Knowing without being told


I experienced the joyful vibe in Colourfest 2017, and my other few participations very intensely. But I didn’t try to hold on to them.

I can now “do” non-attachment. I would spend decades yearning after the event, preserving memories, keeping keepsakes.

Today I am the conduit. I can deeply swim in and submerge into these fine, fiery, feathery, frolicsome experiences. But I don’t want them to last so much that all I become is a sad curator of memories. That has gone. I’m over all that. It’s a sort of inside of head declutter.

It’s good. It feels “grown up”.

I had a perfectly surprisingly amazing experience on Sunday morning, June 4, 2017.

Nashir Karmali gave a 2 hour lecture on Ayurveda healing practices. Much of it was in the form of delightful anecdotes from his own long years in his own Wimborne practice.

He impressed us all. He comes over as he is, a deeply human and compassionate person, wise, learned, and with a gentle humour.

There must have been at least forty in the elegantly preserved Gaunts House Library. All remained quiet and respectfully attentive in the room throughout.

I knew Nashir’s talk would “use up” all the calm sunny weather on that day. I knew the weather would deteriorate from midday on.

But I dismissed as selfish idle ego chit-chat the idea of “bunking” it! And Nashir himself had, after all, personally invited me.

So I stayed to the end.

At the end, we were asked to partner off into healing/listening pairs. We were told, “Sit face to face, eye in eye, holding hands, look deep into the honourable soul we see in the eyes before us. For the first part, one touches the wrists of the other at the pulse.”

I remained sat down while the others got up, walked and mixed to find their partners.

I know from Biodanza I am way down the list of pairing choices owing to my minority age group, as I was here.

Only one unpaired person remained.

Before me is a woman with a forceful confident manner. She is a young woman. Certainly of good family. Someone well-educated and sure of her place in her society.

Her face is pleasingly round and open. Her symmetrical features lend her a certain classical nobility older than her years.

All went quiet. I am touching her pulse on both her wrists. I cannot detect much if any beat. But it is contact. We both ignore what Nashir was saying about what to do and say, because we have become absorbed in each others gaze.

I find she had a tranquillity bordering on nobility.I say quietly,

“You are far more beautiful than even you will admit.”

She smiles. It is a compliment.

Then I begin to see and to feel inside of me something completely contrary to and at odds with the composed expression on her nice symmetrical face.

Here’s the thing. I became more and more restless. My stomach twisted. I see her calm face cloud slightly with a sadness. But what I feel is her fear!

I say,

“You are not as composed as you are projecting. You have had a shock, you have had a frightening experience. It is recent. You came to this festival in spite of carrying this with you.”

Her eyes filled, although the facade I had looked through was still strong and was not about to fail her.

I asked if she would share.

She said I was right. She said the day before the festival, her boyfriend, who lives across the road, had dumped her.

I asked her how she had felt this in her heart. She was torn up inside, she said.

Neither of us expressed an objective opinion about how or why I had “seen” this from only her eyes. Since then (only 36 hours ago) I have not foolishly distracted myself by marvelling at the phenomenon of this vision.

I accept it and am surprised is all. I find it suggests that I may have the ability to help others more than I had realised.

In the last moments together, I said,

“The pain and turmoil inside you does not ‘belong’ to you. You don’t own it, and it doesn’t own you. It is a hard to live with emotion, which will pass, like all emotions.

We are not mechanisms. We have no off-switches.

What is permanently yours is the light of love in your own heart from which you came, to which you will return.

That is your strength and that is what will support and sustain you through this time. Keep your heart in view, do not try to examine your heart’s pain.

Your closeness to your living heart will be what helps shorten this period of pain.”

It was her turn. She looked at me and she said I was very very calm. Hearing, or rather seeing her see this, I suddenly felt like collapsing.

I had to close my eyes, look down, bite my lip to avoid breaking down. I composed myself. I said,

“Under this I am in turmoil.” Quickly I added,

“But this is only what is on me now. I am at peace in my heart.”

She asked to hug. We hugged. Moments later we were both gone.

What do you think, dear Friend?

🔸Adhere to EveryNow 🔶

Love’s presence EveryNow

None of us are ever alone in the path we take, nor in the circumstances of the path, however dire or distressing.

