I have always been interested in what makes people tick. So it was only a matter of time before I formally discovered psychology. My first degree was in accountancy and economics but it never grabbed me and I spent a fair amount of time in the University library reading psychology books.
Further academic study, endless short courses, a career change and a number of other influences led me to becoming a psychotherapist in 1995. Combine all this with a heavily developed rebellious streak and you have a recipe for exhortation. Even when I worked in professional sport (football, rugby league) for a short time I was staggered by the ignorance. Rubbing shoulders with world-class sportsmen was a fantastic privilege. In rugby league the players, especially the Australians, were so mentally sharp and open to the work I was doing it was exhilarating. But the lack of appreciation amongst the coaches and hierarchy of the game of how the mind made all the difference continued to amaze me.
Naturally almost every single one of my hundreds of psychotherapy clients were in varying states of distress simply because mentally they could not process what was happening to them. And before you ask this also covered a high proportion of people with physical illnesses. I have lost count of the number of people who had no idea that the loss of a parent, a spouse, a sibling, or a child could do and had done to their health. Similarly those who had been betrayed in adult relationships or had been abandoned or rejected as a child, or had been declared the wrong gender by a parent (“we wanted a boy…”) at birth never knew the effect it was having on them.
Leaving aside the weaponised politicisation of victimhood, i.e. Woke, which has nothing to do with the traumas I have listed above, the global ignorance of how we function as human beings is truly a pandemic.
Given what is happening in the world right now, those responsible know the effect this is going to have psychologically, which will in turn translate itself into physical illness and premature death. They know this. They know the devastation caused by social isolation and being deprived of everything that follows from that will reap a whirlwind which will make coronavirus seem like a welcome distraction. Before anyone becomes self-righteous just study the global seasonal flu statistics, deaths from suicide, deaths from hunger, and deaths from abortions. In this twisted, distorted but as ever actually and potentially beautiful world “seeing is believing.” You get sympathy with your broken leg. If you are depressed you can keep it hidden from all but the most perceptive.
Do your research, find out what happens when your immune system is compromised. Are you on top form during house arrest? Do you enjoy being isolated from those you normally spend time with? Do you prefer to stay in touch with people electronically or physically? I’m sure none of you miss going out for a coffee or a meal, or walking straight into a shop rather than queueing with the living dead. Don’t you love being told by some cretin that you shouldn’t wash your car, or go out more than twice a day whilst watching “normality” as portrayed in adverts?
I will be moving house soon and I’m going to start work again as a psychotherapist. Something tells me I won’t be short of clients. As with every “crisis” opportunities emerge. You will have to trust me when I say that this nightmare we are living through is the worst possible way of generating clients and opportunities. However it will soon become ragingly apparent, if it hasn’t done so already, that our focus of attention now needs to turn to the mental and emotional stress of this silent Holocaust.
Do all that you can to stay calm, to stay focused, to love and be loved. Draw upon your greatest reserves of mental strength to help yourself first and to help others. You are no use to anyone if you lose it. It is right we show appreciation for those on the frontline of this appalling state of affairs. And it is obvious many of the health and care workers are in need of psychological support themselves.
I’ve been waiting for a few years now to run (free/low cost) workshops to help people heal themselves and others, to let go of lives of quiet desperation and to become the amazing person they incarnated here to be. They will happen. At the moment any stress I am feeling is mostly focused on being unable to do this. The (potentially debilitating) stress I am feeling from being separated from my lady is being “managed.”
Like everyone reading this we all have our unique ways of maintaining some kind of optimal functioning during these dark days. The enormity of impending planetary transformation, the “Great Awakening” is too much for me to totally buy into. But I’m having a go.
Who could have anticipated this?
So, watch someone rather more famous than me here. Please watch Dr Phil, it’s worth 9 minutes of your time. Love to you all. Jack Stewart, April 17, 2020.
Is it actually possible?
Is the struggle against tyranny finally coming to a close? Is the seed of doubt sown in me by my adoptive parents 65 years ago turning into an orchid? Is the darkest hour just before dawn?
Some public figures (I don’t mean anyone who buys the official narrative) who I respect are spouting nonsense, but show me someone in the current climate who has all the answers.
The house arrest, the lockdown, the social deprivation and isolation are either signs of a permanent “boot stamping on a human face forever,” (Orwell) or a temporary necessity from which will follow an awakening and then a golden age.
“I know people are fearful of the coming months and some people think it is the end of the world. We know it is not, and we know you know it is not. It is a changing of energies and, although I can’t tell you exactly what is going to happen, it will not be like anything that is being forecasted and is being fed to you.
A lot of the changes in energies started way back in the late 1980’s and 1990’s and now it is clearing out. And they are becoming finer and they are becoming more settled.”
