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In my yoga asana teaching, I often talk to my class about ‘finding the balance between effort and ease’ – the wu wei of yoga.  I have been thinking (probably inspired by the energies of Libra, in whose sign the Sun now falls) that this practice is not only positive on the mat, but it is also a stress-free way to live off the mat.

In Libra, finding the balance is thematic. So here is my reminder – to self as much as you, who may be reading this, on how to find the sweet spot, the middle way, the path of least resistance perhaps, the fulcrum between effort and ease, in your life.

In yoga practice, or any physical activity, our muscles, bones, heart, blood and breath tell us when we are over-reaching ourselves, when we are going beyond the bounds of comfort and appropriate challenge into pain and possible injury. Often we neglect to listen to the wisdom of our bodies and pull back, don’t stretch quite as far, don’t run as far or fast as the ego is pushing for.  The mind, oftentimes is the dictator.  But to listen to our bodies, subtle as their messages and their promptings may be, is wisdom and cultivating it underpins the entire practice of yoga asana. The same applies to whatever physical activity you do. Whether it is running, swimming, playing tennis, even walking.  Listen to your body whenever you are doing things with it.  The body loves to move with ease. It was designed to move with ease and to be free of dis-ease.  Not only do many of us move without awareness, but we breathe, rest and eat the same way.  Our dietary choices have a huge bearing on how at ease, how dis-ease free our bodies are.  Let they food by thy medicine and thy medicine be thy food Hippocrates counseled many centuries ago.  His advice is perhaps even more relevant today in an increasingly toxic world. When we make the effort to educate ourselves, to understand fully exactly what our bodies need to feel nourished, energetic, rested and well – then we find we can live move and breathe, with ease.

We all know the consequences of not listening to our bodies and ended up injured. But I am sure you have had episodes of pain and injury that seemingly occurred through absolutely no fault of your own.  Perhaps.

And perhaps not.  I personally believe everything that occurs on a physical level has its origins in the metaphysical. Wrong thinking can cause injury as surely as wrong practice.  To probe for causes is, as often as not, a futile exercise.  A better use of energy, when we find ourselves injured and confused about ‘what we did’ is to work on acceptance.  Acceptance is letting go by another name.  We let go of all self-recrimination, regret, guilt, fear, frustration when we accept that it just is. The effort here is the one it takes to actively accept. Strangely, letting go and accepting is not as passive as it sounds.  It is human nature to beat ourselves us, to feel impatient and frustrated when our lifestyle alters because we have an injury.  It takes some mental and emotional effort, some discipline, to put aside all of the thoughts and feelings around the pain or injury and just go with it.  When we are able to the charge is taken out of the situation and there is a newfound feeling of ease.  The act of letting go and accepting is an act of faith. We trust the body, with its infinite intelligence will deal with our healing.  Our job is to assist it in this.  A little effort is required, but it is well worth it.

The body, mind and emotions are more intimately connected than is commonly known. (All three are intimately connected with the stars and the cosmos.  We literally embody our astrological blue print, our birth chart. Our facial features as well as our emotional temperament  are mapped in the chart).  We talked about the body, but how does the sweet spot of the middle way, the point between effort and ease apply in the world of our thoughts and feelings?  In the same way.  We consciously act (effort) to discipline ourselves to drop all self-defeating thoughts and their accompanying feelings. Remember, this whole life, everything in it, is a creation of consciousness.

And so, we create with our consciousness.  We stop using words and thoughts that weaken us.  Think about how negative our self-talk so often is.  We are not alone in this – the private little conversations we have with ourselves – justifying, judging, feeling sorry for ourselves, on and on it goes.  It becomes habitual. And then entrenched. Brain pathways form around such habits.  It can take real effort then, to change those habits. It has been said that karma is nothing more than habit. Yikes. We all like the idea of good karma coming our way in the future but meanwhile we are probably busily creating the opposite – in our endless self-condemnation, criticism (self and others), fearfulness, regret…..

And so we need to make an effort to change, to let go again. Let go of that inner critic, that inner fear-monger. And yes, you guessed it, when we do – we move along on the continuum to a place of greater ease. We come to the middle way, where we are able to take on challenges, encounter stress and through a conscious process of alchemy rise above them. In coming to ease we negate the potential for dis-ease. We move through our days with awareness and as we open up space within mind and heart we are free to choose joy, happiness and love, instead of the unconscious contractions of fear, doubt, impatience and regret.

We are all works in progress and it is not easy to live in this human form at this time in history.  Has it ever been any easier though?  This existence of ours is inherently precarious. We live in bodies designed to serve us for a while, like the new leaves I see budding forth around me (Spring – love it) whose time comes, all too soon, to fade, wither and die. All is finite. All is transient. When we can accept that with good grace, when we can accept the natural processes of transmutation of which we are a part, when we can accept all that comes to us as being in perfect accord with our destiny, while at the same time continue to do our best to honour and care for our bodies, to respect their wisdom and make the effort required to release all thoughts and emotions that do not serve – then our lives will be a sweet success.   No one is going to crack the whip for us, or force us to live this way. It is up to us, to find it ourselves – our own middle way, somewhere on the enigmatic road that runs from effort…… to ease.  But one thing is sure, when we do find it – we will know.








DEATH…comes unexpectedly. Those immortal words from the film Pollyanna no less, soaked into my brain at a tender age and I find myself coming back to them time and again.  Even more so now the years are unravelling faster than they ever have and, beat around no bush, I’m well past the half way mark. But hang on……is it really a matter of the number of years we live?


Not it seems, according to the philosophy of Marcus Aurelius, Roman emperor (AD 121-180).

Aurelius saw it this way:



“Even if you were destined to live three thousand years, or ten times that long, nevertheless remember that no one loses any life other than the one he lives, or lives any life other than the one he loses. It follows that the longest and the shortest lives are brought to the same state.  The present moment is equal for all; so what is passing is equal also; the loss therefore turns out to be the merest fragment of time.  No one can lose either the past or the future – how could anyone be deprived of what he does not possess?…….


Jolted is what I felt when I read that.  Yes!!  What brilliance I thought as I pondered the deeper truth Aurelius expressed so well.  We can only ever lose this one moment.  We have ALL lost yesterday. Or even this morning.  NONE of us have tomorrow yet. We are apportioned a tiny fragment of time, the present – and in this, we are all equal.  If we were to die today, we would lose exactly the same thing as everyone who doesn’t die today: a non-existent past and an equally immaterial future.


You may find yourself arguing ‘but what about the unlived life yet to come? What about the potential and promises of the future? – the children, grandchildren, the new relationship, the better job, the this and the that…  We surely lose all of that when we die.  If we die young – we must lose more of it.  More possibilities that is.  It is only when we are old and done that we don’t have anything in the future left to lose, surely – meaning it would be much better to die old.