In the vast ocean of life, though we are billions, the number of common threads of humanity in which we all have a share is surprisingly small.

Here are reasons to be glad, to be grateful, because every giant effort of will we make to take just one step, every step we stumble at, every time we call out in agony, we unite with every human who ever endured, screamed and moved  on.

Far too many of those I know have had to un-shipwreck themselves after being all but capsized by cruel storms of other people’s making.

I try not to make sweeping generalisations, or say things that cannot be proven by some investigation. In all truth, I cannot think of any person I have ever met who does not live with some heavy burden of pain. Can you look through the front doors of your own family, friends, acquaintances and say, “There lives a human with a heart free of all hurt?”

We are strong beyond any adequate means of describing our strengths. I believe no trauma, no setback, no block on our way can finally dim, disfigure or extinguish our inner light.

Yet there are two things we are definitely not suited to suffer. These are physical violence or isolation.  These sorrows figure in the storylines of so very many people. I include illness or disabilities in such unwanted, unwelcome and insufferable tempests.

I am extremely fortunate to have avoided the worst of such crippling external influences.

It is not true to say I do not live with God in my life. It’s just that I am aware that by publicly aligning myself with a Western religious orthodoxy, I automatically draw down iron curtains from those I most care about and most wish not to be distanced from.

It’s a sad fact of life that such labels are capable of thwarting the transmission of exactly those truths that are unversally recognised.

In my EveryNow Blogs, I avoid direct reference to religious nomenclature in order to keep the channels of positivity flowing without distraction, and without the additional identifiable baggage that I see as secondary and non-essential.

This is my own Motto, the final words I most often use to place my seal on my writings…

“Love is present EveryNow”

You, or any reader, can readily replace the word Love with their own named deity.

My impulse to avoid any form of evangelical message comes from my distrust of organised religion, particularly the Western dualistic orthodoxies.

My adherence is to the present moment. This is where infinity and all the goodness therein lies waiting to be found, simultaneously to be consumed by us and to consume us with no diminishment!

“The Gentleness of Being”

🌀Dissolution catalyses reality🌪️

“The Gentleness of Being”

The fun of it is there is always a first person story in the third person identity.

Over time, I’ve retrained my point of view, so everywhere I am seeing the “I” in the she, the he, the you and the it.
In this way, I access with great pleasure the tremendous shock of the new where there was only the same old same old.

That old joke of the greeting between psychiatrists, “You’re okay, and how am I?” amuses because of the odd transposition of views. When I enter my doctor’s surgery, my greeting is, “How are you, Doctor?”

Walking outside anywhere, seeing and sensing sentient life, insects, birds, pets, cattle or the vegetable world, there is no harm in asking, “What is going through your mind? What am I to your view? The sun and the moon, the wind and rain, what are they to you now?”

These questions work well when addressed to a stone in the street, a river in the country, clouds in the sky, even an active volcano over the horizon. 

The thought-thinking “I-node” becomes curiously calm and joyful, when I try to join with the conversations of the being of those who are “not-I”. 

Out and about, I try in one way or another to shed a portion of the importance of my identity. Attention directed outside of myself and towards the otherness in others lets me see, in all things living and not alive, the bas-relief of the urge to survive and the factual evidence of survival.

As I approach each and every alive person in this peculiar unself-referential way, I sense the white heat of the Will to Live in them.

My own heart, also concerned with not being not-alive, relaxes and fills with a compassionate gentleness all over again. 

Though they outnumber me, yet the myriad diverse multiplicity of others does not dwarf me, it completes me!

When I become attentive to and am aware of  “The Gentleness of Being”, I feel that the huge and welcoming universe of Heart’s Love is brought forward into my view by the interaction of these two everyday accessible attributes – Gentleness and Being. 

Electricity crackles

one is all and all is one
E v e r yN o w

No rocket to Mars

Heart seeker

It is a delight full of pure wonder to be able to let intuition close the gap between my heart and the heart of another.

Other motives and motivations inspire another person’s heart when their own life history has taken them on such different paths from mine.

In spite of all the dazzling outer differences, I am constantly aware of the love that animates every heart of every person. No heart can be greater or less than love, so all hearts are equally lovable without exception!

Every person I meet, or have met, or shall meet, is their own representative of the peace and love of which all life is constituted, from which we all come, and back to which we are all walking each other home.

