Blog #38: Lazy Sunday Afternoon
Part One
OK. So it's Sunday. It's afternoon by my reckoning, though early evening for most of my neighbours. In our house the time schedule, such as it exists at all, resembles that of Barcelona more than along-the-road Aberdeen. Things happen late. And it's kind-of lazy; I've been a bit lazy with the blog just recently. . . .
Blog#37: The Trap
Part One
It's quite a few years since I first picked up the book 'The Wisdom of Near-Death Experiences' by Penny Sartori. I was curious to see what she had to say on the subject. As a former nurse in intensive care, she had ample contact with those close to death, and her book is solidly based on the reports from those who . . .
Life Story Add-Ons: Boy Meets Girl .... and Some Buddhists
Part One
'I love women, I think they're great/ They're a solace to the world in a terrible state/ They're a blessing to the eyes, a balm to the soul/ What a nightmare to have no women in the world.' 'Women' by Lou Reed.
It's from 'The Blue Mask', an album whose sweetest songs are enough to dissolve the listener into a . . .
Blog#36: Ignorance - Bliss No More
This was going to be a full-length article, but don't think I have the heart or stomach for that just now. There's only so much sickness you can interface with...... So I present rather complete bullet-points, which say it all, really. You can fill in the gaps for yourself.
* Politicians, bureaucrats, technocrats, . . .
Life Story Add-Ons: The Panic Room
Part One
Throughout most of adult life, anxiety has been my bag. Not the searing anxiety that renders the person incapable of functioning at all in the world; not the anxiety that turns someone into a control freak, despairingly trying to manage the unmanageable. No. More like an undercurrent, or a ripple on the ocean, . . .
Life Story Add-Ons: The Worst Job I Ever Had
Part One
It was 1988, maybe '89, when I finally said goodbye to the post of chairman at the Buddhist Centre in West London that I had held for almost a decade. This was all very well, but it came with its own issues. Primarily, there was the question of personal finance. Where was I to get money to live on? For years my life . . .
Blog#35: What's With The Moon?
Part One
I used to love the Moon. I thought it was great.
From an early age I had a sense of opposites, of dualities, as building blocks which went to make up the world as we know it. I didn't need to read Jungian tomes on theories of integration to know that this was a great mystery, a secret, and one of the goals . . .
