#Andrewbartzis #galactichistorian
You need power only when you want to do something harmful; otherwise, love is enough to get everything done.
– Charlie Chaplin
If you have an interest in the supernatural; if you’re what they called in the early twentieth century a seeker; or if you’re a connoisseur of the paranormal, the conspiratorial, the mysterious itself, then perhaps you’ve heard the name Andrew Bartzis, or perhaps you know him by his self-given appellation, the galactic historian, then you would know that he bills himself as a master reader of the akashic records.
Bartzis is a big name in a small world, a niche subculture of renegade spiritual discourse that springs off the success of people like David Icke, a former British footballer and sports announcer for the BBC who committed social and career suicide when he announced publicly in the early nineties that a shape shifting reptilian race runs the world — even though his information was just a paraphrasing of the Buddha’s discourses on the Naga, such is the spiritual ignorance of the West — and most people who stay abreast of current events, even to the margins of acceptable ideas, have heard of Icke. What most people don’t know is that a significant subculture emerged as a result of Icke, one of new spiritual paradigms, UFOs, channeling, white and black magic, and, akashic record reading, and with it came people like Andrew Bartzis.
Galactic History
I have written three books within this subculture. My journey into the world of telling other people’s stories begin in the middle of 2019. Bereft of consistent remote work in my trade as a technical writer, and newly acclimatizing myself to living deep in the rainforest of Costa Rica in an earthbag house I had built with my son, I commenced a cycle of creative writing. The first book was based on a man named John Edmonds and a place called Stardust Ranch in Buckeye Arizona. You may be familiar with another very strange ranch called Skinwalker. It has a television show in its fourth season. Stardust is like that on steroids. The collaboration with John culminated in Stardust Ranch: The Incredible True Story, which has become something of a cult classic three and a half years later.
The next book was called The Light Of Darkness: A Warrior’s Tale for Our Time. It chronicled the life and insights of Robert Wiegand, a Navy SEAL with a half dozen near-death experiences. Bob’s tale is the most chilling I’ve ever written. It’s not for the faint of heart, but after Stardust Ranch I got the bug to go deeper into the world to which John Edmonds introduced me: — alien visitation, abduction, time loss, alien-government convergence, portals, paranormal activity, the dark world of the hell regions, and the fate of the human race — then came the third book a year later, The Galactic Historian: The World According to Andrew Bartzis.
The first two men, John Edmonds and Robert Wiegand, were good men with a sincere interest in the future of the human race. They had their hearts in the game. Bartzis is another story.
Coming Out
Bartzis emerged on the public scene in 2013. His reputation had been growing behind the scenes. No significant interview had been done with him as of then. He was reputed to be a super psychic and a master reader of the akashic records, capable of weaving grand narratives through fifty-five million years of history on this planet. This coming out party took place at Mount Shasta, a kind of Sistine Chapel for this new spiritual subculture, known for UFO sightings and other paranormal events. He gave a twelve-hour interview over several days with an elder statesman of this subculture who went by the handle of Lance the Zany Mystic.
It’s well worth the watch. Bartzis does have an ability to encapsulate history in a multidimensional way. Whether or not it is in fact the result of an advanced reading of the akashic records, who can say? I would say he has a mild psychic ability — about ten percent of what he claims — and the rest of his narratives are cobbled together by the intuitive concatenation of research. He speaks from a place that’s not a trance state but but some kind of inspired dispatch, but an imperfect state that allows for a lot of mistakes in his material.
Nonetheless, after that interview a rock star was born in this subculture. Rumor has it that back then Bartzis was charging $5,000 US dollars for a one hour psychic reading. He spent a number of years going around the world at the behest of the super rich. He started an internet radio show in which he would do partial readings for people, a kind of appetizer to get the big bucks for the paid reading, and people started clamoring to be in his inner circle. A decade later the Bartzis story is a dark and horrible tale of excess, violation, deceit, and strange deaths.
