Does God exist? Many people, particularly in the West today, would claim that God has outlived His usefulness. Science can explain everything that matters. The rather less knowledgeable men who wrote the Bible and the Koran have now been superseded by men who are much wiser about the world around us. They know far more. But do they really know anything more about what really matters, who we are, why we are here, and what happens to us when we die?

It would be foolish to claim, as the fundamentalists do, that the Bible or the Koran are the very Word of God. The words in these books were written down by men at varying times, for varying purposes. With both the Koran and the New Testament, the written words date from many decades after the words were spoken by either Mohammed or Christ respectively. With the Old Testament, the earliest surviving texts date from centuries or even millennia after the events described.

The best that can be said about any of these books is that, in places, they show evidence of God’s inspiration. But there are also many contradictions to be found in the various works where the hand of man has clearly amended the original inspiration. But is God’s inspiration really limited to such a small number of works? Has not God in fact inspired other men across the millennia?

There is evidence that the ‘heretic pharaoh’ Akhenaten was inspired by the self-same God 1300 years before Christ walked in Palestine. Was it the Voice of God which told him to build a city far to the north, away from the corruptions of the temples of Thebes, their false gods, its evil priests and a people who were in thrall to sacrifices? Why did Akhenaten have ideas so far outside his time?

The idea of One God who could not be represented by a statue was novel. The concept of monotheism, that there was only One God was not an idea which was current in his lifetime – so why should he have this idea? And why should he pursue it with sufficient conviction to oppose the greatest power in his kingdom – which was the priesthood? For the power of the priests rivalled or even exceeded that of Pharaoh. And was his inspiration the real basis of Judaic monotheism?

What was it that made him stand out from the long line of kings? What made him the one recognisable pharaoh in a line of clones? The pharaohs are represented by the scribes and artists in a remarkably monotonous form – an ideal of Egyptian manliness. There is a similarity of line and figure. He is represented in various forms, from realism to grotesque caricature.

Akhenaten breaks the mould. Why did he have such convictions? His religious revolution was short-lived. His new city did not survive his death. And the power of the priests was amply restored in the reign of Tutankhamun. As Akhenaten’s daughter said so poignantly, “The envoys came to ask for gold. He gave them God”. It was not what they wanted.

Thirteen hundred years later, the man we know as Christ walked in Galilee. He too was a man who referred to God as ‘his Father’, a man who felt that God told him what he should do. The New Testament, the second part of the Bible, tells something of his life. But so much of what the Gospels tell of him owes more to myth or pure fiction than it does to fact. Ultimately, he too failed. He tried to be the Voice of God to an uncaring and unheeding world.

He tried to tell man what God wanted. God did not want sacrifices to the false gods of man’s invention. God wanted men to live in righteousness, to seek for truth and justice, to be hardworking and honest, to prefer good to evil. It doesn’t seem much to ask. Is that not how most people live? That is what the media pretend. These are supposedly the standards by which ‘free’ men live in a democratic society today – if you believe the advertising. But the reality of it was too much to expect in the past. For just as it is today, it was too often corrupt power that ruled the world, with injustice, indolence and deceit as bedfellows. The only difference today is that the corrupt men who rule now have a power which the men of old could not imagine. And the ways are repeated down and down the echelons of society. ‘Conform. Do as you are told or we will destroy you.’ That is the reality of the commercial world today. I have seen too much of it personally.

In the end, Christ failed totally. Instead of turning men to God, they turned him into god. Instead of abandoning sacrifices, they made him into a sacrifice for their own salvation. Although Christ proclaimed one God, they created a religion in his name of three gods amalgamated into one. It is a far cry from what he really taught. But for a variety of reasons, Christianity has survived, with some of what Christ taught, along with much that he did not.

Like Akhenaten before him, Christ taught that the right way was the way of peace, not the way of the sword. Now Christian priests give their blessings to tanks, missiles and bombers. They could hardly be said to be following in the footsteps of the one they claim as Master. But perhaps they are following in the footsteps of their real master.

But, how I can say with such certainty what Akhenaten believed and what Christ really taught? There is a limited amount of historical data about Akhenaten, although much of it is misinterpreted by the experts to fit in with modern theories about the primitive religious beliefs of the ancient Egyptians. Historically speaking, there is almost nothing known about Christ. All we have are the conflicting accounts to be found in the New Testament and many more fanciful accounts in the Apocryphal New Testament and the other so-called Gnostic Gospels from Nag Hammadi. Then there are the almost certainly third hand accounts in the Koran.

I can speak as I do because we have been given an account of the real life of Christ by a principal eye witness – Mary Magdalen. Her story came to us directly. Her spirit linked into Jenny’s mind and spoke directly when Jenny was in a trance-like state. It was a gradual process. At first she would just sob and sob and sob, saying little but “I knew they’d take him – I knew they’d take him”. Then gradually she began to say more. Over the weeks, a much fuller picture began to emerge of her life with Christ. It does not do a lot of credit to the disciples. It does even less to the Church.

Christ died because he dared to question the god of the priests of Israel. He died because he denied the validity of their sacrifices and therefore threatened the power of the priests and the wealth of the temple.

Mary’s was the first full story that was ever given to us. It began in April 1986. [1] Then, a couple of months later, the trance experience was repeated with another woman from antiquity. But this woman was from even further back in time – 1350 years further. She spoke of her faith. She spoke of the desert and the green. Almost from the start, I knew it was the daughter of Akhenaten because I had been led, through many strange connections, to links to Akhenaten in the months before I had met Jenny. Was it destiny that I was to meet her through an advertisement she placed in a magazine? It was Prediction magazine and Jenny’s advertisement was for Egyptian papyrus paintings? Did she have to be put in touch with me so that Ankhsoun could speak to me through her? Jenny had lived in Egypt for a while. Was this when Ankhsoun linked to her? There is no way of knowing.

