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.
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.
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.“
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.
Jack Stewart, inspired as usual, February 26, 2020. Nothing is copyright, but please acknowledge the source.
Here 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?
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.
I 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.
Everything is confidential of course, however I can give you greater insights into the process as on this occasion I was taken through it. There may be two versions of my experience: one that most accords with the originator of the process, Franz Ruppert and the facilitator Kate Collier, and probably the other five fabulous participants. And then an “Angel” version which accords more with my worldview. A caveat (my seeming word of the month?). You don’t need to have my worldview to benefit from this truly magical experience.
My “intention statement” is the title of this blog post. I truly believe I am loved again but there is this nagging doubt which has to go. I’ve done a lot of work over the years to be at peace with my origins of being adopted.
The night before I was listening to “In the Living Years” by Mike and the Mechanics. This song has always touched me. But it really got to me and I thought it was about my rather distant relationship with my adoptive father. My beautiful lady seeing I was visibly upset came over and she had assumed (knew) my sadness was about never having met my biological father. Of course she was right, she is always right. Her words were of great comfort.
The next day I drove to Cheltenham, flying down the country lanes and dodging the aftermath of hurricane Thatcher. My SatNav was acting up too. But I got to the centre on time, full of anticipation and excitement about letting go of “stuff” that no longer served me or my relationship with my lady. Whilst I knew I would be taken through the process (numbers and the drawing of lots can prevent “randomly” any of the participants from going through it. There is not enough time for everyone in groups larger than 5 to participate fully), there was a nagging doubt I may not, probably the same nagging doubt I brought to Cheltenham.
There were six of us. I was first off. I wrote “I am unlovable no more” on the flip chart and then each word on five separate labels. I then went round the room handing the labels to the other five participants having asked them if they were willing to accept the word and play out, through resonance, the parts of me that longed for integration.
Like choosing a tarot card, you always get (my view) the perfect person to play the parts of:
Which is exactly what happened.
Some (most?) times during these workshops there is a cathartic release. With the skill of the facilitator it is not anything dramatic, it is just a release. Having been through a similar process (though not as powerful) 25 years ago I am aware that my cathartic release is somewhat subdued compared to others. The whole point of Identity Constellation is to get out of your head and get into your feelings. I have and do resist doing this but I am more than capable of getting into my feelings when the situation requires.
- A baby in the womb, surprise, surprise.
- A massive, almost uncontrollable ego connected to a potential heart-damaging release.
- A small, but loving heart.
- A “part” who withdraws under extreme stress.
It was as if a volatile mixture of my conscious and unconscious “parts” was being revealed and was unravelling before my eyes. I felt a range of emotions: frustration, indifference, love, rage, sadness, neglect and betrayal. The strongest negative emotions were reserved for my biological parents. My mother is still alive and lives in Florida, my father never wanted to know me in this incarnation. I thought I had processed all this and forgiven both of them. I think it would have been seen to be more helpful to me had I expressed my rage more fully. But I have been expressing my rage all my life in different forms. I don’t need some cataclysmic screaming and shouting to let it go.
Yes, I could have voiced the rage and the obscenities I felt towards my biological parents, but having run them through my mind, and I did feel them, I felt a sense of release. The person resonating with part of me that was “No” tapped into something I had always suspected, that my biological mother wanted to abort me. I have met her and I see no point in pursuing this. I would be surprised if she hadn’t done at the time. Whether she did or she didn’t is an irrelevance, the “truth” emerged during the constellation and it is something I had clearly buried or avoided.
My biological father passed many years ago. As I write this I feel a sense of peace and resolution. See postscript below.
It is difficult to remember everything that happens when you are taken through this process. It is a time of high emotion, of accessing things buried for years. After the session was over I was rather spaced out. I came with an intention of wanting to both know and feel that I was lovable. I have that. Beyond price.
If everyone in the world was to go through at least one Identity Constellation it would change humanity forever. Franz Ruppert’s contention is, and one which I agree with wholeheartedly, is that we all live in a traumatised world. By releasing our traumas individually we contribute to global change. We become authentically who we are, the goal of the process.
