On With The Book

My friend D. came over this afternoon as I was having a slight problem with the computer. Nothing serious, and he soon sorted it out. I’m not very good on the technical side of computers (although I’m certainly getting the hang of doing my blog!) But then, I only mainly use mine for my writing. In fact, that side of it is almost a blessing thinking back to the days of old electric typewriters and their limitations.

When he’d gone a little later, there was a telephone call from an elderly gentleman who invited me over to his home to discuss an upsetting letter he’d received. He said that the letter contained apparent email quotes by a ‘lovely lady’ (about himself) and he couldn’t really believe that these were genuine as he’d previously met her. So I’m going over to see him.

Another warm day, today. Good! I really love the heat. Its only the cold – rather ice and snow – that really affects me. Can’t walk so easily in those conditions. Still, winter and the cold is still some way off. So just making the best of the summer.

Later, made the usual replies to things, then returned to my new book. I’ve been working on this for the best part of a year now, and I hope it will really ‘blow the lid off’ when it comes to (as it has done) bringing things ‘up to present’.

Quite enjoying it really, as much of the documentation is already to hand. Don’t have to wait days or weeks for research material from libraries, when I have it all first hand in the form of letters, photographs and a mass of other material copied from the Net. Speaking as an author, that certainly makes things considerably easier! Well, having said that, its not THAT easy! Can you image having to sift through hundreds upon hundreds of copied Internet documentation; and that’s not to mention private letters and other correspondence relating to the subject?

But its slightly easier tonight and Gareth changed his usual Friday evening. More wine for me!






Sorry Folks, Technical Error!

Sorry everyone! A technical hitch.

No. I mustn’t make excuses but take the blame in full.

When I was editing a post earlier (one of my own), I accidentally pressed some wrong button which made the last three posts “closed for comments”. They are not at all, of course, and this was completely my fault. So post away if you want.

Well, I guess you learn from Life through experience, and this is no exception!


Just Me

A friend telephoned me last night and mentioned in passing that he’d been following my postings here.  He apparently liked them and told me to ‘keep going’ and he explained that there were many other people besides himself who would be interested in the ‘real David Farrant’ as opposed to the subjects of my books about ‘ghosts’ and the paranormal. (Actually, I like to think that in my books and other writings, I give equal important to the subjects of Life and mysticism – but I think this is what he also meant).

Well, I’m not too sure about that! When people say they would usually like to know about the ‘real me’, this usually means that they want me to explain things in the public domain. In other words, make statements or answer questions about things that have been SAID about me, which is, of course, an entirely different thing.

No. I am afraid this blog, my blog, is not what this is all about.

Quite frankly, I do not care one iota about peoples’ feelings on the paranormal or my part in many paranormal investigations; some people will think what they want anyway without needing any help from myself here. Neither do I really need to make people aware of myself as a person (as he put it); I really don’t care. And there is no need.

All I am doing, is ‘scribbling down’ a few of my thoughts about Life here, and I have done so by basing these on personal everyday experiences; otherwise what I say would mean little, almost nothing.

Nobody is forced to read it, or reply. Indeed, often there is nothing to reply to – but that’s just the way I wanted it! I don’t mean that anyone should be excluded from sharing my thoughts and observations; only that I did not intend this to offer a platform for some trying to draw me into ‘other subjects’.

To those, I can only say, this is really a ‘non-starter’. You won’t find any ‘News of the World’ revelations here, only plain old me in the real world!

Which is really what this is all about.


Should I? Or Shouldn’t I?

Over-slept a little today, but still managed to get up by midday just in time to pick my mail from the post office collection centre which closed at 12. 30. (That’s not as bad as it sounds, because I didn’t get to bed before 5 a.m.). Nothing too special in the mail. Just the usual book orders and some reduced tickets for a “Circus of Horrors” event for the benefit of Society members. To be honest, I just threw these away The glossy flyers were enough to put you off. I mean, who’s really interested in watching humans putting needles through themselves or enduring other unusual contortions? I suppose some people must be, or they wouldn’t spend money on all the advertising.

One letter from Australia from my ‘ex’ which had taken over 2 weeks to arrive, but that was just about personal things which I wouldn’t share here. But she seems fairly happy over there, and has her own house now. Wish I could be there in a funny sort of way (I have had an ‘invite’) if nothing else for the climate. And I also wish sometimes, I could just get away from all the commitments in London.