When Ankhsoun spoke, the whole tone of the communication was different. Mary’s manner had a gentleness, but mostly an overriding sadness. Ankhsoun’s communication was quite different. She had much more of a range – from childlike, vibrant excitement to absolute terror as she described different aspects of her life. Mary’s life had been largely one of toil. Ankhsoun’s life initially was one of privilege. She was princess, Pharaoh and finally Queen. But her life was anything but easy and in the end she knew terror worse than anything Mary ever suffered. Sometimes, as she spoke, the emotion became too great and she lapsed into her native tongue. It seemed very much what might be expected of someone who had learnt English as a second language.

Ankhsoun spoke of her husband Tutankhamun, her father Akhenaten and her mother, Nefertiti. And what she said enabled me to understand much more the politics of the reign - the reign which, according to official records of Egyptian history, never was. For Akhenaten was eliminated from the King Lists compiled on the orders of Seti a hundred or so years later. So was Tutankhamun. The records were drawn up by priests, the sort of men who have been notable throughout history by their concern for their version of truth. Was it not the same mentality of man that forced Galileo to recant his erroneous theory that the earth was not the centre of the Universe, but merely a planet in orbit around the sun? But do not priests claim to connect men to God, the ultimate source of truth?

After Ankhsoun had given us her story, I did some research on that period of Egyptian history and I was able to produce a theory which fits with all the facts. Different Egyptologists each have elements that are correct but none of them puts all the correct bits together. But in a recent article that appeared in the NZ Herald Zahi Hawass, the Director of Antiquities and the most powerful man in Egyptian archaeology, was very critical of Akhenaten. He seems to share the opinions of the priests of Amun as well as an approach to the tomb of Tutankhanun, which mirrors that of Lord Carnarvon before him. He should beware.

But Akhenaten and Christ are men are from long, long ago. Why do their true stories matter to the high tech world of rampant greed and mass consumerism today? Why should these two women be sent to tell us as the twentieth century was drawing to its close? The devotees of every religion will tell you that theirs is the only truth. The rest are all false. In Revelation 22,14, the compiler has taken great pains to say that nothing is to be added or taken away from the words in the book. These words have clearly been added by man, not God. I have often though that Revelation should end at 22.13 – I am Alpha and Omega – the Beginning and the End.

Moslems believe that Mohammed’s revelation was the final revelation from God. The later Bahais believe theirs was. But why should God be constrained by the preferences of any religion?  God has always communicated with men as and when He saw fit. It would appear that He rarely chose priests! It seems likely that Mohammed’s revelation came because Christians had gone so wrong with their Triune god and their doctrine of Salvation.  Islamic civilisations flourished during the Dark Ages in Europe. Perhaps, for a time, they were a people who were inspired by God. Look at any star atlas to see all the Arabic names. Was it because they too in time turned away from God that their civilisation began to fade?

In the Middle Ages, the most magnificent buildings on earth were built to the glory of God. For 500 years, the tallest building on earth was Lincoln Cathedral. Now man builds to the glory of mammon. On my brief visit to New York in 1985, I was struck by the location of St. Patrick’s Cathedral, dwarfed by skyscrapers….. That spoke volumes about the real nature of belief in that city. Space could not be wasted around the cathedral. Their true god was obvious for all to see. That nation seems to have missed one critical word off their banknotes. Surely the Americandollar should say ‘In THIS god we trust’.

Man today mocks God. It is fashionable to be a rationalist, a sceptic. Religion is for the inadequates, those too feeble to survive on their own. And it is certainly true that religion does attract some of the feeble minded. The worst sects are some of the most prescriptive, such as the Mormons or the Jehovah’s Witnesses. ‘You will believe this, or else’ is the message, even if it is the velvet glove. For inside is the iron fist. They do find many converts among the poor who like some kind of fellowship, some kind of community inside the church and will believe what they are told without question. And whether it be the Jehovah’s Witnesses, the Mormons the churches of Polynesia or the largest and most powerful of all Christian sects the Catholics, no matter how poor the people are, they can still give to a rich church to make it yet richer. Why do so many of the churches behave as Robin Hood in reverse?

But the mainstream churches tend to be rather less prescriptive, and less strongly community based. Their members are more free to believe as they please, but even so it would still probably be unwise to say too much to the priest. Even there, the majority now go to church for social reasons. Few members of the congregation could answer detailed questions on what they really believe about the nature of Christ or God, still less about what they were supposed to believe.

When you look at the actions of so many of the clergy, is it any surprise that the Church is held in so much contempt because of the actions of so many priests? Can the Voice of God really that of paedophiles or homosexuals? There is grave reason to doubt that. These men supposedly stand before us as representatives of God. Muslim terrorists kill in the name of God. American soldiers are told they are doing God’s will when they kill Muslim ‘terrorists’ who oppose their invasion. So what is the real Voice of God? How can we know?

The real Voice of God can be found indirectly in inspiration, in man’s real achievements in the past – music, painting, literature, some scientific advances even, but not in the instruments of death and destruction. God’s Inspiration was once found in rulers and even politicians long ago, but sadly, that would seem to be no longer the case today. Decent honest men with integrity do not long survive now. They bend to the will of the powerful or are broken. The evil in the world is just too great.

The Hand of God can also be seen in the myriad little coincidences which permeate our lives and should cause us to wonder. They are every bit as much the Hand of God as the Hand which the hymn writer tells us ‘Paints the wayside flower and lights the evening star……and gives our daily bread’ And part of that bread, our food for life, is in these strong coincidences, God’s real words – very precise evidence of His Hand in our lives.

The sad sceptics, with their empty, materialist world, would have you believe it is all chance because chance is the only god they will accept. Their belief system can cope with no other. The greatest intelligence that they can possibly comprehend is their own – a sad limitation.

