Sunday, 31 July 2016



That sounds pretty daft, doesn’t it?  And no - no I haven’t actually heard anyone say so.  But ask the average person a question about Nitrogen and their blank look will tell you all that you need to know.  To the average person, Nitrogen doesn’t exist – does it?

        Take them back to school-days and science, and the composition of the air in which we live, which we breathe, and a flicker of recognition might cross a face or two when they recall that Nitrogen makes up 80% of the Earth’s atmosphere – the remainder being Oxygen, 20%, and CO2 adding a minute 0.4%.  
Even this passing interest will wane if you move on to suggest that, as Nitrogen is a constituent of many minerals, and is present in large volumes in the seas and is a component of every living thing, it might be worth a thought.  As the blank look gets even blanker, they might give a passing reference to CO2 – “Yeah – I’ve heard of that – greenhouse gas - innit?”

       Nitrogen is invisible and odourless, so to all intents and purposes, it is not there – until it blows on you, or drives along the clouds in the sky.  Sometimes it is warm - other times it may be cold, although you don’t say to yourself “The nitrogen is warm/cold today.”

       In other words, you are only aware of this invisible element by the effect that it has upon you.  Yet, if it ceased to be there, you would die.

       Those selfsame words may be applied directly to another invisible element that is present and ‘envelops’ you completely and always.  An element that is far more complex than nitrogen, and much, much more difficult to describe – and certainly not in scientific terms.

       It is an element whose presence has been recognised, recorded and analysed and written about by the people of every culture that has ever existed, and since the beginning of recorded time.
It is fundamental.  It is the world of ‘spirit’.

       Now how do I follow that?  Yes.  How do I follow that?  In introducing ‘nitrogen’ and speculation about the gas, I was entering a ‘world’ where virtually everything may be analysed and measured - the world of science.

Not so within the ‘world of spirit’.

       Just try to speak or write about ‘spirit’, ‘spiritual’, ‘spirits’ and inevitably you will find yourself bogged down in the world of religion, of religions, of confusion, of speculation, where every relevant word has already been saddled with a whole range of meaning, of meanings – all argued over, debated –fought over even – and you will understand why I hesitate to add even more.

       Yet I have added more – 160,000 words more - in the text of a book that I have written and published.  Words that have come from my heart – that have come from my mind.  Words that have come from the reality of personal experience.  Personal experience of the reality of spiritual presence.  From the direct experience of the presence within my mind and within my body of intelligent independently acting ‘beings’.  Beings that are normally referred to as spirits.

The book has the title

Listening to the Silences
in a World of Hearing Voices

I have experienced inner voices and many other phenomena for over thirty years – and I am not, nor ever have been made ill from this cause.  I have not become ill because, knowing exactly what I was doing at the outset, and how everything evolved, I am certain, with an unshakeable certainty, that what I experience is the result of spiritual intrusion into my mind, body and senses.

       I write in detail of how it all began, and my subsequent life and what I have learned – and still continue to learn – and how, in contrast to the malign voices and presences that can dominate thought and action, I have experienced the direct opposite.  I have experienced the actions and support of the absolutely benign spiritual presences. 

When I began to write, I had one principal purpose, namely, to bring reality to the understanding of ‘schizophrenia’, ‘voice hearing’ –realityexperience – instead of academic theory.  However, as I wrote, I realised that much of what I was writing had direct relevance to other areas of mental ill-health, such as ‘bipolar disorder’, ‘dissociation’ or multiple-personality disorder, and possibly paranoia.

       One theme, however, runs through the book, a theme whose purpose is to proclaim the reality of the existence of the completely benign and helpful spiritual presences.  Without these presences in my life, I would not have achieved much of what I have done.

       They exist in the lives of everyone – but as with the nitrogen, many individuals are completely unaware, or don’t even care.  For myself – without their quiet, almost subliminal help, I would never have achieved what I have done in my writing, nor in my role as natural healer. 

I would never have corresponded by email with other voice-hearers across the world, from the Philippines to Alaska.

