Welcome to SNAY, a personal blog where I share my life in retrospect, one episode at a time. Join me as I explore past experiences, reflect on lessons learned, and share insights gained along the way. This is my journey, told through stories and reflections. I hope you enjoy the read.

    ‘RETURNING’ … THIS LIFE IN RETROSPECT

2025

The story starts NOW, during WW3 a very dangerous and INSANE time on the ILLFATED PLANET EARTH. There is a wise saying…

 “BETTER TO SAY NOTHING AND BE THOUGHT A FOOL, THAN OPEN YOUR MOUTH AND REMOVE ALL DOUBT”

Well let’s remove some of the DOUBT, Shall we?

My name is PATRICK JOHN CREAMER 111, and now that I have your undivided attention, my initial description of this literary piece is to say it will be a mockumentary, documentary and preamble for a Feature film, working title … “THE RETURN PROPHESY” During this journey there will be peace, love, mung beans and a fair bit of blood and guts. Just a bit about my favourite subject … ME……. I am what some call…….

 The Sensitive New Age Yobbo but I’ve been a lot of things …….

       A LOVER, A FIGHTER, A FATHER, A PRISONER, A PAINTER, A PROPHET, A BURGLER, A BARBER, A BRAGGART and more, but enough about me, for a short while.

Our world is suffering from a disease called ‘Divide and Rule’, yet we are two wings of the same bird which originally was the Bird of Peace.

This is a time when the biggest mass fraud was perpetrated on the people of this earth by the dark powers lurking in the shadows. Yes, I am talking about the covid fraud, when half the people on the planet were conned into being injected with a substance which caused millions of deaths. When trillions of dollars were ripped off the average citizens whilst scaring the population with a “DISEASE” which had a 1% chance of killing you, and as it turned out the vaccinations caused millions more deaths than the alleged danger. Within three months of rollout (Dec 2020–Feb 2021), Pfizer recorded over 1,200 deaths and 100s of thousands of severe adverse events - including myocarditis, pericarditis, neurological disorders, liver damage, blood clotting, and autoimmune diseases. Since then, we have had millions of deaths from the injections. Yes, MILLIONS.

Enough about the war, we will get back to that later. Back to me.

In the first 5 years of this life, I was extremely ill with Polio, bronchial asthma, Glandular fever, Rheumatic fever, Pneumonia and more. Apparently, I should be dead but no. As a result of these dangerous abominations, I was 4 months late in commencing school and in the final exams there were 4 prizes applied to Arithmetic, English, Social Studies and Religion for which I made a clean sweep, and I suppose this means I AM A BRAGGART of sorts. My sister Jenny had Polio as well and as it turned out she was a great sprinter, and I was a great miler even though we were young Polio victims. We came from a family of fighters. My father fought The GREEN DRAGON [JAPANESE] in New Guinea during World War two.

 I am sitting in my little caravan in the mountain bush down the hill from my beautiful daughter in-law’s home in Beechmont GOLD COAST AUSTRALIA, listening to the soundtrack of “KITTINS THE MUSICAL” a theatre play which I started writing 24 years ago and if I have my way, most of my extremely talented family will participate in the production.  Good night.

      Well, it’s 4.57 and the Kookaburra alarm is sounding so, back to writing.

Charlie Kirk has just been assassinated, and this is a sign of how crazy this war is becoming. I feel that the murder of babies in the womb and the EVIL cast on them after birth is satanism at its most horrid and the activists protesting over ‘HUMAN RIGHTS’ should stop and consider where these rights begin.

       I have just found my old copy of the … Ancient Egyption

42 WISE COUNCILS including hieroglyphics.

So, I prayed on it, so with the permission of my LORD AND SAVIOR JESUS THE CHRIST, I shall include the wise councils at appropriate times.

