You are an Angel

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“Reality is an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.”

Attributed to Einstein.

It’s easy to become distracted, after all people often spend their lives consciously distracting themselves through all kinds of means to avoid the painful reality of their existence or wanting to let go of their past. In truth we all do it to a greater or lesser extent.

Spiritual teachings and enlightened personal development organisations like the HeartMath Institute exhort us to “drop into the heart.”

I know that, along with almost everyone these days, the “reality” which surrounds us is profoundly depressing and seemingly without end. It is like an invisible dead hand crushing any hope and optimism we have. Many of us also know that if enough people Feel the Wish Fulfilled of a new Earth, it will come about.

The mainstream bias and media narrative is hiding in plain sight. I can’t believe anyone who is reading this post buys fully into the Government/BBC/CNN etc. narrative. However it is difficult not to buy into some of it, simply because the persistent illusion is more comforting than the truth.

My own introduction to this life was in the eyes of my parents, a secret that had to be maintained. I blame them for nothing, they were wonderful parents and like everyone else acted in what they saw as my and their best interests. I’ll never know whether I “signed up for” truth activism prior to incarnation or it was a consequence of being encouraged to always look outside of myself for answers.

To this day I believe in the ideals of justice, fairness and the wonderful words enshrined in the US Declaration of Independence. For most of my life I had never bought into the God thing.

Our first encounter with other human beings is with our family. I’m well aware that a minority, perhaps larger than I can imagine, are not born into a family. That family may be extended and/or be part of a community. A country is a collection of communities. God help us all (I’m a believer!) if the day ever comes that we regard the state as our parents.

Anyone who takes the time to study psychology knows that the most significant influences on our lives, especially during the first 6-7 years, are those who raised us. We also know that all kinds of trauma, accidental and deliberate, have a massive impact. Add to the mix the contemporary cultural conditioning of entitlement, victimhood and unlimited aspiration unsupported by the necessary talent or effort and we have an unbelievably dangerous cocktail. If you doubt that pay a visit to the American cities currently being ravaged by rioters.

I have repeatedly said on this site that a notional hierarchy of suffering helps no one. Few people- it is still far too many-have suffered the kinds of depravity at last being reported in the media. There are glaring and massive exceptions (human trafficking and sexual abuse) to a situation in which one person’s trauma is another person’s inconvenience. Having worked with male survivors of sexual abuse many years ago, there is not a single person I would wish their nightmares upon save for their perpetrators. I believe it is called justice.

Where is all this leading to?

A number of commentators have observed that “privileged” young people involved in the US riots are operating out of a position of personal trauma, and I would have to agree.

There is hope. There is always hope.

We are all here on this earth for a reason. It would take virtually all the earth’s resources to help all 7 billion of us to realise what that purpose is. What will it take, what does it take for people to wake up to the reality that we are spiritual beings having a human experience?

Marxism- I was a Marxist for many years- denies the existence of God. That you cannot go to church during this plandemic, that God has been under attack for many years and that hell on earth surrounds us should tell you all you need to know.

I will leave you with a quote from one of my favourite sources,the Joseph Communications. In this case is from Trance Mission (Band of Light Media 2019).

“You are an angel. You are an angelic being. You have been coming here for some time and you come here repeatedly with different sets of ‘clothes’ in order to experience. And the amount of time you are here is dependent on the amount of challenges you can face versus the effects of the Field in being detrimental to your body.”

If you want to know about the Field, find out from the Joseph website.

My one line answer to just about every problem has always been love. Love is the answer, Love Heals. It is and it does. But life is a little more complicated than that at the moment. So, step into your angel persona, rise above the static of the propaganda and the insanity.

But remember to wear your mask.

Love to you all, Jack Stewart, August 28, 2020.

Unconscious Bias

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When I was a teenager one of my friends had rather interesting parents. If you are into class, you would probably put them at lower middle. My friend had three sisters, two of which were twins. He went on to become a pilot and his sisters were all very successful.

They were a wonderful family, and although I found his mother a little pushy at times, I was intrigued by the “culture” that had been generated. My friend was very competitive, and although I was little less so, you could call us both “achievers.”

I’ve mentioned in a few places my own father. His work was mundane, soul destroying and an insult to the man’s talents. He worked in the same factory for 48 years. Outside of work he was incredible. If he set his mind to do something, he did it, and was often the best (championships, awards etc.) in his peer group.

