The mirror-world is interesting. In May I saw the Forces of Light start to gang up on the British Home Secretary, David Blunkett. In August he was unmasked in a sex scandal. He was "Mr. Morality," squeaky clean—law and order and righteous living were his mantras. Meanwhile, he was having a secret affaire with another man's wife. That is the human shadow in operation; living a dark life of great lies, while insisting on high standards for everyone else. Finally, Blunkett got caught in December, in another scandal fiddling some dodgy paperwork for his ex-lover's nanny. He had to resign. (See: Bingo! Plunkett Falls at Last).

Three days ago there was a massive fight in the mirror-world, which took place in the collective unconscious of the British mind. Imagine it as an etheric dogfight in the mirror-world skies over sunny England. What I saw in that fight was that the Forces of Light are now after Gordon Brown, the one I call Jabba-the-Hutt. Gordon Brown is the finance minister, which is known as the Chancellor of the Exchequer over there. He is cruel, bulbous and mean. His blob-like features, oily skin, and crumpled clothes give him the air of man that once walked past a bath without ever discovering what function it might serve.

They call him the Iron Chancellor, because he looks down on humanity with utter disdain, while he crushes the very life and soul of the British with endless tax and law. And when he's milked them for all they have got, he squeezes their pips and demands a bit more. Everything in Britain is twice or three times the price of it elsewhere in Europe and America. The crippling cost of daily life in Britain is the indelible mark of Jabba's podgy fingers round the throats of ordinary people. Brown is the epitome of the Fat Controller—arrogant, callous and mean.

He is famous for selling the entire gold reserves of the country at the knock down price of $290.00 an ounce. Try as I might I can't discover how much gold was in the reserves, the figures seem very hush, hush. But it would have been many hundreds or even thousands of tons of gold that were sold. Gold is current trading at $444.00 an ounce. That would be several billion pounds that he has cost the British taxpayer in lost assets. Brown never did explain why he sold the gold reserves, but it is generally thought that he was part of a global conspiracy to drive down the price of gold at the time. I don't know if that is true or not, but selling Britain's gold reserves at the bang down rate of $290.00 an ounce looks either conspiratorial or plain stupid, one of the two.

Many resented Blunkett because he imprisoned people without trial, but Brown takes the cake, he is truly, deeply hated by one and all. Small business people especially detest the imposition of endless paperwork that he requires of them that they can ill afford to tend to and fill out. My guess is that Brown will also go in a scandal. I'm pretty sure it's a sex thing. I might be wrong but I saw him in another vision an hour after the dogfight. He twitched and then did up his zipper (not a pretty sight). I can't say if it's rent boys or the French maid but it will be something like that, that's my guess.

As far as I can tell, the Forces of Light are not allowed to hurt people but they can strip away a man's pretense, his mask if you like, and they can undermine the transdimensional ghouls that protect him so that his darkness comes out for all to see. Blunkett fell nine months after the Forces first gathered around him. But I reckon from watching the mirror-world battles this week that this is Jabba-the-Hutt's last stand. I reckon Brown will go sooner or later, to be replaced with a more kindly soul—hopefully, one that doesn't hate his fellow men and women, inflicting endless pain on them. Britain needs leaders that really care for their people not those besotted with power, regulation and ugliness.

The Forces of Light don't seem to be after Tony Blair as yet, but that may well be because he's dying of a broken heart. It's self-inflicted. He went for cardiac treatment again recently. And at the end of all the pain and mayhem Blair created, what did he get for his trouble? He got the coalesced blood of the innocent under the fingernails of his soul, and he got ridicule and derision as a liar. The full extent of that won't become apparent for a few years until the 9.11 story collapses. Then on the upside, he got pomp and circumstance and a week's free holiday at Berlusconi's villa—spaghetti and a suntan by the reptile pond—not worth losing your soul over in my view.

Poor Tony, he was abducted by an unseen, demonic force, trapped by self-importance to be carried away to a mirror-world hell with a broken heart on his sleeve, fatally wounded by the rat-a-tat-tat of his endless platitudes. He might win the next election but he doesn't have a spiritual prayer as a human, not long-term anyway. Tony Blair is a very cunning man but he will never escape. No one can escape his or her destiny especially not once the door closes.

When he lied about Iraq in order to justify war he sealed his fate and then there is the matter of the mysterious death of Dr. Kelly, who might still crawl out of his early grave to bite our Tony on the bum. It is alleged that Dr. Kelly was murdered and that Tony Blair approved the hit. I know of no evidence to support this theory, though there is a lot of speculation as to how Dr. Kelly died. The official story and the facts don't quite gel, to put it politely. You may remember Kelly was the whistleblower who unmasked Tony Blair's lies over weapons of mass destruction and the phony threat of Saddam Hussein.


© Stuart Wilde 2004
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