     Speaking of religion, I will indulge in the first flashback……. 1954 ST. MARYS CATHOLIC SCHOOL WEST END Brisbane. My Sister, brother and I are on assembly at 8.30 AM and the head nun Sister Mary Calasanctius read out loud, to the entire school the names of the children who had not paid their school fees, yes! My sister Jenifer, my brother Butch and me. At the time I was an altar boy and dux of my class at 10 years old. Many times, during this period I observed nuns being very cruel to little children. Hitting with thick straps and metal edge rulers, pulling ears and more, and at the time I recall saying audibly “That’s not holy”. Unfortunately, a short time later I observed Sister Calasanctius with a LARGE BISCUIT TIN into which she was stuffing money and struggling to close the lid and given the school fees embarrassment I might say I was incensed to such a degree that I hatched a plot to help myself to the contents of THE LARGE BISCUIT TIN. Now, the wardrobe protecting the prize was locked, and the nun had the key secure on a chain in her pocket. Being a “Bond” type even at the age of 10, I realized the wardrobe in the lower school had an identical key which stayed in place. During the lunch break the next day I very stealthily removed the key from the non-secure wardrobe and seconds later removed 10-shilling note from THE LARGE BISCUIT TIN in the locked and secure wardrobe, speedily returning the key to its former home. ICE CREAM and COKE for my friends we had a party during the lunch hour next day …… LOTS OF LAUGHING. This was the first time I stole anything. Might I say, I returned to THE LARGE BISCUIT TIN many times until I was expelled. I am not sure when, but I know what for. The head nun reprimanded me and tried to hit me on the back of the hand with a metal edged ruler and I snatched the weapon from her hand, broke it in half and threw it in her face, said “GET FUCKED” and walked out. As I was leaving the school grounds a few nuns appeared on the veranda calling out “Patrick come back” to which I responded with the same phrase.

 Time for the 1^st of the wise counsels. 

WISE COUNSEL 3.

 The counsels will not particularly be in numerical order. Good night.

Awaken to that beautiful sound of the birds. Good morning.

     While at ST. MARYS I had a very good friend Nicky Rolph {Nicholas Rolphtopolas} Greek boy and at lunch time we would gesticulate and cackle wildly over an 'absurd' matter…….

                                  “A millionth of a flee”

We would start with one of us saying ‘Imagine a hundredth of a flea, to which the other would retort ‘imagine a thousandth of a flea’ escalating up to a Million, during which time, besides nearly choking on our lunch, I am certain we nearly peed our pants. Why I include these hysterical lunches in this story is because we were looked upon with disdain by the nuns and some fellow students and we were talking about things unseen which recurs on a regular basis throughout these writings. Nicky and I went on to the same high school, Commercial High school it was in this period I had lots of girlfriends and one in particular I felt I had fallen in love with. Her name was Mary-Lou Emmert, so when Ricky Nelson released his hit song Hello Mary-Lou I used to get drunk and sing the song late at night “HELLO MARY- LOU GOODBYE HEART”. More about this beauty later. Nicky and I played football in the same grand final winning team and we were in the rock and roll band RHYTHM ROCKERS together but that was a different decade. More about that later.

 Next! Back to WW3.

My view on Muslim people is the same as my view of Catholic people.

In general, they are just average people who are not aware of the evil involved in the foundation of the ‘organisation’ they believe is a religion of peace and love. Now, when both the Catholic crusades and the Muslim crusades were evil in their intent, so it does indicate the evil in these ‘Organised Religions’.

There isn't a definitive percentage of Muslims who are Islamists, but one 2017 estimate suggested 10–15% of the world's Muslims identified as Islamists, while a Pew Research study showed varied support for Islamist principles like sharia law across different countries. The broad term "Islamist" encompasses a range of ideologies focused on reordering society and politics according to Islamic law, meaning support for certain Islamist ideals does not necessarily mean adherence to all Islamist viewpoints. The grooming and organised rape across Britain and elsewhere and the hiding of paedophilia in the churches and government are examples of Satanism in our World now.

The origin of ISLAM is not equivalent to the origin of Christianity. Comparing Mohammad to Jesus is comparing a murderous paedophile to a Beautiful Essene Holy man. This writing could put me in extreme danger.  

  WISE COUNSEL 3.

The Essenes and THE DEAD SEA SCROLLS.  Excerpts and opinions. 

 Inside these ancient texts lie hidden messages, teachings meant to elevate you to a higher level of consciousness if you miss this you might never understand the true path Jesus laid out for this world. What the secret teachings of Jesus are can be viewed through the lens of mysticism focusing on the inner transformation of consciousness rather than external religious practises. These teachings are meant to reveal Christ consciousness, a state of spiritual unity with God accessible to all human beings. The esoteric wisdom of Jesus was not about dogma but realising the divine within, [SELF REALISATION].   Scripture viewed from a mystical rather than literal perspective.

