Being Rebirthed in the Spirit

Lately, I feel as if I have been undergoing a spiritual REBIRTHING – Thank you Sharine, this is EXACTLY what it is. I am just now in what I can only term a Dark Night of the Soul. I feel wretched currently. Under attack. My body feels old. My heart feels heavy.

I feel in some ways I am being made as a small child again because much of what I thought and believed in has been shedding, leaving me feeling I am back in some kind of basic, default setting before the programming started within me.

I am reminded of the Bible verse Matthew 18.3 …“Assuredly, I say to you, unless you … become as little children, you will by no means enter the kingdom of heaven.”

I feel like I have been relieved of everything but the knowledge I am alive. Sentient. Breathing.

It’s no longer a case of trying to fit into the template set out by human(un)kind but rather of seeking a better, more authentic way to live and I have found that by not trying to do anything at all, I am finding what I need.

All around me today, I watched the amassed throngs in their prestige vehicles, clogging up the roads on their way to the cathedral malls to spend the ‘money’ they don’t even have. It’s all ILL-USION. A full to bursting credit bubble. Malls are the sanctioned places of worship, Mall Workers the temple high priests, Money the Un-holy Spirit. Consumerism the World’s religion. Debt the Supreme Governing Force.

Those of us on The Narrow Path are being shown a Way out of the struggle. It’s lonely and vexatious to the Spirit however I believe we will evolve beyond all we have been taught if we have the inclination to just Listen to Source/God/All That Is.

I believe I am being shown what it is to view the world through new eyes again so I can relearn what this world is really about and it’s not about Matter (which really doesn’t matter) and all about Spirit, which is the vehicle and the means to get back HOME.

Bjørn Eidsvåg

It’s funny how we close ourselves off to things when we don’t understand the language.

Yet, we are pretty much the same the world over. I think good art, whether it be music, literature, paintings, sculpture, dance … it shouldn’t be limited by our understanding of the underlying culture.

Discovering the music of Bjørn Eidsvåg was a revelation for me.

Here is this man, living in Norway which is just 750 flight miles away (London to Oslo) and if I hadn’t been drawn to the cover of one of his albums “Rundt Neste Sving” I would never have known he existed at all.

I’m glad I took a chance on the album and by so doing, discovering a musical artist I have gone on to love.


GO PLACIDLY amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.

And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

By Max Ehrmann © 1927

I Haven’t Felt Like Writing

All around me, I see dead people.

Lifeless, hollow people who can no longer think for themselves. All they can do is ape mainstream media narratives. Many falling ill with the ailment they had hoped to protect themselves against.

I was on a train earlier in the week. I was surrounded by fleshed out cadavers. No one spoke. No one made eye contact. It is the UK after all. The legendary British reserve was on display.

How many of these people, under the guise of ensuring no one else’s personal space was invaded by a stray look (thus keeping their eyes fixed either straight ahead or down towards the floor) had an opinion of their own, I found myself wondering?

All but a handful were staring into mobile phone screens. Their eyes glazed and lifeless.

The final destination for the journey on that day, was Hammersmith.

Only 2 men who worked together were smiling and chatting as the passengers spilled out onto the platform. Everyone else was shuffling along, eyes fixed on where they were going. No chatter. No humour. Drones.

Zombies marching to the beat of the elite 1%’s drum. What a silent abysmal racket it is.


I am trying to find the direction for this blog. As of yet, it is drifting rudderless and maybe it has to until I can ascertain where it needs to be? Maybe that is part of the charm? I don’t know. I just hope you will all stay around while it finds its way.

I am sitting up in bed right now. Well, ‘bed’ might be too strong a word for what I have going here because I am in the kitchen.

The thick mat which usually sits on the carpet in front of the fireplace in the lounge is the base element for the thin but firm mattress which is sitting on top of it, then a thin blanket on top of that and all finished off with pillows and a thick duvet.

My mate, a gorgeous jet black cat is beside me. My other cat is upstairs and I do one night on/one night off with my pal because he attacks my other one. Tonight is the ‘one night on’ with him.

He didn’t come back in until just after 10 p.m. because he knew I was unhappy with what he did earlier – which was to bring to me a living, petrified creature of unknown species (it could have been a small hare, a rat or a mouse). I didn’t see it other than it was in his mouth and before I could ascertain what, he had shot off down the garden and over the fence with me running closely behind. I don’t know the fate of said creature other than it was intermittently screaming in terror.

I have been watching YouTube videos this evening and I stopped a short while back to tell him (not that he can comprehend my words but maybe he would be able to get a sense of them from the feelings I imbued them with?) that he never needed to fear me ever and certainly not based upon what had occurred earlier in the day, that he could have shown up immediately afterwards and I would have let him know I wasn’t happy (by shaking my head and holding off a tad in terms of affection for a very short time) but that he would have also known, in no uncertain terms, that I was glad to see him and that he is loved by me, which he most certainly is.

I stroked his head while I said this and he nuzzled against my hand, purred and we looked at each other adoringly. He is now laying beside me, curled up, his catnip mouse toy entwined in his paws. All is good. I hope he sleeps well and has the sweetest of dreams. I hope that whatever it was I saw him with has a far more pleasant future incarnation and lives its life out free from harm also knowing it is loved, far away from presently dreaming feline predators.

Today’s Album | Logical Elements – Unexplored Elements

There was me thinking I could quit listening to music altogether. It’s all about a feeling for me and most music nowadays, even stuff I have loved up until now simply brings a sort of heaviness with it and depresses me whereas Ambient, Psybient and Chillout music has an expansive, open, epic feel to it which does the opposite. I find it both meditative and relaxing.

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