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The Story – from Best Laid Plans

I am going to tell you a story
Although it has a beginning
It’s ending is yet unwritten
And maybe has no ending

Once upon a long, long time ago
A boy was to a woman born
He sneezed and started his life
He was the family’s very first born

He grew and grew and grew
Tall and thin but quite bright
And off to college he went
Seeking out truth and inner light

He looked and searched all about
Examining all manner of places
Never finding what he sought
But he covered all the bases

One day in despair he sat
Quietly contemplating naught
Tired of seeking, he took a rest
And lost his train of thought

The inner vision grew and grew
Discovering very strange places
Filled with even stranger men
And their weird eyeless faces

He journeyed on and on afar
Deeper and deeper he did travel
Until he met a beautiful queen
It was then all began to unravel

The Queen you see embraced
Our weary and worn out hero
And he drank her kisses deep
While floating as if in limbo

I have the answers that you seek
Said the loving yet listless Queen
I am your eternal polar shadow
Living life somewhere in between

I am the answer that you seek
She said between those kisses
I can make us both complete
But our hero became suspicious

Tell me then, he said to her
What is the meaning?
And why am I here at all?
Because surely I am simply dreaming

The Queen hearing this did smile
And began to sing a familiar rhyme
About rowing a boat down a stream
And when he heard that final line
That life is but a dream
He knew
Do you too?

Tagged: Best Laid Plans

Best Laid Plans and Other Strange Tails – Out 1st September 2014

OK call me mad or whatever you wish but I will be publishing my 5th collection of poetry on September 1st. Titled Best Laid Plans and Other Strange Tails, it will be available in paperback and Kindle versions as of that date and I will launch it with a special promotion too so keep your eyes peeled! For those who enjoy poetry, I already have several poetry collections out including;

– Moon Whispers

– Astral Messages

– Poems for the Little Room

– Weird Tales

All are available in paperback and Kindle formats on all Amazon sites and also directly from me.

This may or may not be the cover…. we will see.

Deeper

It’s so dark I can hardly see

A gloom lies all around

A dark blanket of heaviness

Like the fog that envelopes

My mind in misty confusion

A dark and gloomy conclusion

I’m tired so very tired

Death and destruction

War and virulent pestilence

There is neither truth nor sense

In anything that I see

Yet is this an echo of me?

Deeper I seem to fall

And the deeper it gets

The more I feel constrained

As if trapped and contained

In some sort of heavy mud

Some stinking heap of crud

I am in a darkened tunnel

That never seems to end

The light I see is distant

Becoming even non-existent

As I seem to sink in deeper

Deeper, ever deeper

CBA

Periodically I seem to fall into some sort of depression. Actually, I am not sure if it is depression or something else. I become lethargic and I simply lose interest in everything. I mean, things seem like a good idea but then I simply cannot be bothered to do it. I sit wasting days on end essentially doing nothing at all except aimless web surfing or TV watching. I don’t want to go out or do anything and nothing seems to make me feel complete. Is that depression? Usually, it lasts a few days and then I am fine again – the usual busy old me. Anyway, as you may have guessed. I am currently in this mood or frame of mind. I can’t be bothered to do anything at all and everything is simply too much effort.

Last night I wrote a few more pages of my novel but couldn’t be bothered to read what I had wrote. Today, I thought I would start compiling a new collection of poetry – I even have the name ready – Best Laid Plans … and other strange tails. Please note, the spelling is deliberate! I sort of put all my latest poems in a word file but then simply got bored with it – too much effort and nobody reads my poetry anyway so what the hell am I wasting my time for? Work? I usually enjoy my work but the last few days of last week and the first few days of this I find it simply impossible to start anything and if I start it I can’t be bothered to finish. I hate feeling like this. I really do.

Outside its raining and it seems to have been raining for ages. Its August! Where is the sun? Maybe it is the weather getting me down I don’t know but I hope to hell I lose this mood soon….

Europe is on Vacation

August. Everyone seems to disappear in August. Usually by 2pm on a business day, I would have had close to 50 or so emails and I would be deep into multi-tasking a number of different activities. Today? I have had 1 email on my business account and perhaps 8 on my personal account. OK so the US is about to get to the office on the east coast and things may pick up but here in Europe – everyone but me is on holiday! Yes. The entire continent is on vacation for August it seems.

On Friday, I sent an email to a list of contacts about a conference. I would say 95% returned an I am on vacation message! We also decided to spend the weekend at a spa in Hungary or the Slovak Republic but I had an incredibly hard time finding a hotel room and ended up finding a room 38 km from where we were heading…. Yes, its August. The entire continent is gone. All on vacation.

Hope you all have a great vacation and hope to hear from you in a couple of weeks….

Enough!

To accompany my blog post today – A few lines….

Abused and used
No one to tell
A sordid hell
Power mongered
Nothing gained
Children pained
Corrupt bastards
Running the country
Covering up
Hiding the truth
Protecting friends
In high places
No one cares
No one gives a damn
Homeless kids
Forgotten anyway
Don’t have a say
Humanity abused
Sexually used
Tears cried
Nowhere to hide
Insanity prevails
Pedophile monsters
Criminal abusers
No escape
No justice
None

Stranger Than Fiction – The UK Pedophile Story that Won’t go Away

For decades there have been rumors about a pedophile ring at the highest levels of British society. From time to time, bits and pieces would bubble up in newspapers and then just as quickly, the story was gone again. The story was always there though in the background as whispers, innuendo and rumor. It was a story picked over by conspiracy theorists who no doubt embellished it with lurid stories of satanism, black magic, lizards, aliens, murder, royalty and much much more. Indeed, much of this was truly stranger than fiction but throughout there was a core of substance to these stories. Since the Saville case came to light, the existence of such a pedophile ring involving powerful people and going to the core of British society has been proven. Increasingly, the papers and the media are covering the story and the conclusion has to be that the Britain we all know is a lie.

Everyone who knows me will appreciate, I don’t like conspiracy stories. In fact, I set out to disprove conspiracy and my view is that the logical explanation is always the most likely but that we will never know the truth of anything. Too much chaos and too much personal interpretation by everyone involved in anything to ever see the truth of a matter like this. Too many people willing to twist and embellish for personal gain or some other reason. Read The Prague Cemetery if you want to understand how it is done. An excellent book. But I digress. In this instance, there are too many independent pieces of evidence now to come to any other logical conclusion than there is a massive cover up around this group of powerful pedophiles in the UK and that this has been covered up for decades.

I come to this conclusion reluctantly because, like most people, I do not want to believe or accept it. But consider just a few of these items, do your own research and you will come to similar conclusions I am sure. The despicable Jimmy Saville and all of his friends and connections including his driver, Cyril Smith, Peter Morrison, the busting of a huge pedophile ring involving more than 6000 people across the UK, Norman Tebbit’s statement that there ‘probably was a cover up as we believed it was better to protect the system’. He now views that as a mistake. I am not going to name other names though yesterdays news did not surprise me as this man is rumored to be a part of the high-level pedophile ring that literally ran (runs) the country. Stars, politicians, aristocracy and one or two business leaders…..For such a story to never actually bust out another logical conclusion must be that the secret service and police at high-levels are also involved in the cover up.

I think its time this story was blown wide open. I think its time we knew the truth. I think we should demand to have this investigated out in the open and that no one – NO ONE is sacrosanct.

I have two additional thoughts around this topic. Firstly, back in the 70’s and 80’s, this sort of thing was endemic and pretty much kept quiet by everyone. It was a sort of open secret. For example, at my elementary school, there was a male teacher whose name I do not recall that we all avoided. It was well known that if you were a boy and you got hurt or distressed, this teachers favorite way to comfort you was to shove his hands down your pants and fondle you. All the other teachers knew, I think parents knew. No one did anything. I recall falling and grazing my knee at break one day. I was crying but as I saw this creep walking towards me I ran. I ran as fast as I could because I had seen what he did and he wasn’t going to do it to me. Don’t get me started about the scout masters I knew. Nice men but they too seemed to think that a good old fondle was the way to comfort a small boy. Don’t tell me it wasn’t common knowledge – I am sure most people knew and they looked the other way.