Falling Out
Shortly after finishing The Galactic Historian: The World According To Andrew Bartzis, the first book I had written in this trilogy — Stardust Ranch: The Incredible True Story. — began to crest. I was contacted by a postdoctoral fellow at Harvard Medical School. He wanted to know if I would approach John Edmonds about an experiment that he and his supervising colleague, a gentleman with a PhD in medical physics, wanted to conduct at Stardust Ranch. I brokered a meeting between the three of us and John Edmonds. A fourth person appeared on the Zoom meeting, an American woman of native lineage involved in television production in this paranormal ranch genre, having ties to The Secret of Skinwalker Ranch and Mystery at Blind Frog Ranch.
We had a cordial first meeting with John, and we were all set to go forward with the experiment. The television producer followed up with me in a private call. After that we spoke regularly on Skype. She was very interested in the rights to the story of Stardust Ranch. Negotiations began. She sourced an LA couple to co-produce and the three of them went to Buckeye and spent three days with John Edmonds. They stayed in a hotel and visited the ranch during the day. They wanted the rights to John’s story. John refused, He was firm with the TV producers — if a show went forward he and I would write it — and there would be no overarching sale of the rights to his story. It was all very exciting. I had optioned the film rights to a literary novel in 2007. I worked through eleven drafts of a screenplay, living off a meager grant from SODEC, the Quebec arm of Telefilm Canada. It was a shitty experience. Most experiences with TV and movie people are. They’re another breed, part lawyer, part prostitute.
Given that I had just recently completed The Galactic Historian, The World According To Andrew Bartzis, and Bartzis and I were communicating on a near daily basis, I informed him of the news. He asked if he could meet the television producer, the native woman. I agreed and set up the meeting. I sat in on a three-hour Skype call in which Bartzis gave a healing, identified the ET races the woman was connected to, and generally dazzled her to the point where she was like a deer in headlights.
This was not the first time I had seen Bartzis do his work. He had some weeks earlier asked to meet John Edmonds. On his first request I said no. He persisted. I relented. He did the same thing with John, a long three hour Skype call that was a healing of sorts. He couldn’t dazzle Edmonds the way he could the producer. Edmonds actually had more multidimensional experience than Bartzis, but John did sleep a full night after the call, and he was grateful for the healing. The ranch was beating the crap out of him. He usually slept no more than two or three hours a night.
It was shortly after these two meetings and two long conversations that Bartzis started to talk to me openly about how we should write the TV series. The pronoun we startled me. Bartzis had invited himself onto a TV writing team without a TV contract being signed, without any conversation with me of John Edmonds, and, most important, without anything that I would consider to be professional writing experience. It was outrageous. I saw him in a new way. The introduction to John Edmonds and the TV producer was calculated. Bartzis can see timelines and potentialities. He had seen my future and knew this pocket of opportunity with Harvard and television was coming. He set the whole thing up to advance his own position and cement himself into my earned opportunity, and suddenly we were not even marketing The Galactic Historian: The World According To Andrew Bartzis, now it was all about how Stardust Ranch could carry Andrew to a greater audience. What shocked me most was how he used his gifts. It was prostitution in its purest form. Andrew Bartzis pimped himself right in front of my eyes, and not once, twice. At no point in this story am I going to deny the capabilities of Bartzis, although they are almost completely gone now, the result of the karma created in this life. He really could read the akashic records, and he really could heal people, but keep in mind, so could John of God, the Brazilian spiritual healer now incarcerated for multiple counts of rape and human trafficking, and the subject of a four-part Netflix documentary series titled, John of God: The Crimes of a Spiritual Healer.
The next time Bartzis brought up the topic of TV writing I halted the conversation. It was time to be firm. I did not want to write professionally with him. He threw a temper tantrum like a spoiled eight-year-old child. He insisted I was hurting him emotionally, and, further, he suggested intimate things about my own psychology that were behind it. I was the problem. Bartzis was not the selfish one. To grow I needed to let him on the writing team. I’m not sure how many times this desperate play had worked for him in the past, but I wasn’t buying it at all. His reaction cemented my position. I told him I could not carry him on a writing project, because he can’t write, and that I had been waiting for an opportunity like this for twenty-five years, writing every day of my life. He did not relent his position. Nor did I. Our relationship was fractured from that moment onward, and it never recovered. Thank God.
