate with another dog. I think I wanted the rat to come back with me. A male voice then said I was an Olympian who couldn’t go back to Olympia. Previous to this I had been visiting a hell-like area, where creatures were living in awful conditions within large dumpsters (after In Heaven As On Earth).

I dreamed my ‘garage’ or ‘hut’ was badly in need of cleaning. I had hamsters and similar cratures who were living amongst flies and general squallor. One was barely alive and had lost an eye after an attack by two smaller rodents, which I removed from it. As a coda to this dream I had a vision of orange, black-headed insects I seemed to have created out of my anger at a recent child murder. Do our thoughts create spirit beings?

I dreamed I let go an orange wine gum, which fell. About an hour later I was cleaning out the goldfish bowl when I let the goldfish fall into the sink.


A week ago I had a ‘big’ dream about being in my kitchen on June the 19th, at 3:00AM. I was trying to switch off a complicated Hi-Fi, without success, when I noticed a huge storm cloud outside. I looked out and saw it, but it didn’t look as bad as I first thought, so I came back inside. Then I saw a huge crystal skull floating through the air. I looked outside again and this time saw an enormous fleet of what looked like spaceships, silently approaching. There were hundreds of vessels, some of which looked like ocean-going ships, but which floated silently across the sky. Others were black and angular. There was a feeling that some momentous event was about to happen. I was awestruck by this dream next day.

The date June 19th suggests 619

William (s) = 619

At Viewforth Parish Church last Sunday, whilst monitoring the sleepspace, I saw several spirits with my third eye (my eyes were shut). All were male and the first had his mouth sewn shut. There was a line of them waiting to see me and the first in line rushed up to peer at me, which I found so disconcerting I opened my eyes.

Yesterday I put my new page Christ’s Snowflakes. We had a cold, snowy spell as I was preparing it. It was also 18018 days after my birth.

The second page of Christ’s Snowflakes was completed on the 18th and uploaded to the site. The weather is mild, although the US is experiencing very wintry conditions.

Today I heard

‘Fun and games for double sud-soap.’ = 298 = 149 x 2

105 is also encoded there.

This morning, on awakening, I heard.

‘The kingdom of the soul.’ = 194 = 151 + 43

A few days ago I got

‘(Wow) Imagine everybody on earth having a single soul’ = 455 (516)


A couple of days ago I got some further information.

Utilised entity (= 192)

This seems like it’s the end of the road for me, but I also got told to continue with ‘the work’. I’ll keep going.

Last night I had a dream of finding the grail cup, below some buried bones in my father’s back garden. Steven Collins was there (SC) and before this we had been ‘caught’ burying them, which initially seemd like a crime. However, it eventually felt like a triumph. This must be a rerun of my ‘sniffer dog’ dream of a few years back.

There were two cups, but the grail cup was white, with blue markings, resembling a dream I had recently, about a white/blue bath. The cup/bath also represent the feminine principle, according to a book on dreams I read today.


A day after the previous entry I went to my parent’s house with Karen and Fiona. I asked if there was anything to take down and Karen said there was a serving dish in the cupboard where the drinks are kept. This was oval shaped, ribbed and was white, with blue flowers. The grail cup in the dream was circular and deeper, but every other detail was the same, including the fact that it was associated with my father’s house (a reference to the Father’s Abode).

Last night I dreamed that Fiona was telling me that Ashleigh Bidwell and Amy Gold (AA) had been ‘sacked’ (from school?) for drug-related offences. We were standing beneath the two trees outside my father’s front garden. This is ominous.

Just before that I had been eating nuts outside the Innes’ house, but many of them had turned black in my pocket and I couldn’t eat them. I managed to find a few big nuts at the bottom of the pack that were unspoiled. Another ominous dream.

Previous to that I had been in an Italian delicatessen, looking at the goods for sale, when I knocked a potted plant down (it was on a lower step, which seemed to be coated in something like slush or glue - it then fell down into a lower room). The owner of the shop then came over and uprighted the plant, which was undamaged. The pot was uncracked. Perhaps I am too, then.

When I woke up I heard an inner voice ask me the lessons I had learned from life. I tried to whisper a few in my head and noticed that two of them were spoken by the voice along with me, as if to emphasise them. They were: ‘Don’t drink.’ and ‘Don’t be jealous of other people.’ Food for thought. It also reminds me of the voice that spoke to the concentration camp prisoner in Man’s Search For Meaning.


I completed a major update of the Creation Snowflake psge yesterday. It was snowing at Tinto hill, where we picnicked (it was sleet in Uphall). I managed to upload most of it last night, but there are still a few illustrations to upload, which I will do today. I also made a few last-minute tweaks to the page. Today it is snowing in Uphall.


Received the following, the other day:

Doctor Who (= 121 = 11 x 11)
Soul Searcher (= 144 = 12 x 12)

This refers to me (DW). Once again it is a reference to extraterrestrial or extradimensional origins.

I had a dream about my band uniform being on fire, with emphasis on the white shirt and belt. Elspeth had a dream two Saturdays ago (this is Sunday) about Big Ben being on fire. She had a house next to it but managed to move. I think this was a reference to me and my inability to deal with my inner rage. I felt as if I was burning up all that week.

I dreamed last night of an underdeveloped boy (who used to live next door at Cardross Avenue) who was mine and beside whom who I sat on a settee, with my father beyond him (this is a reference to my divine child being the interface between me and God) and who had a hairy hand or foot. The hairs were brown and dull. This is a reference to Jacob and Essau and to my own ego-inspired negative thoughts.

This morning I remembered the secret of life: When you are feeling bad go into your mind, stop whatever thoughts and feelings you are absorbed in, then simply decide to reverse the flow of negativity and be positive. When you do this God is flowing through you. If you allow yourself to wallow in anger, worries, etc, you are blocking God out. By this afternoon I had forgotten it because of Karen’s negativity and my ego-inspired thoughts tripping me up, but I’ll keep trying this time.


Remembered this from a few days ago: ( = 255)

I saw a vision of a corridor at the time. Initially I thought it was a reference to a book I was reading on OBEs. But now I realise it is a reference to the New Bible Code. NEM/NEW).

Last night in Granton United I heard

‘I’m Jackie’

I think this was a ghost communicating with me. At Viewforth a few weeks ago I had a whole string of them lining up to see me (see 7/12/08).

Today, on awakening, I heard/saw Elspeth say

‘heavy snow tonight’



This totals 331, the 11th hexagonal number! Recently noticed that the standard values of ‘heaven’ and Zion’ are hexagonal numbers too.

(5/2/09) I think the words above were a reference to an extended phone call I had from Paul last night. He was in Inverness, where it was snowing heavily. The words ‘I’m Jackie’ may not have been a ghost after all, but a reference to a black volunteer at Destiny, who introduced herself as Jackie. (15/2/09) On the evening of Sunday the 8th we did in fact get heavy prolonged snowfall.


I had forgotten to write down that a couple of weeks ago I heard

“Rabbi Weissmandel” (= 156)

This suggests to me that my work on the code, like Weissmandel’s own discovery of the Torah codes, will not be appreciated for a long time to come. Perhaps that is why I heard a voice say “About fifty years to the second coming.” Weismandel’s work took about fifty years to reach fruition.

Two nights ago I had a dream about working in the Unico lab, where I kept throwing soap down a shaft where the sink should have been, and wondering how often I was going to do this. I then dreamt that I was standing with Anne, Walter and Diane. I had a small piece of a red jelly-like substance on my head. This recalls a dream I had about eight years ago precognising the pregnancy of Karen’s friend Heather. This seemed like something I was going to do in the future (perhaps in another incarnation?).


On waking this morning I was instructed to look at the date of my eighteenth birthday. This was 8/8/77, which gives 8877 = 11 x 807, or 33 x 269. Also 88 (Immanuel (o)) and 77 (Christ (o)). This also refers to Exodus 27/38. The number of days from my birth to my 18th birthday was 6575, or 263 x 25! 263 is of course the standard value of ‘Messiah’.

Recently, I got

Will you help me? (= 176)

This was from the Divine Mercy booklet I got Louise. Then I saw Christ as Captain Kirk (the captain of the Kirk!), scowling in the direction of the McCourts. I think he was displeased that I got into the situation I’m in at the moment. Two days before the incident I got

The time of trial

Recently I found out that, contrary to what the police had told me, I will have to attend court.

Several days ago I got the following worrying message

The jail of repentance

which doesn’t auger well.

About last Monday I got

What a pity

which refers to my decision not to be friends with Alison any more.

A few days ago I got

You’re a great fellow, but I love you now.

which is a cryptic message from God. I was recently told that ‘the centre is closing’, which suggests that I had a time of grace that is ending. I hope not.


Something significant happened just now. Louise just gave me two packs of free low-energy light bulbs - four bulbs in all. This is a reminder of the four bulbs the little man asked me to get for him. Two significant things here. Firstly, this is Good Friday, when Jesus was crucified. Secondly, each pack contained two bulbs, one 9W the other 11W, implying 9/11! The two bulbs/packs also imply the Second Coming. (20/4/09) This is also ten years since my original experiences with light bulbs.

After weeks of wondering what to do about the fact that I was unable to upload pages to Geocities, I finally changed hosts two days ago (although Michael Dawson has still to point the domain name to the new host). Today I really got to work on my website for the first time in a while, after several urges from the spirit planes. and I’m incorporating major changes I’ve been thinking about for a while, mainly

a) dropping the 4th system of gematria,
b) dropping His Love and Irrational Encryptions
c) restricting the 9/11 supplimentary information to encodings of 11.

I also decided today to get Elspeth and Marzena The Road Less Travelled. I also started meditating in earnest again, incorporating a theta rythmn (re. Stuart Wilde) and improving my diet.

This is a very good sign!

Recently was told (along with something else I’ve forgotten):

‘Open carefully’

I think this refers to my theta meditations, which I’ve been doing fairly regularly. I was doing one when the words came. It could refer to the dangers of opening to the spiritual realms too quickly, or perhaps it refers to the code (oc).

I got a lot of information as I was going to sleep this afternoon. All I recall is

Bloody Sunday (= 157)

which could have been

Bloody Sonday (= 151)

This must refer to 9/11.

Just beforehand I got

Feel something (= 138, something = 110)

The initials imply 619, the standard value of ‘William’, so this must be some message for me, again related to the code.


A few things to jot down.

Just saw a vision of a square patch of budding yellow flowers on the lower right-hand side of my back lawn. Then I heard the word ‘stroke’ (= 88) twice. This could be ominous. (9/5/09) This was a premonition of Karen’s Uncle Bill’s death 24 hrs later. He died of a stroke.

Dreamed of standing at the bus stop where I stopped this morning to let Louise go to the newspaper shop. There is no bus stop there. In the dream I had just passed Angela, who was walking in the opposite direction on the edge of a group of people. We ignored each other. She stopped outside the Goschen Lounge, while I waited on the bus. I was a few minutes late and thought I might have missed it (a theme I’ve encountered before). Mind you, I thought I’d missed a bus by a few minutes two Fridays ago but hadn’t. This dream followed another about eating something that turned out to have dried worms or something mixed in at the bottom. I spat out the worms. Crossing into the next dream the worms turned into maggots and insects, which were in my wallet. I got them out of it as I was in the shop.

Recently gave The Messengers to Stephen Collins, who I had a dream about a few months ago (see above) and who is an advanced or angelic soul, judging by his dreams of saving souls with an ‘SAS’ (= 39) on his T-shirt. He had awakened at 4:44AM and knew it was significant. I gave him the book on the 4th and had a ‘4’ experience that day.

I asked about the code a couple of days ago. I was told ‘Keep goin’, keep goin’’ (= 164). I’m working on the page ‘The Crucifixion (= 164) at the moment.

I was also told

‘Ross, he doesn’t like the band.’ (= 252)

I’m not sure what this means. (25/5/09) Stephen Collins thinks it might be a reference to his brother-in-law.


(huge) thoughtform, eek (with picture of road between RC church and NH)

Then told that an explanation would be given, if I would be quiet (too much mental activity)

Bill. it’s not the channel (as I was thinking about Kris Krepciek’s vision)
They’re all here
Next Chance (with picture of door closing)


Had a ‘big’ dream on the 19th about Karen and I going on holiday to Wales. The whole of the UK was about a mile in diameter. We lost our luggage 9I think) and ended up going further north to the Lake District. This was at a lower level than the plateau we had been walking on. We were accompanied by Robert Michum (re. Irish film I recently watched, where he played the part of a faithful schoolmaster). Wlking behind him was someone called Willie, who was insane (Willie Easton from BH?). He pushed my luggage over a steep slope into a cove, where there was a village called (I think) Whitby. I went down there alone to retrieve it. The atmosphere in this dream was numinous and I was somewhat awestruck for days.

I think this was confirmation of the ACIM theology! (re. Christine Berwick’s dream).