But there is a far greater Intelligence – one that chooses to interact in the affairs of this planet, in the affairs of men……..Which brings us back to the lists of kings. It is only another coincidence, of course, an acronym. This acronym was brought to my attention in late July or early August 1990, just after our return from Egypt On that trip, I had noticed a series of pharaohs, all of whom had in common the hieroglyphs ‘Maat Ra’. There was Neb Maat Ra – Amunhotep III. There was User Maat Ra – Ramses II, Ka Maat Ra – Hatshepsu and Mun Maat Ra – Seti I.

I puzzled about why all these cartouches should be drawn to my attention around this common theme – Maat Ra means ‘Truth of Ra’. Akhenaten had been concerned with precisely that. He understood that long, long before him, men had been inspired by God. They had worshipped Ra, perhaps from the period when the pharaohs were first described as Sons of Ra, back in the 5th Dynasty, 13 dynasties before Akhenaten – 13 centuries, also by coincidence according to current chronology estimates.

In June 1991, we had visited the Temple of Abydos and I had stood and looked at the original King List for the first time, the first unambiguous example of the rewriting of history. It is probably the earliest record of an official lie. I had a row with a not very knowledgeable Egyptian guide who was explaining to tourists how they had missed out all the pharaohs of the late 18th Dynasty, including Horemheb who was the last pharaoh of the 18th Dynasty. He was explaining it to a Spanish tourist group in English. I turned round to correct him, pointing out that Horemheb’s cartouche was there. He assured me that it was not as he remembered that from guide school. I read the cartouche for him as he clearly could not read it for himself. Then one of the tour group members told me “It’s no use arguing with him. We don’t listen to him, anyway.” So I had good reason to remember the King List.

And it was a few weeks later, back in Epsom, Surrey when I was reading the Sunday Times one afternoon. I came across an article about NASA’s SETI Project. Suddenly it dawned on me that the acronym SETI – Search for Extra Terrestrial Intelligence – was also the name of the king who had ordered the King List at Abydos. Or perhaps the idea came from one of his advisers. Seti figures very prominently on it anyway.  And what my psychical research had already established was that there did indeed exist a Source of Extra-Terrestrial Intelligence. In effect, my work was the first successful SETI project ever. There is powerful evidence to be found in meaningful coincidence, vital evidence for the existence of an external, orchestrating Intelligence. NASA, in contrast, has found nothing but random noise, however many computers are included in the search.

The meaningful coincidences exist at a subtle level. You can dismiss them as ‘chance’ - or see them as guidance – and, either way, act accordingly. If you see them as chance, you will not be pestered with them for long. If you see them as guidance, you will find the strength and frequency will multiply. There is an interactive component. Such a component has been noted by others before us. Arthur Koestler and Colin Wilson have both written about this effect, but neither studied it to the extent or with the same commitment that we have. And as it is interactive, the return is proportional to the investment.

Meaningful coincidence can be a guide in our lives. It is certainly evidence of a Power that knows the future, a far greater Mind than we can even begin to comprehend.

The first very specific example of detailed, prophetic intelligence involved the Lockerbie air disaster. For the first time, this particular incident also involved the concept of precise Codes.[2] The key code, presented to us as a car chassis number three weeks before the disaster, detailed which aircraft would crash, where it would crash, which airline, what time and why. And before the ‘rationalists’ dismiss it as ‘chance’, to this list should be added the fact that I had specified the make of car, the model of car and even its engine size. It came with these numbers on it to a garage 15 miles from where we lived and 40 miles from Lockerbie. It came just nineteen days before Clipper Maid of the Seas kept its date with destiny in the Scottish hills, beside the little church at Tundergarth near Lockerbie[3].  Spooky? Eerie? Astonishing? Uncanny? Just chance! These are the sorts of reactions I have had. Needless to say, the last one, of course, was a psychologist.

Lockerbie was certainly the most powerful of the early coincidences. But it was by no means the first. It was the first, highly specific series of coincidences linking to a particular, high-profile, world news event. The train of events in that period began a few weeks earlier when we saw the film The Seventh Sign. This is a fictional film about the End of the World, based on the Biblical Books of Joel and Revelation. In contrast to most of Hollywood’s output, it was quite inspired and, predictably, a flop – too intellectual for the masses, a hero who didn’t splat people with bombs or bullets, no witches or aliens, no sex to speak of either. No wonder it failed. But that film has echoed strangely throughout our research, finally washing up with the Sumatra tidal wave on Boxing Day 2005.

This brings me back to the strange connection in that name also. It is merely a play on words. Purists can dismiss it if they so please. And it relies on a word play in two languages. Remember the sequence of the pharaoh’s names - Ka Maat Ra, User Maat Ra, Neb Maat Ra and Mun Maat Ra? I think it was the morning of 27th December that I had written an alternative page for my Lux Aeterna website, entitled The Da Vinci Code, trying to clarify the connections between the fictional Da Vinci Code and our real Codes which, for the last nine months, I have termed the Alpha and Omega Codes.  For the previous couple of years I had called them the Enigma Codes and before that, the Destiny Codes.

But whatever the name, they are real, and they are not a creation of the mind of man, in contrast to The Da Vinci Codes. I can partially decipher them. But I did not create them. The Mind that created them is far greater than mine.

I had been writing about the curious parallels between the deaths of two queens – the one who had been queen and the one who should have been queen – and their common link to the monolith in Paris – the Sentinel of Eternity. Both queens were executed – both sacrificed to suit the powers-that-be, one for a false god, the other for a false house. They both knew too much for their own good and neither could be silenced – not in this world, at any rate. They could do too much harm to those in power. The people might listen and how dreadful it would be if the people were exposed to the truth.