John Edmonds told me time and again that attention brought to the ranch had to be done in measure and we had to be careful. Sudden explosive attention could jeopardize his health and well-being. He had a delicate truce with the entities that used the ranch. Andrew steamed forward. The television producer, now fully under his spell, didn’t even return my calls, but she spoke to Bartzis almost daily. I now had to get updates on a TV show I might write on from Bartzis. This was my friend Andrew Bartzis, not happy for the prospect of my success with Stardust, not grateful for the book I had written for him, rather intent on his own gain and nothing else.
John Edmonds was viciously attacked. His heart was torn open in seven spots in the main artery, the one doctors call the widow maker. He went into the hospital and never came out. On February 28th, 2022 he died in a hospice in Arizona, and with his death all the potential opportunity disappeared, the experiment with Harvard Medical School and the television series.
This is when I began to suspect a deeper darkness than greed in Bartzis. I would later learn as the months and years rolled by that I was not an aberration in his behavior, not an uncontrollable temptation that brought the worst out of him, no, this was the standard Andrew Bartzis,
and I was just one in a long list of people who had been used by him. Shortly after the opportunity with the television writing evaporated, he disappeared from my life, and he does not pay royalties on the book that I wrote for him. I made about US $5,000.00 on the book. It took four months of all day, every day work. I make that money in two good weeks of corporate writing. I wrote his book in true service to greater good.
Even with all of this nonsense, the death of John, the lost opportunity, I never had the urge to dig deeper on Bartzis, to use my journalism degree and write an investigative piece. I just took it as a life lesson and moved on. Psychics are flaky people, and they’re really not that spiritual at all. India knows this, but we in the West are nascent in spiritual understanding. My life was going good. I had found a lot of really good writing work, and there was no need to quarrel over a few thousand dollars in royalties. I was proud to have written The Galactic Historian: The World According To Andrew Bartzis. It wasn’t until people started reaching out to me, and I started hearing even darker stories, that I felt compelled to investigate the galactic historian.
The Real Andrew Bartzis
Most people who spoke to me were quite frightened. Magic is real. The ability to attack someone in dreams, steal their energy, associate negative entities or even demons with them, and even kill them, is possible under the umbrella of magic, especially if the target has no spiritual protection. It’s not fashionable to talk about these things in an age of black box rationality. I sometimes think the Industrial Revolution murdered the human imagination, and the imagination is the doorway to all things magical. Magic is now the province of religious nutters and perhaps gypsies, but the religious nutters make everything about their demonic legion from the Bible, and they don’t really understand the finer points of magic, nor do they concede extraterrestrials, so nobody really listens to them, and gypsies? Nobody has ever listened to them, with perhaps the contemporary exception of the Peaky Blinders television series on Netflix. The disparity between what people will entertain when they are told it is entertainment — Harry Potter, Doctor Strange, JRR Tolkien — and what they will entertain when they’re defining their reality is staggering. But that doesn’t mean magic is not real. It’s as real as rain. I have used pseudonyms for some participants who, like me, felt compelled to tell their stories but were afraid to have their names published.
Margaret is the story’s beginning, an uncommonly attractive woman of natural beauty, who, in 2010, was living a comfortable life with a very wealthy husband in Barbados. It was here that she met the man who would become the right hand to Andrew Bartzis,
David Dean Ellis.
“I used to go to a very high-end gym in a golf resort here. He was a personal trainer at that gym. That was my first point of contact. In that time he tried to get me to have an affair with him, which was unsuccessful.”
Ellis is a piece of work himself. He was a fixer before joining the spiritual community, a Canadian who lived in Barbados for some time, then returned to Canada about a year ago, rural Saskatchewan of all places. A fixer is someone who makes problems go away, the corporate version of a mafia hit man, though I seriously doubt murder is something foreign to Ellis.
“He used to do a lot of dirty work for politicians and God knows he was always involved in what we call the underworld. And the necessary societies of Barbados. So he’s a voodoo practitioner, he’s a black magic practitioner. He was involved anywhere he could get his claws into power.”