Arriving home, I found that the other delivery had since arrived. Another interesting letter amongst them; from a lady I had lost contact with for some time. She said she had seen my name on the Internet and had been prompted into writing. It had a new telephone number on it, so I might just phone her later. I just don’t know. Really there are other official telephone calls which should be dealt with first, so domestic one’s should really come later. But I do prefer to use the phone if possible; its so much easier than writing emails.

Another letter was to the ‘legal occupier’. It was from the Council, and do you believe it?, they were still going on about the blessed fence! I just couldn’t believe how trivial some people could be. Its not even as if it had ‘collapsed’ and people couldn’t walk down the pavement! I threw that on the floor roughly opened, and left it there, just in case that little official came back again.

I had just snatched some tea, when the phone went. Nothing really important, just some query call from a bookshop in Kent enquiring about the availability of a book ‘Yes’, it was still available they were told; it would be sent with an invoice and they could pay afterwards. What had confused them was the unavailability of the previous edition, and they had not received notification of the later revised edition.

I was not really worried because all the books sell regularly, but now and again I have to deal with orders myself. Its just a little more work, but I knew I couldn’t really complain about that.

Had a free couple of hours, so I decided to clean up the kitchen a bit. Somehow, I wish I’d never started as one untidy patch led to another.

My thoughts returned to the possibility of employing a girl (yes. it would have to be a female!) a few hours a week to help keep the place clean – or ‘cleanish’. Strictly business, of course. And just relieve me of such mundane tasks.

Suppose I could always get married again. But the latter option seemed a lot cheaper!




Lets Talk About Living

I must confess I’m very surprised at the amount of people reading this blog; especially as I’m not really saying anything – at least, which I really considered to be of any great importance. My emails have significantly increased and I’ve met a lot of new people. Unfortunately, I cannot cater for some of the suggestions; a main one that I bring paranormal BPOS investigations to the fore; discuss particular cases and yes, you’ve guessed it, the ‘Highgate Vampire’! But no. I am sorry everyone, I am not prepared to do that. I have a Forum board for that purpose and don’t really want those discussion to ‘overlap’ here.

This blog IS a forum, admittedly, but only a ‘forum’ in that I am using it to express my thoughts and feelings; and quite honestly. I really have no idea what I’m going to say from one minute to the next! I really don’t know what I’m going to say tomorrow just as I had no idea what I was going to write today. All I can say in relation to this post was that the emails prompted it, but that’s all.

But in regard to these, I really wish some of you people would get involved here. Put up some comments or ask questions . . . But remember, when it comes to the silly Highgate ‘vampire’ (‘silly’ in the sense of the fictional one that was invented!) or recent personal relationships, The Governor is WATCHING YOU!!! Don’t worry, I am not ‘suppressing’ the Highgate ‘vampire’, and I am fully aware that I am one of the few people qualified to talk about it! I am just saying that I would prefer not to clutter this blog up with all the nonsense about ‘vampires’ that surrounds the official case For people really interested in this, you can go to my forum board. Or just type in David Farrant + The Highgate Vampire on Google or any other major search engine and you can get all the information you want! But not here please.

For God’s sake! There are plenty more other issues, so lets ‘bury’ the Highgate ‘vampire’ here (and all its associations) where it really belongs . . . in the pages of history! That does not mean that I do not want genuine discussion here. I do. And I will get around to answering all the emails. Lets discuss Life if you want to. That covers most other things1

Sorry to sound a little ‘stern’ today everyone, but I just don’t want ‘vampires’ to spill over onto these pages. Its not asking a lot!

David Farrant


Take a Break

I decided to go out for a while at lunchtime. I needed a couple of things from town and I thought I could relax a little in the Woods. It was a beautiful day today, the only thing that spoiled it was, it’s a Bank Holiday  In the Woods there were a lot of people about, but not if you know where to go.

Sitting on a secluded bench, there was a ‘cool heat’ and a smell of almost unworldly freshness, and the noise of dirty traffic and chattering people seemed an eternity away.

Its strange how the mind is so often distracted – trapped – by material things. Sometimes only quiet solitude can help awareness of this, and provide a temporary escape from the monotonous droning.

