My name is Jack Solomon. Aka “Solomon_Jacks” – a change suggested by my music publisher to harmonize all my media into a single title.
I was born in Lowestoft, Suffolk, 30 miles due North of Rendlesham forest. That's about the same distance as the Roswell crash site is to Roswell town. But don't be fooled. Lowestoft does not live in the shadow of Rendlesham. Indeed, It may be the other way around, as Lowestoft ( an old Viking settlement “Louies toft” or enclosure ) sits at the head of the “Michael + Mary Dragon-line”, a leyline that passes through a tiny Suffolk village named “Eye”, meaning “Eye of the Dragon” on its way across Britain to the crop circle zones of the west country.
Both my parents were experiencers.
My father's UFO encounter on the eve of ww2, directly assisted him in surviving the war. While my mother, ten years his junior, had an encounter of her own that quite literally saved her life, by taking her out of school on the day it was hit by a German air raid.
The two lived on adjoining farms but did not know each other due to their age difference and would not meet until after my father returned from Japanese captivity in late 1945.
Many years later, on that exact same farm, as a very young child I would encounter the same UFO my father had twice seen, easily identified by a distinctive “Blue cross” on its underside. But I had no idea he had seen such a thing, as dad always claimed to be a “sceptic” and it wasn't until just a few years before he died that he admitted to seeing it and having a raft of other experiences.
If only I had known
But now it all made sense
How many times had I seen my father swing his shotgun in the direction of a bird that had not yet flown ? How many times did he suddenly awake in his chair “aware” that one of his cattle was in trouble, grab his coat, go to the rescue and discover he was absolutely right ? !
The dye was cast; A double bloodline of Rh negative parents, both born and raised on the “head” of a leyline”, a stones throw from Rendlesham.
No surprise then, that I grew up seeing spirit in clouds, sensing the timeless, unseen world.
Long before I could read or absorb such issues intellectually, I intuitively sensed I could make things happen, just by thinking about it, and grew into the role of shaman. Apart from a few of Hyneks UFO books, I hardly ever read or studied these subjects. Nor for the most part, did I mix with others of the same kind. I was a loner. I Still am.
Almost everything I ever learned just “came to me”, either from direct personal experience or surfaced from some deep, dark area of my own psyche. Some of these early “lessons” were extremely painful, especially the first one; a small boy doesn't forget having all the flesh burned off his arm – but it was worth it, because it was in that exact moment, I realized it was me who had summoned that event. I had literally “made it happen”
I came to realize very early on, the only “spirit” we should ever really listen to, is our own.
The Insomnia went into overdrive after that first UFO encounter. It has never left me. I know it never will. From the outset I felt a close affinity with the animal kingdoms. I developed an extremely close affinity with cats and found I could “sense” when there was one near by. Cats will ALWAYS sense ET or Spirit around, long before we do.
Rats are not everybodies best friend, but I found them to be a very helpful indeed, and bred ( the domesticated kind ) to become UK champion for a year. A direct consequence of winning that was meeting an actress, who, in turn, led me to a period of living in Hollywood. She took me to Arizona + spent time on the Navajo / Hopi reservation, where my affinity with animals deepened and I began absorbing the deeper aspects of “animal medicine”
There I experienced a heavy “initiation of wolves”
I spent much of this past summer having long “conversations” with a local flock of seagulls, discussing how they could help me extend the range of my singing voice. I told them there would be at least one loaf of bread per day in it for them, if they gave up their secrets of a wide open gullet, hitting high notes without strain etc – the seagulls took the deal, and “im singing like a bird” !!
People often talk about ET pretending to be deer or owls. True. They do. But Spend enough time in Rendlesham forest and you know which golden eyes belong to deer, and which ones don't.
A young boy who takes a baby owl as a pet, just might know their authentic energy from that of an imposter. That owls name was “Ollie” and he would fly off my arm, wing his way around the field at the bottom of my garden and come straight back to land on my wrist.
I would love to see the “alien” that could do that !!
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