Angels Ate My Hamster


A ridiculous statement if ever there was one; everyone knows that angels are vegetarian.  But I felt prompted to write this blog post because there is so much spoken and written about angels that simply isn’t true, therefore what does it matter if I pretended I had a hamster and some nasty angels ate it?

What I’m about to write is my understanding…OK?  It may not be set in stone and I’m not saying it’s definitive; but hey, I think it makes more sense than some of the drivel I’ve heard over the years.

Firstly, we need to understand that angels are beings of light, they have been created by God of a very fine, light and high vibration.  They are super conscious beings; and the realms where they exist are beyond the comprehension of human intelligence.  Like us humans they are parts of the whole that we call God; they are particles of light in the wondrous tapestry of creation.  Now there are so many people going around these days claiming to communicate with angels, in fact I was talking to someone a few weeks back who told me they had been nominated for the title of ”angel expert”.  How on earth does someone become an expert in a subject that is beyond the scope of the human mind?

Now I am the first to admit that I wrote a trilogy called ”Angelic Wisdom”;  but I acknowledge that it wasn’t because I am some super evolved being and I was able to expand my consciousness out to the angelic realms.  Far from it; I have simply been blessed with some pretty decent angelic mates who lowered their vibration down to my level and worked with me in a very basic way so that I was able to understand.  What I would like to know is, where do these people who write all these angel books get their information from and why do a large chunk of the people who claim to communicate with angels develop huge egos and a stance that gushes ”I’ve got access to information that you haven’t therefore I’m better than you”.  OK, so let’s explode some myths.

Dark or fallen angels; do they exist?  I don’t know whether to laugh or cry at this one.  Of course they don’t; never have and never will.  Angels are beyond human failings; they were created in such a way that they do not experience emotions such as fear, anger, greed, jealousy, desire, resentment and anything else that you can think of that could be described as dark.  Why would beings of pure unsullied love and light, with wisdom beyond our wildest dreams and whose only desire is to serve, want anything other than that?  It simply doesn’t make sense.  Why?  Because it is nothing more than myth that’s why.  Myth that took seed thousands of years ago and, thanks to human fantasy, got developed over time.

So what about all these weird and wonderful names; and the business of wings?  OK, lets deal with the wings first.  They have wings simply because humans expect them too.  Whenever a human sees an angelic manifestation the angel always shows itself with wings.  This is simply to take into account the human belief system.  The logical mind demands tangibility; therefore the observer sees wings and thinks ”angel”.  The angels manifest in this was also to alleviate any fear that may be present in their human friend.  Think about it?  You see a little fella with horns and a tail holding a fork, you run a mile; you see a manifestaion of pure love with wings and it’s sure to have the effect of a lullaby.  So, in other words no they don’t really have wings.  As for all the names; do we really think that there is, lets say, Angel Nester, sitting at home thinking ”now I wish Raphael would hurry up and come home, his dinner’ll get ruined; I wonder what time he’ll be here”.  To simplify matters, angels are nameless and formless beings of light; they do not need the trivia of names to communicate with each other.    They simply ”know”.  Their powers of thought and telepathy are immense; and as I have stated already, all things angelic are beyond human comprehension.  It’s only because they love us so much that they go along with the charade; they do not need everything to be put into its box and have a label.

Hope you’ve enjoyed this little post…. now where’s my hamster?

All Religion Is Man-Made Part Two


Since publishing my post All Religion Is Man-Made, I have been asked by a dear friend who regularly attends a Christian church if I am saying to people that you do not need to belong to an organised religious group, and do not need to visit establishments such as churches.  Essentially, I am saying “yes” to that.  However, I also realise that we are all individuals on a pathway of enlightenment, and we are all at different stages of our spiritual development; so it is for this reason that I will endevour to give further clarification.

God dwells within our physical bodies, our hearts; therefore our body is a temple (church) that we should respect and look after.  If God is constantly within, above, below and around us, why do we need to travel somewhere to embrace what we already have?  But having said that, there is no right or wrong in celebrating the Divine principle, or God, in any way that feels right to us as individuals.  So, whether you attend a church, a mosque, a temple or synagogue, as long as you are able to connect with your God in that place, as long as you enjoy the experience and as long as you enjoy the fellowship of other worshippers, then continue with this practice because it is right for you; and remember, wherever you are at this very moment in time is exactly where you need to be in accordance with God’s Divine plan.

The person who asked me that question is someone who is a particualarly sweet soul who shines their light wherever they go.  I will not mention the person by name because I do not want to embarrass them, but I will say this as I know they will read this post.  They need you in your church dear soul, God has put you there because you touch the hearts of those in need.  Continue to go to your church until your inner guidance tells you it is time to seek pastures new.