It was almost blissful just sitting there aware that all material commitments had temporary faded into oblivion. I was still aware of them, of course, but they had certainly lost their immediate potency.

At one stage I idly wondered what the time was. I never wear a watch – although I have one – and very rarely have any precise sense of time. Now, I realised it was sometime between 1.o’clock and 3. but that was mainly because I’d noticed the Church clock on my way to the Woods. I knew it wasn’t as late as 3 – you could tell that by the sun – so I guessed it was somewhere around 2 o’clock.. I knew it didn’t matter anyway, I could just go home when I wanted.

When I eventually left the woods, it was after 3, and a woman approached me.

“Can you spare a cigarette”, she asked almost pleadingly. She had obviously seen me smoking, so I gave her one from the packet.

“Do you want a light”, I asked, noticing she was just holding the cigarette limply in a fallen hand. She didn’t answer but silently nodded her head. I lit the cigarette.

“God bless you”, she mumbled quietly, then she just walked away quietly.

I had never seen her before but I guessed she was from the mental hospital just around the corner.

For some reason I am always being approached by some patients, even when I’m not smoking!

Maybe its just the way I look, I don’t know. But its not because they recognise me in any way which is why some other people approach me. Those people I do mind (unless they happen to be friends), but never the hospital patients.

It was quieter than normal back indoors, but that was still due to the Holiday.


Sad Memory

I was thinking about something earlier prompted by something I had saved on my computer last year. I came across it by virtual accident looking for something else (which I still haven’t found!), and it bought back a rather sad memory. It was some memoirs that a friend (yes, all right, it was another girl!) was dictating whereby she intended to put all her experiences in Wicca, Paganism and spiritualism, including her experiences with other people (and myself) into a book.

I wasn’t too happy, as she’d included the dreaded words ‘Highgate Vampire’  in the title, and I thought this might distract from what she was trying to say. Still, I hadn’t said anything as I thought I could get her to change it later. In fact, this was really how I found it. Not looking for that, but for something else I’d written about the Highgate ‘vampire’ case.

I‘m not going to repeat any of the passages here, or even summarise their content. That wouldn’t be right as these involved her personal involvements and feelings. But I was struck by the sincerity of these thoughts and the dedicated manner in which she’d set out her project.

It was only afterwards that I was directed to some other posts on the Internet by the same person; about myself, and about the same book. It is still there for all to see, but this time her posts are brimming with almost undisguised bitterness and malice; and I am named in full, as if she is almost ‘proud’ of the anger. I am just going to leave it  There is no need to do anything when she is outwardly contradicting her own statements by virtue of the malice shown.

Strange how human beings can be sometimes . . .


It wasn’t meant to be funny!

Well, its Sunday again but I’m not going to mention religion again – at least, not at the moment.

As some people know my friend Gareth posted here on Friday. Gareth regularly comes over on Fridays and we discuss a mutual interest in the paranormal and things esoteric. He does not have access to a computer (his own anyway) but he likes to keep up to date with my main Websites and Forum boards. I let him read my blog here and he became absorbed in it. But suddenly he burst out laughing and I had to ask him what he found so funny. I turned out to be my post about the ‘lost knickers’, and I had to tell him it wasn’t intended to be funny. In fact, it wasn’t. I was just recounting what had happened, that’s all.

But it prompted him to ask all sorts of questions about Muriel . . . How was she involved in things psychic? How had I met her and when? How old was she? What did she look like? Was she just a casual girlfriend? Or was it something more? Etc. etc.

Well, he is my friend, but I didn’t tell him much, mainly because it was all in the past, and there was no need to. Apart from this, I didn’t want the affair recorded for anymore he was writing about myself. There had to be some limits on my private life (at least, that side of it) and he was no exception.

But I did show him an old photograph I had of her back from 1989. She had just come out of the shower and, perhaps appropriately, was dressed only in her knickers!

Well, he had liked my account about that.  All I did was to confirm it!