Today, even as I write, I am sensitive to the same magical newness that completely captured me, body and soul, back when I began, in 2013, the year I call the Year of my Life.

I find my life has most meaning, I contain most validity, when I am able to lose some of my identity in that of another.

I don’t need no rocket to Mars, when there’s a lifetime of discoveries to be made in the exploration of the admiration of Other!

People say my sharing of myself in my writing is so open and generous. I am hardly aware that it’s what people notice, till they comment on it. So why do I share like I do?

I share because I go with hope. I hope I may find a mirror to some of the qualities of my own heart in the heart of another.

I do not seek comfort or even love.

My heart seeks kindling by the encounter with the lit glow of another heart! If this is a legitimate search for the truths of Heart’s Love in all alive life, then it will continue to be a journey of discovery whose joys will have no end.

~ Love is present EveryNow

Nodding off to sleep

Painted c.1950 by Nora Sebilla Pilley

Nodding off to sleep to the collective hooting of owls in Hazel Cottage, Sedrup Green, Magicshire.

As a very young chap in the early 1950s, there was a time, while the summer light faded, when I would gradually fall asleep to the hooting of owls.

Many, many owls, some nearby, others responding intermittently at a distance.

I was cosy under the huge dome of a delicious feather eider down, I used to call The Lump. My room was at the north gable end under the thatch. 

The cottage is at the edge of a tiny hamlet called Sedrup Green, a scattered group of wychert dwellings set loosely around a wildflower meadow cow pasture to be found after the No Through Road ended and a muddy track began. 

The hamlet and some of its cottages are listed on the Domesday Book map, which dates from 1186.

These raptor calls I learned from older boys to imitate by blowing between the thumbs of my cupped hands.

Their hooted conversations held a startling, timeless and inescapable otherworldliness.

I recall these memories, and I am once more lying very still – a small breathless boy with calloused knees and a head full of the wonder of the unseeable sound makers marking out the dark hedges of approaching night.

~ Love’s presence EveryNow

♡Epiphany the Second♡ co.Tipperary, Ireland

Epiphany the Second on holiday near Cahir, co.Tipperary, Ireland.

The yellow corn was growing gold and ripely

In August 1977, I crossed the threshold, the portal to an intense liberation.

Since that time I had never encountered a story that showed me I am one of many to have been smelted in a furnace of the heart and to have survived the ordeal of refinement by burning.

Recently I spotted a good description in an article “From misery to bliss”. Well, thank goodness for Facebook.

Since that time, I have described only to certain close friends how, over a few days and nights, the layers of self peeled away in pain and incomprehension.

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I remember walking along Exhibition Road, London and instead of the usual bland, blanked off faces of people walking past me, I became acutely aware of reading, in the expression on every face, the reality of each person’s spirit.

Many were contorted and consumed by loathing.

Some were almost completely lacking in hope.

Some were intensely unhappy, as if their next facial expression was to be The Scream, ‘that’ painting by Edvard Munch.

Very possibly I was seeing my own projections. The old assumptions began to drop away from me, as if recent ghosts of my identity were drifting off, abandoning me in ones and twos.

The assumptions of who I am are like those straight and rooted tracks on which I automatically rely for my next blink, step, next thought, next breath. I and all of us do depend on lifetime timeline assumptions without giving them a second thought. We never call them into question, unless we perceive extreme danger from an external threat or sudden inescapable challenge.

Whatever it was that had begun to move, my self-belief was evaporating, and I found myself left with fewer and fewer safe assumptions about who I was.

My friends who are my familiar friends inside of me were going somewhere else, not staying to see what happens next.

In quite a short time, as if I had no power to control the processes my spirit was undergoing, I shed my few and flimsy onion-skin layers of self-belief, until I reached a point of maximum intimacy, where the core of my being lay exposed like a small pool of white-hot molten metal resting in the base of an immovable immutable crucible. It was painful like active nettle-stings, but it was endurable.

I was drawn to rural isolation as the best and least threatening setting in which to preserve what I had left of me. I had no clues, no map to follow in this descent.

I bought rail and ferry tickets to Cork. I asked for bus timetables at the central London Bord Fáilte. I set out with a rigid metal frame grey canvas rucksack.

