Can we scale down the searching?

A body is burnt beyond recognition, the ashes buried, hidden, scattered in a body of water, a lake, the sea, underground-somewhere chosen by the perpetrator/s.

A human body is taken apart, hidden, where no one seemingly will ever find it.

A body is encased in concrete, weighted deep in an ocean, or added to the crushing and dispersing ability of a recycling centre.  How horrible.  How desperate.

However one disposes of a body, the truth of that action can never be lost.  The memory of that action will exist in existence, awaiting the ideal circumstances to be recovered, the perfect time.

When is that perfect time though?  Does it depend on the victim?  Does it depend on the perpetrator/s?  Does it depend on the searching energy of loved ones and friends?  Or does it simply, yet agonisingly, depend on the ability of that memory to reveal itself, in its own time, at its own discretion?

And what of the family, the friends, and much lower down the scale of grief, those concerned members of the public?

Are the family supposed to continually search for a body that potentially exists only in miniscule, hidden, scattered form?  How difficult is that, for the family, and for the search.

Are there searches for some of the Missing that are so difficult that no human being is able to find that person?

But what if nothing is impossible in this world?  What conflict… 

…fighting with the need to search, the need to know, yet considering the fact that you alone, quite possibly, cannot solve this appalling tragedy.

But how to know.  How to know that there is a suggestion out there to scale down the searching for your loved one-so that nature, God, life, can take over, and somehow give you solace, some form of peace, some belief that you have tried everything in your power to find your loved one.

Is it just that some interactions in life stop the flow of truth?

Is there a way to scale down these searches-and in turn allow another force to take over, the truth, the memory of the moment your loved ones were taken from the living?

Is there another way to reveal your long-awaited answers?

I believe it could be possible.  Do you?

PI for God.

What does a private investigator for God look like? In my eyes it is a human being who either believes in a God, or is satisfied to trust in a God that provides guidance in helping solve seemingly complicated earthly situations. Whether that God is able or is willing to use that volunteer is only known when said volunteer offers himself or herself to that guidance.

I am no scholar, but the above words make quite a lot of sense to me.

So many earthly situations seem highly complicated, but in my opinion that God or earthly energy knows all the answers, knows all our histories, knows all our faults, our visions, our characters-and our potentials.

I once solved a robbery, not by intention, but by being at the right place at the right time doing the right thing. I knew of the crime but made no effort to try and solve it because I did not see it as my place to do so. But by simply buying a ladder from a local shop, circumstances quickly unravelled, a suspect was suggested, and all was made clear.

Similarly, by being given a photograph of a young lad who disappeared in a far Eastern country, without effort and any real intention, I bumped into the guy three hours after having landed in the country’s capitol, right people, right time, right place, right circumstances. Are there moments in your own life that seem miraculous, meant to be, coincidental, mind blowing?

And for the third blog post in a row I bring up the saying, When nothing goes right-go left.

I mention this quote for two reasons. The first reason I mention it is to those many many people who are searching for a loved Missing Person. To those people, who have tried all manner of ways to work out what has happened to them, maybe try a different direction. The second reason I mention it is for personal reasons, to attempt to find work or vocation within the Missing Persons field. I am sure I can help, somewhere, somehow.

To announce oneself, or apply in spirit to work for God as a gentle private investigator attempting to help solve complicated earthly situations, to me, is going left. It is not an ordinary job. There seems to be no job ads in the local newspaper for it. If you cannot find an outlet for your passions, create it.

I would imagine that work like this would involve no direct payment from anyone wanting help in finding a loved one or a friend. I will find ways to support my work financially, hopefully that will come with the job application-but I have no idea of the terms, but I am willing to bet that the terms could be good, and relative to the work undertaken.

Twitter seems to be my preferred method of advertising, but with new management there, who know what replies, if any, I may get.

This short piece of writing is a direct application to work for God as a private investigator and I imagine primarily in the Missing Persons and Unidentified Body field. Please do get in touch if any of the above appeals to you. Thank you.

Writings from ‘another’ Motorway Service Station.

Laptop on table, Costa coffee on table, mobile phone, pens, paper, unlimited free wifi, 24 hour use of electric plug sockets, (if I don’t get moved on for loitering with intent to write). I have spent so many hours in service stations, recently here on the M20, but formerly literally weeks at both Clacket Lane Eastbound services on the M25 around the year 2011, and also at Rownhams Westbound on the M3 around 2018 time.

