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 “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.

Alight in the Darkness.

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Humanity has a problem. Solutions are offered. A 103-year-old woman recovers from the virus; an 18-year-old doesn’t.

Here in the UK “We are going the way of Italy.” Indeed. “China announces drop in new cases for third straight day.”

“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?”

Albert Einstein

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. 

Crisis fatigue. Self-harm.

RelievedRapidBobcatI 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.

Switching to Angel.

kentsI 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.

bog roll fluThe 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.

heart 2But, 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.

Oh serendipity!

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.

 

Good Vibes.

crap townWorcester 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?

dyrhamparkSurround 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.

Only human?

gandhiThere was a slight deviation in my last blog post, love took a back seat-well at least in part-to a rant about collective human folly.

If you read the post you will realise I was offering a solution, and yes every night I do send healing to the world and to those peddling the fear agenda. But we all know don’t we that to react is to strengthen. Having a go at the stockpilers, the naive and gullible fans the flames.

Two things come immediately to mind, mirror neurons and entrainment.

Mirror neurons? When we perform an action or when we see an action being performed, Mirror neurons are a group of neurons that activate. A bit technical? OK. Try this:

“Mirror neurons allow us to learn through imitation. They enable us to reflect body language, facial expressions, and emotions. They play an essential part in our social life. They are key for the child development, as well as relationships and education. Humans are social beings programmed to learn from others. We all reach our goals working as a group than individually. Seeing a parent, professor or student show a cognitive skill or any other skill, gives us a tangible experience rather than learning from explanation.”

CogniFit.

So we learn by imitation, by modelling others. Of course! I would suggest this is our primary way of learning.

Ever heard of mechanical clocks synchronising when left in a room over time? And women’s menstrual cycles when in prisons for example doing the same? As a trainer, if you want your audience to feel any emotion, feel it yourself. Entrainment. And mirror neurons again.

My current reading is a book I can’t put down. Sanctuary, the path to consciousness. A novel, but one which explains quantum physics and spirituality rather well. I’ve just finished a chapter about how one’s essence can be energetically contained in a photograph. If you are an explorer of the paranormal, psychometry describes how we can tap into a huge amount of information about someone from one of their personal possessions. Homeopathy uses the principle of an “energetic signature” suspended in water or a tablet which triggers the body’s healing response.

Remember Blake’s most famous lines:

“To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour.”

The essence of this is that everything (the universe) is contained in the smallest possible unit of matter and can be captured also by the expression “as above, so below.” I know this is a bit of a stretch for some, but it gets better.

So there we are. Whilst panic spreads, so does love. You may be forgiven for thinking the world runs on panic, but we know it doesn’t. Darkness, negative states and emotions can all be described as the absence of light and the absence of love. Without love, the very essence of everything, no life would be possible. There would be no consciousness as a medium to express and experience anything. If God, an organising intelligence,  is omnipotent and omniscient, that is in everything and everywhere, then s/he clearly is within the devil, Lucifer. Or might it be that the devil is a human creation?

I am putting together the script for my Love Heals talks, and if you go here you will find out more about my forthcoming book.

An expression we all use, and I’m no exception, is that when we make a mistake is: “I’m only human.” We are human, naturally, but we are infinitely more than a “ragbag of conditioned responses” (Deepak Chopra’s wonderful phrase) going around dropping clangers right, left and centre. Of course we make mistakes and we always will, but being human our challenge is to rise above the static, the fear in all its guises, the propaganda and the trivia.

If we are conscious and awake, and can take a step back when all around are encouraging us to lose our heads, we can return to a state of being superhuman, which in truth is who we are.

If enough of us step into being (return to) superhuman and transmit love, maintain loving thoughts and make our lives the message (Gandhi), then my last post will be my last rant. I’m not going to excuse myself for being human. Being human is an incredible privilege and blessing. I am proud of being human; let us all celebrate that and entrain the world…

Did I say I love you all? And of course it helps, does it not, to be in a state of entrainment oneself.

Love Heals.

Jack Stewart, March 6th 2020.

Apocalypse in our lunchtime.

dog dieWorcestershire, England, where I live, and the surrounding counties are fast disappearing under the biblical flooding which is affecting much of the UK. Maybe an exaggeration, but it seems to rain every day and unless you stay on the motorways (not flooded yet) or on routes which the Department of the Environment have declared still open you run the risk of writing your car off. And I should know, I did so in 2013.

I suspect the whole county is suffering from S.A.D.(Seasonal Affective Disorder); the perpetual greyness, dampness, restrictions, floods, rain, evacuations…

And that’s just for starters. And the climate change cult is in full swing. What’s up next? Coronavirus. Don’t you just love it?

Let’s ban cash, because it can be transmitted through the handling of notes. Don’t go out, you will catch it. Don’t travel, don’t fly, stay at home and die.

I’m sure someone somewhere in this country is about to announce that Coronavirus is waterborne. So if you’ve lost everything, your home, and possibly your livelihood it’s now time for floodplain dwellers to crap yourself. Except more so. Isn’t there another storm, Storm Boris or Storm Theresa, on its way? Aren’t we due the big freeze?

The common flu causes up to 5 million cases of severe illness worldwide and kills up to 650,000 people every year, according to the World Health Organization.

“The common flu virus will infect millions across the globe. It can be easily spread and will especially strike the young and the elderly. But this is not what has been described as the Wuhan virus. The common flu is far deadlier. This is not to downplay the Wuhan coronavirus flu, or to give it its medical name, 2019-nCoV. Keeping track of Wuhan virus figures is difficult, not least because of the two-week incubation period. The coronavirus outbreak, which is concentrated in Wuhan, a major transport hub in central eastern China, has so far killed 56 and infected almost 2,000.”

Global Research, February 22nd, 2020.

So, the common flu virus can be easily spread and is far deadlier than Coronavirus. Would you care to read that sentence again?

If you wish to dig deeper you will discover more facts about this ludicrous nonsense.

In 2015 around 57 million people died. The world population therefore increased by 84 million in that year (that is an increase of 1.14%).

Our World in Data, September 11th 2019.

Good God, people are born and people die. Who knew? People become ill, most recover, some don’t. If those deaths could be prevented, then let us mobilise our resources to prevent them. Should we grieve, can we, for the 57 million? Aren’t you heartily sick of all this? I wonder who benefits? Any ideas?

How about a solution which doesn’t involve suicidal thoughts, queueing up for the forthcoming jab, raiding your local supermarket for supplies and giving your own immune system a good kicking. That’s right, get depressed, panic, feel like s*** and line yourself up for a whole range of illnesses.

Are you ready?

hearts“Whatever you think and hold in consciousness as being so, out manifests itself in your body or affairs… The thoughts themselves have mental forms, but when you think with feeling of any kind you fill these forms with life and they become as living things which ever return to you, to be fed with more living power. For all feeling expressed is life, is vital power, and if you only knew it, all the thoughts which persistently influence your mind and harass you, are only your mental children clamouring for food and attention, and compelling more worrying, anxiety or fear from you…”

The Way Out, by Joseph Benner.

Read There Is a Spiritual Solution to Every Problem by Wayne Dyer, Ask And It Is Given by Esther and Jerry Hicks, anything on The Law Of Attraction and a host of other materials you can read or watch on YouTube.

Or wait for a couple of months-but hurry by then you might be dead and at least three people are watching this blog post-for my forthcoming book Love Heals.

I have no wish to make light of any kind of suffering. There is too much suffering in the world and millions of us wish to and will do something about it. And I can fully understand those who may have booked holidays or wish to travel in the next few weeks (I’m one of them) becoming upset or disturbed if they cannot do so.

Here is the solution recommended by significant spiritual teachers. Whenever the mood takes you, become calm, “go inside”, and feel what it is like, now, to have a world free of Coronavirus. Feel what it is like for normality to return. Imagine, but most importantly, feel, your wish fulfilled. Do this before you go to sleep. Every night until it happens.

