Religion Separates Man From God Building Occult Free Bubbles

By Michael Morais Barnett

Who are we, and where are we. I lose my way in trying to answer these questions every time I pass a beggar on the plush chewing gummed streets of Birmingham. I've become friends of a Sicilian fashion designer, who after a few years of knowing him tells me losing his wealthy father forced him to flee his country, that has been stereo typed as the home of one of the most brutal organisations on earth. He tells me one day he will return, but will need a gun to warn those that forced him to leave, he is not to be fooled with. We talk in a pub for 8 hours, neither of us drinking alcohol. Women pass us stealing glances from his designs, while we talk of combining our art of things we love and enjoy doing.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Michael Morais Barnett
• Release date: Dec 8, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463483381

Michael Morais Barnett

I'm on a journey. This year looks politically bleaker than I can remember in a long time, perhaps since school days. This book is an attempt to change course to better times. For all of us.

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Religion Separates Man From God

Building Occult Free Bubbles

Copyright Michael Barnett 2018

Introduction

Foreword

Chapter 55 Leave me Alone

Chapter 54 A Royal Marriage

Chapter 53 Lions and Leopards don't fool with Mountain Gorillas

Chapter 52 Vexed because I can't have a baby

Chapter 51 Jane Elliot, Leave Donald Trump Alone

Chapter 50 Accompong Cameroons

Chapter 49 From Love to Genius

Chapter 48 Let me try writing from Life Support

Chapter 47 Fighting off Gastric Flu with PRY

Chapter 46 Black Supremacist White Supremacist

Chapter 45 Who is really running this planet

Chapter 44 Does Racism exist

Chapter 43 Can we regulate Religion within society

Chapter 42 Contact date for meeting first extra terrestrials

Chapter 41 What needs to develop before we meet terrestrials

Chapter 40 Another Life Form

Chapter 39 From Being overwhelmed by God to Humility

Chapter 38 What are women looking for in a man

Chapter 37 What are men looking for in a woman

Chapter 36 Where do men find decency

Chapter 35 Where do women find decency

Chapter 34 PPI

Chapter 33 Corruption

Chapter 32 Kidnapping and Religion

Chapter 31 70,000 words, Your not listening to me, I really don't want to be a writer

Chapter 30 Joan Rivers Meets Darkus Howe

Chapter 29 When my nephew turned into my dad

Chapter 28 Is that a drone? No its a Meat Cleaver

Chapter 27 Why men struggle

Chapter 26 Why women struggle

Chapter 25 Wake up Michael It's only Midday

Chapter 24 Rahul 'Your going to end corruption on Mars?'

Chapter 23 Could I have saved Vincent

Chapter 22 Which is worse an over weight vegan or a dyslexic data inputter

Chapter 21 What do I need to do to find meaning in today, meaning in my life

Chapter 20 Silence, yet something is talking to me

Chapter 19 Book 3 (For Children) International Rescue

Chapter 18 When my enemy hugs me my book is finished

Chapter 17 The Politics of meeting Aliens

Chapter 16 How I met my writing manager, and writing agent

Chapter 15 Where did that zero come from , and that one, wait shaking it, please stop, what’s wrong with it

Chapter 14 If I want to run the planet I have to give away how much? Faint

Chapter 13 One of those babies conceived with love will find the cure for Fibro Myalga

Chapter 12 Working for the Bad Guys

Chapter 11 Tools to see Aliens

Chapter 10 Black and White people of Sern,

Chapter 9 What happens next? When we stop killing each other.

