Tuesday 29 October 2013

Magic Falls Part 29

I am at the venue Jack asked me to come to, in order to hear his talk. The theatre is large. I don’t know how it was booked at this short notice. When I give my name at the box office, I am handed a ticket with a large smile from the woman behind the desk. “We’re very glad to have you here,” she says.

I take the ticket, and am escorted to my seat. It’s in the front row, to the left hand side. I am asked if I would like any refreshments, and am brought some wine.

I wait quietly for the show to start, as people mill around me and start taking their seats. After a while, the lights are dimmed, and anticipation fills the room.

“You know,” Jack’s voice comes out over the speakers. “When the cancellation for the venue we were originally meant to have came through, I was told I was mad for booking somewhere this large with just a week to go. I was told there’d be no chance it would be filled.”

The lights come down further, leaving us now in complete darkness.

“But the power of social media, and the power of the truth. The power of needing to ask the questions, whether or not we have the answers. The power of seeking. These things, these things told me that you would be here.”

Jack walks out onto the stage, and while I was aware how many people were there, I don't feel it until they break out into applause and cheering. The energy from the clapping hits me from behind from all the seats, and I physically feel it, slamming into me like someone’s hit me, but also sending electricity of excitement through me.

He is so much more confident than I would be in this situation. I hate speaking in public. I don't like speaking to more than one person at a time. It makes me feel scared about how I come across, and I feel like I lose control of what I'm saying, and then only realise later what I've said.

He's at ease, though, introducing himself and explaining his background, with easy jokes laced through it to relax the audience. He asks a few people what their background is, and is generally acting almost like the MC at a comedy night. Just getting the audience to get used to listening for a little while, before he makes it more serious.

"The question we have to ask is why we're being lied to. That's usually the question we have to ask, but it's usually combined with wanting to know what we're being lied to about."

There's a shift in the atmosphere in the room. Nervousness and anticipation.

"This time around though, we know we're being lied to about a specific thing. It's the thing that the government are trying to stop the media talking about. They're trying to create a complete blackout on it on social media too, by attempting to get the words blocked from trending, but because they don't really understand how the internet works, it hasn't happened.

"Raise your hands if you know what's at Trafalgar Square."

I look around. There's barely a hand not raised.

"Okay, put your hands back down again. That's good. Means I don’t need to spend too long explaining. But I'll come back to Trafalgar Square. First of all, raise your hands if you've ever been in the presence of an unexplained phenomona."

Most of the hands are raised this time, and I'm not the only one looking around. Lots of people are, and I can see small discussions happening between groups of people. Couples, surprised by one or both of them raising their hands.

"Okay, take them down. Now raise your hands if it happened before this year."

A number of hands are raised, but it's fairly minor.

"How about this year? How about in two thousand and thirteen?"

Almost the same number of hands as were originally raised go up, this time with lots of energy again.

"You can see what we're talking about, can't you? The sword in the stone in Trafalgar Square is only the visible tip of the iceberg with this. Put your hands back down now, and we will take a break soon, I promise, so you can get a chance to chat to each other. I can see you, this couple in the front... you didn't know each other had experienced something, did you?"

I look to my right where he's talking, and both of them shake their heads.

"You can talk about it soon, I promise. This isn't just a talk by me. We're researching and building a databank of experiences, because we're trying to understand more about what's going on. There are volunteers in the audience who will record all of your stories. I mean, don’t worry, you’ll get your money worth if you think your money is well spent listening to me talk, but we will take breaks during it.

"But before we get to that, I need to clarify something. I said that we knew what we were being lied to about. The sword, the stone, Trafalgar Square. But that doesn't mean that there aren't any questions. I've just raised one for you now. Why this year?"

There are nods of agreement and murmers of sound as people talk to each other again.

"This was happening before, but the level on which it's happening now... this is totally new. This is why I...I think you'll agree, it's fair to say, someone who was known for being a sceptic... am here talking to you about this and raising these questions. I've seen things. Things that I am not comfortable talking about. Or at least, I wouldn't be if it weren't for the fact that we are all amongst friends and equals here, and I know many of you have experienced similar issues. Maybe not to the same level. But you'll see what I'm talking about with that shortly.

"But before I get to that, I've got another question for you, and it's the one nobody seems to be asking.

"This is happening all over the world. There are phenomena occuring everywhere. But the frequency of them happening, of them being reported, and also the intensity of the incidents themselves … are unique to Britain.

"There have been more unexplained phenomena in London alone in the last year than there have been in the entirety of the United States.

"This is happening here. In Britain. And it’s centred here. In Britain. And it's happening and it’s centred here for a reason.

"And I'm going to tell you why."

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