Highgate – The Lost Days

Had a telephone call earlier from some free lance journalist who wanted me to talk about the Highgate ‘vampire’. He was a bit surprised (well, ‘disappointed’ really) when I told him I did not accept the existence of vampires in their literal sense but that there were very real psychic entities that took on ‘vampire-like characteristics. I won’t discuss the conversation anymore here as I am anxious to keep that subject off my blog; but it did set him thinking about my last sole visit to Highgate Cemetery – where a notorious ‘vampire’ was once said to lurk

It was 2001 or so, and I had cause to pass through Highgate Village on my way to The Highgate Bookshop., and I couldn’t help noticing that that it was virtually unchanged in appearance since I had frequented it many years ago. The pubs were all the same, at least, from the outside anyway (although I never went inside any) and the old Georgian buildings and shops had changed little, if not very much.

I had walked up the steep hill from where I lived – about a quarter of a mile away – and was ‘catching my breath’ in the Village itself.

The bookshop was all downhill now, so it was not so much of a task.

Finishing in there, I decided to walk back to the Village back up Swains Lane; that dreaded ‘haunted lane’ that ran alongside Highgate Cemetery and where I was first reported as seeing a ‘vampire’. All nonsense, of course. I had seen ‘something’ there outside the top gate of the cemetery back in late 1969, but this was just some unexplained apparition (the same as had apparently been reported by many local people) but it certainly was not a ‘vampire’. Certain other people might have maintained that it must have been a ‘vampire’, but I always disputed such claims saying that it was just another unexplained phenomenon or ‘ghost’.

Half way up the lane, I stopped for a cigarette on the dangerously narrow pavement. It was much steeper than I had remembered it, and the 15 foot walls on either side almost seemed to ’entrap’ you. Not that much traffic at that time in the afternoon, but in the rush-hour it was almost lethal; people used it as a ’short-cut’ to escape Highgate Hill which was behind me at the other side of Waterloo Park.

A funny memory was prompted as I stood looking down the lane.

In 1999 an American film crew making a documentary on the Highgate Vampire had used Swains Lane as a ‘location shot’. It was late afternoon and dark and they had wanted a ‘take’ of myself walking down the lane alongside the wall. The timing happened to fall right in the middle of the rush hour. The takes had to be done over and over again due to the speeding traffic, and as there was no protection in the darkened lane, I had to keep crossing over to the ‘Park side’ every time I saw car lights coming. In the end, I’d had enough, and told them they’d just have to make do with one of the ‘takes’ they’d got. It was really dangerous and there was a real chance of being accidently hit by some speeding car (and I didn’t even have an injured foot then!).

Finally, I reached the top gate. It hadn’t changed much since I did the TV filming outside it way back in March 1970, except that at some stage, they had widened the small ’walk-way’ in front of it.

It was here that I’d seen that mysterious black apparition in late December 1969, I had gone to the cemetery one night in an attempt to find some logical explanation for the reports of other local sightings, but I had certainly never expected to witness THAT! ’It’ had suddenly disappeared after several seconds but had led me to instigate the original Highgate investigation It had also led to the TV filming and the apparition being dubbed as ‘David Farrant’s ghost’ – a title it retained for some time in the local press and in other local circles.

There was no trace of it this time. And there was hardly any traffic.

Anyway, the worst of the walk was over, but there was still some way to go.

I was not often in Highgate Village so I decided to take a break in the Flask., a quaint old coaching pub where there had also been reports of a ghost I had often wondered if it had been the same one. This is always a burning question that arises during the course of psychic investigations, but these are not thoughts that I want to pursue here . . .



Lost Days?

Strange experience today; well, not so much ‘strange’ but one of those that sticks in your mind.

Walking around the clustered streets (slowly), I passed a girl who I had long since thought had left the area. Our eyes quickly met in passing; but it wasn’t a casual look, but one of silent recognition. She smiled and was gone; but then the old feelings came flooding back as if re-vitalised by the brief meeting.

She had worked in a bank in Muswell Hill a few years before, and I had continually made a point of going in there as an excuse to see her. My visits were often unnecessary (and I think she realised this) although I always had no other ‘excuse’ but to pay in money. Usually it was only five pounds, but sometimes I used to do this every day and she must have wondered why I didn’t just pay in just twenty five pounds on one day in the week all at once!

But the point is, I only visited that particular bank as an excuse to see her. She was very shy, and it took me a few weeks to find the courage to ask her name. But I was fascinated by her gentle shyness; indeed, this only added to my attraction for her. She was only young and exceptionally ‘plain‘(in the sense she didn’t decorate herself with make up), but so very beautiful. Not just physical beauty (that doesn’t really matter), but also an inward one which was the main part of the attraction.

