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The Scillonians

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Many years ago in the Iron Age. Although entrance graves from the neolithic/bronze ag

Entrance graves are found in close association with simple and cist cairns. A contemporary association also exists between entrance graves and menhirs. Though not uncommon in Scilly entrance graves are rare in England. These monuments exhibit some diversity in their form. A menhir/long stone is a deliberately set upright stone and serves as a ritual or burial monument.

Entrance graves have very restricted distribution within the British isles. In England they are confined to the isles of Scilly and west penwith in Cornwall. Further afield they have been recorded in the Tramore area of south east Ireland and lesser numbers of vaguely comparable monuments are known in the channel islands and Brittany. Entrance graves are scattered over much of Scilly though there are particularly large concentrations on Samson, gugh and the south east edge of St Mary’s most are set along ridges, relatively level gently sloping downs or on hill summits, in some cases they are near to ancient sea cliffs and a few are known the bottom of slopes and close to the modern shoreline.

Menhirs in Scilly range in height from1.5 to 2.4m.

Contemporary associations exist between hut circles and  entrance graves and cists so are these the graves of resident/indigenous scillonians or are they the memorials of people who do not live on the islands but who came here to be buried in this ‘place at the edge of the earth’ High Kings’ ‘people of high honour, stature or religious standing’ Another final resting place ‘in the west nearest the setting sun and the edge of the world would have been in West Cornwall mayhap for the internment of those not high or wealthy enough to afford the carriage to Scilly.

Evidence hA BEEN found of a goodly sized population on Scilly but not of there being a profitable or worthwhile agricultural or manufacturing industries  to generate an income and trading economy with other settlements outside the islands with one exception; the burial of the dead?

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And he saw that it was good

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For arguments sake let’s assume that the Earth was created by God (bear with me on this, even you non-theists, I’ve been thinking about it!). At each stage of his work he checked on it and made sure it was okay, only when he ‘saw that it was good’ did he move onto the next part of his project.

Once god had completed his Creation and had given Man, his supreme creature, stewardship over all things he left them to get on with it. God was always there for Man if they needed help and support but since they had eaten the fruit of the tree of knowledge they had freedom of will and of choice in what they could do (bear in mind that the scriptures were written at a time where Man’s thoughts were mainly attributed to divine action and influence, the writers did not have the cognitive capability of attributing Man’s thoughts to anything other than supernatural influence; if it was good God made you think it, if it was bad the devil made you do it.) So Man’s early attempts at living were not going well, a brother killed his brother, father attempted to kill his son, a man built a ship to save animals and his immediate family from a flood but left the rest, his mother, father, aunts, uncles, all his and his children’s in-laws and all the people that helped him build his ship to perish (you don’t think he built that great boat all by himself?). Eventually, so we are told, god felt that the time was right to give Man a set of rules to live by, the ‘Ten Commandments’ (there were a lot more but the ‘Ten’ were the main ones, applicable to everyone within the community.) The question I often ask of atheists etc who condemn these ‘rules’ is ‘Which of the Ten Commandments proscribe something that you feel you have a need or a right to do or have done to you by someone else? With the possible exception of the First Commandment, an objection that can be obviated by reaching a closer understanding of the meaning of the term ‘God’ the others are rules for living together in a society, Respect for each member of the community and their possessions (you can choose which category a wife falls into?) and having respect for the community itself (Honour thy father and mother [respect the history and traditions of your society]. Do not use the name of the Lord your God in vain [‘name’ here means more than just a nomenclature it includes the whole ethos of the named one] .)

The other commandments are ‘rules’ for living in a community. nothing godly or spiritual about them, they just explain how to be nice to each other.

And what if god doesn’t exist, do the same rules apply?

The famed anthropologist Magerate Mead recorded that the first sign she saw in the fossils of humans of Civilisation developing was when she unearthed a skeleton with a broken femur that had ‘healed’. This person had been cared for and tended to whilst the bone set and afterwards when they were unable to take part in hunting. They were they given a less active role in the hunt or assigned another job in the community that did not involve running (or even standing unsupported)? Unlike in other animal societies they were not just allowed to die. If this was not a god-inspired code of practice or way of living then the evolution of the human brain and mind had instilled in them a community spirit of mutual assistance and dependency (to witness this development in action watch the documentary ‘One Million Years BC’ and see how the brutality of the cave dwellers towards each other was transformed when they encountered the cooperative morals of the coast dwellers who helped and respected each other. (this documentary also shows that Man invented the eyebrow tweezers before he invented the wheel. [think about it, even Neanderthals made and wore jewelry so mayhap early female Man dolled herself up a bit!])