Margaret was introduced to elements of the Barbadian magical world by Ellis. The average person would be amazed how much organized magic is around them at any given time in any given society, from the poorest villages in South America and Africa to the plush suburbs and penthouses of North American cities. Magic is a major force in the world today, but, much like sexual subcultures — swingers for example — if you’re not in the loop you’d never know it’s going on around you. According to Margaret, not only is Barbados no exception to the rule of magic proliferation, it’s in full swing, and it holds a special interest for the rich and powerful in Barbados, so getting into magic can advance your social status on this Caribbean island. Margaret into a Celtic white magic society in Barbados. It was one of many into which Ellis was initiated.
“I only stayed within for one year because I realized that some of the teachings were solid. But I could see that a lot of people were getting corrupted.”
It got quite dark quite quickly for Margaret. Ellis and his group began to reveal how they got rid of obstacles. One way was to drug the person then have an accident befall them, like falling into a gorge. Ellis assured everyone his people on the police force would pick up the body and there would be no investigation. It was a very dark group, and the darkest of them all was the fixer, Ellis.
You might very well ask yourself why someone would stay in the occult after overtures toward murder had been made in the first year of her association with one magical society? The occult is the ultimate seduction. Once it gets its hooks into you it can be more compelling than narcotics, alcohol, sex, or any other addiction or obsession, and these addictions do come with the dark occult. It’s all about the power. A faithful devotee of God could spend years in prayer or meditation in pursuit of their goal. Competent paths admonish against seeking power. If spiritual powers do manifest — called siddhis in Buddhism and Hinduism — the devotee is told not to indulge them, and they are widely frowned upon in right hand paths, whereas the occult offers phenomenological morsels all the way through the forest, like the bread crumbs left by a witch in a Grimm’s Fairy Tale. Margaret was fascinated with the occult. She believed, as many do, that it is a true spiritual path to self-realization and God consciousness, and it can be very spiritually productive when it’s morally and ethically practiced. However, it seems to have its best expression in cultures with long and open histories of its utility, like India. Western versions of occult practice and initiation almost always end in catastrophe.
It was later in her occult journey, 2016 to her recollection, that Margaret was sent a video of Bartzis with his then lover, Natalie, now dead of a fast-acting cancer, a fate that would come to be quite normal for people close to Bartzis.
“It was most fascinating (the video) because you know how these people work, they’re like dream catchers. They have like the beads, which are the pearls of knowledge, right? But when you go in for the beads and the pearls you get trapped in the dream catcher, that’s how they really operate.”
Natalie was a billionaire, a true aristocrat. Right away we see a similar character in Bartzis to the country club black magic hustler, David Ellis. The whole time that Bartzis was in a relationship with Natalie her husband was unaware. Bartzis was pretending to be gay. The affair was carried on right in front of Natalie’s husband and her mother, who lived with her. By all accounts Natalie loved him for what she thought he was, a great spiritual teacher, until she figured out who and what he really was, then she had to go.
Margaret ended up inviting Bartzis to Barbados after she left her husband, legally, of course, not the accidental tumble over the cliff Ellis and his coven might suggest. The seduction is who these women think he is, and, like any good pimp, Bartzis is always quick to remind his lover that he she’s his number one girl. Apparently there’s a line he uses and he used it on an Margaret.
“I’m the only one on the planet with a specific type of DNA, and because of this he wanted to make a baby with me.”
Bartzis ended up moving into the home of Margaret, another rich woman to take care of him, though Margaret was interested only in spiritual development and business, running spiritual retreats in Barbados. She had a lover while Bartzis played multidimensional pool boy. However, he played the spiritual angle to his best advantage. He convinced Margaret and her lover that he could induce a kundalini awakening in them if he were allowed to coach them through a sex session, and he insisted on filming it.
That would come back to haunt Margaret in a horrible way. She arrived at the same point that Natalie arrived at. There was something off about this galactic historian.
Margaret recounted the following in her interview. Note that she only refers to Bartzis as the blob and will not say his name. She did this throughout the entire two long interviews I conducted with her, never once slipping and speaking his name aloud. It created an eerie atmosphere in the interviews.
