​At the weekend I attempted formally to communicate with spirit and came up short. I’ve been through and conducted just about every conceivable kind of training in personal development over the years but there’s no doubt communicating with spirit is in a differently league.

The last 12 months have been challenging to put it mildly. However they have also been a revelation.

Today I’m recovering from a pretty severe cold. Yesterday morning (Tuesday 27th) my energy levels were the lowest I can ever recall. I struggled to speak, had no interest in food and could hardly move. However despite my low energy levels I now feel a lot better.

Typical bloke you may say, attempting to get sympathy for his plight. Not this time. We all have colds/are ill from time to time. Mine is no worse than yours. Things catch up with us though and I’m convinced when we are in a depleted state it’s often the time when significant changes occur. I don’t think it’s coincidence that my phone has now packed up. Nor is it coincidence a couple of other projects have changed markedly.

Do you ever lose faith? For the second time in my life at the weekend I completely lost faith in the afterlife. The first time was when my late wife Anne appeared to have given up her fight for life (with hindsight she was preparing for the next one). I know a number of mediums/psychics who rage against God or spirit when the shit really hits the fan. Perhaps I can sum this up by saying I know there is a God, but sometimes I don’t believe it.

Ironically the thing that gets in the way of connecting to spirit, my logical mind, has come to my aid. It is impossible for me to believe that this world, humanity and all sentient beings, and therefore the universe are accidents or just a series of random events. There has to be an intelligence pulling all this together. Another way I attempt to rationalise it is that if the forces of darkness were allowed free rein they would have succeeded years ago and the whole damn thing would collapse in on itself.

So yes there has to be a rather sophisticated intelligence beyond what any of us can imagine.

I’ve often heard people talk about surrendering to God, letting “him” take over their lives. Closely related to this is the idea of “if you want to make God laugh tell him your plans”. In other words things happen to us that we can’t predict; things come out of our subconscious that we never knew existed.

I’m reading an interesting book which I will not recommend because the density of the language is off the scale. The book refers to the metaphor of the sea. When a ship floats on the sea waves are created, and if measuring equipment were sophisticated enough it could be proven they would no doubt travel around the world. Many ships float on the sea. There are many waves and each has an impact on all other waves. I hope this metaphor is obvious, but should it not be what it means is that everything affects everything else. In sparing you an examination of quantum mechanics to me it is impossible to deny everything is connected to everything else. And the existence of another world (spirit) outside the normal frequency range of the five senses is hardly a surprise.

Again it seems we’ve been here before in this blog, so what’s new?

What’s new I suppose is that sometimes things just don’t work, our frustrations can become unmanageable, and even the fittest amongst us can become ill. Shock horror! My altered state is a rather fascinating one which is changing literally as I write. Despite feeling exhausted, snotty and uncomfortable part of me is intrigued by where I’m at the moment.

Normal service will be resumed as soon as possible.

Love, Jack Stewart. September 28th 2016.
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PS I forgot to mention power of the healing I have had from my soulmate Vanessa. I have no right to recover so quickly! 

Well, what a contrast, a reminder, an education, an experience...Democide again! Yes, lest we forget, the true tyrants and agents of the dark side are governments. The use of the word "te*r*r" by the mainstream is designed to convince you that small groups of unhinged fanatics are the cause of all global angst. In Budapest [study history, the Hungarians know] a visit to the world's first [if is, what does that tell you?] Museum of Terror [oops, that's another entry in the file]  is a truly unmissable episode.

If the place was a room with just a table and chair in it, it would be worth the admission simply because of its name, the MUSEUM OF TERROR. Terror committed by the Fascists and Soviet Communists. Real terror is that instigated by governments worldwide and today it is blamed on fanatics they create and arm. The 'enemy' of 'freedom' is men in dark suits who 'ask' you to vote for them every so often. And, if she survives long enough to be 'elected', the arch uber-rich satanist herself, Hillary Clinton will take it up a few notches.

In 2016, we are in danger of heading for the prison without bars world of Aldous Huxley. The Budapest museum shows how it was done then in the last century, when things were a little less sophisticated and needed thuggery and brutality to get results. Despite the files created by the secret police on show in the Museum of Terror appearing to be an anachronism, old technology in a distant country, yours exists now as electronic in a 'cloud' accessible from anywhere. 

I felt the pain of the thousands murdered by the state, represented by hundreds of images on a very large wall.

​Check out the torture cells, the endless video testimonies of regime survivors, the real artefacts from the head of the secret police and his henchmen, the smiling faces of the Soviet puppets, the Nazi uniforms, the tank, the limousine...

It could never happen here.

Coming back from this amazing, breathtaking and inspiring city [thank you my beautiful Vanessa] I still feel a little shaky. Like a somewhat fractured near-death experience, seeing how it was seventy plus years ago, shows what it could be like unless we have a global awakening.

Which we are having.

Phenomenal.

JS, September 2016.

Your phone has an electronic boarding pass. It tracks you. A bit bulky? How about using the voice dictation software? Or a device that converts thoughts into actions? One that you don't need to remember where you put it? Because it's under your skin. A microchip. Cool eh? Peter Gabor would have been proud. And no, his crime was not that he was Jewish. It was that he ordered the killing and torture of thousands of innocent Hungarians.