Joshing aside, was there a factor in the evolution of the Homo Sapiens that brought about cooperation and ‘rules’ for communal living, if there was, would those ‘rules’ be very different from the ten commandments?

Man is not a solitary animal, he seeks community, indeed he needs community, to thrive. To live in a community successfully requires rules, whether these rules were given by god or by evolution is not the first issue to be dealt with here, it is that they are there and when followed a community turns into a society and all can flourish.

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DEMOCRACY DEMOCRACY DEMOCRACY!

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Chatting to a friend of mine about politics the other day I told him that all Tories were scum. He accused me of being over emotional and offensively irrational by claiming that ( he did not notice that it was not a claim, it was a fact!). He could not understand that I hold that view, not because of any political allegiances that I may have but because it is my ‘Lived Experience’ that I have never met a Tory who wasn’t scum.

Scum is the term for the thick layer of unpleasant effluvia and detritus that floats on top of a liquid or whatever stagnating and polluting it.

So why are Tories scum?

It is the role and responsibility of a democratically elected government to care for the welfare of all of it’s citizens and to foster an environment where these citizens are able to work towards achieving their aspirations, it is not the purpose or right of a government to ostracize or ignore the needs and wants of one section of the populace in favour of facilitating the desires of another.

Conservative/Tory governments have always been what Matthew Arnold, the 19th Century essayist and social commentator termed as ‘Aristocratical’ a term he used to include not only the landed gentry but the oligarchs and wealthy citizens of the land, the aristocrats cronies; all those who have a vested interest in there being a ‘small’ state intervention in the internal structure of the nation and there being ‘allodial’ rights to land and property ownership (allodial rights are where the property owner has sole rights without state intervention, although the state can exact punishment or fines if the property owner does something untoward. Since the ‘aristocrats not only own the land but comprise the State, the government that sets and exacts the punishments levied, there is a clash of interests and no great impetus to set punishments at a worthwhile or deterrent level)

A Feudal system allows a property owner rights over his land but also it insists that he has responsibilities towards his tenants and the law upholds the rights of those tenants to be treated responsibly. With the eventual and inevitable decline and extinction of the Feudal System there came to the fore a plutocracy and an untrammeled aristocracy that could ride roughshod over the rights of the plebeians and ‘working classes’ nnnmmm

The Conservatives praise a ‘low tax economy’ where citizens have more money to spend on what they want but do not explain that people will need to spend that ‘extra’ money on health care, education costs and pension provision for their old age; these financial outgoings of the populace will be administered by privately owned agencies who will take an administrative fee for doing so. So a low tax more spending money regime implies a low tax more statuary outgoings scheme and more money and profits for private companies. Is that fair?

The Tories/Conservatives still hold to the methods and means that they held to back in the days of yore, dividing society, ignoring the least ‘worthwhile’ and exacting hardships for the needy. In Victorian times the Workhouse was the place appointed for the needy to go to but the authorities made the places so hard to access and so unpleasant and undignified that people would rather die than go there. In the current day Universal Benefit is made so hard to access and to survive on that people have to jump through hoops to get it and to live in fear of losing it when they get it and to rely on food banks to feed themselves, a system which some Conservatives see as a thing to be proud of whilst they and their companies and consortiums pay less tax than is equitable.

That is why they are scum.

in a future post I may have something to say about the Labour party abandoning their principles and the Working Classes and thereby becoming ‘aristocratical’ bedfellows of the Tory scum.

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What a Waste

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I don’t know why I keep doing it but once again I have started reading modern Atheist stuff. The Atheist philosopher John Gray described present day atheism as having only ‘entertainment value’ as it rarely or never says anything of import and I must agree; there is little in today’s output from non-theists, be it from the ‘top’ ones like Richard Dawkins to the very bottom grade: ‘Atheist Republic’. And that lot really are the ‘bottom’ , what a batch of assholes with more axes to grind than they have brain cells to think with! I recently dug out their book of ’50 essays that prove how small god is’ or some such title. My self appointed task is to find something, anything, within it’s pages that can be construed as a serious argument that I or any theist can engage with meaningfully. I will let you know if I find one or else try to explain to you why not if I can’t locate one.