We are not our “surviving” selves. We are not our “traumatised” selves. We are our authentic, true selves. But of course we are the first two, unless we do something about it.
Until 25 years ago I spent far too long as my traumatised self. Though it wasn’t always obvious. The workshop yesterday helped me let go of a large part of my surviving (compromised, occasionally maladjusted and unfulfilled) self.
- Speaking Angel.
To me there is no doubt that I would be taken through this. Even if I’d walked into a room of 20 people, I would have been taken through it. I also knew I would experience a release. I also know I am divinely guided.
It emerged during the process that I had been using “Divine Connection” as a means to avoid confronting my material reality. And this I would agree with. However nothing, no workshop of any quality will ever change my worldview about my divine connection.
We are spiritual beings having a human experience. We can lose ourselves in spirit and ignore our material, emotional, physical and mental selves. Identity Constellation work is a process par excellence for removing the trauma of incarnation!
Another aspect of this. I have spent over 10 years and longer using the technology of The Healing Codes, which tap into the power of unconditional love to release trauma. I have seen this with hundreds of clients. However for some it doesn’t get deep enough and that is where identity constellation work comes in.
I’m a great believer in the power of the Divine, whatever that means to you who is reading this. It is a massive issue which would require scores of blog posts.
We all know people for whom any kind of quality therapeutic invention would massively improve their lives, but they strenuously resist it and go on in quiet desperation. At the other extreme we have those who spend far too long in therapy without taking action. The therapy itself almost hijacks the person’s life. And of course there are reasons for both.
There are some people who are so constituted as to be able to almost seamlessly emotionally process the most extreme difficulties. We need to learn from these people.
Can we “get rid of” the whole of our shadow (mostly our traumatised selves) during a lifetime? Is this something we should aspire to? The first step in any shadow work is to acknowledge we have one. There is no doubt that big parts of our shadow would benefit from the light. How much should we focus on releasing the trauma and how much should we focus on attracting, securing and experiencing unconditional love?
It is a personal choice but it is also a global issue.
- In Conclusion.
If you are conscious of any trauma you wish to release, access Identity Constellations. If you have a nagging “splinter” in your mind or body, access Identity Constellations.
But take it from me, do whatever you can to attract or at least remove the barriers from connecting to your soulmate. This process can help anyone but what I get from my soul mate is more than beyond price. But whilst it is relatively easy to access identity constellations never give up on trying to find your soulmate.
I am truly loveable. And I have found the perfect person to show it. And can I show my feelings? Have a guess.
Jack Stewart, feeling richly blessed, Monday, 10 February 2020.
I subscribe to a belief, often a knowing, in the greatest good for everything. Whilst we might be spiritual beings having a human experience, we have to process what happens to us “here.” Feeling rage against the people I chose to create a vehicle for my soul is not a judgement but a necessary release of a negative emotion in my body.. From a spiritual perspective, how can I do anything but love my biological parents? Where would I be without them? I was unaware of this rage. It didn’t serve me. I don’t care what my parents did or didn’t do 67 years ago. They did what they did knowing what they did at the time. I no longer am carrying anything around about my adoption. I forgave them years ago. Nothing has changed about that. Feeling rage allowed me to move on. Rage no more!
This song, instead of filling me with sadness, now fills me with joy:
“In the depths of winter, I finally realised I had within me an invincible summer.”
Credit to unearthing this incredible quote above goes to Eckhart Tolle. How might you come to this realisation yourself? One way, and I’m not sure it hits the mark (it doesn’t), is to go to Eton or Harrow and become “fireproof.” In other words to have an almost unbreakable sense of entitlement and a hugely strong ego. It does get you to high positions in society. But might they have got it right when it comes to self-belief? Add compassion and you have the antithesis of this currently victim-obsessed culture.
Yes, this route is denied to the overwhelming majority, but…Anyhow, I wish to avoid another lengthy post about my old chestnut of self-esteem so let us look elsewhere.
“In the spring of 2003, I am 62 years old and going through my very first bout of extended the sadness… People close to me often ask if I have some sort of illness that I don’t want to talk about. I know I am in a state of depression…. I never imagined I would be experiencing the emotional effects of a separation.”