I travelled from London to County Tipperary, Ireland for a summer holiday. I knew very well I couldn’t escape from myself. But I came to rural Ireland to find rural peace in August, because I had become afraid for my sanity. I presumed something was going to happen to me. I wanted to give my undistracted attention to whatever it was going to be.

My next memory is of getting off the bus at the quiet place called Cahir. I walked along a reassuringly peaceful road, and I checked in to my family run guesthouse.

For safety, or rather, for self-preservation, I stayed indoors. I sat in my B&B room. I remember a pot of tea and a kindness of biscuits. I was as unprotected, fragile, brittle, as a soft bodied insect.

If I should step outside, or if I were to add to my sensory input in howsoever small a way, I might go off the edge like an untethered astronaut – lost in a mild but unending emptiness.

With a new morning, a brightly sunlit summer morning, stasis came.

It was a still point where nothing more could happen to me. I was at the bottom of the descent, but I was not finished off.

The pain was no longer inside of me. It was not there. I remember silence.

I weep today and every time, as I recall the beauty of that silence. This silence was brand new. It was much louder inside than outside.

Silence indescribable, solid to the timid touch, had replaced pain and the frequent cramping presence of adrenaline.

I could breathe again. I could hear my breathing. I looked outwards. The yellow corn was growing gold and ripely in the small square field beyond the house. The field of gold glowed unpretentiously just outside my window. No wind moved the corn stalks baking under the blue sky.

Every ear of corn still stands there, warm in the midday heat and unmoving in my mind’s eye.

I felt an amazing, delicate, intense pleasure at seeing my host family around me, simply and quietly going about their day. I hardly dared move in case this most ordinary sweetness should crackle and dissolve.

My host family’s silent, but tangible normality was my personal reassurance. Their wordless presence was as loud as if I were being publicly baptised at the centre of a crowd.

I was filled with a soft bliss, like a person drinking after a long thirst.

The words of my drink were these:

“All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well.” [Julian of Norwich]

One thing I knew with great certainty and I would forever carry with me, that however long I live, whatever the severity of the test, I would always be able to survive.

And so I packed my rucksack to return home to the world of work and to continue with a new relationship which would culminate two years later in marriage.

My awakened heart burns golden consuming nothing – in sickness and in health – from the centre to the outermost edge.

And this is the mantra I composed to celebrate the awakening:

Love is the answer

to which

no question exists

I do nothing to light the way.

The way is lit.

The way is inexpressibly beautiful always

~ Love is present EveryNow

💚 The treeness of trees 🌱

💚 The treeness of trees 🌱

Things. Things are falling into place. This journey. The ground.

The ground as I walk on it is materialising under my every footfall. It’s as if reality is coming to meet my feet.

First, there is frustration and irritation, those old timeworn habits.

As I walk or cycle out of the house, there they are – people! They drive too fast. They block my space, judge me, ignore me.

Now, without prompting, I understand how pointless and empty of meaning is my own irritation. So I observe my emotion, I watch it arrive towards me, and it actually walks ghost-like right through me and vanishes!

The feeling that remains is relief and levity!

Second, and just as unsettling, are the trees.

I have read that it is a simple, effective and loving discipline to observe trees as living and growing, moulded by time and the weather. I observe them just existing as trees in conformity to their own beautiful nature. Trees aren’t judgemental, nor do they invite judgement.

I have read that it is amazingly simple to transfer this wholesome way of seeing trees in their endless variety to the appreciation of other people.

When I observe people as possessors each of their own original innocence and dignity in the manner of trees, it is my whole relationship with the treeness of trees which receives an entirely unexpected boost!

What is taking place is a falling away of the veils that usually obscure the essential nature of everything.

With difficulty, I have to try to tear myself away from a huge Plane Tree standing in full leaf, in sunlight, unmoved by any breeze.

I see the delicate green flags as naked messengers of the tree’s reasons for occupying its space in its time.

The only thing it is not doing that I am doing is moving away now

🌷~ ॐ ~ 🌷




Infinity – the permanent invitation

“Feel the peace and beauty of connecting to your heart…”

I am always of the belief that it is possible to walk “through” the Stargate portal and to have an insight so immediate and all pervasive that your pain and hurt, every trace, drops away, and at last you can “let it be”.

This is an insight into love absolute, a place, a real place, where fear evaporates before it can take shape.

