A Play On Words


heal the world2The word “sin” comes from the Greek, and simply means, “to miss the point”. This is another example of how the church, being man-made, can take something that is completely innocent, turn it into something that it is not and then use it to frighten the life out of the naive and fearful. I have felt for quite some time that sin simply refers to any practice that diverts us from our spiritual pathway. It is the church that has created the demonic definition of this word that is widely understood today.

Since I am no longer the same person who concluded my definition of sin, as stated above, I now feel that even though this may be true on one level, it actually goes much deeper. My conclusion now is that if there is such a thing as sin it is simply our failure to recognize the magnificence of our own being.

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Synchronicities; don’t you just love ’em


BlackburnSynchronicities never fail to amaze me and I’m going to share with you one such synchronicity that occurred in the last week. I had been visiting a friend in Swindon for a couple of days, and just prior to setting off on the journey home, my friend and I had a brief conversation about my nephew, Steve. However, before I carry on it will be necessary for me to give you some background information.

Stephen was my older brother’s second child, but the first by his then wife; and also his first and only boy. Steve and I had a magical relationship when he was young. But for reasons that are not relevant to this story his childhood was neither stable nor happy. We continued to be close and then in 1976 I joined the army. We saw each other sporadically whilst I was in the army, and it was apparent to me during my visits, that his living conditions were less than ideal. The army, however, was not for me and having bought myself out just before Christmas in 1979, I went off to work in Germany in March 1980. By the time I came back to England in 1986 Steve was a teenager and into drugs. I was quite disturbed by what I saw; mainly the changes in him, but I had no idea back then as to what would eventually transpire. I had also gone through a drug period but I’d never taken anything serious and I was quite saddened by how my nephew had evolved from a beautiful baby smiling up at me from his pram, into someone I didn’t even recognise.

Now it is also worth mentioning here that I was always considered to be a bit of an oddball in the family. The Holmes’ have never been that close anyway, and as time has gone by, it’s now reached the stage where I have no contact at all with any remaining family members. It was difficult enough before, but once I found my spiritual pathway I was considered to be even more of an oddball. Steve was always my closest ally, but in the mid 1990’s things changed drastically. He had a promising career as a footballer and was on a Youth Training Scheme at Blackburn Rovers, who at the time were in the second tier of English football. He even played twice for the first team, but having been caught with drugs outside a night club in Blackburn, they let him go. He then returned to London where he drifted from club to club in non-league football, playing for some famous old clubs along the way. Then in an effort to get away from the London drug scene he moved down to Swindon, which is where I was living at the time; my mother was also living there. It turned out to be a bit of a disaster, because all he did then was swap the London drug scene for the Swindon drug scene. During this period he was playing for Marlow Town, another famous old non-league club; he even appeared on BBC Match Of The Day once, after Marlow had been drawn against Plymouth Argyle in the FA Cup. At one point things seemed to be going well. I thought he was off the drugs; he was getting paid by Marlow and also had a full-time job. He met a girl and they ended up having a wonderful Christmas baby. However, things took a dive just prior to the baby being born.

Steve broke his leg playing football and was never the same again. He did recover but he was not able to play to the same standard. I had no idea that he was still heavily into drugs until 1996 when things came to a head. He had a serious mental breakdown and ended up in a place called Seymour Clinic, a well-known Swindon mental institution. It was an awful depressing place, which I am happy to say no longer exists; in recent years it has been replaced by a more modern facility. Over the next few years he would periodically find himself in Seymour Clinic and another similar establishment, not always on a voluntary basis.

During this period he fell into the clutches of a Swindon based Christian Fundamentalist group that had a reputation for preying on vulnerable people; with a mental illness Steve was an ideal candidate. As a few more years passed by Steve relapsed into his illness a number of times. Also, because of all the medication he was on, his weight ballooned and he became very disheveled; a shadow of the athletic young man he’d been just a few years prior. Unfortunately, when I found my spiritual pathway he decided that I was “in league with Satan” and we ceased to have regular contact. In 2003 I moved to Wales, but when my mother became ill in 2005 I moved back to Swindon. I saw Steve sporadically during this period but since my mother’s funeral in May 2009 I had bumped into him just once, one evening in a shop in Swindon, whilst on a visit to the same friend I mentioned at the beginning of this story.

Steve lives a very short walking distance from my friend, and she was telling me that she had seen him a couple of times recently from a distance, and had indeed seen him that morning whilst on a trip into town. We both agreed that for all his troubles and faults, he had done a fantastic job with his son. The relationship with the child’s mother had broken up back in the 1990’s but Steve was a doting father and he made every effort to support his son over the years. My friend and I agreed that he had learned wisely from his own childhood experiences and had done his son proud.

Soon after we finished our conversation I said my goodbyes and set off on my journey home. I had only driven a very short distance when I saw an unmistakable figure, yes it was Steve. My first reaction was just to carry on with my journey, as I had no way of knowing how he would react to me. But something told me to drive up to the end of the road, go around the roundabout and come back. This I did, and as I drove past him again I tooted the car horn and noted that he recognised me straight away. I took the first right and pulled over by a bus stop. Steve was really glad to see me, he jumped in the car and I drove around to where he lived. We only had a short chat in the car but during the course of our discussion he told me that he was now working full-time with???? Yes, you’ve guessed it, people with mental health problems. I was so pleased for him; it’s the first proper full-time job he has had in some years.