I Can See Clearly Now, chapter 50, by Wayne Dyer
The exact sequence of events isn’t clear, but Wayne Dyer’s wife Marcelene and he separated in 2001 (after 20 years of marriage), the year he had a heart attack. He also says in the above chapter:
“Today I have a healthy heart according to all of the medical exams- however; it is indeed very much broken otherwise.”
Now this man is one of my heroes, and if you read the above book you will realise from a very early age it was obvious he was going to “make it.” One of his books, Your Erroneous Zones has sold over 100 million copies. Wayne has written over 40 books. Towards the end of his life he did indeed become a living saint.
So this incredible man who spent his whole life immersing himself in self-development and spirituality and then having the gift of communication to appeal to the “ordinary person” succumbed to a profound relationship breakup. There is no discussion of what led up to the separation, and of course he attaches no blame to his wife but it is obvious the effect it had on him.
We all know it’s a cliché, and we probably describe it as a cliché because it’s so true. (Intimate) relationships require work. Being an imagined victim gets you nowhere. We also know that we can find ourselves in relationships that are almost impossible, despite the work, to rescue.
Going further, we have the principle of reason, season and lifetime. We meet some people for an obvious reason, or it may take a long time or never to discover what that reason was. I think the other two are self-explanatory.
I was “fortunate” that my parents had an incredibly strong relationship. They were married 12 years before I was born (adopted) and death indeed was their parting. At least here on the earth plane. I think I can remember only one obvious occasion when they seriously argued. My dad died when I was 33 and my mum when I was 50. I wish I could tell you their secret. Had my dad lasted to the same year as my mother, they would have been married for 62 years. And had smoking not claimed him, they would have made it.
Fabulous role models. Interestingly, Wayne Dyer was married three times.
My first marriage could never have succeeded. A few lessons. Second relationship? 36 years. Third one? We were together four years, married for two. In case you haven’t been following my “stuff” the last two both passed to spirit. Who hasn’t, even in very long-lived relationships, felt like leaving at some time? Is this a bloke thing? I’m no relationships expert, despite my attempts at doing everything my heart tells me to, but I can guarantee that I have become a hugely better person. Pause for a joke. If I was a complete bastard 40 years ago maybe I’m just a bastard now.
Every week I meet a group of male friends for lunch in a local café. One has just found love again and he is a little older than I am. Fabulous. Another has been with his partner for over 20 years. Two others are both single and are absolutely fine. Complicated to describe their situation and their outlook on all this. All I can say is, it is the opposite of mine. In both cases let us say they didn’t have the best role models as children. They are happy for me and I’m happy for them.
I’ve written most of this on the evening of Tuesday, February 4th. Tomorrow (today) I’m going to share my new situation with Vanessa’s family. I think you can guess what the situation is.
There are no comparisons to be made. Live in the moment. My last two relationships, as I have already said, have transformed me. So the emerging and developing relationship I am now in is not between the old Jack of even six months ago.
The beautiful soul I have met is a very private person and there is no way you will ever discover anything about her from reading these posts, except in the most general terms. It wouldn’t take a magician to work out my feelings for her, but in case you are struggling, she is my invincible summer.
Namaste. Love to you all.
Jack Stewart, Wednesday, February 5, 2020.
P.S. “I begin to see that I’ve been wallowing in my ego, and I’m filled with deep sadness because I retreated to an ordinary level of consciousness, I temporarily lost my connection to God.” Wayne Dyer again, offering an explanation for his depression. If your partner is your invincible summer, then in my world, s/he is the primary connection to God. This one will run and run…
Readers of this blog will have heard of the Essenes. Most people have heard of the Cathars. The Armenian genocide? Everyone has heard of the Holocaust. Most people have heard of Pol Pot.
The common thread? It should be obvious; the slaughter of innocent people by unhinged dictators, psychopathic regimes (all of them) or institutions (the Catholic Church) wishing to protect their hegemony.
Another dominant theme of this blog is the Afterlife. Removing the veil between this world and “the next”. And unlike the mainstream’s depiction of the spirit world (there are a few notable exceptions) it is effortless for me to portray it as anything other than paradise.
