I’m proud to announce that Eyesight To The Blind is now available as an e-book on Amazon.
“Say no to organised religion and religious dogma; have your own experience and find your own truth”.
Indeed; what now? I’m really glad that Eyesight To The Blind is out there in paperback form, and the kindle version will launch some time later this month. But I appear to have entered a flat phase and am continually asking myself, what now? This really is a weird time of transition for me, I’m no longer working as a medium, my day job is stale and way past its sell-by date, my writing project has finished, so yes, to say I’m feeling quite flat at the moment would be an understatement.
I wanted to write a post last week, but “what to write”? I thought to myself. Anyway, the most important thing is to be in communication, so I thought I would share three quite different and random things with you. Two that came along recently and one from around 18 years ago.
Firstly, and I can’t quite believe that I’ve never written about this before; anywhere! I’m going to share with you the one and only experience I’ve ever had of spirit manifesting itself objectively; in other words, right before my eyes and not on the inner plain. I think the reason I’ve never written about this before is because it has simply slipped my mind. It’s also not something that I would attach a lot of importance to these days, but it was very interesting at the time and I’m sure some of you will also find it quite interesting.
It happened round about 1999/2000. It was when I was going to the open circle at the spiritualist church. A man named Tom would quite often take the sessions in those early days. We were sitting there in our circle, not in the dark but with the room dimly lit, and all of a sudden as I was looking at Tom, slightly behind him and to his left, there was a build up of spirit; literally. The image of a man I believed to be Tom’s dad literally built up from the floor until it was a full manifestation. He looked elderly and he had a briar pipe in his mouth. The manifestation was not pure white, as you would probably imagine, but a very faint blue. The image remained for a few moments and then disappeared.
The second thing I want to share with you happened very recently; less than two weeks back from the time of writing. I wanted to spend a night away from Tetbury, so I had a look on Airbnb and saw a nice cheap room with en suite facilities. I then realised that it was in a town called Highworth, which I knew quite well from my time living in Swindon, as they are in close proximity to each other. I booked, and to my pleasure, the hosts turned out to be a lovely couple; she being a yoga teacher and he being an extremely learned and well-read man who worked as a creative writing tutor. They were both very interesting to talk to.
Those of you who have been following my blog for a while will probably have realised that I don’t have a very high opinion of the church, and even though I do not accept the Biblical version of Christ, I do actually embrace the concept of a man who was called Jesus Christ and who walked the earth more than 2000 years ago. However, my view of who he was differs drastically from the story pedaled by the church. My male host, I will call him Peter, during a discussion said that there is no evidence anywhere, and there never has been, that Christ even existed. I knew I was not as well-informed as him so I did not contest his view; instead, I listened intently. Then he said something else, that was so obviously true, that it had never occurred to me before.
I’ve always felt that there is very little truth in the Bible, but Peter said something that gave me a bit of a eureka moment. He said that there is only one passage in the Bible that has any significance; the rest you can just throw away. That passage is in Exodus 3:14 where Moses asks God what he should say if, when he goes to the Israelites, they ask him the name of, “the God of their forefathers”, who sent him. He gets the reply, “I AM, that is who I am”. That statement, “I AM, that is who I am”, must surely be the most profoundly true and powerful statement in the entire history of history itself. That seven-word statement tells us everything we would ever want and need to know about that great and old chestnut; the meaning of life.
No beginning; no end. No birth; no death. The all and everything summed up right there and then in one seven-word statement. You are already that which you seek. Spiritual awakening is the realisation that you are already awake. I could go on, but I won’t; thanks Peter!
Thirdly, after stating in Eyesight To The Blind, that my out-of-body experiences are very few and far between these days, what happens? Yes, I not only have an astral adventure, but quite a humdinger too! There was a hell of a lot going on; it was like three different stories playing out during the course of my journey. I’m sure it all had some sort of meaning, but unless I experience something truly spectacular these days, I will not be going into detail anymore; simply because I no longer see the relevance. I just found it quite ironic, that after making that statement in the book, quite a detailed out-of-body experience followed during the early morning of July 5.
Anyway, where was I, oh yes… what now?
Satori Publishing in association with Inspirational Storytellers presents…
Eyesight To The Blind launches; a journey from darkness into light. Here for the first time on my blog is the cover in all its glory. Also, to whet your appetite, I have posted the introduction that precedes Chapter One. I hope you find it of interest.
