*To my Friend who is in pain and perplexity*

* To my Friend who is in pain and perplexity *



I truly wish my words fill up your heart with love, dear Friend.


I remind you, you have set out courageous and have begun to confront dark barriers which old traumas and sorrows have solidified into blocks on your path.

Some of these horrid monoliths you have grown accustomed to carrying about with you wherever you go, wherever you are.

This is hard work, exhausting and lonely. There is no relief. The sad thing is, in the end, your beautiful lovable self can curl up and shrink out of sight.

And now I remind you that I still believe in Epiphany.
Being drenched by a spontaneous experience of this magnitude can take a person into a state of raised consciousness, regardless of unresolved internal obstacles.

Here is a place, a state of vibrant new awareness, where there is a continuous, powerful, conscious intuitive connection between oneself and the origin of all life.

This is a sudden inrush into the heart of life force – peace and love – from which all life springs and to which all life returns.

The heart floods with love. Very quickly the lovelight shows up the years, months and days lived in the shade.

Here is the source of a waterfall of Healing.

I liken this potential to enter into transformative awakening, this state of grace by an epiphany, to an arrival at a Portal, as depicted so graphically in ‘Stargate’, the sci-fi series.

However, there is a price to pay. No one steps through a Portal casually. It takes courage and determination born out of desperation and repeated suffering to embark on such a rite of passage.

A person who has acknowledged and begun a journey of self-discovery, this person is unavoidably on course to rediscover the lovable, as well as the loving self.

The loving self I say, because you know you love and you have loved, and you can love. Giving comes rather naturally.

Can you be loved so willingly in these familiar ways by your own self? In a nutshell, can you love yourself? Can you “be love” ?

Some call the opening of a significant life journey a falling in love again with the self.

“Again” because the original self “is” love. The early human baby, to whom the future has no meaning, is all about present immediacy.

This new being inhabits the space, the playground of love.

Here in this primal arena is also hunger, thirst, desire for security, in whatever order.

The reason (if such an abstraction has any meaning in the context of a newborn) why such primal needs excite us so much is simply that they sustain life.

This is life lived at no remove at all from the life instinct – the will to live, to continue to survive. This condition of mind is primitive, urgent, exciting.

And I say it is very beautiful indeed.

Every sentient being on Earth – in the sea, on land, in the air – lives at this intense level.

Some time later, in independent times, once the need is implanted, as a result of whatever life circumstances, banal or dramatic, to discover the answers to Who, What, even

Why I “am”, the path at your feet becomes luminous and fertile with a rather mysterious sense of promise.

This feeling of being onto something exciting is present for the straightforward reason that there is a strong intuition that a fulfilment is waiting.

A resolution seems to be attainable for me, because it is I who have made the possibility of fulfilment appear to be within my reach, exactly because it is me who visualised it, called out to it, who cried out for it.

“In my beginning is my end” – TS Eliot

All life, as we read in books, is interconnected. All the interconnections stem from one source, we read in the books. The source is terrific, powerful and overwhelmingly beautiful, as we read and hear from various directions. This is so.

In unity, Humanity has raised its face to this millennial truth. This is as it is.

Little wonder that having stepped out on the pilgrimage to self realisation, the ground trembles, and we feel irresistibly drawn on.

The stage is reached where only a hair trigger stimulus will be enough to slam the seeker into a brilliant way of seeing.

Or not!

Epiphany experiences are in rather short supply!

It may happen a person grows quietly into a new place of understanding. With a: “So that’s it.” With a few “Aha’s”. Quickly, or little by little.

Like a dam burst open, there is no avoiding, no postponing, no ignoring the approach of light, the flowering of abundant life and, with this release, laughter.

I so truly wish this on you with all my soul’s strength, my dear Friend

The search for EveryNow

~ Love is present EveryNow ❤️


For years I questioned how I can be in total comfort with myself? How can I be happy and my spirits be in balance? 


Always these questions around introspection and self-enquiry for me. 


After my very young inner child had successfully built grand defences against early trauma, the sea of companionship receded from me and I was on my own fortified island. 