“One night the blob was really high and drunk and in a very open state of being, and he was crying and saying that — you know, um, he was remorseful. — he had done some things he was not proud of and that Natalie, if she had only, she, she, she couldn’t have, she should have seen, she basically told the blob… this is what the blob told me, that she had seen through him and that he was evil, and she was going to expose him, and that it was the forces of light, you know, that had taken her out because,
in his mind, she had turned against him, and the universe was making sure that she would never do harm to him. It was by his own admission, but he said, you know, it was forces of light, and that her mind had gotten distorted and turned against him. But she, she had said she’d seen the evil in him, and she was going to expose him by his own admission.”
In the course of her relationship with Bartzis, one of Margaret’s sons got tumors in his stomach. They were not cancerous but they needed to be cut out. Her ex-husband also got cancer. While working on The Galactic Historian: The World According to Andrew Bartzis my horse died and my dog got cancer and died. I live on a farm and animal death is not new to me, but there was something off about the two animals that died.
Margaret introduced Ellis and Bartzis. Ellis is the only person who has survived in the inner circle through several cycles of death and corporate realignment. Margaret got out. They robbed her — literally robbed her in a staged break-in — or, at the very least, Ellis arranged the robbery. He delegates. She booted them out of her life, but it couldn’t be that clean a cut. Like Natalie, Margaret had seen too much. She feared for her life, Fortunately for her Ellis and Bartzis didn’t have to kill her. Remember that kundalini awakening session Bartzis filmed? It was sent to all of the office employees of her ex’s construction firm, and Bartzis and Ellis warned her that if she didn’t keep her mouth shut it would find its way into the inboxes of her children’s teachers.
To be clear, I do not rebuke the practice of Tantra for the elevation of consciousness. I myself do not practice it nor do I find it useful, but in serious Tantra schools it has helped many people overcome limitations of consciousness and grow. However, the sacred sensual would never be used by a tantric Guru to blackmail a student. This is the unique to the blob Andrew Bartzis.
I’ll add one more thing before we leave Barbados. In the several years Bartzis lived there and operated with Ellis, his near daily habits were cocaine and prostitutes. In the time he was in Barbados, Margaret permitted his mother to visit. While staying at her house, Bartzis’s own mother took Margaret aside and told her that she was thankful Margaret was helping her son, but to be careful because her son was a pathological liar. Curiously enough, she had a similar conversation with me by telephone when I was writing the book.
Back in the USA
Bartzis moved back to the United States. He bought a home in Ohio where his parents lived and settled back into giving readings and promoting himself on social media. He very quickly formed another inner circle. One of the principal characters and friends to the Bartzis mission during this period was an Australian fellow by the name of Andre Hodge.
He’s an affable and handsome fellow who continues his own spiritual service through his YouTube channel ServantofTruth.
Another enthusiastic acolyte was Amir Jahangiri, who holds seven academic degrees, including a doctorate in brain computer interfaces. He’s done postdoctoral work in artificial intelligence at the University of Essex, London, England. He comes from a family of academics. Born in Iran, he was raised in a highly religious culture. He took up spiritual study years ago and works as a healer now. He began to have experiences with energetic beings. Seeking counsel, he began to search for people who understood these things, and this is what led him into the world of Andrew Bartzis.
I spoke to more people than just the ones represented in this article, but many of them were too frightened to allow their names to be used and to have their stories told. I can assure you that the cycle of abuse and psychic violence repeats itself in everyone who comes into the circle of Andrew Bartzis. The only exception to that rule is David Ellis, but that does not confer friendship between the two. Ellis controls the strings in that relationship. He’s a thug, a thief, an extortionist, and the principal at Universal Citizen Media (UCM), a fledgling startup broadcast platform that features channeling and various forms of new age hocus pocus. He cemented his relationship with Bartzis with blackmail — Jeffrey Epstein style — and Bartzis dances to the tune of Ellis. As insidious as it is, I have to say I applaud Ellis in this circumstance.
Rounding out the characters who will be the bedrock of this article is Robert Brown. He secured a position as audio-visual producer for Bartzis. Brown was a very likable fellow who had started a young family later on in life. He was somewhere around fifty or fifty-five and had a five year old daughter. I spoke to him regularly.