It is a point, but not one of the higher philosophy.  As Aurelius says, we cannot be deprived of what we do not possess.  We do not possess those hopes and potentials. They are as insubstantial as moonlight. They are nothing. They do not exist.  Just as our past no longer exists. Everything we have experienced, achieved, enjoyed, endured, is nothing more than a collection of memories.  We probably have some stuff that denotes the achievements and acquisitions we have made alone the way. We may have children and see in them our brightest hope of any sort of legacy or continuance.  But coming back to you and your life, what of the past, of the life you have lived is really there anymore?


All that does exist is this sliver of a fragment of time we call the present moment.  And in this we are all equal.


In over five decades on the planet, have I made peace yet, I find myself asking, with the flip side of life? Do I truly live each day with awareness that death could come at any day, any moment? The philosophers tell us this awareness has the power to enhance our lives by making every moment matter. A moment can only matter when we absolutely get the fleeting nature, and therefore the preciousness of it.  If we forget to remember our moments they disappear, as moments do, in an unremarkable stream of nothingness.


My answer to the question is to try to make a habit of saying to myself as often as I remember, “this moment, this set of circumstances, this walk in the bush, this sky/sunset/moon rise will never ever happen, just like this, again in my life.”  Every moment is precious when you become conscious of it. Call it mindfulness. Or paying attention. Or just, noticing.  We need to notice our lives – before they have gone. Every day, give thanks for waking up to live another day. Gratitude is a neat way of bringing us into present moment awareness.  We cannot value and appreciate what we do not notice and the Buddhists tell us this life is valuable beyond measure. Strengthening this habit of present moment awareness then is my best response to idea of death coming unexpectedly. And there’s another positive; when we fully absorb the nearness of death, suddenly ageing doesn’t feel so bad. Who cares that another line has mysteriously appeared? What does it matter, when the whole shebang is going to disappear one day anyway.


Life, Alan Watts said, is just another word for change.  Change then is the nature of what we are doing here.  We are not living, we are changing.  Everything, from the molecules in your cells to the stars in the heavens, is in a state of flux. The momentum of change we see in the mirror and call ageing. The planet turns, season after season and in each return things have changed from the last time.  The feeling is different. We are older. Our life situation has shifted.  Nothing is as it was. Millions of the cells in our body have died. New ones have been born.


To live in awareness of the present is a relief, actually. It is not for no reason that our reflections on the past can give rise to nostalgia – literally, ‘pain of the past’.  We feel sad for what we have lost – for those happy-days-when-we-were-young-and-everything-seemed so-much-simpler.  A song from those times plays and instantly the feeling of the energy we knew then is evoked. We cannot capture it. It is like a passing cloud of fragrance. Here but not. And then gone. Leaving us a little more dissatisfied with where we are right now, with this moment. Grief is intensified nostalgia, longing for what was.


To live in awareness that every moment matters frees us too from the burden of the future.

The mind can only focus on one thing at a time generally. (Well, unless yours is like my son’s who can work at graphic design while listening to a podcast – I couldn’t).  If we immerse our consciousness in the experience of right now – there is little left over to tow us into worry and fear of what is to come.  There’s peace in that.  But how the mind loves to take us back and forwards. Past, doesn’t exist, future, doesn’t exist.  It is a ploy of the ego-mind to try to drive us crazy with fears and regrets (why it does is the topic of another essay). Ironically the ego’s very existence is dependent on the continuance of our physical selves, here and now – not in some imagined future.  And the truth is, it is only through our physical existence, right here and now, in this breath, this heartbeat, that we do truly exist.  All the rest is ephemeral, fantastical, nebulous – and other Neptunian words.


But, you may ask, what about the moments that suck? What about those all too frequent and unwelcome episodes of pain –  physical, mental, emotional?  We hardly want to dwell in those moments – let alone appreciate them.  My response is: we must do what we will (and need to do) in these moments.  There are times in life when we need some healthy pain relief – or escapism in whatever form to help us through our human-condition vulnerabilities.  But let us not discard our philosophy of being in the moment…….This too shall pass is a present moment awareness motto that has the power to offer comfort during in the bad times.  A higher sort might use it during the good times as well.


When we make every moment matter, we naturally make every encounter with our loved ones matter too.  We appreciate the fleeting nature of it all.  One day, perhaps very soon, we will lose this person from our lives. Remembering this reminds us to make every moment a kind one, a loving one.  If it is our own death that separates us, we’d like to be remembered for being kind and loving.  We’d like that to be our legacy. If our loved one goes first, we would like to know we loved them as best we could. There are then no regrets.


So when all is said and done, it is true, we only ever lose this one moment. Nothing else matters. The age we get to, the age another didn’t get to – is irrelevant.  We all lose the same thing – this fragment we call Now.  Let’s EnJOY it. Live it and Love it. This minute, this hour, this day, will never come again.


“It has been shown how the mind’s incessant movement creates the time-sense and retards one’s entry into the timeless Absolute…… Then, by overcoming this motion one should be able to overcome the tyranny of time.  The reverse of movement is stillness. The reverse of time is eternity……… One must seek therefore to cultivate the state of stillness, mental no less than physical, if one would conquer time. Consciousness as mentalized movement = time; Consciousness abiding in itself in a response as deep as that of a deep sea free from waves = eternity.”    (Paul Brunton)  

















 You are the awareness

There is No Normal Anymore


 “As soon as you’re born they make you feel small

By giving you no time instead of it all

Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school

They hate you if you’re clever and they despise a fool

Till you’re so fucking crazy you can’t follow their rules

When they’ve tortured and scared you for twenty-odd years

Then they expect you to pick a career

When you can’t really function you’re so full of fear

Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV

And you think you’re so clever and classless and free

But you’re still fucking peasants as far as I can see

There’s room at the top they are telling you still

But first you must learn how to smile as you kill

If you want to be like the folks on the hill.”

(John Lennon – ‘Working Class Hero’)



People – what is happening out there?

The craziness has been amped one hundred-fold. It is waaay beyond the point of concern. At least it is for anyone half awake to what is going on. Those not completely doped with – whatever mind-numbing device or substance, willingly administered or not. It’s a challenge indeed to find the words to express the enormity of the derangement of the collective psyche. For what else can it be?


We cannot help but subscribe to the ‘us and them’ mentality. Whether at the level of religious belief, of nationhood, or of the controllers – that is the authority figures and the elite that control them – and the rest of us. Always this divide. The schisms that once were have become monumental chasms, tearing apart the fabric of our society and it seems, our very humanity.


Like you, I have been reading on sites all over the net, advice and suggestions on how to survive this chaos. We are told to become more spiritual, to see beyond the propaganda, to disconnect from the common grid, to eat this, drink this – or don’t eat this or drink that. We are advised to do meditation, yoga, this or that therapy. Countless spiritual sorts (myself not excluded) are offering their services in astrology, numerology, tarot – whatever – in a quest to help others and find meaningful work for themselves both. How many of us are writing columns such as this as we attempt to make sense of it all?  We are inundated with new narratives to explain what is really going on. Of course there are conspiracies. Legions of them. If you haven’t got that by now – there’s nothing I can say.


