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This is a 'True Story' about a man who was murdered 'on the ship in 1962 called "Alkimos" in the 1990's. 

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Back in the 1990's I viewed a television program called  "The Extraordinary" all about strange happenings, this one program interest me about a haunted ship that had run aground in "Western Australia".  

Apparently there was a "Ghost Spirit" who made the most strangest sounds, and even caused tremendous fear in those who came on board to investigate if the ship was haunted, or that it was someone's overrated imagination.

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This is what I am about; I have experienced dozens of hauntings, talked with the Ghosts/Spirit's who were doing some really silly things to upset the people living in that particular house.

It may sound strange to many people but I enjoy helping those spirits who are trapped between our world - being "3rd dimensional", and the 4th vibration which is "Spirit World", that is the vibration all humans enter when they perish by leaving their human body for whatever the circumstances are. 

So, I decided to write to a television station which was "Channel 7 in Sydney" the information that I received from that particular spirit, who happened to have been caught between the two vibrational worlds, so the following is what I sent to "Channel 7". I never received anything back so I just let it go and moved on with life'.

Many years had past, and I mean many, then for some reason I decided to install messenger on my mobile, which was towards the end of 'August 2021'. In early September 2021' a man by the name of "Cole Wilson from NSW" wrote to me on  messenger asking me if I was the medium who wrote an article on the "Ghost of the Alkimos", I wrote back saying sorry I am not sure what you are asking me, he wrote back saying are you the "Roman Harambura" that told a story about a "Ghost back in the 1990's" ?.

I informed him that I have in the past wrote many stories on "Ghosts/Spirits", and asked him if he could give me a little more information, he photocopied 3 pages and sent them to me, which showed that it was my story which I had sent to "Channel 7 in the 1990's". It instantly revealed a buried memory, in moments the fullness of it came before me, and I told "Cole" yes that was me!.

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What intrigued me was how it fell into place, my letter that I sent to "Channel 7 in Sydney" was passed onto a man called "Jack Wong Sue" who did lots of research on the ship and the crew he is the writer of that book, as well another writer called "Barry Sue".

I must give them credit in doing such an amazing job, I believe it was published in 2001.

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So what your about to hear/read is what I discovered from this "Ghost/Spirit" back in the 1990's.

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The Stranded Ghost of the Alkimos

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My name is "Henry John Bishop" and I was born in "Leicester England on October 23rd 1914", I am the youngest of three children, the other two being my brother and my sister. At the time of my unfortunate death I was "48 years of age being 1962", my untimely death by my lack of precaution an expediency. 

I was a smuggler for many years, and travelled the oceans all over the world many times with my goods'. I used alias, but for reasons at this time I cannot reveal it. At "17" I decided to leave home and travelled to "Asia", and it was there that I involved myself with the wrong type of people, so began my career as a smuggler.

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Being a loner most of my life, it was easy for me to smuggle "Artefacts" out of their country of origin, and I continued this line of work right up until my death. I realised early on that my style of life would be the death of me. Once when in "Asia" a fortune teller told me that I would die young, never having achieved my ambition of wealth and comfort, "He Laughs", I have always believed in the afterlife and in those who ca tap into the future'.

 

When my family discovered my exploits, I was banished for bringing disgrace to the family name; I never saw them again, and I travelled mainly through the "Orient" selling my merchandise or collecting items for sale.

The "Triads" who I believed to be the "Chinese Mafia" came after me when they found out that I had been "Smuggling National Treasures and Antiques" out of the country, they put a price on my head, the police were also on my trail but I was smart enough to outsmart them.

 

I was hoping to retire in "Australia" and it was on that final fatal voyage that I came to grief.

In my possession was a collection of small precious "Jade Statues" whose imminent sale I believed would make me financially secure for the rest of my life. In a way I am glad I didn't make it, at least I don't have to be looking over my shoulder.  It was on this voyage to "Australia" that I was to sell my "Jade Statues" to a big business man, and it would prove to be my undoing'.

One night on the ship we were drinking, and in my drunken stupor I blabbed about my cargo and business, the others wanted a share of my profit, but when I refused I was murdered, I was stabbed in the stomach and had my throat slit, I was then dumped overboard to a watery grave. My bones are scattered all over the ocean floor, I actually had a fear of water as I could not swim, and in the back of my mind I always knew that the ocean would claim me. 

I have been in pain  for a very long time, but within time I begun to understand my dilemma, that is, I was dead without even realising that I was dead.

I have been trying to get people to listen to me, but their own fears created the situations they experienced, for which I was later blamed. I do not want to harm anyone, I have tried not to harm anyone. 

All my efforts were to get people to listen to me; unfortunately certain people have been exploiting these misunderstandings, and have added to the confusion and fear'.

I am a pleasant person and would never hurt another. I found it difficult to communicate with people who came to the wreck after my death because my throat had been slit so deep, it severed my vocal cords and the muscles attached to my tongue, therefore preventing adequate communication that is why they heard me groaning. I stayed on the ship because of my fear of water. My body was gone, but as I had no idea I was dead, my spirit remained in the only place it felt safe'.

