This is my contribution to the Huffington Post UK’s month-long Building Modern Men series, reproduced with one addition at the end. Niall was born in 1976, the year George Lucas started filming Star Wars and my darling Rocky was released. I came five years after him, the first girl child. There had been two boys… Read More Stay connected: In memory of my brother Niall
Meet Justin: Artist, punk rocker, ex-psychiatric patient, brother, son. I know Justin through my job as a Housing First Worker at St Mungo’s, a homeless charity. (Housing First is quite a cool initiative, if you’re interested in the evolving methods of helping people entrenched in homeless services because of the complexity of their needs.) He… Read More Pain is real, suffering is a choice: Cheers to hope
Zhilaohu is an ancient Chinese phrase translating as ‘paper tiger’, which refers to something that appears threatening but is ineffectual and unable to withstand challenge. Like the head-wreckage executed by the human mind and nervous system: quite scary but ultimately dickless. I’ve read about it in a book called DARE: The new way to end… Read More You grow from the inside
When I committed to going at least once to ‘Dynamic Meditation‘ as a gesture of support towards a friend fundraising for a good cause, all I knew was that it was something to do with movement and an alternative to the sitting meditation that I, like so many, find challenging to the point of avoidance.… Read More Slaying my monkey mind
Feeling mildly calmer, with the phrase ‘one day at a time’ pulsing gently in my consciousness as if from somewhere simultaneously within and without. I grasp at some semblance of realisation that the terror I feel is the most logical thing in this chaotic world: anything awful can happen at any moment and feeling secure… Read More It’s only a passing thing, this shadow
Despair is the necessary prerequisite for the next degree of consciousness. That’s absolutely a prerequisite Ram Dass It’s getting on for 6am and I’m still just lying here, awake. Dark thoughts swirl around the periphery of my chemical-tinged, completely wired consciousness that I’m not sure is even dented by the muscle relaxants, the beta-blockers, the… Read More Hello darkness, my old friend
What if we are these human receptacles housing souls that are on possibly infinite stages of evolution and life is basically a Super Mario game, a series of tests to reach the next level? Consciousness is one entity experiencing itself subjectively, a wise person named Bill Hicks once said. What if this time around you’re… Read More What if?