All the spiritual, well intentioned advice is becoming tired. I’m sorry. But it is. Actually, a better word would be exhausted. It is exhausted from over-use. And paradoxically, despite all the words, it hasn’t got us very far. Am I sounding superior? I don’t mean to be. I do not mean to glide over the fact that we are all in different places and therefore one man’s spiritual food evokes another’s gag reflex.


Be that as it may – it seems crystal clear – we’re all still fucking peasants. (John Lennon was clearly a truth teller as well as a visionary). Why??? Why isn’t it working?? All our searching and learning and sharing and caring. Why do we still feel SO ineffectual – when we witness the atrocities going on in the world. And on another level, why are so many still so friggin’ apathetic?? I mean, WHAT WILL IT TAKE?? ….to wake up, that is. And while in question mode, why has the ‘them and us’ mentality gone from being an insidious under-current to an unspeakably consuming, technicolour, zoomed-in global horror story?


Watching the TV news on RT (the only station worth watching, given the western mainstream media is such a pathetic joke – its coverage of world events being in most cases 180 degrees away from anything resembling the truth) – I notice the despair that has been a constant companion these past few years has become something far far more worrying. It feels as if it is taking on literal embodiment. It is no longer ‘just an emotion’ – compassion, empathy, heart break, fear (chemtrails and the reason for them are very very scary) – I experience and then, eventually move on from. Now, it is a swamping grey overcoat I cannot take off. It weighs down body as well as soul.


As an astrologer – I look to the cosmos for clues. This insanity must have some astrological reference point. And it does.


Today, as a matter of fact (Nov 27) as I write, Saturn is making an exact square to Neptune in the heavens. What does this signify? Saturn is about form, structure, boundaries – and borders. Neptune is the opposite of that. It is about dissolution, transcendence, unity. Saturn isolates and defines, Neptune connects and blurs. Saturn is the physical structures of the material world, the controls and authorities we live under. Neptune the amorphous, ethereal, divine. It is spirit, however it manifests in this earthly realm. The square, or 90 degree aspect between these two celestial bodies indicates the coming together of these two distinctly different energy fields will (and does) generate tremendous stress and tension. The coming together of the square aspect has been building through much of the year and now it has peaked. The result is, on an individual level and a collective level, a spiritual crisis. (The two signs involved are Sagittarius and Pisces –both ‘spiritual’ signs.)   This is what we are seeing happening in world and very probably, it is what you are feeling within yourself. The old grey overcoat weighing me down to the point it feels positively visceral is a metaphor for the pressure of this misaligned energy that I am feeling. Neptune is creating brain fog. It feels like I’m living in a dream. Some days, a bad one. Or I’m walking through a swamp. There is a feeling the structures and routines that generally define daily life have been undermined. Everything has become blurred. What once seemed clearly to be black or white, is no longer so.


The day before yesterday a Russian fighter jet was shot down – allegedly because it was flying in Turkish airspace – momentarily (the Russian pilots deny this). Without going into any further conversation about who actually did shoot down the Russian plane, and on whose authority – for our purposes here it is not difficult to see a blatant metaphor being played out here, of the Saturn-Neptune square. There is confusion (which is Neptune) over borders (or airspace) (which is Saturn). Elsewhere in Europe the theme of borders has been playing out as the wars in the Middle East continue to escalate, causing millions to flee for their lives into countries they believe represent safety. Lately, for so many of these desperate people, the safety of new borders (Saturn) appearing more like a long-lost dream (Neptune) than reality. The clash of the two inducing nightmarish scenarios at border crossings and evoking impassioned and polarised citizens to march in opposition – or support.


There is no normal anymore. Definition and dissolution are at loggerheads. We have no choice comrades, but to engage in this chaos. To escape it is not the answer – though God knows we will try. We all have our particular favourite escapist ploys – for some it is unreality TV, sports, food, for others alcohol, drugs, sex. Even meditation and spiritual practice can be a means of escape. It’s a bugger, but the cosmos wont let us out of this one so easily. We will be compelled to recognize, if not act on, the opposite polarity. And, perversely, the ultimate purpose, if there is one, of this current energy signature is to release our attachment to polarity, to duality. We do this when we are able to integrate the two distinct energies and more often than not, this requires us to initially redirect our consciousness towards the less familiar or attractive polarity. That is, if we are too rigid, too caught up in boundaries, rules, limitations, outside authorities we will need to bend, to let go, to release, to embrace a more unified perspective, to think for ourselves and to act on our own imperatives. On the other hand, if we are too removed from the harsh realities of the material world, too fond of escaping into our own dream world, too unrealistic, too idealistic, then we will need to shift. We will need to be more disciplined, practical, pro-active. The winds of change have become hurricane force – we have no option but to adapt.


This is a time for purification and refinement and if we do not get it now, we have two more opportunities next year, as Saturn and Neptune meet up again in June and September. Part of the equation of this energetic dynamic is a deep questioning of our worldview, our belief systems and our personal goals. I wrote this article from exactly that place. Questioning long-held beliefs about right and wrong, about the nature of reality, of spirituality, of life itself. Are you doing the same? I’m picking yes. But there is one truth I will never doubt and that is the truth we are all one. We are fundamentally, deeply interconnected. Sadly, too many people on the planet at this time – believe otherwise. There is no other explanation for the manipulations, conspiracies, connivances and contrivances of the folks on the hill.


We must not lose hope however. And that is all I will say. Anything else could be hypocritical, as I am struggling right now with this classic Neptune-Saturn hit on my psyche – that is, my own rapidly diminishing hope for a better world.   Ah! But I then remember this and hold on to the thought that perhaps my thinking, my conscious can create a better reality:


In a Native American parable, the Creator gathers all the animal and says:

‘I want to hide something from humans until they are ready for it – the realisation

That they create their own reality.’


‘Give it to me. I’ll fly I to the Moon,’ says the eagle.


‘No, one day soon they will go there and find it’


‘How about the bottom of the ocean?’ asks the salmon.


‘No, they will find it there too’


‘I will bury it in the great plains,’ says the buffalo.


‘They will soon dig and find it there.’


‘Put it inside them,’ says the wise grandmother mole.


‘Done,’ says the Creator. ‘It is the last place they will look.’

(Native American Legend)




Linda George, New Zealand, is an astrologer/philosopher, writer, yoga teacher and student of esotericism. Contact her at:




This Precious Present


The Buddhists tell us that ‘being born as a human is highly unusual.’ It is, they say, a tremendous privilege and a most precious gift, this human life. One of the reasons it is so precious is that within all of us lies the potential for Buddhahood – or enlightenment. That is, the unobscured awareness of the true nature of this reality and this life.