The first queen was carried past the spot where the obelisk was to be erected less than a century later at the entrance to the Temple of Luxor. She was on her way to her death in a cruel sacrificial ritual in the Temple of Karnak.

The other queen stood in the Temple of Karnak, three and a half millennia later. This time, the photographers milled around. By coincidence,  she and I had both chosen to go to Egypt at exactly the same time, in May 1992. As she stood in the temple, I stood beside the Nile, and the signs told that death would come on swift wings for the Queen of Hearts. Five years later, she sped past the very same obelisk, now in Paris, minutes before the crash in which she died. (5.57.07 pm) [4]

By coincidence, on 13thAugust 1831 – 13.8.31 - the good ship Luxor arrived in Egypt to carry the obelisk to Paris, a gift to the people of France from the Sultan of Turkey. And it was on 8.31.97 that this woman, who should have been Queen of England, died. (5.58.32 pm) Is it destiny? She had Code 558 in her passport – and in July 1990, I had come to understand that 558 in the Codes was associated with ‘death’ and with ‘Egypt’. That was a Code we first understood on the very same visit that had drawn our attention to the Maat-Ra pharaohs. And it was the first and only time we managed to visit Akhenaten’s ‘City of God’ – his attempt to create a Promised Land in this world. (6.00.04 pm)

And at the very moment that our plane took off from Cairo’s Heliopolis airport, her husband, the Prince of Wales, was thrown to the ground, breaking his right arm in two places. He never did choose to understand that warning, despite our attempts to educate him in the language of God and Coincidence. But what did he need to know of God? After all, he would be Supreme Governor of his own church, the Church of England. It was his destiny, was it not?

On 28th December 2004, I was writing about the obelisk which stands in the Place de la Concorde. I had to check whether these obelisks of Luxor Temple had stood there when Ankhsoun was taken to her death, because she was kept prisoner in the Temple of Luxor in a dungeon of a room for several months. The temples were added to progressively by different pharaohs. One pharaoh in particular, Ramses II, was more noted for appropriating earlier pharaohs’ monuments and claiming them as his own by adding his own inscriptions. Londoners can pop along the Embankment by Charing Cross Bridge and see a fine example of this. The central line of the obelisk carries the cartouches of Tutmose III, who predated Akhenaten as ‘Lord of the Two Lands’. And the outer columns sing the praises of Ramses II, a hundred years after Akhenaten. That obelisk also has a twin which stands in New York’s Central Park.

How can it possibly be just chance that led me to New York in December 1985? I had a very insistent ‘voice’ in my mind telling me I must go to New York. Perhaps, to some readers, that might be an everyday activity. Certainly air travel has mushroomed in the past two decades. But it was a new experience for me. I had flown only once in my life before then – from Newcastle to Manchester in an Avro 748 around 1979. Now I seemed to be being ‘told’ to fly to New York, a city where I knew no one, and to book nothing but the flight. I had little money, relatively speaking, and no job. I was living on the remains of my redundancy pay, having taken voluntary severance after twelve years’ work.

I had left one job, my main career in chemistry and sewage works management, moved to London for another general management job in a group of private London colleges, only to discover, quite brutally, that telling the truth was a real impediment to success in the world of private enterprise. Local government had been rather more tolerant of such behaviour. There competence had not been such a disadvantage. It was only a bar to promotion. The London job did not last even three months. But it did bring me significant connections, if not the connections that matter in the business world of market forces, for my psychical research progressed in earnest.

So I was somewhat more than apprehensive about going to New York. But I went. I trusted the Voice more than I feared the unknown. By chance, my eye fell upon the name of a hotel in the taxi driver’s guidebook. I told him to take me to the Hotel Wales. It turned out to be two blocks away from the Metropolitan Museum which was the main object of my visit, s I understood it. It was where I intended to go to see the Akhenaten collection. Central Park was quite beautiful the next morning. Overnight there had been a light covering of snow on the ground. It was the morning of 21st December 1985. I had to wait for the museum to open so I walked over to the obelisk.

Once again, I found the Americans had been more thorough, more competent than the British. Someone had bothered to translate the hieroglyphs so that the man-in-the-street could read the meaning of the symbols on the stones, if he cared to do so. Sadly, in Britain, nobody seemed to have cared. This impressed me particularly because, thirteen years earlier at the British Museum, after visiting the Tutankhamun exhibition, I had gone to the Thames Embankment to look at the obelisk there. I had remembered being intensely disappointed that there was nothing to help read the signs and tell me what the message of the obelisk really was. And again, even in that there is a strange coincidence of dates. It was 13th August 1972. Now I can read some of the hieroglyphs – but more importantly, I can read the signs relating to both this life and the next. Perhaps it was always my destiny. Perhaps I was always meant to be linked to Ancient Egypt, the nearest anyone can get to a Land of Eternity in this world.

But did the Voice that told me on 19th December 1985 to go to New York, the Source of Intelligence that thus caused me to stand in Central Park on 21st December 1985, know that that precise day, three years hence, would bring the Lockerbie air disaster? For, on that very day, the day Pan Am 103 fell to earth on its way to New York, we had just opened an exhibition of Egyptian paintings.  The exhibition was not exactly busy – Melrose station certainly wasn’t Waterloo Station! We sold only one painting the whole day. And we sold it at 12.21 pm. I discovered the entry and the time in my notebook much later. That picture was The Eye of Ra.

So, was the Voice that told me to go to New York in 1985 the same Source of Intelligence that could see so clearly through the mists of time, precisely three years hence, to the Scottish hillside 55˚7’N at 7.03 pm? Or is it all an incredible series of meaningless coincidences, just pure chance? And precisely how can ‘chance’ put a very specific thought into the mind?