Chapter 8 The correct way to use a de fibrollator

Chapter 7 What happened, my sister says you've got 3 months to write 72,000 words, then I passed out

Chapter 6 The reality of religion. A carriage full of London underground commuters all fall over reading book 1

Chapter 5 Ice skating with my agent

Chapter 4 Thunderbirds are go

Chapter 3 When is racism funny

Chapter 2 Penance Reconciliation

Chapter 1 Did you feel humble today

Epilogue or Should it be Prologue

Appendix I

Appendix II

Appendix III

Appendix IV

Appendix V

References

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Introduction

I put my fingers in my ears objecting to the noisy afro Caribbean quad bike showing off, passing me near the petrol station. He doubles back on me and does a wheelie to show how cool he is. His friends don’t quite have the same look of disgust on their faces as does Mr Show off. I can’t be very cool at all, with my fingers in my ears. Four or five years later, what looks like the same guy with another couple of quad bike mates, heads for me via a Bristol Street pedestrian crossing. I do my best to ignore him but as he passes, I look up. He’s looking back at me with that contempt and arrogance I remember 5 or so years back and I look down again at his cue to stand on the his quad bike seat about to start another stunt, to show me how cool he is and how great I am not. Godlikeness with age, and the immaturity of godlessness, will he live to see godlikeness.

Some may say they are the roughest

Others might say, they are the toughest

You got some that say they are the rudest

You got them again that say, they are the strongest

But I am, Lord I am the greatest

I am, I, now you know who I am.

Rougher than them, say them a the roughest

Tougher than them, say them a the toughest

But I am…

Winston Samuels 1967 Island records ‘The Greatest’

Are incidents of violence, killing, abuse: signs that we live and are living within the Occult. Very few incidents of violence, I increasingly believe can be considered outside the use of this system. Yet few want to consider what the Occult actually is. What you hear even the media you hear it through, suggests we already know and use the Occult. Our lifestyle, particularly our western lifestyle implies a use of the Occult. To find links to the Occult within mainstream religion is why I’m here talking to you. I see an association that if I’m right and I often wish I was even more stupid than my single ‘O’ Level suggests, the Occult if we continue to deny we are using it, threatens the extinction of man. To stop using the Occult may also threaten who we are today. With caution we need to determine whether our mainstream religions are the Occult and then in our madness and humanity make every effort to disarm the institution of at least weaponry. Phase out nukes, drones, warships, war machinery, because of the possible consequences of the Occult. Guns unless used directly for food, and knifes, should be carefully controlled because they will also fall into the hands of the Occult. And the Occult can wipe out mankind. Once we no longer find ease in killing each other, we have to work on creating, one by one, Occult free bubbles, systems and zones.

Foreword

I expect you like me get fed up with Medias obsession with violence that flag ships news bulletins. Reporters are all but iconised, and certainly admired for describing mans darker side. BBC news will often tell me 8 or 10 times about the same violent news story. Google flashes up two stories about violence and killing triggered by fake news. And the point of our obsessive media is to hold that mirror up to us showing us that movie of the Occult adding another episode to our lives. No sooner do I turn away from India, the media tells me 5 people have been shot dead at some local newspaper offices in the American city Annapolis. Again the Occult is shown to us all. Is this Occult fuelled by nothing more than our mainstream religions?

I watch a U tube video hinting that the Pyramids may have been part of Alien technology. Did we use the Occult to stop something alien taking over the planet? And now we can’t stop violence though global population keeps rising, and has done for several millennia. Do we control the Occult much better than I think? An estimated 5 million killed on The Congo in the last 20 years, perhaps not.130 Mexican politicians and associates killed in the last 10 months leading up to Presidential elections.

I pause my proof reading, demoralised by repetition that concerned my first book. But where you start to notice repetition here is again a time for you to pause and reflect. My good friend Ebdaal tells me his brother was killed by Pakistan ISI and both he and his brother were tricked and he tells me his regret and anger that they used witchcraft to stop him intervening in his brother’s execution. But like you he cannot connect witchcraft with the mainstream religion that surrounds us and 20 years on has several times told me how he became complicit to his brothers witchcraft controlled fate. Ebdaal had stopped thinking.

Secondly to stopping thinking and its connection with witchcraft, comes depression which often stops me doing things that will help me build an occult free bubble from that which I believe surrounds most of us. So in my story and its repetition, reflect on times of depression that stops you doing things that will help you build an occult free bubble, to ward off that zombie like state when you stop thinking, and go on to do things you would not ordinarily expect to do, accept, ignore, show no interest in, or become complicit.