We can do this, we are powerful beyond measure, but the mainstream will tell you the opposite. You could say this is a form of prayer: prayer works. Do your research. I don’t care what you call it, and you don’t need to go to church or go through Jesus as an intermediary. Feel your wish fulfilled.

Or we can all go back to sleep, one eye open for the actual or metaphorical rising floodwater. Far too many of us are slithering around on psychological floodplains, feeling helpless and hopeless, reacting to everything and looking towards “them” to provide a solution.

“About 5.4 m properties in England are at risk of flooding from rivers, the sea and surface water. Annual flood damage costs the country an estimated £1.1 bn. The government earmarked £4.4 bn for flood defence, with £2.6 bn to be spent between 2015 and 2021 on 1,500 projects to protect 300,000 homes. Ministers say 195,000 homes have already been protected through 500 new schemes completed since 2015.”

The Guardian, November 2019.

It’s not enough of course, and it’s never enough, but something has been and is being done.

Stretch your mind; give it a go, what have you to lose? You feel powerless now don’t you? What can you do about it by worrying? Nothing. Do this! And as you are the kind of person who doesn’t need rewards, recognition or praise, when the floods stop and the Coronavirus fades limply into history, you can lock yourself into a room on your own and feel very smug. And then you can come out and have another go when the next apocalypse is threatened.

Whatever you do, do something, don’t just sit back!

Jack Stewart, optimistic as ever, March 4, 2020. I love you all.

People of Spirit.

we-rise-by-lifting-others-postLast night I attended an excellent talk at the wonderful Isbourne Centre, Cheltenham, given by Susie Mackie, originator of Women of Spirit, an organisation dedicated to empowering women.

In these days of creating victims, of division, of virtue signalling and unhinged social media trolls, to find someone who is dedicated to the opposite, who shuns the idea of being a victim, walks her talk and also embraces the other half of humanity is so refreshing. We are all work in progress.

There are those who discover their destiny at a very early age. One who immediately springs to mind is Mozart who was composing symphonies at the age of three. No matter  how long I have left in this present incarnation I compare myself with no one (and I would never with Mozart!), however I did realise at a similar age the world was not as it seemed. For someone who, in her own words, has had three disastrous marriages (excepting one glorious outcome, her daughters, the most significant consequence) to realise she no longer was served by her lifetime conditioning in her late 50’s is brilliant to put it mildly.

Yes it’s never too late to have a happy childhood, and it’s never too late to awaken.

What struck me most of all about Susie and the ethos of her organisation and those who share her vision is that no one becomes empowered at someone else’s expense. Reading the brief of her talk, it was obvious it was aimed at women but it was also obvious that men would benefit. How can we hope to build a world where we all can relate to and love each other (yes I can say that, most of us get a very brief glimpse of it around Christmas time) by creating endless divisions using dubious criteria to exclude those who we blame for our misfortune?

Men may well be from Mars, and women from Venus in so far as our understanding of each other. Equally not all men are oppressors and not all women are the oppressed. However in my own experience enough men are oppressors and too many women are oppressed. Therefore it is right to focus attention on the liberation of the oppressed; however as my intelligent and articulate male friend who attended the talk with me pointed out, men need to be educated, from an early age, by confident women so that Martians celebrate, understand and consciously can relate to  Venusians.

Through the rejection of victimhood, but at the same time avoiding papering over the cracks of abusive and toxic relationships, progress is inevitable. Fuelling, pumping up and glorifying victimhood is a slow ride in a handcart to hell.

It is truly inspiring and liberating to read about anyone who has been abused, traumatised or consistently put down at any time during their lives and have subsequently woken up and transformed themselves. What is served by creating some kind of league table of abuse? There is always someone who has had a harder life than you. There is always someone who has been closer to the edge. The way out of all this is to use the abuse or trauma to propel you into helping others in the same situation and educating more to prevent the situation ever arising in the first place. Susie gave some examples of women who had done this. I can give you examples of some of my friends who have done the same. And from personal experience working with male survivors of sexual abuse many years ago, there are few things better in life than making a contribution to help people change their lives for the better.