Don’t you find it fascinating that the above was (Princess) Diana, chapter 13 June 23rd 2012, from In the Stillness Everything Happens. But no, she wasn’t talking specifically about the Virus. There have been so many occasions over millennia when an overthrow of the tyranny, a massive global shift, has been on the cards. Somehow the cabal has always seemed to avoid it. The view of many people I trust I now share. It can happen. Diana goes on:
“Know that you are powerful beyond belief. Some people can’t and won’t believe this, and it is understandable. For so long you have been hammered into the ground until some people feel they have nowhere to go any more. It is easier to stay hammered into the ground than to move forward, which can be very, very painful for a lot of people. To do that, they have to meet up with some of their old beliefs, their old hurts, and we understand how painful it can be. But once they are accepted and faced then a new and brighter place [it] will be for you and all of mankind.
It is up to the likes of you to open the door, even if it is only a chink at a time, to let that light through, let the light of God come through and shine on people.
And once that happens, they will go forward; they will never go back to the dark times. We have to get rid of these dark energies once and for all. They have been around for thousands and thousands of years, getting darker and darker and darker. And if you can imagine what has happened to the planet, mother Earth with billions of people living, breathing, feeling and seeing only darkness, feel what it has done to the Earth. Here in spirit, we are sometimes surprised as to how you have survived, although of course we’re not! But, when we look at the darkness that you have been in, our hearts cry for you.”
And from chapter 17:
“We are doing all we can here in spirit. We are working with you and again we are working with the dark side. Because we are shining our light there and people are coming to the front, people we call, or you call ‘whistle-blowers’. Eventually things will change in such a way, and so quickly, you will not be able to draw breath.”
In closing I have just watched a three-part documentary which may appal you in parts but will ultimately make your heart sing. When I now hear the mantra “Where We Go One, We Go All” it moves me to tears of joy.
As always, remain calm, be love and feel the wish of paradise fulfilled.
Jack Stewart, in daily contact with my divine channel, March 30th, 2020.
Let’s start and end with some good news. And I’ll resist the temptation to satirise and make fun of the current situation we find ourselves in.
I was going for my daily walk in the Malvern Hills and I walked past a row of shops all closed. However outside the local florist (Forget-me-Not) was a bucket containing two bunches of beautiful flowers. Strange? Have florists been given a dispensation to raise morale through the sale of beauty? In the bucket was a handwritten sign. “Free flowers, please take one.” So I did. I’d already arranged for flowers to be sent to my lady earlier today so I had no conscience in taking a bunch home and placing them on my window ledge. I tapped on the florist’s window, smiled and put my thumb up. She duly acknowledged. My heart sang.
As I walked up the road to access the footpath to the hills I noticed a number of people who were out. Smiles all round as we say hello to each other.
Despite the fact I’m reasonably fit, the closure of my local swimming pool and gym hasn’t helped. So although I can climb the hills, it takes it out of me more than it should. However practice makes perfect. So I stopped, out of breath. I had texted my lady about the florist episode and she immediately came to mind. As she does without any prompting. I then thought about the florist again. I thought about Alice Herz Sommer. You need to know this woman. Her mantra? Life is beautiful. It was cold today, windy and overcast. I looked at a huge tree and noticed buds were beginning to form. The smile on my face broadened, and I said out loud: “Life is indeed beautiful.”
I have mentioned the fact that I don’t use Facebook very much. Sometimes I find it difficult to resist. Donald Trump has never been other than on my list of idiots. A racist, misogynist buffoon. At least that’s what the mainstream have been feeding my subconscious for years. And because I have that view of Trump I pay attention both consciously and unconsciously of anything that reinforces that belief. What I have just said applies to how everyone constructs their reality.
In recent days it has come to my attention from my “go to” friend who has an encyclopaedic knowledge of cosmic and world “reality” that Trump may be more than he seems. And there is no doubt, none whatsoever, that the so-called “liberal” media in the USA have tried to destroy him. Before you proceed bear in mind I have been left-leaning all my life.
So I posted Incredible Trump 2020 Campaign Ad. Watch it, it may surprise you. Then one of my relatives in America, who I’ve never met, but I think she is fabulous, commented. It went something like this, shortened massively:
… Trump has to go.
Me – Is it possible Trump’s critics have an agenda? The Clintons are murderers.
So you’ve fallen for the Clinton conspiracy theory?
Me – No.
I always thought you were a Trump sympathiser.
Love you Amy. Now I know Amy is infinitely more than this exchange, but the exchange touches upon a deep and profound truth. My worldview is that those who serve the system at the higher levels are corrupt. And everything that supports the system is also corrupt or at least corrupted. Amy has a different view, which I respect. But to completely close down any argument, however much merit it may have, all you have to do is label it.