TEACHING 1. The Kingdom of God is within you. This is one of the most essential and esoteric Teaching. The Church interpretation often places the Kingdom of God in the afterlife, but this misses that the mystical Jesus was pointing towards an internal reality, a state of divine consciousness where the soul realises its oneness with God. This inner realisation is not limited to sensory properties. It's available to all individuals who seek to awaken. The understanding of enlightenment in eastern religions where the true self or atman is realised as being one with the divine. Jesus was teaching that salvation and heaven are states of consciousness and can be experienced here and now by going inward and recognising one’s divinity. When Jesus says ‘I and the father are one’ he is not just Speaking of himself alone but is offering a universal truth about the potential of all humanity. This teaching expresses nonduality a central concept in mystical teachings across the world. Nonduality refers to the realisation that the apparent separation between the individual soul and the divine is elusive, in truth there is only one. This statement invites people to recognise that just as Jesus realised his unity with God so too can everyone. Interaction on the path of spiritual awakening involves transcending the ego, the sense of separateness and merging with the divine presence.

TEACHING 2. The eye of the single vision. Jesus says, ‘the eye is the lamp of the body if your eye is single your whole body will be full of light.’ This teaching often overlooked or misinterpreted refers to spiritual vision and the awakening of the third eye, an understanding found in many esoteric traditions, the single eye is the spiritual centre or Ajna chakra in yoga terms that allows an individual to perceive higher reality. When Jesus speaks of the eye being single, he refers to the state of pure consciousness where all distractions and illusions of the physical world fall away. When the third eye is activated, it brings in a light of divine wisdom flooding the entire being with spiritual insight.

TEACHING 3. rebirth of spirit

 One cannot enter the Kingdom of God unless they are born again this is often misunderstood as a simple conversion experience or baptism but in its deeper sense it refers to spiritual Repair, a profound transformation of consciousness. Being born again is an inner awakening a shift from identification with the physical ego itself to the realisation of the divine nature. This concept is closely related to the teaching that any awakening or rise of inner energy in various esoteric traditions is to be born again or to experience a higher state of consciousness where one sees reality not through the limited perspective of the ego but through the internal soul view.

TEACHING 4. The narrow path.

Jesus says ‘Enter through the narrow gate for wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it but small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life and only a few find it. This teaching refers to the spiritual journey the narrow path is the Esoteric path of inner transformation and spiritual disciplines. Many follow the broad path of materialism ego and worldly pursuits but only a few are willing to tread the challenging path of self-discovery, meditation and surrender to the divine. In this context Jesus is speaking about the initiation process into higher consciousness where the seeker must leave behind the attachments of the ego and the world to ascend to a state of divine realisation. 

That is sufficient about the inner world for the moment.

SO GOOD NIGHT AND ……. “PEACE BE WITH YOU” …….

                    Well, it’s that time again, so today’s news is Tommy Robinson just won a case in England which is a real landmark in world history. By that I mean it will be looked back on as a TURNING POINT for the English people. After all, this, IS……. WW3 Folks!  So back to it.

The acceleration of this FINAL CONFLICT is becoming obvious. Humanity is now experiencing MILLIONS of atrocities including murder stabbings, shootings, domestic violence, rape and sexual assault of children and women DAILY. Add the rapid destruction of the environment and you have glimpses of … HELL…

TIME FOR THE GOOD STRONG MEN TO STAND UP!

"The society that separates its scholars from its warriors will have its thinking done by cowards and its fighting by fools” a quote attributed to the ancient Greek historian Thucydides. It argues that combining intellectualism with physical courage is essential for a robust society.        

WE WANT HEAVEN THANKS!

So, for you to fully understand this Journey I am taking you on, I must tell you more of my personal Spiritual life and beliefs.

I Astral travelled regularly in the first 14 years of this life, having many out of body events and experiences.  I have seen visions of future history which I won't expound on too much at the moment.  I'm talking about Major Happenings in world history. I have had many glimpses into the Akashic Records. Many of you might ask, what are the Akashic Records?

The Akashic Records are a mystical, non-physical library or energetic field said to hold the complete record of every soul's journey, including all past, present, and future experiences, thoughts, and emotions of all beings derived from the Sanskrit word Akasha (ether/sky), these records are believed to be an accessible cosmic memory bank, often accessed through prayer, meditation, intuition, or spiritual readings for self-discovery, understanding life patterns ( Karmic lessons), and gaining wisdom.