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I found the ‘edit’ key so tidied up this post

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It’s a Dog’s Life

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I hate dogs, actually to be more accurate I hate dog owners those antisocial types that walk with a dog on a long lead, let the cur poo and pee wherever it wants, including my driveway, they don’t clear up the mess, they take their mutts into shops where fresh food is being served or wait outside with the dog lead stretching across the doorway. These people post videos on facebook etc of them or their children teasing their dogs, even the short tempered breeds or film of their dog licking their child’s face, well I suppose if the dog’s just finished licking its own butthole it needs to wipe it’s tongue on something to get rid of the taste. The list of these people’s  rude and disgusting behaviour is long…very long and I am made out to be a rude and grumpy curmudgeon because I don’t find these dog’s antics to be amusing or acceptable.

I believe that there should be a return of the dog license of maybe £10 a year, that you can only own one dog and before you purchase a dog you must go on a training course to prove you know how to look after a creature, that after you’ve got the dog you and it must attend obedience classes, long and extending leads should be banned and all dogs especially in built up areas should be walked to heel and not allowed in any shop. Dogs that foul in the street, or anywhere should be immediately put down, I would be willing to do the deed if the council will give me a heavy shovel to hit the dog with, the owner should be made to hold the dog on a lead whilst it is euthanised and made to pay for the disposal of it’s body.  The dead dog’s owner should be banned for life from ever owning another dog or in fact any sort of animal as it is obvious that that person is not fit to take care of an animal.

Why should I have to put up with walking through your dog’s crap and trip over the mutt just because you are to bone idle to take care of your pooch and clean up after it.

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FINDING EMILY JANE

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Not sure if I’ve posted this here before but if I have, here it is again

The MC of my unfinished novel travelled to Yorkshire in the early 19th Century and this is something that happened to him there.

The story is mostly told from his perspective but this episode focusses on Emily  Jane and her feelings.

Hope you like it.  It still needs a bit of tinkering but it ain’t gonna get it!

She felt so alone. She was a stranger in a familiar land.

The physical and emotional detachment of her father, spending all day as he did, cloistered away in his study, hating the town that he lived in, bruised her soul. The antiquated morality of her aunt, clattering around the slate floors of the house in her wooden clogs, hating the house she lived in,  offended her sensibilities. The bullying and jealousies of her elder sister intruding into her privacy, hating her creativity  made her bile rise. The memory of the kindnesses of her beloved, departed sister  and the vague, distant feeling of being loved as a baby by her adored but long since dead, mother kept her soul alive. Only the support of her brother, limited as it was by his depression and drinking kept her from going mad.

 She spent much of her time when not writing poems, cleaning and tidying the house; the family noting her fervour as a cleaner but not noticing her attempts to clean away the anger and ill feeling that blighted the building.

Only when out walking over  the moors stretching out from behind the house into obscurity could she feel the freedom of being;  there was a connection between herself and the bleak land.It did not judge, it accepted.

He felt so alone. He was a stranger in a strange land.

He had journeyed to the north of the country in his attempts  get away from the sins he had committed in the south. The physical and emotional detachment he felt, spending all day as he had, sheltered away in his self. Hating the god who treated him with disdain, bruised his soul, the old fashioned morality of his church, stamping  around the slate floors of his soul, making demands that he could not fulfil,  offended his sensibilities. The bullying and jealousies of his inner voice, intruding into his privacy, hating his creativity  made his bile rise. The memory of the kindnesses of his beloved, departed Veronica  and the vague,distant feeling of loving Lady Caroline, his adored, but long since dead, friend, kept his soul alive. Now, there was no-one to support him and stop him descending further and further into melancholy…

 He spent much of his time trying to sort out his mind ; noting his fervour as a thinker but not noticing his attempts to clean away the anger and ill feeling that blighted his life. Only when out wandering into the emptiness  that stretched out from his soul could he feel the freedom of being.

When his travels reached Yorkshire he made his way up onto the moors, as far away from people that he could reach,but even in that isolated place he could smell on the wind the smoke from the factories in the cities, miles distant. 

He took up residence an abandoned house that he found  atop a windswept hill,   When not on a nightime ramble hewould sit on a high backed settle in front of a fire that he made by burning old furniture and even floorboards from some of the further rooms of the house, there being no peat or wood on the nearby moors to use. He would sit with his blanket wrapped around him, fervently trying not to think about his past or indeed anything and to to draw some warmth into his body from the fire During the passing of each day he would look out across the moors, trying to see any signs of life beit bird or animal. he felt that the bleak house and even bleaker landscape,  if not actually accepting  him did not reject him either  and he felt he could be at one with the Spirits of this Land, if there were indeed any spirits inhabiting this wilderness.

There was rarely anything moving to see but he noticed in the distance that there in rain and shine was a young woman walking, almost skipping through the desolation, he could imagine that she were singing as she moved; but what sort of song could she be singing?

When their paths did meet, although he and she were both enjoying their solitude they walked together for a distance. .   They did not speak but both felt a togetherness even in their silence.

They would sometimes meet on subsequent days and when they did she would walk with him, he finding a comfort in her presence that was missing in his life and she finding a companionship with him that was missing in hers.

At the end of one particular walk she asked him if he would meet her early the next day to watch the sun rise and spend to the day with her. He agreed.

On her way to meet him the next day  she walked in the darkness before the sunrise, almost dancing in her happiness, thinking about the future; she joined him at the foot of a small hill. As they were climbing to the top she reached out and held his hand and they walked up the hill so encoupled.

At the top of the hill, whose eastern side was a scree cliff, they stood side by side waiting for the Sun to rise.

She reached an arm around him and pulled him closer.   

she heard an exultation of skylarks rise from the heathland about them and as the birds soared upwards filling the air with their song, a charm that would summon the dawn and  shower the countryside  beneath with the bird’s’ blithe spirit she felt her heart fill with love  and sing a joyful song as  it too soared  with the larks into the heavens.

 A shaft of light from the sun, as yet still below the horizon, illumined some gossamer clouds high in the sky and in them she could see the wings of the angel of love and peace blessing this new day.

As he felt her arm enfolding him he looked down the sheer cliff and sensed a feeling as if he were looking down into a deep pit and that if he were not careful he would  fall into and be swallowed up forever.

They spent the morning together watching the moorland life and she shyly sharing with him some poetry that she had written, At midday she kissed him and, raising her skirt, offered her body to him. She felt that if she took him  inside her she could hold him there and never have to feel so alone again.

As their naked flesh met and he slowly entered her they rolled togetherbut before she could feel him climax inside her the spell was shattered. The whistling of a shepherd in the near distance calling to his dogs, and of the bleating of sheep being herded to Haworth to be fleeced.

Emily and the man quickly dressed  and although they did pass the afternoon  in each other’s company something was lost, something, it seemed,  had been stolen away.

As the sun began to set he saw, away in the distance a grey cloud rising that threatened a storm before too long that he felt would drown him. As they said farewell that evening he agreed to meet her the next morning but he knew he had to  get away from her.

He watched her from behind some rocks the next day as she went, almost skipping in her joy , to meet him, her new hero and saviour.  No birds sang to the dawn that day but the harsh cry of Carrion Crows from the trees around the graveyard greeted her has she returned to the Parsonage and her sister. 

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Feudalism versus Democracy Pt 2

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So what would my version of a ‘new’ Feudalism look like?

One of the ‘benefits’ of Feudalism was the mutual rights and responsibilities of each social strata and of the commitment to a ‘higher power’ an ‘ultimate power’-God. This belief in and commitment to the authority of the ‘Ultimate Power’ animated Feudalism. Alas there was, as in every human organised system a tendency towards corruption and entropy. some critics of Feudalism claim that as it is founded on heredity there is no real place for it in modern society where Democracy rules. (or so they claim, poor misguided fools!)

There have been a number of instances in history in which a king or leader/Chief was chosen by public acclamation and who had a role to play in Society, if he failed to fulfil that role he forfeited his position and role (sometimes his life).