From both the shadows and the limelight slowly emerging are spiritual teachers who have avoided the conspiracy theory curse. Some of you may be familiar with them; Gregg Braden, Bruce Lipton, and Joe Dispenza. There is much he says I would disagree with, but so what let’s throw in Sadhguru.
If you look at the history of Winston Churchill you will discover deeply unpleasant, truly appalling periods of his life before he became wartime leader. I have no doubt Trump has more than a few skeletons rattling around in his cupboard, but this is not a blog post to promote Trump.
If you were in dire straits and someone came to help, would you want to know their politics, if they were representative of a minority, and had “woke” views on transgender issues before you accepted their largesse? If you think I’m exaggerating look at what’s happening in certain (worryingly large) sections of American society.
People like me can spend decades reading, trawling the ‘net and watching “alternative” videos until the cows come home. But it is impossible, truly impossible, to avoid mainstream conditioning.
My lady and I have hugely differing political views. But at our core we both fundamentally reject the idea of a hierarchy with the Queen at the top and a homeless person at the bottom. I find her calmness, patience and open-mindedness almost addictive. For those who know me, I am spontaneous, impulsive, impatient and far too often very opinionated. I almost crave her qualities because they balance and ground me (God knows if she craves any of mine!). She has saved me and other people from myself on a number of occasions with her wisdom.
So, dear reader, I would exhort you to look behind (cui bono anyone?) what you are being told. We all know if someone is labelled a racist, misogynist, a conspiracy theorist, trans-phobic or any other “woke” term of abuse they are instantly dismissed. There is no quicker way in contemporary society to close someone down. As I am sure I have said many times it is incumbent upon us all to develop discernment. To know when we are being deceived, and to know when we discover or are being told the truth. I am 1 million miles from having this quality but it is my intention to develop it much further.
It would take you about five minutes to realise the statistics and other things being thrown at you at the moment about the virus are dubious to put it mildly.
I’m going to leave you with the incredibly reassuring thought (this is not a thought but a painstaking researched, scientifically validated argument) that humanity is not solely populated by toilet roll addicted, snarling and feral individuals. And if it is it is because they have been conditioned to be that. Gregg Braden, from his Missing Links series on Gaia, discloses that archaeological findings from over 5000 years ago have proven the absence of any weapons, wars and mass graves. Remains of many of the communities which were excavated were found to have no walls. No evidence was found of mutilation. How interesting is it that we were told “civilisation” (wars, pandemics, fighting, mutilation, mass graves et cetera) began 5000 years ago. And yet a phase of human history from 5000 to 10,000 BC has yet to reveal evidence of the kind of daily diet we are served up by those who have hijacked the planet.
Another cycle, another era absent of war and suffering is ours for the taking.
In closing, my research and my contacts have suggested one of the possible routes to this return to paradise could well be linked to the misogynist, racist and thoroughly reprehensible Trump. Who knows? It is almost too incredible to contemplate.
But what I do know is this. Take any figure of any note from history (bearing in mind that history is written by the victors) and you will find if you are diligent and thorough enough that every one of these figures has a shadow side.
I have been exceptionally fortunate in my life to be involved with the healing of thousands of people. However I have had periods in my life when I have not been the most attractive human being you have ever met. Before you accuse me of anything, I have murdered nor deliberately attempted to harm no-one. I don’t think I have ever betrayed anybody, but I may have done. So use me as a metaphor. I reckon I’m a pretty decent person. If I had ever decided to appear on a world stage if my message ruffled too many feathers you can almost guarantee the inevitable media onslaught. And if you look back far enough into anyone’s past you can find “dirt”.
We do indeed live in the most incredible, depressing and exciting times. Hard though it may be, if you persist you will find love, compassion and all that you wish for for yourself, and your family and friends, and all sentient beings.
Seek love, seek truth and remain open, curious and (thank you precious) calm.
Love to you all as always, Jack Stewart, 28th March 2020.
“A remarkable discovery linking the biblical alphabets of Hebrew and Arabic to modern chemistry reveals that a lost code-a translatable alphabet-and a clue to the mystery of our origins, has lived within us all along. Applying this discovery to the language of life, the familiar elements of hydrogen, nitrogen, oxygen and carbon that form our DNA may now be replaced with the key letters of ancient languages. In doing so, the code of all life is transformed into the words of a timeless message. Translated, the message reveals that the precise letters of God’s ancient name are encoded as the genetic information in every cell, of every life.”
The message reads: “God/Eternal within the Body.”
The God Code, by Gregg Braden, from the introduction.
Now some people reading may dismiss all this. Fanciful? Wishful thinking? Well it all turns on the question Einstein posed, and one I included in my last blog post.
“Is the universe a friendly place?”