Much Love and Light.

All Religion Is Man-Made


I awoke this morning to the news of the terrible atrocities carried out yesterday in Norway, and as ever when something like this happens, I had great difficulty in getting my head around it all.  I always feel a kind of surreality about occurrences such as this; as I watched from the comfort of my living room (that I often complain about as being too small) I simply couldn’t comprehend the horror experienced first hand by all those concerned.  These awful deeds were apparently perpetrated by a Christian fundamentalist; which probably raised a few eyebrows, for in the West, with our tunnel vision and selective eyesight and hearing, we nearly always expect such perpetrators to be so-called Muslim fundamentalists.  But why should anyone be surprised that this atrocity was carried out by a right-wing Christian activist?  All this man did was confirm what has been known for a long time by all those who walk a pathway of light; that is, that ALL religion as we know it is man-made and has no place in modern-day spirituality.  For thousands of years humans have taken the names of various religions, that the early pioneers sweated blood to found, and have simply put their own stamp on them for the sake of their own egos and greed.

Not so long ago I was listening to a programme on the radio, it was one of those programmes where they invite a panel on to take part in a discussion.  Basically, one of the panel was a lady who was quite high up in the Christian church here in the UK and she was accusing Islam of being a political organisation; this it seemed was the crux of the discussion.  It was probably the only time I have been tempted to call into one of these phone-in type shows.  The lady in question came across as being nothing more than a racist bigot, and she was certainly not representative of me or any of my spiritual views.  Another panel member was a very polite and humble Muslim man from the North West of England who conducted himself with great humility.  It was suggested to him that his religion was a political organisation with a sinister hidden agenda.  I had to laugh, because you can’t get more political than Christianity; just ask any woman who has ever applied to become a priest.

But the purpose of this article is not to have a go at Christians per say; the purpose is actually two-fold.  Firstly, it serves as a reminder to the Western world that there are two sides to every coin.  It has almost become fashionable to assume that all Muslims are terrorists, when we forget that, apart from the man who carried out the slaughter in Norway, there are also organisations such as the Ku-Klux-Klan for example, who profess to be Christians and have been carrying out acts of atrocity for years.  Secondly, it also serves as a reminder to us all, regardless of which side of the fence we come from, of who we are NOT.

The true nature of human beings is that of love; but in this world of paradox it stands to reason that we will experience the opposite of who we are.  By experiencing who we are not we are able to know who we are and realise our true identity.  From time to time during human incarnation we most certainly will encounter that which makes us think and that which makes us feel uncomfortable; and it is in such moments that we are experiencing who we are not.  Anyway, back to religion.

Ultimately, it doesn’t matter which ”club” we join and which label we choose to stick on ourselves; we are all inter-connected.  I’ve said it before many times, and I’ll say it again, the beauty of the human race is its unity in diversity.  On the surface we are all different colours, races and creeds…. and yes… religions.  We are all different shapes and sizes, but underneath we are all Divine spirit.  That is the pure, unsullied beauty of it all; no matter what anyone does to try to separate themselves from the caste of humanity, any such separation will only ever be a figment of the imagination.  I’m going to finish by reproducing a section of a discourse by Sri Sathya Sai Baba that I’ve taken from the February 2002 edition of the ashram magazine Sanathana Sarathi.

WHAT DOES RELIGION MEAN

Religion today has been rendered meaningless and valueless by all kinds of misinterpretations given by sectarian and perverse exponents.  The basic meaning of religion is to lead man to his source.  The word “religion” consists of two parts: “re” meaning “again” and ”ligio” meaning ”to come together”.  That is to say, ”reuniting with God is religion”.  People consider religion as a bundle of do’s and dont’s to be followed strictly.  This is totally wrong.  The sacred aim of religion is to remind man of his Divine origin and help him to reunite with God.

~ Baba

A Day Like No Other


This is a day that is like no other. This is a moment in which you can make great things happen.

This is a world full of challenge and opportunity. This is a life that’s overflowing with possibilities.

This is your chance to make a real, positive difference. This is the time that is yours to fully live.

This is reality, and it is filled with promise. This is when you can begin to make your most treasured dreams real.

This is the place where your choices have brought you. This is your first step toward the best you can imagine.

This moment, this world, this life that you’re in can be whatever you decide to make of it. This is your reminder to make it great.

— Ralph Marston

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This Is The Story Of Edgar Bergen, The World’s Greatest Ventriloquist.