Our governments try not to wake up as zombies looking for flesh they cannot eat. With our abused, violent, depressive, abusive lies, and brainwashed minds: neither should we be feeding them.

Chapter 55 Leave me Alone

Conclusion

I'm chatting religion to my youngest sister, surrounded by mainly light people going down to my older sister’s in Wolverhampton. I'm telling her of my struggle to get Allie Mcbeal to ease off religion. Frowns of light white people grip me as I get up from my seat to leave the train. I digest all the angles in the book, and conclude. Light people have become light using religion, and their lightness is maintained by religion. Light skin is part of a tribe and identity. Therefore, few if any would like to sacrifice their identity for minimal religion and peace. So is the war between religions, a war and struggle between colours. If it is then peace with man and peace with god is even further away than I'd hoped. I ring Gary, my heart leaps with joy, because he agrees with me. He's also finally realised that light skin is as important as dark in allowing the human race to survive and thrive. However, we are unlikely to reduce the levels of violence, because people are unwilling to sacrifice colour (and identity) for peace, or religion for peace. Why are people of the same religion different colours? I suspect the religion that made light people light is not in use today, but its characteristics can be inherited and maintained with today’s religion. And let us not forget the Atlantic Gulf Stream, agriculture and farming practiced further north than would otherwise be the case and its possible effect on skin colour. It is beginning to look like war and violence will be with us for a very long time. See Appendix I Joan Rivers V Darcus Howe.

Allie Mcbeal, tells me she has read something that contradicts my sun's consciousness and Christmas argument. Will I be able to explain that I think religion increases our ability to see alien consciousness, increasing confrontation and conflict, acknowledging the significance of tribal aspects of humanity, who are hardest to kill, and who are easiest? All I can do is try.

The frowns and Allie Mcbeal flow from light people. Can I really leave the system, the religious system alone? Shouldn't I, we try to optimize it. It doesn't have to become the Tower of Babel, people falling to their deaths, trying to erect a tower, with no one left who can use it. And it's not just light people in this cake baked fury: I am on the top deck of a bus, getting ready to get off at my stop in Kings Heath. At the top of the stairway I see a pretty youngish brown hand, that appears to be in the queue to alight at the next stop. As I descend, I notice there is no one in front of her, though she stands 2 or 3 paces from where the doorway is. As I politely manoeuvre past, that familiar demoralising ignorant and temper brewing afro Caribbean kissing of teeth, designed to put me in my place warms my ears. I'm not supposed to jump the queue. I make an effort not to look in her face, but still feel defeated. I sit in the Charity centre upstairs alone. Amy is the first to find me near the back trying to look busy. To put her at ease, I remark I'm in the naughty room. I tell her of my encounter with Miss Teeth Kissing. Because of the cold, she stands away from the draughty door, and it’s far more important to put me in my place than to offer me any gesture of community and goodwill.

The week starts with an interview in picturesque Sutton Coldfield. I'm in good time with my bus journey, but get a little lost a few metres from base. I just about make it on time to the sweet shop fronted offices and am grateful for the cup of tea offered to me, to keep me company while filling out admin forms. I note the question over what are my religious leanings, ticking 'No religion,' and think little more of it. Minnie Pickett greets me with an apologetic, youthful, highly groomed perfect skinned, warm grey eyed smile. She briefs me about the job role with a start date early in the New Year. 'I listen to the job description and role. I'll be working in a local call centre that deals with enquires around funeral plans and arrangements. My mind becomes uneasy, and a smile appears on my face as I try to find my cue to raise my objection. I am hoping I don't end up enacting the Harpo Marx scene where he is hypnotised by a pretty secret agent whose smiles are met with increasingly absurd smiles. Wikipedia tells me The Marx Brothers were Jewish. I respond: I might struggle with a job that sounds like it will deal with religion. I try to read her response, as she freezes her pitch: who the hell do you think you are; what are you up to; how dare you turn down a job because of religion, before being promptly shown the door.