Dharma, or the Buddhist path is a practice of removing the obstacles that cloud our awareness of this true nature. Can we find this path, walk this path – if we are not Buddhist or practitioners of any particular spiritual system?

Yes, it is my understanding and belief that we can find our own Dharma, walk our own path to enlightenment – which means freedom from suffering. And the way to begin is simply to pay attention!


Attention – to what? To life. It sounds so simple, and of course we know it is not. It requires time and self-discipline. But time is happening anyway, so we might as well do something positive with it. Our modern life is filled with so many distractions, so much activity, confusion, information. Most of the time our minds are filled with chatter and noise. Many of us are aware of the value and importance of meditation, yet how often do we begin the practice, only to let it slip sooner rather than later. Paying attention is simpler! You can do it anywhere, anytime.  I have noticed that so many people do not look around them. I was recently on a yacht in a beautiful part of the world – a new country in fact. Everything was fresh and new. Simply sitting on deck, feeling the gentle motion of the boat, the warm tropical air, was blissful. The sky was clear, the scenery interesting – other yachts around us, activity on the shore. Yet I observed that my travelling companion spent a good deal of time looking downwards, at her feet, at the cockpit floor, rather than outward. I have observed this before, when bush walking – with friends. I am continually looking at the trees, the birds, smelling the perfume of the wet bush. My friends are more often than not looking at the ground, at where their next step is going. Possibly I run the risk of taking a misstep. So far I haven’t. There is a sense I get, from my companions, of being preoccupied with the thoughts in their head. They are oblivious to the everyday beauty around them. They are doing the opposite of paying attention.

Why is this so important? It is important because only when we still our thoughts can we be fully present. And only when we are fully present can we experience the power of this moment. And only when we experience the power of this moment can we fully experience this precious life. Everything else is mental noise and distracts us from feeling our bodies – these portals to the timeless dimension and allow the spaciousness within that alone gives us peace. When we are fully present there is a calmness – which feels like a great relief. When we are paying attention in the present moment, our minds must be here too. They cannot run off into the past or future.

It is only when we are in this place that we can truly feel gratitude.

If we are in nature, a beautiful place and we are paying attention it is easy to bring up the feeling of gratitude. We can train ourselves to do it in an instant. Feeling gratitude naturally induces a feeling of contentment and wellbeing.   If we are not in a beautiful place, if we are in a humdrum place, at our desk perhaps, this awareness of the present moment (attention), ordinary as it may be, offers us spaciousness. Inner spaciousness is the place from which we can create whatever thoughts and emotions we choose. We can work more creatively, more powerfully. And we can remind ourselves to feel gratitude from this place. The key is to pay attention, to be present. Breathe out that negative thought and take a look around you. Let go of every thought and its concomitant emotion that is not gratitude and feel simply spacious and aware. As we train ourselves to be here and now, to continually emit feelings of gratefulness – for where we are, for our health and wellbeing, for anything we can think of – we transform our lives. Try it and you will see it is true!

When gratitude is our attitude, amazing things happen. Situations that first appear tragic, shocking, disturbing, worrying, begin to lose their sting. If we can find something in these circumstances to be grateful for – the universe conspires to soothe our spirits as well as the events that are troubling us.

When we feel gratitude for the good and beautiful things in our lives, it delivers to us more of the same.

We know that this is a mental universe, that it is a mind creation. When we discipline our own minds to be present, to feel gratitude for this precious human life, we really begin to live in the flow that is the true nature of this reality. The reality is, we live within a never-ending flow of phenomena that arise, ebb and flow according to causes and conditions – all is interdependent. Everything is transient….it comes and goes. It is a dynamic stream of happenings originating at the level of mind. The world mind, and our own.

When we pay attention to this fragment of time, we invite timelessness. Timelessness frees us from the suffering of life. We become aware of time as a stream, a rising and falling of events – some of them welcome, some not – but all, constantly changing. As we remind ourselves to feel gratitude in each moment – even for something as simple and wonderful as breathing in and breathing out – we know we are impacting the trajectory of our karma. The past cannot be undone. But we are creating the upcoming events in the flow in this very minute. Mindfulness. Patience – with self. Compassion – for self and others. Attention. And above all, gratitude.

As Bill Hicks said, life is a ride. And a mystery. There is no objectivity. The best we can do is create the inner landscape of our choosing……and then trust the universe to take care of the outer one.

“Only when the consciousness displaces the predominance of the sense of being personally occupied with life does the hidden observer transform external existence from being the prosaic and materialistic thing it ordinarily is into something veritably divine.”   (P. Brunton)


This Enchanted Universe

“The universe is indeed an enchantment placed upon us by the World-Mind. We are all enclosed within the scene set up by it but the scene itself is a thought-created one, the power which makes us feel its reality is a mental one and even the senses so bewitched are forms of consciousness. Hence the operation of the cosmic upon the individual mind is nothing short of magic!”   (Paul Brunton)


We are living in a mental universe. Everything we see and experience in the world, as well as everything that passes through our awareness – is mental. It is an idea. It is a thought. Generated either by the World-Mind, (or whatever name you choose to call it – the Absolute, the Cosmic Mind, the Supreme Creator – God) or by your own Mind. Quantum physicists have been telling us for some time now that the world we see as solid matter is far from solid; rather it is a moving sea of energy. And what is this energy? It seems they don’t quite know the answer to that. The hidden teachings tell us that energy will be found to be an ‘attribute of mind’…something possessed by Mind. That is Mind with a capital – the World-Mind.   We were created in the image of the Absolute, or more accurately, we issued forth from this World-Mind and thus we too possess a spark of the attribute of mind and this alone is responsible for our consciousness, and indeed for the life force within us itself. It has been well established, as many of us are aware, that we create the world we see and experience through our consciousness. That is, the world becomes real to us when we pay attention to it. Subatomic particles are brought into manifestation, made ‘real’ by the powers of our observation. They are moulded into forms by our space-time consciousness – itself purely mental , a construct of Mind, to provide us with the experience of living in this reality system. Through our consciousness we register energetic vibrations as sensations and they are transformed into the sticks and stones that make up our world. Mind, through our consciousness and our brains, is the transformer.

Mind is behind the consciousness that takes us out of the external world and into the inner realm of our sleep and dreams. Here, the hidden teachings tell us, we are given a clue into the nature of reality and if we are sufficiently insightful, that of the World-Mind. Consciousness takes on three different modes: full consciousness, or wakefulness, semi-consciousness or the dream state and unconsciousness or deep sleep. Wakefulness we know, is where we direct our most intense attention, and therefore the ‘world’ we experiences as the most real. The dream world belongs in the semi-consciousness stage. Here, our consciousness is busy creating images, mental pictures and felt experiences – which we, the dreamer, the ‘I’, who is behind all stages of consciousness, take to be utterly ‘real’. It is only when we wake, do we realize that the dramas and adventures, the emotions we felt while we dreamt, were illusory. But they felt real at the time. Just as we feel this experience we are having in the real world is real. Both the dream world and the world we see and experience outside ourselves are products of our own ideation. The reality behind both is relative.

