After an interlude of several years, Eternal Idol has returned. I shall be carefully selecting some old material that I composed and published for a previous incarnation of this site, then uploading it as the inclination takes me, and as time and technological ability allows. New material will also appear here in connection with Stonehenge, Silbury Hill, North Sentinel Island and the book The Missing Years of Jesus, all subjects that were once covered and discussed here in exhaustive detail.
The previous “rules of engagement” for this site have radically changed. I can’t see that I’ll be able to spend as much time here discussing these arcane things as I once did, not least because there is so much new material that I want to work on and put into the public domain, be it online or in hard copy.
Indeed, there is such a monstrous surfeit of original writing for me to try to present in the best possible way that I’ve already asked my friend Aynslie if she would once more assist me here as an Administrator, and I was delighted when she agreed to this, while I must also add that my gratitude to Ian for setting up this site is immeasurable. There are all manner of details that I’ve yet to work out as far as my writing and this site are concerned, so progress here might well stutter along or even come to a grinding halt at times.
Nonetheless, I have a glowing, fond memories of a thrilling time when my correspondents here numbered in the hundreds, while visitors numbered in the tens of thousands. The world’s press took a great interest in numerous articles I presented here and they went on to review them in a highly favourable light, so I won’t deny for a moment that it was a deeply gratifying and pleasurable experience to be called upon to speak at length about subjects such as Stonehenge and the purported trip that Jesus made to these isles in the early years of the first century.
I received numerous invitations to speak at private functions, public gatherings and festivals around the country and this was something I greatly enjoyed as well. However, for those of you who are unaware of my personal circumstances, I somehow contracted a virus in early March 2016 that came close to killing me, then I ended up having major heart surgery in London’s Royal Brompton hospital.
Two years later, almost to the day, my former home in Sowton Village burned down and with it, just about every last book I possessed, as well as a huge amount of correspondence. I’m glad I’m alive, but as anyone can readily see, my circumstances have changed and with them, my plans and ambitions for my future.