Feeling a little unnerved I make my way home. I look more closely at the light faced characters standing at bus stops, going about their business in this quaint town and suburb of Birmingham. Have they really become light through Religion? In the background I admire historical churches that punctuate the straightish road home, my eyes moving from light skin to building and back again.

I get a consolatory email, promising to look out for suitable positions in the future.

Dear Rabbi, nothing is impossible. Peace for a time, or permanently isn't impossible but very difficult. The most prized event will be peace. How we get from war, to peace, is the part that frightens most people, to the point where they will be unable to hear you, or even read you.

There are similarities in the first books of the Torah, and the Bible. But both indicate to me at least, our consciousness puts us in conflict with God. God I argue cannot be killed or very difficult to kill. So, humans killing humans is simply an extension of a war with God, because god has no need of weaponry of any type, because he cannot essentially be killed.

So we have to stand up to God, and by doing so gain God's respect. The only way to stand up to God is to stop killing at most if not all levels: Politically, country against country, race against race. colour against colour, family or friends against family or friends.

A tall order, 7 billion humans, so we have to learn and understand, what makes us violent, at any level. Fear, springs to mind. Fear of what? Fear of being separate from God. So what separates man from God. Two things I'm aware of, the first that there is little information about, is the sun. Its consciousness pushes away God. Little we can do about this, but in the future, we may find a way.

Secondly, as I've realised, by nearly losing my own life, is prayer, praise of god, i.e. our mainstream religions. We should sip these religions, and most of us should minimise exposure to these mainstream religions, if we are to stand up to god, and gain peace.

As long as we do religion within the context of the sun, we risk pushing our consciousness and fear beyond levels that are required to be violent and kill. i.e. Religion as far as consciousness goes, mimics the sun.

I go back to a Daily Motion video of yourself talking about were the original Jews black, was Adam black. I would argue, Adams colour is not important. But the original Jews a pertinent question, because of the fact that they were enslaved. Slavery works best on those who are hardest to kill, who are God like. Today the arms race indicates who are Godlike and who are Godless. Slaves, to me indicate Godlikeness, i.e. hardest to kill. Back to the enslaved Jews, they were probably dark people.

Now I get to the part I'm more recently trying to make sense of. You are today, you yourself, are lighter, and my neighbour until he opens his mouth, looks light European, or white. But he considers himself Jewish. You're both light, (he even lighter than you) and are both Jewish. What has lightened you, and how has he come (via the 2nd world war,) to be living in England. Migration, why migrate? You are lighter and not mainstream, which may in and of itself attract repression. Your lightness is more suited to colder climates with less harsh sunlight. And what has lightened you, specifically what has lightened you. I argue, religion has lightened you and the conflict documented, including the holocaust is because you are another source of lightness. i.e. you are one of the most recent groups of dark people who have become light, and has attracted persecution that includes the holocaust. So Religion (an intense religion), war, slavery may have been components to creating lighter skin and migration amongst Jews.

Or looked at another way, consciousness, is enhanced and improved with lighter skin, and religion, I suspect lightens us (God darkens us), so those with intense religions, and though I'm not a Jew, I suspect the founders of Judaism were intensely religious.

Sounds win win, you are less likely to fall victim to slavery. But your higher consciousness via religion (and the consciousness of the sun) means you push god further away, and can either attract fear or violence or become violent or afraid. Exactly the opposite to what is needed to stand up to god.

This is a theory. I can almost hear the screams of 'Nonsense!' even before I finish typing.

Chapter 54 A Royal Marriage

As we move into and away from Brexit, this fondness, romance and union could not have come at a better time. The country is clearly nervous about its future, peeking out of the crack in the door at a brave new world, and new world order. Can't you imagine them waltzing up the isle of West Minister Abbey, to the opening of Barry Whites 'My Everything.' England's heart even stronger than America's. 3000 miles away, worrying over British aid being channelled into ISIS. I text to Gary, 'The shape shifting Royals show us, ALL humans are not of this earth. How can I know this? I can't but it's a thought that I cannot escape within 50 pages of Soul Dust. How does it work? We are using God's consciousness in our everyday lives. But when using religion, we start using human consciousness.

