Archive for August, 2007
If you look at the Module on the home page, you will see that itâs almost the full moon.
âWhen you get caught between the Moon and New York City
I know itâs crazy, but itâs true
If you get caught between the Moon and New York City
The best that you can do âŠâŠ
The best that you can do is fall in loveâ
David and I have found a really cosy, yet modern restaurant just near our hotel. The food is gourmet quality and the surroundings are computer-chip modern and yet manage to be warm and friendly - all at the same time. (Click on the link below if you like good food, I really think they deserve a âplugâ.)
click on the Japanese characters below if you want a translated pageâŠ
I wasnât too well last night and I was a little worried as I slumped into the yellow-cab on my way to rehearsals, that I wouldnât have the stamina for the intensive but fascinating sessions. âWhistleâ continues to absorb most of my days - capturing the emotions within each scene feels rather like catching lightning in a bottle and managing to cork it, before it disperses into the aether. Fortunately around mid-morning, I sneezed, popped my cork and broke the cold that had been bottling up unknowingly inside my pounding head. Naturally I had thought (hypochondriac that I am) that I was due for a mild stroke at least; but the resounding âphsChawww!!â I unexpectedly produced - during one of the quiet scenes of course - cleared my brain and elicited âbless youâ responses from the cast. My âThank you for your support, I shall wear it often.â reply, caused a gratifying giggle from the company members. Americans and especially American thespians, seem to adore my quaint English sense of humour (humor)
Iâm getting really excited about our opening in Houston in around ten days time and our forthcoming tour of the mid-west. If your interested and especially if you live in the USA, do click on the link below. A word of warning however; if your internet connection is slow, put the vidâ on pause whilst it loads, otherwise it keeps stickingâŠ
After our meal, David went to buy some fruit juice from an all-night store, whilst I had a ciggy outside. I looked up and there it wasâŠ..
Now click on the link below and have a private karaoke
(if you sing like me, I suggest the bathroom as the best location)
Love to Sarah and Pete Howarth who got married to this songâŠ..
âtill the next time
Whistle Down The Wind â USA
From my hotel window
Itâs been a week since I returned to New York to rehearse âWhistleâ for the forthcoming tour of the mid-west. My initial impressions of New York and New Yorkers as being more friendly than Londoners has not lessened at all, in fact I am even more surprised at the warmth and friendliness all around me.
|Translation for 140 languages by ALS|
Perhaps itâs me â perhaps I am attracting friendliness and hospitality â drawing it to me like a magnet. Itâs a thoughtâŠ
I fully believe that most, if not everything we experience and gain (or lose) in life, is of our own doing. I believe we design our own successes and failures; our own harmonies and our own discords. Most times we are the architects of our destiniesâŠ
I first saw the film âWhistle Down the Windâ in the early sixties and although the story has now been transplanted from Lancashire to the mid-west of America, the central message of love and belief remains unchanged. So maybe itâs rubbing off on my attitudes to the people around me. There is a magic about the piece that unusually has increased in its present incarnation â maybe because Americans still have an unashamed belief in Jesus. Please donât be offended, but Christian fervour seems more tangible on this side of the pond, together with a greater sense of identity. But then the UK is going through an all too quick change of identity, both in religious belief and also in social custom. Politicians must take into account that their ideals and visions of the society they wish to create may be at odds with the needs and wants of their âsubjectsâ.
There is a drive in the UK toward a healthier society. Smoking is an easy target; a target that also allows folk in small positions of authority to say âNoâ. Real authority comes from trusting and allowing populations, rather than restricting and banning. Real power often comes from being able to say âYesâ.
Meanwhile violence and murder continue to increase. Greater focus should be placed on spiritual development and mutual respect; otherwise we may end up with a physically strong but spiritually hollow population. It is of little comfort to know that we may be mugged by a healthy non-smoker.
The quantity of life does not equate to its quality.
At my hotel door.
My present work-rate is extreme and therefore this Almanack entry is short, but I will post another within a couple of days.
Messages from Beyond
The Rev. John Chapman turned to the congregation one Sunday and told them that they didnât really need him. âEverything is Spiritâ he said âyou can reach out and receive messages without the gateway of a mediumâ.
|Translation for 140 languages by ALS|
John is essentially right, but it takes time to become more sensitive to the âotherworldâ. If you think of yourself as a radio or television receiver that is out of tune and that the process of your spiritual searching and self-analysis are the means of tuning your receptivity, you will I think get an idea of the development process of psychic awareness.
My own psychic abilities have grown over the last two years, as predicted repeatedly by mediums, both within the Spiritual Church and in the âcommercialâ tarot, astrological and psychic-reading communities. Nevertheless my last two visits to church have proved to me that John is essentially right. The messages I received on both Sundays were warming and encouraging, but were not in themselves a proof - my own psychic âthoughtsâ however, caused me to flush with excitement at todayâs service when Dad came throughâŠ
Last Sunday (5th August)
I didnât want to go to church â no particular reason except idleness â then the problem of an Almanack entry came into my head, a head devoid of any theme or idea to write about. Almost at once, I got the impression that Christina wanted me to go because I would find a theme to write about. I abandoned thoughts of a Sunday afternoon in front of the box and set off in the carâŠ
Maureen Hitchin is a delicate bird-like woman, with a childish laugh and an open-ness that I have found in quite a few of her peers. I could feel the familiar tension and fullness in the middle of my forehead and so it was no surprise to me when she came to me first.
The message Maureen gave to me was accurate and yet could apply to a lot of deceased mothers:-
Maureen described a âWonderful Ladyâ (Christina) around 5â3â in height, not fat but a little bit cuddly. She reported breathing problems when she was here. She said that Christina was very loving and at most times very spiritual, but that she was occasionally âbrought downâ by the atrocities in injustice she saw all around her. Maureen commented that Christina did not have many friends or family and that she was not ready to die and even at age 90, wanted to remain in this life. She then said that my mother was so happy now and quoted her as saying that the afterlife was âWonderfulâ. Maureen also said that my mother was so pleased at the way things had turned out for me and my projects and that she would continue to help me.
I returned home and decided to write up the account of Maureenâs contact with my mother, however the pressure of last weekâs rehearsals and sheer tiredness, made me put off the entry, which was just as well because the experience of todayâs church visit brings home to me that the proof I search for is further born out by the fact that I preconceived the moment of contact with my parents. The excitement I feel is that I am on the other side of the fence and instead of wondering if the medium is genuine or not, I now have my own truth and proof.
This Sunday 12th August.
I had gone to church this afternoon, without any feelings from Christiana. My mind was drifting around as Polly Daniels gave out messages. My thoughts turned to my father and I realised that I almost never think of him when it comes to contacting the after-existence and that I seldom reach out and try to contact his spirit. The thought made me sad and guilty, so I at once told him I loved him and that I wanted to contact his spirit.
Almost at once, Polly turned to me. âI have a father-figure hereâŠ.â
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