The Cost of the Journey
Through fire, blood, and loss, the journey began. Hidden deep in the jungle, secrets demanded a price. This is the true story of what it cost to uncover them.
The Portal & Its Powers
Beyond the laws of nature, another force waits. The portal doesn’t just exist—it acts. What it can do defies science, logic, and even death itself.
The Other Side of Existence
This isn’t ancient history—it’s unfolding now. The truth was never meant to be known, but its time has come. What happens next is up to you.
Confession Before the End
Some secrets are so dangerous, the world tries to bury them—along with the ones who carry them.
The Cost of the Journey
Jungle Trials
The cost in all manner was enormous – seven dead horses from jaguar attacks, snakebite and a lightning strike, another poisoned, 500 truck trips with materials and equipment on a muddy jungle track as far as it is possible to go into the mountains, then oxen and packhorse – and a million dollars.
Blood and other messages in the night, avalanches. earthquakes and volcanic eruptions to order, tempests, police struck down, rocks falling off a cliff to create panic, enemies pumped full of bullets, murderers seen in the act ... all add to the mysterious forces of the Lost World and the dark secrets and strange powers held within an innocent looking chapel.
The Haunted House
A Murder That Echoes Through Time
The girl is screaming, screaming because she was clearly not dead and had been buried alive. She had awoken in her coffin.
Whether those involved in the terrible deed knew or not I could not tell. Perhaps they thought she was dead, or didn't care – they just wanted to get rid of her body as quickly as possible
Since then, c.1640, she has haunted my house in England and 20 years ago led the way to a Lost World where there are great powers, beyond anything we know on Earth.
(The murder of Marie was solved here 380 years after her death, with all the horrible details).
The Great Task
An avalanche on demand
When it came to building the chapel even more, and special ancient, wood was needed. Thus, at the precise moment an avalanche was triggered, on request, bringing all the trees needed.
"Ten thousand tons of earth, a thousand trees, hundreds of tons of rocks and boulders, enough water to drown an army, ... all in the blink of an eye as the powers here were unleashed and the mountain broke apart."
The Portal & Its Powers
How it was discovered
A live portal (gateway to other dimensions, higher powers, other worlds) was discovered in a mystery chapel – a place where events in this world can be controlled, and the veil of the past and future parted.
The portal was discovered in 2016 through a World War II code poem and blood messages that appeared in the night. A multidirectional portal reaching from the 'heavens' (the firmament) into the inner Earth, and one that can be accessed.
"A portal is a concentration of great power(s) but not of this world. Powers that can control the very life on earth and probably a force we know so little about, perhaps nothing, that it cannot even be measured or gauged in any way our current knowledge leads us to understand – an order of intelligence unknown to us."
The Power of the Portal
Billions of dollars is being spent on developing so-called artificial intelligence to be able to control the human mind and interface with it in all manner of
ways.
Yet, through a portal discovered deep in the mountains and jungle of Costa Rica it has been possible to do what the developers of AI can only dream about.
- Create avalanches and tempests on demand
- Earthquakes and volcanic eruptions summoned at will
- Disposing of enemies on demand
- Access to powers that can kill a man and bring him back to life
- The 'bending' of time and the ability to go back in time
- Healing powers from beyond
- Parting the veil of the future and to see the things that are set to come upon us
A power that AI could never replicate.
Killed
In 2016 I received a massive heart attack. Lying lifeless on the ground I knew I was dying. But then I received a surge of energy (through the portal) and jumped up as though nothing had happened. My heart was later certified dead but I could function beyond anything that can be seen as possible – and I have now been examined by three police forensic doctors to see how that is.
I since discovered that I was purposefully 'killed' in order to keep me alive and able to do things that only available to the 'walking dead'.
Way beyond what the trillions spent on AI can achieve.
What About Disposing of one's Enemies in a Timely Manner?
Murder has always gravitated great public interest, and the most infamous murder here in Costa Rica was, in no small measure, connected to the portal.