Once there lived in Decatur, Illinois, a boy who was deeply interested in photography.  He carefully saved his money to buy a certain book and happily he ordered it.  The publisher, however, made a mistake in his order and instead of sending the book on photography, he sent a book on ventriloquism.  This boy was not interested in ventriloquism.  In fact, he did not even know what it was.

He didn’t know he could send the book back and probably he didn’t have the money for postage, anyway.  He could have put the book aside and nursed his disappointment.  Instead, he began reading it and he became interested.  He learned to throw his voice and eventually got a wooden dummy which he named, Charlie McCarthy.  Out of disappointment, Edgar Bergen built a great career.

Now here lies a question:  Was it a mistake of the publisher or was it the providential hand of the Universe that he was sent the wrong book?  Who can say?  And in the face of our disappointments, before we resign ourselves to hopeless despair, let us ask, “Is this disappointment the Universe’s appointment?”

My revamped edition of Angelic Wisdom will be available soon as an ebook on Amazon Kindle $8.99

Magnolias – A Heart Warming Story


I spent the week before my daughter’s June wedding running last-minute trips to the caterer, florist, tuxedo shop, and the church about forty miles away.  As happy as I was that Patsy was marrying a good Christian young man, I felt laden with responsibilities as I watched my budget dwindle.  So many details, so many bills, and so little time.  My son Jack was away at college, but he said he would be there to walk his younger sister down the aisle, taking the place of his dad who had died a few years before. He teased Patsy, saying he’d wanted to give her away since she was about three years old!  To save money, I gathered blossoms from
several friends who had large magnolia trees. Their luscious, creamy-white
blooms and slick green leaves would make beautiful arrangements against the rich dark wood inside the church.

After the rehearsal dinner the night before the wedding, we banked the podium area and choir loft with magnolias. As we left just before midnight, I felt tired but satisfied this would be the best wedding any bride had ever had! The music, the ceremony, the reception – and especially the flowers – would be remembered for years.

The big day arrived – the busiest day of my life – and while her bridesmaids helped Patsy to dress, her fiancé Tim walked with me to the sanctuary to do a final check. When we opened the door and felt a rush of hot air, I almost fainted; and then I saw them – all the beautiful white flowers were black. Funeral black. An electrical storm during the night had knocked out the air conditioning system, and on that hot summer day, the flowers had wilted and died.  I panicked, knowing I didn’t have time to drive back to our hometown, gather more flowers, and return in time for the wedding.  Tim turned to me.
‘Edna, can you get more flowers?  I’ll throw away these dead ones and put fresh flowers in these arrangements.’  I mumbled, ‘Sure,’ as he be-bopped down the
hall to put on his cuff links.

Alone in the large sanctuary, I looked up at the dark wooden beams in the arched ceiling. ‘Lord,’ I prayed, ‘please help me. I don’t know anyone in this town. Help me find someone willing to give me flowers – in a hurry!’  I scurried out praying for four things: the blessing of white magnolias, courage to find them in an unfamiliar yard, safety from any dog that may bite my leg, and a nice person who would not get out a shotgun when I asked to cut his tree to shreds.  As I left the church, I saw magnolia trees in the distance. I approached a house…  No
dog in sight. I knocked on the door and an older man answered. So far so good.
No shotgun. When I stated my plea the man beamed, ‘I’d be happy to!’

He climbed a stepladder and cut large boughs and handed them down to me. Minutes later, as I lifted the last armload into my car trunk, I said, ‘Sir, you’ve made the mother of a bride happy today.  No, Ma’am,’ he said. ‘You don’t understand what’s happening here.’  ‘What?’ I asked.  ‘You see, my wife of sixty-seven years died on Monday. On Tuesday I received friends at the funeral home, and on Wednesday… He paused. I saw tears welling up in his eyes. ‘On Wednesday I buried her.’ He looked away. ‘On Thursday most of my out-of-town relatives went back home, and on Friday – yesterday – my children left.’  I nodded.  ‘This morning,’ he continued, ‘I was sitting in my den crying out loud.
I miss her so much. For the last sixteen years, as her health got worse, she
needed me. But now nobody needs me. This morning I cried, ‘Who needs an
eighty-six-year-old worn-out man? Nobody!’ I began to cry louder. ‘Nobody needs me!’ About that time, you knocked, and said, ‘Sir, I need you.’

I stood with my mouth open.  He asked, ‘Are you an angel? The way the light shone around your head into my dark living room.’  I assured him
I was no angel.  He smiled. ‘Do you know what I was thinking when I handed you those magnolias?’  ‘No.’  ‘I decided I’m needed. My flowers are needed. Why, I might have a flower ministry!  I could give them to everyone! Some caskets at the funeral home have no flowers. People need flowers at times like that and I have lots of them.  They’re all over the backyard! I can give them to hospitals, churches – all sorts of places.

