You know you really want it, well now you can have it.

For all you carnivores out there, what is it about your meat of choice that makes it better than the others?

Does it taste better? More tender? Healthier? Organic? Free of disease? Comes with a free toy? Doesn’t make you constipated or acts as a laxative? Is it full (this one is for all you men) of hormones that build your muscles or are a Viagra substitute?

There are so many ways in which to differentiate your favourite meat, and having done so given it a label to make easy for you to choose. For example succulent, hand-reared, parasite-free, protein-packed, finger-licking-good, healthy, free-range, farm standard, GMO or non-GMO (yes, many people love genetically modified meat), “pulled”, as in pork…

So what we need here, to enable the producers of chlorinated chicken to become top dogs is a powerful advertising campaign designed to promote their brand and slag off the competition. Now I’m very proud of my word, “invigorated”, because I feel invigorated after a swim in the public baths. They too are chlorinated. Unfortunately, and we ought to keep this quiet, the toilet having received a shot of bleach is obviously chlorinated too. And I can’t keep track of the number of weeds, old roots and several garden pests that chlorination has dispatched to the higher side of life.

Another aspect of invigoration, however this is also a feature when people talk about fast-“food”, is that too much of it can actually be fatal. I wouldn’t advocate having a slug of pure bleach, sorry chlorinated liquid, as I’m told, or at least I believe, that the higher side of life is promotion and advertising free.

So there we have it. Shiploads of chlorinated, sorry invigorated chicken is on its way to the UK from organic food heaven, the USA. Surely this is a time to rejoice. And all those Brexiteers who cannot bring themselves to gorge on invigorated chicken are culpable for this food revolution.

Any more shit in need of a re-word or re-frame? You know it makes sense.

And guess what, there is actually a debate about this in the mainstream, pre-supposing chlorinated chicken might actually be good for us! You now know it is isn't, but invigorated chicken, that's another story...
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Jack Stewart, July 30, 2017

Felix Dennis first came to prominence in the infamous Oz obscenity trail in 1969. Vanessa reminded me about Felix having listened to him on Desert Island Discs.

This very short blog is to exhort anyone within travelling distance of Bideford on Avon in Warwickshire to visit the forests he has bequeathed to the public.

Dennis died in 2014, leaving an estimated £750 million fortune. Apparently 80% of that has been earmarked for his Heart of England Forest work.

‘Larger than life’ doesn’t do justice to the man. Perhaps it is fitting his statue in the grounds of Dursington Forest is about 8’ tall. And by the way, he was a rather impressive poet:

Whosoever plants a tree
Winks at immortality.

Woodland cherries, flowers ablaze,
Hold no hint of human praise;

Hazels in a hidden glade
Give no thought to stake or spade;

London planes in Georgian squares
Count no patrons in their prayers;

Seed and sapling seek no cause,
Bark and beetle shun applause;

Leaf and shoot know nought of debt,
Twig and root are dumb— and yet

Choirs of songbirds greet each day
With eulogies, as if to say:

‘Whosoever plants a tree
Winks at immortality!'

Farbulous!
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Jack Stewart, 28/5/2017.

Driving at rush hour. Grim faces, aggression, occasional road rage, driving in the middle of the road (Malvern), discourteous behaviour.

What do we default to? I have spent virtually my whole life swimming against the tide. However to live any kind of “normal” life, a degree of conformity is essential. Not least driving!

We mostly default to mainstream, repetitive, unquestioning programming. We have a pain, and in an almost knee-jerk fashion, seek out a pill to relieve it. We have a problem and we default to how we last solved it, unless it is unfamiliar. As humans, we are natural “modellers.” That is we copy those we admire, those who have something we might want, or often those in authority. Almost all of this copying or modelling is done without thinking. You can see this for yourself in others, and in doing so you might realise how much of it you are doing yourself.

David Icke calls an aspect of this “the postage stamp mind-set.” in other words the “reality” fed to us daily is so narrow and so limited that it could be fitted on a postage stamp. Whither the phrases “thinking outside the box” and “blue skies thinking.” The former implies, rightly we are all in boxes, and the latter only happens a few days a year because the skies are full of chemtrails.

Another classic is the person (forgive me for my temporary obsession with driving examples) is the person who drives home like a maniac in order to relax once there. I leave you to work that one out.

I also recall Deepak Chopra talking about much of humanity (he didn’t mean this as a total put-down, merely an illustration) being a “ragbag of conditioned responses.” Oh I long for those who are awake, aware and engaged with life. I long for those who are aware of themselves, aware of their relationship (even spatially) to others, and aware of what’s really going on in the world. Those who not only think outside the box but never climb back into it and want others to discard theirs. Those who act consciously, those who act purposefully and those who act in service of all sentient beings.

When I was learning psychotherapy – and I’m still learning – many years ago I recall reading the work of a wonderful therapist called Frank Farrelly. His piece of resistance was Provocative Therapy. Having spent decades as a conventional counsellor he realised (and got amazing results*) that sometimes shocking people out of their stupor was the best approach. Farrelly was exceptionally skilled and this is not something I would recommend. You cannot use Provocative Therapy without being in deep rapport with someone.

Perhaps now you may guess where all this is leading. Life, the universe and everything is serving up, daily, things that provoke. If you are in rapport with a higher power, God to some, your divinity within and/or the world of spirit, I would suggest waking up, raising your vibration will follow naturally.

Or you can remain in ignorance, lead an unexamined life, eat fries and burgers, drink "shakes", vote Conservative and reserve your seat for a challenging incarnation the next time round. I just hope if this isn’t getting to you this time around, it does then.
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Love and blessings to you all.

Jack Stewart, July 19, 2017.

* A classic example is the hospital patient who not only thought, but tried to convince everyone he was Jesus. One day at Easter time Farrelly came into the hospital with a large wooden cross, some nails and a hammer…

Don’t we just love those who radiate happiness, joy and optimism? I like to think that much of the time that describes me. Apart from the days or the episodes when personal issues get to me, all of us have the thorny problem of what’s going on in the world.

Any kind of study of the mainstream media, whether forensic or merely anecdotal, will reveal the dominant mind-set is fear and loathing on the one hand, or sport, “celebrity” (I can’t go on) and meaningless trivia on the other. Occasionally there are good news stories, for example countries standing up to corporate bullying, real (non-big Pharma) medical breakthroughs, and heart-warming stories of heroic acts by adults, kids and animals.
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Sometimes there is a polarisation in the light worker community. Those who excessively focus on joy for example, cause me problems. The fact that it causes me a problem is a problem! But is it not the case that if everyone focused on joy we would create the kind of world we want to live in? But I can’t escape either the mind-set captured by the expression “looking the other way while the train is coming.” Can we turn a blind eye to cruelty, to manipulation, and to all the ills you don’t need me to list? By ignoring these are we creating a dynamic that leads back to paradise and then all the ills will be gone? Of course what follows is that by focusing on the ills we are perpetuating the nightmare the billions of our fellow citizens experience every day.

Yesterday I heard the drone of a Chinook helicopter. Look up and there it is. I remember reading accounts of the Vietnam War, when those living in large tracts of the Vietnamese countryside heard the sounds of the Chinook before being shot, maimed or napalmed. Should I even be thinking of calling this memory to mind? Or is it another reminder that work is to be done?

The answer seems to be emerging as I write this piece. Again I like to think I celebrate and am more than tolerant of those who find reference to any kind of problems in the world barriers to their current bliss and the future bliss for all. I think the same is true for those who focus almost exclusively on truth activism. What is common to both of these groups or individuals is they want the world to be a better place.

And that surely is enough.

Jack Stewart, July 4, 2017.