The obelisk which stands in the Place de la Concorde in Paris today has its twin, but not in London. It was all thanks to the generosity of Turks to whom the monuments meant nothing anyway. No – it still stands where its builders created it – in front of the pylon of the Temple of Luxor. The removal of the other obelisk from in front of the temple was as much cultural vandalism as the destruction of the Buddhas by the Taliban. Nowhere in Egypt today will you find two obelisks standing outside a temple pylon. It was the last remaining example.

The inscriptions on its face all echoed the virtues of Ramses II to the heavens – north, south, east and west, they all say the same – User Maat Ra, User Maat Ra, User Maat Ra, User Maat Ra. These monoliths were not usurped. They were actually Ramses II’s own obelisks in red granite, beautifully faced and beautifully inscribed by men who cared what they did – in contrast to too many modern men today, in the western world in particular. So, on 28th December 2004, I found the answer to my question. No – the obelisk was not standing when Ankhsoun was carried to her death. She was carried past the spot where Ramses was to put his pylon gateway and later his obelisks outside the main temple.

It was probably the next day when I was trying to find out the exact epicentre of the Boxing Day earthquake which triggered the tidal wave in the Bay of Bengal that I discovered that its epicentre was off the coast of Sumatra. Suddenly I realised it was very much a part of the Alpha and Omega Codes.  A Greek symbol flashed into my mind – Σ – Sigma, the mathematical symbol meaning ‘sum’ – for Sum Maat Ra. Then I understood the rest – ‘the truth of Ra’ as the obelisk said. User Maat Ra – powerful truth of Ra. For that is the meaning of Ramses II’s cartouche. But even then, 1300 years before Christ, this powerful king was not sure he could trust the priests. [5] What changes?

To understand this reference, you will need to read The Pointers and read about our experiences at the great temple of Abu Simbel. That booklet explains the derivation of the 557 Code, through 558 in Egypt and 559 with the Gulf War, as well as the San Francisco earthquake of 1989 and fictional film about the End Times, The Seventh Sign. Alternatively, details can be found in The Alpha and Omega Codes.

The last few days have brought very strong words from what I believe is the same Voice that told me to go to New York in 1985. It relates to the Sumatra tidal wave and the meaningful coincidences which preceded the earthquake itself. These bring us to The Da Vinci Code. The hero is a Symbologist – a truly dreadful word which seems to have become an accepted term. Symbolism is the concept I discuss – not Symbology. Symbols have meanings for me. And priests have used symbols for millennia, as have nobles, institutions, secret societies and royal houses, with their coats of arms. But The Da Vinci Code seems to have brought the ideas of codes and symbols to a much wider public, particularly with regard to religious ‘truths’. Perhaps that in itself is an indictment of priests. And so often it is symbols which lie at the heart of meaningful coincidence. Jung’s account of his synchronicities or Koestler’s accounts of meaningful coincidence can be read with benefit.

Meaningful coincidences revolve around symbols which relate to specific elements in the real world. On 26th and 27th December, there was a series of strange coincidences revolving around my scientific consulting work, in which I was paid to manage a waste water treatment plant in New Zealand, and also around my final typesetting of the words of Mary Magdalen for this book. On 27th December I was resetting the chapter headings to match the illuminated letters.  I had also been changing a few line breaks to set page sections. It had caused me to read Mary’s words again for the first time in ages. At some point, I became aware of Mary’s spirit linking into my mind. She was very angry, very angry at what the Church has done to the story of the man she loved. She warned again, very forcibly, of the Wrath of God to come.

It was not until the night of the 29th December that Jenny got the idea to check what we were doing at the time the earthquake . struck. She was staggered by what she found. She had had signs of an earthquake and my actions on the waste water treatment plant had caused a flooding. Later on, when I came to look back through the photographs for that day, I realised there had been a powerful symbol to convey the message ‘On the Beach’.

On the afternoon of 26th December, just as I discovered the flooding on the treatment, the Voice had said to me “This is what I will do to man!” At that moment, the tidal wave of death was on its way out of a clear blue sea under a cloudless sky. Does not 2 Peter 3,10 say The Day of the Lord will come as a thief in the night… It came almost silently, without any warning. And then the Voice continued “It has begun!”

 In The Alpha and Omega Codes there is an explanation of the rendering process and the waste water treatment plant – what has been my paid employment for the past eight years here in New Zealand. The reason I explain this is so the reader can understand the significance of the coincidences. They operate on two levels. One level is evidence of guidance and inspiration – I get ideas how to solve problems, how to treat a strong, difficult effluent to minimise the pollution effects on the river. I have to do this in an environment where, despite all the protestations to the contrary, nobody really cares much about effluent treatment. Years before, a factory manager said to me “I don’t know why you care about the treatment plant. Nobody else does.” It was a good example of the way New Zealand managers bolster staff morale – ‘Passionless People’ indeed! The regulatory authorities pay lip service. All too often the staff they employ have inadequate knowledge. And they are more concerned with indigenous ‘cultural safety’ than with science or with placating public opinion. Factory owners everywhere do as little as they can get away with. Doubtless this is the same around the world. After all, it is the way of market forces. Things are tolerated in New Zealand which never would be by the River Authorities in England. Throughout the country, a sloppiness prevails in the ‘clean, green paradise’ of Aotearoa. Not for nothing is ‘She’ll be right’ the national watchword.  Everyone claims to care. It is the PC thing. Few do. $$$ are what really matter – and political correctness. New Zealand has adopted the gospel of market forces to a greater extent than any other country in the world, to the great detriment of its society as a whole. But, as St. John says By their deeds shall ye know them.

Is it just chance that I had managed to identify one particular process unit in the factory, one which had been badly run for years, as the main cause of the waste water treatment plant problems? I had asked for four flow meters to be put on but this request was turned down as too expensive. I regarded it as essential to minimise discharge to the waste water plant and maximise product recovery. Eventually two were installed but incorrectly sized and proved almost useless. I managed to find an alternative meter, through a series of chance conversations – a much cheaper meter of a different type which could cope with the particular hot effluent I needed to measure. When it came, I was very much struck by its name. Its brand type was Maddalena – a homophone for the Italian version of Magdalen. It says nothing on the meter, only on the instructions that came with it. The first time I ever that I read the meter after its installation, it read 22.9 m3. 229 is the key code number in The Seventh Sign, the fictional film about the End of the World.

