Chapter 56 - Simon Parkes

Around 2017, something else happened that added another layer of complexity to my growing sense of the extraordinary. I stumbled upon the work of Simon Parkes, a man whose beliefs and teachings resonated deeply with what I had been experiencing. Simon, for those who don’t know, is a fascinating figure—a man who claims to have had contact with extraterrestrial beings, specifically the Mantid beings.

It was an odd pairing—Philip Schofield, the daytime TV presenter who would later fall from grace, hosting a conversation about aliens. It seemed like a setup for ridicule. But Simon came across so calmly, so genuinely, that I couldn’t help but believe him. His words weren’t tinged with the sensationalism that so often accompanies these kinds of stories. He wasn’t trying to sell anything or make himself a profit. It was almost as though he was simply sharing his truth with the world.

And what he spoke about—the Mantid beings, the messages he’d received—it felt like it was speaking to something deeper in me. Here was a man who wasn’t just talking about old wives' tales or typical paranormal experiences. He was discussing a broader, more intricate cosmic reality that made sense in a way that nothing had before.

I found myself drawn to his teachings, and soon enough, I started attending his Connecting Consciousness sessions in London. They were incredibly thought-provoking, more so than anything I had encountered up until then. Each meeting left me questioning everything I thought I knew about reality. It wasn’t just about alien beings; it was about human consciousness, the nature of existence, and how we all connect to the universe in ways we might never fully understand.

What impressed me most about Simon’s work wasn’t just his knowledge, but the fact that he was reaching a growing audience. He had, and still has, over a million followers these days. His sessions and teachings have become a beacon for people like me—people who are looking for answers, trying to understand what lies beyond the surface of our everyday lives.

Simon’s work, in many ways, was a turning point for me. It wasn’t just a new belief system—it was a new way of seeing the world. It was an invitation to step outside the ordinary and embrace the extraordinary, to see ourselves as part of something much larger than we could ever imagine. And as I delved deeper into his teachings, it became clearer to me that my journey, my experiences, and the strange coincidences I’d encountered were all leading me somewhere. The universe, or whatever force was behind it, wasn’t just a backdrop for my life. It was an active participant, guiding me, nudging me forward, even when I didn’t understand where it was taking me.

After many months of attending Simon Parkes’ Connecting Consciousness sessions, I began to feel like something was missing. While I appreciated the insight and wisdom I had gained from the group, something about it felt out of sync with the evolving nature of my understanding. It wasn’t quite resonating with me in the way it had in the beginning. I realised that the information and concepts being discussed were starting to feel a bit out of date, at least compared to what I was reading and discovering elsewhere.

One thing that had truly captivated me during this period was the information coming from ZetaTalk. The Zetas, their messages, and the language of their teachings resonated deeply within me. The more I read, the more I realised that the community and the messages from ZetaTalk were on a whole other level of understanding. It was as if they had access to the deeper truths that Simon, with all his knowledge, couldn’t quite tap into. ZetaTalk didn’t just offer insight—it explained things that were unfolding around me in real time. Things most people hadn’t even started to question. Like the sudden rise in plane crashes…

So, I made the decision to leave the group. I wanted to immerse myself in the deeper, more direct connection that ZetaTalk offered. I felt a pull toward their community, towards the messages they were sharing, and I yearned to find others who felt the same way. I had hoped to find a group of like-minded people who were not just curious but deeply invested in the knowledge and teachings of the Zetas.

The problem was, when I brought up ZetaTalk, even in passing, I was met with confusion. I remember being astonished by how few people had even heard of it. Here I was, diving headfirst into the Zeta information, convinced it was the next step in my spiritual journey, and most of the people in the Connecting Consciousness group had no idea what I was talking about.

I was too polite to press the issue, to demand answers about why it wasn’t more widely known, but it struck me as odd. Why hadn’t this message reached a wider audience? How could these people who were so dedicated to their spiritual growth be unaware of the Zetas, who seemed to be on the brink of revealing the answers to some of the deepest questions of our existence?

