Archive for September, 2015

Death On The Beach

As of today my new poetry collection is out on Kindle. It’s called Death on the Beach and features a photograph of me taking a photograph of Anna Maria Island beach in Florida on the cover. The photo was taken by Gabriela…   likeheartlaughterwowsadangry0

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A Pilgrimage

Today, I took some time and went to Opava. It is only a couple of hours from Brno, but I have delayed the trip too many times. I went in search of Franz Bardon.. Frantisek Bardon in Czech… and I found him. His grave is located in Opava Kylesovice.   Standing by his grave, I found the atmosphere calm, peaceful, but electric… The grave is very well kept as well. There was, for me, a definite presence…   Having paid my respects, I looked for his house located close by the cemetery and I believe this is it… based on Martin Faulks video...     I then went into town and hunted down his flat, place of birth and lab… This photo is of the street in which he had

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Thoughts on Higher Purpose

‘All is as it should be’ – Is it? Actually, it probably is. We tend to think of ourselves moving through time consciously making decisions that impact our future selves and the world around us. The more likely truth is that we are creatures of habit and subconscious desires and habits. We are unbalanced and our physical, emotional and mental bodies are unaligned or we are simply not in control. Free will? I have come to the conclusion that for the normal person, we probably have little or no free will. If time is a construct of the mind – and increasingly the evidence from all sides suggests that it is – then how can we have free will? More likely our entire life is already mapped and plotted and rather

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Tracks across The Sky

Tracks across the sky Scars of modern travel Highways in the air A line to follow you there A silver bird migrating To summer’s golden shores Arrows flying straight and true Arriving to take off yet anew Looking down from up on high The globe’s curves miraculous Jagged peaks and darkened seas Warmer climes or a winter freeze Passing by at the speed of sound Until we slow to return to ground Leaving, on a jet plane Leaving, never to come back again Away I go So Bye bye             likeheartlaughterwowsadangry0

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The Words Won’t Come

I really think I should be saying something but the words wont come Guess I am shocked or surprised Or a little of both besides So much I want to say but the words won’t come I find I am in a calm silence Perhaps the one before the storm? Who knows? but I know the words will not come Perhaps something inside me is simply broken? Perhaps I have just understood And am resigned to what will be Since I cannot make you see and the words will not come Perhaps its just that things are so clear That I will always hold you dear Perhaps just that its so obvious That you now seem oblivious that my words would be wasted anyway And there is little that I

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Donald Trump’s Hair

I think what Donald Trump needs is a good haircut. I know that his current ‘do’ is iconic and sort of his trademark, but seriously, a new style would really help him out. To me, he emulates Yorkshire’s own Arthur Scargill and he was an utter failure too who never understood that his hair was the real issue standing in his way to power. You see, hair is important. Donald obviously has understood this and perhaps believes that it represents his strength and manliness: a bit like that guy in the old testament. Perhaps he thinks that if he has it cut shorter, it will somehow stunt his manhood? I reckon, Donald would look good in a mohican or perhaps a Kojak styling? He could even go so far as

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Who wants To Live Forever?

A common theme when it comes to the lives of magicians and alchemists is that of finding the elixir of life and living forever. When I researched and wrote God’s Pretender’s, somewhere subliminally, I started seeing some patterns. Today, I have been reading a biography of the Compte de St. Germain and I glimpsed it yet again (BTW – He is covered in my book). Let’s look at some of the things we learn about these masters. The first thing is that they do not eat. The second is that they have some sort of tincture or elixir that appears to give them the ability to stay a certain age indefinitely. Let’s use a bit of logic and see what we can unravel. Firstly, life or consciousness is form of

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Built to Last

Is anything built to last? To stand the tests of time? Proud, up standing and pompous Relieved perhaps, to be still there Or is that just a silly question to ask? The wind and the rain will wash away The sands rise and drown me slowly away The me inside – that lonely voice Calling through an eternity Of change, turmoil and pain Seeking love, a flickering flame A point of fire, with some sort of desire To be free again Be still, be still and listen Time ticks slowly by The illusion of movement Tricks us like a faithless lover Who ran to the arms of another Each moment is an eternal now In in a sense, it lasts and lasts The wounded King awaits The Lady of the

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A Lesson In Loneliness

Have you ever walked down the street aware of yourself? People pass and yet if you look at them, they avoid your gaze. If you are so bold as to speak to them, their eyes open in amazement and you can see that your “Good Morning,” is met with distrust and a suspicion that you want something from them. Whatever happened to joviality? It’s a lesson in loneliness to be out and about and seeking company. I noticed this in the last few days just walking to lunch. You see, I work in a home office alone. Just me and the dog. The dog has plenty of fun licking his balls and barking at the neighbors. Me? I sometimes yearn for company. So, every lunchtime, I take a walk a

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Fool

I have a numbing headache It’s not really painful But sits just on the edge of perception Clouding my thoughts Something weighs heavily on me today Following me like a foul smell Or that stale taste From yesterday’s unwanted cigarette Stubbed out half-smoked In the disgust of will Bent, twisted, broken in this situation I am in Surrounded by comfort All those things Yet I am alone and wallowing in loneliness I walk the street Idly people watching Surrounded by people and abandoned by friends Life is lonely If I could only Be somewhere else at this moment in time On a beach Swimming in the Sea Anything to put a gap between Him and Me Disconnected Momentarily misdirected Wallowing around in an Ocean of bitterness Drinking the cup Swallowed

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