A couple of people, who I hold in the highest esteem, were discussing what is behind the current crisis. It was suggested that social isolation is the precursor to humanity being fused with artificial intelligence. Well if you think this is ridiculous, just ask Elon Musk. A nightmare scenario, and of course the end of humanity as we know it. For all of us in the truth and spirituality community, we have our own interpretation of reality and “paradigms.”
I’m with Gregg, and I’m also with David Wilcock, Eckhart Tolle, Bruce Lipton and a number of others.
It doesn’t take a genius to work out that the younger generations are hooked on technology. Staring at mobile phones whilst walking in traffic. Sitting opposite each other and instead of talking, texting. This we know. We also know about “gaming”, social media and the dumbing down of interpersonal communication. How successful it has all been in creating a race of “AI ready” (remember Boris Johnson’s famous phrase about Brexit?) techno-fodder is up for debate.
Are baby boomers and our offspring the last generations who have activated the God Code? Is it just us that are wired for compassion, crave company and hate isolation? I don’t buy it. I have faith in our young people.
It may well be true, and I suspect it is, that we are heading towards a dystopian AI nightmare. But in my own very small way I hope to have some influence in stopping it. The universe is a friendly place, and I’m convinced there is a benign organising intelligence. If the opposite is true then there is little point in getting out of bed and doing anything with this incarnation except to leave it as quickly as possible.
It’s never over until the fat computer sings. We have had the kitchen sink thrown at us recently in terms of our mental health and worldview. Now it seems even the mainstream and their cherry-picked “experts” are waking up to the fact that social, economic and psychological consequences of isolation/lockdown vastly exceed the manufactured Armageddon of seasonal flu. There is little to celebrate, even less to feel good about. Or is there?
I have no idea in the next coming months and years whether “celebration” will include a massive, positive global shift. Needless to say it would be the answer to all our prayers and something I have worked towards literally all my life.
We will of course celebrate when the lockdown is over.
In a very limited way, going for my daily walk I encounter smiling faces and those who don’t buy the official narrative. Self-fulfilling prophecy really, as those who do buy it will be sat at home wired into the BBC mainframe.
Brexit. It doesn’t matter to me which way you voted. What I do know is that there was a concerted media campaign to scare us all witless should we vote to leave. 17 million people didn’t buy the scare story.
The media probably does more damage by what it leaves out and fails to cover than what it gives airtime to. Hysterical scare stories lead to crisis fatigue and using the Brexit argument, not everyone falls for it. I have spent a reasonable amount of time as I suspect most of you have trying to find out what is really going on. When the population is scared, as it clearly is, revealing “truths” can be very difficult. And just as there are solid, decent people of integrity in the mainstream, albeit seemingly very few, there are doomsayers and fakes amongst truth activists. Perhaps the best way of deciding who to pay attention to is when any spokesperson is asked for a solution, and they offer something of great value.
Yes we may be being corralled towards AI, and I know if you dig down deep enough you will find the nightmare statistics are nothing of the sort.
Fear compromises the immune system, leaves us open to Draconian and authoritarian “solutions” and serves no purpose whatsoever. If you are able to travel to your nearest jungle, one full of predatory animals, and decide to walk through it then fear is your friend and it may save your life. However even that needs a caveat. I have read many reports of people other than Francis of Assisi and Moses who are so aligned with their Divine purpose that no animal would ever (and has ever) attack (ed) them.
It couldn’t be clearer that we should protect the most vulnerable in our society. However before this current crisis broke could any of you say with conviction that this or any other government genuinely cares about the elderly?
So, and it was ever thus, it is down to all of us, not the overwhelming majority of system servers who are being told what to do anyway. Let us come together, even if it means “merely” sitting at home sending out the vibration of love to those who most need it, which by the way includes the system servers.
As a means or vibration, fear is a one-way ticket to hell. Fear divides us all, isolates us and makes life unbearable. Challenging though it may be, fear is a choice.
We need to rise above it, “raise our vibrations”, and collectively envision and feel at our very core a new world/earth free from fear and oppression. Turn your attention to people who make you feel good, to the voices of sanity and compassion, to those who your intuition and heart tell you are coming from a place of love. Remember the phrase “the darkest hour is just before dawn?” Does it have resonance?
If all life begins with a rude awakening when we emerge from the womb and merely carries on in that vein, punctuated by consumption, distraction and compliance until we ask on our deathbed: “What was all that about?” then we truly are at a place we deserve.
But of course we don’t deserve any of this. The potential for life to be rewarding, fulfilling and truly magnificent is ever present. You will never hear about this, see it or get any kind of handle on it unless you take steps to wake up from your dream.