You know what I’m going to do?  I’m going to serve the Lord until the day He
calls me home!’  I drove back to the church, filled with wonder. On Patsy’s wedding day, if anyone had asked me to encourage someone who was hurting, I would have said, ‘Forget it! It’s my only daughter’s wedding, for goodness’ sake! There is no way I can minister to anyone today.’  But God found a way.
Through dead flowers.  ‘Life is not the way it’s supposed to be. It’s the way it is. The way you cope with it is what makes the difference.’

May God’s blessings be upon you.

Edna Ellison

The Smallest Changes


The smallest changes can make the biggest difference. Because the smallest changes are the ones you can repeat over and over again.

The once-in-a-lifetime events are indeed impressive, and they certainly command your attention. Yet the routine, once-a-day actions can have a far greater impact because they are done again and again.

Every few seconds, for example, you take a breath of air, and rarely do you ever even think about doing it. Yet this small, regularly repeated action literally sustains your life and makes all your other activities possible.

When you want to make it big, think small. Find the small, easily accomplished actions that will steadily take you to your most ambitious goals.

The biggest problems will almost always yield to the smallest changes. Because the smallest changes can be overwhelmingly relentless, like tiny drops of rain wearing away the most massive boulder.

When you seek a big result, start with the small changes. They are the ones that will most reliably get you there.

Ralph Marston

Sai Humour


I am going to share with you a couple of incidents that prove that Sri Sathya Sai Baba really does know everything about us, including every single thought we have before we even think it.  Notice also that I say ”does know” and not ”did know”, because even though Swami is no longer with us in physical form his Omnipresence is as strong as ever.

The first incident is one I have spoken of many times before and also mentioned in my book, Astral Travelling, The Avatar and Me; the reason I continue to mention this particular incident is because I find it so highly amusing.  It concerns an American devotee, who knowing that Swami does not encourage the consumption of alcohol, succumbed to the badgering of his work colleagues and allowed himself to be persuaded to go for a ”few beers” after work on a number of occasions.  He was blessed to receive the call to travel to Baba’s ashram, Prashanthi Nilayam, and even more blessed to be called in for a private group interview along with a number of other devotees.  But as he entered the interview room, little did the American realise that he was moments away from the embarrassment of his life.  As everyone sat in Swami’s presence, in great anticipation; out of the blue and in front of the entire group, Baba suddenly pointed at him and exclaimed ”look at him, Heineken here, Heineken there!”

The second incident has only recently come to my attention but it is equally humerous.  In his book, From Where Did You Come, Charles P DiFazio relates this wonderful story about two American ladies, Lynne and Linda, who out of their craving for nicotine, also fell foul of one of Swami’s pranks.  The ladies had attended darshan at Baba’s ashram in the mountain retreat of Kodaikanal.  Swami liked the cooler climate at Kodai and would visit when he wanted a break from the fierce heat of Puttaparthi.  After darshan the two ladies were gasping for a cigarette, and as smoking is strictly forbidden on the ashram, they went into the village and purchased a packet of cigarettes from a kiosk.  They were standing on the street puffing away when all of a sudden a great excitement filled the air.  They realised that this could only mean one thing; Swami’s car was coming.  They quickly stubbed out their cigarettes and joined the throngs lining the streets waiting for Swami to drive past.

A short time elapsed and a bus carrying Baba’s students slowly drove past; following immediately behind was Baba.  As the car went past, Swami leant out of the window, and with an impish grin on his face, put his middle and forefingers to his mouth and simulated a puffing action.

There are literally thousands of such incidents that have occurred over the years, and as I write I feel compelled to share just one more example of how Baba used humour with great effect in order to demonstrate spiritual lessons.

In the days when Puttarparthi was still a tiny hamlet and Baba was but a mere child he would teach all the other kids in the village devotional songs, and lead them in the singing.  The kids loved Baba; especially so, because from a very early age he would materialize books, pencils and sweets for them out of thin air.

Little Sathya knew that one of the prominent figures in the village was corrupt.  So he taught the other children a song that exposed the man’s crooked activities.  he told the children to follow the man around every where he went and taunt him with this song.  This they did with great delight.  In the end the man couldn’t take anymore so he went to Baba, who was but a child himself, and pleaded with him for the taunting to stop.  Baba made the man promise to change his ways; and only then did he instruct the other kids to leave him alone.

Wonderful!  The beauty is that there is a bottomless pit of stories such as these.

When The Curtain Comes Down


Everyone has to make his exit some day;

that movement should not be a moment of angish;

one should depart gracefully,

With a smile and a bow.

Baba