The Perception of Happiness

The Perception of Happiness

I often hear people talking about all the things that need to be in place in their lives to bring them happiness. A lot of these things are learnt perceptions based on our cultures and religions.

The most common are:

Money

Love

A nice house

A great career

The ability to go on holiday at least twice a year

Being able to buy whatever they want rather than whatever they need.

A dream car

 

Happiness is quantified by how many of those things you have. And if you are lacking, our culture offers you many ways to ‘better’ yourself to give you more chances of receiving them. (more…)

Kingdoms Lost Chapter 13 – Runes

Kingdoms Lost Chapter 13 – Runes

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‘Today we buy tents,’ Farron announced loudly, strolling back from the nearest bushes, tying his pants as he walked.

‘It’s certainly getting colder,’ Zorbel said. ‘I hardly slept.’

Helian nodded in agreement. ‘How far are we from a town?’

Zorbel pursed his lips and frowned, looking at some imaginary map that sat in the air in front of him. ‘If we go back to the road, only about five leagues I reckon. Myself and Farron could go and get what we need. If we are following dragons, it’s unlikely we will get many nights in a proper bed.’

‘And the further North we go, the sooner we will meet winter,’ Helian said. ‘Although I expect we will be heading west again soon enough.’

‘Can you get a map as well please,’ Petra added. ‘I prefer to know where I am. I have never been this far North before.’

Zorbel stood and wiped his hands on his breeches, dusting off a few crumbs.

‘You forgot some,’ Kintra said with a grin, ‘In your beard.’

The big man stroked through his beard with both hands and then leant down for her to inspect further.

‘All gone. You are presentable now!’

Zorbel nodded and beckoned to Farron.

‘Anything other than the obvious supplies anyone?’ Farron asked, bending to kiss her head.

‘If you come across an apothecary get me a basic first aid kit. I am out of some essentials,’ Petra said.

The two men left, and Kintra busied herself making more tea for everyone. (more…)

Spiritual Highs and Lows – A few Musings

Spiritual Highs and Lows – A few Musings

There are times when spiritual experiences can seem a little like taking drugs…you experience a psychedelic high, meet amazing beings, know complete freedom, see the big picture….and then you drop back down into the heavy frequency of Earth. It can be a plummet for the emotions and mind.

I often find I want to share everything I have found out, after all that’s why I go off travelling in these different dimensions. And my new knowledge falls on deaf ears. Or very few people see and understand what I am talking about. It is a lonely place, this 5D reality! This is when my emotions can really take a pounding if I am not alert to them.

But I don’t give in. I learnt long ago that my findings ARE important for the greater good, and people do catch up. And more and more people are awakening to their own sovereignty, their own spiritual journey and seeing the big picture, or re-membering who they are. (more…)

Kingdoms Lost- Chapter 12 Stories Never Told

Kingdoms Lost- Chapter 12 Stories Never Told

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The campfire crackled throwing off sparks that sizzled out on the damp grass. They sat huddled under blankets. Helian had promised to explain himself once they stopped for the night. Now they stared at him expectantly.

‘Kintra, do you have the book?’

She nodded reaching her arm out from underneath the blanket. The night air was cold. Autumn was on its way. She handed the book to Petra, who handed it to Vlarimar, who hesitated, staring at the cover, before handing it to Helian.

‘There’s a passage in this book I want to read to you.’ He flicked through a few pages, leaning into the fire’s light. ‘The book is about Earth Magic. It’s meant to be used as a student’s guide, while studying with a Master. It’s been invaluable to me. I also possess WildFire. This book, and the Stone you now have, Kintra, have taught me how to control it. To a point.’

A log fell, rolling out of the fire towards Kintra. She jumped and gazed at the flames lapping its edges. Farron kicked it back into the pit. Sparks flew as it tumbled over the edge. Not from the log, but within her body. The Wildfire listened. Helian was staring at her again, talking to her. She could feel him. (more…)

Silence – A Winter Poem

Silence – A Winter Poem

I love silence. Not just when meditating, but when sitting alone, or lying in bed.

Last night I sat at our spare bedroom window, which was wide open to a very cold and frosty night. There is a hill behind us, arable land, where deer roam on their way to woodland, pheasants and partridge mingle with rooks, crows and squawking seagulls. Once I spotted a hare, though that is a rare sight. Above it all red kite circle, and at night its the hunting ground of tawny owls.

The sky was clear, December 30th 2020…the year no one expected, the year I will always think of as the Chaotic Awakening. It was a full moon and the stars were only visible out of the bright light, that wonderful, atmospheric, magical white blue light of a winter moon. (more…)

The Business of The Spiritual.

The Business of The Spiritual.

Most highly spiritual and awakened people wish to share their message of truth, wisdom and knowledge with the world.

