Nirmal Hriday

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When travelling India, met a couple who were attending an Ashram, in Kerala, they relayed how they worked in Kalighat for 1 day as the young mans father had offered to pay for their entire years travels, if they did at least 1 day Volunteering at Nirmal Hriday.

This conversation, put the thought in my mind to volunteer there, the couple didn’t seem to have had a profound experience, yet I wondered that the father must have, to have funded such a thing. Then, when passing through Calcutta on the way to Thailand early December 1994, spoke to some volunteers in a cafe, they spoke of the Spirit of the place, the work. A month later in February 1995 I had the great honour to volunteer there myself.

Fate led me to meet the Mother, as my first day was a Sunday, and the volunteers went to Mother House for a 6am Mass, not wishing to hear an Australian Couple Preach about the Calendar Method of contraception, led to me leaving and meeting Mother in the Chapel doorway, wonderful moment which dissolved much of the nervousness about whether I could handle working in a place I’d heard such things about.

Bright Orgone, Demons, Be Gone…

After months, of mostly daily activity in the shed, a bat took refuge, which had caused mild paranoia when I couldn’t fathom how many components, for Orgonite yet to be constructed, were scattered across its inside, when nobody but myself had been in there.

Then, whilst contemplating, on Qi, noticed my paranoia was really lack of perception, as a Bat had somehow chosen to Nest, becoming trapped when I locked the Door, probably?

Dear friend Laozu, had assisted me (guided, or blessed with great teaching, truly) in removing a negative entity, from just below the very spot, that the Bat had taken nest/rest, perhaps seeking out its former energy marker, or guide, perhaps more???

The Children loved seeing it, after aware of company and talk around it, it dropped an ear, to listen out whilst sleeping;

The entity, had been caste out miles away, to a spot which was Gifted with Gold Orgonite, that it may change towards positive, in time. That evening, the Shed was left open, the Bat left.

Tonight, two weeks or so later, the bat flew really close in again, reminding me of this experience to post of.

One of the pieces today, made recently, made in the shed where the demon was caste out!
The pieces, were very much about light capture and refraction, to observe some feelings from many years before.
It was a pleasure, re-familiarising myself with Orgonite, this year

The skies, each week that I make a batch, become radiant, for certain periods, with Sylphs (Sky spirits, Skywalkers? Pleasant sky spirits, who seem to clean the skies around them, whilst present). This was a commonly talked of phenomenon on the early Orgonite Forums, for very good reason.

When making a set, some, or most are finished setting, after sunlight, on my Torsion Croft Style CB, the Skies really do love this.

Beautiful, full double rainbow, last week, couldn’t capture quite its true majesty
Sylphs have been posted in Gold Gifting reports, soo many!

This summer and Autumn has been truly remarkable. Reminding me, how profound the work of Don and Carol Croft, was, and still is, such inspirational humans.

Key to this summers work, has been Grandad Georges, Wooden, Spirit Level.

Grandad George (RIP), was no sceptic, after being Gifted ”I don’t know what it is, that stuff, but it works doesn’t it!” After greenhouse tests.

Queen Of English Hearts

Sometimes, Angels wear Prada? No idea, but she was outer and inner beauty.

“I’d like to be a queen in people’s hearts.” – Princess Diana (she already was, if only she knew…)

“Everyone needs to be valued. Everyone has the potential to give something back.” – Princess Diana

“Carry out a random act of kindness, with no expectation of reward, safe in the knowledge that one day someone might do the same for you.” – Princess Diana

“Everyone of us needs to show how much we care for each other and, in the process, care for ourselves.” – Princess Diana

“Family is the most important thing in the world.” – Princess Diana

“The greatest problem in the world today is intolerance. Everyone is so intolerant of each other.” – Princess Diana

“I wear my heart on my sleeve.” – Princess Diana

“Only do what your heart tells you.” – Princess Diana

“Hugs can do great amounts of good – especially for children.” – Princess Diana

“When you are happy you can forgive a great deal.” – Princess Diana

“Anywhere I see suffering, that is where I want to be, doing what I can.” – Princess Diana

“I don’t go by the rule book; I lead from the heart, not the head.” – Princess Diana

“I think the biggest disease the world suffers from in this day and age is the disease of people feeling unloved. I know that I can give love for a minute, for half an hour, for a day, for a month, but I can give. I am very happy to do that, I want to do that.” – Princess Diana

“I like to be a free spirit. Some don’t like that, but that’s the way I am.” – Princess Diana

