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April 29, 2015
Young Fool
It’s so funny how
That now when I look back
It’s with different eyes
It’s so funny how
That with my 20:20 retro vision
My life becomes a set of lies
Did I let my life pass me by?
Was fear of failure fear enough
And so no matter how I say goodbye
I know I didn’t give my best stuff
What could have, should have been
Simply rejected for normality
Now I look back to life as a teen
It’s with an increasing sense of finality
It’s so funny how
Now I really think about it
Dream, imagine and drool
It’s so funny how
Now I am able to act upon it
It seems as if I was just a young fool
I think my next book of poetry will be called Songs to put music to
It would be great if someone would do that…
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Massive Download of Wizards Book
A staggering 601 copies of my new Kindle book – Wizards, Warlocks and Magicians – were downloaded across Amazon sites during its 5-day give away. That is over 100 copies a day and the book broke the top 1000 on Amazon.com for a period as well. Now, let’s hope that it sells just as well.
Meanwhile, my new book is with my editor and a cover is being designed. This one will be both paperback and Kindle and the working title is How To Create Your Reality. I am in the process of putting up a website for this book and I will offer courses later as well for anyone interested. There will also be a video promo for the book as well. I am excited about this one as it is a topic close to my heart that I am passionate about.
Finally, I will be a guest on the Jim Harold Ghost Insight broadcast on May 7th. I am looking forward to that and Jim Harold’s show goes out to a massive audience as well.
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April 27, 2015
Saying Goodbye To A Childhood Friend
Yesterday, I found out that an old friend of mine had passed away. I discovered this via Facebook and I am still shocked beyond belief. I still do not know what happened, but I do know that Andrew Wells has gone at age 56.
I first met Andy when my family moved to Willerby from West Hull. He lived at 5 Thornwick Ave and I at 1 Thornwick Ave. He was a year older and ahead of me at school, but I recall that we both got acoustic guitars from Christmas – perhaps it was 1972 – maybe 1971. Immediately, we started to ‘jam’ together. Of course, neither of us could play a note on the guitar, but it was fun to imagine that we could. Over the next couple of years, we taught each other how to play. I remember Andy teaching me E form bar chords in my bedroom one afternoon and from there it was only a few weeks before we were bashing out 12-bar blues. We both liked Status Quo and we started to learn some of their songs from the period. We called our first band – Brutus – after his Alsatian dog! The band became Nemo in time….
Sometime a bit later, 3 Thornwick Ave changed hands and we both met Tim who now lived there. Tim is a year younger than me and it took no time at all to convince him to try playing Bass guitar. In fact, I taught him I think. Another buddy at the time, Mike, had a drum kit and soon we had a band. Andy and I progressed to electric guitars and soon we were practicing at the Willerby Conservative hall weekly. There, we annoyed the neighbours bashing out songs like Bye Bye Johnny, Backwater, Just Take Me, Big Fat Mama and more besides. Andy played lead, I was the back up guitar and vocals, Tim on bass, Mike on drums. What a time we had.
I recall the fist gig we played was at Willerby Methodist Church. How nervous we were. Halfway through the first song which was raucous and loud, the vicar pulled the plug on us! The crowd protested however, and we got to finish our short set. We felt like rock stars that night and in a way, we were.
I went to college out of town and lost track a bit of Andy. I saw him at Christmas a couple of years and I knew he was doing some kind of course in Hull and was working at Metalbox but that was about it. So, it was with some surprise in 1988 living in Kingwood outside of Houston, TX, that I got a phone call from him. It turned out he was living in Connecticut and was also in the US. He seemed to be doing pretty well and we made some remarks about meeting up as you do but the next time I saw him was Thornwick Ave when we were both visiting parents. We laughed how we had travelled so many miles to meet! Over the next few years I saw him in Willerby and Beverly and we would catch up a bit and have a beer or so and then I lost track of him again.
