The Deep Magic

When Something Can’t Not-Be Why me? When something magical or mystical happens to one of us — any of us, I suspect — there are those moments of doubt. Of all the people on the planet, why on earth was I chosen for this experience?…

When Something Can’t Not-Be Why me? When something magical or mystical happens to one of us — any of us, I suspect — there are those moments of doubt. Of all the people on the planet, why on earth was I chosen for this experience?…

I’ve become so used to things being the way they are now that it almost feels normal. Not quite, of course. There’s nothing ‘normal’ or mundane about communicating with separate aspects of the same person/entity in totally different ways. That,…

Once in a while, there is a jolt in my perception that starts me questioning my assumptions. I’d like to share one here. I realised long ago that truth, like life itself, is subjective. As the illustration makes clear, we…

I asked Asher about August’s Lion’s Gate 8/8 portal. Comments, suggested rituals, guides to getting through it, and affirmations were turning up everywhere I looked. I’ve lived through enough of these allegedly significant dates in my long life to be…

Until I was checking back in one of my old Asher notebooks earlier this week, I’d forgotten this incident. The Asher notebooks are where I record, night upon night, my telepathic discussions with Asher — the ones he prefers not…

Remember that bit in Minority Report when they’re trapped in the shopping mall, with law enforcers closing in fast, and Agatha keeps saying, “Wait…wait…wait…”? She’s a precog, so John Anderton trusts her, even though his instinct is to run. Then,…

Prelude I was sitting ready to connect telepathically with my non-speaking friend C, as I usually do on a Tuesday evening. I’ve only known her for a year or two. We care deeply for one another, but I don’t merge…

What does that word — glorious — suggest to you? A beautiful scene in nature, perhaps? An art work by some renaissance master? A symphony? Probably it’s not the first word that would spring to mind at the sight of…

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…

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…