I discovered two books in 1981 that altered the trajectory of my life. The first one opened my mind, the second allowed me to question ‘reality’. I’ve long since lost them, but I believe they left an indelible legacy deep within my soul, a legacy of love, creativity and insight.

The first book, I’m sure was called “The Self”. It was a massive paperback containing loads of sad and sinister black & white block cut images of the first world war. It had a few words, which I’m sure helped clarify the message. It was message of sacrifice. A message from beyond the grave of millions of people [unwittingly] caught up in war, through no fault of their own. They had lost everything … not just their lives, but the souls of their families (Born and hitherto yet to be born).

The second book was Aleister Crowley’s “The book of Thoth”, which cemented my spiritual theory that our soul’s journeys are somehow plotted before our lives, during our lives and after our living is over.

Divination isn’t just what sceptics would have you believe, it’s the connective tissue that holds time together. It’s like drilling a well or tapping into a tree for sap … the flow continues, but we get to see [for an instant] the whole story in its current form.

Our personal spreads are just like that. They tap in to everything, but are instantly out of date. That’s not to say that they are useless, because they can show the paths that we’re on. If those paths are heading in the wrong direction, then we plan to step off them … and then we read again from the spreads we have yet to see.

I hope to make this a regular thing … please come back, contribute and bring your boots … sometimes the paths are rocky.

Love to you all. Those passed over, those living and especially to those who were never born xxx