Then again, last year out of the blue, he emailed me and we started a new round of catch up conversation. He was living in Nashville and newly married. We hooked up on Linkedin and Facebook and he called me one day. We had a short chat and I told him I would call him back. The funny thing is is that you always think there is plenty of time. A couple of weeks ago, in response to a post on my blog, he had sent me a FB message and I replied briefly. On the 24th April, he passed away. WE never did catch up again properly and I feel as if a piece of my childhood went with him. RIP Andrew David Wells and my heartfelt condolences to his wife and family.
This is for you… I think this is the same tour we went to at Brid Spa..
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April 26, 2015
Artful Words of Science
The Art of Science is my last book of poetry published earlier this year and I happen to believe it is my best so far….. It is full of angst, insights and ideas about life, reality and it all. My poetry is fluid wordplay using words to create feelings and conjure pictures of how I see things. All my poetry books are available on Kindle and in paperback format…
Enjoy this sample from The Art of Science called Getting Older.
I once thought that
I would last forever
Had no concerns at all
Burned the candles at both ends
And in the middle too
But there came a time when
I suddenly understood
Time, was moving quickly on
Everyone looks older
But not necessarily wiser
Certain songs are sung memories
Of times now long gone
Partying with people
Whose names I no longer remember
Yes indeed, life has moved on
Getting older
Getting bolder
With each passing day
Where there is a will
They say that there is a way
But the way my body feels
I’m sometimes not so sure
Quite frankly
The word manure
Or a derivation
Comes to mind
And you know
What I find
So bloody difficult
Is actually that
Aging is so damned
Unkind
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April 24, 2015
Attacked by a Black Magician…
What is it like to be attacked by a black magician? Well, I wrote a short scene in my novel The Last Observer about a psychic attack on the hero of the story Stanley. My inspiration for this actually came from several sources.
The first is the attack on Frabato the Magician by a satanic lodge in Germany that is recounted in the book of the same name by Franz Bardon (who was an amazing magician by all accounts and who I cover in my latest book – Wizards, Warlocks and Magicians). When I first read that account, I was terrified and it stuck with me for several decades as a crazy example of what it feels like to be attacked by magic. Another inspiration was another deeply influential book in my teen life called The Devil Rides Out by Dennis Wheatley. The final bit of inspiration comes from the book by Magician Dion Fortune called Psychic Self-Defense in which she recounts several examples of attacks by magical and psychic methods. When combined with my own imagination, the following extract shows how this all came together…..
The room was almost as big as his entire flat he thought as he lay down in the huge bed. His hand now throbbed and his face felt sore as he rubbed it gingerly. For Stanley, reality had truly taken on a feeling of being unreal. In a matter of days, hours even, his cozy little world had turned upside down. He had even the target of a shooting! Despite this, simply being a few feet away from Jo had a strangely calming effect on him. “He really ought to be scarred shitless,” he thought to himself, yet he felt somehow serene, and above whatever it was that was going on. He was warm, cozy and…. Wait, he thought, I am really quite warm. He felt his own brow. Did he have the beginnings of a fever? He wasn’t sure, but it did feel awfully hot all of a sudden in the room. Stanley got up and checked the radiator. It was slightly warm. He opened a window and stood in the cold breeze but he was really beginning to feel uncomfortable hot. He took off the T-shirt he had been given and lay on the bed but this didn’t help at all either. He was simply beginning to boil. He stood up and tried walking around the large room but he didn’t just feel hot but suddenly terribly weak as well.
“Jo,” he called rather hoarsely as he also seemed to be having trouble with his throat. It felt constricted as if someone was being strangling him. He was beginning to panic a bit now as the room began slowly rotating and he had to hold on one of the posts on the bed. Something was seriously wrong and getting worse fast, he thought.
“Jo,” he tried to shout the word but all that came out was a strange rasping sound. The room was spinning wildly and Stanley felt faint and near to collapse.
“Stanley, think of the light,” said a voice close by. “Imagine Stanley the light around you.” A hand was touching his forehead and he felt himself pushed down onto the bed.
“Stanley, focus, listen to me Stanley,” said the voice. “FOCUS!”