I spent a total of nearly 100 hours hitchhiking for a lift in just yellow Ferraris at Clacket. I got offered a lift in a beige Maserati, but that wasn’t a yellow Ferrari was it. When do you settle for just less than your goal, and when do you just stick to your guns? To me, turning down the Maserati was a success in itself.

After spending days writing in Rownhams I managed to secure a job in the services’ carpark washing HGV lorries for a small business there. It was a great job, hard work, but the money obsessed owner always made a point of thanking all his staff at the end of every day. I have never forgotten that. It gave me inspiration to turn up bright and breezy the next day. It was winter time, so it was always cold and always dark, both as work started and as it ended.

So now it’s Maidstone services on the M20. It’s my day off from picking apples for a local business. There is a big harvest this year and they are crying out for helpers to finish the two week season off. Do you know a team of 5 reliable people who could help them out and want the work?

Terribly sad news the other day. The remains and belongings of dear Leah Croucher the 19 year old girl who disappeared on the 15th February 2019 from Milton Keynes were found in a loft of a house just half a mile from where she disappeared. How utterly tragic for her, her parents, her family and friends. And it trickles down through society to those of us who could only look on in despair at yet another true story of a Missing Person. The only apparent saving grace is that Leah’s whereabouts is known to the family. Their agonies will continue but not the harrowing one of not knowing where she is. God bless them All.

If the police had considered searching every loft in the immediate neighbourhood Leah may have been found earlier. But was that realistic? When people disappear the scenarios of what happened to them can be endless. To check every shed, every woodland, every nook and cranny of our towns, our neighbourhoods, our industrial estates, our sewer system, our countryside would take enormous amounts of time, money, man and woman power. Some people are found quickly. They are found in accessible and open places, but so many lay missing for years in places that are never searched, or never thought to be areas of possibility.

Leah seems to have been found perhaps by chance. It seems, (and I am speculating here) that a random person went into the loft, perhaps looking for something else, and came across her remains. I do realise though that someone may have known where she was, somehow, and went to specifically look.

But for many people who eventually get found there is that notion of the happenings of chance, where for whatever reason circumstances come together to reveal a body, their remains, someone who had been searched for for weeks, months, years.

But surely there must be some way of reducing the agony time of those that are looking for their missing loved ones, and there are so many instances of this. Leah was one of the 8 people I had listed on this website, and Georgina Gharsallah is another young woman also listed.

Georgina disappeared from her hometown of Worthing, UK on the 7th March 2018. She will be 35 years old this coming Saturday, and her family, including 2 young boys, agonise in their wait to find out what has become of her.

As in Leah’s story there were and are little to no clues as to what happened at the time of their disappearances. Andrea, Georgina’s Mum has a daily fight to keep Georgina’s plight in public view, yet seemingly there are no clues to her whereabouts or timeline of what may have happened to her.

How can we help Andrea, her two boys, her father, her sisters, family and friends find out what has happened to Georgina? Can we help create the right circumstances for life to reveal the answers? Not only can we help, but how do we help create those circumstances so that this agony can end, or at least be greatly reduced for them? The truth is always out there, but how can we safely and speedily help reveal it? Surely, it must be possible. Surely we do not inhabit this earth to just create and have to put up with such agonies? Surely there are moments in time that we say to ourselves, and each other, enough is enough, let’s concentrate our minds on beginning to end the agonies of so many people and so many families.

If I was to put myself forward for this job, this role, this honour, because it would be an honour in my opinion, how would I go about it? I have the belief in miracles. I have the belief that the truth is always out there, despite the myriad ways humanity might want to hide it. I have the experience of finding a missing person, years ago, where I witnessed that definite moment when the right people were in the right place doing the right thing for the right reason.

How can I create this role in my own life? And I hark back to my last blogpost with the three sayings in it, “When nothing goes right-go left”, “Go and wake up your luck”, “Don’t wait for the opportunity-create it”.

My way at the moment is to sit and write and get my thoughts down. I firmly believe that if one makes a firm enough request to the universe, that the universe hears that request and replies in turn. But where do we look for that reply?! Over the past couple of decades, although not recently, I used to try and help many families of those that had gone missing-but that wasn’t right. It took me a long time to learn that the Universe would use me when it could. I needed to step back, not try and force results, but wait to see where I could be of use, knowing that God, the Universe, Nature, all knew best where I could be used. Compared to them, I know nothing!

But where to put that energy of what seems like a burning passion, a vocational gift? Where to put my energies when on waking every morning, within minutes, often seconds, I am thinking of finding people who have gone missing, of listening to the concerns and horrors of those that have missing relatives and friends.