I wake from my first night of going to bed for 10pm. I notice that the cracking sound from my radio is caused from the mains lead joining the radio is no longer tight. The generously large digital display flashes on and off managing to automatically reset itself to the correct time. My plan is to wake at 4am, which should give me enough time when I start my new job to do around 10 Yoga Uddiyana rounds and 10 Nauli rounds. The first day of work will take me to 96 consecutive days of yoga, which is unchartered territory for me. 30 or so years back I once managed to do around 65 consecutive days. More recently 20 something days, I consider an achievement. Why do so much? Good question, well yoga has been always from my 15th year a kind of food for my mind. Something short of exceptional circumstances, I should do, daily, not necessarily large amounts, but enough for me to know I've rested from God. And this rest is in the context of the religion that surrounds me, that pushes God away.

However, I wake to the sound of singing and a badly played guitar. The voice is that of Dave the resident paranoid schizophrenic. He appears to be able to read my mind, when I'm asleep and awake. I hear him chuckling to himself as he runs away. How did he know I went to bed early, does he study my 5th floor bedroom curtains that closely? So it feels like he's trying to annoy me. The last time I'd seen him with his guitar he was busking under the Five Ways Junction subways. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, at his two stringed guitar.

Not a good sign your thinking, a great sign I reply. It shows, he doesn't think I will hurt him, but he's annoyed that I continue to not acknowledge and greet him: the paranoid schizophrenic, that used to harass women, and bully me. But there was a time a few years back he refused to get in a lift with me, say hello to me. Only a couple days back he wished me to my regret, a merry Christmas. There was a time I was so angry with him he'd run to avoid my temper. It felt normal to want to beat the life out of him. A time when I'd had already prayed 35 times that day.

Beverley laugh's with a decreasing amount of self control, when I tell her about Shawn. Shawn passes me on the stairway to the block. I'm humble and polite as I try to give way making space for him to pass by. He turns back and asks me if I could do him a favour, he's fitting a carpet to his flat, and off to try to buy a Stanley knife, and do I have one. Shawn is light skinned, which understandably I notice first, then that his face is wet with sweat, but not from exertion. I reply yes I do, I get his address and on my way back, give him my Stanley knife, though this increasingly feels a bad idea, to give a complete stranger a knife. I say to Shawn no hurry in giving the knife back.

We meet a few weeks later, again on the stair's he doesn't recognise me. As I pass him I call his name, and tell him he'd lent my Stanley knife. He says he's finished with it, come back to my flat and he can give it back to me, which Beverley in retrospection finds hysterical. I try to banter with him, again noticing his face is wet with sweat, but not as far as I can tell, from exertion. My head empties with tension and resignation that I really don't want the knife back. But it doesn't seem the right time to say I'm terrified. His corridor is far more messy than I would have expected, giving it a no go area appearance. I enter his flat he gives me the knife. I'm impressed with his flat that has been modified, unlike my own. He tells me he's been to prison, has contracted HIV and shows me how many drugs (half a dozen or so) he has to take daily to keep Aids at bay. We talk about his kids, relationships, how neither of us got on with our dads. He tells me his mom used to kiss her teeth, but got angry at him suggesting there is some black in the family. He considers himself a black man in white skin and points to the thick bridge over his nose.

I keep my back to the ajar front door. He shows me quotes that have come from the Quran with neat though graffiti like handwriting on his walls. He'd got the flat only a few weeks ago. He puts on a black Muslim skull cap to show me he's trying to turn his life around with religion. How can I not talk to a man so open and humble about religion. Even though on a bad day, his religion will normalise violence, and I may find myself the wrong end of a Stanley knife, not from what I say but what I don't say. So I tell him of how close I came to death, and why I’m no longer religious or