We cannot have too much inspiration! What is the opposite of inspiration? Demoralising, cheerless, hopeless, grim, depressing. A sample of antonyms from an online dictionary. Yes, been there, done that. Throughout the whole two hour talk, my mind was flooded with thoughts about the person who consumes me, my beautiful lady who inspires me daily. At one stage Susie asked us to compliment each other, as many people struggle to both give and receive compliments. I noticed the person on my left who I worked with had amazing, piercing eyes. Of course I told her this and she accepted it with grace. Her compliment to me was that my skin and face glowed. Which it does, thank you.

It glows in part because my lady has persuaded me to use moisturiser. But it would still glow without it, because the incandescent glow comes from within, from her love and inspiration. She would ever agree with her own story becoming public, it is not her style, but I can assure you what she has done in this lifetime to date is inspirational to thousands of women and she is an exemplar of what women can achieve.

The point of all this is that we are inspired by the accounts of “Ordinary Women. Extraordinary Lives.” ♥ I am Divinely blessed because I have found someone who triggers inspiration in me. Cherish or seek out the one who does/can do this for you.

One of my favourite authors, Neville Goddard, likens the conscious mind to man and the subconscious mind to woman. Most of our behaviour is informed by the subconscious. The relationship, as described by Goddard is that of two lovers, equals, rather than one dominating the other. Every one of us is a fascinating blend of the masculine and feminine.

I like to think I am both strong and vulnerable. Vulnerability is a strength. It takes real strength and guts for your walls to come down. I am fortunate in knowing many people who are strong and vulnerable. They are authentic, aware and the finest role models in a world of deceit, eight second soundbites and (sorry if this is becoming repetitive) division.

If you surf the net to explore the definition of empowerment it makes very interesting reading. Essentially, empowerment is seen as being given something, possibly by a more powerful group. No, we empower ourselves, and the process of that empowerment can be assisted and accelerated by others of our choosing.

“I look into your eyes and I see the Divine. I see through the Divine and I see myself. I see through myself and I see you. I look into your eyes.”

© Jack Stewart 2020

“I am realistic – I expect miracles.

Wayne Dyer

Thank you Susie Mackie, Women of Spirit, my beloved and everyone on the planet working towards unity consciousness. We have a world to win; let us embrace it with passion, vigour and dedication.

♥ the strap line from Women in Spirit.

Other inspirational sites, especially including men,  Humans of New York, and We Are Man Enough.

Jack Stewart, inspired as usual, February 26, 2020. Nothing is copyright, but please acknowledge the source.

Romantic transcendence.

Happy Valentine's Day Calligraphy with Red RosesHere we go again!

In case you haven’t discovered it, Eckhart Tolle is one of my heroes, an exceptional person, a gift to the world. Because I subscribe to his YouTube channel I get regular updates. A recent offering is Selfless Love and Romantic Transcendence. It is worthy of your attention.

The essence of this, and many similar contributions from other spiritual teachers, is that we should aspire to and ultimately access a state of selfless love, i.e. we love everyone equally. Naturally this is a very tall order, but it has great merit.

If someone is “special” to you and you are “special” to them in an intimate relationship then this might be considered to be of the ego. Your partner is giving something to you that you have not accessed within yourself. And if you watch Eckhart you will see that he suggests such relationships have the potential to fail. Or it might depend on the word “need.” Another term for it is co-dependency.

I haven’t yet worked out how this ties into the concept of symbiosis, of one person complementing the other. Yes we are complete within ourselves, but do we wait until we are in a blissful, “surrender” state before committing, and taking a risk in a conscious relationship?

It is almost becoming a broken record, but the world has no meaning for me unless I can share it with another person. All of nature’s wonders, a sunrise, sunsets, unspoiled beaches, mountains, forests and all kinds of beautiful vistas are enhanced exponentially when experienced with another. The same can be said about music, and art and an appreciation of shared interests.

Tolle is not suggesting it is either or, it isn’t part of his philosophy, and as he has a significant other, it would be the height of hypocrisy.