I could see the face of a man racked with guilt, pain and sadness because of the past. He is obviously still in a great deal of pain because of what he experienced when he was growing up, and I’m sure that was behind him going off the rails. It is also apparent that he feels a lot of guilt for the way he has conducted himself over the years and let his life go the way that it did. But it was great to chat with him and I felt the connection there once again, albeit briefly, and I was happy to be able to give him encouragement. He was also pleased for me with what I am doing and he took my telephone number. I am still waiting for a call, but it has only been just over a week. Synchronicities eh! Don’t you just love ’em?

More Insight Into Spiritual Stuff


I remember when I first started to develop spiritually.  I was still in quite a dark place and didn’t have the understanding that I have now.  It was whilst I was off work with an acute stress related illness that I started doing my own version of meditation; and looking back, I suppose it was right for me at the time.  I had been going to a local spiritualist church in Swindon, where I was living at the time, on and off for a number of years, but unfortunately, I only ever felt despair and frustration with this church and the religion it represented.  My period of illness actually turned out to be a time of great reflection and “seed planting”; the fruits of which I am now benefiting from.  Now before I go any further I should just explain that this article DOES have a meaning and purpose, and I’m sharing my experiences so that others may also learn from them.

As humans we always want the spectacular; if it ain’t got knobs on we don’t want it.  Unfortunately, the same can be said for the spiritual pathway in the early stages of development.  I remember that I used to go to the “open circle” up at the church.  We would do meditation guided by the circle leader, and I could never do it.  Whilst others seemed to have weird and wonderful experiences seeing all kinds of amazing things, I just drew a blank.  I think I may even have invented the odd “experience” or two just so as not to feel left out.  But, as I have said, I didn’t have the understanding that I have now so I remained frustrated in my ignorance; because I wasn’t seeing crystal caves and Native American Indians I believed I couldn’t do it.  What I didn’t realise was that these establishments are always rife with “barrack room mediums” people who have never quite made it as mediums and like to be a big fish in a small sea.  So I would listen to these people relating all their “incredible” experiences and think that they were something special.  However, I persevered with my own version and also started to read a bit and this proved to be an adequate stepping stone.

When I first started communicating with spirit I would occasionally have a friend round and they would let me experiment.  I remember back in those early days (around the year 2000) I would see the transfiguration of the spirit face onto my friends’ faces and I would also on occasion hear crystal clear telepathic voice communication.  When I eventually met my mentors my awareness just exploded out of nowhere and I developed very quickly.  Indeed, within nine months I stood up for the first time in public to demonstrate mediumship, and within 17 months I was out on my own.  When you experience this kind of thing for the first time, it’s very easy to get carried away with it all.  When you see and hear clearly and vividly you think that you have hit the heights.  But now it’s time to explode the myths and share with you why a lot of people come unstuck.

The reason that things seem so clear and vivid in the early stages is because the energies we are communicating with are on a level of the astral plains where the rate of vibration is not that much higher than it is within the Earth dimension.  Because we ourselves are not that highly developed at this stage it doesn’t take much to forge a link with this particular realm.  Unfortunately, what many learn the hard way is that this level of the astral planes houses many mischievous discarnate souls who like to play tricks on us incarnate souls.  They also attach themselves to the auras of unsuspecting incarnate humans and cause all sorts of problems.  It is very easy to fall into this trap because you are very obviously communicating with spirit, there is no doubt about this whatsoever.  But there are many misguided would-be mediums and psychics out there who believe that, just because you get a communication from the astral planes, it is gospel and set in stone; the reality is that nothing could be further from the truth.  This is why it is so important to have good, experienced and disciplined teachers who will impart their wisdom and sense of discipline to you.  I’ve even known mediums to work whilst drinking alcohol; that is an absolute no-no, in fact it’s suicidal; rather like trying to put a fire out with a can of petrol.  All alcohol does is dull your senses, make you lose your discipline and allows mischievous souls to home in on you.  Whilst it’s true to say that at that level you can see fantastic images and hear crystal clear voices, it’s not a place where those who are pure of intention would wish to dwell; which brings me to the crux of this post.

It’s very common for budding mediums to think that they are losing it because their clairvoyant images suddenly don’t seem vivid, if at all they have any.  Also, they may suddenly find that their clairaudience seems to have stopped working.  What this quite often means, in fact, is that the person has grown in spiritual awareness; and I shall use a simple analogy to explain.  Cast your mind back to when you were in the final year of the infants school; you were one of the big kids in the playground.  Then you find yourself in the first year of the juniors; you’ve been promoted, but all of a sudden you are no longer the big kid.  You are scared because you have gone from being big kid to little kid, and it takes a bit of time for you to feel your way around and find your feet.  Well, it’s the same principle with spiritual growth.  As we move to higher levels we leave lower levels behind.  As we are making the transition from one level to another the clairvoyance may well disappear or at least seem unclear.

Some people become firmly fixed at the first stage, unable to let go and move on.  These are the people you encounter who are always trying to force a message onto you, who are always saying they’re seeing incredible things and are in constant communication with their “guides” who also have weird and wonderful names.

In truth mediumship and all things psychic are simply one of many, many facets of the Self.  There is no one on the planet who is not a medium, because we are all, in essence, eternal beings of light, Divine manifestations of God with no limitations except those we impose on ourselves.  From a personal perspective, I am neither a new ager or a spiritualist; I am simply a soul on a mission, a messenger, witness to the Divine play we call life.  I view mediumship in the same way I view making a cup of tea, or tying my shoelaces; it’s just something I do from time to time because it’s a part of who I am.  So in the same way that on occasion I have to make a cup of tea or tie my shoelaces, so do I also have occasion to work as a medium.

Remember, hands that serve are holier than lips that pray.  It matters not what you do, as long as what you do benefits the human race in some way; all work is sacred.  God bless.