Now, even days after the event, I still find it difficult to understand what it is that was portrayed. My words do not do justice to what was seen. How can I explain what I fully saw? Perhaps my imagination is playing a trick on me, or rather is playing the same trick over and over again. It’s as if what was seen has become arrested at a particular frame. In my imagination I see the light come on again and the images flow on. The script is different each time but not the end towards which the action is flowing and some words come to mind “In my fathers house there are many mansions.” I hope this is true and if it is true that what was seen in the vision will not eventuate ...

Once again, I was thrown into another place. The wall is still broken, still falling but something has changed, the sands have quivered. A shifting of oaths, a new movement of purposes? There was no table only a group of people who stood erect, pallid of face, staring ahead as if alone - each man of himself alone. (Until they are themselves of the soul, they’ll remain strangled by the chains within them.) Scornful and forever grumbling, they will become weakened by their display of nothingness. Their shadows will continue to hover at the cross roads even at noon. Voices raged without purpose, argumentative. Shadowy faces became tense. One face remained impervious, almost menacing, its whiteness not that of goodness though perhaps of fealty. He who will remain undeterred, who will bring death by his faithfulness, will also deceive. Around him blood flows, at first a trickle and then a deep broad river, rushing, tumbling. Chanting heard beneath is depths, echoing, echoing ... Face upon face passed me by. Those that stand alone disappeared within its torrent of bitterness and despair, submerged in a hate of their own making. The four with crowns upon their heads worked frantically, shoring up that which had broken free which threatened to bring death and destruction to surrounding lands but they have also remained solitary and aloof and will become broken. Behind them, huge and immovable, wings outstretched, covering those within its reach, remained the eagle, eyes wide open, unblinking. Head raised it screamed its own anger and agony caught within the brilliant flash of light. Undeterred it remained, scorched, blackened but not broken hovering, and watching.

Time turns, the wind blows, the sands rise and subside, the wheel of time marches forward. Emptiness and desolation remained, nothing seen but white bones scattered across empty landscape. The deads’ flame is blown out and ever more shall be so.

Something else occurred - words were spoken, words which I’ve forgotten and cannot for the life of me recall. Why do I feel bereaved, as though I’d lost someone only recently. It weighs heavily upon me, this unknown loss.

Faced with the evidence of the pictures I don’t deny their importance. They continue to toss up surprises and anomalies. Hundreds of notes, more of less stuffed with tragedy have become a chronicle of what - the future? A nightmare journal of events, often confusing and unpleasant, they are like a kaleidoscope, forever changing and so various I sometimes wonder how I manage to record what it is I see. There is no chronological sequence to them. One sequence plays over another. I ask myself are they the truth or a corruption of the truth? The credit and credibility of the pictures depends to a certain extent on my own ability to record their interpretation and their clarity depends upon my understanding of the events portrayed.

What are the pictures truly? Are they not fragments of running descriptions converted into words of what it is I see? Some are no more than broken phrases. That is the truth, in the clearest sense of the text recorded - words which emanate from the mind through the pictures of things seen and sensed, the immeasurable translated into terms of the measurable.

I’m more than aware of the melodramatic absurdity of the whole thing. I find it difficult to describe such subliminal flashes, which can sometimes be more felt than perceived. How can I explain what it is I see and sense and the images that jump out of me through words? Words aren’t dead they are alive and behind them lies much that remains hidden. It’s so much more than the true and the false, the half true and the half false, the exaggerations and lies. Images dissolve like foam on the crest of a wave. I am an anonymous observer and I find it difficult to put them into their proper perspective. Reality can often be far too painful. The truth is I don’t really understand what’s going on - I see things through the pictures, I pick up things through the words in news reports but it doesn’t explain what I see and sense which is often so different from what is reported. It isn’t easy to grasp what’s happening and then express it into words.

The man came to me in my dream. “Who are you?” I asked. He replied – “Women cook for me”. . He stood looking at me – his eyes were vast pools of knowledge where past and present and future swam. “You know where I tread, you know where to go for you have been given the knowledge and tread the same landscape”. I turned and ran … ran from his words, ran from the knowledge given, yet I could not escape the weight of his words that hung like a chain around my neck and then I awoke ...

The furious activity of the pictures engulf me so unexpectedly that, a moment afterwards, I am left suspended, waiting, watching, knowing, hating, praying that what I have seen won't eventuate. I cannot speak or even cry out, for the pain they cause remains inside myself.

I have reason to believe the reality of what you have written, but it still hits me with a jolt. It takes some thinking. it's whether any good can be accomplished or perhaps whether it will do any harm. My head whirls with possibilities and speculations, all jumbled together, with two worlds rushing in or one another in exotic confusion. You tell me that if events are known we can adapt to them. Adapt or manipulate? You've written that the message and information is important. Whatever is seen may be predictions of events, but whatever is seen is not bound to happen. Perhaps, as you say, what is seen can be pointers to the future pattern of life from which connections between different parts of the pattern of today can be glimpsed. They should not be used as prophesy, nor should they be violated. The future is for everyone to live, not for some to manipulate.

They transcend the layers of conventional reality and I experience their separate vision, Their dimension suspends notions of time, space and causality. How can they tell about events distant in time and place? Is it not a mistake to assume that events far apart in time are separate. Do we see life, as you have written, as in viewing a room by the light of a torch beam and that often the error is made in assuming that the small areas highlighted are separate and not part of a whole?

The eyes of an ordinary person are capable of seeing only the most obvious, there are many, many more things unseen by us, that impinge on our lives at every step. They are there, but most cannot see or deal with them directly. Can I glimpse these things that others fail to see. I spin a web with words, yet it is hard to grasp what it is I see fully with words. Sometimes I feel I fail in my descriptions. I can only touch on the shadow of their reality with my words, whereas their encounter can be something entirely different.

