Saturday, 26 January 2013

Jimmy Savile in Hospital Satanic Underworld

Reports have emerged that Jimmy Savile engaged in Satanic rituals while serving as a Porter at Stoke Mandeville Hospital in Aylesbury, Buckinghamshire. See: The witness described an ordeal that took place in 1975 and came forward to relate it to a therapist in 1992, many years before the story broke in the mainstream media in 2012. The incident took place in the hospital's basement, which, like that at my hospital the John Radcliffe, is huge and labyrinthine. It consists of service tunnels, underground storerooms, boilers, tanks and other machinery spaces. The witness describes him as "not the leader"; then who was!? The witness was aged just twelve at the time; nevertheless she was brutally beaten and raped by the adults present, including Savile. Reports about Jimmy Savile's abusive nature were not even published until 1998 in the book ...And the Truth Shall Set You Free by David Icke. Despite this, why did it take over 20 years for this story to come to light, after the villain had died without being caught? That's a long story the really needs its own article.

I know what you're going to ask: Have I ever heard about any similar goings on at my hospital? No. If I had I'd have spoken out about it immediately. Hospitals are highly secretive places and all staff are bound by an official code of confidentiality which means we simply do not discuss what goes on within the walls of a hospital with people who are not directly involved. Therefore it is perfectly possible for all kinds of hair-raising and stomach-turning activities to go on in a hospital without anybody outside it ever finding out. To be honest there are things I experienced in my twenty-three year service that I'm not willing to discuss, mostly for my own peace of mind, but which would shock you if I did; but none of them are relevant to stopping the New World Order. For something as serious as this report about Savile I'd break the confidentiality rules without a qualm and have it up on HPANWO the very same day.

This is not the first time stories have broken out about strange goings on in hospitals. In fact I include one of them in my new novel The Obscurati Chronicles, see: A few years ago the Australian researcher Stephanie Relfe published The Mars Records which, among many other things, suggested that there were secret bases under most major hospitals, see: I did check to see if there was any trace of anything like that at the John Radcliffe but couldn't find any. If any of my serving Brother and Sister Porters have heard anything along these lines since my discharge then could they please let me know; in the strictness of confidence.

Sunday, 6 January 2013

One Year On

It is one year ago to the day that I was discharged from the Hospital Portering Service.

I wondered back then what would become of me. Would I survive? Would I lose my home and end up living on the streets? Would I be able to carry on with HPANWO? The answers are no, no and yes respectively. I have a new job, I am still living at the same place as I was and can afford all I need to eat. I can also afford regularly to visit my lovely Ustane in Nottingham. It's true that I have a much smaller income than I did as a Hospital Porter; I couldn't do my usual tour of the conference circuit this year, but I still went to the two Exopolitics conferences, see: . Also this wonderful caring universe provided several conferences that were cheap and easy to get to, like BUFORA: . Last years BUFORA event was in Northumberland; if it had been there again there would have been no way I could have got to it. Since then I have started HPANWO Radio, which would have been very difficult if I were still a Porter because of doing shift work. I have made many new friends and have done my first live conference lectures. I've been in a very similar situation to Tony Farrell and Kevin Annett, but compare my experience to theirs. Both those men lost their homes, Kevin lost his family... I have no right to complain! I've come through this experience very easily. What will the second year of my post-Portering life bring? Who knows!

It's true that I miss the hospital; I miss the camaraderie of Portering. Whatever happens in the future, my life as a Hospital Porter will always be one of the foundation stones of my experience of this world. But I don't miss Portering or the hospital as much as I feared I would. Just a few short months after my dismissal the hospital's social club closed, which is extremely significant and symbolic of the malaise that currently affects the NHS; see: The word I hear from my Brother and Sister Porters and the civilian staff I've kept in touch with is that this malaise is getting worse. The end result will be the destruction of the NHS entirely, which was always the Government's plan from day one; day one in this case being in the late 1970's. It's taken almost 40 years to demolish one of the country's best-loved institutions, but with gradualism, problem-reaction-solution, along with apathy and demoralization on our parts, anything can be pruned. No, I've got few regrets. Despite the difficulties I face, I'm better off out of it.