Here
is a story of how UFOs and the paranormal are often inexplicably
linked: I would like to tell you about a strange and mysterious series
of events which I experienced from childhood onwards, and which I am
sure has had a lot of bearing on my involvement in ufology and
experiences over the years.
As
a child, probably from around the age of 6 and onwards into my late
teens, I used to be awakened at seemingly random intervals by a loud
humming or droning noise, which appeared to come from all around and
reminded me of some sort of generator. Like the elusive cricket or
cicada, I was never able to pinpoint where exactly the sound was
originating from, even though it was very loud.
It
always took place in the early hours of the morning, and I was always
amazed that it hadn't awoken my parents, the neighbors and the whole
street in which I lived in Cardiff, in Wales.
Sometimes I felt paralysed and couldn't move until the noise went away but other times
I would get up out of bed and wander around my room and the house
trying to locate the origin of the mysterious sound. In desperation I
would often wake up my family to their bewilderment and annoyance, for
they were never able to hear the noise that I could hear. I was never
afraid of it but just puzzled and frustrated. I wanted to know what it
was and to share the experience with someone else.
I
remember at least once, that another strange thing happened: when I
looked out the bedroom window the modern street had changed into a
cobble-stoned road of the past with a horse and cart going down it and
the hooves of the animal making a noise on the stones. Although this
seems incredibly weird now and was some sort of time-slip at the time,
when I was very young it was just another part of the mystery and
didn't solve the problem.
There
was one constant: the humming noise would always fade out as swiftly as
it had started and I would go back to sleep. This pattern continued
until when I was aged 19 and was living away from the house I lived in
as a child. I had gone to live the hippy life-style and was living as a
squatter in Charrington Street, in Camden Town, London. I had gone
there after the Windsor festival with a friend called Steve Whitworth,
who was also from Cardiff.
On
the night I want to tell you about we had both been down the local but
on returning noticed an overwhelming feeling of cold as we entered the
house. Other squatters had said that the place was haunted and this we
could easily believe in that cold chill on a warm summer's night.
When
we got upstairs to the room we were staying in we discovered another
shock: Mad Mick, who was biker and acted as a sort of 'bouncer' for the
squat, was already asleep but he had a luminous green glow all across
his neck. We decided to sleep on the other side of the room!
Later
on I was awakened by an all too familiar sound. Mick was still asleep
but the green glow had vanished and other squatters were now also
crashed out in sleeping bags on the floor, all except Steve who asked
me if I could hear what he was hearing.
I
felt so relieved that at last someone else had heard the humming noise
and I explained to him how I had been hearing it throughout my life. It
faded away and we managed to get back to sleep but when I woke up again
I felt really glad that I had now been able to share this experience. I
didn't know then but that was the last time I was ever to hear it!
I
still have no real answers to this mystery but I once was in college
with a spiritualist and I told him about it. He asked if I had been
chanting any mantras that last day that I heard the humming. I had a
big shock then because I realised that Steve and I had, in fact, been
chanting the Tibetan Buddhist mantra OM MANE PADME HUM, that very same
afternoon of the day before that memorable night.
Please see here for detailed info on this mantra:
The
spiritualist's explanation was that we had tuned into the 'prana' or
the 'music of the spheres.' He was right about the chanting but I
wasn't satisfied with the rest of it. I have since met other people who
have had similar experiences and most of these people have also
encountered UFOs. I told Jenny Randles, who is a well-known author and
'expert' on ufology, all about the mystery and she wrote me a letter
stating that she thought it sounded like a phenomenon known as
'hummadruz.' The term is made up of 'hum' and 'drone' and 'buzz.' Jenny
told me it had been known about since Victorian times and was thought
to be some sort of psychic training exercise.
I
told my friend, author CJ Stone about this too and he wrote about it in
his book 'Last of the Hippies.' CJ who has known me for over 30 years
says in his book that I am 'an alien,' and that his explanation for the
humming noise was this: the other ETs from wherever I come from had
been trying to get in touch with me but when they saw me living in that
decadent squat they thought there wasn't much hope for me and gave up!
Info on CJ Stone's books from:
Hummadruz,
is a phenomenon, that I feel requires far more study. Although many
people have experienced some form of 'hummadruz' very little published
opinion or research appears to exist. This is a mystery in itself!
There are various forms and various theories to explain 'hummadruz'. A
highly recommended article about it by John Billingsley appears here:
Bard of Ely's Matrix is an ongoing project but is something I have wanted to do for some time and I'll tell you why: I have been involved in looking for the truth about many mysteries of the world for many years and I have studies many conspiracy theories as well as paranormal research. It doesn't take anyone who is interested in such things long to find out that what the mainstream media present is only a small fraction of what is really going on in the world. I intend presenting my own articles and opinions as well as links to many sites I personally recommend to the truth-seeker. 
