Hawk wanders the trail. Aware of no restraint called time. Wandering timelessly the three lane highway - past, present and future - visualising it much like a CD-Rom in which all three highways are inter-connected. Programmed by the mind in mundane state to be limited by life heading from past to future with only scant awareness of the present. In the mundane state, Hawk is a mortal mystic, scouting the trail for any clues left unmarked by the seemingly skilled covering by the 'Shining Ones' ...Aware is he that secret societies play a major role in this mystery. There is cleverness and there is deception - on a grand scale. Societies perhaps surprised by the light shining in the darkness, however briefly it does ... perhaps fleetingly it does illuminate that which those in the shadows hide behind their closed doors.
Hawk is aware that a throng of many like minded 'conspirators' pitch their minds together in this cause. Maybe there is a mental barrier been placed around the locality of the Shining Star ... maybe remote viewers well versed in these matters makes it difficult for her locality to be visualised. In the mind of the mystic there has been many places ....
But the fact remains, an image recurs and repeats over and over again ... the same visions in the mystics mind - the remote grounds of some 'stately home', grounds in which deer and other proud creatures roam. A large and isolated estate away from prying public eyes. Owned by hidden wealth and prosperity. Gravel and metalled roads twist and turn within these grounds .. a black range rover often drives around these roads. A large house exists within these grounds, perhaps visited by helicopter or small plane. There is the smell of the sea on the air. A coastline exists perhaps a dozen miles away ....
This keeps recurring over and over again. A sense there is a reality to this imagery.
And the child lives somewhere within these grounds from time to time. With faces she has grown accustomed to and calls them family. Often she is taken far away from this place ... a prized jewel shown to many far and wide.
For Hawk this provides little solace for an ending to this charade is sought, but it appears to self perpetuate in accordance with an agenda well hidden. Within a place that RV cannot pinpoint. There is ancient magick at work, and cunning ... and powerful symbolic arts. A throng were forbidden to touch her in the early days. In the weeks after it was stated in the news she had disappeared. Towards a city within a city she was led ... into a place nobody would expect her to be taken...[withheld]... and who accepted what they were told due to loyalty and rank ....
Many matters within this situation go above the heads of the public and common Joe sheep. They will not comprehend what is going on. Will only accept what it is that is written within the news. This time of silence will be playing on their mind. They need to be told what is going on ...
And Hawk, he listens not ... he sees only the trail and lets intuition drive him on ... to the next point, back, back ... back to when the parents of the child journeyed to the border of the foreign land where it was said their child had been taken.
Copyright Matthew James 28th December 2008
