Wednesday, 23 February 2011


There is a space within us that is pure and unadulterated; unformed, raw, natural. This is the space from which we watch the world occurring. It is who we are. It is the only thing that is real.

Except it’s not a thing. And if you try and grasp it, it eludes you, because it is ungraspable. It’s there, for sure. But then again, it isn’t.

Wait a minute, let me just check…

Yep, still there. Sort of.

Anyway, those of you familiar with my recent shenanigans will know that I’ve been spending an awful lot of time doing self-enquiry, and not a lot else, and the truth of it is this: it’s giving me a bloody headache.

So I am renouncing spirituality of every kind. And God, yes. I’m renouncing God, too. Let’s not forget Him.

Instead I’m going to be playing rock and roll very loudly, and perhaps indulging in a spot of shop-lifting.

Toodle pip. 

Friday, 4 February 2011

In the Mind of God, Ironing my Brains

The thing is: we are asleep.

We are having the same dream, in our one mind, which is the mind of God.

We are walking around in the dreaming mind of God thinking it is real.

Everything is in the mind of God, which is your mind, my mind, our mind. We don’t “have” a life; we are the life.

The life.

Everything we see, touch, feel, taste, imagine, believe or remember is the same substance that we are: a dream in the mind of God.

We are not separate, nor are we different, because we are the One imagining everything.

We are the One who is dreaming this.

We are the One which is inconceivable and unknowable.

We are the One in which the Universe appears and disappears.

We are That.