We are not saying here that the world we see is illusory, that it does not, as the mystics tell us, really exist. It is not an illusion. The world is real. It is real because everything in it is part of the same real essence. Spirit and matter are one and the same. Ultimately, there is no duality, there is only one single stuff. And it is the Mind. The teaching of the world being illusory was given to those at a certain stage on the spiritual path and its purpose was to disentangle these seekers from their obsession with the material world and take them inwards to the unseen reality. It is very difficult for us all to disentangle ourselves from the material world because this is where our sensory apparatus is set up for us to focus our strongest attention. There is a very definite purpose to this – which we cannot go into here.

When we fall into deep sleep, (or we are under the influence of anaesthetic ) we are completely unaware, we are unconscious. Yet, Mind is still there. And it is Mind that brings us back when we awaken. We are still who we are, the ‘self’ we believe we are, returns intact. We remember who we are, what we did the day before and what we have to do today. Where has it been, the mysterious ‘self’, the ‘I’ consciousness, that lies behind the egoic personality? It has been resting in the Void. It has withdrawn into the World-Mind – from which it sprung.

The Absolute Mind likewise withdraws into the Void. Between its outward, generative phases of expression, where universes are created, it too withdraws into itself. The in-breath and out-breath of God – as it has been called. Cosmic Mind and its agent in us, the higher self, or the real self – you might call it the soul, are knitted together in unseen union through this mysterious power of consciousness.   We are all part of the same One Mind and it is only a story of relativity that has us label some of our experiences ‘real’ and others as ‘illusion.’ There is an underlying, unbroken reality behind the world we see and the world we do not see. It is a unifying force and it is the essence present in us and in all of nature. We are at heart unified by a force whose power is pure love.

We must realize, all the chaos, the terror and fear, the manipulation of our thoughts, the poisoning of our bodies, the sadness, pain, anxiety and insecurity we know in the world today – is not the final reality. All evil sows the seeds of its own destruction. And by the universal law of karma, evil-doers in the world today will suffer themselves the pain they have inflicted on others. Heaven and hell are self-created spheres of consciousness. The unifying force of love makes null and void all evil – it is love that is our true essence. Ultimately we are infinite, beginningless and endless and united in the loving compassionate embrace of our creator. Our consciousness will be withdrawn from this experience at the end of these brief lives in the flesh – but that moment will be our entry to a different reality and new experiences. There is nothing to fear. We have nothing to lose that we cannot create again. Everyone we have loved and lost, we can reunite with. Every mistake we have made, we can make up for. Every fragment of love we have given will be given again to us. We will return here to balance the karmic ledger and here we will again be given the opportunity to know the love of and for the Great Mind – of which we are the offspring. Wouldn’t it be a good idea to make that most of that opportunity this time around? So then let us feel the love in our own hearts – the focal point within the physical body for the real self – and feel that love reaching beyond the cage of our hearts, beyond the range of our small self-interest and share it around. It is Christmas after all. Love and Goodwill to you and yours ….


The undisciplined have no wisdom,
No one-pointed concentration;
With no concentration, no peace;
With no peace, where can joy be?

When the mind constantly runs
After the wandering senses,
It drives away wisdom, like the wind
Blowing a ship off course
– The Bhagavad-Gita

The mind, contemporary spiritual literature tells us, is the true creative power of the universe. It is through the mind, that everything comes into being. We have this power, this creative energy within us. Our power to think, to use the mind, determines the success and happiness, or otherwise, of our lives. And so we must keep our thoughts positive, focus on what we want to bring into being, we must avoid negative thinking, negative words. The law of attraction will then see to it that whatever we desire, and concentrate on, will come into our lives. Even more effective and efficient will the manifestation of our desires be, the law says, if we bring the power of our emotions together with our thoughts.

Our thoughts however, are not all powerful. In fact, they are illusory. They are illusory because they are impermanent and therefore unreal… everything in the phenomenal world is. The ‘mind’ is a collection of thoughts that come and go, sometimes it is our ally, at others, our foe. Our thoughts have no existence in reality, they are no more real than a dream. Reality is the truth that our essence is at one with the One – the higher Consciousness. We have a mind, just as we have a body and a personality – but these are temporary, finite concerns. Our essence is infinite. It is part of the ‘Overself’ (or Higher Consciousness System). Thus, the mind and the thoughts that use it, are simply borrowed, as everything in the universe is, from the Overself. The life-current that moves through us, and keeps us alive, is lent to us and because it is temporary and finite – it is not real.

Within us, within the heart centre, the Overself (call it God if you will) lives. If we are moved to desire a relationship with our heart of hearts, several qualities are called for. Standing head and shoulders above all others, is stillness. Intense stillness and peace are requisites to make known the presence, within each of us, of the only true reality we have. Stillness is asked of us, because without it, the mind, our thoughts, carry us away from the presence. It is so close, as close as our physical hearts – closer…..yet how distant it is from most of us in this life, in this world. In this world the mind, tool of the ego, dominates. The mind can become our ally, if we are disciplined enough to set aside time each day for stillness. As we turn away from the world, turn the powers of our concentrated effort inwards, on the heart centre – if we are lucky, we will, sooner or later, experience the pure peace and happiness of connecting with the Overself within.

As we redirect our gaze from the outer to the inner, we very naturally, and with time and some practice, become the witnesses of our ‘lives in the world.’ A natural detachment brings with it the gift of peace. It is not to be avoided, as some sort of aloof, cold, uninvolved state of being, but rather it is a quality to be sought, bringing as it does, along with peace, a greater connection with truth. I am talking about the truth that runs like an unseen, underground river, through the affairs and lives of us all, flowing beneath the seemingly solid ground of the material world and its preoccupations with appearance and dubious values in service of egoic needs for security and survival. The river of truth flows quietly, so quietly that nothing but absolute stillness, of mind, of thought, of body, are necessary, in order to sense its presence. Truth is knowing what is real, and what is unreal. The rewards of a practice of stillness, of turning inward, are those sought by every human who has walked the planet: peace and happiness. Finding truth, we find peace. The gambler, the drunkard, the stressed business executive, the freedom fighter – all are seeking the same thing. It is happiness we want. And peace we crave. Happiness may be mistakenly imagined to lie in the next promotion, the next successful deal or the next drink. And what is the route by which such mistakes of the imagination are made? The mind, and the thoughts – tools of the ego.

Think for a moment (ah yes, the mind is the ultimate paradox – our enemy and our saviour)… on this: all the desires, intentions, goals, ambitions, hopes and wishes that you have ever entertained – have any of them brought you lasting happiness? We all know, if we are reasonably conscious, that happiness is at best a temporary state. It comes and goes as moods, thoughts, emotions, changes in the world and our lives come and go. And this is where thought has got us. The stereotypical miserable, miserly rich man, the suicidal, drug addicted movie/rock star, the cardiac arrested businessman……clearly, the collective’s quest for happiness is somehow missing the mark.