During 2013-2014 Donald Trump became a recurring name in my visions so I researched “who is this, Donald Trump?”  and I discovered that while at school and college he was always a WINNER. and the word WINNER has a relationship with this guy. I believe he is one of the signs that the time we are living through right now is THE Major Pinnacle in this universe. So, I had several flashes of DJT becoming President and I told people, who all, pretty much agreed that I should most probably be certified insane. One problem with that, I already know it, and I prefer to be INSANE... than semi-sane like the rest of you.......

But speaking of President Donald J. Trump, He is conscious of the need for “THE AMERICAN SYSTEM” to be reinstituted at this time on PLANET EARTH. The problem with “THE AMERICAN SYSTEM” is that it was against Rothschild/Britain’s control of the United States. Any President who tried to implement it was either assassinated, shot or stymied. Hamilton, Washington, Lincoln, McKinley, Roosevelt, Kennedy, Reagan, Trump and others were victims of the British Monarchy, in this regard.

The thing I love about “THE TRUMPSTER” is, he loves his country and his family, also, his family loves him. That makes him a Real man.

Back to the story

I am going to take you through some real tough times……from the death of my brother BUTCH through violent prison years up to and through MY DEATH…….

A few days before my brother’s death he was 16 and I was 17, we had an argument over my wanting to wear his shoes, his brand-new Julius Marlow pointed toe shoes. To avoid me taking them he ran into the bathroom slamming the door, busting my finger in the jamb, me being in hot pursuit. I swore at him saying ‘I’LL KILL YOU’ and punched him several times. I took his shoes and departed, leaving him bleeding on the floor of the bathroom.

It was my father’s Birthday 29^th of November 1960 and we were driving with two other guys, heading up Highgate Hill on Gladstone Rd when we came upon an accident. The victim a kid on a bicycle was badly smashed up with his brain spilling out of his skull onto the road. The unrecognisable boy was my young brother Butch. My father had collapsed to the road, visibly deeply upset. At this stage, I hadn’t recognised my own Brother. I was explaining to my co-workers that my father had witnessed a lot of bloodshed and death during the war being a platoon Sargent in New Guinea.

Suddenly I recognized the bike, shoulder bag and clothing. The world started spinning and the last words I said to my Dear Brother Butch were ringing in my ears.

 I’LL KILL YOU……. I’LL KILL YOU……. I’LL KILL YOU…….

I asked the onlookers ‘Who was driving the vehicle?’ and they pointed to a Japanese man talking and laughing nervously. So, I attacked him, But the onlookers prevented me doing any real damage.

 The next thing I remember was outside the hospital my father and I abusing and almost attacking the ambulance men for lighting cigarettes before taking the boy out of the vehicle into the building.

He was never going to live, and they knew this from years of experience in the job. He died officially a couple of hours later.

Now, this was the beginning of a Decade plus of insanity, lawlessness and bloodshed, laced with a feeling of UNFORGIVENESS.

           BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU SAY……AND THINK!!!

Now I went on a predatory campaign harming many people particularly guys who wanted to fight my brother or had assaulted him when he was alive, one man named Frank from Tip Top Bakery where BUTCHY worked. I suspected Frank was making a homosexual move on my little brother. During the week after his death, I drove my father’s car to the bakery and entered through the loading dock. I asked one of the bakers to point out Frank which he did, and I immediately attacked Frank busting his eye and nose. The co-workers apprehended me throwing me out of the side door, my response was to punch through the adjacent windows damaging both my fists. I found a way to climb over a very high fence with barbed wire on top and entered the bakery again. I called out to Frank and attacked again. This time after some more Frank damage, I was apprehended again. They placed me in an extremely large dough mixing chamber from which I couldn’t escape until the police came and rescued me. (ironic?) The constabulary understanding my trauma, gave me ride home with no charges.

