I am a Lightworker, a blue ray star being. I came here to help with the transformation of this planet and for me that comes before everything else. I have worked towards this change for all my life and consider nothing else important.
I tell stories in lots of different mediums but I don’t really define myself by what I do. I am just me… all the time. This has caused some discomfort to the people who have tried to change me. That happens fairly often but I walk my own path and have done right from infancy. I never did as I was told and have always made up my own mind regardless of the consequences. I was often in trouble especially at school, not always for bad behaviour but for disagreeing with the teachers. If I thought they were wrong I would tell them – strangely they didn’t like that very much.
I was born in the dark ages at the beginning of the fifties and survived the sixties which means I have plenty of experience. I have always lived very closely with nature but I have a background in high tech. Like nearly everything about me nothing really makes any sense and often appears contradictory. For example, I am a writer but am also dyslexic and suffer from word blindness. I live in an isolated place, in a very isolated country but consider myself a global thinker. You probably get the idea.
I am normally very easy going but people make the mistake of thinking that because we are walking in the same direction that means I am going where they want me to go. I won’t follow if they turn off my path somewhere along the way. I caused a few heads to spin when I walked away from a multi million euro business but looking back it was definitely the right decision at the time.
I was brought up in a rural area in south east England and spent my childhood examining nature in every minute detail. I loved animals in particular and had a real fondness for badgers. That annoyed my teachers because I brought them into almost all the stories they made me write. I did not do well at school and when I was eleven I was sent away to a boarding school to try an improve my academic achievements. My Latin master called me sapientissimus (wisest) which he thought was funny. It was that sort of school! I was put down a year and still struggled but I did learn how to survive on my own in a very hostile environment. I did recover but that took a while. It took me a very long time before I realised that I wasn’t stupid, was actually quite bright and that my dyslexia is a gift. It gives me abilities that enable me to do supposedly difficult things quite easily. Computers are my friends and help me to cope, I could not write without one. Like all dyslexics I cannot be programmed and see things rather differently.
Being a bit different is normal in my family. My grandmother was a Theosophist, a vegetarian and an astrologer. My dad was a country doctor. He was very eccentric and sometimes wore spats, usually a bright coloured waistcoat, occasionally a monocle and always a bow tie. He was popular and most of his close friends were artists of one sort or another. My mother was the exact opposite being a rather straight laced nurse and the eldest daughter of an Irish hill farmer. They didn’t really get on and separated when I was thirteen. I floated uncomfortably between these two very different worlds until I left home at eighteen.
I rejected the strictures of mainstream society from a very early age and have lived a free and independent lifestyle all my life. In my late teenage years I adopted the hippy ideology of peace and love. It made sense to me and it was happening at the time. I loved the festivals with the camaraderie and the mix of colourful people. I still hold those values today.
I worked all over the UK as a cartographer and have never lost my delight of being outside in nature. I have also worked with touring musicians and in the theatre. I co-founded an Irish record company. We were registered in Dublin and had recording and multi-media studios in London. I lived and worked mainly from rural Devon. I did spend a year or so living in central London and know my way around. I can operate in a big city but I probably won’t live in one again. I have been both very rich and very poor. Neither is much fun. I have travelled on four continents and enjoy moving around. I particularly like Africa and the African peoples. They are a genuine and happy even when they live in the poorest circumstances. We could learn a great deal from their simple love of life.
Before visiting New Zealand I spent time in North America, first in Arizona and then northern California. I was considering settling in the USA but in my opinion it is probably the poorest country I have ever visited. There is far too much interference there. I couldn’t be creative at all. The people I met in Senegal and Gambia are far richer in many ways. They are healthier and much happier probably because they eat less and have a much better diet but above all else they know how to have fun. Don’t get me wrong I don’t dislike American’s, I just couldn’t live there.