Certainly, I would never have received an email such as this from ‘John’ – forty-five years old and long time voice hearer –

“You and your book are the best things that have ever happened to me.  You have saved my sanity.
                        You have saved my life


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Monday, 11 July 2016





I can become an absolute bore on the subject of ‘voice hearing’ and all that those two words conjure up – but I do not apologise for writing, writing and continuing to write.  Because, through my book and Blog, I have reached many individuals, and, as we have corresponded by email, so many very personal stories have emerged.  Stories that I try to weave through my writing – all the time trying to convey to anyone who is interested just what it can be like to experience these unknown voices in the mind and physical presence within the body. 

Therefore, to try to experience what is like to live with ‘other beings’ who are trying to control one’s thoughts and actions, may I suggest that you join me in a little role play?

So!  I have found a rĂ´le for you!

You are now Sara-Jane; you are in your early forties and  are in a plane a mile high above the Mediterranean and about to join her unique Mile High Club…

You are returning from an absolutely blissful holiday in the Greek Islands, and to where you will return in a year’s time to marry Tom, your partner, who is beside you, lightly dozing.  Your mind is so full – the holiday just ended – already planning what you will wear next year.  Not a negative thought in your mind; nothing but happiness.

Then suddenly, all of the other people on the plane are talking about you, criticising you, condemning you, pulling you to pieces – your clothes; your morals – on and on.  As you cower in your seat, Tom wakes and you pour out the reasons for your distress – “They’re all talking about me!  They’re all talking about me!” 

Tom stands up and looks around, and persuades you to do the same. 

Not a single person shows any interest in you.

Somehow, you manage to keep things together while the plane lands and you travel home, where the dam bursts and the malign voices and presences continue their castigation.  You have time off work, ostensibly with stress, and you struggle to cope.  Only with the strong support and care from Tom and your twin sister do you manage to avoid being ‘sectioned’.  Yet you have determination that this ‘thing’ is not going to beat you, and you struggle with the minimum of drug intake and try to find the real explanation of what has happened to you.

You scour the Internet, looking for articles, books – anything that might help.  You find one, a book, that seems to draw you, and you read it avidly, non-stop.  And at last, you have an explanation that seems to fit your own incredible experiences. 

“I must write to this man and tell him”, you say to Tom.  And you do…

And here alongside me as I write is the letter from Sara-Jane.  It is a letter that puzzled me when I first opened it, for it is on the headed note-paper of a very major British motor manufacturer, where she works in a responsible position.

Sara-Jane begins:

“I want to say thanks for writing on the Internet about your experiences.  I found it to be the only true version of what I feel happened to myself last year.  I had been looking for books to read on the subject but I found nothing useful until I came across your account…”

She and Tom came to stay with me, and we were able to reach an even greater understanding of her experiences.  The year elapsed – and produced on my computer two wedding photographs of very happy people – Sara-Jane, looking absolutely exquisite, alongside a beaming Tom; and the second, with twin sister, equally looking radiant.

Sara-Jane can count herself fortunate, in that her experiences appear to have had a beginning and an end – or if not an actual ‘end’, but a finite analysis that shows that control is made possible by ‘awareness’ and knowledge.  Others may not be so fortunate, and with them I may begin an email correspondence – one that can span the Globe, (yes, truly Worldwide as emails have arrived from such diverse locations as the Philippines, Moscow, Brazil, Mexico, Florida and UK) – and which may go on for some months before, hopefully, we can write “RESULT – give me a high-five!”  

Most people know someone with mental health problems who might profit from reading my book.

 ‘Hearing voices’ is something that many individuals just don’t want to talk about, because of the stigma, and fear of ‘psychiatry’ and powerful anti-psychotic drugs.  They might welcome the chance to read about someone else’s experiences and ways of coping.

So please note the Web/Blog addresses, and pass them on.

BOOK – "Listening to the Silences in a World of Hearing Voices"

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Saturday, 9 July 2016






Job Davies, eighty-five
Winters old, and still alive
After the slow poison
And treachery of the seasons.

Miserable?  Kick my arse!
It needs more than rain's hearse
Wind-drawn to pull me off
The great perch of my laugh.

What's better than courage?
Paunch full of hot porridge.
Nerves strengthened with tea,
Peat black - dawn found me

Mowing where the grass grew,
Bearded with golden dew.
Rhythm of long scythe
Kept this tall frame lithe.

What to do?  Stay green.
Never mind the machine,
Whose fuel is human souls.
Live large, man, and dream small...