There were many more of these notably Trevor Dawson whom I waited for night after night at the Melbourne hotel West End waiting, watching the bottle shop until he turned up in a cab came in and bought some beer, I called his name, and he knew what was happening. He made a run for the cab, reached the back door opened it, I caught him and both he and the cab driver were caught in my madness. There are many more stories of bloodshed but ironically, I have never been a fan of gratuitous violence

From 1960 all the way to 65 there's a period of Sheer violence, bloodletting and lawlessness. I had 2 extremely violent fights with my sister’s fiancé Ross McMahon for his extreme mistreatment of her, a very beautiful and loving girl. The first one we were at a party together and he was being very shitty to her, and she left the party, and I went with her he came out to the balcony of the house and yelled “Jenny come here” to which I said you come here you.” He came down from the house and said to “What’s wrong with you?” I think I said something to the effect, ‘I know what’s wrong with you, FOOL. We eventually arrived home in very drunken state still arguing about his attitude and trouble was afoot. Sitting around the kitchen table at 48 Mollison Street West End. He threw a cup of hot coffee in my face, I flicked a lighted cigarette between his eyes and grabbed the iron from the ironing board and delivered a rather hefty blow to his cranium and we brawled all the way down the hall to the front veranda displacing all my mother’s Nic- naks from the shelves by this time a lot of people had awoken including my parents. Neighbours lights had come on. It was over very quickly but high resentment percolated from this point on, culminating in me being charged with attempted murder. A very bizarre psychic event happened. Ross had tried to kill my sister by dragging her into the ocean at Surfers Paradise beach, when he failed at that, she fought for her life, he started punching her relentlessly, eventually sitting on her chest and punching her with both fists flailing until somehow she escaped running along the beach to someone’s house and she was taken in by a friendly lady who answered her desperate knocking. So, everyone in the family was told she had been in a car accident. None of us was told what had happened including me. It so happened not long after, Ross and I were in Brisbane city with a couple of lads and Ross was in possession of a steak-knife from the bar at Lennons Hotel in George Street. He was running up to people and scaring the crap out them for quite a while, somehow, we started arguing and he king hit me. The punch was a good one too, it knocked me down but not out. I grabbed him by the ankles and tipped him over, leaped on and commenced laying a few into him to which he responded with, “let’s talk this over” which I fell for and he king hit me again. Now please don’t ask me to explain but I, now I had the steak-knife and being a little consciously agitated I was also psychically agitated which led to17 stab wounds all over ross’s body from the top of his head down to his thighs and buttocks. Could be called a frenzy. I was upset, but here’s the kicker, I wiped the knife clean and threw it in the District Courtyard and proceeded to SIT ON HIS CHEST and continuously punch him with both fists exactly as he did to my beautiful sister Jenny. The cabbies left their cars and proceeded to come over to prevent me doing any more damage to which I said, “Don’t come near me, be warned.” They heeded the warning, I was covered in Ross’s blood and pretty soon, the police arrived and grabbed me from behind and I was forcibly subdued. I was arraigned and charged with attempted murder. I know it is a bit violent but if you heard all the details of how Jenny was VIOLENTLY mistreated, you’d probably think I was a bit of a psychic hero, some say psycho. Not just an ordinary hero.

At this time through to 1965 there were a lot of misdemeanours and bloodshed culminating in a life of crime and eventually a 4-year prison sentence in the notorious BOGGO ROAD which I was handed on my sister’s birthday, 28^th April 1965. Given the math, I turned 21 not long after, on 30^th October to be exact. Kevin Reston and I were charged with breaking entering and stealing a large quantity of cigarettes from a vending warehouse which had no alarm according to an inside informant ‘Eddie’. We sold them to an Italian guy, Mario who had several retail outlets. Somehow, we got busted. Kevin and I agreed it was an insider ‘John the Lion’, whom detectives Tony Murphy and Glen Hallahan had put in a separate cell to us and eventually on a plane back to New Zealand. So, he was THE SNITCH. Just a funny little titbit, Kevins’ girlfriend Denise arranged our bail and according to ‘Eddie’ the alarm still wasn’t installed, so, we did what all GOOD crooks do……. we double dipped, got twice as much and got away with it. Not really getting away with anything, YOU WILL PAY, and I did, and I did, and I did……. So now I am a twenty-year-old kid in Boggo Road, a very dangerous place for a young lad. During the lead up time Kevin myself and Tommy Hamilton committed a series of these types of crimes. During one raid, Tommy was caught, and Kevin and I escaped (Silent alarm). We three finished up in Boggo Road. Now, for those of you who do not know who Tommy Hamilton is, firstly he was my replacement for young brother Butchy and eventually he became the Queensland champion boxer and Part of the notorious group known as the Clockwork Orange gang. He was referred to by some as Clockwork Orange, he did have red hair.He was also best man at my wedding to Carol Logan some years later photograph below. I was a boxer too photograph below

Now comes the prison stories, good old BOGGO ROAD. I went to prison twice for misdemeanours before the first major sentence. 