Stanley was trying to focus but his throat was constricting, he was dripping with sweat and the room was spinning wildly, but there, in front of him every so often, as the room went around, was a vision of beauty. It was Jo. He must be dreaming. A bad dream, he thought to himself.
“FOCUS!” she screamed at him and then slapped him hard across the face.
He tried again. He tried to lock onto her beautiful eyes and to stop the room from spinning.
“Listen to me,” she commanded him. “Listen to me. You must imagine water.”
“Yes, give me water,” he managed to croak.
“No, it would kill you,” she said. “I said imagine water. Imagine you are like a fish surrounded by clear, cooling water. Imagine that you are breathing in the water through your gills and as you do, that the cooling water is taking the heat with it. You breathe in cool water and breathe out hot water as it takes the heat away.”
Stanley was struggling to make sense of this. “She wants him to be a fish and he was dying? Why?”
“Stanley, listen and focus. Concentrate. Breathe water. Breathe it through every pore in your body. Water surrounds you, cold, clear water. Breathe. Imagine.”
“Stanley was a fish,” he decided deliriously. He was a very large fish in a very large tank and through the glass, a beautiful woman was looking at him and speaking but he couldn’t hear the words. He could just see the mouth moving just like a fish might in a tank. Suddenly, Stanley was breathing water like a fish through his gills. It was cold; very cold. But it got hot quickly and he had to spit it out as it was burning his insides it was so hot. Surely, there wasn’t enough water even in his large tank to take all of this heat. He would boil alive.
“That’s it Stanley,” she screamed. “Breathe it in and be surrounded by the water.”
He breathed in and exhaled. Cold, Hot, Cold, Hot. His throat was beginning to feel better and he was definitely feeling less hot. The beautiful vision outside of the fish tank was holding his hands he realized. “Yes, he did have hands despite being a fish,” he marveled.
“Keep it going Stanley. Imagine water. Breathe the water. Don’t stop.”
Stanley was now imagining being in a river. Swimming in a mountain river and the water was foaming all around him rushing by as cold as ice from the melt waters further upstream. He was feeling more and more normal. His temperature was subsiding.
“Ok Stanley, good job,” said Jo.
He realized it was Jo. Somehow, she was swimming with him in the river. No, she was holding his hands so she couldn’t be in a river, and then he was back lying on the four-poster bed with Jo leaning over him holding both of his hands. Her face was determined, her grip was extremely tight, and his hand was hurting like hell.
“Ouch,” he screamed.
“Good. You are back,” said Jo.
“What the hell happened?”
“Relax a bit and keep thinking of the light around you Stanley; an aura of blue-white light protecting you. OK?” said Jo. “Sit up if you can.”
Stanley hauled himself up into a sitting position. “It’s Ok, I feel better now.”
This extract is from The Last Observer available from all good book sellers.
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April 23, 2015
Don’t Feed Their Greed
There is an election coming up in the UK soon and I won’t be voting. I am entitled to but I won’t – it just encourages them you see.
Seriously. Politicians these days are career Politicians by and large. They have been learning to lie since college many of them with an eye on a lucrative career in politics. They are not in it to help you or me. Just themselves. A politician is close to where money and power lies. One goes with the other. It doesn’t matter if its fiddling expenses, taking back handers for politic favors or just enjoying a privileged lifestyle – they are ALL at it. Everywhere. The system is truly broken because of it. A politician has his hand in the till at its source. Thats how they all seem to retire wealthy. They cheat, lie and steal and they do this saying they are doing it for us or for some ideal. No. They have an ideal alright and it is simply about themselves – their ego, their wallet. So, no, I won’t vote – not for one of those fat cats. Don’t tell me I deserve what I get because its you the voter who gets what he deserves – lies, lies and more lies.