Random chance, is it?  Or is it more evidence of the ‘Blind Watchmaker’? And is it also chance that a few weeks later, on the eve of the anniversary of the Lockerbie air disaster, 20th December 2004, the anniversary of my flying to New York, the Maddalena meter read 557 m3. Remember Lockerbie – 55o7’N? And then, a little later that evening, the meter, having run since mid morning, stopped. There was a problem with the production line. The meter had stopped at 557.7 m3. I photographed it. It was off for half an hour. Just after I had seen that reading, I went to read the spectrometer to get the results for my waste water analysis. The effluent was finally in compliance after over a year of poor results. A new factory had been built with insufficient thought being given to the effluent treatment. The modifications I had then designed had finally been implemented the very week before.   I had shown them to be necessary as a result of the new factory which had just been built.

So, my theories had been proved correct on the waste water treatment plant. And my theories on the nature and origin of coincidences were also proved correct. The meter stopped at 5577. That particular Code does not mean Lockerbie. It has two meanings. One is ‘Heed or Perish!’ – relating to the Jupiter Schumaker-Levy-9 comet collisions of 1994. The other is ‘Bengal’. Of course, you could always be a ‘rationalist’ and ignore the evidence. The logic appears to go something like this: “It must be chance because I have no other explanation. Anything else makes me uncomfortable. Let’s just mock it and then no one will dare believe it.” Or is it nearer to the truth to repeat the words of one Guardian journalist in the newspaper canteen a day or so before the first anniversary of the Lockerbie disaster in 1989 “If you are right, it scares the hell out of me!”? The picture is even bleaker today.

We’ll see who is right later this year. 2005 has opened with the aftermath of one of the worst disasters in recorded history. The death toll continues to climb. Hundreds of thousands of people are dead or missing. This morning’s paper rates it 8th out of the 20 worst disasters in the last 300 years. 2005 marks the 229th anniversary of the existence of the United States of America - a people who are technological giants but who appear to be led by moral dwarfs. It is a dangerous combination. However, they seem to prefer it that way. After all, did not the majority democratically re-elect President Bush because of his ‘principles’ – if that is not a contradiction in terms. Is it just coincidence that the following helpful statistics came up on the screen on the night of the American election? President Bush’s supporters had spent $229 million getting him re-elected – back in the driving seat for Armageddon – event code 229!  [6]

Year 229 of American independence begins on 4th July 2005. The Lockerbie disaster was set in train by an event on 3rd July 1988, the eve of Year 212. And so many Codes revolve around 212. Year 229 will be a year of disaster for the power that considers itself to be the greatest force on earth, answerable to no one, able to lie, cheat and deceive at will and kill on a whim sorry- pre-emptive strikes for its own security.  Does this society really represent the peak of modern civilisation?

And the Voice also said: ‘Each disaster will be appropriate to the lifestyle.’ The signs of The Dorset Disaster to come have been repeated and repeated and repeated. An American nuclear power station will be destroyed. I do not know which, or when. It would be dangerous to know, given the stupidity and paranoia of secret service organisations round the world. Just as, earlier, I was given the precise details of the Twin Towers disaster in the Codes – in 1991. I could not crack the code until after it happened. At the time, I worked on an USAFE airbase in England, disguised to fool the British as RAF Chicksands. It was a spy station, whose sole function was to identify all threats to the United States of America. The intelligence that came to me so precisely was ‘Lockerbie comes to America!’ By chance, it all revolved round the weekend of 9-11 to 9-14 1991 in US dating. [7] But the Sigint squadrons could not tune in to this ultimate Source of Intelligence. It was certainly not Humint either.

9ll is past. 914 is yet to come. The only time element that the Codes give for the Dorset Disaster is that it will coincide with the final crisis for the Prince of Wales, perhaps on the death of his mother, the Queen. After all, does a man who has betrayed his wife and his God really deserve to succeed to the throne? This is a man who is now determined to marry the mistress who helped destroy his marriage. This was the mistress he never intended to forsake when, in his marriage vows to his wife, he promised before God to ‘forsake all others’?

 Was it just a coincidence that he made a mistake in that service? Or did God cause him to tell the truth? The vow he actually made, when he modified the Archbishop’s words from the Book of Common Prayer, was ‘And all THY worldly goods with thee I share’. Was that God causing him to speak the truth? He intended to put nothing into the marriage. What would his vow be worth as a Coronation Oath? But then the coronation service would be so un-multicultural, would it not? Maybe he could get rid of any references to God to avoid offending the atheists, the sceptics and all the multitudes who behave as if there is no God – no one to whom they will one day be answerable.

Should such a man really be Supreme Governor of the Church of England. After all it is entirely because of his own behaviour that this is now a church in which he cannot himself marry? The Codes are so inter-connected. The Church of England was founded so that a King could divorce his wife and marry his mistress, a mistress who became Queen and then sacrifice. [8]

The kings of England figure prominently in The Alpha and Omega Codes. We have been aware in the past of the spirits of two of the former kings of England – Edward VIII and George VI. But, on Christmas Day, for the first time, we were aware of the spirit of another king, a much earlier king. For some reason, of late I have had many links to Cambridge. I had tended to associate this with the fact that the SPR (Society for Psychical Research) was founded by three Fellows of Trinity College. The links seemed to be particularly strong in the last few days leading up to Christmas 2004.

