I went up the hill to be with the solar eclipse, down’ere in Cornwall, and these were the thoughts that came up. Well, those which I could put into words.
All about the nature of reality and the way it is changing. And about miracles, reality-overrides, and random small matters like that.
We’re starting a Kickstarter campaign to fund the production and printing of my book ‘Shining Land – the ancient sites of West Penwith and what they tell us about megalithic civilisation‘.
I’m really happy about this. Though I’m not bad at self-promotion, something in me dislikes it, and I’m doubly happy that some good friends have taken it on themselves to do this. To me, it suggests that the universe might be wanting this to happen.
You see, it’s not just because it’s my own book that’s getting published. Been there, done that. It’s the ideas inside. They are not generally accepted today – and this has been the story for me and for many, or all, other geomancers for too many decades.
In the book I propose an entirely different view about the meaning of ancient sites. I might not be correct in every detail, but the gist of what I am saying needs full and proper consideration. This will take time, and perhaps a new generation.
What am I saying? Well, previous postings give good tasters, and the book and an ample website are already available online, here…
It all starts from a simple observation. When you enter an ancient site you are entering a concentrated and consecrated energy-field. And you come out changed. This is not accidental.
I guess it’s a book of clues for a future time. A time when we address the matter of repairing the damaged energy-fields of our planet. It uses West Penwith (where I live) as an example of how this works.
I don’t have all the answers – this is the task of the coming decades, and I won’t be here to join in. But this book contains some fizzly keys and clues that might help. It moves things forward an inch. It’s all to do with energy-fields.
I’m glad it will come out in print. Thanks particularly to Rob, Rachel and Kai for what they are doing – and all other supporters too. It brings a big smile to my face!
Please permit me to invite you to contribute toward the print-publication of this book. It’s all here:
I was listening to a feature on the BBC World Service about the Afghan women’s football team, who have recently been reunited in New Zealand. My eyes flooded with tears. Now, I have no particular reason to feel this way about refugee Afghan sportswomen, but the tears came up anyway, from somewhere deep down. Not for the first time: this is happening quite often, prompted by the smallest of triggers.
Yesterday it was a little bat: it comes out at dusk, swooping around in our farmyard, catching insects attracted by the lights in my cabin. Up came the tears, set off by an upwelling feeling for the lonely struggle of the bat to find food, thanks to a serious decline in insect populations in Britain. Yes, that bat and its fellows could be doomed by the unthought-through ecological malpractices of the British people, blithely getting on with our lives, worrying about the prices of school uniforms, avocados and tankfuls of petrol.
Another was a story about computer programmers in Gaza, trying to find work internationally, on laptops retrieved and refurbished from the rubble – they just want to feed their families. Another was a story about seamen stuck on boats in the Persian Gulf – they just want to go home. Their kids haven’t seen them for ages. They’re victims of a geriatrically whimsical president in a faraway country who labours under the belief that his priorities are bigger and more important than everyone else’s.
These aren’t just narrowband tears restricted to feelings of pain and sadness. Sometimes I emerge from these soggy interludes with a smile and a feeling of relief – not because relief is imminent for these poor souls, but because of the tender humanity and emotional solidarity that lies within these feelings. This human vulnerability, so easy to bomb, mow down and bulldoze, is where the future of humanity lies.
Our desensitised world is so caught up in its dramas that we forget what we’re here for. Though we have a wide spectrum of feelings about the state of the world, collectively we have lost our emotional anchorage, our moral compass. We’re burdened with enough of our own problems, and distant people are another matter. It’s a sad dilemma, this.
Occasionally bursts of empathy come along when we see lines of refugees in a futile trek over the mountains, heading for refugee camps far from home, or a baby lying dead on a beach on the edge of the rich world. That child had lost its chance for a better life – a life of cars, refrigerators and the juggling of timetables and monthly bills.
But mostly, while we get empathic twinges as the media trot out yet another disaster in someone else’s backyard, we don’t have time. We have to get on with stuff. This is the way in which, on this planetary world, we’re unwittingly destroying ourselves, as well as all the other critters and species who nowadays find themselves dependent on our decisions and behaviour. I’d love things to be otherwise but, well, sorry, I’m too busy right now.
Nevertheless, we are all empaths underneath, true humans at heart, and herein lies a big solution. Not in arguments about net zero or GDP, but in a feeling of human togetherness and shared vulnerability. We’re all in this together, sharing as we do a rather small world. Yes, even billionaires are lonely and afraid.
Our current global trajectory pushes us in a direction where, to our horror and surprise, we might rediscover a big truth – that it is in our own best interests to prioritise everyone’s interest. To make sacrifices in our own lives, just as the world’s victims and underdogs today are doing for us.
It’s in our best interest to let those tears come up. To feel the pain of the world. And its tender joy, sprouting like springtime flowers in the nightmarish wastelands of today. To forgive ourselves for screwing up. To see things with another optic. To set the past behind us, entering the future facing forwards.
Whatever unfolds in the coming decades, our descendants shall one day live in a new world, whatever form that takes – we are creating it now. We’re getting closer to a showdown, a catharsis of global choice, and we’re all here for that. If you wish to escape it, that’s fine, but you’ll be missing something – missing the redemption of a planetary world. It’s the biggest game in town. And it’s happening in our own hearts.
The Men an Tol (Stone of the Hole), Penwith, Cornwall
Siddhis is a Sanskrit word. It concerns magical, healing and psychic abilities. Oriental faiths look on these as a by-product of spiritual growth – not something to seek in themselves. They are natural abilities, and everyone has siddhis available to them – rather like musical and artistic abilities, which we might or might not take up.
We all have instinct and intuition. Some people are wired up to specialise and excel in them.
A lot hangs around whether and to what extent we open up to the siddhis available to us – this varies from person to person. This isn’t about seeking them out – it’s about letting them develop, if and when they do develop. Allowing them to surface as we grow psycho-spiritually. Taking the growth choice instead of the fear choice.
It’s all about taking note of what’s going on in our psyches, and trusting in our ability to perceive these inner movements instinctively or intuitively – going by our feelings. It’s about loosening up the control and censorship of our rational mind and being willing to go outside the realm of our normal thoughts and beliefs.
But remember… siddhis are a by-product of our inner growth. The siddhis within yourself will develop as you grow, and they are here as perceptual and healing tools.
One thing I have always done has been to act on my intuitions almost immediately. Sometimes I get up in the morning with an idea powered up with an urge, and I set about it there and then. The advantage of following these inspirations is that they tend to work well – somehow they are in tune with the universe.
In a sense it’s a matter of acting on behalf of the wider, deeper universe. The main problem with this is that I often forget my breakfast. Which is one reason I’ve always been physically rather slim. Intuitions have a way of working in paradoxically multiplex ways.
Recently I’ve been struggling to complete my customary long-form blogs. My brainz have been rather battered by cancer and the pharma-drugs I’ve been taking to deal with it. But they have kept me alive for seven years now (to my surprise). Typing on a keyboard is getting difficult too.
The consequence is that I’ve been losing track of my message after two-three paragraphs. This vexed me and I ground my stuff over it for a while. Then I remembered…
To quote I Ching: The Creative works through the easy and The Receptive works through the simple.
So, from now on, it looks like I’m going to be doing shorts. I think my soul-brother Alan will like that – he’s been elbowing me about writing shorter blogs for a good while now!
Love, Palden
Two thousand years ago, this was someone’s home. This is at Bosporthennis, Penwith, Cornwall.
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