A meaningful, conscious relationship requires work. If our enemies and people who we disagree with are our greatest teachers, then what value is the contribution from someone who we love, and loves us in return? The world will give you a hundred reasons why you shouldn’t be with someone, why they are “toxic” and you are better off on your own. Maybe you will find a hundred reasons to support the opposite position.

If we are to cultivate a love for humanity then surely, like the journey of 1000 miles, it begins with one other person?

Woke alert.

We are currently negotiating our way through a cultural phase in which the list of characteristics which distinguish us and separate us from everyone else is growing by the hour. All the ills of the world can be blamed on another group. And you know where the buck stops.

Compassion, forgiveness, empathy, and understanding are all necessary in an intimate relationship. If it takes us many lifetimes to get to know ourselves, I suspect it takes a little longer to get to know another person.

Wandering round this town (Malvern), it is full of people seemingly eking out some form of existence on their own. It is a kind of self-partnered resting place for ageing hippies.

And we all know there are no coincidences, so despite it being Valentine’s Day a timely email dropped into my inbox:

“With authority, eloquence, and an easy-to-read style, Lipton covers the influence of quantum physics (good vibrations), biochemistry (love potions), and psychology (the conscious and subconscious minds) in creating and sustaining juicy loving relationships. He also asserts that if we use the 50 trillion cells that live harmoniously in every healthy human body as a model, we can create not just honeymoon relationships for couples but also a “super organism” called humanity that can heal our planet.”

Bruce Lipton, The Honeymoon Effect

I cannot recommend Bruce Lipton too highly; I have made reference to his work frequently. I can expand from my own perspective on quantum physics, it is essentially the Law of Attraction, feeling and seeing your wish fulfilled. Not convinced about love potions, but that’s just me, and as for the subconscious mind, bring it on!

No doubt those who appreciate this blog are of a similar mind. The mainstream hammer out a repetitive series of “memes” and “tropes.” I’m not 100% sure what these words mean, and I couldn’t care less, the point has been made. The open minded and awake know what I’m talking about. If you don’t just watch any number of daytime television trash programmes, listen to Radio Gaga (don’t you just love this!) and read the “celebrity” section (most of it) of a tabloid.

Part of being truly awake, so I’m told, is to accept what is and do so with grace. I love the way Eckhart Tolle makes light of everything which grates and satirises the insanity of the world. I’m on my way certainly, but at times a good rant helps.

We all know, and certainly I do from my days as a political activist, that attempting to force your opinion on someone else is a recipe for a wasted life. The only way people like me can justify our actions is the belief that what we are putting over is the truth (excepting the rants) and at some level it resonates with those open to personal, relationship, and planetary change.

And if you don’t want to be the best version of yourself in this incarnation, and you have no interest in attracting and cultivating a conscious loving relationship and the state of the world as it is suits you perfectly, then fine. God bless you.

A good friend of mine has admitted (he is 54) he has never truly been in love. He wants it and is prepared to let go-once he finds out what it is-of the barriers which prevent him from this incredible state. I have no idea whether my situation intensifies his desire for this.

Maybe I am lucky; I know my situation is not common. I cannot and will not express in this post my deep feelings for my beautiful soulmate. I don’t need to and it is not appropriate. When I am inspired, which seems to be pretty often these days, I feel able to express myself in writing to my soul mate in ways which sometimes amaze me. We are all richly blessed, I cannot say that enough. Find your bliss, whatever that means for you, and follow it.

oasisI don’t care either about the commercialisation of Valentine’s Day, any excuse for romantic love and the sharing of it and the expression of it will do me. An oasis on the long journey towards surrender?

Or maybe, the oasis is the place for surrender.

Love to you all, Jack Stewart, Valentine’s Day February 14, 2020.

 

Patience.

Birmingham Holistic Health Centre“If you are yourself at peace, then there is at least some peace in the world. Then share your peace with everyone, and everyone will be at peace.