An abundant life is within our grasp. The nearer we get to it the more it seems is thrown at us to close us all down. As has been said throughout history, for thousands of years, we can choose freedom or slavery. If we give our power away, believing we have no choice, then the option is stark and clear. If we have no choice then all we are is helpless, passive, “useless eaters.” So “they” were right all along.
We have choice; choose love, let go of fear and let us come together as this current crisis offers a massive opportunity to do so.
Jack Stewart, March 26th 2020.
“In around 2020 a severe pneumonia like illness will spread throughout the globe, attacking the lungs and the bronchial tubes and resisting all known treatments. Almost more baffling than the illness itself will be the fact that it will suddenly vanish as quickly as it arrived, and attack again 10 years later, and then disappear completely.”
Sylvia Browne (1936-2013), psychic, from End of Days, 2008.
“Solutions” I refer to above are offered by governments, governmental and global agencies, and they are supported by the mainstream media. If you wish to find evidence of misinformation you will find it. And then we have the truth activists, who challenge the mainstream media.
I watched a fascinating video by Eckhart Tolle this morning. Strongly recommended. He talks about form and essence. Our form is the biological spacesuit we inhabit. Our name, our identity, our values and beliefs, our personality and our history. Our essence is our connection to everyone else and the Divine; our true selves, some would say our souls or higher selves. Eckhart Tolle’s greatest gift is his emphasis on and explanation of living in the moment, the now.
When we act out of (our) form, we pay attention to the confusing messages above. We become despondent, possibly misled, depressed and feel powerless. Yes, I’m no different from anyone else-I’ve been there. Stepping into our true selves we rise above all this.
And, as we are all connected, we are all one, the more of us that operate out of our true selves the greater will be the momentum to extricate ourselves from this apparent nightmare.
What’s God’s take on all this?
I’m sure there are no shortages of people who could answer that. However I find it fascinating that Sylvia Browne, who was a famous psychic and died five years after her prediction, is being quoted by various “celebrities” and the mainstream media.
“The coronavirus has so far infected more than 94,000 people and killed at least 3,214. But psychic Krzysztof Jackowski believes the epidemic will blow over in less than three weeks. He said: “It does not threaten us. What’s more, it won’t have an effect on Poland and Europe. “I hope I am not wrong and these are the last death throes of the coronavirus. It will vanish with the first rays of the spring sun, and when it gets warmer, it will truly all be over.”
Big World Tale, March 6th 2020.
I have heard of Sylvia Browne, and I have read one of her books. I’ve never heard of Krzysztof Jackowski. So what? How many people have heard of Edgar Cayce, Nostradamus and Gordon Smith?
Wouldn’t you like Mr Jackowski to be right? How wrong is he when you think about Poland and Italy in the context of Europe? Can you get one thing wrong and one thing right, especially as the one thing you might get right is massively significant.
Our true, higher selves are our connection to the Divine. It could be argued that channels used by psychics and mediums give them access to a higher level of wisdom than the pantomime yes/no dialogue I refer to above. My late wife Anne channelled Diana, Princess of Wales. No, Diana did not have “an inside track” on the virus, but she did say this in response to a question from me about a quote from the Georgia Guidestones about a group wishing to reduce the global population to 500 million:
“Well, they will try of course but the more of you who can shed light on this, the better. A lot of these people have come down – however ridiculous it may sound to you – people have come down to help the planet, to lighten the planet. Yes some will go, some will go of their own accord. Because when they (‘they’ are the public, people who will be unable to accept what is happening in the world) find out, as I have said previously, when they find out what has gone on they will not be able to comprehend, and take in, and understand…and they will leave this planet.”
In the Stillness Everything Happens, Anne Stewart, Chapter 11, channelled May 7th, 2012.
Oh how I miss my weekly conversations with Diana. Losing Anne left a huge hole in my life and I only realised today so did this.
Do you know, and I’m not sure when it will happen again, last week I had my first direct conversation with Diana (previously it was all done through Anne), and you can say this is a statement of the ******* obvious. She told me that the virus was a wake-up call for humanity.
I have a distinct feeling about all this. And my words may go the way of Mr Jackowski and be proven “wrong.” But I don’t care. If by writing this post I influence one person, and that person in turn influences enough others and it brings about a self-fulfilling prophecy (“vanish with the first rays of the spring sun”) then I will have made a small contribution to turning the tide. I will never look for any gratification or recognition because I know there are millions who feel the same but they do not write blog posts.
To paraphrase any number of spiritual teachers, there is a spiritual solution to every problem. The intellect, individually and collectively, cannot even process or let alone solve this crisis.
So my dear friends, remain calm and optimistic. We have no idea, none of us, what lies behind all this. We are all part of the collective consciousness. If that consciousness is fed fear and despair, that is what we will experience. We are massively powerful, despite the decades of conditioning. You know what love does.
Love to you all, Jack Stewart, March 23rd 2020.