But my "Inner-Voice" is open to spirit, so I can communicate on a different level. I will be going through the light shortly, and will no longer exist on the wreak, as I have now said what I have to say.

Once I have gone through the light I will be out of the "Astral World". I now understand that I will be moving onto higher dimensions, beyond the " Astral Plane".

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The Foregoing is taken from a letter addressed to a "Sydney TV Station" after a screening of an episode of "The Extraordinary" about "Australia's Leading Ghost Stories during the mid-1990's".  The weird story of the wrecked "Alkimos" was prominently featured in that documentary. The TV station in turn re-addressed the letter to "Jack Wong Sue", and it is reproduced here for the readers:

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'Please remember'

'I wrote this back in the 1990's

Which is around 31 years ago'.

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My name is Roman Harambura and I live in "Brisbane".

Most Tuesday nights I get to watch your programme which I find very interesting.

In particular last night's programme (May 17th) caught my attention, namely your story on the Ghost of the shipwreck lying off the coast of "Western Australia". 

I am a practicing channel, or what is better known as a medium. It must be pointed out that each one of us has the ability of contacting others beyond the earth plane, however, some of us have developed this skill further than the average person.

Whilst watching your story on the shipwreck, I found that I was tuning in and the information regarding the "Ghost" was coming through. I put it aside, but later that night when it was time to go to bed, I found that I was restless and could not sleep. At this point, I decided to do a meditation, and it was during this meditation that the information I present here came through'.

I am not claiming that this information is 100% correct, as quite often what an entity is trying to communicate can be misunderstood by mediums. However, I am confident that this information is as close to accurate as possible.

I trust that the following will answer many questions regarding out misunderstood friend "Henry John Bishop", who requests that his story be told. I must also point out that I am not looking for recognition of any sort, as a true medium will not exploit his skills for self-glorification, but only to clarify any misunderstandings and misconceptions created by the fear of the unknown.

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Yours Sincerely,

Signed: - Roman Harmabura.

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(Addressed to "The Extraordinary" PO Box-462 Newport Beach, Sydney.

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Writer of this Book: Jack Wong Sue" stated: during February , 2001. I wrote Roman Harambura at the only address I had, namely that on his letter PO Box- 2017 Bardon, Queensland, enquiring as to any further contact he may have had with the "Spirit of Henry Bishop". The letter was returned endorsed unknown this address.

 

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Further Connection with the "Ghost called Henry John Bishop"

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On the night that I read what I have written around "31 years ago" which was on "23 September 2021", I experienced something very special to me, I connected with the "Ghost being truly the Spirit of Henry Bishop".

 

I was walking on a beautiful sandy beach with lots of sunshine with light winds, as I walked I looked down at my feet, they were bare no shoes, and felt the warm sand between my toes, suddenly I heard a voice, as I looked up I was quite amazed it was "Henry Bishop" sitting on the sand with his arms wrapped around his legs, he called out to me with a gentle smile saying: I was wondering when you would turn up, sit by me.

 

As I sat down I folded my legs saying to "Henry": You look so much happier then when I saw you last'.

He didn't look at me but kept his eyes out to sea as he answered: When I was within the "Astral Plane" I couldn't speak nor communicate with anyone until I meet you, you helped me go beyond my continuous pain, and helped me to let go of the past, and helped me to talk.

I have had a very interesting physical life but also a spirit life, I have discovered that I am no longer in the "Astral Plane", I believe I went through the light that you spoke of, but now realise I am in a much better place in spirit world that you explained to me also, I no longer hold any malice to my murderess, what I am wanting to ask you if I may, what can I do to help myself go further or anything that would help me move on.

 

As I looked at "Henry" I replied to him: First have some fun, you can do whatever you wish within that "Spirit World". He asked me like what?. I answered: Your thinking is your magic, learn to put your thoughts on whatever, and do it many times over, believing is the most important part. He answered me: I have always wondered what happened to the "Jade Statues", who ended up with them, I was told there worth at least "5 million USD". I replied to him: That was back then, I was curious myself, and found out that an American man purchased them from someone in Australia for over "20 million Australian dollars", about "17 years ago".

Henry looked at me a little shocked then said: Oh well life turns out whatever you put into it, just a little disappointing, then I will take your directions, and put my thoughts in a better place.

What was so fascinating we sat there which seemed for so long just looking out to sea, not another word was said, then he turned to me putting out his hand, I raised my hand and shook hands in friendship for several seconds watching the peaceful smile on his face. He most certainly was in a blissful place'. I left him sitting on the beach, I awoke with a smile, saying to myself that was one of the most beautiful dream experiences I have ever had, then I pulled the blanket over me, and went into another deep sleep.

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"Nothing is 'Ever What it Seems"

Just because 'You Cannot'

'See it', or 'Touch it',

"Doesn't mean it doesn't Exist"

 

 

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Kuntarkis.

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