Despite my quiet frustration, I was determined. I needed to connect with others who knew, who understood. I craved those discussions that would link me to others who were also seeking truth beyond the surface. I wanted to find that ZetaTalk group, that circle of souls who were already deep into the messages, ready to share, learn, and explore with me. It was clear to me now: that was where the real answers lay.

It was during one of the one-to-one sessions I’d paid Simon for that something truly extraordinary happened. I had decided to bunk off work for a while, a little act of rebellion, to engage with the universe and, more specifically, with Simon himself. It felt like a moment of deep alignment—a time to truly open myself to the guidance he could provide. I was ready to hear whatever message the universe had for me.

As the session unfolded, Simon spoke with a calm certainty. His words, while never abrupt, seemed to carry a weight that went beyond the ordinary. And then, amidst the exchange, he told me something that hit me like a bolt of lightning, and I’ll never forget it:

"You're not from the 4th dimension, or the 5th dimension, or the 6th dimension, or the 7th dimension, or the 8th dimension, or the 9th dimension, or the 10th dimension, or the 11th dimension. You're from the twelfth dimension."

Those words lingered in my mind long after the session ended. Twelfth dimension. What did that even mean? It was as if he had unlocked some secret door in my mind, one that led to realms beyond the limits of conventional understanding. Twelve dimensions. I could barely comprehend the enormity of it.

The idea of dimensions had always fascinated me, but to be told that I wasn’t from any of the commonly discussed ones—that I was from a place beyond, a realm so far outside the known spectrum—struck me as both overwhelming and deeply validating. It was like I’d been given access to a secret, cosmic identity that explained everything I had ever felt—an otherworldly connection that had always been there but had eluded me for so long.

The shock of this revelation wasn’t just about the dimensions themselves, though. It was about what it meant for my existence. Who was I really, if not from this earth, from this time and place? Was I truly just passing through, caught up in a body and mind that couldn’t quite grasp the full depth of where I came from?

I sat with that thought for weeks, turning it over in my head. Simon’s words, though cryptic, felt like a breadcrumb trail. I started to look at my life through a new lens—one that stretched beyond the physical world, beyond this dimension of time and space. Could it be that I had a higher purpose here, on Earth, in this moment? Was I, in some way, supposed to remind others of the hidden truths of the universe?

And then came the question that gnawed at me: How would I find my place in the grand scheme of things, in a world where my essence, my very soul, came from beyond the known realms?

Now, what would you start thinking if someone you fully believed in told you that you were from such a high dimension? For me, it was a revelation that sent shockwaves through my already chaotic mind. The words hung in the air, heavier than they had any right to be. The 12th dimension. What did that even mean? I immediately got freaked out.

The greys that had fascinated me for years—the beings I felt such a strange, inexplicable kinship with—existed in the 4th dimension. That’s a dimension I could almost comprehend, but twelve? What the hell did I look like in this theoretical higher plane of existence? The thought twisted in my mind like a Mobius strip: infinite, unresolvable, and deeply unsettling.

On one hand, it was like fuel to the fire of my growing messiah complex. I mean, why stop at "special" when you could go straight to "cosmically extraordinary"? But on the other hand, the revelation left me feeling more hollow than holy. If I truly was this exalted being from a realm so far beyond human comprehension, then why couldn’t I manifest a single superpower to help me in this mundane, often miserable human existence? No telekinesis to lift my phone when it fell off the table, no psychic ability to escape awkward conversations. Not even a flicker of supernatural insight to make sense of why my life felt so… ordinary.

The whole thing had the flavour of a cruel cosmic joke. Like someone had handed me the keys to a kingdom I couldn’t even locate on a map. I spiralled for days, torn between wanting to embrace this “truth” and questioning if it was all just a delusion. Was I grasping at straws to give meaning to my life, or was this something bigger than I could understand?