Living in the Czech Republic, you see it even more clearly. People once excited to register their will in an election couldn’t care less because the system changed from one in which you had no say to one in which people pretend that you do. Democracy is a sham full of false and broken promises and the promiscuous cheating of politicians. In the USA, the sham is delivered with Theater but only millionaires run for national office and these days it seems just members of two families. What is the difference between America’s false democracy and Chinese Communism? None except an illusion of freedom and liberty. Here in the Czech Republic a billionaire created a party, bought most of the media and his party came second in the election. He is finance Minister with his eyes on PM. He campaigned on an anti-corruption ticket. I guess people believed him and since he is already so rich, why would he cheat? Well, because the richer people get the richer they want to be. Furthermore, he is suspected of making his billions as an ex-secret police informer and party hack under communism. In short – he is the very essence of corrupt running and lying about corruption.
I won’t vote for people like this. Neither should you. If no one voted at all what would happen? Chaos because the farce would be over. These cheating liars would have no mandate and no basis on which to continue playing games. Instead, lets just use a computer to elect a fair and representative sample of people with REAL experience in all walks of life.
Why wouldn’t that work?
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April 22, 2015
Lady Luck…
What is the secret formula of success?
I wish I knew. What makes the difference between fame and fortune or not? My guess is it is actually purely luck. It isn’t talent. Lot’s of talented people never find fame or fortune. It isn’t personality – the same applies – there are lots of personalities around. Perhaps it is perserverance?
I really do think you have to have the personality, the talent and perserverance but what really tips the scale is luck. Being the right person at the right time in the right place. Either that or there is a Devil and people really do sell their souls….. actually, the latter wouldn’t surprise me either in some cases.
Can you make your own luck?
I think you probably can through visualization, energy, attention and so on. I haven’t yet discovered the formula myself though or else, well, I’d be famous by now and clearly, I am not. I need a bit of Lady Luck. I need to catch the moment and blow with the wind…..
Meanwhile, I am working hard…….
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April 21, 2015
Reviews Always Wanted
Yes, I am asking again. If you have read one of my books can I ask you to leave a short review on Amazon? It can be an honest review – good or bad. Reviews are critically important for books and authors and while a book like My Haunted Life Too has sold over 1000 copies, it only has 10 reviews on the Amazon sites!!
Please, do me a favor and write a review. I will even gift you a copy to review if you ask me…
Thanks so much!!!
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April 20, 2015
Jumping The Queue
Today, I am stood in a queue. I observe that there is a single line for two checks outs and the person at the front of the line selects the check out that first comes free. I am four or five back and I take my position and aimlessly think of nothing. As I get to the front of the line I suddenly think to myself that now it’s just me here, I am sure someone will push past me when the first check out comes free. The thought slipped out before I had a chance to stop it. As soon as it was released I knew…..
The guy behind spotting his opportunity jumped in front of me to the left hand check out. I stood there dismayed. Then I stepped in front of him and said firmly “I was first!” At this point I was mildly amused but his reaction triggered my temper – yes – I have a quick temper. “You were lined up for the other,” he says……. It’s at times like that it is good I am not a competent Magician because if I were … toad city for him at best. However, I explained his mistake as patiently as I could and even the check out girl told him in Czech – “He was first.” As I left, I couldn’t hold on to the two words that left my mouth in his direction beginning with A and ending in E. I couldn’t help it…
I learned a couple of things from this.
First, thoughts are real and do create reality. I had to think it and it immediately happened. You see, I think we are all good at this – I call it conspiracy thinking…. We set up an outlook on life where we expect things to happen a certain way and then they do…. just like a conspiracy theorist who sees his ideas proven at every point.
Second, despite all the work I have done on my quick temper and big mouth. It has not been enough and I need to work harder. For me, this is my biggest flaw and weakness as a human being. To others, it probably is a small speck and they wonder why I don’t see the bloody stick!
Thirdly, people really are A……Es at times aren’t they? See, I could have jumped in front of the person in front of me too but I didn’t and wouldn’t. Not in a million years. I wouldn’t have the nerve if I am honest and more importantly, I’m just not that kind of person. But many are. How come I get to meet them all of the time? (See, there goes my conspiracy theory again!)….
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