In her 88 years my mother was ill twice. Once with food poisoning from shrimps, the second when she contracted flu (we didn’t have Covid in 2002) two days before she passed to spirit. My dad would have lived 10 to 15 years longer had he not smoked.

They were, in their own way, wonderful role models.

Politically I was always on the left. To this day I will condemn any form of discrimination. I have wanted to change the world since I became conscious (sorry for regular readers of these posts you must be sick of hearing this). My friend has always been on the right. Recently he got in touch with me and regularly sends me links to freedom/right-wing (take your pick) websites. Even though we’ve only seen each other a couple of times since we were kids, clearly our friendship has endured.

  • Who is a victim?

I have certainly suffered discrimination for not having the right accent, background and connections. Being rather well educated, having a Master’s degree and at one time being a university lecturer has served to overcome this ludicrous nonsense. Yes, I was one of a couple of people to go to university from my area in 1970. Unconsciously and consciously I never thought I was good enough despite getting very good grades at ‘O’ and ‘A’ level.

My partner was the first person in her family to go to university.

In the hierarchy of privilege, I’m obviously at the top. As a white woman she is second tier.

Elsewhere in these posts, and at length in my book, Love Heals, I have mentioned the law of attraction and the process of feeling the wish fulfilled. Also addressed is the issue of self-worth/esteem and the dominance of the subconscious mind in our daily behaviour. Although the “wokers” have weaponised “unconscious bias”, they are actually on to something.

If you are raised in a supportive environment, have good role models, are taught how to learn, how our beliefs become our biology, learn about the processes in the last paragraph and are encouraged to value yourself whilst taking full responsibility then I would say there is virtually nothing you cannot achieve. And while some of these may have been missing from my friend’s upbringing many were present.

We do not live in a meritocracy; racism is a fact of life. As is sexism. There are many overt and subtle barriers to “success” and living a fulfilled life. But these barriers can be overcome.

Most of humanity is wired for compassion, healing, love, tolerance and achievement. The current toxic climate of victimhood that we live in is like walking past a deep hole and seeing someone at the bottom. We have access to a rope. Instead of holding on to one end and throwing it down enabling the person to climb out, we throw the rope down, jump in ourselves and are assaulted by the person in the hole who claims oppression is justification for his/her actions.

Victimhood is a recipe for catastrophe. To gain any kind of satisfaction from hysterical denunciation of anyone you perceive as less of a victim than you are is a form of mental illness. Or a deliberate policy on behalf of a sick and twisted ruling elite.

It is impossible for love and victimhood to co-exist. We have all suffered. Everyone of us. Another theme on this site and in the book is trauma. Most of us are suffering from some form of trauma. We can never release it or overcome it by playing the victim.

We begin this life as a dependent being. Our “filters” are necessarily in the first few years of our life massively biased towards ourselves. For some they stay for life. The next level of “belonging” is our family. Not everyone has a supportive and functional family. The challenge that faces us all is to change this. You could say, and this is neither a model nor a theory, that the next level may well be our town, our local sports club affiliation or even our county or state. As we move up, we may well then identify with our country. Beyond that we identify with the world. Who knows, many people identify as consciousness, as (temporary) beings in an infinite universe or multi-verse. Perhaps you identify as a soul.

Who can argue that the biological spacesuit we inhabit has advantages and disadvantages? Does it define us? It does if we allow it to do so.

For everything that divides us, race, gender, sexual orientation, class, religion etc., a compelling, overriding counterargument can be made for that which unites us.

We live in a world of toxicity. Electromagnetic fields, chemtrails, what we eat and drink, the air we breathe and the polluted environment are all evidence of that.

How can all this be changed?

It’s so obvious I’m not going to insult your intelligence.

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Most of which appears above I have done to death. However only recently have I realised that the/my empowerment message has found an unlikely home in the global changes being driven from the USA. And only recently have I started to wake up to the fact that factionalisation, victimhood and all its camp followers will have to wake up themselves. Very soon.

Thank you John, you and your family influenced me far more than I ever knew.

For the better of course, but never blindly, never unquestioningly, never without reflection. My parents taught me that.

Love as always, love heals. Jack Stewart July 10, 2020.