And yet, for all my doubts, the idea refused to leave me. It clung to me like a shadow, forcing me to reframe everything I thought I knew about myself, about existence. If I was truly from the 12th dimension, then what was my purpose here? Was I supposed to accomplish something monumental? Was I meant to suffer through this human life, caught between dimensions, so I could learn something profound?

Or maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t about being extraordinary at all. Maybe being from the 12th dimension wasn’t a blessing or a curse—it was just another layer of this strange, labyrinthine reality we all inhabit. Something I could never fully understand but would spend my life trying to grasp.

And so, I carried on. No superpowers. No higher calling magically revealed. Just the quiet, nagging thought that maybe there was something more to me than I’d ever realised. Or maybe there wasn’t. Either way, the journey to figure it out was mine alone.

The Connecting Consciousness groups, as fascinating as they are, felt somewhat out of date to me compared to ZetaTalk. While Simon Parkes and the community offer valuable insights and discussion, ZetaTalk takes it to another level in terms of immediacy and relevance. The Zetas, who provide the commentary for ZetaTalk, update their discussions daily, often with a precision that feels surgical in its detail. They don't just respond to big events or obscure theories—they provide insights on current world events, political shifts, and even global phenomena in real-time.

What sets ZetaTalk apart is their ability to consistently offer timely, nuanced commentary, especially in times of social or political turmoil. They don’t just make broad statements or philosophical musings; they break things down with laser-like accuracy, dissecting news stories with an almost prophetic understanding of how things will unfold. They seem to know what’s coming before it does, which makes their daily commentary feel not just timely but incredibly prescient.

This level of up-to-the-minute analysis is what made Connecting Consciousness feel like it was lagging behind. While Simon Parkes and his groups focus more on the metaphysical, spiritual, and personal aspects of awakening, ZetaTalk offers a wider lens—connecting the metaphysical with the very real, day-to-day events happening in the world. For me, ZetaTalk’s approach felt more in tune with the speed at which the world is changing.

It's this constant, cutting-edge commentary that keeps ZetaTalk not only relevant but ahead of the curve, and it's hard to find that level of detail and precision anywhere else. If you're someone who wants to stay informed with a spiritual perspective that is tightly connected to the world’s pulse, ZetaTalk's daily updates are second to none.

To this day, I still think about that twelfth dimension comment more often than I probably should.


 

Dave Monk

  • Nationality: Welsh
  • Ethnicity: Caucasian
  • Eye Colour: Blue
  • Hair Colour: Brown
  • Tattoos: None
  • Star Sign: Aries
  • Bra Cup Size: n/a
  • Date of Birth: 46 ( 05 th Apr 1979 )
  • Weight: 60 kg

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Chapter 83 - A Letter to You

Dear Reader,

If you’ve made it this far, thank you. I never imagined my story would find its way into your hands, much less that you’d take the time to read it. Writing this book has been one of the hardest and most cathartic things I’ve ever done. Reliving some of the moments I’d rather forget, capturing the ones I cherish, and stitching them together into a cohesive narrative felt like trying to explain chaos. And yet, here we are—at the end. Or maybe, the beginning.

The truth is, I never set out to inspire anyone. Most days, I’m still trying to inspire myself. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned through the relentless, messy chaos of life, it’s this: you are always capable of more than you think.

Chapter 82 - Blogger

I kept a blog that became a reflection of my mind—chaotic, fragmented, yet brutally honest. It wasn’t just a collection of thoughts; it was a lifeline, a desperate attempt to make sense of a world that felt like it was crumbling around me. Writing was the only way I knew to process the noise in my head. Page after page, I poured out my fears, my suspicions, my heartbreak.

But the hardest part? It wasn’t writing those words; it was looking back at them later.