“A mother’s arms are more comforting than anyone else’s.” – Princess Diana

“I knew what my job was; it was to go out and meet the people and love them.” – Princess Diana

“Don’t call me an icon. I’m just a mother trying to help.” – Princess Diana

“I want to walk into a room, be it a hospital for the dying or a hospital for the sick children, and feel that I am needed. I want to do, not just to be.” – Princess Diana

“I am not a political figure, I am a humanitarian figure, always was, always will be.” – Princess Diana

“Call me Diana, not Princess Diana.” – Princess Diana

Forever in the hearts, of English, we witnessed her struggles, with a heart and spirit of a pure Princess, Mother. Truly a sad day in English history, though a search for her lead me to a page suggesting she is still alive, that is a very consoling thought I choose to believe.

My own Mother, Mother Teresa, Lady Diana, three pure Angels in my heart. If my (our) children imbue the merest hint, of these women’s Spirits, blessed we will be.

The Mother – Lotus

Gideous – Reading letters, from our Ethiopian friend, my heart learned true values.

As a teenager, my parents had mostly cut my strings, let me discover me, however my mother would insist on certain things being observed.

One such thing, my debt will never be fulfilled for, was that my mother through very tough times for herself, sponsored children in Africa.

This, “do at least some good, as there’s always someone worse off’ perspective, is a life anchor that is soo profound. We used to get letters of thanks, describing how my mothers help had allowed such incredible changes, allowing the comfort of basic food provisions, water supplies.

For a teenager, this worked like Churches never did, this gave me an IV line directly into my heart and soul, no huge distraction of Church, at around 14-16 my mother Sponsored Gideous (Ethiopian), he wrote quite touching and beautiful letters of thanks, we felt immediately he was like a part of our extended family.

With my mothers help, his village gained key provisions, allowed Gideous hope and freedom from soo much disquiet lacking food and water, storage, tools, brings.

This pure care, in my Mother, nourished the Lotus in me, to work for this Mother, both Saints!!! Mine soo often told me I would test such patience!

After around two years, ActionAid wrote my mother, the saddest letter I ever read, that bandits had raided his village, destroying most all the structure recents times had given him, so he was to leave education, and, sadly couldn’t accept my mothers sponsorship, given it was for this purpose, my Mother wrote back that she would continue his sponsorship until adulthood, in whatever form he felt to use it.

We literally had debt collectors at our door, in our house, yet my mother still preserved her Sponsorship, wow!

These things, were soo inspiring, all the videos, articles, scenes of Poverty, never comes into your home, like once you care for a human and invest in them.

This led me to seek to nurture that caring side.

My mother, and all mothers, you are incredible. Don’t ever forget this.

Mum, has a very similar Spirit, to Annie Lennox, fierce Celt! Bless
Nourishing the blossom, of care, hope, love, down the generations… Mothers, we bow.

The Terton Who Stole My Rucksack

When travelling India, had a big Rucksack, and a small sports bag. After a couple of months or so, we were headed from Rajastan to Madras, so headed to Ahmedabad station.

Don’t recall the place, but the picture sets a tone for your mind…

At the station, we got on the train, placing our rucksacks on the ’Top Bunk’ to preserve our bed on the 50hour trip. Foolishly, it seemed on immediate reflection, I did not lock my rucksack to a bar.

Noticing there were Sikhs in the Cabin, I had moved out, to the single seats past the walkway, to have a cigarette, before we set out on our journey. Having grown to love the train journeys, as much or more than the time between, this was a nice moment, see India alive in all it’s glories, in the cabins (second class sleeper, every time) the stations, the country between stations. Here was my quiet teachings, and chaotic (food at stations, chi wallers).

Never saw quite this level of cool!

So, having had my cigarette, venture back to the cabin, to notice my rucksack has gone! Oh no, my stuff…

Bliss! No, really…

My friend and I run up and down the compartments, the train at this moment is pulling off. Damn it, was deeply upset, shaken, violated, my camera, we had already trekked in Kalash and other beautiful parts of Himalaya, seen amazing things, now would never be seen again.

Doubt my pictures were this good, double blessing! Seeing the good in bad!

However! This, once the anguish passed, was a huge blessing.

The thief was a Terton.

You see, the next 7-8months, I travelled free, only Sadhu’s and destitute had less than me…

Swam naked, just down there, the glacier waters are soo pure, soo close to the sun soo high. Another picture nobody should see!!! Such blessings!!!