I thought about her often over two years or so, but her memory had slowly (very slowly) died after she suddenly left the bank.

And now I had suddenly seen her again, and this started up the old thoughts. Kind of distracting in the midst of so much other turmoil. Yet in a funny sort of way, a sort of ‘invigorating distraction’.

I was thinking about this again earlier. Just what IS it that attracts one human being to another? It is a feeling that is ’there’, obviously, but what is it that actually brings this feeling into being? I have a pretty good idea on this, but I’m not going to answer my own question here.

In her case (as applied to myself) I sensed she was just as much a part of this feeling as I was.

In my case, I can only say that the feeling was not sexual (well, all right, that feeling was there but it was only secondary, very secondary), but more motivated by an ’unsought attraction’ – albeit that this developed by itself shortly afterwards.

Then all of a sudden, she was lost in the crowds. Wish I was more extrovert sometimes, as I might have made an effort to stop her. Well, there’s always tomorrow . . . Maybe.



As She Is Not Spoke

I’ve got to be careful here, as there is no way I wish to discuss personal relationships – current relationships at least. But sometimes life can be so strange; sometimes it just never lets you know what’s going to happen. Maybe I’ll say more about that later, but in the meantime I’ll just relax and see.

Interest in the old Highgate ‘vampire’ case is still very active in France, that I do know. Contacted today by somebody in France wanting old details. Don’t think its anything to do with the new book as I was told that was finished; at least the text was but they could be holding space to select photographs. But this request wasn’t for photographs, so not exactly sure what the project is; even who the person is – at least, her motivations or profession.

I’ll just wait and see about that too. Never believed in ‘forcing issues’, just wait for them to take their given course naturally.

Went to get a beer out of the fridge just now, and realised there’s hardly any food in it! Not that I’m hungry at the moment but its going to mean more walking tomorrow. I sometimes wish we didn’t have to eat at all – life would be far simpler!


Uneventful day

Its been a quiet day today, for a change, and never seemed to stop raining. That keep me in a lot. Which was maybe a good thing as I’m still having a little pain from my back, which, in turn, doesn’t help walking. But even in good weather, I tend to encourage people to come to my flat if they want to see me. It seems a lot of people do; but that doesn’t mean that I want to meet that many people. Only if its important, or if it’s a friend.

Quite surprised at the response I’m getting here; more so, because I’m not even discussing paranormal subjects here or even giving my thoughts on them. The response has been only to what I’ve written – with the exception maybe of what one person asked me about ‘witch orgies’ as reported in newspapers!

I’ll get back to the responses tomorrow (today), but in the meantime just relaxing from any material obligations.

Its strange sometimes how the ‘circles of Life’ seem to turn around. I have come to learn that every single thing has a ‘cause and effect’. What we experience is always a result of this Law; although most people just don’t seem to see this. It’s a pity, because if only people could look at their own lives (or ‘selves) sometimes a lot of the effects could be prevented from happening.

But I mustn’t get too philosophical! Its nothing to do with me personally anyway. Just a part of the Greater rule of Life.

Missed a doctor’s appoint today because I overslept. ‘Hell’. it doesn’t really matter, I didn’t want to go anyway. And at least I managed to cancel it by phone beforehand so don’t feel so bad about it!


Randi Thoughts

Well, I see they’re even all at it on the James Randi forum again, even quoting me from here!  My God! can a man have no privacy!?  I know its my blog but my private thoughts just don’t belong over there.

Still, I love them all really. bless ‘em! (even Cuddles!).

 Think I’ll stay where I am though . . . Its slightly safer here!

David (Farrant)


I had another one of those dreams last night; vivid, but tender.

They have all been recent but I can’t write about them here. Somehow it wouldn’t be right. But I know the cause of them so there is no real need for analysis.

It really started after I met my friend C here a couple of weeks back. He said the film was fine; except for one thing. The producer had said they really needed me to talk about A. I had previously refused saying that that is the one thing I could never talk about. I had said all I was prepared to in my book. He said he had told her that, but she had said it was really an essential part of the script.

I had still refused but he said maybe I could I tell him privately. He would still write it into the script for me to see but I had his word that I could change it or he would delete it all if necessary. Well, I knew I could trust C (one of the few people left that I can anymore) but it was also so difficult to talk about; indeed. I didn’t even want to remember.