The blog grew with an intensity that mirrored my psychosis. Every entry was a snapshot of my spiralling thoughts, each one more fragmented than the last. I wrote about the people in the office next door, convinced they were part of some grand conspiracy. I dissected every lyric from the songs I heard, convinced they were messages meant for me. And I wrote about my belief that the world was watching me, that I was somehow the centre of this dark, twisted performance.

Chapter 81 - No Coincidences

There I was, eagerly settling into my seat, popcorn in hand, ready to dive into the latest chapter of the Alien saga: Alien Romulus. The opening scene rolled in, that iconic style I’d come to love, with its vast, silent expanse of space. The screen shifted to display the ship's location in the universe, and there it was—Zeta Reticuli.

It hit me like a lightning bolt of déjà vu. My mind raced back to the original Alien film, where they also referenced Zeta Reticuli. This wasn’t just clever continuity by the filmmakers—it felt like the universe itself nudging me. Of course, Zeta Reticuli isn’t just a location in a movie; it’s steeped in mystery and lore, tied to the alien narratives that have fascinated me my entire life.

Chapter 80 - The Promise of a Robot Arm

Through my Holodex adventures, I’ve met some truly extraordinary people. Among them, Heather Vahn stands out as one of the rarest people I’ve ever met. Over the years, she’s been a constant presence, steadfast and unwavering, even in the moments when it felt like the rest of the world had turned its back on me.

Heather is a force of nature—wildly successful, radiating confidence and financial ease. She knows I’m broke—and she doesn’t flinch. Instead, she takes me out to dinner. Not just dinner, but lavish meals in restaurants where a single dish costs more than I’d usually spend in a week.

The last time we went out, the bill came to a staggering £200—practically my monthly budget in one sitting. It was a humbling experience. Part of me wanted to argue, to fight for my pride, but she wouldn’t hear of it. She waved away my protests, reminding me that her success meant nothing if she couldn’t share it with the people she cared about.

Chapter 79 - A Clash of Beliefs

Visiting my friend Noah in the hospital was supposed to be a comforting gesture, but it quickly spiralled into something I wasn’t prepared for. Noah, a devout Muslim, had been admitted for a serious medical condition, and when I arrived, I was stunned by what I saw.

The hallway outside his room was packed with people—family, friends, and members of his mosque—all waiting to offer their support. The gestures of solidarity and love were profound. Many of them had even offered Noah one of their kidneys if it came to that. Their faith and selflessness were awe-inspiring, and it reminded me of what it meant to have a real community backing you.

It was in that moment of admiration and gratitude that I decided to open up about my own faith.

With all the goodwill in the room, I thought maybe this was the right time to share my perspective. Surely, they would be open-minded, right?

Wrong.

Chapter 78 - These Days, Life is Good

These days, I find myself in a place I never thought I’d reach—not just physically, but emotionally. After the chaos and hardships that defined much of my journey, life has finally offered me a reprieve. Thanks to a disability payment I receive each month, I can live comfortably in the heart of London—a privilege I never take for granted. Without it, I’d be staring down bankruptcy, but instead, I’ve got a stable life for myself.

Almost against my own instincts, the system provided me with something I never imagined having: a weekly cleaner. At first, I balked at the idea. Having grown up justifying every little expense, the notion of someone else folding my laundry and scrubbing my floors felt… indulgent. But let me tell you—living in a spotless home is a game-changer. It’s amazing how much clarity and energy a clean environment brings. I’ve come to realise that sometimes, the help you don’t think you need can transform your daily life.

Chapter 77 - A David Among Goliaths

The story of Holodex isn't just about an idea; it's about resilience, audacity, and the will to face giants with little more than sheer determination. The industry is dominated by Aylo—a behemoth whose valuation towers in the billions, a juggernaut so firmly entrenched that most wouldn’t even consider trying to compete. But for me, the challenge of going head-to-head with such a colossal presence is precisely what makes this journey thrilling.