We had a lot in common. We had both moved to Latin America as North American emigrants, he in Colombia with his wife had family, and me deep into the rainforest mountains of Costa Rica with mine.
Brown was one of the first people to sidebar me when I finished the manuscript with Bartzis, the first person to allude to some dark history in this magical circle around Bartzis. He didn’t get into too many details but it was enough for me to understand that something unsavory had happened. This occurred when Bartzis and I had a falling out over the television writing position he assigned himself on the Stardust Ranch crew. I carefully explained everything to Robert Brown and he immediately brought up the name of Andre Hodge. He called it a repetition of the Hodge circumstance. At that time I had no knowledge of Andre Hodge or what had happened between he and the galactic historian. I let all of these things go and continued to work in some small capacity with Bartzis to promote our book, but there was growing negative collateral in my mind regarding his reputation and his character.
Hodge
The Andre Hodge scandal had just passed around the time that I entered into the circle of the galactic historian to prepare a book. Nobody spoke about it. I would have known nothing about it except for Robert Brown. Hodge himself has been quite vocal. He has given most of his theories on Bartzis on his own YouTube channel.
Hodge was instrumental in getting a version of Andrew’s teachings into a salable format. It took eight months. It involved a painstaking transcription of all the public talks related to the galactic history given by Andrew over the years. They titled it, Galactic History 2.0. It was really just a repackaging of all of Bartzis’s material. But nonetheless it sold very well. For his eight months of painstaking work Bartzis threw $3,000 US dollars at Andre Hodge. According to Hodge the material sold USD $22,000.00 in the first week.
“I saw the other side of him… it was like a gold fever state.”
Andre tells the complete story here if you want to hear it in his own words.
According to Hodge, the talents of Andrew Bartzis are real and rare. He’s been gone for a while. I would update him by saying the powers of Bartzis have dissipated. He can’t read anymore. He’s faking. Hodge refers to Bartzis as the apex of perception. However, he is quick to point out that Bartzis rejuvenates himself through the energy and integrity of the people around him, and consistently returns to negative behavior, failing the simplest tests of character and integrity that a novitiate would pass. Depending on the abilities of the person he is taking from, that accessing of energy could deplete or even kill. Hodge is perhaps giving us one explanation for the multiple sudden cancer deaths around Bartzis. The thanks that Hodge received for his selfless work was a massive psychic attack that it took three months of meditation to recover from.
Jahangiri
Amir Jahangiri confirms the validity of Bartzis’s psychic abilities.
“First and foremost, the gentleman is gifted,”
Jahangiri went deep into the folds of the galactic historian and Universal Citizen Media (UCM). He confirms the energy harvesting practiced by Bartzis.
“In in general, this kind of mechanism is available to all of us once we go beyond a certain level of spiritual awareness. … it is very heavily prohibited. I mean, even in the teachings of the left hand path. There are not that many laws. But one of the most emphasized laws is avoid psychic vampires. So even left-hand path practitioners know of the dangers of individuals who do this kind of thing. Now, whether it’s intentional or not is a different matter, but tampering with other people’s life force, harvesting their energy through acts of emotional excitement or dampening to weaken the defenses and then access the energy, this is a known thing among healers and different varieties of spiritual practitioner. Everything is vibration. Everything is mental. It’s in the mind, in the intention. People may find relief in transferring heavy energy to others and taking clean, pure life force from them in exchange or transference of energy.”
Jahangiri had an insider’s view on the conflict and enmity between Ellis and Bartzis.
“There was some sort of a upheaval in where Andrew wanted to do some material with me. By that time I had also been basically turned against Andrew very effectively by David. He made sure that I became aware of all the dirt he had on Andrew, and so this is why I believe Andrew has lost sovereignty completely to David.”
Ellis was the one connected in Barbados where Margaret introduced him to Bartzis. All the corporations and signing authoroties were set up by Ellis. He literally controlled the finances of Andrew and everyone connected to Andrew, like Robert Brown who was the producer for both the Galactic Historian and UCM.
