Blog#63: Down on the Farm
Part One
There once was a time when catching a plane was a relatively simple affair. You turned up at the airport, joined the queue for your flight, and awaited your turn. After showing your passport and answering a few questions, you would say goodbye to your luggage for the time being, be given a boarding pass, and would . . .
Blog#62: The Nature of Unreality
Part One
Is the reality that we take as real, really that real? Or do we really live in a simulation? Is the 'reality' we inhabit no more real than a computer video game, similar to what's portrayed in the film series 'the Matrix'?
Do we really wake up every morning into what the Gnostics referred to as a 'bad . . .
Blog#61: The House of Rock
Part One
'Jennie said when she was just five years old/ There was nothing happening at all/ Every time she puts on a radio/ There was nothing going down at all/ Then one fine morning she puts on a New York station/ She couldn't believe what she heard at all/ She started shaking to that fine fine music/ Oh her life was saved . . .
Blog#60: Vignettes from the Great Escape
Part One
My copy of 'Exit the Cave' by Howdie Mickoski arrived. I set to reading it for the first time, and it proved compelling. "I don't see you with a book like that very often" commented my wife. "From time to time I come across an important book" was my reply. "And this is one of them."
I gobbled it up . . .
Blog#59: University of Life? Really?
Part One
'We are here to learn. I have come to planet Earth to learn.' How many times have I heard this point of view over recent years, especially from those who inhabit what I shall call the interstellar alternative world: starseeds and the like, for example.
A former mentor of mine, Neil Kramer, would talk . . .
Blog#58: Bits and Pieces
Part One: Belinus; A Near Miss
I was eagerly anticipating the visit to Rosslyn Chapel. It's not on the Belinus line, around 6 miles east of the great ley; but it is apparently a vital piece of the energy grid. Michael Feeley asserts that the Knights Templar performed powerful rituals in the Chapel, invoking high-level . . .
Blog#57: Why Am I Still Here?
In April 1986 I took a trip to Italy with my then-girlfriend.
It is all deeply ironic. The decade was characterised personally by my full-time work for the Buddhist organisation with which I was affiliated. Well, more than that: the Order into which I was ordained. Much of this time I was chairman of the Buddhist Centre in . . .