This morning, as I was waking up, I prayed to Jesus (using the Catholic ‘sacred heart’ image) to stop unpleasant thoughts arising. I immediately saw a kind of heraldic badge, accompanied by the words ‘Official rock’ (= 108).


Saw the following words today, in the goldfish bowl

Disastrous week ahead (= 208)

I am praying for this one not to happen - we’ve been through a lot recently. (3/6/09) It was a difficult week.


After finding the connection between 9/11 and the Day of Atonement on the 29th/30th, I had the following vision on the morning of the 31st (I think):

A young woman who looked like Anne Swarbrick (initials AS = 119) appeared (I saw her ‘forming’) and sang (like Susan Boyle)

“Your search is over” = 221 = 13 x 17

The notes she sang were (assuming key of C) CFCGA. This I think means that I’ve found (possibly) the last important link between 9/11 and biblical practices/events. (25/9/09) I realised recently that that gematria of 221 is probably a reference to the last verse in the Bible, Rev. 22:21, which is further confirmation that the vision was telling me I’ve found the last major part of the code (I’m sure, however, that there are lots of little encodings still to discover within the NIV).

Previously I had heard/seen

“A long way to go.” = 155

This might mean I have a long way to go as a Christian (Christianity (o) = 155)

After some dark visions recently, I began to get the familiar open door visions once more.

Last night I dreamed I was either principal cornet or principal euphonium with a band. Another band was opposite - or it could have been the cornet section of my own band. The principal cornet player was Jewish and seemed to be Theodore Dalrymple (who is half Jewish). He was the star player and personality in the band. Alex Melville was sitting 2nd man down.


Prayed today that the code would get a new impetus and that I would find someone who could help me with it, and perhaps continue the work after I’m gone. I was out walking at the time, something I haven’t done for a while, partly because I’m so tired all the time just now. Later in the walk I thought of a title for the second code book I’ve been thinking of writing: The Secret Code. I also had an idea for the introduction, to put at rest the minds of those who think my spiritual experiences were fictional. It goes something like this:

The experiences I write of herein are true. There are no exaggerations, no lies, no partly fictional accounts, no messing with dates, no interpolations, no interpretations or anything else other than the exact truth of what happened to me, recounted as accurately as I know how. My memory isn’t perfect, but it has been helped by the fact that I took extensive notes of each experience, usually soon after it happened. I haven’t written this book for money or because I think my life is important. I wrote it because I wanted to preserve the information I was given - which I believe is important - for future generations. I also wrote it because I’ve never been very good at keeping secrets. And what a secret I have to tell.

A few other things to jot down.

I saw a vision of a used penny with the date 2012 on it. A couple of days later in St. Andrews, I saw a book 2012, by Daniel Pinchbeck and bought it after recalling the vision. I think it may have something to say to me (10/7/09) it certainly did: many of the ideas Pinchbeck discusses resonate with my own, particularly the idea of the SC as a transition to a new level of consciousness). In another dream I was walking along the old farm road that crosses the Brox Burn when two women passed, commenting on the book I had with me, which was the Interior Castle, by St. Theresa of Avila. Pinchbeck met two ‘priestesses’, one of whom was brought up as a Catholic and nurtured on St. Theresa’s writings.

After praying for the holy Spirit a few days ago I felt I had opened a channel and got the words ‘Your Astonishing Function’ and something like ‘Ma’ ma’.

I also got ‘The kingdom of heaven is like a lampstand’. This is not in the Bible but is beautiful nonetheless.


Woke up after a beautiful dream where I was in bEd with a woman, then heard myself say, at the end of a dialogue

“Therefore, it is God’s will that I go free.” (= 407)

This had the resonant quality I’ve noticed before, where God speaks along with me. Wondering what it meant, I heard something like

“He meant the bankrupt.” Apart from the last two words it wasn’t exactly that, but the ov was 216.


Heard, in an Ulster accent, ‘I’m warning you, Bill’ =(204). This was just on waking up, after a dream I had where I was at the west side of the shops at Goschen, with Veronica Cavanah. I think we were cooking something, or talking about food.

A few weeks go I heard “God would be delighted to accept one.” (= 299).

My father died on 4/8/09. This was accompanied by visions and dreams. A day before he died, while I was sitting by his hospital bed, I had an awful vision of him lying in a shroud, in a state of terrible anguish. The morning of the funeral (8/8) I had a vision of him halfway down the stairs at his house (i.e. halfway between heaven and earth), wearing a brown, ill-fitting suit and holding an umbrella. He was as he had been just before death, but a little happier. A few days later mum and I were talking to one of the Sayers. he had two dogs, one a golden labrador with an umbrella in its mouth. (8/9/09) I think the umbrella may have been a reference to the exceptional quantity of rain that has fallen in the last month - so it was a weather prediction and perhaps confirmation that my father is alive and well in the afterlife.


Dreamed I was standing in front of a console with screens showing weather charts and other hi-tech equipment. I was shown the weather over the next year (I distinctly saw the year 2010 displayed). It ran forward a year or so then clicked back to what I think was the present and ran forward again. The weather for December 2009 (or possibly 2010) is to be very cold, with average temperatures around 0 degrees Celcius.


I’ve had a lot of inteersting dreams and visions, recently, although I’ve had little incentive to jot them down. Recently, I got

So close (= 88)

which is probably a reference to my working out of the code (or perhaps of the closeness of some new phase of the Second Coming event). The impression I got was that it was Christ communicating with me, which is confirmed by the gematria. I also got an interesting bit of information about PO (‘He’s very homosexual’), which confirmed what MS said and what I was beginning to suspect. I also got encouragement to continue with the code (‘Neoprose’) after I’d asked if it was worth continuing, something that’s been on my mind recently, especially after being turned down for the Care Shelter manager position - the two seemed to be connected.


Got the following this morning:

This is the end of mountain. (= 268)

The phrase ‘end of mountain’ has an ov of 151, therefore the phrase might also read ‘this is the Holy Spirit’. It also has connotations of the ‘top of the mountain’ or ‘end of the road’.

The night before last I had a significant dream about being given two white feathers by an admiring animal (at my father’s house, also significant). These seemed to have been ripped from a bird as they still had some of the bird’s flesh on them. I also dreamed of a large, grey tiger that seemed to belong to me but which was dangerous. It scratched Fiona so I motioned for it to leave through an open window (this was in my old bedroom in my father;s house). It left.


I’m reading some more Jung just now and had a fascinating ‘Jungian’ dream last night.

I am in my father’s garden, looking at the lawn towards George Muir’s house. I think of AW then a large part of the lawn becomes concreted over, with a tunnel appearing, which heads diagonally towards George’s house. I crawl into the tunnel and see that it is overgrown with grass. I then crawl to the end of the tunnel and snip the grass outside the tunnel, which is on a vertical part that faces south. I then look at the grass in the tunnel and see that it has several toadstools (large white and small purple) that are embedded into it. They aren’t ready to be removed. Then I am outside the tunnel and hear a man say the words.

High Dive (= 72)
Personal Quarter (= 200)

These have obvious spiritual and jungian connotations, but they also sum to 272 (= Jesus Christ + Second Coming).

I understand nearly all of the dream, except AW (whom I’ve been thinking about lately as I was a bit harsh with her) and the diagonal slant of the tunnel.

I recently was warned about something bad coming up by a text I could only read half of. Sure enough, last night I almost got into a fight with a beggar.


Forgot to put down a dream I had about a fortnight ago, where I had made my ‘baby’ cry (we were sitting at the bottom of our stars, with the baby on about the third step and me a little lower, which was significant). I felt sorry for it and gave it half of the two bits of chocolate I had, which cheered it up. Then I heard a voice say “Compassion makes you better.’’ I think that there was also a double entendre in that the word ‘better’ could mean morally or psychologically better.

I’ve just finished revising my page Irrational Encryptions. Near the start of the revision process, which was about a week or so ago, I went to Scotmid and found myself behind a car at the traffic lights which had the unusual number plate 7674 (I can’t recall the letters). This is the number of units in the denominator of the calculation for alpha - a nice synchronicity.


Had a recent dream about being a wolf with blue tinges in its fur. It was accompanied by another wolf with red tinges.

In another dream I got the following:

Above all, rest (= 132)


I’ve made some important discoveries in the code, recently, particularly this amazing find:

the number of verses in the NIV = 31086 = 11 x 2826

Th Second Coming Of Our Lord Jesus Christ (c) = 2826

The 31 (El) and 86 (Elohim) are also important, as is the fact that they can form 3168 (Lord Jesus Christ in Greek).

I discoverd this on 6/11/09, 3232 days into the new millenium. I think it was also connected with my decision to have a 25th anniversary party. I’ve been checking the number of verses in the NIV all weekend and saw today on Google that ‘Google’ has been written 600813 (the 3 was inverted). Amazingly, these are the very same digits as 31086! This seems to be a confirmation for me.

I dreamed last night of finding a dead bat that had been associated with me in some way. I was in the labs in ICI and was told to put it in the bin. I did so. This seems like a good sign.

Yesterday I got:

The muggle’ll still be mine = 242 = 11 x 11 x 2

This seems like a message from the devil, as if the Second Coming is separating those who are spiritual from those who are not and he will still have the ‘muggles’. Strangely, I found it uplifting, as if I had won some kind of battle.

After snoozing this afternoon I got:

Waking Day = 95

Also, on the news is a story about the new World HW boxing champion, David Hall, who beat a 7’ 2’’ Russion - the story is about David beating Goliath, another narrative I very recently connected with 9/11 (the chapter and verse gives 1749).


About a week ago I got

One fallen angel = 123

I recently came across the Angelfalls website of Del Washburn, who is the discoverer of Theomatics. He believes that we are all fallen angels (as does Stuart Wilde, I just read in The Art Of Redemption), so I think this might have been a sign that I should look more closely at Washburn’s work.

Yesterday I got a vision of a man with a dagger sticking into his mouth, then heard

‘having felt, in full shape, his pain’ = 303


I am getting so much information at the moment I haven’t the time to write it all down. Perhaps I need to carry a notebook around. I’m definitely going to have to look at my commitment to Christianity after a hypnopompic vision of a written message I could hardly read (a common phenomenon). The essence was that some of the ‘chocolate buttons’ I get are from a dark source. Hmm.

I than heard a female voice say

‘Am I still happening?’ (= 185)

Recently I got

‘To be a Christ’ (= 120)

Two nights ago I had a dream of a batch menu (from BP, although I was standing in the Unico lab) that was for NUGGET (= 74). After feeling under spiritual pressure I felt better yesterday. In the morning (I think) I heard a voice taunt me (in a loving way) by asking why I was still ‘little’. They don’t know how tough it is.

Last night I dreamed of a kitten which had been healed in a small church (no bigger than my mother’s living room someone said, which is where we all were in the dream). The healing had corrected problems in its kidneys and liver - they were hugely swollen or distended. the kitten was white with mottled darker patches and so may have represented me.


I asked God this morning how I could possibly accept Christian beliefs, when many of them were so contrary to common sense and scientific knowledge. Then I drifted into a dream state and saw myself at the back fence I built at West Hall Road. A male voice said

‘Very old tension. Please behind you.’ (= 358!)

The second part of this presumably means ‘Please leave it behind you’. This may also refer to my unpleasant thoughts, which I was once told were a problem I also had in Persia.

Then, later:

‘Just say yes’. (= 164)

I tried to let go and found myself in a dream/vision where I was heading north up
the office I worked in at Unico, which was also like a corridor. A man fell into the corridor from the left. I heard a discouraging female voice telling me I was ugly. But I could feel something pushing me to go in that direction and tried to visualise a light ahead and ‘let go’. A voice said somthing about the door being open for me and I think I (perhaps only partly) got through. Then I had some visions of standing outside Gorgie Parish church with an attractive female who wanted a cigarette. Then I saw a couple lying down and embracing in my room. The man’s back was bare (I feel he was me).


Just noting a couple of things that I heard recently. A few days ago I also got

Thankfully, they’re desperate (= 304)

This was either a reference to my recent experience (see previous entry) and my difficulties in letting go (you’re not really ready, but they’ll take anyone at the moment), or to my interview on the 20th for The Open Door. I suspect it was the latter and it was a reference to my arrest for minor assault that will show on the disclosure (22/2/10) It didn’t show - and I got the job!

Also had a vision where a female gave me a flower and said something along the lines of “I’m glad they’re giving you a second chance.”


I got the following at work:

Liars are meals on wheels (= 234)

This is a little disturbing, because

Demon (c) = 234

I heard other rather sinister messages, which suggests to me that even demons are part of God or that I am getting information that is decoded by a higher part of me and put into a gematria riddle. Earlier in the shift I had a vision of a large, speckled, but mostly white, cat which was sitting on my knee. Is this one of the demons? How do I shake them off? I also heard the plaintive voice of a little boy telling me he was in pain. I was troubled by it and prayed for him but I don’t know if he was a spirit, a part of me or the spirit of someone living with whom I was in telepathic communication.