“Is the universe a friendly place?”
Best weather in the UK for four months this week.
And, here is a perspective which some of you may find helpful from best selling author David Wilcox.
I just can’t resist this post!
“Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to keep your head while all around are losing theirs.”
First and foremost, going out today is a rebellious act. Some unspeakable “expert” on Radio Gaga (BBC Radio Five Live) this morning was telling people phoning in about self-isolation. What you need to do is lock yourself in a room at home, avoid going anywhere near other family members and not come out for a week. If you have to come out to go to the bathroom, avoid using a shared bathroom, use your own if you have one. If your house has only got one bathroom, “it is a little tricky.” And if you have to interact with other family members, don’t, but if you have to (and on your own head be it) keep at least 2 m from them.
Whatever you do don’t go out in nature, because you never know who might pop up from behind a tree.
Yes dear friends, I did hear all this, and she was serious and I had to switch it off as my emotions were fluctuating between hysterical laughter and almost incandescent rage.
Despite the global pandemic of self-isolation, self-lobotomisation, and self- loathing, there were green shoots of sanity.
“First it was Brexit, now it is Coronavirus,” said a bloke, clearly well into his 80’s (surely an ageist remark), to several other people in Marks & Spencer’s in Worcester where I had just bought an antiseptic bag.
Smiles all round from everyone. Prior to that I had just come out of St Richard’s Hospice coffee shop (strongly recommended) and the young man on the till suggested I was around 45. Well I do pride myself in looking much younger than my 67 years, but I couldn’t accept that! This young man was a wonderful asset to his employers and after exchanging some banter we both concurred that the world was insane and had been for many years.
That thousands of people were out in the city, and were not wearing masks (I didn’t spot one), rubber gloves and staying at least 2 m from each other lifts my spirits. Do you know people were actually touching door handles to go in shops, passing on unsanitised banknotes to pay for their purchases and gave the appearance of being human?
My physical sanctuary is Worcester Cathedral. So I went in, and sat in one of the many chapels in this magnificent building, closed my eyes and communicated with the spirit world. I’m sure I’ve said many times before, I know spirit communication is genuine when I feel powerful (loving) emotions. This morning was no exception. I felt an absolute wave of love for my beautiful lady. Gratitude, feeling incredibly blessed and a host of other emotions my in-house poet Rumi could express far better. I then had a dialogue with Princess Diana. The essence of the message is reflected in the first quote at the top of this post.
It seems the inscrutable (can I say that?) Chinese have turned the corner with their outbreak. But hey, despite the fact that almost everything we buy these days is made in China, who can trust those commies to tell the truth?
To round the morning off, I go to Morrison’s supermarket at Malvern. I make sure I find a parking spot without any cars either side of me. You never know what you might catch; I’m taking the government’s advice seriously. The place is packed, wall-to-wall self-isolation deniers cocking a snook at the best efforts of the hysteria brigade. I have now set my car (I didn’t know it had this facility) to self-lock. Having bought my wet and dry cat food I proceed to the 10 items or less check out. Funny, but I can’t motivate myself to use the self-checkouts and make most of the remaining staff in the shop redundant.
STOP PRESS, don’t buy a face mask!
Before I finish, just a brief word about the power of faith. Iranian Muslims have declared themselves unfazed by Coronavirus. But hang on, isn’t Iran part of the Axis of evil?
My car has just had a new switch cluster put in. A warning light on the dashboard no longer is illuminated. The car runs much more smoothly. It is self-correcting!
You know how all these blog posts end. The power of love, the power of connection, the power of oneness overrides everything.
So I will resist the temptation to travel and see my beloved this weekend. I will self-isolate, probably self-mutilate, almost certainly will self-obliterate and maybe if I survive will even consider as a long-term solution self-partnering. And I have just spotted a flock of pigs flying over the Citadel of bulls*** in which I am currently resident. Sorry self-resident.
Love to you all, have a great weekend, go out and enjoy the sun. Jack Stewart, Friday the 13th (it had to be, didn’t it?) 2020. Humanity will come through this, much wiser than before.
I woke this morning at 7.30 to the sound of panic and fear. Radio Gaga drones on about Coronavirus. Italy in lockdown. My lady and I had booked a holiday in Amalfi (yes, Italy) in April. I’ve just cancelled it.