I have try and find the words to rationalise my experiences. I cannot just blindly accept. It makes it easier if I have some understanding of what is happening in my mind. I have to try and understand what is happening to me and in the world. You have written that I am naturally endowed with perceptual abilities beyond the normal, abilities to see, hear and experience things which others would consign to the realms of the paranormal. My words are an attempt to explain what it is I've seen, but they are not the true reality for I cannot capture their reality fully with words. No words can describe my experience fully. How can I explain what I little understand or that which is only briefly glimpsed? I cannot see their full extent - only a part. I do not view their totality. They cannot be recorded simply or easily, they are just too vast and often too complex for me to comprehend.

I cannot stand back to observe what it is I see in my mind as a separate force. My emotions spill over into my writing. I'm not immune to what I see. Sometimes a picture can hit so strongly that I find myself shaking. I have my own biases and prejudices, weaknesses and strengths, fragility and courage, hopes and frustrations like everyone else and these are reflected in my recording of the pictures The pictures portray uncounted horrors. I'm still vulnerable to being hurt by more horror. The pictures are enough to frighten anyone. It's one thing to imagine the future, its another to live it.

It is hard even now to believe that what I've seen could become reality. It goes beyond human imagining. Grief, loss, horror, rage, these feelings have flowed through me. I also feel a profound confusion, a disbelief that leaves me feeling empty.

I'm isolated,, in a world to which I alone have access. I'm not mad, but I must be among the dammed to see such things. Could I be wrong in my recordings? I feel so helpless knowing what I do. On and on my thoughts twist. Why is it I see such things? Why is it I have the gift of seeing, as no living person can see, into the vast heart of human darkness?

I find it difficult to put my negative feelings aside at times because of the pictures. There are many horrors in this world today. The seeds of what will come have already been planted and have begun to sprout, but they have not yet flowered. The pattern has still to be woven. The future is past all imagining and is very real to me. When I think about it in terms of actual events, I believe the horrors shouldn't be revealed. It's not easy to describe events and the magnitude of change we are to face. The assault on my own senses is almost too much for me at times. I am not sure that I am able to apprehend what I see fully, so much is divorced from anything and everything I know. It is so nearly impossible, I think, to take in and even try to comprehend. So much is alien to my eyes. How do I sum up the events portrayed? Who would believe it, who could ever imagine it? I don't think I even begin to understand the relationship between today and tomorrow.

Yes, you’ve identified the melange of contradictory feelings within myself. I find it hard to analyse my own complex feelings. I realise the dangers inherent in what it is I see. I carry their burden and with this burden comes responsibility. You’re right, I don’t trust enough, I don’t trust the morality of ourselves.

The Palestinians have become impatient over the last few years, losing confidence in the process and its diplomatic way. They are becoming convinced that the process will never win them a homeland. The militants want to go out and fight for what they might not be able to win peacefully. They would like to purge ‘their’ land of Israelis and would like to see them govern themselves. Terrorism is a crucial part their strategy. They hope to break the Israelis will by their own will to sustain their struggle.

Israel will go to any length to ensure their security. They believe in doing things their own way and in making their own future. It is justified as an unfortunately political and military necessity. It’s no good having faith unless you’re ready to fight for it. That means attacking sometimes not just defending. It means dirtying their hands. It’s a small price to pay for the sake of the future. In its own way it’s another type of fanaticism.

Israel will continue to make the sacrifices necessary to secure its own strategic needs. Israel’s decision to undertake further operations on Palestinian territory may show the flawed conceptual underpinnings of the Israeli decision makers but even if such operations fail, Israel will not allow such failure to deter it from redressing wrongs that ultimately endanger its security. It is doubtful even with such an extended and intensive debate within Israeli academic and intelligence circles and in the media those responsible for such decisions will end such schemes. They will never bow to internal or external pressure and will continue to take concrete counter-action as and when necessary. It’s a dirty world and people will continue to play dirty games. To think otherwise would be naïve.

Saddam remains a dangerous foe. His evil instincts remain in the background held in check by the US but let loose he may liberate his hidden terrible impulses, make a virtue of them and tear aside his slender facade imposed by civilisation and run rampant like a mad dog. Why is he so malign, so intent upon destruction? There’s no doubt that he’s a barbarian, a man who comes in contact with a civilisation, yearns for it, and destroys it while he tries to become part of it. I guess if you read enough history you become aware that we’ve never been without them! Is he different from any other man? Every vicious thing he does, all the laws he breaks, every man he ruins, all the power he uses for his own ends. He only shows the worse of mankind.

There’s just one thing I find difficult to understand. It nags at me. Saddam is a hard bastard but I just don’t get the chemicals. What’s the point? Is it just a crude barbarism or something more? I wonder what purpose drives him. Are such “Secret Weapons” to bring him favour in the future? He has agreed to allow the weapons inspectors back into Iraq but can the UN control him? I cannot help the nagging whisper of doubt that murmurs its traitorous pessimisms in my ear! My every instinct warns me that the longer he remains in a position of power the more dangerous he will become. One thing remains firm, the hatred the Iraqis hold for the US will not become a lesser thing and external uncertainties remain.

Would an outright victory prove advantageous to the interests of the US? The spectacle of the US undertaking bloody retaliations and repression in a post rebellion Iraq would not present a desirable picture to the region and the US could lose influence and prestige in the region. Of indirect concern are the Turks, the Iranians, and others who will stake their claims to disputed territory. Not a desirable outcome overall. Should the US go all the way they would only be setting themselves up for continued problems. At present, there is no end to the situation, no clear cut point at which you can say, well, it’s done, now we can pack up and be on our way home. You fix one problem but turn around a find two more facing you!