“Andrew wanted to join with me. He recognized some potential in me. We were actually at one point talking about creating a university together, even going into the details of what the building would look like and so on. I really loved the man. After this whole ordeal ended, whatever this man has done or has been involved with, I think there’s still that spark of divinity inside, which refuses to let go. So the compassion is absolutely there, but David wanted that this alliance never forms. So David wanted me on his side and so he completely poisoned me against Andrew, including stories of how in Barbados he (Bartzis) added MDMA to somebody’s ayahuasca … nearly killed a poor kid, and how he’s harming people. And that really got to me, that point that he was harming people. The reason I’ve come forward this whole interview, my going public with my part of the story is that this is not okay, harming people systematically harvesting their energy and resources, not only not giving them anything positive, but then causing so much damage, including death, I can’t just be silent.”
The Death of Robert Brown
Robert Brown had been a multi-year audio-visual producer for the galactic historian and his entourage. This mainly amounted to hosting Zoom meetings where Bartzis would give partial readings to tease people into paying the $1,500 for a full hour. I received a call from Robert telling me that he had been let go by Bartzis. No reason was given. Outstanding pay was withheld. There was no severance.
Bartzis claimed he made $1,500 US dollars for a one hour reading and spiritual session with a client. He claimed he had five clients a day, five days a week. Do the math. It’s just shy of $40,000 US dollars per week. Multiply it by fifty-four weeks and you’ve got Bartzis clocking in at over US $2,000,000.00 per year. All of this for sitting in a room near Cleveland, Ohio, and giving people readings, no overhead but Robert Brown and Andrew’s booking assistant, Michelle. And he didn’t have back pay or severance for Robert?
It got worse. The day after being fired Robert woke up with a tremendous brain fog. I was informed by his wife, Monica. They had a five-year-old daughter. A few months later Robert died. It was around this time that I began to entertain a darker understanding of Bartzis. He had a fast-acting cancer, a brain tumor, the exact same disease and cycle that killed the billionaire aristocrat, Natalie, the only public love affair of Andrew Bartzis.
I stayed in touch with his wife Monica for several months after he passed. I watched as she haggled with Ellis to get back pay and severance. He wasn’t budging. Amir told me that he gloated and seemed pleased when Brown died.
My Experience
October 29th of 2022 was a Saturday. I remember the day and the evening very well because something quite significant happened. Living so close to the equator my days are quite consistent. The sun goes down around 5:45 pm. I usually relax with my wife till about 8:30 or 9:00 at night. She then goes to bed. She keeps farmer’s hours, gets up at 5:00 or 5:30 am.
I like to stay up late and write. Midnight to 3:00 am in the rainforest is the perfect time to write. The jungle comes alive. All my neighbors go to bed. The silence and solitude and darkness is the best time for a writer.
When I’m not working on a book I’m on client work, technical writing, grant preparation, or corporate blogs. A good professional writer with references is ideal for remote work. On this particular night I felt a sudden wave of nausea hit me around 10:30 pm. By sudden I mean the only explanation I could come up with was food poisoning. I knew it wasn’t a virus that had snuck up on me because there had been no gradual acclimatization to the sudden distress that gripped me in the stomach. I felt a little dizzy in the head. What was most striking was my state of mind. It became very negative very quickly. That was my clue that this was not something physical. I immediately lay down on my back with my head propped up on a pillow. I folded my hands over my abdomen and crossed my feet. This is a yogic position that cradles the internal organs and provides maximum relaxation. I concentrated on my inner eye. Immediately the image of Andrew Bartzis emerged. Once I knew what was going on I commenced mantra. Whatever it was I dispelled it in about twenty minutes.
For those of you unfamiliar with a psychic attack or black magic, you’ve just had it perfectly explained to you. They vary. Sometimes they’re not so physical. Sometimes they’re more like a panic attack, a sudden and seemingly uncontrollable anxiety. The physical symptoms are more characteristic of black magic. Anxiety is more characteristic of a psychic attack.