Last night, got the following:

‘World’s vestiges’ (or vestigal) ... exciting’

‘Star good’ (reminds me of Stargate - there was a box under it, like the Google homepage)

‘King’s partner 3’ (could have been ‘three’)

and today, got

The Lord teaches Kelvin’ (= 216)

I think this might have been a reference to a conversation I had today with Kevin Saxby and Steven Collins, when I spoke about the twin towers being the tower of Babel and told them about ‘yom’ being the Hebrew word for both ‘day’ and ‘days’ (as in ‘days of yore’), so the Genesis creation account didn’t have to be taken so literally.


My head is spinning after three amazing days of discovery and revelation. Here’s some highlights:

29/11/09: Discover the following ovs

American airlines flight 11 +
United airlines flight 175 +
American airlines flight 77 +
United airlines flight 93 = 911!

This is counting the numbers as individual digits.

85 + 111 + 137 + 1239 (four airports) + 218 + 125 + 911 (four flights) = 2826!

Two of the flights left from Newark and Dulles airports, but these are within the New York and Washington DC metropolitan areas, respectively.

168 (NYC) + 137 + 343 + 263 = 911!

New York + Washington DC + Boston + Newark + Dulles = 478

New York State + District of Columbia + 111 + 137 = 623
343 + 356 + 699
699 + 623 = 1322

The 29th was the first Sunday in Advent, the 333rd day of the year, etc.

30/11/09: discovered that Ezra 2:17 (another 2826 encoding) is the 12045th verse in the NIV.

12045 = 11 x 1095
The Second Advent (s) = 1095

153 + 276 + 666 = 1095

This makes more sense now, given that Rev. 13:18 is the 30911th verse in the NIV.

1/12/09: discovered that 1 Peter, 2 Peter, 1 John is encoded re. verses

105 (nine eleven)
61 (coming) this is the 61th book in NIV
105 (nine eleven)

Hebrews (58th book) is also encoded as it has 303 verses.

2826th verses in OT (Lev.4:30) and NT (Luke 23:45) are probably encoded too.

There are 726606 words in the NIV (I still have to verify this information) .

726606 = 666 x 1091!

It occurred to me last night to add the number of words, verses, chapters, books, bibles. This gives

726606 + 31086 + 1189 + 66 + 2 + 1 = 758950 = 50 x 15179!
15179 = 43 x 353!

(22/12/09) Also, 758950 = 2150 x 353. 2150 is 1239 + 911.

This plus other encoded information in my name and Rev. 13:18 led me to wonder out loud last night, after I had just made my latest finds, if I was more than just a ‘little worker’. I was watching a recording of Star Trek (The Menagerie: Part 1) at the time and the adverts were on. Just after I spoke out loud I looked at the TV to see the word AVATAR (an advert for a film) flash up on the screen. I’m in shock. It reminds me of Daniel Pinchbeck’s book 2012, where he describes how he discovered he was a vehicle for the archetypal God-form Quetzacoatl. I also worked out at this moment that I am 604 months old! 50 is also a jubilee year and a time of spiritual pilgrimage.

I’ve recently been filled with spirit (perhaps to get me through these discoveries), which I think happened over the weekend, after chats with work colleagues and watching part of The Celestine Prophecy. The usual attacks happened, but I’m getting better at stopping them. A vision after one of them suggested that the attack had only taken about a third of the energy (I was shown a bottle 2/3 full and a spirited voice said something like ‘’This is what you have left’’).

Last night I went to bed in a slightly agitated state and heard a voice say something along the lines that he’d been sacked. The headline in the Scotsman was of Alex Salmond sacking Fiona Hyslop. Is that what’s happening to me? If so, why tell me right after I’ve gotten the above information? I’ll keep on going anyway. They’ll have to shoot me now to stop me.

This morning I got

‘Treasure-mont’ (169)
‘Thirty years of age’ (202)

(4/12/09) Doing a list of gematria of the Second Coming yesterday I realised that these are both values for phrases related to the Second Coming. I have a feeling that this has been the case many times in the past. The Intelligence that feeds me these phrases is strongly focussed on the Second Coming.

Jesus was 30 when he began his public ministry. Does this mean I’m about to start mine? This doesn’t gel with me being sacked.

‘Serious breast cancer’ (215)

Is this me too? It makes sense in a way. I also got a question about what was going to happen to my family since I was so late in doing something, presumably ‘ascending’. Perhaps the demonic are getting cleverer in the messages they send me.

I just made another amazing discovery. Adding the ovs of the departure points to the flight numbers gives 1239 + 356 = 1595. But if we add the numbers as individual digits, we get 1239 + 41 = 1280.

The Second Appearing of the Messiah (s) = 1280!

I got this at 3:08 pm.

The Second Appearing of the Messiah (o) = 308!


Got these tonight:

520 + 391 = 911
386 + 525 = 911
600 + 570 = 1170
510 + 660 = 1170
476 + 882 = 1358

Rev. 13:18 is another focal point

153 + 276 + 666 = 1095
Sum Rev 13 numbers = 738
1260 + 666 = 1926 (1322 + 604)
Rev.13:18 is Bible’s 30911th verse.


As I woke up this morning, I was told that I was the Creator of the Annatta (my closest spelling), or perhaps one of them, I’m not sure which. (6/12/09) I googled it and found that ‘anatta’ is a Buddhist term meaning ‘no-self’: there is no permanent self or soul.


Last night I dreamed of a column of screens, showing different scenes. The bottom column had a message for me.

Your mission was accomplished = 328

This seems to tie in with the first message I received through Sharon Wolfe in 2001.

Remember the blue triangle = 238

328 + 238 = 566 = The Cross (s)

Today I dreamed that I spoke to Brian Allen and told him I had another book for him to write (in the dream he had written an entire book about me and the code, rather than the chapter he actually wrote) which would knock the first one into a cocked hat (although I said something like filled hat). Does this mean I am to write the second book I so want to do?


I became a grandfather on the 15th, when Harry William Andrew Downie was born at 10:55 AM, God bless him! Amazingly, Harry is 18392 or 121 x 152 days younger than me, so he was born exactly when God decided! He is 121 x 61 days younger than Louise, who is 121 x 91 days younger than me. That evening I went to the Co-op in Uphall and bought a couple of things. The cost was £2.63 (Messiah (s) = 263). Then I went to the chipshop and spent £7.90.

The date of Harry’s birth - 15/12/09 - is of course significant, as it implies 151 and 209. (26/12/09) Louise was in ward 211 of the Royal Infirmary.


On Christmas Eve, around 9;30PM, I saw two pale orange-red lights in the sky almost direcly above the house - at say about 70 degrees due south. They were perhaps 5 degrees apart. It was cloudy and they were below the clouds. After about 30 seconds one of the lights disappeared into the clouds. The other - which was also witnessed by Fiona’s boyfriend Mark, stayed for at least another minute. This ofcourse is very reminiscent of the craft Karen and I saw on Christams Eve 1992, 2929 days before the new millenium, 29 being the rv of ‘Messiah’. This was the 358th day of the year, 358 being the sv of ‘Moshiach’ in Hebrew.


I am reading How Long Is Now? by Timothy Freke. It’s a great book and I find myself in agreement with most of what he writes. He talks about ‘lucid living’ and being ‘awake’. As I compare his experiences with my own I think that I might also be ‘awake’. As I doze after reading a chapter, with the question of whether or not I am awake on my mind, I see a wall on which the words ‘You’re awake’ are written. This has an ov of 125. On Christmas Eve the car odometer reads 55502 miles. After praying for Harry in the Church of the Immaculate Conception in Bathgate on the 22nd, stopping at all the statues as I walked around the churcvh and meditating on the Stations of the Cross, I had a vision a day or two later of being given a big pot of tea in a white and blue teapot. A voice (female) also told me that it was going to help me because it liked or loved me. I know what this means. I wonder if the two are connected? I’ll try to pray like that again soon.























































































Last night at work I heard/saw

You’re speedin’ up = 193

The three initial letters are YSU, equivalent to the Hebrew word Yeshu. I felt an inner ‘fire’, which I’ve had before (last winter) and which always makes me feel a little unstable. Is this my vibrational rate increasing?


The instability has continued, reaching crisis point a few days ago. I feel a little better now, but my head still feels as if it is on fire. I must see this through.

Today I got a vision of a layer of dark chocolates, below which were two layers of white chocolates, almost like pearls or shells (I’ve been eating Terry’s All Gold at BH). The symbolism is obvious and encouraging. I also got the words

The infancy (105) - our sister (144)


After an extended dream last night, which involved repeatedly travelling to a lower realm, I went down one last time. This time I knew I was going somewhere dangerous, and that I had to avoid groups or pairs of people who were travelling along indoor passages (perhaps being controlled or accompanied by others - it was hard to tell). I went into another room, at the


far end of which were shutters. I could hear bright female voices in the room that was on the other side of the shutters. I also suspected there was someone scary around. I decided to risk opening the shutters. When I did so there was a sinister-looking black man on the other side, so tall I could only see the lower half of his face. He handed me a note, which I took before closing the shutter.

I thought at first this might be a message and the man was or represented an angel, but it also occurred to me that the man was me, since I had just posted an application to speak at a new age conference. (13/2/10) I also think it may be a sign that my sombre message is out of tune with the breezy atmosphere at these gatherings.


Dreamed about a week ago, during a particularly difficult time, that I was observing Dr. McCoy and Mr. Spock in a room, possibly in a spaceship, arguing over a patient who was ‘down on the planet’ (I think was meant to be Captain Kirk). McCoy had a magnifying glass and was taking a small black object from Kirk (even though Kirk wasn’t actually in the room - McCoy somehow could fix him). They were being told by a higher authority that they had to work together, because they were three parts of a whole (or something like that). If they couldn[‘t work together they would en masse be transfered somewhere else. I think this was related to my own internal divisions, possibly the conflicts between my emotions and my intellect.

A few nights ago I got

“You’re right - you’re inside.” (290)

This was I think a reference to a recent spiritual dicussion where I suggested that this universe is a kind of jail and that it is ‘within’ God. It also featured the number 290, which is the number of the cottage we eventually picked in the Ireland holiday brochure.

As soon as I resolved to cut down drastically on my drinking things changed internally. My dreams/visions are reflecting this improvement.

Three nights ago I dreamed I was going to a pub in a town/city with Princes Diana. This has alarming implications (see below) but also was a precognition of my visit next day to Louise (who, like Diana, has a son called Harry) and our lunch together.

I dreamed last night that David Hughes (108) was in a car with me. He was an authority figure. I had on greyish trousers and the left trouser leg was covered in sick or something like it. We were supposed to be going somewhere, but I eventually decided, with my growing realisation of how much sick was spilled on my left trouser leg, that I would have to go home and change - at which point I visualised a clean blue pair of jeans I had at home. This has good implications, but may also represent a ‘near miss’ and an indication of how troubled I have recently been.


Recently got:

still eighty percent (227)

This must be a reference to the dream I had in about 2001 (before I found the code). I was watching someone called alister get out of bed then fall to the floor with a heart attack. He then became me and I stood up and went through a door with beads, met a little dog and went up a metallic ramp. I passed a young man who lamented the fact that I hadn’t enjoyed that life. I was in a cafeteria where lots of people were eating. Someone noticed me and suggested I clean my glasses (I think). I suddenly felt out of place and nervous. I went outside (to the east) and saw a man hammering some tubular bells and was told I had an 80/20 chance of success. This was obviously a reference to the code I was about to find.

It’s an enormous relief, after my recent travails, to hear that I am still in with a good chance of success.

Last night I got:

Double the 114 (98)

I’m really struggling to understand that one.


I feel like starting the secnd book today (and it’s an auspicious day for it, given the date numbers!). This is the same idea I had on 28/6/09 (another auspicious date). I still think it could be called The Secret Code, but I’ve also been thinking of The Second Chance (which I got from an entry above) , or The Secret Cypher, or The Code, or The Second Coming, or... well, I’ll think of more.

As a subtitle, I thought of

This book is too Christian for New-Agers, too occult for Christians, too rational for either, too flaky for scientists, was written by a nobody, is addressed to everyone and makes the most ridiculous statement ever claimed as fact. But please read it.







Dreamed I was collecting golf balls in relation to earth I was plowing. I collected 16 balls. I was with people and we were having champagne. I was to pour out from a magnum and Karen handed me an almost empty smaller bottle from which to begin pouring.




This reletes to my finding gematria of divine names in Pascal's triangle: El = 31 and Yah = 15 (difference 16). 










Having a hard time with neighbours. We will probably move. Dreamed a couple of nights ago about grandfather and grandmother moving somewhere with litle room and neighbours either side. Seemed to be a comment about current situation and also to death of Uncle Robert today (he looked more like grandfather than anyone else).