There must be a way of carefully, sensitively, and increasingly speedily, alongside God, the Universe, Nature, whatever that energy might or might not be, of ending the horrors of the Missing Person phenomenon. There is. I know it.

Writings from a campervan.

Seemingly a waste of time!  How many times over the years have I sat down with a laptop, a computer, a word processor or a typewriter and set out on that quest for the long awaited ‘bestseller’!  Back in the earlier days it would be a sack on my back, a wad of A4 paper, a bunch of pens, a few carrots, bottles of water and a search for solitude in the mountains or along a coastline.  There were the mountains in Kashmir, the beaches in Cyprus, Greece, the Canaries, Thailand.  The list goes on.  The failures go on!

But I sit here again, laptop out and my AEG Olympia Traveller de Luxe S typewriter under the desk, ready for when power dies down or I feel the need for the physical satisfaction of bashing out words and seeing them in instant print.

I made another short video on my mobile phone yesterday.  Another video about the quest to help in the Missing Persons field.  I think I will get there.  I just need to keep trying.

I have three sayings written down on my office whiteboard in front of me.  They are:

“When nothing goes right-go left”.

“Go and wake up your luck”.   (An Iranian saying).

And “Don’t wait for the opportunity-create it”.

All good sayings I feel. The first one reminds me of a trip through Turkey back in 2001.  I had no money and no work.  I was hitchhiking to Damascus from Geneva and was walking along a windy and dangerous road with traffic roaring past me.  My thumb was out but no lifts were offered.  The noise of the lorries was horrible, the fumes equally bad.  I was really pissed off, and a little voice in my head said ‘turn around, go in the opposite direction’.  Of course, I thought this was ridiculous.  Damascus was that direction, why would I want to go the other way?  But the voice grew louder and I said right, things are bad enough as they are, let’s turn around.  And I did.  I put my thumb down and walked in the opposite direction.  After a short while I saw a turning to the right.  The traffic noise receded, and the fumes disappeared.  The roads narrowed and I walked up into the hills.  The birds sang and the sun started to set.  I walked through a very small village and then darkness came down.  It was cold but I wrapped myself in my jacket, lay down in a field and actually managed some sleep, some peaceful sleep.  I was right to follow the voice.  Sometimes, when struggling, it can be a good idea to stop the struggle, slow down, and try the opposite approach.  I got up from my field as dawn broke and started walking down the road.  A horse and cart drew up beside me and the driver motioned for me to climb aboard.  I did.  He gave me a lift for about a mile and a half.  Such a pleasure that was.

The second saying is as I say an Iranian one.  I came across it after having read a book by an English lady who travelled around Iran on her motorbike.  It was a good read and I thought the saying was mighty powerful.  If life is boring, or not working for you, and no one is helping you to change that life, then it can be up to you, “Go and wake up your life”!

And the third, “Don’t wait for the opportunity-create it”.  However hard this might seem to do, it has to be possible.  If we have a strong enough drive or desire to do something then as Goethe says, and I have his full saying on the wall of my campervan, “commit yourself and a whole stream of events issues from this decision, raising in one’s favour all manner of unforeseen incidents and meetings and material assistance which no one could have dreamt could have come your way.  Whatever you can do or dream you can do, begin it.  Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it.”

So, what do you want to do with your life?  Are you happy with it, then fine, if you are not, would anything of these sayings help you change direction?

Finding the magic in Human Beings. (10.09.21).

Investigative Genetic Genealogy-The way to go in the UK? TiptoeOwens.

The USA are making great strides in solving many cold cases through the use of Genetic Genealogy.  What are the hurdles to the potential to seeing this process used within the UK?  Your comments appreciated.
  1. Investigative Genetic Genealogy-The way to go in the UK?
  2. A drizzly afternoon with The Man from Balmore.
  3. Keeping up the short podcasts for "The Man from Balmore".
  4. The Man from Balmore.
  5. 18.11.2020 A Day Of Prayer For The Missing.

20.06.2021

Finally getting around to updating blog and website. Apologies for not doing it sooner. As far as I am aware, through google searches primarily, sadly there seem to have been no positive movement in the small amount of but important life stories mentioned in this website.

Andrea Frances, Georgina Gharsallah’s Mum, ran, jogged and walked an exhausting 100km ultra marathon to raise awareness of Georgina disappearance and Missing Persons. This is the first of three that she is attempting. No doubt she will give it her all. Andrea is a fun runner at heart, not going out to break records, but what an achievement so far. I noticed, whilst being invited into her home for a cup of tea a year or so ago, the large number of medals hanging on the wall whilst going up the stairs. How many are there Andrea? 20, 30, 40?