Do you love yourself, really?

heart and mindFirst some big picture stuff. Before the plandemic, the race riots, the destruction and history deletion, what was the state of the world? Peaceful? Universal abundance? Everyone healthy, happy and fulfilled? I won’t insult your intelligence.

So the world was broken and causes were advanced. It was capitalism and colonialism. The lot of everyone who wasn’t a white man was appalling because of the patriarchy. It was global warming; it was the virus that is humanity.

  • Do you see a problem here?

If I go around pointing the finger at others I believe are responsible for the state of the world then I am a good person. If I “take the knee” then I am one of the guilty ones. Emotionally charged white zealots have a problem when confronted by black policemen or women in proclaiming their white patriarchal causal theory. But they don’t. Black policemen and women are part of the problem. They have clearly sold out.

  • But it goes a little deeper than that.

If I “take the knee” I’m siding with the oppressed. They are oppressed through my conscious or unconscious actions and those of my ancestors. So my skin colour is irrelevant? I feel guilty.

If humanity, black, white and all shades in between, is the problem (the virus) then where do we go from here? Is it possible that Antifa and BLM zealots are also infected?

  • The real pandemic.

You’re not likely to get up out of your chair, go to the nearest mirror, look into it and reflect on how you see yourself are you? But to save you the journey, how do you perceive yourself? Better than other people? Guilty? Are most people superior to you? Those “others” you lord it over, are they part of any particular group?

  • A bit nearer to home.

Regardless of your gender, are you equal to, better or worse than, in terms of a yet to be defined criterion, your husband/wife/kids/friends/family?

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If you go out, breathing air, you have been told there is a risk you will kill someone. You are asymptomatic, so the fact you are not hot, coughing and breathless is no excuse. You could kill someone anyway. So you don’t. You stay home. You comply with house arrest, wearing a useless mask that could increase your chance of catching this ‘flu variant, avoid other people like the plague, shun social contact with loved ones and even your close family and wait for government permission to tell you when to come out from behind the sofa.

Why do you do that? Because you have been told you are a potential killer?

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Unless you truly have been hibernating for three months, you will have noticed that you have carte blanche, especially in America, to go out and “protest.” If you do that your potential killer status is suspended. You can stand shoulder to shoulder with other one-time potential killers and the only consequences are non-health related. And you know what they are.

However, if you go to a political rally, try to open your business, object to house arrest et cetera, you are, again, a potential killer.

In the totally unhinged, insane world of identity politics there is a hierarchy of victimhood. At the moment those at the top of the victim tree are black people. We haven’t heard much lately about transgender issues. Or the fighting between some feminists (TERFS-Trans Exclusionary Radical Feminists) and transgender activists.

Then we have the “experts.”

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Who are the experts? Are they one above status wise that other revered group, scientists, in the social pecking order? What happens if one of these experts (Neil Ferguson anyone?) gets it wrong? What happens- DO YOUR RESEARCH- when people like Ferguson get it consistently wrong? Might it be a choice by politicians of who to choose as an expert? After all aren’t all experts correct come what may? Surely experts and their lesser brethren, scientists, are uniquely objective, unbiased, wise people who are totally uninfluenced by those who pay their salaries?

I have studied human behaviour for over 40 years, spent thousands of hours researching, attending courses, teaching personal development and held positions in academia. Am I an expert? On some things, maybe. Am I an authority? No chance. Would any government which is part of the swamp, hire me to promote and help fulfil their agenda?

  • Some things are indisputable.

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Most of my real learning, my “wisdom”, my beliefs and values (of which I am proud) have come from interactions with other people. I have met “experts”, global leaders in my field, “educated” people and thousands of people I could not or would not label. Perhaps my worldview is totally distorted. If I buy into the concept of the 2%, then as a member of this group do I want the 98% to join me? If this theory has any validity then what is to be done?

Credit where it is due. Those currently in power have done an incredible job during my lifetime of convincing the majority they are in need of saving. In the last 10 years the only thing to be is a victim. The system disempowers you anyway, so to become empowered you have to challenge the status quo. If you are a victim, especially a more downtrodden victim than anyone else, mainstream politicians have got your back. You see the problem keeps coming back to the white patriarchy.

