Free E-Book for five days

I’ve mentioned my full length book, LIFE: A PLAYER’S GUIDE, in several posts recently and sales are jogging along nicely.

But for anyone who would just like to dip a toe in the waters of my philosophies, so to speak, Amazon is givinlifeisagame-coverg away FREE downloads of my mini Kindle book: LIFE IS A GAME: YOU CREATED IT from Monday 1st to Friday 5th June.

Here’s the blurb:

A very short mini E-book to introduce readers to the ideas in Life: A Player’s Guide by Jan Stone.
It looks at questions about ‘Life’ such as ‘Why am I here?’ ‘What’s the point?’ and ‘Why is my life so rubbish so much of the time?’

I hope the promotion works outside of the UK – always struggle to understand the small print on Amazon deals.  If not, it would cost you $0.99 in US, or equivalent.

The price returns to normal from June 6th onwards, so grab it while you can.

If anyone who reads it would like to post a review on Amazon, that would be very welcome, as it doesn’t have any yet, although there are some lovely ones for the full length book on Amazon UK.

Click THIS LINK FOR THE FREE DOWNLOAD on Amazon.com during the next week.

Click THIS LINK FOR THE FREE DOWNLOAD on Amazon.co.uk during the next week.

Otherwise just enter the title on your local Amazon site and it should appear.

Hope you enjoy it.  🙂

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The Energies Thing

As some of you will know, Will and I have spent the last few months experimenting with subtle energies via remote viewing. An aspect that has intrigued us both is how the strength of the energies involved affects the accuracy of the reading.

Will, in his brilliant and original way, has embarked on a personal study of this subject, not only proving his ability to do viewings completely independently, but finding a correlation between the degree of success and his personal interest in – or resonance with – what is being viewed.

I was delighted when he agreed to write a guest blog for me, documenting his meticulous experiments.

 I’m not 100% sure if the term ‘energy’ is perhaps the most appropriate but admittedly I have nothing better so will use it in this article for clarity purposes.

The idea of selecting a location to view myself and using Google to verify results is something that occurred to me sometime ago and I have done some experimentation. The results do not suggest another person’s entirely unnecessary but I think does suggest a link with energies that another person may not always be necessary in creating.

At the various times I have done this I have selected the names of a variety of different places which I know exist but I do not believe I have been to and though I can’t rule out the possibility of having seen images of them before I have at least no conscious recollection of doing so. I by no means recall all of my experimentations though do have reasonable recollections of some.

Bombardier train in the UK

I generally try for specific railways stations, bus stations, libraries and high streets/town squares. Though I do choose railway stations a lot and have certainly had quite a good success rate. I try to describe features of these places in much the same way as I do with the viewings with Jan. For railway stations I try to determine things like number of platforms, shelters, colours, decorations, the degree of modernness, ticket offices size/design and sometimes have success with surrounding scenery and the positioning of surrounding roads/car parks/taxi ranks.   I know some would argue railway stations are much the same from one to another and their features largely dictated by the size of the area they serve but I think my degree of detail and accuracy in some cases goes beyond that sort of logic. I have had an extensive amount of experience with rail travel however I think that links in with the energies thing.

English: A bus stop in Station Avenue, Caterha...

For bus stations my experience of bus travel is substantially less than that of rail and though I have made fewer attempts the success rate isn’t as good as with railway stations which I think is further evidence of the energy thing. I try to determine things like lay out of bus stations, colours and if it’s formed of an enclosed structure or spread out with bus stops across a street like many bus stations are. For high streets/town squares I try to determine thing like the degree of modernness, level of pedestrianization, colours, evenness of terrain and distinctive features like statues or water features.

Eton, Berkshire

My experience with rail travel has lead to me visiting many high streets/town squares so there could be some link with energies. Though my success rate is ok there has not been many attempts and I think high streets are something that quite a vague description could be argued are accurate due to their relative size to the other places and the common similarities between them in towns of similar size to one another. Libraries are something I have made the least attempts with. I’ve attempted to determine structural features of the buildings and colour. I think there has only been one good success and while libraries have never been somewhere I have frequented the particular library in question is somewhere I frequently send parcels to as part of my job which I think is evidence of the energies thing.

I’m now going to give you three recent examples.

English: A view of St Erth railway station in ...

A view of St Erth railway station in Cornwall, United Kingdom  (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The first was the location St Erth railway station. I described it as three platforms two main large ones and one smaller side one with a curve. The platforms are largely though not entirely sheltered with a white covering not expanding over the tracks. There is a small ticket office. There are hanging baskets of flowers. I then did a Google image search and viewed a station map with corresponding photos from the national rail enquires web site. I think I was wrong about the smaller side platform having a curve but I think the rest was right and there does appear to be a slight curve on the two main platforms.