My second thought is probably whimsical and falls into the conspiracy area that I so detest but…. I am inclined to believe that people sell their souls for power. Whether accidentally or deliberately, there is no doubt that for wealth, power and influence, people will do things that are ‘evil’. In doing so, they sell their souls. Stranger than fiction?

A cornucopia of magic, mayhem and murder – The Last Observer - my latest novel….

Tagged: Reality

A Caustic World is Cause to Know Thyself

I know that sometimes my views upset people. Sorry, I am entitled to my views and you yours so if you are going to unfriend me simply because my views are different then fine – go ahead. The world has become increasingly caustic anyway and so this closed minded attitude that I observe routinely around me is no surprise – though it is disappointing. Let me cite a few examples of what I term this caustic attitude.

These days people jump to convict on conviction without knowing all or in most instances, any of the facts. Somehow they simply believe that they are right and there can be no debate about it. None at all.

A couple of examples come to mind.

A young black man was shot and killed by a police officer in the USA. No one seems interested in what actually happened at all. Depending on your pre-programmed politics this is a clear case of white police brutality or yet another example of inner city black youth violence and disrespect. People have looted and stolen to ‘protest’ this incident and continue to do so. Liberal commentators apparently think more looting and violence is the right way to go based on a tweet I read this morning. I will admit that I don’t know what happened. None of us do and probably never will. It was a tragic incident and I grieve for everyone concerned. I do know this. Theft, violence and an idea that someone must be ‘crucified’ cannot ever be justified no matter what happened. No one can know what was experienced by the parties involved in this and as a result, it cannot ever be judged on that level.

Israel and Palestine. Like so many issues this one has gone on for so long that there is no truth here. Its simply a huge caustic mess. There is no right side and a wrong side. Israel has a right to exist and the Palestinians have a right to live too. Both sides engage in violence and both sides lie. Chose one or chose the other and you are a fool. The only choice here is peace and love no matter how ‘silly’ that might sound. You are ignorant if you takes sides in this because you do not understand the human sides of this story – it is not your experience and you cannot judge it.

I could go on and on but I won’t. The point I am trying to make is unless you experience something you cannot know and you cannot judge. There are always two sides to any story and many people willing to grind their axe as well. I would hate to be a lawyer or a judge but at least in this instance, you are being asked to judge based around a set of rules as opposed to making an experiential judgement.

Today, people don’t think they react. People feel as if they should judge everything as if they were either an expert or experienced to do it. People see the world through the lens of their prejudice and interpret accordingly. People are too willing to argue and fight and take sides if someone tells them to. It’s bullshit people!

I have views that I am willing to debate in areas I actually know something about and have experience of – Fracking, Global Warming, Nuclear energy and that sort of thing. I get into discussion on these things with people I otherwise respected who parrot back to me the most stupid of arguments (sorry but I am honest too) that they heard or read about and that emotionally they feel aligned with. Why? Do you not think people? Do you not want to think?

The world is caustic these days.

Scottish Independence – should be a great debate but all it seems to bring up is old emotional and twisted jealousies and misconceptions. I actually have seen the refusal to accept Scottish banknotes in England cited as a reason to be independent. This deliberate and brutish insult to the Scots sensibilities is evidence enough of the English historical anti-Scots bullshit. Really? Do you really think that the English shopkeeper in Barnet, for example, actually gives a brass monkeys about Scottish independence? I reckon he probably has concerns that he may be accepting a forged note and might lose his job for it – don’t you?

OK – this has turned into a rant but I have to say I am really sick and tired of people spouting nonsense and having to have their say on everything through their selfish lens of no experience. The world is a squabble of massive proportions. People are angry, jealous and think they deserve a living. I despair and hanker back to simpler times when people knew their limits, could differentiate between things they were qualified to discuss and things they should use an expert for. The days before social media gave every hater, quack and pseudo scientist an equal voice.

Lets have a bit more thought shall we? Let’s recognize that the world is complex and that no matter how things may look, its unlikely we could ever really know unless we had experienced it.

Rather than look outwards trying to push our way to the top of some heap of humanity, look inwards ands sort yourself out. That way, there may just be hope.

Ghost Stories

As many of you may already know, I had a strange and psychically troubled childhood some of which is documented in my book Inner Journeys. along the way, I bumped into a few ghosts too….