The Pharoahs in Egypt were able to keep their job as long as they managed through prayer and sacrifice to ensure that the Nile flooded each year and irrigated the land. In pre-Colombian America some Mayan kings could ‘enjoy’ the high life and the adoration of the people of their community as long as they exerted control over some of the features of the geological activity in the area. No control, no kingship. No kingship, no life. The list goes on of ‘elected’ kings. The role of the Leader was to appease the gods to avert calamity or to bring about a wanted/needed event.

The people were all serving or at least aware of the force and strength of Higher/Ultimate Power; the gods.

In my ‘new feudalism’ the Ultimate Power would be ‘The Law’ and all people would live obeying the law. There could be an elected Parliament but it would be bound by the Law, an electoral system that allowed every electors views to be reflected, a parliament that aspired to cater for the needs and cares of all it’s citizens not just a select few. The Government of the day could only enact Laws that had been scrutinised and passed by the House of Commons, no ruling by diktat or committee. The Law would stipulate for how long a Parliament could sit; no snap or surprise elections called by the Government. Constituency boundaries could be altered only by the Electoral Commission and not the politicians.

Citizens would be ‘encouraged’ to take an active role in the fabric of the nation, a nation that plays an active role in the fabric of their lives.

There is a social democracy at work in this Feudalism, not necessarily communism but communialism akin to the aims of the Labour Government of 1945 where all people have their basic needs met by a welfare state and strive to serve the needs of the nation and their neighbours.

Such an idea was not dreamed up by the Socialists in 1945 but actually it’s roots are in Plato’s Republic some few years earlier.

I am not trying to write a manifesto here just to bring up an alternative to the divisive politics of nowadays and the social corrosiveness of the ‘Me Ideology that pollutes our nation/world.

Could such a system work? No not for too long before it degenerates into entropy, but that entropization is brought about by neglect and stagnation in the system but that doesn’t mean that we should not aspire to bring about a fair and equitable society nor work towards it’s inception. The watchword for a functioning democracy is ‘vigilance’.

THINK ABOUT IT

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Feudalism v. Democracy

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Plato, the ancient Greek philosopher, believed that a society should be ruled by philosophers because he reckoned that they were higher minded and less likely to be corrupted than ‘ordinary citizens. Alas such a style of government he surmised would not work in practice for it would eventually and inevitably ‘decline into democracy and then tyranny.’

For a a political or social system to work well and fairly does it necessarily have to be a democracy? Winston Churchill opined that democracy was a flawed system but its main virtue was that it was better than all the others.

Feudalism was a system, undemocratic in the extreme with very little opportunity for ‘social mobility; within it every free person had their rights and responsibilities from the lowliest yeoman to the highest King.

For Feudalism to work successfully it had to acknowledge that there is a greater and higher Truth than ‘experience’. Call that Truth ‘God’ if you wish, but even God has his responsibilities as well as his rights.

If God created the Universe out of ‘nothing’ then said Universe exists/subsists in the mind of God. For the Universe and all that is in it to continue God has to hold it in his mind all the time, if he forgets the Universe it will cease to exist. That ‘remembering’ is God’s Responsibility.

If God created the Universe out of ‘something’ then the only ‘something he could have used was of himself. The Universe is part of him for there is no ‘thing’ existing beyond the boundaries of God.

It is therefore also God’s responsibility to maintain himself in a continual state optimum equilibrium and ‘health’, for if his health lapses then the universe that he has created diminishes and fades away, it declines into existentialism, atheism, entropy. Chaos.

It is the responsibility of the Universe to award God praise and glory, not because God needs it to survive but because the Universe needs God to remain in relationship with it to survive; without that the Universe stops existing.

God cannot stop loving the Universe but the Universe (the sentient part) (us) can choose not to accept or acknowledge God’s love and he cannot force it to love him (you cannot force or demand someone to love you, that is tyranny and abuse)

Feudalism in its ideal state replicates that hierarchy, that synergy, that symbiosis if you will. Democracy does not.

Can a case be made for, not a return to the Feudalism of old but for a new Feudalism?

Think about it.   

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A Game of Hide and Seek

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Somehow a mischievous Spirit had got through the psychic defenses that my Medium friend (actually by now she was my wife) had built around our house. It was not an Elemental just a nasty little bugger. It could not get out of the house because the defences we had built kept everything in that is in as well as preventing anything outside from getting in. The entity was rattling around inside the house from room to room disrupting everything and generally making a nuisance of itself.