English: The railway station at St Ives, Cornw...

English: The railway station at St Ives, Cornwall, United Kingdom. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The second example is St Ives railway station. I described it as a small single platform dead end station with no covering but a small bus stop style shelter. Again did a Google image search and viewed a station map with corresponding photos from the national rail enquiries web site. I was right though I am aware that it is a small rural station on an end of a branch line and those features are highly predictable.   If you check the national rail map you’ll see the small bus stop style shelter which I think is less of a common thing. The third example is Bangor bus station. I described it as a row of bus stops in a street with individual shelters that are black in colour and have rounded rooves. An entry on Wikipedia for Bangor bus station has a photo that is supportive of my description. Though as I say I haven’t had as much success with bus stations and that could be linked in to the energy thing of having far less experience of bus travel than rail travel.

Who am I?

I’ve been re-reading Seth again… Seth Speaks: The Eternal Validity of the Soul.  It always sets me off on the meta-fizzies.

English: Prism Alchemical Art

English: Prism Alchemical Art (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

As usually happens, though, my ‘main’ reading material is synchronously supplemented by other gems that drop into my lap, so to speak, and allow me to explore the subject matter in different and fascinating ways.  One of these was a five year old post from Ask The Council which I hadn’t seen before, in which they speak about the difference between spirit and soul.  The other was this recent post on Life is a Journey…Not a Guided Tour which ends with these questions:

Do you have a favorite way to connect to God? Is there a special place you go to, or a particular ritual that helps you get there?

So, as I say, my thoughts are now meta-fizzing in all manner of directions and if I trace them back all the way to their root, what I’m considering – usually at around 3am – is what comprises ‘me’ in the broadest sense?

It’s not the easiest of questions to answer.  For example, for the past three nights, I’ve been having a dream – one of those ‘to be continued..’ dreams that carries on where it last left off.  I’ve woken up thinking, “This is ridiculous.  Why on Earth am I having a dream this stupid?” But it’s kept going until the task I was involved in was complete.  (Thankfully, this morning it was, I think…)

English: no description

The dream, should you be interested, involved myself, another female and sometimes a child in covering a series of pyramids with a layer of what I can only describe as marshmallows and then with a top layer of – I hesitate to say this – what most closely resembled some non-conscious/non-living equivalent of huge rhinoceros-like creatures.  I can promise you it wasn’t easy.  None of us knew the reason for our toil; we only knew it had to be done, and done to a high standard.  All that, of course, involved some aspect of ME – an aspect, moreover, quite close to my conscious physical self.

Obviously, dreams aren’t to be taken literally and while I could blame the ones above on eating too much halloumi cheese (Mum always claimed cheese gave you weird dreams) I would prefer to interpret it thus:

English: Coast of Malta.

The other two people were a friend and her young son – people I recently spent time with on a journey to some ancient, sacred places in the Mediterranean.  There we found wondrous but mysterious sites (represented by the pyramids).  In order for us to be able to grasp some of the mysteries, we need to become comfortable with them (hence the coating of soft marshmallow) and attach many awkward, hard-to-handle truths/myths/concepts to them, in order to be able to process the strange and wonderful experiences we had.  Released by sleep from the mundane day-to-day activities, we were free to do this processing at a deeper level.  No doubt at some point, it will seep into our consciousness.

So anyhow, who-I-am runs, in my mind, something like this:

All-That-Is or Source or God/Goddess or what you will, is just that –   ALL     THAT     IS.

There are myriad aspects of this ALL.  Like the globs in a lava lamp, it can separate and recombine at will and does so in ways my little mind can’t begin to imagine, way beyond the limits of time or space.

One of this infinite number of aspects is my Spirit.  Looking at it fractally, my Spirit can be seen as my macrocosm – the sum of the parts of me.

This Spirit, too, has an infinite number of aspects.  These, too, can divide or weave together as suits them best.  They include a number of ‘souls’ – parts of the Spirit which have chosen to temporarily break away and experience a physical life.  One of those is the ‘ME’ sitting at the computer writing this.  The others are my reincarnational lives – ‘past’ and ‘future’ in human terms, but all co-existing and constantly influencing each other.

To complicate it still further, each physical ‘ME’ personality creates an infinite range of potential selves – what Seth calls ‘probable selves’.  Each time I make a choice from a range of options, the other options – those I’ve currently rejected – have a life of their own and head off along parallel paths.  I am, in a very real sense, the creator.

Each of my soul-personalities (‘lives’ if you prefer) has a range of ‘bodies’, from the dense, physical skin-suit I walk around Planet Earth in, through the etheric (spiritual Sat-Nav) and on to the astral, mental, higher-mental and causal selves, which variously link them to one-another, to the Spirit and, eventually, to All-That-Is.