Worrying dream a few nights ago about having an enemy: short, pear-shaped goblin-like man. We were standing in Broxburn Band Hall and he accused me of being 6'7''. Told him I was 6'3'' and laughed at him. He then kneeled down in front of one of four entrances, this one entitled 'black magic' and began to pray, which seemed ominous. He then took out an old-fashioned razor and gave it to me. I took off the black safety cap and threw it in the entrance (initially went in the 'white magic' entrance but I moved it). Then saw a female associated with me with shaven head, looking upset. This represents the money being demanded of us by insurance companies (so dream books say). Also suggests the FOS investigation I've started won't go well (7/6/11 – it didn't).




Another 'open door' hypnagogic vision two nights ago (although it was more like voices calling me and it lasted a while). I also saw a group of people against a starry background. My soul group? I think so. One woman with blonde hair was especially noticeable. A strong connection?


















First and second comings of Christ?














Self explanatory. A few days ago got something like 'Who'll be the one to born the child?', suggesting there are more than one of us working on this.














Not sure what this mean but I hope it's not a rejection.




Just realised I sometimes get related messages separated by huge spans of time. In Nov. 2003 got








Last year got








I think they are related, especially since the first is numerical equal to THE EARTH IS A PRIISON. They sum to 333.










Got, as I awakened








This is a reference to a passage I'd been reading in The ET/Human Link by Dana Redfield, about soft spots in our consciousness where higher consciousness can penetrate with info. There is more info. Encoded here. Same voice that said 'The Muggle'll still be mine'?




Then, a few moments later, got:








Seems to be a countdown. July 2012?




1/7/2012 is 4200 days into 3rd millennium and 19321 days after my birth (139^2).










A few days ago got a dream where I was signing my name against the word TEACHER, but struggling. I managed, though. Interesting. I am a teacher of sorts, but it's not easy.




Last night got








Could God, or our relationship with him, have changed?




I also had a very vivid dream where I kept meeting dead people. George Harrison was one. Adolph Hitler was another. I was in an airplane (OBE?) and Hitler was sitting beside me. He seemed very puropseful and politely asked when I was born (I told him 1959, 14 years after he died). Then he told me I had to think big if I wanted my plans to be realised. I had to plan on a huge, or world, scale if I wanted them to take off at all. Hitler of course thought very big and was successful for a time. Hitler was of course The Father, so I think this was God speaking. Adolph Hitler = 110, so I think this had to be about the code. This dream also had an astral-projection feel to it.










Still stunned by this as I write. I was in the BBC in Broxburn, talking to two formally attired men. Then I became lucid and asked them who they were. The first answered Roth(e)schild (= 121 = antichrist). The second said something I can't recall but which was demonic. They were both demonic and didn't like the fact that I'd woken up. I ran out the door as the demon through a knife at me. Then I was in a house when I noticed a thick fog outside. There was dirty snow falling a nd lying a couple of inches deep (today the big news is a volcanic eruption in Iceland, the ash from which is drifting over us – it's also supposed to snow soon). 




I walked through this snow in a locale like Uphall woods when I came across another astral realm, which had a good feel about it. It had an access code I couldn't work out, but I was let in anyway. I was still lucid and when asked what I was doing there by one of the 'receptionists' (young, Christia types) answered 'I must be dead or out of body'. Then I asked which religion was best. Someone answered 'Buddhism holds up well'. He looked Tibetan and I challenged him that he'd only said that because of his origin, but he said that he was a Christian. 




Then I toured the realm and saw people engaging in many activities. I asked if they ever slept but they said they never did. Then I noticed people who were part-real part-cartoon. The cartoon part was very detailed, but mostly white. One person had half of his face as a cartoon (I recently watched The Menagerie). Another person's torso was cartoon ( I can think of no explanation in my recent life for that). I asked them why they were like tat but they didn't know. It seemed to make them sad to be reminded of this fact so I eft and woke up. There was very high energy in this dream/astral projection, which left me awestruck for days. I actually woke up or had a false awakening in the middle of the experience then went back into it.




I had a dream two nights ago about being Scooby Doo in Fife with three humans (there was snow again) and trying to rescue my master. He needed me and I fouled up without him, but together we were succesful. Obvious meaning. Scooby = 79




Last night told








Interesting and slightly disturbing.










A lot has happened. Two days ago got












Got a lot of information whilst in hypnagogic state. For instance,
















This depressed me. However, Mike Sherlock had a dream yesterday. He woke up (in the dream) in hospital bed in a room where everything was white. A posh man next to him was looking out of a window and was covered in blood. He asked if the man had sexually attacked him but the man said he had gotten it wrong. They had both been riding a motorbike but had crashed. Then Mike noticed he too was covered in blood. The man said tey had to wait here until God decided what to do with them. Mike then woke up at 4:29PM. 




I think the posh man was me and this was about the 2nd Coming.










Saw '689' this morning. 13 x 53 but no idea what its significance is.




I had a dream yesterday about looking at a house I wanted to buy numbered 119 and up a bit from house we nearly moved to (written 7/6/11). Beautiful on inside but bad view and in a block where every other house demolished. Seemed quite exposed. 




In another dream I came down to the ground in Uphall woods from the treetops by holding onto branches (which seemed risky but I went ahead regardless) and gently lowering myself by putting my weight on them and letting them bend. Once on the ground I climbed up onto the street (there was a cemetery for pets, below one for people). I think I then repeated it then when on the ground I saw the words in red THIS, THIS GOOD PAINTING. I hope this is a refernce to my 9/11 Cube Article for Reality Sandwich.










I'm getting my article published on Reality Sandwich (a big score for me, as it features some major thinkers). I finished it on 15/5/10, the day Harry was 5 months old. I am 50 and there were 11 illustrations and 5 notes.




(28/5/10) On 14/5/10 the odometer read 61866. Next morning, after I found out the article was going to be published, ti read 61888.




Last night had a dream in which I was killed, then dreamed I was a chinese or Japanese pupil in a class of mainly Jewish pupils at a Jewish school. Iduring the dream I recalled that I'd had it earlier in the night. 




As I woke up, got NEEDED AGGRESSION (151)




This came across like a revelation about the purpose of my lifeand I think answered a question I posed long ago, after another communication, when I was told I was here to 'gain a tone'.




Much earlier I got STAND RESERVE (141)




I'm not sure what this means (standing reserve?, reserve a copy of a paper on a newstand?) but it may have to do with Reality Sandwich.




Karen dreamed last night that Kilroy-Silk was dead, which Terry Wogan and Graham Norton told here. 




Mike Sherlock dreamed he was asked by two well-built characters (one with dark hair/Scotland shirt (No. 9) – Mike thinks this could have been me), the other, who was smaller and fairer with an Ireland shirt (no.11) – I think this might have been Mike) to join their 'dance group' at the golf course next to Gullane. There were lots of numbers in the dream, such as 17, 15, 9, 11, 171, 177 (or 175), and 20. There was a new law that meant Mike had to be 17 ½ stone instead of the 17 stone or 17 st 1 lb he weighed. The dark haired man was 17 ½ stone (the ½ stone on his shoulders) but was now to be 17 stone.




I had a dream last week where I was told that Liam Neeson had fought or been in action until he was 51.










Dreamed Harry was 1 and I was 51 (151). He was now aware he was a seperate person.




Big dream about long spaceship with different compartments. An enemy shiip drew alongside, trying to mimic it. One of ships turned into shark which swallowed me and a partner, taking us north. We waited until we could escape, related to shark snapping at a pike. It regurgitated us (Jonah) and we jumped onto the shore to escape. We were in north of Scotland at a fishing ahrbour. A black journalist was in a cubical (Daniel Pinchbeck? 9/11 Cube article?) and I showed him the shark which was now a giant gecko, but slipped into water again. Then I was lying on a grass verge next to a fence. On the other side was some papers I'd put there for safe keeping. One showed years 2001 to 2005, with a gap then 2005 to 2010. Next to second group of years was 'preparing to exit'. Second paper had four different years. Base year (a few yeasr ago) showed global warming at 0. Present year showed it at 1100. Third year (2368 or 2386 (JC) showed about 386 000 000. The last year, about 200 years later, showed 750 000 000. I think this might be a reference to New Bible Code (I hope so anyway), showing it will one day be widely recognised. Global warming may refer to spiritual temperature. Then in dialogue with higher consciousness and worrying if anything bad I'd thought or done counted against me, but assured that only 'gift thoughts' (141) count.




New PIN number gematria of God in Hebrew and English!




Two days ago was told that I will go into a chamber when I pass over. Also got 'two thirds of a month' around same time.










Got picture of road to Swift Brae with words ROAD CLOSED>




Woke up with confident voice saying GRAVITY NOW (154). Came down an octave in speaking, so about SC and also refers to my first house (21) and first mention of Immanuel (7:14). Interesting and awesome in implications.




Two nights ago got REBEL and THE UNWORTHY, with vision of bodies lying around. Also got TRY AGAIN. Could be about article or about me coming back.




Dreamed last nigth I threw Turkish couple out of house and travelling people in back garden. David Crookston was with me. We weren't speaking at first but eventually did. Good sign after dream when man with broken nose from Care Shelter kicked Chris (CS) out of a crowd I was part of (Chris was Christ and was more colourful than rest of us). Then we went into the man's toilet. Was careful around him but he seemed timid (shadow?). This had me worried. Couple of days ago had a dream about Mick Jagger, who was also a toilet seat, sayinh YOUR TOILET SANK (I think). Also got THE MONSTER IS DEAD (or DESTROYED).








Dreamed of Andrew Eelbeck last night. We were in a bus headed east along Broxburn Main Street. Religious theme, involving standard v unorthodox beliefs. This is probably third Christ dream I've ad in a row.




Lying in bed today got at 5:00pm, ANTICIPATED IN ABOUT TEN MINUTES, I THINK. This from a high, childlike voice.








Got JOSEPH CHOOSES YOU (218), this morning. Got vision of teapot filled with mouldy teabags and tea. Not good.




Louise and I saw a dust devil yesterday afternoon at Freeland Avenue. Also saw two cars soon after with 738 and 391. Wondered if this was a sign. Yesterday was 3443 days into 3rd Mill.








Yesterday voice said GREAT IS HARRY'S PAST. Interesting!








Last night got A'VE JIST SLAMMED DORS. Refers to trouble with a resident at BH and my own failings.








Got WRECK HIS BARE BONES. WE WERE DISAPPOINTED SO and other communications. Very negative, so prayed, then got I STILL CAN.
















Stopped Sertraline and this has boosted my visions. 




Met Kathryn LeCorre and Karen Gush. Kathryn was told I was a 'key' to understanding modern events.




About Pascal's triangle codes I was working on (in Donegal)








The missing letters may imply I am supposed to supply missing words and/or letters to find even more info.








Dreamed Ewan MacGregor (Ob Wan Kenobi) offered me a new job. He wanted to ask me about my BP years. We were in a lecture theatre east of Broxburn. The job (shown earlier in dream) was scientific, involving growing new potato strains. Just before I met EM I saw Jim Powers (BP).








Asked what my 'power animal' was. Got








Is the NBC the pearl? Or is it my inner Christ? Or the SC?




A few days ago got




WHO AM I? (69)




69 is combined value of YHVH (Heb.)








Two crop circles in Danebury Hill and Cley Hill (6/7 and 9/7) seem to be connected to 9/11 Cube! They depict cube of 3 and 19 units left when corners removed or 3 strikes through central axes.




The dates are 3474 and 3477 days into 3rd Mill. Two hills represent duality/Towers.




Last night dreammy 'mother' was congratulated for doing better than anyone else. Best I can put it. More a mission than a competition.








Another crop circle – two which summed to Christ-like face on 30th. 3498 days into 3rd Mill.




While using Revelations CD saw Harry-like face smiling at me. Experience of divine grace. Next day heard something like 








Ov 630. Feels like I made connection to higher self and been trying to 'let go' more.








Last night got








Interesting. Could have been satanic consciousness that created universe and is dreaming us – or could have been God. Was beginning to read Your Immortal Reality.




Got another glimpse of blue blob I once saw (my soul?).








Last night got








Karen Gush thought this meant Bride of Christ – and she may be right.




Also got rerun of light bulb/fire scenario. I had been worrying abput whether to include this in story The Key (not published by RS). On going to sleep in basement heard LIGHTBULB and two taps. Fire alarm sounded a few minutes later. Was from flat 4 but, mysteriously, no alarm was activated.








Got the worrying advice








Also includes ovs of letters of GOD in no. of letters.








Dreamed I was offered a job by man who phoned my mobile. I had just woken up (may have spiritual meaning) but Karen took it, because I was only getting partial reception. The job was as a scientist. Later, heard








As I was working on my second RS article, and after asking if it needed further work, got








suggesting my website also needed work, and 








I've had some amazing dreams, recently. In one there was a realm outside God's kingdom, where 'light was dark and dark was light'. This must be related to me starting ACIM again. I went there: it was hell-like and very hot. There were small, almost mechanical aliens, who seemed happy with their lot. A fish appeared and lovingly wrapped itself around the neck of one, which fried it. Obvious implications.