You can violently challenge the patriarchy, the colonialist behemoth, and it makes you feel good. The worm has turned. Smash the system. I certainly bought into smashing (non-violently I hasten to add)-the system for decades. As a white man it is a little difficult for me to want to abolish the patriarchy. Sure I can take the knee, daily if necessary, and tithe a substantial portion of my meagre income to Black Lives Matter. I can humiliate myself, feel guilty and start to despise who I am. I can denounce my dead parents, and search in my ancestry for proof that I am racist. Or a virus. And by driving a car and at some stage in the future- God forbid- flying, I can hate myself even more because of global warming.

So, people like me are the oppressors. Or we can become one of the victims. As an oppressor, I should be cancelled, de-platformed and removed. As a victim, in the current climate, I’m one of the good guys, and might even be financially rewarded for any destructive behaviour, be it physical or verbal. And who is going to rescue me?

  • But wait…

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What if I wasn’t a victim? What if I thought a long time ago that I could rise above any challenge, that by loving and accepting myself I could love and accept others? What if I realised I was an essential, unique and significant part of the human race, of the timeless oneness in all creation? What if I realised this biological spacesuit I currently inhabit had no significance other than that which I gave to it? And what if I dedicated my life to helping other people wake up to their true selves, their true nature?

And what if I forgave those who betrayed me? What if I forgave myself for betraying others? And what if I used my own imperfect life, the mistakes I made, to motivate me to be a better person?

And instead of pulling down statues, and deleting history, we all learned from the mistakes of the past and use those mistakes to motivate us all to never repeating them and to build a better world?

Suppose we all woke up from the false narrative perpetrated continuously, universally and in a 1000 different disguises that we are either victims or oppressors?

Suppose we realised that everyone has an agenda, no matter what it is, and that by discovering that agenda we then have a choice to make. My agenda (a gender, how interesting) is very clear though I can never be 100% certain that I have convinced you.

We are all one, we are all of equal worth, and we are beings of magnificence, creative and compassionate. If we treat others badly, which we all do, we can learn from that and become better people. We are not victims; we are a heartbeat from emancipation, liberation and empowerment. No matter what our financial, social and wellness status it is possible to break out of our socially constructed and self-perpetuated prisons.

Anyone can be healed, not everyone can be healed.

The real pandemic? You know now what it is, and in truth you always knew it. How does that song go? “Learning to love yourself is the greatest Love of all.” Love yourself, or find someone who loves you to help you. Love heals.

WWG1 WGA

Jack Stewart, June 24, 2020.

Q

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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.

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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.

Moving on.

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.

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.

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.

Oh dear.

hypocrite3During my pre-teen and teenage years, time at university and probably for two decades after that I loved popular culture. Even the most blinkered know that the 60’s and 70’s were the golden decades for pop music. The success of the Beatles and those that followed had an impact on the growing influence of American pop culture.

Here I have to offer my first of many caveats. Criticising corporate-led, socially engineered, paedophilic and totally inverted American pop culture does not mean I am anti-American. My biological father was a US Air Force major. I have spent six weeks in America, most of my spiritual heroes are American and space does not permit me to list all that I admire of the I AM RACE (for the uninitiated this is an anagram).

“I only read women. I know that men write books. But their lives are so limited. It’s such a small and narrow experience,” the prolific Irish author said during an event at the Southbank Centre to promote her latest novel, Grown Ups…”Their literature just really can’t match anything written by a woman. I just think ‘**** off’.”

Marian Keyes, bestselling author.

The second caveat. To discriminate against someone because of the colour of their skin, their sexual orientation, their gender and all the other “fault lines” is beneath contempt. As a heterosexual white male who was confused about his gender and orientation 50 odd years ago I know in the current climate my voice may be limited to the wilderness.

Try as I might to avoid it, we are now totally immersed in the most insane period I can ever recall in my lifetime. You cannot pick up a newspaper, switch on the radio or watch the television without at least one “story” that has to do with victimhood. Most often, my response to what was once fringe “woke” insanity, but now seems to be mainstream, is laughter. If we satirise and refuse to take seriously American women paying $2500 to be told they are racist and millionaire actors accepting awards from the very industry they lambast also for being racist maybe we can turn back the tide.

