TRAPPED IN A MASONIC WORLD
TRAPPED IN A MASONIC WORLD
TRAPPED IN A MASONIC WORLD
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acid-tabs and magic mushroom, and amphetamines such as speed, ketamine, ecstasy, MDM, cocaine in all<br />
its forms, and which I soon became quite heavily addicted to. Opiates such as heroin, cannabis and every<br />
other illegal substance that was put in front of me at the time, I seemed to unquestionably give it a go and<br />
experiment with. Perhaps I was trying to justify my life of debauchery, by kidding myself that if I take<br />
such drugs I will become like some kind of Shaman and be able to ‗tune-in‘ and have direct contact with<br />
the ‗spirit-world‘ and be able to reach higher plane of understanding.<br />
Instead I was more likely running away trying to escape my past as much as my present, and it wasn‘t<br />
until many years later, that I realised the sexual abuse I‘ve already mention, that I experienced once at the<br />
age of five or six, and then again when I was around ten or eleven years old, - was the catalyst as to why I<br />
perhaps became alcoholic and addict, though I‘ve been teetotal for many years now. In addition to the<br />
large amount of drugs I was taking, I was also in one sense or the other in the spirit-world alright, as I was<br />
consuming vast quantities of alcohol and drank by the bottle, or you could say barrelful on a daily basis<br />
whilst smoking ‗cancerettes‘ like a potters-chimney. I used to drink up to one or two bottles of sprits, such<br />
as whisky, brandy or vodka, - four to six tins of Special Brew, purported to be Winston Churchill‘s<br />
favourite beer, so endorsed me to consume even more, well that was my excuse anyway, or Tennant‘s<br />
Super lager and two or more litres of cider such as White Lighting or an equivalently high in volume of<br />
alcohol and shit in taste cider or wine, and many a time I drunk like this on a daily basis!<br />
Some people might say, come off it no one can drink such volumes without perhaps dying. However<br />
other alcoholics know this is no problem to a hardened ‗alky‘, in fact some would crave to be so lucky to<br />
get their hands on such quantities like I did. When you drink 24/7 like that, you‘re obviously drunk all the<br />
time, you‘re stomach shrinks and the alcohol becomes your sustenance, you find it difficult to swallow<br />
anything other than in liquid form. And when you drink such high volumes as I used to, you basically<br />
drink, get paralytic, collapse, or just end up falling asleep again, wake up, consume even more alcohol,<br />
then either collapse or fall back to asleep again. When you‘re like this, you don‘t need anyone else in the<br />
room with you to have a fight with, as quite often I‘d wake up with a black-eye, or bruised body and the<br />
television would be on the floor, due to stumbling about and falling over, and this sadly is more or less<br />
what you seem to just continuously go through, it‘s a sort of nonexistence kind of lifestyle, not having the<br />
slightest clue where you are, where you might have been, or in fact where the fuck you‘re going next, apart<br />
from staggering down to the offy. You‘re nearly always ill, as in one way or another the alcohol affects<br />
and virtually eats away every living fibre in your body, stomach ulcers and pancreatitis was a common<br />
occurrence for me, and regularly passing or coughing-up blood was another feature.<br />
I was at my worse following a recent ordeal with the police which involved a gun‘s to my head arrest,<br />
with the same thing happening to my then girlfriend, and when we were then arrested under the Anti-<br />
Terrorist Act and held in ―incommunicado‖, alongside my totally innocent father and brother. It was at the<br />
time when I agreed to do ―a deal‖ with the police which led to my girlfriend and I being granted immunity,<br />
and my brother and father being released from custody, and the same time in which I‘ve already<br />
mentioned. I agreed as part of my conditions of being granted immunity against all my charges, - that I<br />
remain silent for three years and moved away from London.<br />
So it was around this period I became bit of a nomad and traveller, some would say bum, though it<br />
wasn‘t out of choice, as in addition to my nightmare with the police, I also ended up having my home<br />
repossessed and had split up in my then relationship as the ordeal had been too much for us both to bear. I<br />
ended up meeting various other groups and people in similar circumstances as my own and doing the same<br />
sort of thing. We started squatting in different places around the UK, and in empty derelict country<br />
mansions, or not so derelict big houses, in which were a particular favourite of ours, as they were where<br />
we could hold some good old Rave‘s and parties in.<br />
One time I had in excess of 150 hundred police officers involved in trying to prevent me from holding a<br />
rave somewhere in Essex. We had laid-on double-decker buses from various pick-up points across East<br />
London, but the police blocked off motorways, high streets and country lanes in their efforts to prevent<br />
thousands of ―raver‘s‖ trying to get to it. Anyone who looked like they were driving to the rave, were<br />
pulled over, searched and breathalysed, and if all was negative then the police officers were going over the<br />
vehicles with a fine tooth comb to see if they could find any fault with it, the sight of these kinds of<br />
activities were enough to frighten of most raver‘s, whom many passengers were off their faces on one sort<br />
of drug or another, so spun their cars around and went back home.<br />
However some ardent raver‘s used their own initiative to get to it, and came by foot via the fields,<br />
through farmland and over hedges etc., with only around a five to six hundred getting through, so it still<br />
went ahead, but not as planned or in its original form, and not quite with the same buzz and atmosphere,<br />
yet we still had a good time. Hundreds of disappointed raver‘s descended on Romford Police Station