A couple of nights later dreamed a mostly-white cat was being attacked by a darker, tortoishell cat, which was smaller and eventually said 'Oh I give up'. Then heard




JUNIOR: SHE GOES (165 = Resurrection)




Dreamed Margaret McCaw had vacated her office and gone to England to work. I felt this gave me more freedom but also that I had disgraced myself, as if I had bullied her into going.




The night after dreamed there was an immense flood in Uphall – worst ever. Debbie McKenzie was in house and going to leave but told her to stay as she wouldn't be able to drive home (I had tried to go west but car cut out in Uphall). Ethel appeared at door, to give Fiona engagement present. Thers in house too, as if we were giving a party. Neighbours outside congratulated us on beautiful baby grandson. Flood can be symbolic of HS.




Dreamed was in Broxburn in winter and temp. dropped to -31C, because conditions were ideal, which I seemed happy about.








Dreamed a fortnight ago that I was in a lab where experiments were going on. I opened a jar where a tiny pink man was partially immersed in some kind of caustic fluid. I decided it was high time he was taken out as he was suffering badly. A woman (a bit like Gail Callaghan) said that it wasn't her idea to do this experiment. Am I the pink man?








A few weeks ago got:








This seems like the separation from God spoken of in ACIM. This would be the Fall/expulsion from Eden. (As I rewrote this into my Macbook Pro the cursor dropped down half a page – I'm not sure if it was a sign or not but the timing was perfect - which seemed to be a demonstration of what happened then!).








The Big Bang (s) = 291, which is 162 inverted.




A few days ago got:








which seems like a comment on my current state. John = 47 = beast . John he's = 79 = William.








Had an interesting experience during the night. I found that I could 'rise' into my (eyes-closed) visual field by an act of will, which made me quite dizzy. I breathed a bit harded to keep me grounded. The rise may have been dimensional – it was not my body! Later I came out of it and had a vision of falling down. I also had a vision of a dark cat trying to claw up into a white cat, which was preening itself unconcernedly and sitting on the window-sill outside our livingroom. I think it's meant to be the other way around – the white cat descending into the dark one.




Currently reading EE Brooks. Kathryn and Karen (who I had accurate visions of a couple of months ago) put me on to him.




Last week Louise moved into her flat, Fiona moved into her flat and we sold our house and bought another. A sign?








A few nights ago I was shown in a hypnagogic vision my next life. I am to be a female who rebels against her parents as a teenager, whereupon something, possibly bad, happens to her. I was shown her. She is prettyish, has long, fair hair and, although she is smiling, has mixed emotions. I don't know whether to believe this or not: I was previously told I wasn't coming back.




I had a dream where I was a handsome, dark-haired man, looking in a mirror. Then I was asked if I had to go to the Moon 2000 times (this could have referred to reincarnation or OBEs). I was shown a pair of brown, suede shoes. Later I had a UFO dream, where I was shown alien fruits outside the Halfway House.








A few weeks ago got:




DREADFUL MOMENT (71, 80 = 151)




This was while I was reading ACIM and I think it relates to the 'moment of separation' and perhaps my own thoughts at the time (see 21/9/10).




Last night dreamed my father came to me. This was very realistic dream. I grabbed him in surprise and amazement and looked closely at his face. Behind him was a smaller man with a face like Jacob Marley in Scrooged (decaying) or like the Bruce's father in Braveheart. I didn;t get the sense he was vil. My father then asked me if I was 'ready' ('are you ready?') and said 'it' would happen at 8:30 or 9:00 AM. He was holding my wrists and looking at them as he said that. I confirmed I was ready and told him I loved him. This reminded me of a dream I had (25/5/09). 








place (East Calder?) associated with Kevin Saxby. I noticed cobwebs on me, then saw a black, poisonous-looking spider. Dougie Paterson, who was there, said 'Prophecies' to me then seemed to make the spider swing towards me. 




PROPHECIES (o) = 114 = God © = September 11 (o)




I think this might have been a warning to get working on the code again and concentrate on biblical prophecies of 9/11.








A couple of nights ago got








296 surrounds cube 216 to make cube 512 (8 x 8 x 8).












Couple of weeks ago got








Reference to the scalet thread running through the Bible. I had spent too much time on forum arguing with atheists.








Got key to the house on 29/10/10. Got the call to go to solicitors when we were in queuein Scotmid across the road. Reminded me of incidents with man and girl in Scotmid in 1998/99.








Some interesting dreams lately. Just before I moved to Tarbrax I had one where I was driving on a motorbike to Tarbrax, through Currie and I had to make my way through junctions, past roadworks and along unfamiliar roads. There was the threat of snow and I think when I eventually got to Tarbrax the snow was deep.




I had another around the same time where we were in Currie (through which I pass on my way to work) and eventually went mountaineering there, as there were huge mountains around Currie.




Last night I heard




I'M THE DEVIL. DO YOU BELIEVE IN ME? (107, 181, 288)




This seems ambiguous, given the gematria.










Got the following, a couple of nights ago:
















198 + 193 = 391










Two inches of snow and temp of 16F this morning. Pipes now frozen.




Last night (at BH) I had a fascinating and, I think, important dream which I can barely recall now. It was about creatures who were migrating north (towards God) and which were then saved, or told the truth. The movement was due to magnetic attraction. There were twins (tiny, humanoid and black, almost like golliwogs) which were the incarnation of a person or spirit who came to save or help someone – who had told this person this after they accused the spirit of not coming to help them. There was also a battle involving a kind of army which suffered losses then had to regroup.










I had a disturbing dream last night of a dog with the head of a human controlled by a man who was hiding underneath it. The dogman had once been a person (its past was visible to me as a picture on the collar on which the head was positioned) and I was weeping with anguish over its wretched state. The man then killed the dogman by sticking something down its throat and I then did the same to the man. The message of this dream is obvious, disturbing and highly motivating.




Leith has three inches of wet snow. After I heard a voice telling me yesterday that there would be 'more than a few inches', we got about eight inches of snow overnight. Broxburn also has eight inches and West Calder has a foot. Temperatures ranged from 34F in Leith to 26F in Tarbrax.








This is rapidly becoming the worst snow event in living memory. We had another six inches overnight and about two or three inches more today. West Lothian has even greater snow depths, I was told today.




which I assume means I'll definitely be asked to do the Dundee shelter in January. Andy Murray asked me a month ago if I would do it and I agreed. (16/2/11) It didn't happen and now I'm asking management why. Perhaps the words Dundee She mean something else, the fact that the shelter was on my mind giving my higher self those words to use.










Another four inches of snow fell overnight and a couple more inches fell today. We have at least 18 inches of snow – it would probably have been more except the wind has been blowing it around and compacting it somewhat – and can now look forward to intense frost, as high pressure slips down from the north. The Met Office think the British all-time low record temperature may be broken tomorrow night, wth some highland glens in line for -25 to -30C.




Given that winter has barely started I wonder if this is a taste of winters to come. The jet stream has buckled intoa horseshoe shape and this may be linked to a weakening of the NAD, a scenario the Master of the Key predicted on 6/6/98 in the Key. Of course we are also in year 15 of the 16-18 year cycle of cold winters, so it may be that we are due a run of cold ones, but it's very extreme weather for so early in the season and follows a very cold winter, itself remarkable for a month-long cold snap. Interesting times.




Last night I got several communications. I wrote down two of them:












The two ovs are spectacular and obviously concern the Second Coming.




The number of letters, words and the ovs of the initial letters are also spectacular. I must get down again to working on the code. I may be squandering the greatest opportunity of my existence by giving up too easily. But how to I proceed?






We had another six inches of snow two days ago, which effectively snowed us in. Today a snowplow came through, so we can get out again, so it's back to work tonight. Max. temperature for the last two days was -9C. I heard it got to -16 last night. Temp. at 4:00PM was -11C.






A couple of days ago I asked if I could get better information, as I sometimes find the cryptic clues hard to understand. Eventually I got my reply:








This was spoken in a petulant voice by Diane Chambers (Cheers). Actress Shelley Long was notoriously difficult to work with and I, like her, am an actor playing a role, so this seemed like a rather sharp suggestion that I improve my spiritual seeing.






Yesterday was Harry's 1st birthday. We woke up to hear Human by the Killers the very song playing when he was born.




This morning I heard something like








If this is the correct wording (I'm far from sure about 'a final' and I thought the original ov was 317, although that could be wrong, as I did it in my head), it would relate to something I was told nine years ago:








The voice was the same, the 'wise child' I see as my higher self. Starting with 'just' is possibly a reference to the Jewish concepts of the justice and mercy of God, which might suggest I've almost finished being tested! I was using the word 'justice' a lot yesterday. (22/5/11 - this test could have been the incident with our neighbours, where we were threatened but didn't buckle).










Last night got




ONLY YOU CAN DAE (DAY) IT (184 (204))




The second seems more likely because of the gematria and because of the connotations of bringing the code into the light of day.




This probably refers to the code (1279 – 184 = 1095), but it could also mean allowing the HS into my life. I have decded to cut down drastically on my drinking so I can more clearly hear my guidance, which should help my work on the code too.






Heard the name George Kennedy last night. I also woke up with the Barbera Dickson version (in 4/4 time) of 'Answer Me' in my head.






I've had some very disturbing dreams recently and last night was no exception. I woke up wondering if I've blown it and been dropped. I said a prayer asking to be allowed to continue and got










These reminded me of AW, who I do not want to contatc again, although I would if that was what was wanted.




I was also unsure about whether 'they' want me to do another book (which I've started) or continue with the website. I asked for a clear sign from them. This afternoon Louise phoned me aftr I'd visited her to say that Lee Blackburn had just phoned out of the blue to ask whether he could read my first book. Louise told him a little about it a few days ago. That's enough confirmation for me!






A few weeks ago I had a dream where I was in New York and went into a skyscraper near the top floor to meet a dark-haired woman who was called Flo Shapiro. She was busy working in a huge office, along with many others. We went for a walk and discussed her interviewing me or working with me (she kissed me at one point). I asked her if she wanted to go with me and do something long term but ashe said she was too busy. We were in a kind of plaza about a half mile above ground. (8/7/12 - this probably refers to the fact that I got the help of Susan Mears in publishing the book, but that she declined to be my agent long term).




In a vision just after that I was told












Both vision and dream seemed to be about the book I'm writing.




Last night I had a vivid dream about working in a laboratory where some kind of sauce was being prepared. We were in competition with other laboratories. The sauce was red with a geeen vegetable in it (cube 125/343?). Our product was chosen, which delighted my new boss, who was Japanese, with short, dark hair. She kissed me. Then I dreamed I was in the Royal Mile and went to an exclusive club there. The place was called “Dug...” (I can't recall the rest but it was three or four words). Then I managed to sing a tune in a competition. It was difficult to do that and all I managed was to get the rythm. I think I stopped at one point and started again. The competitor before me got 6 and I expected to do worse, maybe a 4. But I actually got a 7. Then they gave me an extra point becase I had 'asked for help'. This has to be about the book. I've just finished chapter 7 and started work on chater 8 today. Asking for help might be a reference to the readers I've organised, or it could be spiritual help requested in prayer, or some other help.






After the barney with the Rajs next door I was lying in BH, fuming over the situation when I saw








Was that a warning not to do anything illegal (I was thinking dark thoughts)? Or a tip-off? Last night I had an encouraging dream about this situation (male dog that turned female), after making a few enquiries. I was also told to have 'complete compassion', presumably for them.(4/5/11 – the troublesome neighbours went a week or so after this).




In a recent dream I was looking down on a country like the USA. There were various states, one of which was 'Nick's'. This must be our universe.






Osama bin Laden was killed by US troops on 1/5/11 (1.00AM on 2/5/11 Pakistan time). I think I got a warning of that a day or two before when I heard








Of course, the timing is perfect, because 1/5/11 was the day of JPII's beatification, and the most encoded day I've ever come across.








I have been on the point of changing the ending of my book (currently called The Secret Code) to say that bin Laden was also an incarnation of JC. I asked for a sign and got




  1. NO

  2. ...(these were unclear)




The sv of his full name is 1415, which gives the ovs of the letters NO. A later hypnagogic vision I can't recall now said something similar. My dream/vision of 2001/2 where bin Laden or Christ appeared before a European man was the reason I wasn't sure.




I also had a terrible nightmarish dream two nights ago that ended in a boy (me, I think) being executed. Maybe I'm Hector's son, then, rather than bin Laden. I asked what to do to change and had a flash of light, a white disc with 76 inside. Yesterday, while out driving, I saw a house in Carstairs (which has a prison) which was no. 76 – the number was black on a white background.




In an interesting dream last week (in Belfast) I was in deepest Dedridge, Livingston, lost and trying to find my way somewhere. I eventually saw that this was another gnostic dream about this universe (Dedridge/dead, Livingston/living). 








A few nights ago I dream about my cousin George being injured (he actually had been, badly) and standing over what looked like a bath. There was muck in it because of his injuries and I found gold and silver coins, saying, 'where there's muck, there's brass'. Next day (19th, I think) I made what might possibly be the last major find I'll make, lining up 9/11 with the sacrifices on the Day of Atonement. It was simpler than I'd imagined, as usual.










