Thoughts On Death
With so many celebrities dying this last couple of weeks, I have been thinking about the subject of death. A theory that particularly caught my imagination was that of Anthony Peake who, using many lines of research, has a theory that we fall out of time at death. There is much more to his theory and those like it that are often picked up by the media that I won’t go into here. However, this thought intrigues me a lot. I have written about time quite often (for example, see this Bowie motivated post) and via meditation I have decided that time is simply a construct of the human mind to give some context to our experience of life. An aspect of ourselves is eternal or rather timeless. It operates
Read More »Number 1
It really is quite a thrill to be #1 in your chosen category on Amazon. Thanks for buying or borrowing the book! If you haven’t got it yet – you can buy it here.
Read More »What Price A Review?
For the last few days, I have been reaching out asking for reviews on Amazon. The take up has been very minimal. I don’t really understand why my books only get one or two reviews probably because I like to review books that I read. Anyhow, if you have read one of my books, do please consider reviewing it on Amazon. It doesn’t have to be a long review, it doesn’t have to be good – just honest. Meanwhile, I’m quite thrilled to see Your Haunted Lives riding in the top 4 of Amazon UK‘s supernatural category. It has been #1 several times already and that really is gratifying. It’s not doing quite so well in the US though – it’s in the top 100 there in the same category.
Read More »Sometimes, You Have to Wonder….
This weekend, I was in Dolni Morava. There is a ski resort of sorts there…. I wasn’t skiing so for a couple of hours or so, I was left to wander around. It was pretty chilly and so I ended up in the restaurant which was packed. I ordered my self a hot chocolate in Czech after waiting my turn. The man, a tall and thin guy, looked at me as if I were and alien. I repeated myself. “Deutsche,” he said. A bit puzzled, I repeated my request in Czech. After all, its not a difficult sentence – “Horka chocolada prosim”. The man looked quite angry – “Deutsche” he said again. “English?” I asked. He repeated, almost spat “Deutsche”. The waitress beside of him looked quite shocked at this
Read More »The Death of Idols
Idols are really symbols that have a deep meaning that is only understood personally. While an idol may have a life of its own, it’s not possible to be the idol or participate in its experience of life. David Bowie is one more idol of mine and countless others, that has left to move on somewhere else. Much will be written about him in the next few days. For me, he was a symbol of something that I chose from time to time, to give my attention to. He is a memory trigger of happy times, great people and incredible memories of my life. Whether that be driving to Cornwall listening to kooks with my then best friend Mike in my late teens, or feeling strong as I listened to
Read More »The Wounded Kings
This morning as I meditated I arrived at a startling conclusion. I have come to believe that we create our own reality via our thoughts and subconscious mind. I am the microcosm that reflects out a macrocosm and vice versa. Obviously, the external world is a co-created reality but nonetheless, I am the master of much of my own destiny and create a lot of that external reality. For some reason, my meditative thoughts were about the wounded King. The Fisher King of legend. In this legend, the Fisher King has a ‘thigh’ wound and this reflects in his Kingdom which becomes barren. The ‘thigh’ wound is really a wounded penis and the King is symbolically unable to balance polarities as a result of such a wound. This imbalance of
Read More »Suzi Q
Last week, I went to see Suzi Quatro here in Brno. Back in the early 1970’s, she covered a lot of wall space in my bedroom…. I had never had an opportunity to see her live though. So in 2015, at the age of 65, I had to smile as she shook her leather covered bum at the audience…..and rocked us back the years. She still has it. I hope I do in another 10-years. A lot of 70’s bands pass through this part of the world. I have seen Slade and Smokie too in recent months. The shows are always packed. The one 70’s band I would love to have seen though is T.Rex. I had the chance back in 1977 to see them and at last minute something
Read More »Miracles Do Happen
Learning Growing Building Gaining strength Waiting Being Talking Seeing hope Miracles do happen Every spring, new life appears And springtime may be here At the beginning of winter A touch of love A hope held deeply A dream explained Patience the virtue and here I am Hoping Feeling Something new growing Healing Seeing That spring has sprung anew Miracles do happen Oh yes they do Through you I am living again Laughing in the rain Soaking up the Sun Again having fun Hoping that spark of joy Will burst into flame
Read More »The Mystical Hexagram – 2nd Edition
This weekend, the paperback and kindle versions of The Mystical Hexagram – 2nd Edition became available. The book is a joint project with prolific author Sue Vincent, who incidentally designed the beautiful new cover. An additional chapter is contained in the book along with some tidying up and corrections. Overall, I am very pleased with the new version. The book originates as a follow up to Inner Journeys – my first book that outlines how I found the Servants of The Light School, went through its 5-year course and emerged a different person complete with an inner contact I came to know as Asteroth. For several years, I continued to meditate and guided by that inner contact, discovered that the hexagram is a key to unlocking the potential of may
Read More »Wounded
I am so wounded So hurt, I am not living I am so wounded So hurt, I cannot see What it might be like to be free I gave everything – all of me Built a castle in the air It seems so fucking unfair The castle has dissolved And taken with it Everything I believed in My smile has been wiped Like an old unwanted tape My happiness kicked into touch It all meant so much I am not living, but surviving So lonely, so stuck in the past A fairytale of memories That I hoped would last Lost, cast adrift, cut to the bone How did I end up so alone? I lived for you, not me Rejected, I finally see How I lost myself in an ‘us’
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