“I’m going to take you on a journey. It’s going to be a bit of a bumpy ride and quite painful at times, but it will be worth it. You will stumble and fall with me, but you will also laugh and soar too, as I let you into the beautifully dysfunctional world that is my life. I’m going to take your hand and lead you every step of the way, enabling you to experience every grimace, every moment of madness and every belly laugh, as I fumble my way from a place of complete unconsciousness and darkness to a place of Love. “How is he going to do that”? I can hear you screaming! Well, I’ll tell you.
I have written every story, every phase, every chapter of my life in accordance with the mind-set and understanding that I had at the time. I have refrained from using bad language, but I have written in a language that is “me”. After all, you can take the boy out of North London, but you can never take North London out of the boy. The idea is that you evolve and grow with me through mutual experience; reader and writer together, hand in hand. We won’t quite be skipping along golden sands together, but it will be a lot of fun; trust me.
You will meet many characters along the way, which brings me to quite an important bit. If you are one of these characters and I have mentioned you by name; you are either dead or I think you are a legend. If I have changed your name, you are either not dead, I don’t think you are a legend, or I do think you are a legend but I’ve written about something that might embarrass you.
Even though I started to awaken in 2001, life remained, by and large, a comedy of errors until Zen found me in 2016; you don’t find Zen, it finds you. Life is still a bit of a comedy show, but I now have more clarity and understanding than at any other stage. I will take you through the darkness, I will give you an insight into what life on the road is like for a medium; I will also give you a glimpse into the world of astral travelling. However, the main message I want to get across to the reader is that you do not have to be one of life’s victims. So, I suggest plenty of fluids and a big bag of popcorn; enjoy the ride!
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Well, launch day for Eyesight To The Blind is finally on the horizon. The cover has been completed, the proof copy has been ordered and read, a few changes have been made and the book has been sent off to my trusty editor for one final proof read. I’m launching on 25 June with a cover reveal blog tour, in conjunction with Brook Cottage Books, which will run from 25 to 29 June.
Later on in July I shall be launching the Kindle version, which will also involve a blog tour in conjunction with Brook Cottage Books. I’m really tempted to give you a sneak-peak of the cover, but that would spoil the impact, and indeed, defeat the object of the cover reveal.
What I will do though, is during the week leading up to launch day, I will have a free Kindle promo giveaway of my only current surviving book, Universal Law, An Idiot’s Guide. I may have mentioned before, or you may have noticed that I have unpublished all my other books, except for this one. The reason being, that they no longer represent who I am today. The only reason Universal Law survives is because it does not pretend to be definitive in any way, and would have really helped me when I first started to awaken at the turn of the Millennium. So, even though it also is not representative of who I am today, I still think that it has a place and serves a purpose.
See you soon!
Happy days everyone; wishing all my readers and followers good health and happiness. I’ve been quiet on here lately as I’ve been balancing my day job with my fatigue and publishing my latest book. The good news is, that not only is my manuscript finished, but I have also finished the formatting process. I now have a completed interior. So, I’m in the process of deciding which, out of two, publishing platforms to use; do I go with the devil I know, or do I try something different? I’m also about to engage the services a professional cover designer.
I’m sure that Eyesight To The Blind will actually be available sometime between early and mid-June. However, I may well hold back on an official launch until July, so that I can get some marketing in place.
I have also now unpublished The Amazing Journey. The reason for this is that it was essential for the flow and accuracy of the story in Eyesight To The Blind, that I touched on a few things from prior publications. Hence, I didn’t think it appropriate to have both books available at the same time. I have also unpublished From Logic To Enlightenment for the same reasons. But don’t think that I have simply stuck two old books together to make one new one. I have never written in such detail before about my experiences and life in general. So, if I hadn’t mentioned certain things, there would have been gaps in the story. Unless there are any changes, the page count for Eyesight is 287.
I hope you are all well!
I think the utter craziness of my life can be summed up via the events of the two trips to Copenhagen I made back in 2004. It first came about because I was working one night at a spiritualist church in Oxfordshire; this was during July 2003 before I moved to Wales. There was a Danish lady, Annie, in the congregation whose company had an office in Oxford and she was temporarily assigned to that office. She approached me after the event and asked if I could go to her house and do some private work. We arranged a date, and one Saturday morning I ventured over to Oxford. We ended up doing meditation and healing, as well as the private reading. She asked if I could do the same for a friend who would be visiting, and we arranged that I would go back within the coming weeks. The ladies explained that they had engaged the services, on many occasions, of a lady medium from England to go to Copenhagen and carry out private readings etc. At the time this sort of thing wasn’t very common in Denmark. They went on to explain that the lady was now getting older and she found it quite difficult to make the trip, so would I be interested in going. I didn’t need asking twice, and it was arranged that I would go to Copenhagen during the first week of March 2004; you may recall my snow shenanigans? Well, I made the second journey roughly six weeks later. Annie was back in Denmark by this time and I stayed in the basement flat of her amazing house for the duration of both trips.