Dreamed today Harry was 1 and I was 51 (151). He was now aware that he was a separate person. Also dreamed about a group of Glasgow thugs who were running through Grangemouth looking for a woman. I gathered together a gang to fight them but in the fight I got beaten up.




Big dream yesterday about a spaceship with different compartments. An enemy ship drew aside, looking to mimic it. Then one ship turned into a shark which swallowed me and a partner. Then it swam quickly along a sea/river, taking us north. We waited until we had an opportunity to escape, related to the shark snapping at a pike. Eventually it regurgitated us and we jumped onto the shore to escape (a clear analogy to Jonah). We were in the North of Scotland and I was at a fishing harbour. A black journalist was at a cubicle (possibly Pinchbeck/The 9/11 Cube) and I showed him a shark which had left the water and now looked like a giant gecko) but slipped into the water again. It was grey and white and about 30 ft long. I was then lying on a grass verge next to a fence, the other side of which were some papers I 'd put for safe keeping. One showed the years 2001-2005 with a gap then 2005-2010. Next to the second group of years was 'preparing to exit'.The second paper I picked up had four different years. The 'base' year (a few years in the past) showed global warming at '0'.The present year had it at '1100'. The third year (2368 or 2386 – an obvious ref. To JC) showed about 386000000). The last year, about 200 years further on, showed about 750000000. I think this might be a ref. To the New Bible Code, showing how it will eventualy be widely recognised. 'Global warming' refers to the spiritual temperature., I think. Afterwards I was in a dialogue with higher consciousness and wondering if anything bad I'd thought or done counted against me, but was assured that only the 'gift thoughts' (141) count.




My new PIN no. is the gematria of God in Hebrew and English!




A few nights ago had a vision of someone preparing a big white sheet, then saw Uncle John saying 'Saturday Night' in a leering tone.




Two days ago I was told that I will go into a chamber after I pass over (the tunnel?). I also got 'two thirds of a month' (a month = 71 = God) around the same time.










The Psi File
































Last night, I got
































I think this is asking why I haven't joined them yet. Interestingly, I wasn't really in the hypnagogic state when I heard it (in the Bethany office), although it was faint. I also got
































































Good signs, since I'm now going 'all out' to finish my 'assignment' and give birth to the new book and new website. The first referred to the manuscript, the second to the treasure chest analogy I use in the book.








































































I wonder if I should put my soul's ET origin in the book.
















Since I'm aiming to finish the manuscript for publication tonight (although of course there will be more added later, no doubt) and since this is 29/5, I wonder if this is the 'baby' I was told about in 2004, this being it's 'birthdate'.








































I had a hypnagogic vision of a manservant at a window or similar opening, with a wig and dressed in eighteenth Century garb. It was white, I think. He showed me the number 233 (the Lord Jesus Christ). There was a very good feeling about the vision.








































(recorded 12/6) Finlay Andrew Peden was born yesterday morning at 12:14 AM. He's a lovely and obviously bright boy. The elevens continue!








































Saw a yellow road sign in a vision (it was on the left of the road, which was at 'the beeches' near Tarbrax). It said something about the code or 9/11 but I couldn't make it out. Then saw a white road sign in a later vision (this was on the right (north) side of the road, which was interesting). I could make this one out. It said WELL (ON) 9/11 DONE. Not sure whether it was 'on' but the WD was me, of course. This is very encouraging. The white/yellow signs either side of the road suggest the three lights I saw in my April 1998 vision. Could the yellow lights have come from an astral realm this side of the Door? Is only the white light of God?








































Last night I googled '11:11' and went onto a website about the Midwayers. A few seconds after I read on the homepage that they need to be verbally asked for help and that they have a special affinity for electrical equipment, the office telephone rang twice. The time on the computer was 11:11PM. I went onto the '11:11' forum (I'm already a member from 2004) and told them about it. I also realised that 25/6/11 is the 176th (11 x 16) day of 2011 and the 3828th day since the start of the millennium.
















I also verbally asked for help with my thoughts. Later, in the goldfish bowl, I was told
































which I think was advice not to retaliate when I feel under spiritual attack. I'm going to try it.








































Lots of interesting yet often disturbing dreams recently. In one, I was working at Unico when Claire-Louise told me I had 'no, no, no time left'. There were three letters, one of which was C and I was on the cusp or edge at the middle of the letter.
















In another I was at a long table in a hall with my 'family'. At the next table down Claire-Louise was sitting in the same position as me, with her family.
















I had a possible sign yesterday (11/7/11). I was driving home from work when the CD, which was stuck (although I didn't know it), briefly played a note at 5:15 (Jesus), then got stuck again, then played another note at 5:16 (the Appearing), then got stuck again.
















Last night I dreamed I was too smart for the menial job I was doing, as I explained to a woman about the difference between the transference of heat by radiation and by diffusion. An asian man told me I was an Einstein and should be doing something far more challenging. He was working on an asian pop tune and I told him to work on an off-beat rythmn, such as counterpoint. We were slightly north of Broxburn, around Kirkliston.
















I had a brief hypnagogic vision of a dust storm approaching (based on recent footage of a storm in Phoenix). I wonder what's ahead.








































This morning I got
































This has got me worried and thinking I must join soon. This afternoon I got
































When I asked how I could join with God (I also asked a few times this morning) I got
























































This morning got
































Which is a good sign, I think.
















A few days ago I got some health advice:
































which I think means take six cranberries every night. Looking them up I saw that they have excellent health benefits, including protection from ulcers and urinary infections. They're hard to come by at this time of year, so I'll have a look for them in a big supermarket next week.
















The same night I got another ACIM-related message.
































The word 'out' was emphasised, so the meaning is obvious. How do I stop dreaming, though? I don't feel as if I'm being determined about it.








































Heard a female voice, saying
































This was about the book, as I'd ended this morning at work by inserting an apostrophe (Yud) into the word 'its' in chapter 12, then considered it complete.
















I tinkered around a little again tonight, then heard a male voice say
































which sounded bad. Perhaps I should go back to the earlier version. The change I made was about Osama bin Laden representing Satan (Rev. 13:18), so maybe that's off. (15/8/11) I've changed it back, although I've also made a few other changes, mostly additions.








































Vivid dream about being in a city (Paris, I think). I had left the white van I was driving and had to return for it (a woman had hired it to me – some female comediennes then arrived in a car to this district). I got the car (which had originally been in Freeland Avenue) and tried to drive it, but there was too much traffic and I abandoned it somewhere in Cardross, which then became Paris. In returning for the van I found myself in a passageway through a building. A young boy was there too. At one point I found myself in a room with Stuart, discussing dad's relationship with Andrew and me. I climbed stairs which just seemed to stop in mid-air then found a small door raised from the ground with another door behind it (familiar now from double door dream in my childhood). The second door seemed derelict and unopenable, but then I recalled that I'd opened it before (2nd coming ref.? ACIM?) and did so. There was a big drop and a frozen landscape ahead. Then I saw a sign to the left of the door saying The Unusual Key. Press. I found a ring near it and pressed it and the entire landscape changed from black-and-white to colour – it seemed to warm up. I dropped to the ground and hid because the small boy was right behind me. But he saw the open door and jumped out in front of me. Then, as I was waking up, a voice told me that this was the ninth case. If it was to manifest or incarnate again it would be in Ireland (ire?) and I would be taken there. The numinous dream atmosphere lingered for hours after I woke up, before my usual state of consciousness returned.
















This suggests a lot of interesting possibilities. Am I a kind of detective or sniffer dog (as I was once shown)? Was the key a reference to the key to the code? Does my finding the code mean that things will be different in future for mankind? Does the boy represent my animal self or shadow side? This also recalls a dream I had around Karen's 40th birthday, where I was being chased through a door and made it through but my pursuer also got through. I was in what looked like an advanced alien spaceship, with a very secure feeling.








































I'm going to add here some communications I got in the past but wrote on scraps of paper or in my wallet or in book flaps and may not have transferred to this diary. I'll give dates where known.
















(January 2011 (approx.))
































LIKEWISE, NEVER BEEN SEEN BEFORE (277 = the manifestation of Christ (o))
















CAN'T TELL YOU HOW IMPORTANT ALL THIS IS (429 = the Second Coming of our Lord Jesus Christ (o))
















































No. letters above = 71 = God (s). I think I got this while I was wondering why I didn't seem to fit in anywhere.
















































































This was obviously a comment on my usual state of mind. Then got:
































Got this along with a vision of Christ on the Cross.
































THIS IS CRUCIFIED (162 and 4, 2, 9 letters)








































A few days ago got
































The word was only partly formed, as if Christ's arrival was not yet fully manifested.
















Last night had a horrible vision of two withered breasts then the words
























































Had two visions today of a smoothly-flowing river. I seemed to be travelling along it. After the first I heard the words
















FORFEIT YOUR PERSONALITY (296 - Appearance (s) = 296)
















The gematria is a hollow cube eight units on a side. This perhaps suggests that on entering heaven (surrounding the universe like hollow cube 296 surrounds the cube of six) you lose your personality, or that you have to give it up to get there.








































I had a vivid dream two nights ago about Angela standing at the kitchen sink in our parents' home, washing dishes and looking very unhappy. She told me (I was in the position of the wise child in my vision of him in Loaninghill Road) she felt all the guilt of the Second World War. Mum was behind her saying something I can't recall but which added to Angela's statement. I immediately knew what she needed and went to find Brian Weiss's Through Time Into Healing. After looking for it on a strange looking bookshelf (more like CD racks), beside which Angela's friend Theresa was sitting (I told Theresa she could use my Macbook but she said she would use Karen's laptop), I found the book under water in a basin and gave it to her, saying 'You need past life therapy.' The book was green (as it is in real life) but had a golden CD pictured on the cover.
















Adding this to Maggie's reading of several years ago, telling me I was a general who fought a great battle and lost many men, along with the dream I had (and which the reading referred to) about being a commanding officer in WW1, and the spiritualist medium who told me she saw a man in army uniform standing behind me, I think Angela was me and the dream was telling me that I need past life therapy. I have contacted a therapist and hope to see her soon. This doesn't seem like wish-fulfillment because I have been considering the entheogen route, and had just made up my mind to get some psilocybin truffles.
















After the dream I was told something like my team was fighting another, but because the other team had 'Ducker' in it, the 'ever watching' ones had noticed and my team had lost, or something like that. The man saying this was standing in the Unico lab at the time and I had for some reason been thinking a lot about people I'd worked with there.
















After this I woke up then had a vision of a white cat with a black mark on her head (a comment on my recent spiritual state and not the first) lying by the side of a road. I picked here up and started to carry her across, but fell down a traphole, another worrying comment on my spiritual state. A voice said 'body count's huge', a seeming comment on the dream.
















A day or so earlier I had a dream about my brother Stuart driving a car. Another car with registration plate 352515 (Satan/Jesus) bumped into it from behind on the right side. I currently have back pain on the lower-right side.
















I was also told, as I awoke:
































This has an ov of 222 and 22/2/12 is almost six months away, 4070 days into the 3rd Millennium and 19191 days after my birth.








































































the other night, along with other statements. The morning before, got
































and other negative statements.
















I also got a message about a 'singularity' that 'mutated', presumably a reference to the Big Bang again.








































Today got:
































That's duly noted. I must pray more and be more responsible in life. Also
















LIKE(D) THE TABLE (110/114)
















I'd asked if I should keep the extra material I'd included in the book yesterday evening. I think that means I should keep the bit about my name being encoded in Matthew 1.








































This morning (after a very rough night at BH) I received what seemed to be a perfect coda to my early spiritual experiences and code signs. At the checkout in Lidl, I met Felicity Murrie, who I haven't seen for years. I told her about the book I finished two days ago and reminded her it was 10 years to the day since the Alpha Course's Holy Spirit Weekend (this was 3652 (11 x 332) days). This was two days before I started work on the code, and I finished and uploaded the edited manuscript two days ago (apart from an illustration I finished yesterday), which was beautifully symmetrical. The checkout encounter was meaningful too, reflecting my encounter with the little man and the fact that The Open Door had a service counter, but I received the Holy Spirit across the room, just as I first met the little man in the middle of Scotmid (I was there with Harry just after meeting Felicity). This had also been reflected in my Uphall Scotmid encounter with the girl.
















About a week ago I had a dream where I stood at the western end of the Gyle and using thought opened a large glass door, then walked out. I woke up at this point, whereupon I saw the words
































which could have two possible meanings.
















I also got
































a day or two later.








































Last night, just before I went to sleep, I got a vision of a blonde female handing me a bunch of keys. She looked unhappy but had to do it.
















Last night I dreamed that I was beside something like the union canal, handling large golden balls. They were an alloy. I was shown pure gold, which was slightly crystalline and not suitable for beating into a ball shape. One of the golden balls fell into the canal (it was mud, rather than water) and I think I retrieved it. This could have been a comment on the book, which is code finds 'alloyed' with personal experiences to make the book more readable. A previous dream said much the same thing, with a chocolate-and-cream mouse I was whipping up. I added more whipped cream to lighten it (at the time I was adding a few more personal experiences to the book).
















I also dreamed about Karen and I going to a holiday home. We had more than one house. I also dreamed I had the power to make myself invisible. This was an 'occult' power, and I felt it was something I wasn't necessarily supposed to be doing, but I could (by saying 'Ayeh' and passing my hand over my chest from right to left) and used it. I was 'fined' £14 and £11 for doing this, but I felt it wasn't such a bad thing to do. People and locations in Pumpherston were involved in this dream.
















I also had a vision on waking up that seemed important but I couldn't quite recall it. It was a word that suggested I should take it easy for the rest of November. A male voice then told me with some exasperation that I should just follow the clues - perhaps the word got mixed up because my own mind interfered with the transmission of the message (Jesus once said that to Helen Schucman when she was scribing ACIM). A couple of nights ago I had visions of sheets of paper with writing on them appearing one after the other, then receding into the distance before I could read them. Perhaps this was a comment on my conscious mind's attempts to control these visions.
















I also saw the word DEPTH during these hypnogogic visions, The Depth being God, which confirmed that our route to God is within.








































Got two worrying statements this morning, one after the other.
















































This, after a recent vision of my shadow approaching on the other side of a mirror (like the vision in December 2009) and the top three dots on a triangle being shaded in, as well as two recent dreams about a strong weed growing in my garden (my house was the shop in Pumpherston) and (last night) a huge plant growing in my house, which my mother didn't want but accepted and which was colourful and associated with some kind of psychotropic effect.








































I had a frightening dream last night about a group of people being touched by demons and becoming like them. Their faces went from convex to concave, like the demons. One maintained his Christian faith afterwards, which seemed pointless. I also dreamed of being a student and seeing a mathematical puzzle which there was a prize for solving (none of the lecturers could). I was nowhere near prepared to tackle it, but thought I might try. The college first appeared as a private girls school in Edinburgh. I was standing naked outside my car when some of the pupils appeared. That's all I can recall.
















Two nights ago I had a very powerful dream about two spiders, one a black widow, which was capturing the other one, to wear it as a jewel round its neck, which I stopped. A woman who looked like Jenny Malcolm then fixed the spider (and lots of other creatures, it seemed) by sticking it to a table with something like white wax, which suffocated it. I then went to the bathroom (this took place in 6 Loaninghill Rd.), which was like a wet room. In it were lots of tall plants, one or two with a few yellow leaves but mostly healthy. they were being continuously watered and were sitting in water, one or two directly on top of an inlet. Could this be my soul group? Could the woman be God or a Monad? She seemed divine. After I woke up my usual uncontrolled thoughts started, but I drifted into the hypnogogic state and heard a female voice saying "That's a bit of a disappointing start". I tried hard to control my thoughts after that.
















Three or four nights ago I had a long dream where I was at a brass band contest and, looking to urinate, found a door which opened onto an outside wall. This set off an alarm, which made me feel guilty, and led to me going back to the contest. This has an obvious interpretation.








































Two disturbing (though not surprising) messages:
































































Had a dream about being on holiday somewhere milder than home and seeing a weather forecast of a polar low coming straight from the North Pole. It was going to hit us directly as well as hitting home, and was going to give snow.








































A lot has happened recently. I'll try to summarise the most important events.
















Last night had an incredible dream about going to a kind of shaman (that's not quite right, but I have no words for it) who told me to look into his eyes a few times and healed me. After this CLM came to me and kissed me. We went into a room but the door slammed and a guard dog caught us (we weren't supposed to be in the building we were in). I woke up and saw it was 4.00 a.m.
















This seemed related to a hypnogogic vision I had yesterday afternoon, when I saw
















TWO A.M. (72)
















FUCK(S) SAKE (77/96)








































A lot (and I mean a lot) has happened in the last few weeks, most of which is in my emails. I'll eventually get them transferred, but I wanted to note a dream I had today. I was descending to earth from a great height. Some force was with me but it then told me I could do the last part on my own, which I did, returning to a house I recognised as mine in the dream, and which had a few elements of this house (e.g., firesticks currently sitting on the hearth were on the roof, like boarding). This was slightly scary, as I could vividly see the Earth's oceans and wasn't sure I could maintain my height. It had some elements of an OBE, rather than a dream.








































Hypnogogic word:
































Am I adopted in some way? Is this the Christian idea of gentiles being adopted sons?
















Dreamed that Patrick Moore (= 144) died. I'm sure he is dead in real life. There was also something about him starting something in 1965 in the dream (1965 = 131 x 15). I also heard a voice saying that someone had a year to live. In another dream I was seeing pictures of the weather on my upcoming holiday in three weeks. There were pictures from Sunday 1 April to Thursday 5 April, the weather generally improving. On the picture for Monday 2 April there was a dark cloud with a skull on it. I got the impression it was a prophecy of deaths related to food shortages.








































Missed a lot out over the past six tumultuous weeks. Here are a few words I got over the past few days.
















































Very, very worrying, this one. (1/5/12: Could also be The Knesset). I also got something along the lines of 'We did fail', or something like that. This morning, however, got a very positive message, which I can't quite recall, but which suggested I was going to get home.








































Last night, got
















JOIN US (88)
















There was a button I was supposed to push, but I held back, as I didn't know if 'they' were good or bad. They were good, though, as the gematria shows.








































Finished paying for Fiona's wedding dress today, which may be significant as it is one year from 1/5/11.
























































Dreamed I had sold 30 copies of the book already. I was happy in the dream but when I woke up I realised it might be a reference to Judas. I asked if it was God's will that the book be written. Then got
















A DEBT (32)








then something like I AM YOU (but not that). Then I had a vision of me leaving the house and there being something like an empty shopping trolley or even a wheelchair lying against the step. This is all very confusing, as the main reason I write the book was because of the vision of two books I had in 2006, the vision saying BEST BOOK I had in about 2008 and also because I was being urged to do something in December 2010 (ONLY YOU CAN DAE IT).








































Dreamed today that I had graduated from college with an HNC (25) in something (NBC?). The certificate printed and I took it. I was telling classmates that it wasn't worth doing an ONC (32). Margaret Paul was there, saying that my version of the book wasn't selling (was she representing the apostle Paul?). I was agreeing that sometimes you just have to read the first two words to know that. I got a level 2 pass in my HNC, except in one area: I got a 1 for "extraordinary mathematical care". I woke up with the song 'Distant Drums' in my head. An extraordinary dream!








































Dreamed at work that I was in a building taking part in some terrible sacrificial ritual, which involved going down a ramp to my death. There was a succession of people before me and the last victim before me was an older woman related to me. I was standing very near the edge of this awful machine and was next to be sacrificed, when I decided I was not going to take part and escaped through a window, running away as the woman shouted that I was a traitor or something like it. It seemed to me that she was mesmerised into believing she should be sacrificed.
















(17/5/12) This probably related to a near-confrontation I had with a woman in a supermarket, who had short, dark hair and was crowding me as I was served (another woman had cut in on me as I went to that checkout). The conveyor belts, the woman and the glass doors/windows all fitted, as did the feeling I had that it was a set-up to test me or that I had attracted it to me, because of the anger I felt at Dougi and a few other things that had gone wrong that morning.








































Dreamed last night that Karen and I passed my old house in Uphall, regreting that someone else had it. Then it turned into my parents' house. We headed west towards Uphall (which was slightly different in the dream), then as we headed south to cross the road, I saw a path I'd never noticed before (roughly behind the Boags' house) and which kept us on the north side of the road. We took it.








































Just had a vision of a man shaking my hand as I stood that the doorway of the lounge in flat 5 of BH. I stood there for a long time, as I couldn't figure out if he was good or evil, but I eventually did take his hand. He was tall with a moustache and quite a 'he' man and I think it was related to my letting some very negative feelings I'd just had (relating to being mocked or something similar) just flow through me, instead of reacting..








































In a recent 'driving' dream, I upset Louise then was awarding Fiona some kind of licence to leave an industrial complex in her car. There were three exits, all with a large speed bump to go over. Fiona was just about to leave by an exit to the left of the main exit in the middle and I was going to get a large sign that I would place over the bump at her exit. The main exit already had such a sign. Fiona was a bit out of control and immature, but she was ready to leave.
















Last week I had a vision of me carrying Harry along a road out of a dark building into sunlight. A sign at the exit said VICTORY ROAD.








































Dreamed yesterday (25th) that it was 21st/22nd december and I was preparing for something. I was given a very small necklace, with a piece looking as if it was made of pewter or something similar (chthonic type metal, as per email to Kath?). It was broken and I threw it in a box. I was also driving around a housing estate with Steve Collins, when he said he was going to go a route I'd already taken. At the end of the dream it was Christmas Eve and I had the feeling of being on the brink of something.
















Made some final discoveries about the code - six encodings each of Pope JPII and OBL in the Genesis Watermark. I'm going to put all my watermark findings down in a series of tables, to be put on my website. These may explain the dream. (29/5/12) The date is very significant; for instance, 391 days after 1/5/11 and 3910 days after 11/9/01. I watched the last episode of Frasier just as I finished these discoveries, the last one being the six encodings of Second Coming (391). I started watching the episode at 5.15 pm and it features a birth and wedding on 5/15. Frasier goes from Seattle to Chicago (SC) to chase the woman he met a few episodes earlier, whose office was room 1510.








































Had a lot of visions as I napped today. One suggested I had spoiled my work.
































That was sad. I asked why but couldn't get much through, except one vision, which confirmed what I feared it might be. Another suggested that the book was not a good idea, as an earlier vision also hinted. It was a personal project for sure, but the website is still ongoing and can be improved.
















Another vision showed a left foot the foot of which was engulfed in blackness. This was probably me and the spiritual attack I've been under. A recent dream showed a map of the UK with cold easterly winds along the English channel. It perhaps suggested the same.
















The first visions I had though were of me outside what looked like a church. In the first vision I pulled a plug out of the rear of the building, from which a cable ran to the front and inside.








































Yesterday I had a little conversation with God about my life. he told me I was lucky to still be alive (two words, the second one being 'alive' and the first starting with s I think: ov 137). I agreed and then he said he was going to change things so that I would live longer. There was some kind of change and it was done, I believe.
















Dreamed yesterday I had buried a man in a blue suit (father? spiritual me?) with a visor for the face and loins, although the loin visor was the wrong way round.








































































answered by
























































Dreamed last night I went up to Margaret Dunn in the SFS warehouse and said, in reference to a pallet of packaged goods, 'pass'. This seems like a good sign, but ominous in a way too.
















Over the last couple of weeks I had some interesting visions, at one point involving white-silhoueted figures cavorting within electric realms.
















About an hour after my iboga arrived last week Margaret Ado came to visit me. Interesting synchronicity.








































A couple of nights ago I got something like:
























































Two nights ago got
































This might have been related to my question about iboga (how much?). I got more but can't recall it now.
























10/7/12 (4.30pm)
















My iboga experience is now over (I was told OVER after 16 hours, in fact, but the physical effects are still abating) and can truthfully say it was an ordeal. The unpleasant physical side effects were most of what made it an ordeal but some of the spiritual truths I was given were frightening too. Most of the spiritual side of the experience was pleasant, however. Lots of smiling faces pirouheting by in a slow and stately fashion (several hours of it!) and scenes that could have been from past lives or equally could have been symbolic. One face that will haunt me is the man looking down in horror, within a huge building that could have been a church or even a barn. Soon afterwards, I got another vision of me creeping round a corner within a building, to see a group of figures, but it ended before I had any idea what they were up to. I was often shown the top of a figure or room then taken down to see the floor, or the feet of the figure. One was a large, powerful-looking man, who had some kind of moccasins on. I'm sure I saw dad and Joe. Joe was with lots of other people in a realm that had the number '7' associated with it (seventh heaven? the seventh astral realm?) and dad was looking down from somewhere higher. Jesus looked in on me twice, appearing like the Prince of Peace in Akiane Kramnik's painting. One figure looked demonic, but as soon as I suspected that it shook its head sadly and reemerged from below as a young, innocent boy. A lesson for me there! Near the beginning I was starting to drift into reverie when a voice said: THE CHILDREN ARE TALKING! Obviously the spirit of iboga wanted me to pay attention. In another vision (they were surprisingly faint and usually but not always monochromatic) I saw Audrey, Angela and another woman between them on a bench outside and the other side of the road from where Audrey now stays., The woman in the middle was probably Pauline as she used to live in the block behind the seat (Angela lives on the other side of the road, so the seat was placed to suggest all three). Angela was twice the size of the other two, which may be an indication of her greater spiritual maturity. I saw a woman in black clothes and headdress with a baby. She seemed to be pushing it's head through the wall of a dark-looking building. That was possibly a vision of a hell-like realm. I was called QUASIMADO and I understand that I am insane at some level. Hopefully the iboga will help me here. I was also told that I hadn't gotten my 'jackrabbit' under control, the implication being that I should have by now. I was called a 'traitor' too. Saw an innocent-looking figure (probably me) with an evil Star Wars Emperor-type figure on his back. I was also told by five women looking out of windows a couple of storeys up (the room behind was lit) YOU DON'T HAVE TO DISAPPEAR. YOU CAN COME WITH US AND DO ANYTHING YOU WANT. That was frightening. I saw occasional bursts of flashing lights, and during the night I could see them with eyes open. Also saw something white on the floor, about the size of a pillow, when I went to the bathroom. I thought it was physical but when I went to the bathroom I realised it was another vision. 12/7/12 - No, it was physical! It was a faint light from the smoke alarm on the ceiling. I think I saw a black woman at one point, possibly the spirit of iboga (which I thanked several times for the healing it was providing). I also saw what looked like tiny figures wearing african masks, or perhaps they were aliens. The faces were flat and almond shaped and the bodies tiny. Later in the experience I was shown a figure chopping what looked like my left arm into slices. I seemed to spoil a lot of the visions that sailed down to me. My unwillingness to face what I was seeing or my desire to change the course of the vision would distort it or cause it to fade away. I was shown over and again that my attempts to reverse the course of visions or my own awry thoughts was deadly to me (a skull was shown each time). About eight hours into the experience I heard LAST ORDERS. Presumably if I had any requests I'd better get them in (I didn't have any). At the sixteen hour mark I heard/saw OVER. Just before I woke up this morning I saw myself having emptied the litter bins in the offices, but that the corridor outside had buckets that still needed emptying. That of course means that I still have work to do. The last quarter of the iboga may help there, but I'll extract the indole alkaloids this time. The combination of the taste and texture of the root bark granules is unspeakably awful.








































Dreamed this morning that I had 'changed sides' and was working for Martin McGuinness. He was a 'rebel' fighter, so this is bad news. I also saw a baby with something on its back, like a demonic device, which was severely restricting it's movements. I asked for help from God but was told it wouldn't happen today. Also heard something to the effect that someone wasn't going to be frightened (the demon?). Just before all this heard SHE's GONE! Christ, what do I need to do?








































Last night dreamed about an Egyptian woman with straight, black hair. I couldn't see her eyes, just the upper half of her head. But she was me. Then I saw STARS ON 45 (151). Later, I saw myself in a mirror, looking quite unhappy, then heard (... INSISTENTLY) REFUSE, TO GO BACK (148, 74, 74). I saw then what was going on, and suggested they give me something, which led to a spark of light in my field of vision immediately afterwards.








































Dreamed of a very large spider (like a bird-eating spider) on the wall of a room with lots of clothes in it. It walked into a smaller room I was in, then I saw the leg of another spider sticking up through a clothes rack. The spider dropped down and walked towards the other one, then I saw Libby where the spider had been. A small piece of the end of her tail then fell to the floor. In another dream I was working in the lab at Unico. David F. in a dark suit came in but didn't walk right into the lab. Then I interacted with a senior colleague, who was working with me on something I had to do.
















In another dream about the same time I was in a race, which was also connected with brass bands. At the finishing point, which was a concert hall, IF was getting friendly with the Coop, Band, something I commented on to others. This was significant, I think.








































Dreamed I entered a lift which was already pretty full, with about seven people in there. I eventually squeezed in anyway and was taken up. Thereafter I dreamed about being on a bus, with AH kissing me, some women from ARH and Karen. Then I went off on my own somewhere. It seemed important, Karen telling me I looked nice with my scarf and other clothes. Another significant dream.








































Dreamed of watching over two babies as they played in a swimming pool. There were crab-like creatures in the water, mainly near the overflow drains. I scooped one child out of the water. She was a bit like Fiona and was biting one of the crabs. In a later dream I went to the Moon with Harry. Here I was jumping up and down to see if I could jump six times higher (re. the Moon/s gravity being a sixth of earth's), but I could only jump three times higher. I had gotten there by going through a tunnel. A couple of nights ago I had a frightening vision, where I was told that there were three people and one of them had been captured. I heard GOT DAVID.
















Took a small dose of iboga liquor an hour or so ago. Definitely made me feel better. I lay down for a nap and had a lovely vision of being on a mountain top in highland-like scenery, then another of someone releasing water, which cascaded into the room below. I also heard
































































The second one seemed positive.








































After my second iboga journey on 25/7, I heard a female say JUST BE GOOD. Next morning (I think) I heard a female voice say NOT SUCCESS BUT HEAVEN, which has obvious meaning.








































A vision today of me in my pale blue Focus, snapping towards the gate of the old cemetary, as if I am going to drive into it. Facing south on the right of the gate is a black car.
















Dreamed of being upstairs in house and seeing a row of stacked Aero bars (Aero = 39 = angel). There are about 40 bars and another one is being added. Aero chocolate is full of air, perhaps a reference to spirit. So are these spiritual treats awaiting me? Or waiting angelic souls? Also dreamed of stacked books, most of which were light in subject matter, apart from one which was black and red and seemed emotionally heavier.








































Big dream yesterday with a lot of energy in it. I was going to Tarbrax for a meeting (I was too in real life), and seemed to take a while to get there, also having each of my daughters with me at different times and dropping them off at little shopping areas. At one point someone in Woolfords asks me how high Tarbrax is. I tell him it is 947 ft but also point out that Woolfords is almost 900 ft too. I get to Tarbrax for the meeting and have to climb up ladder to get there. I leave while the rest of the participants start by doing something I'm not needed for and climb down a level. There is a little musical group there but I pass them and go to a toilet. Little bags of cooked meat and vegetables which had been frozen or refrigerated are thrown down to me. There is also a block of honey but that falls onto the floor. I am going to get it but a bee lands on it and I seem disappointed. I head to the meeting again, going up what now looks like a ramp, which people are being pushed up. I don't want any help, so I jump up onto the top of the slope beside the ramp, with a gap between the top and a brick wall a few feet beyond. There is a drop of maybe twenty feet between the slope and the wall. The meeting room is in the floor above, accessed by a stepladder or by being helped up. Someone is clinging onto the wall like a spider. I make it into the room again, which now seems like an open area. I challenge someone who is 6'5" and who looks like Darth Vader. I also speak to a woman who likes books that are like a modern, less literary, equivalent of Jane Austin. At the end of the dream I see two male angels, who are congoined with one slightly smaller and behind the other. The smaller angel is '1' and the other one is '10'. As I wake up I see an iboga-type vision of a dark-haired man viciously biting someone (who seems like a blob of energy) as they spin away from me. A lot in this dream, which I suspect used y future meeting in Tarbrax that evening to send me a message about the state of my soul and perhaps show me my soul group. I was again worried about having unwelcome spiritual attention, but last night I twice ordered anything demonic to leave, which sees to have helped. The second time I saw (with eyes closed) a blue blob being surrounded by black and carried off. The spirit of iboga still helping me?








































This morning got TELLING EVENTS (79, 85, 164), which suggests the crucifixion (= 164), William Tell and the earth. This all points to my role in interpreting 9/11, although it may have other significance. I'm getting less of this type of information now and more pictorial visions, which is interesting. In fact I only have to shut my eyes and visions usually begin within a few seconds.
















Also got (PLAYIN' WITH SOMEBODY THAT) BLENDS THE BETTER ((284), 159, 443). Several visions, including one of being about to enter a house in the country, which was semi-detached or end-terraced.








































Asked today in the hypnogogic state why I was being attacked so much. Heard (YOU) STOLE MY EARTH ((222), 161). Good sign.
















A lot has happened over the past three weeks, but I feel it won't help to record it, as I'm now sure that a lot of the information I get is from a demonic source.








































This morning, got
































This was encouraging and seemed to come from Jesus. Just before, I'd seen a script in black with red sections highlighted, which was very negative. I couldn't really make it out, so a voice read out the end of it, which was a reproach for not 'going to prison' and a warning that this 'moral' deficiency would be 'eternal'. I think this was from a satanic source.
















I was told yesterday, while thinking of how to proceed in life, that
































I think 'kinny' is a reference to 'kin', so this seemed to be from God. 'Skinny' might be a reference to soul loss, me being a Grey, or something else. It may have started '(you've) no options', or something similar. I think it's probably also significant that the BT hub was put out by lightning and that discovered two blown fuses in Tarbrax today. I got the car radio fixed in Stenhousemuir this afternoon. I was told it couldn't be done as a fuse would have blown in the stereo system because I'd put the wrong code in more than 10 times, but after he repeatedly tried to reprogram it (and after I'd given up hope) it suddenly asked for the new code. Hallelujah!








































I'd just like to record that a few days ago I had a quick vision of a plant with long white leaves and a yellow flower, emerging from a stone wall. I'd been noticing the tiny alpine flowers on stone walls in Kirkcudbright. The white and yellow colours represent spirit (my first vision).








































I had a vivid dream last night about moving into a new house (in a previous dream my old house was becoming infested with spiders). It was terraced and newly built but when Karen and I got there I couldn't remember the address. Then it was given to me (it was an alphanumeric, including 79, commemorating the victory of white people over blacks - meaning, presumably, of good over evil, not anything racist) and I went inside and looked around. It was a bungalow inside. It had a tiny toilet with a little shower across the hall. There were bedrooms too and a room containing a stove built into the wall, with space I could store logs in. The main area, though, was a large livingroom/kitchen, with a second built-in stove. A man and woman were talking in the kitchen and I went to speak to them but they left. I had a feeling they were just putting the finishing touches to it.
























It's my aunt Isa's funeral today, after she died on the 22nd. Kath thinks there's prophetic significance to her death (the High Priest entering the MHP, etc).








Yesterday got a vision of my calculator under the shoe rack at Tarbrax, along with the word RECIPROCITY. I take it to mean that I have more work to do on the code and that if I do it something (a spiritual home?) will be constructed for me (the shoe rack looked like the beams of a house under construction, which I saw when we were out walking tonight).
















Over the last few days, got
































A bouquet garni, or bouquet de garnier, adds flavour to a dish and this suggests that the code is the Christian equivalent of the 'spice of the Torah', which kabbalists call Hebrew gematria.








Also got
































Interesting, but disturbing.
























Last night I dreamed I was walking along a street in Edinburgh (how symbolic) when a white van stopped and out came a man who was dressed like a member of the emergency services but who was actually an assassin out to kill me. I took his big rifle from him before he could shoot me, though, and turned in on him. But there were no bullets. Then a second van stopped and another man came out to shoot me. I got his rifle from him too, turned it on him and this time shot him dead, because the rifle was loaded. "Oh, my God, I'm a killer now", I thought. But I knew they were evil, part of the secret control apparatus of our corrupt governments and after me because of what I knew, so I firstly phoned my wife/mother to warn her these people were about and there had been an incident. Then I was about to phone a man I know called Brian Allan, who is (in real life) a paranormal investigator and knowledgable about conspiracies, when the dream ended. Interestingly, the only people I mentioned on the phone today were Kath and Brian Allen, who has also helped me, so there may have been a precognitive element to the dream (I've been getting a few of these again recently).
















A very strange dream yesterday morning just before I woke up. I was watching a young man singing a song. It was the 1950s and he was a student, Scottish, with blondish hair and a confident air. The song he was singing had become a national hit and I can hear it now as I write this. It was a Scottish ballad and he was singing it unaccompanied. I don't recall the words, but the tune is as clear as a bell. It was in waltz time (3/4). I don't know how my dream compiler can compose a tune for me, but I've never heard it before as far as I can recall.
















I had a dream two Saturday nights ago about someone being cut in half. He was in agony but it had to be done. I had the awful feeling it was me, in that I've always had trouble integrating my spiritual side with my baser nature. I was very troubled by it and went to Beecraigs to wander around. Later I had a vision about two paths, one taken by me, the other taken by a young blonde-haired man I've occasionally seen in my dreams. Maybe I take my dreams too seriously, but one like that can really throw me off. From K.: I was told that this is the foundational type and shadow of the New Covenant. Abraham had to take one animal (typifying the Christ) and cut it in half. God then put Abraham to sleep and passed a burning torch between the pieces. It was called "the cutting of the covenant" the burning torch is revelation. It's how the two pieces are made whole/one. We can't integrate the two ourselves.
























Important vision this morning. I saw a toilet seat (me, representing the mercy seat) being dipped into the toilet by a black haversack. Then I heard the words "You're a terrible storm, terrible storm." (ov = 434) The meaning is obvious, as haversacks are meant to be worn on the back. Hurricane Sandy is raging in NE USA and . I was also told something like "We've warned you about this before." This is true, as I've seen me as an innocent man with The Emperor from Star Wars on his back. Dreamed last night of driving my car in various places. At one point I was in Broxburn, another time I was in the Falkirk area with people and children who reminded me of people from Unico.