Since the choices and experiences of physical life feed directly into Creation, there are other aspects of All-That-Is who guide and assist ME throughout the experience.  I can interpret these in various ways, from hunches, dreams and intuition, through synchronicities and serendipitous meetings with other soul-personalities, to spirit guides, angels, gods and goddesses or however my current cultural references permit me to interpret them.

So, to return to Susan’s questions…  In one sense, of course, I’m never separated from God, since I am part of the ALL.  However I’d be the first to admit that the connection is usually tenuous, to say the least, from my conscious perspective.  I’ve been on this path a long time in Earth years now, and I’ve learned to dowse with a crystal pendulum over my computer keyboard, in order to converse with my Guides, my Higher Self and even the Higher Selves of those particularly close to me.

My other way of making that contact is to lie in bed, with eyes closed and reach my hands upwards, palms outstretched, until I feel a tingling in them.  This I interpret as ‘healing’.  If I keep my hands there long enough, they begin to move by themselves, settling for a few moments over various parts of my body and often over the main chakra points.  When they come to rest on the bed, I feel for more healing, imagine a flame cupped between them, and mentally invite anyone I know who is in need of healing or comfort to step through the flame and share my connection to All-That-Is.

Danny Reading

 

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Not Danny – but somewhat similar… (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

If you’ve been following this blog for a while, you may remember Danny – he of the decimals and so forth.  He’s an after-school tutoring student of mine.  Coming up for twelve, still with speech difficulties and, shall we say, selective about what he gives his attention to…

I no longer teach him maths.  Reading has become the priority for our one hour a week together, since – he tells me – he is a ‘7.2’.  I’ve no idea what a 7.2 is, although I have a nasty suspicion that it could be his reading age, as tested by the special needs department.

To begin with, the reading books supplied by school looked promising – clean, attractively covered and illustrated and with easy words but age-appropriate content.  Week by week he unwillingly stumbled his way through them (“Have we DOT to do dis?”).  There was no discernible improvement.

Then the books changed.  Suddenly I was being presented with slim volumes of scantily worded and colourfully illustrated tales of ‘Ned the Greedy Dragon’, ‘Timmy the Flying Goat’ and their ilk.

“Seriously, Danny?” I remonstrated as yet another infant picture reader was dumped on the table.  “The school gave you this as your reading book?”

“I doze it myself,” he smirked conspiratorially, “I doze it ‘tos its easy!”

There followed a short but pointed lecture from me on the short-sightedness of this strategy and the difficulties that would accrue should he – as seemed more than possible – leave school without basic reading skills.

I didn’t feel I was getting through.
Danny, after all, has had seven long years to perfect his reading-avoidance strategies.  He wears them with pride.

Fortunately I know Danny well.  As I’ve discovered through our years together, motivation is everything with him.  A memory was stirring somewhere in my mind.  I recalled beginning to write a simplified version of Life: A Player’s Guide aimed at 9-12 year olds.  A short rummage around my PC’s hard drive revealed it: Coran and the Cosmic Computer Game.

English: Monitor "My Computer" icon ...
Would this story of avatar creation and computer coding in a sci-fi location be of interest to Danny?  I strongly suspected that it would.  I was also confident that he would be able to grasp – and relish – the analogy being drawn to Life.  Would the words be beyond his reading skills?  Well they were quite a way ahead of Timmy the Goat et al.  On the other had, if he were sufficiently motivated…

It was certainly worth a try.
IMG_20150529_085051 (1)First I drew up a grid, so that polysyllabic words could be written out, broken down into their constituent phonemes and blends.  (See right.)  Then I printed page 1 of the story:

 

Coran and the Cosmic Computer Game

 A brand new game! Coran was grinning to himself so much that he kept almost bursting into giggles. This was exciting. In fact it was more than exciting.

 He collected his pass and headed for the programming suite. That was where he would meet the programmer who would help him build his avatar and enter The Game.

He looked at the pass. It said he needed to go to Station 4. He headed across to the terminal and was greeted by a tall figure who sat the keyboard.

 “So, it’s nearly your birth-day, Coran,” said the Tall One, with a nod of his head.   “About time for you to do some choosing.”

“Hmm,” said Coran, thinking hard.

 Up where Coran lives, birth-days are not the same as birthdays here. A birth-day there means exactly what it says – the day you will be born!  Now that may seem odd to you, because Coran is already alive, or he couldn’t be saying, “Hmm,” – could he?

 What it means is that Coran is about to be born as a new character in a cosmic computer game. First he needs to select his avatar, which involves making loads of choices, then he will be ready to start playing The Game.

