Regaining Lost Childhood
Tales of Popcorn, Reiki and Re-membering Themes Every so often, I gather copies of my book and various bits of handmade merch into a couple of suitcases and head into my local town to trade at a spiritual or holistic…
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Person, Fractured
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,…
The Road to The Asherings
The dream was strange and intense, with sound being an integral part. It wasn’t about water being transferred from a large container to many smaller vessels, but that’s almost as close as I can get to an earthly equivalent. For ‘water’ read ‘segments of…
Destroy the Diaries!
I know, it seems brutal. The thing is, several thoughts have come together to make this act of vandalism a necessity. A recent birthday reminds me that my remaining time in this crumpled skin-suit is in its final decades, even…
Hunting for the Truth
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…
Why Do You Have to Be So Popular?
Scene 1: Autumn 2005 I’m sitting on a train with this awkward, autistic teenage boy. I was his schoolteacher, several years ago. Now I’m somewhere between his mentor, his friend and his student. He doesn’t have many other friends, which…
The Bus of Synchronicity
Asher insists that each of us has a very active, innate ‘subtle light navigation system’ (which is a play on satellite navigation system — the term used for GPS in the UK). It nudges us towards particular actions or choices, and always…
To the Power of Ten
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…
Waiting for the Right Moment
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,…
The Problem with Words
Asher’s relationship with words has been unusual, to say the least. For the first six years of his life, he was a solitary and almost silent child. He avoided social contact and, he tells me, spent much of his time…