 First time, on a minor charge, I shared a cell with Jimmy Finch in B wing. I had been charged with vagrancy. Jimmy who along with John Andrew Stuart was found guilty of the crime of mass-murder namely, the “WHISKEY AU GO GO” horror,

but THEY WERE NOT GUILTY. Most probably Vince O’Dempsey in conjunction with Hallahan, Murphy, Hopgood, Rogerson and others were the organisers. I knew all these men, and I use that word loosely, as very corrupt and murderous FELONS. They were called the Rat Pack and they were indeed a bunch of RATS.

William Anthony (Billy) Stokes was a very devious liar and diabolical personality. He was the editor of The Port News a waterside workers newspaper and his connection with the wharves will come in handy in another part of this story. You see he and Tommy had an ongoing friction regarding women and family. I will take you to another time after the prison period so, you can see how diabolical Billy was.

Now my second misdemeanour time, from memory was 10 days for a fine. Now, the strange part about it was... some guy called me down to an eye hole in the fence of Eight yard.   He began to blabber a stream of incoherence at me, and I DID NOT recognise the eye. A voice said, ‘I’ll be seein’ ya”. The next morning in 8 yard this guy appeared in front of me looking pale and crazy and started to have a swing at me. I recognised the eye, So, I threw him down on the concrete, his head was now, bleeding profusely. Having only 9 days to serve and not wanting any trouble. I asked a fellow prisoner, “what side is your appendix on?” he told me the right.  I, still being a Brando type,  held my breath for quite a while, threw myself down on the concrete whilst holding my right side groin and gasping, Before I knew it, I was rushed up to the Goal surgery and after a bit of poking around my groin from the medics they decided, ‘This kid is in a bad way.’ Next thing I am on my way to hospital in an ambulance and that’s not the funny part. At the time I was going out with young nurse who was very beautiful by the name of Margaret Robb. Now this friend of hers happened to be the nurse given the task of removing the hair from lower abdomen and adjacent area. I tried hard to talk her out of the need to shave me or operate at all, whilst pressing my fist into the alleged burst appendix. Now, that really upset her and before I knew it, I had a Brazilian. I might say she WAS a touch rough. When you thought things couldn’t possibly deteriorate any further, the delightful Nurse Margaret Robb suddenly appeared inches from my face, blasting out the last words I ever heard from those lovely full lips,        'WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE, PATRICK JOHN CREAMER" ? ……. SIXTEEN-YEAR-OLD PATRICK JOHN CREAMER…….                                       I probably should have been nominated for an Academy Award instead of getting abused like that!!!!!!!

Now, back to Prison! My memory says it was sometime in 1966, the Decimal currency had just been introduced, and we were rehearsing for a prison concert under the guidance of Senior officer Ron Boranetti and he was a funny, funny man with one eye that had a mind of its own, a bit ‘Wonkey’ we used to say. Not to him. ‘We’ were comprised of Bud Aldrich, Legs Gallagher my guitar men and myself. Some of the songs I remember were Folsom Prison Blues, House of the Rising Sun and Tell Laura I Love Her, to mention a few. At this time, we would rehearse in the barber shop, which was my position of employment. I also had the esteemed, yet illegal position of being the Bookmaker which afforded me a lot treats, privilege and spending power. One day that comes back to mind, I had taken a lot of bets on a horse called Academy Star and I stood to lose quite a deal. An old friend of mind a kindly old gentleman, Bernie who was serving life, would place bets with me on the horse races. He was a regular winner. This particular day I told him of my impending loss on Academy Star in the SIRES PRODUCE at RANDWICK. We listened to the race together in 6-yard. From the top of the strait Academy Star was 3 or 4 lengths in front of Prince Max and things were looking glum. I remember the great Ken Howards call as plain as day. In the last hundred metres he said, “Academy Star a length in front, Prince Max inch by inch wearing him down, it’s The Star in front The Prince lunges, I don’t know, Turtles, ACADEMY STAR, “you can bet London to a brick on.” The greatest race caller told the world ACADEMY STAR had won, but my friend Bernie said, “Your horse won that, I saw it.” I said I wish. In super close finish, the photo said Bernie’s vision was correct, PRINCE MAX won. What do you call THAT?  Or as PAULINE would say 'Please Explain.