Marooned as the “me I call myself” long after my defences had ceased to serve their purpose, I was perpetually on an elusive quest to “catch” myself engaged fully in my most completely alive and revealing moments, at peace and in bliss.


So I feel to share again in gratitude and in simple celebration the mutual recognition of light and beauty in another, and the reflection in me.


Here, in another time of writing, is my pixel of truth as a member of humanity… “So when I try to define my life’s force in words, or dance, or music, or art, it does not resist me, neither can it escape me, because it is me.
On rare exquisite occasions it can turn towards me and light me up with a smile of a beautiful person whose gaze I meet, and I am melted clean. “


I once put this on paper…” In the intervening time since I first wrote this, I have many times over been ‘melted clean’. Every time this minor miracle happens, my heart tells me, ‘Leap for joy! Loop the loop!’ until the last remnants of grime and sludge disappear from the windscreen of my pedestrian view. “


It is when I am no longer aware of it, and have not ‘reminded myself’ to tell myself that I am happy, that the quintessence of pleasure occurs. It occurs the way a bubbling freshwater spring upwells.


And here, for many years, and indeed for my first 66 years, submission to the joy of the moment – EveryNow – remained a pretty metaphor, an intriguing glimpse of other people’s existences, but never my own.


My route to arrival (in part) at EveryNow was through my furious and repeated focus over an extended period of years on these two puzzles.


What constitutes the bliss that so utterly takes “me” over? And where am “I” at the moment I vanish and become “become” bliss?


Again… what is the experience like to completely “be” someone else? Put in other words, what is it to fully present my own self with the pure distillation of the sentience of another living sentient creature?

By engaging myself in this roller-coaster thought-ride, centrifugal force may fling me off. It is just one of the many ways to lose myself and find the world. 


If I care to think on it, this is the best endeavour of all of my powers of understanding and intuition set to the task of vanishing as being me, and to entering into the sacred presence of the essential essence of another. Another man, woman, tree, even a stone!


Less is so much more that it defies description!


And it is this lack of definitive Definitions, this willingness of mine to take the courage of my own spiked curiosity, in the absence of labelling intentions, that brings me to see there are two things which have meaningful existence: Peace and Love.


Love is the child of Light and Peace.


What makes all the foregoing worthwhile and valid? These two: Peace and Love. Peace and Love are qualities which together constitute my heart, my most sacred personal space.


And I have a simple practical way to find myself whenever I am in need, feel troubled, restless or lost. 


The reality for me of the existence in me of Love and Peace. is not just a chunk of factual knowledge that I can refer to. 


Through thick and thin, illness, despair, literal clinical madness and the mayhem of chaos, I know for sure I need only look inwards. 


I only need touch into this heart of mine with a smile in order to reignite my entire panoply of reasons to be alive and to continue to live.

Instantly I am driven to raise and praise these qualities and make them known and shared far and wide.


And principally to those I love.
~ Love is present  E v e r yN o w ❤️

Hands across the planet

§ Hands across the planet – 2015, 2019 §

It’s a good moment to share with hands across the planet.

After about sixty-six years of Deep Thought, I see life as a Flow. We human beings have more in common with the Swarm of life, than with our individual goings and comings.

Even when outstanding individuals express monumental truths, the light emitted by them is momentary, because their expressions relate to core pillars of existence, and these are what everyone has in common with everything.

If one person sees a fragment of universal brilliance, and urgently shares it, it is not the person, but the starkly appearing light which grabs our attention. If an artist shines a light on something, that thing is not spotlit, it is something more of everything that is seen illuminated.

I read with fascination and admiration about journeys of awakening on Facebook, and I love to speak about matters of the heart with close friends.

I see more than ever theirs matches my own journey of exploration of ideas about the progress of the soul.

In particular, and most recently, the fundamental predominance of the Swarm, the Collective Spirit or Soul of humanity shows up.

Like the view of the rising of the Sun or Moon, when I as individual progress towards clear unobstructed vision of my place in the Cosmos, I see reflections in so many other eyes and minds and hearts all along the generations.

