Phenomenon -David Icke biography page-

The David Icke biography page

This is the material David Icke wrote himself. In my opinion, this man is a great spokesman and he has gathered a lot of evidence that supports his theories. Look at his lecture 'Ruled by the Gods' on the Ruled by the Gods lecture page.

I was born in Leicester, England, at around 6.15 pm on April 29th, 1952. I was brought up in what they call in Britain a "working class" family on a big council housing estate and money was short, very short, throughout my childhood. I wanted to be a professional soccer player for as long as I could remember and I achieved that by leaving school to play for Coventry City and Hereford United in the English league.

Just six months after my soccer career began, however, my left knee swelled up for no apparent reason and after months of tests they told me I had rheumatoid arthritis. I decided to play on because that was all I had ever wanted to do and I continued for the next five years, progressing in my career, but also watching the arthritis progress into my ankles, left knee, elbow, etc. In the final year of my career, at the age of 20, I was in agony every morning at training until my joints were warmed up and loosened a little. But I was enjoying a successful period and I wanted to carry on.

It activated still more a fierce determination I have always had not to capitulate to adversity and to overcome whatever life may choose to put before me. Or, in truth, what my own journey chooses.

Towards the end of that soccer season, the pain disappeared for around a month and I thought I was going to be OK, but then one morning I woke to find that every one of my joints was agony, like a knife being stabbed into them and my career was over. It took some days to even be able to hobble, never mind walk again. I was just turned 21 and I was led to believe that I would end up a cripple. It hasn't happened. It won't happen. It is not in my reality at all.

I decided I wanted to be a television presenter with the BBC and began to start on that goal by looking for work as a journalist. This was not easy because school had bored me rigid and I left to play soccer before taking any exams. (Thank-you, God) I would do my learning on my terms, in my time, and the "educational" system barely touched me. I rejected it all with a sort of inner knowing that it was not relevant to me.

I managed to get a job on a small weekly paper in Leicester, not least because I was the only applicant and from then on I advanced quickly through newspapers, local radio, regional television, to become a national sports and news anchor man and reporter. Soon after I achieved this, in 1982, I moved to an island off the south coast of England called the Isle of Wight, a place I had been attracted to since I was a small child.

It was here that I began to campaign on environmental issues and this led me to becoming a national spokesman for the British Green Party, a post I held at the time of the Greens greatest, indeed only, success at national elections in the UK, the election for members of the European Parliament in 1989. But I saw that while the Green Party talked about being different, it was, like all the Green parties I have come across, just the old politics under a new name. I lost interest and left as my life went through the most unbelievable upheavals.

From the mid-1980's onwards, I had also lost interest in television. I was doing it to earn money to spend on what I really wanted to do - environmental campaigning - and not because I actually desired to do it. I found television to be an empty, soul-less world, in which insecurity and fear abounded. And after the events of March, 1990, my time in television was soon to be over.

I wrote a book in 1989 called It Doesn't Have To Be Like This, setting out the vision and agenda of the Greens because I felt they were talking to each other and not to the public as a whole. As I was writing the book, and in my work for the BBC, I began to feel a presence around me, like there was always someone in the room when there was not. It got to the point where I sat on the side of the bed in a hotel room in London in early 1990 and said to whoever or whatever: "If you are there will you please contact me because you are driving me up the wall."

Soon afterwards, events began to move quickly.

In March, 1990, I was playing soccer with my son Gareth on the seafront at Ryde on the Isle of Wight and I said to him we would go and have some lunch at the railway station cafe' a short walk away. The cafe' was full and we turned to walk away when someone recognised me and began to ask me questions about soccer. When the conversation was over, I couldn't see Gareth, but I knew he would be in the newspaper shop nearby looking at books he liked. So it was. I stood at the entrance to the shop and said we were going now to find another cafe', but as I turned to leave, my feet were stuck to the ground as if two magnets were pulling them to the floor. I don't hear voices or anything, I just follow my intuition, but in this early period of awakening I did hear three voices very clearly. This was the first. It said: "Go and look at the books on the far side." What the hell was this all about?, I thought.

I knew this shop very well and the books in that section were of no interest to me. But given the voice and what was happening to my feet, I went over to see what would happen. The first book I saw was one by a psychic lady and I was immediately intrigued because of this presence I had felt around me. I wondered if she would be able to tell me what was going on. She was also a hands on healer and so I wrote to her and made an appointment for healing, not telling her about the presence or anything else. To her, I just wanted to try her healing on my arthritis. I only saw her four times and in the first two visits nothing happened of note, except that I talked with her about other dimensions and the wider vision of life.

Then, on the third visit, I was lying on the couch while the healing was done when I felt like a spider's web on my face. I had remembered reading in her book that this can happen when "spirits" are trying to make contact. I said nothing to her, but within fifteen seconds, no more, she pushed her head back and said: "This is powerful, I'll have to close my eyes for this one!" She said she was seeing a figure who wanted her to pass on messages to me. The same happened a week later and this is what the "figure" asked her to tell me on those occasions: