Monthly Archives: December 2009

The cult of significance has spread like a bubonic plague amongst mankind even more so over the past 10 years and especially with the rise and rise and rise on the internet.

Now anyone, anywhere, anytime can be famous.

People are driven messages into their minds about how important they are, how special they are, how they are here for a bigger purpose and to release mankind from one thing or another.

This is the Cult of Significance.

I’m on TV… I’m significant.

I’m on the stage … I’m significant.

I’m on a website … I’m significant.

People look up to me … I’m significant.

And so on and on. But the problem is this…this insidious cult is focused mainly on one thing and one thing only… THEM! The individual, no more, no less.

Look how politicians have changed. I’m old enough now to be able to look back over the years and see how they are gigantically different to how they used to be.

Decades ago a politician would be a person with huge life experience that then dedicated himself or herself to the SERVICE of the public.

They would take their massive experience and go into public office to share their life wealth for the better good. This was built around serving the public, serving the country, swerving a bigger good, a better picture. Of course not all were like that but a good chunk hung on to that ideology. Do you think politicians have your greater good in mind today?… continue reading

19 years ago on New Years Eve Dave was with his ex-wife, he made a promise to her, a new years resolution, his RESOLVE to her that things would change, he would change.

Life would get better, cash would get easier, life would get clearer. Each new year Dave entered started well and then quickly went back to his old place.

After 10 years of marriage his wife told him … change or this marriage is over.

So again for the next 5 New Years Eves Dave went over the same ritual, the same words, the same promise that clearly weren’t going to be fulfilled.

When he said his resolve, he meant it, kind of, but it was never really going to happen.

19 Years later Dave is alone wondering what went wrong. He says… next year will be different.

Why all the fuss on New Years Eve then?

New years day has it’s modern day invention as far back as 153 B.C. The whole thing was dedicated to the Mythical Roman King Janus.

Janus had to faces. One looked back, the other looked forward.

The face that looked back was to look over the previous year gone and extend forgiveness to their enemies.

The other face was to look forward … probably to the day when they would slaughter their enemies (lol).

And most of the time history and Dave above has shown New Years Resolutions aren’t worth the paper, the air they are spoken into.

Why is that?

Change begins with you and unless you know who you are a date, a promise, a thought won’t mean anything.

When we go through change on mass, ie, New Years Eve, change cannot take place within us. Because when we run with the pack, go on mass, follow the crowd… continue reading

Have you ever been to a Jazz club? Last night I went and was surprised by Old Helen. She is looks in her 90s. I’ll tell you about her in a second.

As I stood and sat by my table I looked around observing and looking at everyone. The majority were aged from 25-45 maybe 75%. The rest were older.

There was a group of four sat in front of me. One lady with a very funky sense of style, wearing a black Cleopatra haircut and massive smile with her blonde laughing friend, could be seen laughing and singing all night.

Facing them were a couple that looked all lived out. I would say they were average people, aged around 45-50. They looked much older. They were grey, looked miserable and dull. They were clearly a couple yet the distance between them was huge. They knew they shouldn’t be together.

She sat hunched looking at the lady singing and laughing almost hypnotized with not a flinch on her face. He sat looking down, forehead frowned, grey, lifeless and almost dead.

I wondered as they looked so unhappy had they attracted each other as a perfect match or had they simply been lived out and given up waiting for death? Either way, they looked miserable.

Then came a moment of spark. The grey couple pulled out Christmas gifts and handed them to the ladies without breaking a smile, almost asking for a pat on the shoulder. The ladies jumped up, went around the table and kissed, hugged and thanked the couple. The couple looked almost frozen… continue reading

Some time ago I met a woman called beauty. Her beauty came from the inside although the outside was beautiful to. Beauty was her name.

She had insights of life, understandings of people, passions of a saint and the attraction of a goddess. No wonder she was called beauty.

Beauty loved life, she loved to give, she understood that others needed her help and she would surrender her all to give it.

As life went along beauty started to notice her own life more. She would look at others and desire what they have. Not in a greedy way. Just in a way that it seemed better than her life. She felt that having more of what they had in her life would give her more happiness, joy and fulfillment.

Beauty would listen and apply and transform. The ideas of others excited her, the inspired her, the energized her. She would try and live just like them for a while but couldn’t sustain it. They made her happy until she felt unhappy again. Then beauty would repeat the cycle all over again.

Looking outside for happiness. Follow what she thought was happiness. End up unhappy and repeat all over again.

This led to beauty being unhappy in life.

Beauty is now sad and alone. She has her animals. She has her transient friends. She has herself. Beauty is alone.

For years, she listened to the teachers, the gurus, the masters, the path makers, the changeling masters, the high voices. They gave her, she took, beauty is unhappy, sad and alone.

Beauty had everything. She had all that made her happy. She had her loving, warm, beautiful home. She left it behind. She had her loving, caring, deepest soul-mate man. She left him behind. She had her dreams, she left… continue reading

Law of Attraction Pt2.

As Tom walks back from the local car dealer the huge smile across his face shows he is feeling pleased with himself.

Today he did something he has never been able to do in his life. Tom bought himself an Audi R8 for £82,555 -IN CASH!

As he arrives back to his home his new wife is waiting to meet him. She is stunning on the outside as well as on the inside. She smiles, hugs him tight and kisses him lightly on the lips.

No words pass, just the knowing of love and happiness in that moment.

Tom’s world is new, it’s a dramatic change from the broken divorcée that sat with his hands pressed against his aging face only a few months ago.

Look at him now.

New, fresh, alive, happy, smiling and also – Tom has a surplus of cash in the bank.

There is one side effect to this. When his family ask him how he has made such a huge change Tom gets all excited and tells them direct that he manifested his new life.

They don’t even ask what he means, they simply look at him as though he has gone crazy.

Yet the fact is, something so powerful has taken Tom’s life and transformed it into something that looked impossible not all that long ago.

Now Tom’s granny, she is old and wise. Tom loves her, she adores this little boy all grown up and admires his strength.

Granny is the only one to ask what they all want to know.

"Tom, tell me, how did you make those changes happen so fast?"

Now Tom will tell her because you tell grannies everything. They don’t judge, they have lived a life and are full of experience of things that… continue reading

Law of Attraction Pt1.

At 41 years old, divorced, sad, grey, broke and totally crushed, Tom sat alone looking at his lack of success, wealth and happiness staring him longingly in the face.

As he sat on the floor on the old worn dusty carpet in his rented flat, Tom placed before him all his available cash. The amount was a pathetic 19 pence. Not a great deal for 41 years of life and over 20 years of hard work.

Things had to change.

It was around this time Tom went into an old book shop in the heart of Shropshire, UK. He hadn’t gone there for a book but as he walked along the chilly hardened street where the cold rushed between his skin and his coat, Tom felt attracted into the old shop.

As Tom walked in, above the door Tom read a small, old hand made sign carved into wood. It read … "where words become real" . Ha thought Tom, all the asking in the World has left me broke!

Yet Tom still felt compelled to walk up the old spiral staircase, into the loft chamber where most of the old books were kept. These are the books that are collected from people that have passed away or surrendered their brains from the imagination of a book for the hypnosis of TV.

As Tom arrived at the top of the stair an old lady shuffled past him. Tom said, "excuse me" and the old lady smiled at Tom and said… "I think that chair in the corner is waiting for you!"

Tom smiled, just happy to be warm but heeded the words from the old lady and took up the seat in the corner on the old creaky oak chair.

The old… continue reading