Welcome to My World
Asher’s telepathic remote viewing of a future event in my life. I love the Frost Fair in my town. It’s held on the final Saturday of November. The town centre is closed to traffic. Stalls, stages and smiling people…
Jes Kerzen
Believe me? Maybe now he will.
There was a man, once, who followed my writing on Medium. He always clapped and was invariably charming and polite in the comments he left. The trouble was, I persisted in writing about my experiences with Asher, and how he…
Three sides of a coin
Coins, when you think about it, do have three sides. Certainly, we’re more accustomed to seeing the familiar, flat heads or tails surfaces, but there is also that narrow, curved rim that connects the two. In rare circumstances, that is where our…
Why was I the right person for this job?
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not for a moment trying to compare myself to Jane Roberts, the amazing lady who channelled and wrote about Seth during the 20th century. She’s been a hero of mine since I first discovered their…
Do I Really Sound Like That?
‘Voice Confrontation’ is a thing, apparently. It’s the psychological term for that cringing feeling some of us experience when we hear a recording of our own voices. I didn’t realise how badly I suffered from it until my book publisher…
The View from the Treehouse
The 26th April, 2024 wasn’t the first time Asher had instructed me to feel into his heart. He would never have said it in our face-to-face conversations. They didn’t go that way at all. This, though, was a different way…
More Minds Join Us
Perhaps you have had some interesting psychic connections with others. There are more of us than you might think. “As you share our story, others like you will acknowledge the wisdom and knowing they have seen in children or…
Why 3D Living is No Longer Enough
I really shouldn’t be surprised that Asher can pull this off. He proved to me when he was a very small child that he could act the part of a polite, well-behaved and hard-working pupil in my class, whilst secretly…
The Man with Blue Eyes who had once read a book
It was his eyes I noticed first, the clear, stunning blueness and openness of them. He was youngish, twenties or thirties, and quite alone. His complexion told me he lived a life outdoors, in nature. A traveller, perhaps. Our town…
Another Glitch in the Newsletter Saga
Let’s start with this: I did not write A Mind Beyond Words to get rich. I’m nowhere near that stupid or naive. On the other hand, the amount I’m prepared and able to pay to promote it is not a bottomless pit.…