Third caveat. My hero during my late teens and early 20’s was David Bowie. I used to dye my hair and dress up as Bowie. I encountered discrimination. Most of my life as someone proud to be working class, I have experienced subtle and sometimes overt discrimination. But no, not on a regular basis, nor has it ever got physical and I have not been murdered. It is of no consequence in the grand scheme of things. It is impossible to diminish the impact of discrimination on certain people and on certain groups. Read my post on The Windermere Children.

Not everyone is aware of “woke” insanity. Some of my friends think I am exaggerating. They may indeed be right. Regardless, this is something I feel strongly about simply because it is yet another tool to divide us. And whilst we are pre-occupied with victims and being a victim, what chance do we have of seeing the world as it really is, and can become? The algorithm age, the saturation of “social media”, the placing of “reality TV stars” (wtf?) on pedestals, the instant “talent” industry (Pop Idol…), “de-platforming”, “hate speech”, “safe spaces” and the lemming-like scramble to see who is the most oppressed victim (and what group they represent) are all signs of a world- as it is now- in terminal decline. But before you stop reading, thinking this eternal optimist has given up, stay with me.

Fourth caveat. During my time in local government in the 80’s I was personally responsible for enlightened recruitment policies, practices and education around gender, race and disability in two major local authorities. In those days it was safe to be a heterosexual white male and working with people who had suffered lifetime discrimination was a massive learning process for me and a wonderful privilege.

That’s enough caveats. I’m not even sure they are relevant, because if my arguments are valid I don’t need to lay out my credentials.

We are all one. A recurrent theme on this website. We are all walking round in a biological spacesuit that comes in many shapes and sizes, sometimes with appendages, sometimes not. To be judged and valued purely on the basis of the spacesuit is insane. Before the woke explosion we had homophobia, racism, anti-Semitism, misogyny and discrimination in all its forms. We still have it.

I still cannot process the mind-set of those who accuse all white men of being racists and incapable of writing anything worth reading. If those who make these ludicrous statements are incapable of seeing their own racism and their own toxic worldview which worsens the situation they purport to want to remedy then get the handcarts ready because we’re all going to hell.

On BBC Radio Five the other day, a broadcaster who I quite admire casually wrote off actor Laurence Fox’s position on “woke” and condemned anyone who agreed with Fox to the ranks of bigot (my interpretation. And Fox is now subject to all kinds of vilification). The same broadcaster has so bought into the climate change cult that it isn’t even up for discussion. He is not alone, this is the position of the BBC.

Anyone who has not yet been micro-chipped will find the closing down of free speech problematic. Rugby player Israel Folau has views I find abhorrent. Unfortunately we live in an age where criticising any discriminated group is a recipe for career suicide.

“Islamic scholars continue to teach that same-sex relationships are a sin, too, and Sheik Mansour, owner of Manchester City, is part of the ruling family in a country in which homosexuality is against the law. Yet this is where liberal western beliefs and commitment to religious freedom collide.”

Martin Samuel, Daily Mail Sports writer.

So it must be obvious that almost all Manchester City supporters are by default homophobic. Folau has been rightly condemned and he has agreed now to keep his views to himself. Perhaps this is not enough, as he has yet to apologise to the gay community. One of my heroes, gay ex-rugby player Gareth Thomas has no time for Folau.

Thank God things have changed. Before 1967, homosexuality in the UK was all but illegal. There are still 73 countries in the world where it still is. Presenter Phillip Schofield has now “come out.”

Yes of course I am a fully paid-up member of the patriarchy. As a white male how can I be anything else? What does this say about my character, my actions, my beliefs and values about things other than the fault lines used to divide us? Is Hitler (a vegetarian and animal lover) a poster boy for vegetarianism? Should you now stop listening to any Michael Jackson song? God forbid you should watch any film produced by Harvey Weinstein. And move out of, or at the very least don’t visit cities built on the slave trade like Bristol and Liverpool. Let us put all these things in the same pot. Hitler, Michael Jackson, Harvey Weinstein, Bristol and Liverpool. After all we have here the equivalent of the climate change fanatics claim that the “science is settled.” It surely is. Chances are Weinstein will get off, Jackson is dead and I think Hitler is too. No doubt a sizeable percentage of Bristolians and Liverpudlians are racists. Perhaps all of them. And to think I used to work in Liverpool, and shame of shame, I support Liverpool FC.

Time to breathe, time for sanity.