The crazy thing was that I was just a bloke who was technically homeless (I had to leave the Court of Circles and at this point there was no caravan in place at Keith’s mum and step-dad’s place) and I virtually didn’t have a bean to my name. Many of my clients in Copenhagen however, lived in a world that I could only dream of. One man owned a management training company and a publishing company. Annie’s friend, who I did the reading for, had some sort of high-powered job and another lady was a director of one of the largest recruitment consultancies in Denmark. During a break in the workshop I ran during my first trip, I was chatting to a lady who casually informed me that she was a lawyer at the EU Headquarters in Brussels, and her day job was as a lobbyist at the Court of Human Rights AND, she had come home specially for the weekend so that she could attend my workshop with her mother. Annie herself was a director of a big company and has extensive experience in clinical Oncology. She has since changed jobs, but to give you an idea of the kind of work she does, during my second trip, she got up one morning at “silly o’clock”, drove to Copenhagen Airport and caught a flight to London Heathrow. She then got a taxi to Oxford and attended a two-hour meeting; after which, she took a taxi back to Heathrow and caught a flight to Copenhagen. She got back home at 11:00pm that night; and these people were coming to ME for guidance? You most certainly couldn’t make it up. To quote Madness, it was..well.. “Madness”.
Well, I almost completely forgot about this little item that I wanted to share with you. A combination of trying to manage my Chronic Fatigue and working on the book are the reasons for this. Oh, by the way, I’m now on chapter 20 and I think that 21 will just about finish it off. As you may probably recall, I used the “Who Am I?” series of posts as a blueprint for the book, but I didn’t realise how bad some of my writing was in those posts until I started working on the main project, sorry about that peeps! As things stand we are still looking at a June release for Eyesight To The Blind, but I’m not going to rush this one, so if it turns out be later; then so be it.
Anyway, back to the main subject of this post. It concerns my ordination day. The venue at Stoke Gifford was a spiritualist church that I’d served for a few years. But due to the church changing hands, closing and then opening again, it must have been a good ten years since I’d been there. Me being me, I had an idea in my head as to where the venue was, but I didn’t bother to refresh my memory before the big day came. As a result of my very typical behaviour, it wasn’t until I left the M4 motorway and was driving down the exit road to the traffic lights and roundabout, that I realised that I couldn’t remember if I took the left or right-hand lane. Certain indicators told me that I took the right-hand lane; that part of my memory returned, but as I approached the roundabout I then realised that there was something akin to a “spaghetti junction” of lanes going around the aforementioned roundabout, and I simply didn’t have a clue which one I was meant to take.
I pointed the car in the general direction of “in front” as I drove onto the roundabout and its four traffic lanes. At some point the lanes split into 2 x 2, as opposed to 1 x 4, and at the point where they split they were separated by a stretch of tarmac clearly marked as a “no, no” for motorists to drive over. If you were in the wrong lane, tough! You had to go all the way round the roundabout again and have another go at getting it right. I realised that I didn’t have a clue where I was going, and then I noticed I was indeed in the wrong lane. As my car then drove over the area of tarmac which was not for driving over, I realised that even though my hands were on the steering wheel, it wasn’t me that was driving the car; a higher power just seemed to take over.
As the car changed lanes I expected to hear other motorists tooting their horns like crazy at me. But when I glanced around, there was not one single car to be seen anywhere; I had the roundabout all to myself. I was then further relieved when I looked up to see a signpost that said, “Stoke Gifford”. Great! At least I was on the right track.
Then it occurred to me that in the years since I’d driven this way, there had been major changes to the road layout, and Stoke Gifford wasn’t exactly prominently signposted. It was dark anyway, which didn’t help, but I really didn’t have a clue. Every time I came to a junction or roundabout the car just automatically took the right route. It was only when I saw a familiar landmark that I seemed to have the wheel again, and I arrived at my destination with plenty of time to spare.
Incredible as it seems… I wasn’t even surprised…