I fell in love with New Zealand as soon as I got off the plane; the clean air the smells and the wonderful climate. In the area where I live it is equable, green and sunny for most of the year. There is no need for air conditioning and central heating is almost unheard of. A fire suffices for the brief winter months and unless it’s raining you can eat outside during the day even in the middle of winter. Kiwis are never wasteful and live within their means but they are usually easy about most everything. I don’t get on well with shoes but I can walk into a restaurant or any other public place in bare feet without anyone taking any notice. There is a pretty healthy attitude to most things. Nudity is not taboo and most Kiwis will swim ‘au naturel’ given half the chance.
I live in an isolated area at the top of the south island in a place called Golden Bay. It is a small community of about 4,500 people. We are spread out over quite a large area. Golden Bay contains two of New Zealand’s national parks and is surrounded by high mountains. The only way in by land is over a pass that rises up to over 2,500 ft. There are several hundred bends on the road and that tends to discourage casual visitors. Even hardened travellers can get car sick. We occasionally get cut off in bad weather but that is half the fun. I love it. It’s peaceful, very beautiful and rather wild. There is an eclectic mix of peoples from all over the world. Like all rural communities everyone knows everyone else’s business but that also means that help is there should it be required. I have lived here for over twelve years and look forward to many more. Kiwis are long lived.
On my journey I have met all sorts of shamans and New Age teachers and although they have usually been well intentioned and good people none of them have particularly impressed me. Some of them have unusual skills but their dogmas can be just as bad as any of the religions. I have a very broad spiritual background and have been meditating for over forty years. I learned Transcendental Meditation just after my twenty third birthday and was actively involved with that group for over twenty years. I left because I felt that I had gone as far as I could with them and wasn’t growing any more. I followed Ravi Shankar’s Art of Living for fourteen years but that system didn’t satisfy me either. Both systems have great benefits but in forty years I have never met anyone who has reached an exalted state by following either teacher. At the risk of upsetting any followers I say that gurus are good for beginners but eventually you have to take full responsibility your Self. Since doing that I have grown very quickly and new horizons have opened up. It can be scary and very wild at first but it’s worth it.
My path is one of silence, to be on my own, I don’t like to break it but when I do it’s hard to shut me up. I was recently asked to do a video interview and spoke non stop for over six hours. The person interviewing me expected half an hour or so but didn’t want to stop me talking. The paradox of opposites again.
I am awake and have been for a very long time. I have had my share of odd experiences. At one time I worked on and off with someone who comes from an alternate reality. His technology was way ahead of ours and he was a good source of information for what technology was coming next. I have interacted with elementals, ancestors, nature spirits, fairies and dragons. They are as real as you and me. My awareness has travelled into space and seen the fleets of ships that surround our Earth. I have seen angels and have been guided by Ascended Masters and my all time favourite the Elohim. I walked fairly closely with them for about eight years. They did impress me greatly.
I have had a role to play in cleaning up and preventing damage both for us, the people and for Mother Earth, the amazing planet we live on. I have spoken directly with her many times and have been blessed by her in that She has manifested in front of me occasionally. She communicates telepathically with thought forms containing feelings and emotions as well as sights and sounds. They can’t be misinterpreted. She has shown me visions in answer to my questions. She has also taken me into outer space. I feel totally comfortable and at home with her. She is a truly marvellous Being.
If you have these type of experiences you tend to attract another sort. I have a tendency to jump in and do what is needed without thinking of the consequences. That has garnered some adversity. I have been attacked by a master of the dark, by dark magicians and psychics, malicious spirits both dead and alive, by all sorts of beings from the darker side of life and even by some who inhabit other dimensions. I have eye gazed with the huge plasma octopus that is known as Yaldabroth, not a pleasant encounter. I have seen it several times but I still don’t know why. I am still being attacked which tells me I am having a good effect. It has left me somewhat shaky and rather beaten up but am still here. I did die once briefly but came back.
We each of us create our own lives and I take full responsibility for mine.