This was my blessing, when we were travelling, moving to stations, others would be worn down, by the burden of ”carrying their things”, yet I had been freed, by the thief… others began to bicker, worry, stress, over their things, this was what I came to India for, freedom from things…

Should I wish this man/men be judged, or, rewarded? Rewarded.

Was this man, a thief, or a treasure revealer? Terton.

The negative spirits, are those you choose to carry with you, treasuring your bondage. This Spirit Being (it seemed impossible to disappear like that) gave me the gift of presence, maybe they knew I’d be too dense, to find it myself.

Be free on your journey, bondages clutter the vision of now, see the now whenever you can. Whilst travelling Pakistan, my sister was in the UK watching Nusrat Fatah Ali Khan singing, with our friend Nasa (of Rawalpindi heritage), nice symmetry.

3/3/3/3 The Great Neurological Clean Up

Everything in your life, older than this.

3Years, 3Months, 3Weeks, 3Days

You have had this in your life longer than a Degree.

Masters reach enlightenment in this time?

What have these things brought you?

Do they work for you, or, you for them, by keeping them and crowding your space?

Are they merit forming, or draining?

How much can you let go of?

Is it at the point of nothing, we may attain everything? feels so…

Fight to Flight (Ode To Arya)

Day 1 : Edges of life, clinging. Hoping, praying.
Day 5 : Consultant Statistician told us bluntly, 75% Likelihood of Death in first week. Nearly there now, we knew…

In Intensive Care, we were told repeatedly that we should be prepared, we will cope but that Arya will have needs.

Over and over again, my response was, of course we will cope, but she’s going to be fine…

Then, I would sing a version of this song, to her, in to her incubator whilst I held her, over and over;

I Love You – The Lamb (Ode To An Arya)

We shall overcome

Everything down the line

And, I aint gonna listen to reason

I’m gonna speak with my heart

We shall overcome

Everything down the line

Baby gonna give me wings so I can fly

(Most pertinent lyrics, over and over, our Arya Mantra)

Nurse Gayle, shared our love of song, and love itself. Arya 21months, not yet walking.

By now, at just short of two, Arya began to walk… moment of pure joy, pure, pure, joy. Those ”delusions” of mine, ”She’s going to be fine, she’s going to be fine”, now seemed pure perception?

9 Years Old, Dancing and Flying. Now around 75% likely to be happy, in the moment.
We shall overcome … Baby gonna give me wings so I can fly! If there is a Jedi in the family, here she is…
Original song, “The Lamb” Band : I Love You (Artist license on lyrics) ”We shall overcome”

Focused, unquenchable, selfless, positive intent, powerful stuff.

Nobel prize for Bravery, if there were and I gave it out : Mummy and Arya.

With the lamb, the flame is safe

Head Over Heels

This song means soo much to me, we used to listen to this album in my dads car, full blast, in the summer days of 84’ You are with and in me these days, my father.

Rich and Daddy…one little boy, one little man, funny how, time flies…

This Is My Four Leafed Clover

Saturday Daddy came downstairs, to Amber asking if she could get a toy from Town. My response was to be, how was she to pay for this toy. However, Amber said ”Arya said she will share her birthday money with me”.

Asked Arya, yes indeed she had, what a moment. Later I asked Arya, did you offer to share, as you thought otherwise I would say ”no”’to the toy shop, reassuring it was OK if she had? ”No, I just wanted to share”.

Nourish The Twinkling Light Of Selflessness

The next day, at Shaftesbury May Festival, Arya was bought a wooden YoYo, as reward, when Amber saw, the envy monster “why you not me” erupted! It’s OK Amber, Arya will share with you! Bless.

Amber Mary Fosh, as Mary
I don’t need no money, fortune, or fame. I got all the riches one man can claim. I even got the month of May, with My Girls.

500 Days Of Summer? Or Life’s Love

This is a story of a young man’s no-holds-barred love affair. Tom still believes in the notion of a transforming, cosmically destined, lightning-strikes-once kind of love. Summer, the girl, doesn’t. But that doesn’t stop Tom from going after her, again and again, like a modern Don Quixote. Suddenly, Tom is in love not just with a lovely, witty, intelligent woman but with the very idea of Summer, the very idea of a love that still has the power to shock the heart and stop the world.

Like Tom, my romantic heart yearns this love.

However, better than this, is the enduring, forever love, that is making me feel this same joy, in my two Daughters.

They are why I am refraining from 1,000+ days of summer, after 17years of union with their mother, this was to ensure my distractions are not to bring new female influence, to their young lives, until ready 3/3/3/3 post seperation.

Forever, Heavenly, Love