Thomas Merton

I suspect I’m right by saying that most of us are rarely at peace. No matter what the issue, whether personal or about life in this crazy world, we are experts at maintaining tension. The best metaphor I have come across is that we are all sprinters, frozen in the “get ready” position, waiting for the starting pistol to sound. Of course it very rarely does; maybe it never does. Or someone comes along and shows you something completely different…

We are permanently on standby. However there are things we can do to be at peace. Some are obvious, work them out for yourselves. We are at peace in the company of certain people, if we are lucky. I am very lucky now, having had a few years of-what is the word?-let me say “stress.”

Shortly after my recent bereavement, a very good friend of mine, Stuart Morris (who runs the truly excellent Birmingham Holistic Centre) contacted me and offered healing. It didn’t feel right at the time to accept his generous offer but I made a mental note.

If you read my last blog post “I am unlovable no more” then you will discover I let go of some rather debilitating negative emotions on Sunday, February 9th. Yes after that I did feel peace. But the beauty (some might see it as a curse, but that is incredibly short-sighted) of letting go is that God/the Doctor within is then given permission to “line-up” more memories or beliefs that no longer serve you. And so it was.

When I am not in the presence of my lady, or talking to her on the phone, especially (but not exclusively) when I’m on my own I have felt an irrational, at times very deep and troubling fear. Fear of more loss, fear of abandonment, fear of isolation and fear of life losing its meaning again. Or at least these are the ones I can think of; there are probably other fears wrapped up with these. This is my stuff!

I suspect everyone reading this has had the experience of having let go of one fear finds another one pops up in its place. Fear of course is usually future orientated. Fear of what might happen.

And if you are in communication with someone who is very perceptive and intuitive (ring any bells?) then they will pick up on that irrational fear. And they may feel it has something to do with them, even though it hasn’t.

I took Stuart up on his offer and went to see him yesterday. Would you like to read about a rather significant synchronicity?

Anne and I met Stuart about eight years ago. We had a common interest in The Healing Codes. Stuart and I have always had a connection since and I know he loved and respected Anne. Anne’s spirit guide was and is “the greatest healer since Christ”, the incredible Harry Edwards. The late (for the uninitiated) Harry Edwards is one of my greatest heroes, a giant amongst men.

I’ve not seen Stuart for a couple of years and before we began we briefly chatted about his recent experience. Stuart has learned, taught and mastered many healing modalities and he has put many of them to good use not only with his clients but also with his son, Nathan. I picked up a leaflet at the centre before I met him and I noticed he was now a spiritual healer himself.

I’m sure many of you know what’s coming next. Yes, Stuart has had “spirit communication” from Harry Edwards and has trained as a healer at his centre in Shere, Surrey. I also discovered he has written a book about Harry, shortly to be published. Naturally he had no idea of the connection between Harry and Anne.

Given Stuart’s range of talents I wasn’t aware, or had no expectations or provisional choices about how he could help me. I just knew he could. And although I know many excellent healers, I just had to receive treatment from Stuart. It was phenomenal.

The irrational and troubling fear which has blighted my life for some months, feels that it has almost gone. Getting used to not having it is fascinating to say the least. Who can I thank for this? My boundless gratitude goes to my lady; to Kate Collier and my five co-participants on Sunday. And Franz Ruppert, Identity Constellations originator. And to Stuart of course, who seemed to know all along.

Stuart “picked up” during the healing that Vanessa and Anne could now move back, that the highest level of support and protection I’d had from them was no longer necessary. They will always be with me, but consider the implications of this. And, later yesterday, I went to my wonderful friend Harry, who is very psychic and a brilliant healer. He told me that Vanessa was moving back too…And no, I hadn’t told him about Stuart’s revelations.

As I write this I feel different, more grounded. I need to move out of Malvern. I need to start work again.

I’m mindful of Stuart’s words about life. Life presents us with serious challenges. We have those who can help us; family, friends, therapists, healers. We have help from those in spirit. But then we have to do it. It will always be the same.

“My” formula too remains. Love heals. Find the one who completes you.

Namaste. Jack Stewart, February 12th 2020.

We are richly blessed. Here is your daily mantra from Wayne Dyer:

“Be still and know that I am God.”