One person who was continually on the attack and warned off – a career criminal and headman of an evil cartel (the Red Devil) – was suitably disposed of when late one night two gunmen burst into his house and pumped 15 bullets into him. Only 5 bullets were necessary to send one of his henchman to the promised land.
Oftentimes we want someone punished who has done us or others a great harm in some way. But how far would YOU go?
Most people could never commit murder themselves no matter how much they may want retribution. And there is always the thought of being caught and serving a lengthy prison sentence, or even execution.
When it became necessary for the biggest aggressor here to be dealt with I admit to asking the portal to send him on his way.
One advantage of using the formidable powers here is that 'they' are the ideal 'terminators' because if anyone tried to connect me in any way with such a 'crime' they would be ridiculed, laughed at and I would always have the perfect 'alibi'. (I don't consider moral retribution against the evil when all else fails – as it often does – a crime.)
My hands are clean and one could say that the perfect murder has been committed! No court could try me, not even on conspiracy or incitement to 'murder'.
But the final decision is not mine, and not all have met such a dire fate of course, just very apt warnings (one police officer here targeting me behind my back had a nasty 'accident' and had to be
carried out for surgery).
Through the portal a number of murders (in England) have also been seen as they are taking place, the faces of the murderer clearly seen (seemingly knowing they are being watched, looking directly at me). Some are supremely gruesome.
Here, it is possible to interact with and through the portal (which the billions invested in AI is trying to do) to make unimaginable things happen.
Hitler is in the Cemetery because he is 'twice dead'. His rebirth today is clearly and accurately described in the true Bible, so it is correct for him to be one of the Living Dead.
Here in the mountains and jungle of Costa Rica I''m off the radar with no umbilical cord to anything, no cell phone, no internet, no TV, no longer any bank accounts or plastic, no driving licenses, no facial recognition. My water supply comes from mountain springs and I generate my own electricity. A man who doesn't really exist in the world of today. A harmless old man in well worn kit, living life in the simplest mode in the jungle, not leaving in the past 8 years even to the nearest village.
Yet able to control and do things that not even Microsoft, Amazon, Meta and their ilk can do with all
their mountains of money – and never will. A career change at age 80!
Volcanoes Erupt
The government has been trying to close down my activities here ever since I arrived, but each time I was in court a significant warning was given by way of volcanoes erupting exactly on time and on request – even giving me the confirmation message I asked for on the public radio the following day – the exact wording.
Bending Time
The ability for a person of today to go back in time 300 years to marry a girl he had met and fallen in love with in a former life (in a place where time has all but stood still – a virtual time warp).
This picture is of a wedding in Chapel-in-the-Clouds. It is not possible to take pictures in a time-warp or different period of time. I've tried but unfortunately it doesn't work, all attempts having failed. This and more is explained in the book The Enchanted Forest. But it is possible to take pictures of the living dead in our current time (proven with the thousands of pictures taken of me by visitors).
The Other Side of Existence
Healing Like no Other
As might be expected, when a portal has the ability to keep a dead person alive, then hitherto unknown healing powers can also be harnessed from it. Healing in every sense and meaning of that word.
Recently visitors started telling me of their problems and how their experiences here have helped them and been of comfort, often in the strangest of ways.
An aircraft mechanic was here on compassionate leave. Due to the coronavirus he had lost his wife, (only) son, and mother. Most days he spent in the chapel (near the portal) where he felt he was able to connect like nowhere else with his departed.
One woman was highly distressed in that her husband had tried to kill her and their children before turning the gun on himself and committing suicide. Another was surrounded by bad spirits that were
haunting her and needed to know how to get rid of them. Another had cancer and wanted to know if what the doctors had told her was true (it wasn't).
A lady from upstate New York had just lost her 21-year-old son, found frozen to death, looking to find some peace and understanding she could not find elsewhere.
An active portal makes many things possible. It was possible for me to connect with my sister after more that 60 years – she died at a relatively early age – and to be with her again as young children playing on the beach.