Having got up, I skipped breakfast. The muesli might be infected. Just joking, I forgot to prepare it. The swimming pool (I go for a weekly swim) was unseasonably quiet. Handy, I could swim 10 more lengths…
Malvern is quiet. The cafe I go to on a Wednesday morning was quiet. I read the customer’s “Daily Mail.” Doom and gloom, Armageddon, catastrophe, Coronavirus, we’re all going to die. Malvern, and no doubt the planet, is gripped by self-isolators. On your way to the “departure lounge” read about ‘Z’ list talentless nobodies. Some are okay, you will be pleased to hear, some are not. I read about “trans-activists” setting flares off at the Grenfell Tower inquiry. Apparently TERFs (Trans-Exclusionary Radical Feminists) are being targeted by the activists because they are a hate group. And some other reasons. I don’t think anyone “trans” died in the fire. Or it has something to do with the Labour Party, I was once a member!
Am I living in a parallel universe?
I eat my usual vegetarian breakfast, delicious as always. My head is reeling, full of slaughterhouse strength bulls***. On my way to the café-I’ll spare you the details-a Malvern driver is in the process of creating gridlock in the High Street owing to his inability to be aware of what is going on behind him. A passenger from the car behind gets out and brings the consequences of his blinkered inertia to his attention. Two minutes later he responds and the gridlock slowly clears.
I decide to have my hair cut. There are eight chairs for waiting customers in the salon. There is a coat rack plainly visible. Four chairs are occupied and one chair has a jacket strewn across it. The jacket owner is sat in one of the barber’s chairs. His partner comes in and chats to him, the stylist and his daughter. He is oblivious to the fact that others (including me) are waiting for him to vacate the chair. He carries on as if the chair was in his lounge at home.
After an hour (another, rather sad, joke) he gets up, pays, finally leaves with his entourage (he is clearly a misogynist) and the female stylist goes downstairs for what I have decided is a cigarette break. I’m ready for the men in white coats. I’m ready to volunteer for a Coronavirus vaccine trial. I’m wondering if I can get gender reassignment on the NHS. And, I have decided the barber’s shop is racist. There are no black people in the salon. It is propping up the patriarchy as all the customers are men. Can we have a shop with the provocative sign “HAIRDRESSING FOR MEN” in this day and age? I can’t decide whether to declare myself a TERF or genderqueer. I’m sure there is a difference.
The feeling of being on the slippery slope, in a vortex to oblivion and on a handcart to hell (choose your metaphor) is exceptionally uncomfortable. So, for the second time in a week I decide to let go of this toxic and life-destroying nonsense and switch to Angel. The stylist comes back upstairs sooner than I thought. As she moves towards me it’s obvious she has not been for a cigarette break. I sit down and she asks me what I’m doing for the rest of the day. I tell her I will be writing my book. She is obviously interested and asks what it is about. “Spirituality and personal development” I tell her. She becomes visibly engaged. The conversation then moves to the third eye. She clearly knows what she is talking about and proceeds to share information about ghosts and the paranormal. She has a friendly ghost in her house, attends a spiritual circle I am familiar with and has heard about my medium lodger, Jonathan Brown.
The conversation flows and she proceeds to finish off one of the best haircuts I have had in years. I remind her to get in touch with Jonathan and I give her a tip. The barber’s shop is no more a patriarchal, racist, trans-phobic hate cell. And I have declined the offer from the men in white coats. All good thoughts now flood my mind. The only turf I can think of is that outside a local hotel opposite. A smile returns to my face. I think of my beautiful lady and her smile, which can light up a room.
The sun is shining and it is unseasonably mild. It has not rained today. I doubt if it will.
Half an hour ago I had thought about finding an alternative hairdresser to the racist, trans-phobic hate cell, but now if you are male and live within a few miles radius of Malvern, get your haircut at Kent’s.
One of the best ways I find to switch to Angel thinking is to reflect not only on the current ridiculousness of humanity but my own response to it. And did I tell you the wonderful hairdresser and I were in lockstep about the currently engineered nonsense gripping the toilet roll obsessives? Her view of ghostly friends and her personal encounters with the spirit world was summed up by her remark:
“It’s not the dead we should be scared of, it’s the living.”
Yes, without our ability to switch to Angel I reckon if there were a friendly nearby planet inhabited by sane, rational, compassionate and intelligent life there would be an exodus which would make the current global refugee flood seem like a trickle.
But, dear reader, there isn’t. It is our job to join in with millions of others to see the world through the lens of love. It is our job to create, through our imagination, through feeling our wishes fulfilled, the paradise we all seek and clamour for.
Sending out love as usual, especially to the hate groups and their adversaries. Blessings to you all, Jack Stewart Wednesday, 11 March 2020.
Switch to Angel.
Worcester is recovering from some of the worst floods in living memory. It seems every other shop in the city centre is having a sale. We know the “High Street” is under siege from changes in consumption patterns, the internet and retail parks.
Everything is energy of course and the energy where I am today is not good (five hours ago). I wonder how many people are aware of such things.
Coronavirus is going toe to toe for top billing with identity politics (not bitten you yet?) as the only big issue worthy of your time. And maybe the world, your world, is a depressing, dangerous place.