Holodex is my David against their Goliath. It’s not just about business; it’s personal. From day one, I’ve been armed only with my tech skills, resourcefulness, and a belief that there’s room for something better, something different. Aylo might own the market, but they don’t own the hearts of the creators or the audiences. That’s where I see the opportunity—a chance to build a platform that feels human, one that listens, adapts, and serves in a way the corporate monolith never could.

Chapter 76 - Game

Before I knew it, I found myself diving headfirst into a new idea—one that felt both personal and incredibly innovative. Using ChatGPT, I began designing a futuristic VR game that would transport players to a time when space prisons housed the worst of society’s criminals. To confuse matters I also called it Holodex. Set aboard a massive, high-tech prison ship, this game wasn’t just about escape or survival—it was about managing the rehabilitation of digital inmates, almost like a high-tech Tamagotchi in a grim, dystopian setting.

Chapter 75 - Failed investment

After deciding to give Holodex another shot, I was hit with a major roadblock: money. I needed an investor, and fast. There was one person, Simon, who had always been supportive of me in the past. I thought for sure he would come through. When I called him up to pitch my plan for re-entering the adult content space with Holodex, he seemed interested. He told me to send over everything I had, and he’d get back to me later that evening. So, I did what I had to do—I sent everything—financial projections, business plans, all of it.

But then… nothing. Months passed. I didn’t get a response. And when I finally did hear from him, it was a cold, distant email that didn’t feel like he even took the time to read my pitch. The worst part? It felt like I was being given the silent treatment. I had asked for just ten minutes of his time to discuss my vision, but months went by without any real feedback.

Chapter 74 - Youtube ZetaTalk

At least I was trying. After all, what else can you do when you believe in something so deeply? This year, something shifted in me, something that reignited my passion for ZetaTalk. It was another breakthrough—another tool that seemed like it had been made for this very purpose. I discovered an AI that could convert text to speech, and the real magic came when it paired with beautiful video imagery. I knew instantly this was the perfect medium for the ZetaTalk message.

And just like that, I was back on track. Before I even realised what was happening, I was creating what would become the official ZetaTalk YouTube channel. I can’t even begin to explain how ecstatic I was to get this role. It felt like a small victory in a battle that had felt endless. Hours later, I had created over 400 videos—a massive archive that would live on for anyone who wanted to explore the ideas in a video format.

Chapter 73 - Ten years

For ten long years, I’ve been trying to make the world listen—shouting about the truth I believe in, about ZetaTalk, and the mysteries that I’ve uncovered. It’s been a journey, and not one that many would understand. In fact, for most of the time, it felt like I was the only one in the world who even cared. I was the lone voice, much like someone in the past standing up and saying, “No, the Earth isn’t flat.” That kind of conviction, that kind of belief, is a heavy burden to carry when no one else is listening.

And yet, despite the years of silence, despite the feeling of being unheard, I continued. I made choices that others would deem unthinkable. I chose my cause over everything else—over my marriage, over relationships, and even over my own peace of mind. It wasn’t a decision I took lightly. In fact, it was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. But in my heart, I felt that I was doing what I had to do. I couldn’t abandon what I believed in. I couldn’t just let the world continue without me trying to make it see something different.

Chapter 72 - The Art of Staying Alive

As you’ve probably guessed, I’ve had a lot of time on my hands. Being signed off work because of the psychological and physical battles I’ve faced has left me with more hours in the day than I sometimes know what to do with. At first, that time felt like a void—an endless stretch where my thoughts could spiral, pulling me back into the pain of everything I’ve endured. But over time, I discovered something incredible: the power of creativity to rebuild what life had taken from me.

Projects like Monk's Models and others have been my lifeline, my way of finding purpose when it felt like everything else had been stripped away. They weren’t just hobbies; they were a form of therapy. Writing scripts, generating music, producing episodes—all of it became a way to channel my experiences, process my emotions, and rediscover the parts of myself I thought were lost.

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