Anyone can repel these things. The key is coming to understand what it is. Once you know that you can change your frequency and dispel it. If you’re able to do that the energy gets pushed back to the sender. Of all the things that Bartzis did this was hands down the stupidest, but it gets worse. I had already begun to suspect his darkness some months past. I had no plans to do anything with it. I had already heard from various members of his inner circle that he was planning on taking my name off the book. It didn’t matter to me. I was also in my own quarrel with David Ellis to get my outstanding royalties. Ellis told me that he would get them to me as soon as possible but that he was consumed with tasks related to the tragedy of Robert Brown’s sudden passing. I guess he didn’t know I was talking to Robert’s wife. I knew he was lying to me.
The next day in the afternoon I called my son, as I often do on Sunday afternoons. He was eager to talk. He had a story to tell me and he prefaced it by saying this might sound unbelievable. I had introduced my son to spiritual practice in various forms of breathing and meditation at the age of eight. We had traveled to India when he was thirteen for a month and visited various temples and ashrams. I spent an entire summer as his babysitter when he was ten years old and for two months we read The Hundred Thousand Songs of Milarepa aloud. My son is no stranger to the spiritual realities of our existence.
He began to tell me about canceling his plans to go out with his friends that Saturday night. He felt a tinge in his stomach and then it grew very quickly and violently. He did exactly what I did. He sat down and went into contemplation, intuitively understanding this was not just physical. Immediately the image of Andrew Bartzis came to his inner vision. He told me as well that the event was characterized by violent imagery and extreme negativity of a sexual nature in his consciousness. He told me that he knew it wasn’t his mind speaking because he would never do those things to a woman. I was livid. To attack me is one thing. To attack my son is a completely other thing.
I share my story in all candor and sincerity. I add my voice to the chorus of brave voices that have contributed to this article. There is no doubt in my mind Andrew Bartzis is as dark and even darker than anything that has been suggested in this article. We’re moving in unknown territory here. Because of the intangible quality of the material in this article, I don’t really have to worry about a libel suit because anybody taking this to court would have to prove black magic in an open court. The ludicrousness of the subject is my best cover to be honest and truthful and not hold back. Andrew Bartzis is a monster. Whatever he might have been he has been completely corrupted. I have absolutely no doubt in anything I was told by the participants in this article. I believe he killed his lover Natalie. I believe he killed Robert Brown.
Some people will scoff reading this material. That’s okay. This article is not for those people. It’s for the people who know. It’s for the people who have cultivated their own spiritual identity through thousands of hours of practice in a healing art or meditation or prayer and fasting. The only people talking about this sort of thing these days are the Christians, and for them it’s all demons versus angels. In the world of open source spirituality where people communicate by their perception alone a whole other power versus love dynamic is taking root outside of the traditional canon of religious scriptures. It takes the form of people like Andrew Bartzis and David Ellis, and all of it coupled with genuine psychic ability masquerading as spiritual enlightenment. There’s nothing new about this. It’s as old as spiritual fellowship. There’s no reason the Christians should have a monopoly on good and evil in spiritual contexts.
Devadatta
Not many people outside of the serious Buddhist Community know the story of Devadatta. He was an incredibly powerful psychic who lived in the time of Buddha. He won many followers and tried to create a counter-school of Buddhism right alongside the Buddha himself. He attempted to murder the Buddha on numerous occasions. He attacked the Buddha with every form of black magic and psychic attack that he could muster. Every account of his life clearly concedes an enormous psychic power. But psychic and spiritual are not the same thing.
I wrote the book with Andrew because I believed he could read the akashic records and I believed that because of the time that we’re in it was an important book. The book is actually quite good. Of all the things that Andrew Bartzis has done with his life, the book I wrote will more surely guarantee his legacy than anything else. It’s because of this that I now have the responsibility by the very pen that wrote the book to inform the spiritual community of what I have experienced with Andrew Bartzis. He is the Devadatta of our time.
Thank you Bruce I had my suspicions too after Andre Hodge spoke out.
There are a lot more people who need to speak up, they know who they are, yes I'm curious now what he is doing in Scotland working on the sacred land there. Let the truth prevail.
It is all in DIVINE TIMING. May the ALL TRUTH always prevail...