I’m sick to my very core (thank you GretaTM) of having my life hijacked by all this. But of course I’m not. Perhaps the triggers were reading that men can’t write (thank you Ms Keyes, I will now buy all your books) and hearing how brave and courageous Philip Schofield was in admitting he is gay. I’m going to avoid any more “woke”. So far (since January 31st) I have been an abject failure. I now identify as a failure. Can we put an “F” into the alphabet soup?

We need to unplug from the mainstream, we need to begin looking at each other as spiritual beings having a human experience. We need to judge each other on our character not the nature of the biological spacesuit. The only speech that should be limited is that which encourages hatred and division. If this were rigorously applied there would be no “woke” culture. We need to see each other as becoming, rather than label each other along the fault lines so beloved of those currently in charge of running the planet. My biological spacesuit is no better or worse than yours. If I hate and condemn yours, I’m doing the same to myself.

Let us love each other, yes Ms Pelosi we are all sparks of the Divine, even Donald Trump and the Iraqis (who you voted to bomb). If we see each other with new eyes, as opposed to the weaponised ways in which we are currently exhorted to follow, we can give the handcarts back and walk confidently together to a new dawn, to rediscover paradise and ignite the Divine light within.

Namaste, Jack Stewart, Friday, 07 February 2020, feeling so much better having got this lot of his chest!

Fireworks

obeliskHad a fabulous day today, still processing, still on a natural high. Maybe that’s the way the cookie crumbles or maybe something else is at work.

I find it impossible to believe anyone reading this has not had a series of incidents in their lives which could be classed as synchronistic or serendipititious. If you look these words up using the online Microsoft word dictionary (which is normally pretty good) you will find nothing that does justice to either of them. So let me try.

Imagine a life in which you are richly blessed, a life probably very little different from anyone else’s, but one in which you anticipate, you expect and sometimes you have a knowing that good fortune awaits you. Some people have described this as the Law of Attraction, but it is far more than that. I have no way of knowing whether I have had more or less of my fair share of trauma and bliss than anyone else. However if you get to a place where “good things” happen routinely, where things that really matter-you fill in the blanks-turnout the way you want them to then you are no different to the person who expects the worst and gets it. Except of course s/he couldn’t imagine a life like yours and you don’t get a life like theirs.

When I fully expect, which isn’t all the time, to get a parking place I invariably do. Part of me finds it difficult to accept 100% success so maybe I programme myself for a more comfortable 90%. But parking is small beer and if you can’t get a space near where you want one then it’s God’s way of telling you to walk.

So you expect something and you get it. You see connections between things which border on the outrageous. You are let down and you anticipate, after a suitable period of feeling less than ecstatic, a turnaround. The turnaround then happens.

You meet the very people you both want and need to meet. The experience of encountering the ones that you want to meet vastly outweighs the downside of meeting someone who teaches you an important lesson.

Very often, especially during the early stages of this life changing mind-set, there can be a time delay between the experience and the lesson. In other words the lesson is not always obvious. Of course another potential minefield awaits. You can become overenthusiastic about the good stuff, about the significant people or person you have met. For me, like everyone reading this, we have to find ways to value everyone’s life set against the tide of skewed information and bullshit which condemns us. I reckon part of my over-enthusiasm is my gratitude for this life, my appreciation of people I meet and, as quoted in the last post, the joy I feel in helping people feel worthwhile.

(Pause for reflection. I write almost all these posts using voice dictation software and having done this for some time it is frighteningly accurate. However someone local is setting off fireworks and every time I come to dictate the page jumps. Not sure what the lesson is here, I will perhaps offer an explanation at the end, assuming there is one.)

I’ve referred to the value of humour many times on this site and as the post nears closure what price would you give for an energy (an issue?) which invigorates you, makes you feel alive and gives you a fixed grin? The music for this post takes me back to when I was 20. I loved Gilbert O’Sullivan then and I still do. John Lennon was one of his greatest fans. There may be a message in this song but I’ve chosen the track just because I love it. Maybe like the fireworks which have now stopped there is no need for an explanation.

Dexy’s Midnight Runners most famous song may also be appropriate but that might give the game away.

Jack ‘smiler’ Stewart, November 1, 2019. As always, in perpetuity, but slightly more sure of it, richly blessed. Love to you all.