 Coran was trying to decide what sort of character he wanted to be in this game. He’d played it many times before, but this game was so mind-blowingly huge that each attempt could be completely different from all the ones before.

 “Nothing too easy,” he told the Tall One. “I want a real challenge this time. The last game was utterly boring.”

The Tall One smiled to himself and began to type the code on his machine.

“So you want a big challenge, huh?”

 “Definitely,” announced Coran. “My character will  have…”

The title was slow going.  By the end of the second sentence, though, he was reading most words without asking me to lay them out for him on the phoneme grid.  By the end he was barely stumbling on anything.  There were about three words in the whole passage I had to read for him.
He regarded me with wide eyes as he finished.  “I dort it was doin’ to tate me about a hour to read dat,” he said.
“Me too,” I admitted, and we both smiled broadly.
“Dan I read the next bit next time?” he asked.

As I mentioned, with Danny, motivation is everything.  I strongly suspect this is also true of so many of the so-called disaffected or learning-disabled students languishing in our schools.

 

Expanding Consciousness

List of images in Gray's Anatomy: IX. Neurology

“I am everywhere.”

That’s how the film ‘Lucy’ ends.  (Thanks to Atxero for pointing me in its direction.)  It’s a Matrixy kind of a thing – Scarlett Johansson gratuitously destroying anyone who gets in her way, turning ‘life’ to a video game scenario as she develops new and unimaginable neural connections and expands her consciousness until all of her brain is being used, rather than the 10% or so most of us have been settling for.

I was woken up to this expanded consciousness idea some years ago – by Will, the guy I’m currently working with on remote viewing .  He was a little kid then.  He made it impossible for me not to notice that he was seeing things I couldn’t see,  sensing things I couldn’t sense and performing psychic tricks and feats that left me scrabbling to catch up and understand.

English: corpus callosum. Images are from Anat...

English: corpus callosum.  (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

There are babies, children, teenagers and young people – even a few older ones – who came into life this time around with expanded consciousness.  In my book I called them the Version 2.0 players in this game of Life.  They are the ones who haven’t fully forgotten what is actually going on here – who they really are.  They’re struggling – many of them – to get along with the everyday details of life: social interaction, school, shopping, going to work… but that’s because they are holding an awesome amount of Light or Memory or Spirit or whatever you’d like to call it, within their consciousness.

One day, some meddling but oddly broad-minded scientist will take a look inside the heads of some of these people and discover something unexpected – extra DNA strand activation?  Something rather interesting around the pineal gland?  Neural pathways way beyond what the textbooks show?  A distorted and expanded corpus callosum?  I have no idea what, but something will appear.  I strongly suspect all of the above, as well as a transition from carbon based to crystal based life, but I’m no scientist, just an interested observer. They’ll probably label it a syndrome or dysfunction anyhow, because scientists tend to like norms and neat bell curves.

The rest of us – those who maybe didn’t come into Life that way, but have been jump-started by our special young people – are catching up.  They are waking us up to a new way of being and experiencing – and it’s wonderful.

“I know I’m obviously biased,” my daughter told me, rather apologetically, the other day, “but there are times when he seems to shine somehow…”
She was talking about her 3 year old son.  I’m biased too, but she’s right.  He does.  I was with the two of them at the weekend.  He was raking a flowerbed for his seeds in the garden.

“This is a good day, Mummy,” he said, quietly and thoughtfully.
She looked at him and smiled, slightly bemused.  “You say that every day,” she pointed out.
He looked into her eyes then and said, very pointedly, “But it IS good.”

I checked with her later,  He really does say it every day?  “Yes,” she insisted, “and we won’t be doing anything special – just walking along the street or eating lunch or something.  Then he’ll tell me it’s a good day.”

What a beautiful lesson that tiny little kid is giving his mother.  She believes she’s just about coping – managing him and his three month old sister and the home; she’s rushed off her feet and always feeling someone is losing out.  But the child sees past that.  He sees the goodness of every day and gives it back to her.

IMG_20150510_085131The next day it was my turn.  We were walking through an orchard.  I was aware that it was a pretty place – just aware.  My focus was elsewhere.  Then he stopped and turned to me.

“This is a Good Day, Grandma,” he said, with the gentlest emphasis on those words.

Suddenly I was able to feel it the way he was experiencing it – the family clustered around us, the crunching gravel under our feet, the azure sky with scudding grey clouds, the apple blossom and buzzing of the bees, the birdsong everywhere,  the utter beauty of nature in an English springtime – and I felt all the deep joy that had bubbled up inside him spilling into me from his deep brown eyes.

I felt, as I always have with Will or the many other Version 2.0s I’ve known, so honoured to be given a glimpse into his consciousness.

He’s one of the special ones.