Here is nature's healing ground, one that few understand (and certainly not and never AI).
The Living Chapel:
Gateway or Guardian?
Nestled in the jungle, a peaceful chapel by day becomes a different entity by night.
Its walls have witnessed inexplicable phenomena—strange sounds, luminous figures, prophetic dreams, and forces that repel intruders..
Some believe the chapel is a guardian, shielding us from what lies on the other side of the portal. Others say it is the portal.
It draws people in. And it does not let them leave unchanged.
Life, Death & the Afterlife
What really happens when we take our last breath?
- What really happens when we take our last breath, and is there a so-called heaven and hell as proclaimed by the Church?
- If so, where are they, and what are they really like?
- And can the dead come alive again, to be reborn in another body? If so, in what way?
Is the human spirit, a person's true self in this world, capable of surviving physical death and to be 'alive' again? - How can powers from outwith this world keep a dead person alive?
- And can there be 'dead people' walking around on the face of this Earth?
- How can our daily lives be controlled from such a dimension, and where is this other 'place'
And what about 'celestial' activity?
This place holds the answers.
The Cemetery of the Living Dead
Here you can almost smell the evil. Murderers, rapists, judges, presidents, prime ministers, global bloodsuckers, religious perverts. All evil beyond human belief. The most disgusting element of humanity who sold their souls long ago.
The cemetery is thus eschatological and concerned with death and the final destiny of the soul and of humankind, and that affects us all.
And when required, earth tremors have shaken the Cemetery of the Living Dead, the epicenter directly beneath the cemetery thus vertically above the focus of the quakes, and where a direct connection to the Underworld (Otherworld) was discovered.
Then I saw her, distorted and magnified in the mist. The face took on an ugly, twisted look, an appearance so grotesque and hideous that I wanted to turn my eyes away, but I knew who it was. Then it was gone, back whence it came and where it belongs, pulled back by the clammy hand of death deep into the Underworld beneath the tomb upon which I was standing.
Confession Before the End
A Secret Soon to Die
The secrets won't survive much longer—Time is running out. What has been revealed must be written—or it will vanish with the one who knows.
What I discovered here, the extraordinary powers coming through a portal, I am revealing only because the secrets will soon die with me, albeit that I'm already one of the 'walking dead'.
I'm now in my 80s and soon must die (the second time), thus my grave is already prepared at a suitable location in the jungle. When I am no more all the secrets here will be lost, disappear forever. As such, this is my testament and the only reason I give it.
You may wonder why, if the power of the portal is so great, I would have to die again? There is a very good reason as explained in the book, and also my grave is in a specially selected place for a specific reason that requires my final death.
The Siege
For 18 years, they’ve tried everything—force, arrest, surveillance, and silence. But the truth keeps slipping through.
There have been many attempts to destroy everything here, and ME - Since I arrived here 18 years ago I have been subjected to constant threats by the government with the arrival of 'battalions' of police and officials to level spurious charges, placed in handcuffs, locked in jail, even an unheard of 10 vehicle convoy of regular police, judicial police (with 10 submachine guns), accompanied by an ambulance and firefighters, cars with the prosecutor and other officials and their personal heavily armed special protection officers, just for me.
This place is now officially designated a Danger Zone and nobody from government (not even a lawyer) can come without being accompanied by at least one, often two or three, (heavily armed) personal protection officers. Such is the presumed threat I pose.
Another time a detachment from the bomb squad was sent from the capital especially for me, and incredibly some 20 different (penal) judges and more than 150 police and officials have been involved in trying to dispose of me one way or another. Even with the great power behind them, every time they have been thwarted (by a much greater power). But it's pestilent.
There is also a judicial Gag Order in effect here, in that nobody is allowed to talk about anything that happens here or to me under threat of immediate imprisonment.
(Picture shows government officials protected by police on yet another sortie here. Sometimes they enter secretly, and at night through the jungle to spy on me.)