I have just finished watching The Windermere Children, a BBC film about a group of Jewish children (with an age range from around 5 to 18? ) who had survived the Holocaust. In total 732 young people came over to the UK after World War II. The film concentrated on around 300 who were housed in former workers barracks near Lake Windermere. Nothing I can say in this post can do justice to the magnificence of this production. If watching it doesn’t move you, depress you, sadden you, anger you, but ultimately uplift you then you are not breathing.
If you were to sit down and consider the likely reactions of a traumatised group of children when exposed to something approaching normality, you would probably work out what I am about to share with you. But it still shocks.
Getting off the bus? What fate awaits? Being housed in army-like barracks, having to remove their clothes, being given medicals. Might this be problematic?
Having their own rooms, being fed properly, encountering dogs.
Not knowing, but deep down truly knowing, the fate of their relatives. Night terrors. Official letters from the UK government confirming their worst fears.
As one of the quite wonderful people working to rehabilitate this group admitted the children knew nothing other than horror. Any religious zealot wishing to portray hell could do nothing which remotely approximated to the hell in a concentration camp. This brilliant film didn’t need to show any of it. It was revealed by the children’s behaviour, by their unbelievably dark paintings and by their attempts at readjustment. In one scene a group of around five young men used humour, successfully, to take the sting out of their personal nightmares. Priceless.
As a psychotherapist my greatest tools are “reference experiences”, positive, loving episodes we all have to enable us to function properly. For example being told “I love you” by a parent or carer, doing something well and being recognised for it, recovering from a difficult situation, setting goals and achieving them. Most of these kids either had none or they were buried very deep. Deeper than the horrors expressed through their art.
It would be almost insulting to list the lessons from The Windermere Children. I can only offer my own. People close to me have visited Auschwitz. I have visited a few prisons in the UK, medieval sites and battlegrounds, picking up extremely negative “vibes” but none can be compared to a concentration camp. Insofar as we can be certain of anything in this world we can be certain the Holocaust was real as were the atrocities listed in the first paragraph. To identify any person because of their race, or their membership of a group as lesser humans needs no commentary. Anti-Semitism exists. This we know. I didn’t need to watch the film to realise how the Jews have always been persecuted. I can fully understand the anger and “never again” mind-set following the Holocaust. Had I been in it and survived I would have been a dangerous man. However persecution of the Palestinians and the weaponisation of the term anti-Semitic for those who disagree with the Zionist policies of Israel is not the way forward.
This film captured so much about the human condition. I will not spoil your enjoyment of it. Before I watched I read a description of the film and a critic said that the end scenes would “undo” you. The critic was right. But there is another scene before the end which was equally powerful.
Many of us have prescriptions for today’s youth. The Dalai Lama suggests meditating on compassion. I would suggest to eliminate or massively reduce any real or perceived anti-Semitism would be best served by people watching this film. Or just the scene when a group of local youths are taunting the refugees outside an ice cream shop.
You can probably guess what’s coming next. What rehabilitated these truly heroic young people was love.
A couple of my friends have watched this programme on my recommendation. They were impressed. In the last few months I have personally undergone many changes. In the last six years I have experienced some kind of transformation. I know I am coming from watching this in a way different to almost everyone, perhaps excepting regular readers of this blog.
I was told by a very good medium friend of mine, who else but Jonathan Brown, that my heart would open some time after the passing of Vanessa. He omitted to say one person would be instrumental in that. So I look at The Windermere Children with a very aware eye.
Next week I am going to attend (again) an Identity Constellations workshop. I wish to let go of my abandonment issues. Watching this film has made a huge contribution.
As I close this post I feel overwhelmed with gratitude and love. The perfect recipe for the prevention of any more holocausts and the perfect recipe to defuse and emasculate those who wish to exploit victimhood for their own divisive and anti-humanitarian ends.
We are richly blessed. We are all “special”. We are all aware and awake. Namaste. Jack Stewart, February 2, 2020.
Tá mo chroí istigh ionat Eibhlin.