image: holisticshop.co.uk Greetings. I have recently been on a turbulent trip through something very traumatic. After having a pleasant rest and well-earned holiday, I decided to bite the bullet and pluck the courage to visit a psychic medium and an energy healer in the same day. My sleep pattern of late has been haywire, having late nights and missing entire mornings. I also met a lady based in Camden for a tarot reading about a year ago, unfortunately, I did not find her advice or talent very useful or coherent. On this occasion, I approached more positively and I did a little research, to find a woman called Samantha Hamilton. She featured on television some years ago, predicting future occurrences in football matters, that she is herself was entirely unrelated to. She claims to have had no interest in the subject. I wanted to share my perspective on the subject since I know a lot of people are curious/ skeptical/ afraid of such phenomena. I have desired to see a person such...

What a strange week so far! It is true, my life is in perfect chaos. There's a distant voice, somewhere from the peripheral, either telling me to give up, coaxing my higher self to forget it, its not worth it, just get pissed and say "screw you" to life... or the more likely truth, is that it is all in my tired imagination and I'm not going to succumb to it's negativity! Parts of me do not want me to succeed. It is unjust and unfair, to actively dishearten someone for characteristics they maintain, whilst they're not fulfilling their own real potential in this dimension. I would not expect any one to hold me back from what I desperately enjoy in my personal life, for them to then treat me with less dignity and set up compromises in order to attain selfish constructs of reality. A bold statement to make here is that we are, irrespective to popular belief, alone. Trapped in the subjectiveness of our own heads, it is our personal responsibility to take...

I haven't written on here for a good while, since I've been distracted with the inevitable elements of every day life. Final Major Project just about killed me off, and balancing the right mixture of social, work and recreational interests and commitments, is a craft in its own right. I can understand more clearly now, why it has become a job in itself to just, well, survive. I briefly looked at Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs, and in society's dog-eat-dog nature, constant rush for another sweet rush, and pressures appearing from every angle of our approach, the sad truth is that no matter what you do, you can't please every one and yourself. At some point, you're going to have to leave the unhealthy, old ideals of living, and exchange them for something else, because despite whatever benefit you believe this outdated system has to offer you, in the long term, it is only going to wear away at your psyche and quality of life more with time. There is no softer versio...

I know my last blog entry may have seemed like I was on drugs or not feeling well, but at the end of the day, I think I was suffering an episode of poor-mental health, and at the time, it was a genuine attempt to get my ideas across to you readers and to tickle your imaginations a bit. Although I wouldn't wish any one to be plagued by my daft ideas day in, day out; it would drive you batty! I understand that some people like to read as a form of escapism, or to learn, or for entertainment, and sometimes the things I say or write about tend to bewilder the reader and can make them laugh, or cry. (Hopefully cry with laughter because they are the best kind of tears) Perhaps it gives leeway for bragging rights, I've never considered myself the type of person to narrate my entire life story each day to a bunch of strangers, yet I think that nowadays I have delicately obtained the subtle art of not giving a shit. That is to say, I will share with you what I deem appropriate ...