You must know I have had the good fortune to pass through some form of Stargate. To reach there, I had to have lived more than a handful of decades, be retired and released from over 40 years of nine-to-five grind, and I had to undergo several epiphany experiences closely accompanied by some shining new rare and true soulfriends.

Before you arrive in the presence of such a magic portal, it’s likely you’ll still need to arrive again and again at more of your old journey destinations on your way. You’ll probably be faced with the choice to tear down clinging overgrown undergrowth covering the face of your mind.

You will see yourself in the forgotten places with a brand new clarity. You will be forced to allow the sacred significance of your present-in-the-past to carve deep grooves in your heart. 
You will suffer ancient tears to overflow into your present you for the first time.

Only by touching naked feet fearless onto such stepping stones as I describe will you understand your leaden ankle weights and unseen shackles represent illusions.

Released from these delusional encumbrances which you had chosen as your territorial possessions, you start to walk tall. This is the walk of your life.

These are structures that have become so vital to the security and safety of your self. You have devoted so much energy, time and concern in their construction. These are systems you have become accustomed to handle in a fiercely protective, conscious, deliberate and deliberative way. You can remember words to describe them, such as weights and shackles, tears of lead, deflection of hurt, avoidance of pain.

Your protection has come more to depend on the unblinking maintenance of your defences, and less on identifying what caused you to construct your defences.

Who you are is occulted by the insistent persistence of your protection of you. 

Like you, I know you can always stand in the light of your own being at a moment’s notice.

You may be moved to seek help and find it with an intermediary.

You may find the light of your being quite unexpectedly homes in on you of its own accord, with a beam like a searchlight.

The shock can startle and even perplex you, till you are are obliged to accept the fact that your soul is staggeringly beautiful, or you opt to refute the experience, telling yourself platitudes handed down to you from the bland, limp phrasebook of socially acceptable conformity.

This encounter with the happening magnificence of your being has not any words to enscribe, describe or circumscribe it.

This close encounter with the heart of your shining soul is yours. It is yours before question or answer.

You have already entered many times into a wordless wonder of living. You know what it is, of course. It is something that sometimes happens in your body or mind. Or you have felt it “outside” of you.

You are far nearer than you can begin to imagine to the shimmering entrance portal into the place where the wonder of living is too intense for words. And the space, the extremely real place, perhaps the only space which is real, and which lies ever glowing at a constant brightness (the ‘bright’ of peace and love), is the directly lived experience, the Now.

Now is not a mere moment. Now is every moment, suffused to saturation point with beginninglessness and endlessness – EveryNow.

EveryNow exists complete, without reference to a frame of words. 

EveryNow exists in completeness, independent of whether it is thought of, or sought after.

EveryNow exists completely and it is unaffected by being ignored, or overlooked, either by negligence or on purpose.

Blink, and you can find yourself in it… it in you.

All you need is to be ready and prepared. Be ready for the invitation. If you give any of what I describe a modicum of credence, then your best tribute to it and to your innate beauty, and to your instincts of self-preservation, and even to your secret inner conviction that you truly think of what I am talking about as a schmaltzy, rose-scented, kitsch pink cloud, is to be ready.

The way to get close enough to the magic of EveryNow, so that it can guzzle you all up into its roseate field, is to be prepared and ready to accept its invitation card: Infinity.

Sleep is as precious as wakefulness. Sleep is close to infinity. Sleep is a hallowed gift. Wrap it with respect, give all of yourself into it. Sleep well

~ Love’s presence EveryNow

No Everlasting Time

“Everything is. Innit.”

If Time’s prime quality is beginninglessness and endlessness, if Time’s beginning and ending are immeasurably over the horizon of Human instruments of calculation, then it is true to say Everlasting Time collapses as a contradiction in terms. 

When Time in its supra-Human vastness and all-encompassing inclusivity is considered as being the concatenation of eternity moments, does it not retain a meaning of taste, sight, sound, even of touch as well, for you and for me?

So here we are, Delicious! 
There is no “Glass half full; Glass half empty”. 

The glass is.

I see neither heaven nor hell, no duality. I see the temporary coalescence of the me I call myself in the same eternity as you.

To sum it up, good Friend, you are a beautiful concatenation of glowing moments of the infinite, just like me.

~ Love’s presence EveryNow