Why?

Because that is their purpose. Especially at this time in Earth’s history, these people are needed and indeed many are turning to them now for help.

BUT…there is a problem.

Many spiritual people find it hard to make a living and so support themselves and their families through their vital work.

Why is this?

The reasons are complicated and convoluted but put very simply…most Spiritual types have such a need within them to help others, that it drowns out the need to help themselves. Is this YOU?

Most spiritual people also find the whole concept of money terrifying…yes that’s right…its not just that they think they shouldn’t charge those in need of their help…MONEY IS TERRIFYING!

Again, I ask WHY?

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Kingdoms Lost – Chapter 11 – Dragons!

Kingdoms Lost – Chapter 11 – Dragons!

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‘How old are you?’

Kintra stopped and raised her eyebrows at the question.

Farron grinned. ‘Sorry, not a question to ask a lady? I’m just beginning to realise how little I know about you.’

‘How old do you think I am?’

He appraised her. ‘It’s hard to pinpoint. Sometimes you look as innocent as a young girl and other times as wise as a crone.’

‘Wise? Ha! I wish I felt wise.’ They continued walking, although she noticed both had slowed their pace as they neared the Inn. Back to reality, she thought. ‘What age are you? I always put you at twenty-five. But you can’t have been twenty-five for three years.’

He squeezed her hand. ‘I was twenty-five when we met.’

‘I was nineteen.’

‘That was a round about way to find out your age!’

She shrugged and gave him a sideways look. Then she stopped. ‘Do we have to go back yet?’

He glanced towards the market square and the large clock on the guild hall. ‘We do need to sit down with everyone and decide what to do next. Although it’s too late to leave here today.’

She tugged his arm, walking backwards. ‘Then there’s no rush.’

‘Kintra…’  She watched as his jaw dropped. He stared at something above her head. Turning quickly, she looked up, just as yells intermingled with a few screams echoed among the market stalls. People began running. Five large dark shapes were flying towards the town, with two much smaller ones bringing up the rear. (more…)

Kingdoms Lost – Chapter 10 – Couples

Kingdoms Lost – Chapter 10 – Couples

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They missed breakfast, yet she wasn’t hungry. Kintra felt completely satisfied. She lay, looking at Farron as he slept, seeing him with fresh eyes, eyes that saw through the lens of her heart. He was unrecognisable from Farron the clown, the flirt, the occasional companion. She saw the shape of his face for the first time. The way his hair curled around his ears, and one curl on his forehead had a life of its own, seemingly going against the grain of all other hairs on his head. It made her smile. His jawline was well defined under the dark growth of a close-cropped beard. His right shoulder, drawn across with a scar, faded pink, but puckered around muscle that joined a tanned arm. She stroked down from the shoulder, through the tight curls of hair on his chest, and the long dark eyelashes opened. Brown eyes, serious eyes. Not the eyes of the Farron she had known before. The eyes of her lover. (more…)

You Are The Greatest Story Never Written.

You Are The Greatest Story Never Written.

Do you wish you knew how to take control of your life and empower the best version of yourself?

We live within an illusion, one created by humanity. That isn’t a bad thing, as long as you realise that it is an illusion.

Our human story is progressing and evolving constantly into something new and we all add to this story and co- create it. We also create our own story that weaves in and out of the story of humanity. We have absolute power and authority to create this story in any way we like! (more…)

Kingdoms Lost – Chapter 9 – Borders and Boundaries

Kingdoms Lost – Chapter 9 – Borders and Boundaries

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By all accounts the Professor recovered swiftly. Kintra didn’t return to the house. She saw that the horses were tacked and ready for their riders, once Farron had been out with a mug of soup and a chunk of bread and filled her in on the details. Or tried. She held up a hand as he started to recount the story and shook her head. He gave her a pat on the back, telling her they would be leaving as soon as they had eaten, and then went back to the house.

They now rode in silence following the River Err that created a natural border between Anusia and Erania. Kintra focused on the river surface, pretending to watch for ripples as fish grasped for the small flies skittering, just out of reach. Farron rode next to her, his leg almost touching hers. She couldn’t decide if he was being thoughtful or territorial. Or both.

Helian rode alongside Vlarimar who was recovering well now, and Petra lead the way. Zorbel was to Kintra’s left. The big man half dozed in the warm sunshine, trusting his horse to follow the others.

She was tired too. Her eyes felt like sandpaper. But there was no way she could relax enough to even consider sleep. Erania. Home. Swallowsmere was two days ride from the border, and her family, at least three. It seemed like another life, and yet…

‘There are riders coming swiftly.’ Farron loosened his sword and pulled a knife free from its sheaf. She followed his gaze. Petra had halted, and Zorbel, instantly awake, rode to the front to join her. (more…)