We lived in a typical semi-detached house on the outskirts of Hull. So far as I know, it was built in the 1920’s and had little history that might make you think it could be haunted. I recall my first impressions of the place though as a young boy. It was cold with no central heating, felt damp and gloomy and the bare floorboards and old wallpaper added a certain creepiness to the place. Of course, my Dad was an amazingly resourceful man and very soon, the entire place was redecorated and central heating added. Still, it always had an atmosphere so far as I was concerned. It wasn’t long after moving in that my worst fears were confirmed. I shared a room with my brother Chris. On the other wall, our father had built fitted cupboards with a desk in between for homework. One night as I peeked out from under the bed clothes, I saw a white outline type figure sat close to where the desk was scribbling away. The figure wore a broad brimmed hat and was dressed like a Cavalier. Not being the bravest of souls, after recovering from the shock, I screamed. Chris awoke or stirred at the sound of that and we both watched as the figure turned its head disturbed, stood up and then glided over and out through the wall. Chris still recalls the incident as well as I.

A few years later, we were camping in the caravan at Hawkeshead in the Lake District. As we walked back from the town to the campsite a couple of miles away it was already dark. As Dad, his friend Jack, me and my brothers and Jack’s daughters were walking in almost pitch black down a country road, we heard the distant sound of a horse its hoofs thudding along as it ran very quickly from somewhere behind us. I recall watching the horse and its highwayman type rider pass us by as if oblivious of us, the road, the drystone walls, the trees or anything. It simply travelled through things as opposed to around them! The thudding of the horses hoofs got louder as it passed us by but there was no doubting among those of us that had seen it – it was a ghostly rider we had just seen.

Many years later, I was traveling with my consulting job back and forth to quite a posh village near Manchester – I forget its name now. I was doing a project at Barclays bank actually on the very first ATM machines to be deployed around the country by the bank. I stayed at a variety of different hotels but there was one in the center of town that I stayed at a few times that was haunted. It had an original central core and then a newly-built wing. I had no problems at all in the newly-built wing but one night arriving later I was allocated a room in the original part of the hotel. I had no clue as to what was about to happen but the room was oak paneled and I thought it very grand. I got into bed more or less straight away and began to read – I recall it was a book by Israel Regardie. I began to feel watched. Its a very weird feeling but it was as if something was watching me. Little knocks and scrapes started to happen and shadows seemed to move around the room with no origin. I never did see a ghost but the noises, moving shadows got worse and worse and then end for me came when the bed clothes were slowly and deliberately pulled off me and the room became very chilly. I packed my bag and went to the reception to request a room change. The man there didn’t seem at all surprised. I found out the next day that the older part of the hotel was reputed to be haunted.

Over the years, I have become better at blocking out things and it is a rare occurrence now to have such an experience. Despite that, when my brother first moved into his house years ago, I had to tell him after my first visit that that their was a little old man sharing the house with him and it didn’t like him being there. I understand that they did have a few strange experiences there in the first few years.

I have always had a sort of morbid fascination for ghosts and I love a good ghost story. I’d just rather not be in the story.

Tagged: Childhood memories, imagination

The Lord of the Elements

A mysterious book written by a reputed devil worshipper with immortality of which only one original and six copies were ever made, has been found and Edward is tasked with unlocking its mysteries. Is the book the original or one of the copies that brought fatal bad luck to their owners and were supposedly destroyed? Meanwhile, William attends a party with his friend ostensibly to meet the rich and famous where he is introduced to the charismatic but rather strange Ralph Meister and finds himself searching in the Arizona desert for salvation as result. This is the beginning of the Lord of the Elements, the forthcoming prequel to The Last Observer. How are these two sets of events related and how will they set the scene for an explosion of tragedy and black magic?

Well, you will just have to wait to find out.

Meanwhile, why not buy The Last Observer to learn a bit more about Edward and the Lord of the elements?

Available now in paperback and ebook formats at all reputable book stores. Includes a super new low price for the Kindle version on all Amazon sites.

Read what other readers have to say about this chilling cornucopia of murder, mayhem and magic here.

Tagged: Announcements