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?