Spring is bursting into glory in southern England, even while ecologies in many parts of the world are being torn apart by conflict and climate catastrophes. My inner heart aches for the people and biomes suffering, and the land. I know also from previous times of conflict that bringing hope into people’s hearts from afar…
Love has a complex beauty. What do you love or hope for? Who or how do you love in the now, and for how long? Don’t run away! This is going somewhere growing. I’m not talking just about fleeting feelings. I’m introducing you to the stable depths of your intelligent love. That tricky word ‘intelligence’…
It seems so obviously true that there are only two sorts of time. When I fall into a daydream and suddenly reawaken with a renewed start of conscious reorientation that I am sitting on a kitchen chair and staring out of a window, I look at the clock and that tells me I have been…
The story starts to accelerate now. I have been sharing some relational patterns shaping my family and work over time that unfolded into physical events in ways that do not fit with scientific materialism’s linear cause-effect principles. There is a good alternative New Science explanation that tunes in with ancient spiritual wisdom too, which I…
One morning I decided I would take my breakfast down to the garden summerhouse. It was warm and sunny after a long period of cloud and rain in a summer on the British Isles. I opened the double doors and hooked them back, noticing how cobwebs had accumulated again after my previous thorough clean of…
I love diversity. Difference inspires meetings. I am filled with awe at how every human being has unique facial features and fingerprints and voice and values. The fact that even penguins recognise their unique mate after several months’ separation, and kiss with their beaks is simply mind-boggling. The numerous unusual experiences I am recording publicly…
In 8/36 I described how planning my suicide at the age of 13 had been interrupted by an orange glowing light suddenly shining out through everything around me, my hands included. This experience had convinced me there was something worth living for, but that such beauty as this must be screened out most of the…
Here is the thirteenth account in my series of experiences that do not fit with the spacetime model of materialistic science. Thirteen is NOT unlucky! It is sometimes called ‘the angel number’, signifying a time of change and spiritual growth empowered by relatedness. This account tells two stories of the power of remotely spoken words. It is a prelude in light to the other accounts that will follow.
I was taken hold of one day by a nostalgic memory of a week’s rest near the far end of Loch Alsh, a peaceful, tidal sea inlet close by the Isle of Skye in Scotland. A rowing boat came with the cottage. The tidal rhythm of high to low over six hours and twelve and…
This series on my experience of unusual events that broke the rules of space and time and matter continues with different aspects of healing. Interpreting them normalises spirituality and New Science to the workings of the inner human heart’s connection into a deeper world of potential.
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