As we shift our concentration, from the world, to our heart centre, the fog begins to clear. We realize the truth of the temporal nature of this life. Everything is a passing parade: our joy, our fear, the people we love, our successes, our failures, our pleasure, our pain. As our relationship with the Overself deepens – we do not lose our capacity to experience any of the richness that life’s passing parade offers us……but what we gain is this: the ability to detach from it. We detach our identification with it all; with the roles we play, the job we do, the state of our health, our joys and pains and pleasures as well. Why does this happen? It happens because we come to know the truth. We know that destiny will always give us both, pleasure and pain, in this world of duality – no matter how many precautions we take. And we know that who we think we are, is not in fact, who we are. We are not these personalities, these minds, these bodies. Everything we think we are is seen as a garment we choose to wear for a while. But we know that at the end of the day, or the end of the story, or the end of this life, we will take off the garment and stand naked and true. We can choose to put on another garment, live a different story, take a new incarnation. And behind all of it, the drama of it all, quietly waiting for us to make its acquaintance, is our true self, the Overself that lies within and beyond this body-mind human being.

And so yes, we can use our minds, we can create with them, we can shape our lives to a degree, with them. But we have a higher mind, with a capacity to become more conscious, more self-aware. Let us use it. Ultimately, it is our minds, through making the conscious effort to become more conscious, that will enable us to escape the wheel of rebirth. Using the mind to manifest our desires and intentions in the material world may be worthy, in some respects, but it is not real. Our thoughts are impermanent, they are illusory, they are like dreams. What is real lies within our hearts and it has the power to bestow the greatest, most elusive, most desired states of being – happiness and peace. Perhaps now is a good time to begin the practice of stillness. We have nothing to lose, but our discontent.



Every so often, the Universe, Great Spirit, the Divine….reminds us that we are spiritual beings having a human experience.   During a recent yoga teacher training I heard those words every day: I am not my body, I am not my mind, I am not my thoughts – nor am I the emotions generated by my thoughts……   And thank you for the reminder God. I needed it.

I think we all need this reminder – on a regular basis. We forget so easily, the truth of who we really are. We become enmeshed, moment to moment, in the experience of being human – in the endless dramas, the constant stream of thoughts and their accompanying emotions. We feel our emotions (energy in motion) pricking through collections of molecules and muscles in our bodies: the nervous flutterings of the solar plexus, the contraction of the heart, the quietly furrowed brow and tight lips, the shallow breath, the held breath, the hunched shoulders. Our thoughts and emotions consume us, draining our life force, our vitality, carrying us away and cutting us off from the people we are with, and the beauty or ordinariness of the places we are in. Lost in the jungle of our minds, we forget that we are pure consciousness, infinite and eternal, temporarily occupying this physical body. We forget that our heritage is timelessness; that this moment is where we live, and all we will take from this world is the wisdom imprinted on our souls and the love we have shared. That is all.

It is true this physical life is time consuming. That is its nature, after all. To BE in time. Most of us are occupied in every waking moment, with the business of time. It takes time to work, to make a living, to maintain a home, to maintain relationships, to maintain the body. That is as it is. But we should also make time to be timeless. To stop for a while. To sit in silence and turn inwards. To bring the full focus of our awareness onto and into our heart centre. To meditate on Who we are. In the heart, the seat of the soul, is a voice that will tell us the truth. To hear it we need to step out of the busy-ness of life and make time to be still. Naturally enough, time-entrenched habits will prevail. Thoughts will continue their chattering and the body will seek our attention, reminding us through an assortment of discomforts, of its existence. It isn’t easy to get past it all and be still – in mind and body. Yet this stillness is what we must seek and practice, until old habits are broken and new ones created – if we want to know the truth of who we are. Not only that. There is a great bonus to this commitment to stillness, this withdrawing of attention inwards. Dr Paul Brunton expressed it more eloquently than I could, in this way:


The man who follows this quest is like the ray which is returning to its source. When he follows the ‘I AM’ in him to its hidden root, when the intellectual process of his enquiry gradually develops into a subtler inner movement, he will sooner or later enter – intermittently at first – a condition of impersonal freedom and utter peace……….When the mind’s depth is plumbed he will arrive at a point where both the thinking intellect and personal self seem almost to become re-absorbed by the hidden element which created them. That element is none other than the Absolute Being, the One Overself, the Supreme Reality and Underlying Spirit which subsists eternally amid the births and deaths of mortal men and material worlds. This august revelation awaits him even at the beginning of his first fumbling steps on the quest.” (Dr Paul Brunton: ‘Quest of the Overself’, p. 215)


Let us then begin the quest; take those first fumbling steps. Why not make this commitment to sit, each day, for a certain period of time. We could see it as an experiment at first, approaching it in a spirit of curiosity. What will happen? How will this feel? What, after all, is there to lose? The busy-ness of the life will be there when we return. Nothing of any importance will be lost. We know studies have shown the benefits of meditation – so we have only to gain, surely, through making this commitment to ourselves. A true knowing may fully reveal itself: I am not my body, I am not my mind, I am not my emotions…………. What better use can we make of time – other than to sit in timelessness……


And look what beckons! Freedom, peace and the ultimate revelation of the truth of who we really are.   One and the same. The same and One.


PS:  This image above I took in Fiji, on the island of Tokoriki…  We feel timelessness in sunsets like these……





Bittersweet Memory….





The deeper sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain

(Kahlil Gibran)


Sorrow, grief, the heart squeezing pain surges in waves that spill over eyes and down cheeks……   We all know the feeling.  In the wake of a loved one’s death, the end of a significant relationship, twins loss and grief become constant companions. Ebbing and flowing,  waves  of grief wash through the body, at times almost unbearable, then, receding, eventually, bringing a strange calm in their place……..until the next wave comes.


What is it that gives birth to the waves of grief?  The bonds of a deep love broken apart, and the memories of the love shared. But more starkly, it is thought.  Memories become thought, and thought becomes emotion.  Without the thought – there is no emotion.


I know this. I have been witnessing it, sadly, through the life of my mother.  My mother has Alzheimers.  Her short term memory has been reduced to seconds.  In the past few years, she has lost all capacity to remember what she just had for lunch.  Yet she is strong and well in her body – and she retains many of the character traits that we’ve always known and loved – she is happy. She comments frequently on the beauty around her,  in nature and in other people, she smiles  and sings and sways with the music and you feel her contentment. 


A couple of years back she went through a period of sadness    – when she must have known on some level, what was happening to her. She seemed to withdraw.  Too scary to say much,  it would have  been a shock to be corrected or informed about what had happened in the recent past, and to realize she didn’t know anymore what was going on around her.   Now, she keeps conversations short and they are necessarily superficial.   But she is happy.  Her uncomplicated personality  is more so now.