I enclose a newspaper article about her run.

https://www.dailyadvent.com/gb/news/36f2d11869acb6ff58e5177b34b73247-Georgina-Gharsallahs-mother-completes-first-of-incredible-24hour-endurance-challenges

Over the past three months I have been attempting to see if I can help in the identification of a man named, ‘The Man from Balmore’. This gentleman was found in the woods next to Golf Course Road in the village of Balmore just North of Glasgow on the 16th October 2011. I enclose a short audio of where I am at with this. I returned to the woods yesterday. I talk to the guy every day, trying to see if he is ready to identify himself, or allow us to do so whilst investigating. His body was found in quite an amazing way. This finding leads me to feel an identification, with his permission, is possible. https://anchor.fm/simon-anthony-owens/episodes/The-Man-from-Balmore-e12ms45

I will keep you updated.

Another Day of Prayer for the Missing.

Wednesday 18th November 2020 will be the second Day of Prayer for the Missing. Why? Because I went for a walk yesterday evening in the blustery wind and rain having asked God yet again to tell me what to do! And as I walked, memories of previous demonstrations and protests that I have done over the years flicked back into my thoughts. The amount of t shirts that I had written on, the sign writing I had done on various vehicles, the posters that I had put up.

So let’s do it again. The first Day of Prayer for the Missing that I organised a month or so ago was hastily put together. The Day didn’t get much coverage-but it happened.

I have made the date for six months time. No need to rush. I believe in the power of God, of the Universe, of Nature, of Life. I believe that the forces involved with these entities can help somehow in solving some of these agonising true stories.

I believe these forces have a memory that can somehow help us. These forces of nature need no cctv cameras, they need no eye witness’. The memory of what has happened to all those that are missing, in my opinion, are etched within the memory of time. People disappeared without trace. But something did happen. Explanations must be available.

The second Day of Prayer for the Missing attempts to link up with the forces of nature to somehow help us reveal what has happened to all those that have gone missing. The Day by no means guarantees miracles. It doesn’t guarantee results for All. But it does hope for miracles. It does hope for results. And it asks for the Universe to guide us safely and sensibly to actions that we can take to help reveal the answers to some of these true stories.

I will update a photograph of a t shirt with the Day‘s details on it. I will also update a photograph when I have sign written on my van, Clarence.

I am not going to concentrate of promoting the Day through social media. I will rely on my t shirts, my van, my blog, perhaps my Patreon page and anyone that wishes to get involved. It will be a simple day. I hope it will be an effective day. Thank you for reading this.

First bit of sign writing. More to come I expect.
A day of Prayer for the #Missing.

How do we help initiate calmness?

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This picture was taken in the afternoon on Sunday 19th January, this year, 2020. This is a view of the South West coastal area of the island of El Hierro, the furthest South and West of the Canary islands. This area of sea is called Mar Las Calmas, (Calm Sea).  It is part of the Atlantic ocean.  If you set sail on a sail boat, ordinarily, and with no mishaps and a near on constant North Easterley wind, you should reach the Caribbean within three to four weeks at an average speed of 5 or 6 knots an hour.

The high hill I am sat on shelters Las Calmas from the North Easterlies.  There was a gentle cool breeze yesterday, the only noise from that gentle breeze made by its journey through the pine trees.  The cool air here makes breathing easy.  The silence makes thinking easier.  It is the sort of place that reminds you that amongst the stresses of life, somehow, all can be well, somehow.

But how can you say this to someone who has a loved one or a friend who has gone missing?  How can you say to someone in this position that all will be well?

Because sometimes all is not well, all will not be well, and hope at all is hard to imagine, let alone find.

Can people who are suffering daily, minute by minute, second by second find some form of calmness amongst the madness and torture of their feelings?

Is there any way on Earth, or any thing on Earth that can give these people at least momentary times of calmness. periods of time, however small, when they can feel at peace with their world, even if to return to their madness and torture shortly afterwards?

Are there words that can be said?  Are there places they can go?  Are there people they can talk to?  Are there people they can hold, are there people that will hold them?

The torture, grief, not knowing, horror and depression associated to people when loved ones and friends go missing is almost otherwordly.

These people need to feel a belonging.  They need, amongst their tortured feelings to still be, and feel, a part of this working World.

Through moments of calm can we somehow help their present situations?  We, as a World community must be able to do something, somethings, to ease their pain.

How can we start to create moments of calmness for those presently in so much pain?

( A blogpost from the island of El Hierro. An island, raw, dramatic and up close to nature).