So, by the fact I have mentioned three depressing media obsessions makes my energy levels drop. And I’m writing this stuff!
I’d like to think people reading this blog find it uplifting. But, dear reader, bear with me whilst I identify some more issues from the “real world” which are guaranteed to “lower your vibrations.”
Leaving aside for the moment people walking around staring at their mobile phones, unaware of anything except the screen in front of them, do you find walking around towns and city centres motivating or inspirational? I’ve used the term before, but so many people seem completely lost. Lost in regrets (thinking about the past), or lost in anxiety (thinking about the future). Wayne Dyer once articulated this wonderful concept. So many of us (this includes me occasionally. The BBC told me to do it) wander around looking for things to object to. And what we really need to be doing is to focus our attention on things that uplift, motivate and inspire.
Chicken and egg time. If we allow our “internal compass” to direct us, if our intention is on being inspired, then that is what we will observe and experience. And of course the reverse is true.
So, tomorrow morning I will wake up wanting to be inspired. Will my internal compass take me to Worcester? As I write this, my belief is that it won’t. Floods are a reality, and given the loss of trade and the inaccessibility of the city centre, it is hardly surprising if low energy and low vibrations dictate. There are a number of occasions in my seven years of living in this area that I have found Worcester to be vibrant.
You may be familiar with the idea of crap towns. A number of people have jumped on this particular bandwagon, including residents of these towns, bloggers, authors and national newspapers. An article in the Daily Mirror a year ago highlighted the 10 worst towns from a particular survey. I don’t know what it says about me but I have visited nine of them and yes have no intention of visiting any of them again.
Doesn’t the same principle apply for those having a pessimistic, depressing filter on the world? Would you like to surround yourself with energy vampires and people “sporting” a permanent scowl? Your choice of TV programmes? Your choice of reading material?
It’s time for a cliché. It’s not rocket science.
The Law of Attraction or variations on the theme suggest (it’s true, it’s not a suggestion), if we are miserable gits, miserable gits are attracted to us like moths to a flame. Having low vibrations attracts low vibrations. Are there sanctuaries, vibrant villages, towns and cities which have a critical mass of high vibrational people? It is obvious there are, the most famous index is the Halifax Quality of Life survey. There will not be a consensus on the criteria used to define quality of life. Ones I have managed to glean from the survey are high employment levels, a low crime rate, strong exam results, smaller primary class sizes and good health and happiness scores. Of these six, three of them are now an irrelevance to me but are no doubt critical to a large percentage of the population. I can’t think, unless you are a criminal, that a low crime rate and happiness are unimportant to you. Good health? Health is our personal responsibility, but living in an area crisscrossed by pylons, having air polluted by factory chemicals and the absence of green spaces will not help.
What would happen if by some strange quirk of fate thousands of “low vibrational people” ended up in Orkney, the number one place on the list? Of the top 20 places from last year’s survey, I have visited five. However my intention to move to the Cotswolds in the next few months (number seven on the list) keeps me afloat.
What would happen if by an even stranger quirk of fate thousands of “high vibrational people” ended up in Peterborough (see below)?
I am a Grecophile. One of my favourite islands used to be Lesbos in the north Aegean Sea. I have been there three times and love the place. However given the recent (deliberate) immigration/refugee crisis I am almost moved to tears reading reports of what is happening to the residents and the culture of the island. If I was a Syrian I would want to leave. I would have thought landing on Lesbos would be the equivalent of falling asleep and waking up in heaven. The problem is of course is that tens of thousands of people descending upon a relatively small island with insufficient skills and resources, not speaking the language and in many cases having a completely different set of values, is a recipe for catastrophe.
Treating people differently because of their skin colour is the height of irrationality, bordering on mental illness. Wanting to preserve an optimistic, cheerful and admired culture (Greek) is no more racist than eating a black pudding.
Big issues, big challenges. If we walk past a deep hole in the ground and see someone injured or in distress at the bottom of it do we throw them down a rope and hold onto the other end and pull them out or do we throw the rope into the hole and jump in it ourselves?
My (typical) response to this?
Surround yourself with “high vibrational” people, live in a high vibrational area, watch, read and listen to high vibrational things. Keep your connection to the Divine conscious. Find your soulmate. As we are all one, and all connected we do not need to fight the energies of a “crap town.” This life is challenging enough as it is, despite its beauty and potential for paradise. Make your own choices, become part of the global (high vibrational) critical mass. Never pity or patronise those who live in Peterborough, Doncaster or Huddersfield (top three of the crap towns list 2020).
In case it isn’t obvious, in my experience even crap towns have decent suburbs…
Love to you all, a somewhat reflective and not taking life too seriously, Jack Stewart, Monday, 09 March 2020.