My sense is, when discovering threads of thought in common, I share treads on paths in common. My sense is of a warm welcome-home feeling that those puzzles I have independently struggled to understand are valid subjects to struggle with.

I may have passed decades questing for significance and meaningful truths, all in my separation from the maddening crowd, like a hermit, or a Pole Percher, because isolation had been my experience for the first 66 years.

But my vindication is in the realisation that I climbed the mountain by the hard route, perhaps out of ignorance by the longest route, yet I breathe in the same panoramic views at the summit, as those who were led there by the hand, or even those who rode there on cushioned palanquins!

I feel like the journeyman apprentices of old. They were shown the time-honoured methods, they picked up on the rules of thumb, they gained in skill at a pace measured in long Moon cycles. After such deep cultivation constructed by past generations, their time became fertilised with precious knowledge.

These artisan workers produced their own examples of their crafts using their own dexterity, deftness, lightness of touch. Their learned and time-perfected skills also became a part of their way of life.

They neither boasted nor hid their extensive skills. They were inseparable from who they were. They got on with the job.

What’s my job?

I want to help show others how love, in its blessed power and tenderly disposed majesty, waits with all the patience of the sky, to be welcomed in.

I want to help show that this startling, monumental and terribly welcome love, when it becomes visible through the thinnest of thin veils, is always ready to hold hands with you in your heart of hearts.

I live to see the sunrise smile of recognition when this love’s first greeting names and reveals itself as resident Peace at the core essence of you and of each one of us, and you know darkness will never ever return!

The best to you on this day’s end, your day’s beginning, whoever, wherever you are on the planet

~ Love is present E v e r yN o w

Your restless heart

Your restless heart is your guide and your sentient compassion is the mover. Only reBeFriend your heart, and let it lead. 


Not very long ago, I used to be eternally questing and questioning, investing the plain truth of the Absolute with additional comprehensions and comparisons. I characterise this superficial dance of mine as ‘Living to love’.


I disagree with the popular saying, “Everything happens for a reason”. I see a satisfying completeness, a sighing release of tension, in, “Everything happens.”


Where Everything Happens, the mind is led away from knock, knock, knocking on closed doors. The heart awakes and is free to see No-Door, and goes right on through with the elegant grace of a non-chalant swan.


The more Acceptance of the perfection of all that exists replaces desire for answers to existence, the more serenity, peaceful mind, quietude of subtle joys begin to take centre ground and are ready become endless fountains of nourishment and healing. As It Was in the Beginning, etc etc etc.


It took me most of the self-aware years of my life to begin to arrive here. I have ceased to seek new questions. I open the eyes of my eyes to the answers which precede all questions. Answers outnumber questions pretty much to extinguishment! 


The ingredients of my understanding were always present. Only I would so enjoy observing them tumbling around! At this moment my washing machine is gurgling contentedly and doing exactly that!


~ Love is present E v e r yN o w

A friend’s tears

§ On hearing of a friend’s tears §

There never is any preparation for the fact of death. When the shock of it affects our loved ones, family, friends, friends of friends or acquaintances, or those with whose names and influences we have grown up, death immediately shakes us to our very molecules.

In a strange way, because death is so extreme, so absolute, death can be trusted. This is a certainty to be grateful for.

Death never hides. It never pretends or is ambiguous. It is subject to no interpretation or comprehension other than by reference to itself alone.

That is what sets the fact of death apart from regular human business. There are no arguments, no halfway compromises. There is nothing else to do but to meet the fact of death with compassion and acceptance.

The only preparation we can offer to ourselves is to explore our innate compassion and to cultivate the humility of Acceptance.

Long years of making a friend of Acceptance may lessen the chaos of the shock when death visits. We can bring to our awareness over time what our natural compassionate impulses mean to us, and we can examine with care and attentiveness the source of compassion.

It may seem of practical help to reflect on how the origins of compassion derive both their beginning and ending in death. There is a continuous cyclic flow of energy conservation, whose non-competitive, symbiotic motive forces span the axes of death and living compassion.

Respect is due in equal measure to death’s inevitability and to our ability to deepen our acceptance of death with compassion

~ Love is present E v e r yN o w