In short – my mother lives absolutely in the NOW.  Isn’t this the place the spiritual literature tells us we need to be? I’m here to tell you, this is not where we need to be.   Mum is completely absorbed in what is happening around her in this, one moment.  There is clearly some contentment in that space for her.  But for us, the path is not so easy.


In January this year, my father died.  Mum and Dad had been happily married for 62 years.  From the age of 19 – to her now 82, my mother’s world was constellated around Dad.  He was the centre of her universe.  Their partnership was one of love and mutual respect.  An archetypal model of a ‘traditional’ marriage, Dad was the undisputed head of the household – creating a financially secure and emotionally supportive world for his family…..Mum was the epitome and embodiment of the perfect homemaker. They had their respective roles, but they worked as a team. Dad would talk about this with me. It was the reason my marriage had failed  in part, he said, because it was not an equal partnership. My husband resented me being at home bringing up four children.  It didn’t bring in money, so, in his eyes, it had no value.  Dad, by contrast, in his wisdom, acknowledged and valued, often out loud, the role my mother played, as mother of four, home maker and equal partner in the various projects they did together.  And for Mum, her life was one of deep contentment.  There was little she did, in her 62 years of marriage that did not involve my father – and she couldn’t have been happier about that arrangement.


So what has happened to that bond of love, now that Dad has passed away?  Mum shed no tears for my father when he died.  She still hasn’t. She has to be told, over and over again, that he has gone.  She says then, ‘that’s terrible’ – and her thoughts, in a flash, are back in the present. Unlike us, she does not feel the waves of grief; the terrible sadness of realizing she will never see the strong and courageous man who was the centre of her world, again in this life. Never again hear his voice, his laughter.  There is no ache, thinking about all the years past, the happy times, the laughter shared.  No pain of nostalgia for the joy, the sadness,  the shared memories of good and hard times…… not for anything and everything that was woven into 62 years of life together. 


I wonder where it went, that depth of feeling, the huge love I know my mother had for my father.  It was only a short time ago that my brother said ‘the two have become one’ – a perfect expression for the last years my parents spent together.  Mum seeking out Dad every moment of the day, always aware of his presence. Dad taking over more and more of Mum’s job description, as her dementia increased; his denial about the seriousness of her condition, as he quietly and courageously became her caregiver.  He was only in hospital two nights before he died, the second morphined out of this reality; the first, conscious and worried about Mum.  ‘Who is looking after Dawn?’ he asked.  He cared deeply about  the love of his life to the end. 


We know it is her condition, of course.  But knowing that doesn’t help.  It doesn’t answer any of our questions.  What it tells us though,  apart from the futility and impossibility of living completely in the now (we cannot function in this world without our memories)  is – we need our memories to feel the emotions that make us human.  My mother is still a warm and beautiful human being – but there is a void, where the emotions that made her her used to be. We need healthy brains to receive and translate the memories held in the ‘mind space’. Without them, the memories are free floating somewhere in the ether – unanchored to the personality and the body that created them.  There is no identification with the past, because there is no identification with anything anymore.  My mother exists in a bubble of reality that is different from ours. It is as real to her, as our illusory reality is to us.  But she is no longer a participant in the consensual reality.  There is freedom in that, perhaps.  No memory, no responsibility. It is the freedom of nothing left to lose. Everything has gone. No identity, no ego, no attachment.  And it is an empty freedom. Without real emotions we are shallow, fraudulent versions of ourselves. We lose the identities we have spent a lifetime moulding, and by which others know us. 


Grief, loss, sorrow, bereavement – these are painful feelings – but perhaps we need to treasure them.  As Gibran reminds us, we need the depth of grief to carve out space for our joy.  Without depth in the soul, life is a strangely vacuous, superficial experience.  And depth in the soul is the gift of living through all of the emotions.  This human condition demands that we feel it all, and we are wise not to deny or diminish the natural expression of our feelings.  If we do not fully feel and express our emotions, or we cannot because our biology  no longer receives the frequencies of memory,  we are not really living at all. We are walking in the world but we are not engaging with it.  Life without feeling is like time out. It may be, in some mysterious way, a rest for the soul, an opportunity to re-charge. There may be, on a soul level, a higher purpose to living without memory.  This, we cannot know.


For most of us, the learning we can take from our beautiful, beloved family members who are afflicted, in our eyes at least, with this condition, is that through them, we can know what it is that makes our lives worthwhile.  And it is not the stuff we’ve accumulated, or even the experiences we have acquired, valuable though these are – it is the love we have given and the love we have received.  The bonds of love we create, those bringers of such joy and equally, such pain when they broken  – are, when all is said and done, the only thing that makes  this life worth living. And I  believe that the love goes on – with or without this transitory mind and body. Like energy,  love is never wasted. 


For my Mum, the love she held in her heart, for my father, is waiting somewhere, out there , to be retrieved one day and take on with her, into a new life,  a new heart…….And I am certain she will find him and together they will carry on where they left off; separate and together, once again.

Thank you my beautiful parents for the lessons in love you have given us all.









My Father


Kevin Ellis George

23/03/23  –  09/01/14


My father has left this ‘vale of tears’ – taken the light of his wisdom, his laughter, his intelligence and his love – to another realm.  In that place, I know his light will continue to shine and expand and his soul will reflect on the learning of his 90 years, the insights he gained, his vast achievements, his good fortune, and perhaps, his regrets. And  then, in time, he will decide to return. He will choose to reconnect with those us who have been traveling through lifetimes with him – and we will live and love together again.   But for now, in this world there is an aching hole, where memories, words, images, a lifetime of them, slip in and out – insubstantial, ethereal, elusive, now the flesh and blood man who created them has departed.  And yet they are not. They are real. They are streams of energy,  as real as the energy that swirls in the molecules of my body, sitting here, pretending to be solid.  My memories of my father, his many words of wisdom, his understanding  of truth, his unconditional love, the significance of his well-lived life – are part of me…….as much a part of me and as real as my entire life up to this moment. For what is this life I’ve lived, but a memory??  We are all as insubstantial as ghosts.  We are all a composite of stories and memories of the past. Death simply removes the illusion of the security and continuance of form – and replaces it with truth.

So Dad, my tears and the sadness I feel about losing you, are natural and right – my  heart and body’s response to the knowledge that I will never see you or hear your voice again, seek out your wise counsel, listen to your stories, stand in admiration of your courage. You, my father, the man, are lost to me for as long as I will live.  Grief is hard, it hurts. Yet I know without a shadow of doubt that the enormity of your life and your large soul interlaces with my own.  It always has, but now your form has gone, I feel the energy of who you were more keenly.  My children embody so much of you – your lifetime in aviation, building and design – they each have a share of your special talents. And I have your words, your love of philosophy and spirituality, your  understanding of the continuation of life, of karma and reincarnation, your disdain for petty authority. You were a freedom fighter, you stood up for what was right and to hell with the consequences – you were never afraid to speak your truth, to stand up for the underdog, to take absolute responsibility for yourself, your family, your health, the business of life.  You had a deep regard for your ancestors, our forebears, who gifted us with their struggles and triumphs.  And now, with your inspiration, I will work on embodying your courage, the strength of your will, your endurance and your willingness to give all that you had, to help others without expectation of reward or recognition, and your humility.