We have tended in the past few years to get up early on Christmas Day – four o’clock in the morning – to listen to Nine Lessons and Carols from King’s College, Cambridge. In October 2003, I had visited King’s College Chapel for an ordinary Evensong service, only it was not quite ordinary. It turned out to be the inauguration service for a new Provost – a New Zealander, and I have lived in New Zealand for the past 10 years.

I found some aspects of the service quite moving. The organ was wonderful, the choir was excellent, but the congregation was pathetic – a lot of tourists. The chapel was full – 200 people plus. Hardly any of them sang the hymns, in contrast to Worcester College chapel the night before when I had returned for a College Gaudy. At Worcester, there were fewer than 50 in the chapel, but they made more sound than 250 at King’s. The tourists just turned up for the spectacle. To me, Evensong is supposed to be a service to worship God – not a tourist spectacle. The people had no belief in God and either did not know or would not sing the hymns, in spite of having service sheets with the words. There was almost no one anywhere around me singing. The final hymn was so incredibly  appropriate

All my hope in God is founded
He doth still my trust renew
Me through change and chance He guideth
Only good and only true
God unknown
He alone
Calls my heart to be his own  [10]

 After the service, as I listened to the organ voluntary, my attention was drawn to an old oil painting brightly lit above the altar, Outside it was now dark. Inside the lighting level was fairly low. The chapel truly had a wonderful atmosphere. But it was not until the events of Christmas Day that I began to wonder whether that was because of its Founder. Did I feel something there because of him?

We got up, as usual, on Christmas morning 2004. I was puzzled because it was late when I awoke. We had missed the start of the service. The alarm had not gone off and it was ten past four. So often I seem to be woken at the right time, even without an alarm. I went down to my study chapel and put on the BBC World Service and was horrified to hear we were being inflicted with the history of Indian cricket. Then they told us the time in Islamabad. They were explaining how it is a religion in India. It is a pity the BBC does not see fit to transmit the remnants of real religion, rather than the false religion of sport which permeates so much of today’s society. But it is the new, commercial BBC World Lack of Service.

I was really angry. We had printed off the service sheets from the internet the night before. We always enjoy the choir singing because they sing so many of the carols we have sung in choirs, but they sing them so much better. We managed to connect up to listen to the service of Nine Lessons and Carols online on the internet in the computer room – with no atmosphere, through tiny computer speakers, with a connection that kept breaking because it is only ‘dial-up’. Thanks were due to the BBC for another wonderful experience, conveying British culture to the world! Or should that now be multi-culture? What a pity they do not take a leaf out of the American book in that respect. New Zealand television does little but bring American culture here in three and a half out of four channels. The disease of global ‘inclusivity’ has obviously finished the BBC. After all these links to Cambridge over the past few days, it seemed strange that we had not been able to listen to the service as we had in previous years.

We went back to bed for a few hours after which I got up and had a bath. Then I became aware of someone linking into my mind. I called to Jenny and she came into the bathroom and wrote down the words that came to me. It gradually became clear it was the spirit of King Henry VI, founder of Eton and King’s College, Cambridge. He spoke at some length about his time and how he could compare the people today. He too spoke of the Prince of Wales. Later on, I tried to find out a bit more about Henry VI. It was a period of English history that I did not know much about. I knew quite a lot about the Tudors and subsequent monarchs, but little about the Wars of the Roses.

I read a summary of Henry VI which is really an indictment of man. Basically, he was ‘a failure as a king – too much interested in scholarship and religion, too honest for his own good and too trusting.’ That seems to me not an indictment of a king, but an indictment of man. It seemed significant that he should come and speak to us now. There have been various coincidences in the past few weeks which I can now understand in relation to him. There is also something that happened to me in 1962 which links both to him and to inspiration.

The Alpha and Omega Codes warn that there is a heaven and there is a hell. The people who link to us have clearly passed the Judgement. We hear nothing from those who have not. Many will give you comforting, channelled stories from entities who claim to be all sorts of people from pre-history, from mythology, even from other worlds, star systems, or other ‘dimensions’. But where is the evidence for truth in anything of what they say? For unless such voices can be externally authenticated through real people, from obscure books, for instance, or from cross-connecting, near contemporaneous, meaningful coincidences in the real world of space and time, they should not be trusted to be what they claim to be.

I have no doubt that Neale Donald Walsh has conversations with an entity that claims to be God. I am equally sure that it is not God. Its philosophy is totally alien to anything that comes to us. Yes, it makes the rich feel good. The gospel of ‘Abundance’ is the new sanitised name for the Gospel of Greed. He has a great following in the ‘land of the brave and the free’. I am sure God is concerned with how you can get rich. That has always been a strong tenet of religious belief if your religion is Mammon. It does not figure very prominently though in either the Bible or the Koran. ‘You are not rich because you have not wanted it enough!!‘ That was the explanation of the entity to Walsh. Would that be another way of saying ‘Greed is good and more greed is better’? What about increasing your desire for abundance? The problem with the world today is that too many people want it too much and they are not too particular how they get it.

More honest religions have seen wealth not as something to be sought but as a trap for the unwary or the greedy – very much a two edged sword. Whether his voice is true - or whether my Voice is true – will have to be weighed up by those who read our respective books. The evidence for the truth of my Voice is to be found in the manifold interconnections which weave through space and time, linking Akhenaten and Christ, Ankhsoun and Mary Magdalen to the many significant events of the last two decades and ultimately in the not too distant future to the End of the World, an event which is now in its initial phase.

The Source of Intelligence, which has for nearly two decades warned of the End of the World, gave precise details of the Lockerbie air disaster nineteen days before the plane hit the ground. It also indicated the Columbia shuttle disaster three months beforehand. And there were many very curious signs around these two disasters. Was the latter not indeed a warning in the skies of Texas for its former Governor? It disintegrated over a town called Palestine, with its Israeli astronaut – pure chance, of course!!