We had to cleanse the house, to dispel this Spirit, but how could we do that? After consultation with another Medium who specialised in Rescue Work we set about the task. Now, a Spirit cannot wander through walls and other obstacles. it gains entry through doors, windows and other portals so we resealed all the entry points of the house; doors windows etc then began to cleanse each room. We started with the bathroom (Yes, we had sealed all the plugholes in the sink and bath, we even had psychically sealed the loo) We then cleansed and ‘purified’ that room, the SpiriThinTt was forced to flee through the door into our Utility room, we then sealed the bathroom door so that it couldn’t go back in there. We systematically cleansed and sealed each room in turn, all the upstairs room, reception rooms, kitchen, hallway until all that was left was one downstairs bedroom, we sealed the door to that room so that there was no escape for the little blighter, he was trapped.

Our plan was to unseal a window then cleanse the room so that the Spirit would leave the house, outside were waiting for it Spirits/Angels who would transport it to the Spirit Plane. We started to cleanse the room but before I could unseal a window to let it out it was gone! Where could it be? In the room was a built in cupboard/wardrobe, he seemed to have gone in there but I couldn’t sense him in there!

The Friendly Spirits told us (they told my wife actually) that the Spirit was heading up the chimney and that they were waiting for its arrival and they would help it when it emerged on the roof.

We cleansed the cupboard and sealed the door and the Sprit vanished. I wonder if he shot out of the chimney like a cork out of a pop gun but it was caught by the ‘Angels’ and taken away; we never heard from it again.

A Spirit can only gain access though a portal of some sort, it cannot pass through walls but the entry point does not have to be a current one so if you see a ghost walk through a wall it is passing through where a door used to be. The built in cupboard in our bedroom was where a fireplace and chimney had been which is why our visitor was able to use it.

Think about it.

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THAT’s HER IN THE CORNER THERE.

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There is a type of ghost or spirit, call it what you will, that is attached to, almost a part of, a feature or place. The Spirit is not tied to the place having died through a traumatic Passing such as a murder or other type of violent death nor is it resisting moving on to the Spirit Plane by haunting a place; it just ‘is’

In Ancient Egypt such a ‘presence’ was called a ‘Ka’ and frequently inhabited statues and the such, it did not ‘haunt’ or wander around weeping and wailing, it just ‘was’ These Spirits still exist.

Such Spirits often remain unobserved or unnoticed, which is how they see themselves; just a part of the fabric, rather like, I suppose, a brick would see itself as part of the fabric in a wall. These Kas may be all around us we don’t know and trying to find and contact one would be very tiresome because they don’t want to be contacted…why would a brick in a wall want to talk to you?

In the 1970s I lived in a flat in Ilfracombe in North Devon, the flat was part of a Victorian house (my living room and bedroom were 2 halves of what was once a ballroom!). As I grew accustomed to living in this flat I felt that I could detect a supernatural presence in one corner of the living room. It was not haunting or intruding in any way, I am not sure that it was aware of my presence at all or if it was aware it did not give a fig for my being there. It just ‘was’

I made various attempts to let it know that I knew that it was there but with no response. The old guy I had met on Flatholm Lighthouse had been curious, worried and interested in what was happening, this Spirit was not, it was just there.

My clairsentience enabled me with a bit of effort to detect that the Spirit was an old lady from the Victorian era (inasmuch as I could sense that she had been there for a long time) but that was all I could ‘see’. Like a statue she just stood there.

I called on a Clairvoyant friend of mine to try and contact the woman for me (since I couldn’t have a dialogue with this woman because I couldn’t hear or see her how I expected her to respond to my contact I don’t know. Did I expect her to dance around the room in the shape of the word ‘hello’ so I could detect her?)

My friend, a Spiritualist Medium, was able to see the woman and could talk to her but she did not get any reply (I hadn’t spoken to the Spirit just to the corner of the room where she was)

The Ka of the lady remained in the corner for a time and did not trouble me at all, although my friend and I did refrain from any hanky-panky in that room from then on.

There came a time when with the help of a Psychic circle we were able to get some sort of conversation going with the Ka and we found a way of putting across to her that there was a welcome and restful place waiting for her on the Spirit Plane.

There was still no reply or response from the woman but she did begin to fade and eventually disappeared.