I tried to get you to record the stories of your life – but sadly, you never did.  Now all those stories, like your life itself, lie in the domain of our memories.  You had so many.  You always talked about your ‘adventures in the war’ – as if being a bomber Captain with the Royal Air Force in the Mediterranean theatre of WWII,  at barely 20 years of age, was just that – an adventure.  But I remember you telling me, with a wistful look in your eye, and a glimmer of tear, that of the 11 fledgling pilots photographed on the deck of the ship bound for Canada in 1941, only four came home. We know you were fast-tracked to become a commissioned officer at such a young age – because they recognized the level of your natural ability as a pilot. That ability stood by you well. You only stopped flying at 87. What an achievement! the oldest flying pilot in New Zealand. And it went, like so many of your distinctions, largely unrecognized.  You always knew, you said, that you had a very good guardian angel. Touche to that.

Well Dad, your guardian angel has called you home. It is our loss. The pain of grief is the price we pay for having had the great good luck to have had you as a father, grandfather, husband, uncle and friend.  You live on in the hearts and minds of all of us. And until we meet up again, in the next world, the next life, fly free – no plane required now, and know that you did the best anyone ever can do in this world – you lived a long, healthy, adventurous, creative, loving life. It was a hell of a success, your big life. And if none of us ever thought to tell you that before, I’m telling you now.  I know you wont be resting in peace – because you will be far too busy being and doing, whatever it is you  do where you are.  Enjoy the freedom!  I know you will. We’ll miss you, we love you  – and thank you, for being my father.

The Gift of Cats….







Life is becoming more complex by the day. We can all see and feel this complexity, this hijacking of our minds and our bodies – through the mainstream media’s incessant and insidious propaganda;  through the steady invasion of toxins in our environment, the poisoning of our food, water and air. 

You don’t have to be a rocket scientist to see that there is an agenda – the evidence is irrefutable – and it is about our enslavement.   It’s a freaky and terrifying prospect. 


One of the items on the agenda is to separate us from nature.   This is happening in incremental steps. It is a gradual process designed to elicit our collusion in our enslavement and the progression to a post- human society that is our future. The more separated we are from the natural world, the more robotic and ‘enslaveable’ we become. 


Clearly then, we need to wake up and smell the roses.  Nature may be our only salvation from the Orwellian future that looms larger by the day –  because everything in the natural world is potentially healing.  Being in nature, forests, beaches, mountains, gardens – and especially, in the company of animals, gives us an opportunity to become more whole.  There is a gaping wound that is part of the human condition, and it is a wound in part inflicted, and perpetuated by the ego-mind. We all have the wound – it simply manifests in shades and variations on an individual level.   


 We know we come from the stars, from civilisations that were seeded in other parts of the universe. We know battles have been waged for the ownership of our bodies and our consciousness. In our ancient past, we were traumatised, physically and psychologically.  The trauma continues on in us, to this day – just as the battle for possession of our minds, bodies and souls does.   Our genetics are terrestrial and extra-terrestrial  in origin. This means we humans are a composite – we are partly animal, but  because of the genetic manipulation, there has been a schism in our consciousness that has removed (in part at least) our connection to, and trust in, the healing powers of nature. 


Connecting with nature is perhaps the only way to heal the wound of our humanness – because the wound constellates around our separateness.  We feel fear and  we relive old trauma – not as isolated incidents but as ongoing states of being because of our separateness.  On some deep level, we know this – but feel powerless to change it.  We are born into separation, we go through life feeling the pain of separation, and we die – alone. It is just the way it is.  In between times, we project all our pain and longing – for connection, onto others – and then get to experience more pain through our relationship dramas (projections never work for long).  If we are sufficiently conscious, we will withdraw our projections,  own our stuff and figure out how to get along with our lover, hopefully happily, in an insane world.


But even as we work our way through the psychological baggage of our shared trauma, and find some healing through our relationships, we cannot escape  the insanity around us.  And this is where our cats come in.


Animals are pure nature – naturally enough.  Sadly we are not.  We have been corrupted, or rather our minds have and we have lost our intrinsic connection to the world we live in, to our planet and the cosmos. We no longer feel the natural rhythms of sun and moon and the stars, as mankind once did. We do not trust nature – to heal our bodies and soothe our souls.  We are like aliens on our own planet.   The animals don’t have an ego-mind, so they have remained connected to the Earth.  They trust nature and they live completely in the present.  They are then, precious gifts for us – as they are our link to the natural world.


I spend a lot of time with my four Burmese cats. These exquisitely beautiful animals are highly intelligent – they have a level of consciousness that, frankly, puts a lot of humans to shame.  Their  repertoire of emotions is vast;  you can literally feel the joy, the contentment, the compassion, the naughtiness, and the love.  They experience emotion, they respond to emotion – and it is pure – uncontaminated by fear, by the ego. Their personalities are unique – just as ours are (they have birth charts too and it is quite apparent they ‘live their charts’ as we do).   I’ve come to the conclusion that their vibrational frequency is very high. Because it is pure and free of the ego-mind –  they have much to teach us.  When they live with us, we get to enjoy the benefits of their high vibratory energy. I have read that in simply moving through our homes, they negate negative energies, changing the energetic fields around them to positive.  The healing affects of a cat’s purr has been well established.  Eckhart Tolle said, and I love this, “I have had many Zen masters as teachers – and all of them cats!”


We have had many experiences of our Burmese cats responding to our emotional states. Sylvie, who is 17, (and now sleeps for most of the day), has on many occasions comforted us when we’ve been upset.  She just seems to know when one of us is hurting, and gets as close to our face as possible, purring, and rubbing her little face against ours – as if to say, ‘it’s okay, you will be fine, don’t cry.’  Her compassion has a powerful effect. How precious is that?  Zeezee, our seal Burmese is one today – I can’t begin to tell you how much joy she has brought to our home in the past year.  She is beauty personified – and so much more.   Her intelligence is astonishing…..


We are a cat family but we love all animals – and of course, it doesn’t matter what your animal preference is, your dog, budgie,rabbit, horse – they are all capable of healing, reminding you of your inseparability…..  We are part of this Earth, this Cosmos – as much as they are. We’ve just had this truth hidden from us. Our animals are our bridge, the way back to our ancient birth right – where we lived in peace, free from the tyranny of time and the ego-mind.  This Oneness with the natural world is where our souls find healing. It is the place where our animals live – and through them, thank the divine Spirit for them, so can we.


I’m going to leave you with some powerful words by Morrissey – animal lover and voice for truth. Here is the link: