The Human Filter System

The Human Filter System:

“We Shall REMEMBER THEM, their sacrifice and their pain,

and let this story be remembered, when you do return

again”?

‘Empty chairs, and empty tables’……..

“one of those chairs I might have sat in next to,

during the Wartime year of 1942”?

I didn’t survive for long in my previous lifetime, I was a young man who had just learnt how to shave, ‘but now suddenly, I would have the responsibility, and the licence to kill other human beings(“within reason and instructions ‘of course”!), and I had joined an RAF crew during World War Two , and I would have the responsibility to accurately bomb chosen targets!

“That’s your plane”, said the ‘short-term’ physical trainer, as our brisk jog from our temporary barracks took us past the active, and very noisy runway, and it was the physical instructors duty, and his responsibility to prepare us physically for War, and to be fit enough to fly.

My reasoning for this urgency to volunteer, was after witnessing the horrific bombing scenes of nearby London City, and to the other Cities in the United Kingdom who had suffered devastation and disruption, and so with my angry, frustrated and youthful thoughts I was eager to get my revenge, and to prevent further, having visions of the death and destruction that were witnessed before, that must have given Germany both confidence and hope?

These scenes, would hopefully, never be witnessed again!

The loss of life that was inflicted upon, ‘not only’, to the occupants of the City of London, but to other Cities Nationwide, and so soon after witnessing those dreadful scenes, that, in London were known as ‘The Blitz’, and it would install retaliation into many young men, who would ‘join the fight’, and I eagerly volunteered to join the RAF.

My eyesight was young and accurate, and this accuracy would be useful, not only with a gun, but also with pinpointing bomb targets from a plane, and with this observation I was encouraged to join the RAF, and with little training (“that I have no memories of”, because my visions, that were relived in my very deep comatose state, were focused upon the ending of my previous human existence”!)

I was given the responsibility to accurately navigate, and release our heavy bomb load upon our given targets, and to many innocent victims below, and I hope that their permanent sleep, and their souls, were eventually resurrected to now live happier and healthier lives, in a ‘more peaceful’ World, and into a better life?

————————————————————————-

The plane, that I was currently flying in, and would be responsible for tonight’s intended carnage, was a Wellington bomber, that, ‘funnily enough’, were made ‘very-near-to’ where I worked and lived in Surrey! It would also be the destination that I would return to, when I would be born in Surrey, and where I lived for nearly four years of my early years!

I can remember those very early years, from the age of about

our ‘unchallenged flight’ across the glistening English Channel, and the bright full moon would be another unfortunate witness to the night’s tragic events, and the sound, and the sight of the orange explosions ahead, did not offer ‘much in the way of encouragement’ or comfort like a cracking wood fire, in our forward journey, and the faint noises of the bombing, and from the glowing sky ahead were yet to be experienced, and it was like travelling to a dance/disco/rave, that you definitely didn’t want to go to!

We were now experiencing some, ‘ever-increasing’ flak, from the bombardment of exploding missile’s, that were awaiting ahead of us, and those ‘squid-like’ puffs of black, would also be warnings to “stay away, and to come no further”, but this action was, unfortunately, not an option, and we continued going forwards towards the coast and the enemy that awaited us

We were now flying over the land, and the attacks were ferocious, and the pilot would offer ‘some words of comfort’, but they probably weren’t heard, and the crew probably had their own personal thoughts anyway? “What was I thinking”? ‘Probably’……. “I’m gonna get my bloody head blown off if I lay here for much longer”! My position in this plane was very uncomfortable, and with all of the black puffs of flak, it was difficult to see below, but the bomber planes, that were ahead of us, obviously had success, because the ground below was how I would imagine the “flooring of Hell to be”, because it was ‘as if’ the ground below was a snaking movement of fire!

“Prepare yourself for our bomb drop”- the Pilot said to me, and it would probably be one of the easiest drops that I had to make, because the target was already glowing brightly, and I/we were just going to add to that!

“The last words that I remember were ‘bugger, where did he come from”, and the plane immediately plummeted- “nobody had the chance to-bale outall had hopeful, and desperate person;al pleas for a survival that would be very, very unlikely, as we plummeted downwards and into the bright, and the dancing land below.

I was not killed instantly, “no”, I was to suffer more pain and mental torture, and I was trapped inside of the plane, and both of my arms were crushed underneath the plane’s twisted combination of metal and wood, but there was a rip/tear in the surrounding fuselage, and I could look upon, and inhale the foreign soil and the air, before I would, then, sadly see the slow movement of the ‘snake-like’ meandering fuel, that approached the flames with it’s uncontrollable, and eager slither, and I would remember no more!

These traumatic and disturbing, but very enlightening images would be experienced again, when death was so very close again, ‘in fact’, only a ventilator was keeping me alive, when I lay in a deep comatose state, and what I experienced, both mentally and physically, has affected my thoughts, ideas and my movements for the remainder of this life!

After being in a deep coma, and briefly being the images that were seen by me, gradually returned again, ‘as did I’ to this planet earth 26 years later, ‘as a human being’, in the year of 1968, but I would only have the ability to experience the past, areincarnation when death lingered again!

It would be our maiden flight, but the interior of the plane wasn’t full of the sounds of excitement, or confidence, and instead it was eerily quiet, except for this one young man, who suddenly broke the silence with his cowardly and defeatist whimpering, that echoed from the rear of the plane, and haunted our mission!

Our plane was unchallenged, along with the other planes in this squadron, as we our journey across the glass-like sea,which was reflecting the yellow from the big and bold clear moon, would be a witness to tonight’s proceedings, ‘as well as’ being a comforting ‘night light’!

was so very, very close, ‘in fact’, I momentarily died when I was being operated on, but the surgeons managed to revive my body, and I survived the operation, but I was to lie in a still and death-like body for several months, and I lay motionless in a deep coma; The cause of my death, would have been from a ‘brain haemorrhage’, and my survival, was both improbable, and remarkable!

I had a ‘Venous Malformation’ - ‘a rupture of a blood vessel, that was situated at the base of the brain, and it was very close to the bodies central column, or the spinal chord;

next before and then to successfully join an art college, and to expand my portfolio with more in 1991, end uprooting from this beautiful landscape

Noggg

of the ‘far Southwest of Cornwall, in England, was definitely not favourable- “in fact it would be a decisive factor for my career, and for my future”!

The advancement though of computer graphics, would also be

another persuasive negative, because I was already ‘old school’, and the decision, that I made, would be a decisive one, and it would alter the direction of my future, which would also combine with geography(“where I lived and would work, because this region was only just acknowledging computer graphics, and they were first introduced to me towards the completion of my graphic design course, and it made me feel like I’ve just wasted years of my existence completing work by hand, ‘as well as’ spending my meagre savings on quality pencils, specialist felt tip pens, and paints, ‘as well as’ purchasing one of those big art folders, which would be required then, to display and protect your artwork in, but students in the ‘more advanced’ colleges this country, would probably already have had years of experience with technology, and using computer graphics, ‘as well as’, having compact and lightweight computer discs to display their artwork on, rather than , having the expense of needing fine art equipment, the need to require the big and clumsy art folders, when they might suffer the inconvenience of fitting a computer disc into their pockets! “But, it’s not about how your ideas are stored, it’s about the ‘ideas’ that are stored inside of them”!

——————————————————————————————————

Have you ever listened to a convincing, and convinced story concerning reincarnation, and immediately dismissed this thought, as one being told by either a ‘mad, or a senile fool’- “I did”!

“Do we all get one life, or several human lifetime’s, on ‘this planet’ Earth, until we all truly acknowledge the possibility/probability of reincarnation, and returning again as either an animal, or a human being ‘one day”? “Is that thought, or idea, one that’s only told by ‘mad or senile old fools”? Hopefully my voice(“which I eventually managed to regain”!), or my thoughts, will be read and ‘digested’, because the thought of returning to a World, that’s still infected by Wars, deceit, and treachery, isn’t enormously appealing! “Will ‘we’ return again-‘via’ experiencing life again, firstly through animals, and then as human beings, and will we be repairing what we had previously broken”?

Is planet earth just the beginning of your existence (“or your alien existences”) on future liveable planets in other galaxies, which are like large ‘stepping stones’ towards the finale of your existence in “let’s have a reasonable guess, and say in 2 billion years time”?

“What happens next, will there be any more”?

“Possibly, probably if the human race’s behaviour is

pure,

but I’m still seeing violence, cruelty, and suffering with

the continuation of war”,

“You’re ruining my creation, that was a planet full of life,

with either a bomb, a gun or your fists with a knife,

and those who have died have returned to me,

and they shall be reincarnated for you to possibly see”!

“I helped to create this Universe and planet, along with

many others,

and some had different ideas to me, but I treat them

as Brothers”!

“When this Universe eventually ends, then there’ll be

forever darkness, that’s cold and bleak,

and they’ll be no-more thoughts, visions or speak”!

“Yes, that’s correct, and on this occasion you’ll suffer no

pain,

but I need to look at attitudes and behaviours, before I

create another Universe again”!

“I’ll try to create the Universe with my original thought,

where the people show kindness, and love, and a World

where it’s frequently taught”!

Science is believed above the possibility of religious intervention creating this World, or the possibility of reincarnation’, but there’s no conclusive evidence to prove this, and with the earth’s rotational speed(‘believed to be considerably fast’), along with its relatively quick movement towards the sun, then that combination, might possibly give the human mind the ability to remember situations, and experiences from a lifetime before, or several lifetimes ago, especially if something memorable occurred in that lifetime”!

Past existences may influence your present thoughts and ideas, and your desire to constantly improve perhaps?

The Universe is thought to have been created billions or trillions of years ago, by a gigantic sphere of flaming gases and solid matter, and science is often believed above religion, BUT from where or how did this humongous sphere of fire come from? “Was it sent down purposefully with

Its magical appearance would light up the barren darkness around and below, and it would be the ‘flaming-fuse’ that would eventually create the Universe of planets, because it would eventually explode, and eject an incalculable number of pieces, that, with the aid from the Universe’s wind and its rotational speed, would eventually become round planets, which exist in their own galaxies(“scientists can only offer a mere estimate”!) but the thought of distant and unknown galaxies, along with their planets and possible life, are like empty canvasses for your thoughts, and your ideas, to exercise your imagination, and

supports to create Worlds that might exist in that particular atmosphere, and what the inhabitants may look like!

Could there possibly be a plan,e)t'- that’s in the furthest and jopöpbleakePr, be a the '?lo ous sphere of fire, brought light with its

orangey glow”,

“But from whom, or from where did it come, and the

speculation begins,

as we experience the emotions of life, without

committing any sins”!

motions and events, before ‘we/the human race’ improve those ? Do we Your gang can be the Germans, and we’re the British soldiers, so you go and hide, and we have to find you”! In the ‘early years’ of the 1970’s, mock warfare between the English and the Germans was always of popular appeal at primary school, or in playing fields after school, or at the weekend well it was at my Primary School, and village anyway”!m

Those ‘older boys’, who had obviously exorcised ghosts of an unknown past(“playing a mock warfare”!) had matured away from those earlier years of mock warfare, by defiantly playing football in the school playground, where any ‘ball play’ was restricted to a small and plastic ball, and a ‘previously smashed’ window, was on display, ‘as if’ to remind pupils why this ruling was in place, and even young boys of 5-10 years of age, would immediately receive ‘the cane’ if this rule was disobeyed! I would bypass any ball games, and would instead prefer to play a British soldier, who would always be fighting a German soldier, and it was somehow, ‘as if’, even playing a German was a degrading ‘short straw’, and please don’t dismiss this writing as a piece of fictional absurdity”! “I underwent thorough mental tests, and quickly surpassed all of them, but I didn’t declare my visions for many years afterwards, until I could investigate those visions further, and the first of these visions was so clear, and quite enlightening, and I was inside of war plane in 19confetti being thrown, and it was outside of a church, that was in a village where I used to live many years before, and it was also in the village where my Fiancée used to live, and where her mother and father used to manage the local pub- or alcoholic drinking establishment, I would also briefly see outside of the warplane, and it was a Wellington Bomber, and we flew during the nighttime;

I was in a long and deep coma, for, “what you might say” was a relatively short time, because the ‘deep period’ would last for just one month, but the comatose state would continue for a few months more, and it was the period of the comatose state when voices could be heard, and when reactions were made”!

I could clearly remember though, what and how the comatose state happened, and it was because I suffered a ‘Venous Malformation’- ‘a very sudden rupture of a blood vessel in the brain, the proximity of which was toward the base of the skull, and next to the spinal cord!

“I had died on the operating table, and I believe what I saw next can only be seen when you’re either very close to death, or when you actually die, like I did, albeit briefly, on the operating table;

“But what’s this …….. ‘confusion really affected my little head",

“You naughty boy” - were the words that I heard next-

“get in your bed”!

“My voice had changed, and I couldn’t express my point of view,

well, obviously I could, but my bark was really annoying you!

This is a true story, which is written by a survivor of a severe brain haemorrhage, and despite being in a long comatose state, I surprisingly survived, and what I saw and experienced, would alter, ‘not only’ my physical abilities, but my attitude towards life and death, that I hope eases your sad thoughts, and alters your actions in life, in a positive way?

“I under-went, and successfully completed, many mental tests, as well as regularly completing years of physical therapy, that continues(‘at home’) to this day, and I hope my words are not dismissed by anyone who is immediately thinking ‘Uh - o’- ‘nutcase alert”!!!

The Universe……….. “I would not be surprised to hear of other sightings of life in other galaxies”! Is there a life in every galaxy, and aren’t we all aliens in this vastness of the universe?Might the toxic planets, that are deep within this universe, be ideal living atmospheres for its inhabitants, or ‘aliens’?

Does our galaxy only support the oxygen and the fresh air that humans require to breathe? Is there other life ‘out-there’, that’s hidden beneath its own poisonous atmosphere(“or protective shields”?), and is it a deterrent for other aliens/humans to investigate further?

Is there another life in another galaxy?

‘Some of us might watch science fiction films, or educational programs about Space, the Universe, and scientific details about the planets that we can reach, ‘and yet’ more ‘findings’ are bravely discovered, as the possibilities and the threats of the Universe can become a serious threat!

“Opinions, opinions……. we all have our views,