My book, “Narrow Gate ~ Pathway Strait: A Spiritual Autobiography & Presentation” has been updated to stable version v.1.5. This is an extensive revision with a number of typographical errors corrected which had been pointed out by kind readers. There has also been an innumerable number of “perfections” and clarifications in the text (some in response to readers’ queries), which I have gone through with a fine toothcomb from start to finish. The book now contains 606 pages, making an additional 11 pages, and has 7000 more words than in the previous version. In total, it contains more than 224,000 words and has 727 footnotes. Version v.1.5 will now be the stable version for the foreseeable future. You can download FREE OF CHARGE from this site: https://narrowgate-pathwaystrait.com and then go to the Book Download page. Before downloading, please first delete any previous versions if you have them.
IF CHRISTMAS COMES EARLIER EACH YEAR, then so can my “Tasteless Kitschmas” Song (see the 3 images below). Do you think it will get in the “Hit Parade”? 🤣 The melody is in a “Skiffle” style, a bit like “My Old Man’s a Dustman”. 🙂 You’ll never hear me sing it; but I mean every word of it. Christmas… an obscenity on the face of humanity — like a hairy wart on a beauty-queen’s nose. What does it have to do with Christ? Nothing at all. Enjoy the song though… Click on “Read the rest of this Entry” to read it all: Read the rest of this entry »
IT IS MOST BEMUSING TO WATCH THE “PLANETARY PLAY” being acted out on the theatre of Planet Earth. It has all the qualities of a typical London West End theatre production: Drama, emotion, suspense, conflict, high comedy and, of course, lashings of farce. However, even more interesting for me to observe than this “Planetary Play” is the global audience watching it, which has been conditioned not to see it as a theatre and not to recognise that the actors are wearing masks. They take the play so seriously, as if a spell has been put on them: The spell of Mesmerisation with Current Affairs, daily served up to them by actors of a different kind on something called “The News”. One can see Read the rest of this entry »
ALMOST A MILLION HORSES WERE KILLED in World War I. HORSES! Imagine! Beautiful horses. Plus, of course, “half the seed of Europe one by one” (quoting First World War poet, Wilfred Owen). Although he read the relatively tamer “Anthem for Doomed Youth”, what Michael Palin did NOT read last night in the Festival Hall (and no doubt would not dare to do so, for fear of the outrage) was Owen’s more poignant and acerbic poem which concludes: “If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues — My friend, you would not tell with such high zest to children ardent for some desperate glory the old Lie: Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori”. Those last Latin Read the rest of this entry »
There has never been a true “cessation of hostilities”.
For those three NewSpeak words can only ever be
a gassy smokescreen made to mask the secret liability
of those for whom all peace is all ways merely just
the disingenuous space that comes between 2 wars.
In every dirty hushful place where vulture salesmen
gather to be pedlars of the means of our destruction, Read the rest of this entry »
I AM VERY PLEASED TO TELL YOU that my new book, “Narrow Gate ~ Pathway Strait: The Road I have Taken”, has just been published and is now available for download in high-resolution interactive PDF format from its dedicated website: https://narrowgate-pathwaystrait.com . There is no charge for the book, which is completely free as my love-gift to the world. It now contains 595 pages, 219,000 words, 1.3 million characters, 243 headings and 700 footnotes. On the site, you will see a number of tabs which will tell you about the book and its background, show you some readers’ comments, together with a page for downloading, including instructions. It also has a page for “Sample Pages” of the book, where you can preview the Contents pages. Plus, there is a “Contact” page where you can communicate with me directly or request to be on the Under the Radar email list. You can also contribute to the Readers’ Comments page by sending me comments of your own about the book.
This has been nine months of solid work. I hope you will think that it has been worth it! For me, it has been a wonderful experience of faith-deepening and mindblowing epiphanies.
UPDATE: The book has just been updated to version 1.04a. A couple of important updates in two places were made after I had a Eureka moment in the night! Some typographical errors were also corrected. I would strongly advise downloading this version in preference to any previous versions. This should stabilise now.
Love & Blessings from me to you,
EVEN FROM THE COSINESS OF HIS BED, Nathan could sense a crispness in the air outside. The temperature had dropped sharply overnight from Autumn to Winter. He walked to the window and looked down onto the normally verdant park below. The first frost of the season lay on the grass, on which starlings hopped about, leaving their footprints, like fifties teddy-boys beating the bounds of some new territory. Down the road, to the right, the same van was there as had been for some five days. Its colour was an orangey brown, rather like the hue of diarrhoea after eating at a dubious Indian takeaway. Two men, one in a suit, the other more casually dressed, sat in the front seats, who Nathan presumed to be agents from the Group for Citizen Realignment — euphemistically known in government public liaison circles as “Group R” — a psyop outfit jointly run by military intelligence and police, designed to straighten out dissidents with “re-education”, so they can become “more constructive members of society”, using a mixture of intimidation and wave technology. One can recognise them by the array of electronic gizmos built into the rear windowsill and a tiny antenna-like device on the roof which, appropriately, he always thought resembled a grinning goat’s skull. Read the rest of this entry »