It was so difficult because he didn’t just want to know about my vision of her on the Hampstead lake (well, that is in the book) but details of my relationship with her; our life together, why we never got married. And how she died all those years ago.

So I told him. But in doing so it seems to have unlocked a deep channel which released everything back to the surface. I know that this is what is causing the regular dreams. It is not really that I want any escape from them, but some, by their intensity, are so painful. She was the only person that I ever really loved.

The words with which I concluded my book, and which I wrote in that dreary prison, still come flooding back come flooding back to me . . . “Oh, how I loved that Child of Fate. But how much more were my feelings now being corrupted by pangs of hate” . . .

Its raining outside, just like it was raining in some of the dreams as well . . .



I decided to do nothing this evening, and I’m still doing nothing – apart from writing this, and one quick reply I did on my Forum board a little earlier.

I did wander into town this afternoon to get a bottle of wine but should have got two as its nearly finished! Don’t buy my cigarettes in shops anymore they are too expensive. Its not the money, its just the principle. You pay well under half the tax on them when you get them ‘duty free’.

Tomorrow I have to meet a publisher in the West End. Think I’ll leave earlier and get the bus. Don’t really like the Underground. But all taken into account, a very relaxing evening!


Monday – But Not Yet Finished!

Well, having said I’m not too impressed with Sundays, I have to admit that Monday is perhaps my favourite day of the week (if I had to make some mundane choice). I somehow like the general atmosphere of resigned acceptance that another working week is about to begin, and can almost enjoy some people taking the whole thing so seriously! I’m not a part of it all, so I suppose that’s easy to say; but my actual freedom comes mainly in not being a part of the masses and the petty time limits and obligations.

Not that I am not kept busy, I am. But my work is never restricted to any time-scales; or rather time limitations never restrict my work That really gives a sense of freedom; but it is not ‘cultivated’ rather has just come naturally. The secret probably lies in the very meaning of time, but that is one treasured secret I would not lightly give away!

I am nevertheless obligated to my work. I guess the main difference is, I pick my own time to do it in.

I am working on a couple of writing projects at the moment. I am revising two of my main books (autobiographical works titled Shadows in the Night and Dark Secrets) into one bound volume, which a large independent publisher has virtually accepted (too bad if they change their minds as the work will be published anyway!).

The other work (completely new work perhaps I should say) is to bring events in my life on the ‘esoteric field’ completely up to date. The latter is somewhat painful to write as it necessitates reconstructing old memories of things that I would much prefer not to have to think about; but then, the same problem occurred in “Dark Secrets” also. But I overcame that, so this will be the same.

What else? Well nothing really. Well into Monday now. Working all night and I’m a little tired. Its coming up to 5 am. Looks like I’m going to miss breakfast again!


Sunday Seems Forever


Don’t really like Sundays. Not because its supposed to be religious day, but because of the ‘slow monotony’ of everything. I guess its not so bad compared to a few years back when everything was closed, the streets were quieter, and it really was more like a ‘day of rest’. The church bells still rang, of course, but that was mainly for the benefit of those who thought (and still think) that God only exists inside some Church. I’ve already just previously said this (for those with the basic mentality to get the point), but there are actually people around who think that if you don’t attend one of these buildings it means that you ‘don’t believe in God’: that God doesn’t love you (but has ‘chosen’ them exclusively, of course!) or has ‘outcast’ you from the rest! It is really tragic sometimes to see this bigoted attitude. Surely the Great Creator who put us all here is available to anybody; providing, of course, people could but just open their hearts and REALLY recognise this Divine Principle of Love and gentle Compassion.

But there are really people around who think that. That if they dress up in certain religious garments (without even going to Church!) or go to a particular building (whether it be a Mosque or a Church) they – and they alone – have some exclusive right to God. Personally, I find this rather sad; especially, as is often the case, when people leave their particular Church for the day, they return to their same old human life-styles and the same prejudices which led them to believe that God only favoured exclusively, ‘them’.