The signs and coincidences showed us on 16th/17th August 1997 that Princess Diana would be murdered around 1st September. People may say “Why did you do nothing about it?” What is the point? No one would take any notice anyway. We have lost count of the number of journalists we have attempted to interest in these matters. To a man, or occasional woman, they are all sceptics. But understanding the codes requires a rather longer attention span than the average journalist can manage.

One older journalist in Edinburgh was different from the sheep. He did listen – maybe, in part, because he had once had a strange experience on a Boeing 747, shortly after they came into service. He said to me “If you’re writing, assume it’s for 10 year olds. You won’t be far off.” Perhaps that is what is wrong with journalists. They get so used to writing for 10 year olds that they read like 10 year olds too. “This is too difficult.” “It’s obviously nonsense because nobody ‘important’ is promoting it - presumably a TV newsreader ‘personality’, a pop star, a super model or a footballer would need to give their valuable nod of assent to it. Then it would be worth looking at.”

God’s Codes are too difficult for the average ten year old – so maybe most of mankind will never understand. But that will not stop the End from finally progressing to its inevitable conclusion. The priests prefer to ignore our evidence. After all, it kills their god, the one who died for them. The scientists ridicule it because ‘there is no God’. But they are not scientists anyway, because they do not want to know. For that is the meaning of the word scio – I know – the kernel of the words ‘science’ and ‘scientist’. They should seek to know – and to understand. But each has a narrow field of interest. Each can neatly separate his work from any religious belief he may individually have. For me, the two are inextricably entwined, inseparably and coherently inter-connected.

God does not overturn the Laws of Space and Time. There are no miracles other than the tiny miracles of coincidence. Water to wine is a cheap magician’s trick. Raising the dead is not in any man’s gift and, make no mistake, Christ was a man and not a god. Incidentally , in talking of raising the dead, there are two occurrences of the name Lazarus in the New Testament and the two stories are in fact rather contradictory. Is that not food for thought? It is man who needs miracles, not God, because the signs give the warnings. The words that come to us are totally uncompromising. It matters little to God whether you heed or perish. But it will matter rather a lot to you – or at any rate to your soul. God has finally lost patience with mankind.

But ‘heed or perish’ does not just relate to this world. For we must all surely die. It relates to what happens to your soul when you leave it. And The Alpha and Omega Codes have much to explain about that.

So, when you have finished The Da Vinci Code, ask yourself what it had to say about the Bay of Bengal tidal wave. What did it have to say about God’s Judgement? What did it have to say about heaven and hell and the survival of the spirit? What did it have to say about life after death? But if you are into rituals and you are quite happy with the hieros gamos, then obviously that is the book for you.

But if the soul is of any consequence, you would be well advised to look next at The Alpha and Omega Codes.   

PS: And what does The Da Vinci Code have to say about the Dorset Disaster? The time as I finish writing is 7.39.20, forty seconds to 7.40 pm. By chance, 740 just happens to be the Code for the Dorset Disaster!  [9]

2nd January 2005 

Footnotes

[1] The Chernobyl disaster occurred exactly three weeks after the spirit of Mary Magdalen first started speaking. Strange! Chernobyl is said to mean Wormwood. Revelation 8,11 gives this as a sign of the End Times -The star which poisons the waters is called Wormwood.  For more on Mary Magdalen see Mary, Daughter of Elohim

[2] There were elements of Code just prior to the Herald of Free Enterprise disaster of 1987, but Lockerbie was orders of magnitude more advanced in its precision.

[3] See Lockerbie and 557  More details are given in Chapter 13 of The Alpha and Omega Codes for more details.

[4] Times as I dictated to Jenny

[5] See The Alpha and Omega Codes – Part III – The Temple and the Tomb.

[6] See The Seventh Sign in The Alpha and Omega Codes.

[7] On 28th July 2005, a strange coincidence as I was driving down the M6 reiterated one vital coincidence of that weekend. It was further confirmation that it was not chance but intelligent design, a foreknowledge of the future. Neither was the date chance. It was the exact 60th anniversary of a B29 bomber flying into a New York skyscraper in 1945. The Day the Sky Fell is the title of a book on the accident.

(As Jenny was typing this, she commented that B29 is 2-29. As soon as she said this, I knew I had made a mistake when I wrote the original chapter. It was a Mitchell B25 that hit the Empire State Building. The B29s dropped the atom bombs, Enola Gay on Hiroshima on 6th August 1945 and the other on 9th August on Nagasaki. What a curious link to Code 229 and the End of the World it was though. I looked at my watch as I made a note in my notebook. It was 11.59 pm – one minute to midnight on 16th September 2005. The normal description of the Armageddon Clock is how close it is to midnight, although we have an alternative Armageddon Clock as well. Is it just chance, or is it not highly symbolic that 17th September in New Zealand is Judgement Day – the day of the General Election. The message is the same again and again and again.)

[8]  There are very many other interconnections – very precise, very thought-provoking – evidence for Design - and inspiration on an incredible scale. See The Sentinel of Eternity and Belshazzar’s Feast.

[9] Pool circulation system – overnight leak – time critical re England trip re book publishing – [Today 20th June 2005 – computer code error – here in page section setting – again] – Sentinel of Eternity – like with Jenny’s book last night – Radiation – Chemotherapy also – 55775 at 25588kW – Circulation pump total failure 22nd May – train of events JA – John Martin book – The Balance – The Last Judgement –It seems possible that the Dorset Disaster will come in Year 229 of America’s existence. See Part III - ?-A Question of Survival

[10] Note added 1st October, 2007.   I came to understand the deeper significance of the choice of that  hymn because of some words which came to Jenny in August, 2006.  It relates to the fall of the Twin Towers and the inspiration of Herbert Howells who wrote the tune.  See Why All My Hope On God Is Founded