There are many more people besides, of course, who think that no physical Churches are necessary to be ‘favoured by God’. The Internet is full of organizations offering certificates of ‘validity’ for people who wishing to gain the status of priests, bishops, deacons – even ‘Arch Bishops – merely on completion of some particular form. A well known one (widely advertised) is The Universal Life Church and I have actually seen forms completed by some people whereby they boast to having been ordained and ’given’ some ’religious status’. As an author, I was sent one such form (dating back to late January this year, I believe), and I am seriously think of framing it to add to my collection of ‘esoteric paraphernalia’ which really demonstrates the true mentality of such people.

It is not only religion, of course. Many ‘courses’ are available on the Internet whereby you can become fully fledged ‘witches’, ‘occultists’, Pagans and the like. No harm in it, I suppose. And not really any different from the people attending Church and then declaring that God loves only them! (Or in the case of witchcraft and Paganism you would have to add the Mother Goddess, I suppose).

Not sure what bought this on!

Maybe because its still Sunday!



Where Are You?

Although its a Sunday, I don’t really want to talk about religion here.  I have learned that it causes too many problems – and I’ve learned the hard way!

 But I had an interesting phone call from somebody earlier.  Apparently, they’d seen some statement on the Internet declaring that if you don’t go to Church; then that means that you cannot believe in God!

She asked me what I thought.

This is not really my problem, so to this extent I was fairly evasive.  But she happened to be a fairly religious person and more-or-less wanted an answer – or at least, my opinion.

All that came to mind, was an old story told to us in assembley at a bording school I attended in Sussex around the age of 12 or so.  He used to be a Commander in the 2nd. World War but had obviously long-since retired – although he had apparently kept his true Christian principles. Even at that early age, I could tell that he had been ‘in the thick’ of that bloody war; but now he had retired and was now a qualified teacher.

He told a story (maybe from Victorian times; maybe dating back older – I don’t know) and it has always remained in my mind:

It was a cold and wintery day in London, and a little urchin child sought to take refuge in some brightly-lit church.  The child was dressed in rags, hungry and cold, and only wanted to enter the brightly-lit building as a means of some sort of shelter.

“You’re not allowed in here”, said some Church usher, and he evicted the little urchin back onto the dismal street.

The child broke down in tears, wondering why God should have rejected their attempt to enter the church.

As he was crying, the child encountered a vision . . . It was an angel sent by God to comfort him in his misery.

“Why are you crying”, the Angel asked?

“They won’t let me into their Church”, the child replied.

The sent Angel replied . . . “Well, don’t cry, because God can’t get in there either”.

I guess my point was, just to confirm that God can’t really enter anywhere; unless we really open our hearts to Him.

 That’s the only way I could really explain my point .

And its still Sunday!



Old Memories?

Not quite so boring today . . . considering nothing ever seems to happen at weekends; except the whole world seems to ‘slow down’ slightly from the usual turmoil (unless you work nights, of course!).

Had to take the usual 7 minutes walk or so into the ‘town’; mainly to get some provisions and to stock up on essential things like milk. (Well, you can’t just offer guests ‘black tea’ can you?!).

I did take a slight detour to see what had happened to a nearby pub. Last time I passed it, there was scaffolding outside and it was obvious the whole place was being ‘re-modernised’. I wasn’t mistaken, it had been – or was in the process of being. Peering through one of the ‘white-washed windows’, it was apparent that the place had changed beyond familiar recognition. The old bar had gone, or was in the process of being moved.

I wondered just how many memories had gone with it? Or at least, would be when the place was fully developed.

I went home, tired but almost exhilarated. The past is sometimes something that you cannot take away; it always seems to remain with its memories.


Mundane Moments

It a good job I made no commitments to write here every day as there is just some days I just don’t really feeling like writing, and today is one of them days! Nothing has really happened of any interest and I don’t want to bore people with mundane things; such as’ what the weather was like or what I had for breakfast (speaking metaphorically here as I rarely eat breakfast, and in any event, I slept right through it!).

Suppose there was one thing from my point of view as an author (and people interested in the ongoing Highgate ‘vampire’ case).

Got personal confirmation from France yesterday about the publication on a new book there being published in October. Yes, I know what’s in it but this is an independent work so I can’t say now. Except maybe much of it is about myself, and they’re using a load of photographs both old and new. Any other people included? Yes, and that’s going to be the funny part! But I’ll mention that nearer the time; in fact, much nearer the time to avoid any ‘complications’!

But aside from that, I’ll just have to leave this as a ‘boring post’. Least its not too long!