Euphrosene Labon

Glorious sunshine. Perfect for stretching my legs. Just as well, as the car´s starter motor has packed in and the garage can´t pick it up till next week. And, to add to that little upheaval, all my Outlook settings malevolently changed overnight.

Decided to walk to Roundstone Garden Centre (aka Haskins) for coffee and a treat. That changed when a man made me jump as he crept up behind me. When he saw how shocked I was, he stopped, said `Sorry but what am I supposed to do?´ - though unsmilingly. As I did not fancy walking in his energetic trail, I turned and walked to Manor Nurseries instead.

But still MY electromagnetic frequencies were all over the place.

At the cafe counter, the bottle of apple juice suddenly rolled off the tray, smashing into thousands of tiny green pieces. The sudden, horribly wobbly feeling of not being in control thankfully wore off after a cup of coffee though, at time of typing this, I am praying nothing further goes `wrong´.

Maybe it isn´t just mine. Facebook and Twitter are doing strange things. Press `Groups´ on Facebook and it comes up with Status and, on Twitter, my tweets have increased five-fold - though not just mine, from other comments.

Later: Phew! No more technical fluctuations.

Meanwhile: Each night, the existential vibes have continued though without any gloom. Memory plays a part. Memory recall seems to increase with an increasing chronological factor. That, to me, is the main difference between the generations. Remembrance of times past.

PS There’s a metaphysical view that technological blips correspond with spiritual blips. Also that a car represents one’s spiritual journey. Figures.

Euphrosene Labon Mind Body Spirit Artist Author Writer

Euphrosene´s Gallery of Contemporary Spiritual Art & Cartoons

I must be getting old as I was quite happy being alone (apart from the hundreds of others at the RA´s Van Gogh exhibition) for my birthday yesterday. I wonder if taking Aldous Huxley´s The Perennial Philosophy had anything to do with it? It certainly kept my mind on a different level for most of the day.

Exceptions: the suited older bloke with a massive hooter, reading The Times, who sniffed noisily for a good forty minutes. I kept trying to `not hear it´. But when a younger guy came and sat next to me, polite though he was, picking up my handbag, I had to move. Said younger man had the most appalling body odour and I couldn´t handle extra pongs as well as volcanic sniffing.

Actually, I kept thinking of my odd notion of birthday scenes replaying - and was resigned to more of the same, albeit for small moments in time. The next seat, two carriages ahead, was much nicer, with far more pleasing company. A lesson there? Trust your decisions. And don´t wait so long.

Oddly for me, or perhaps again because of the reading material, I barely spoke to anyone. Normally, various strangers chat to me or I to them, though I didn´t keep totally schtum. The photo of Cherie Blair in the Russian restaurant provoked a comment - to move. Didn´t fancy eating with her Cruella face looking at me. Except the same photo was in every booth!

Lots of lovely Facebook wishes as well as emails, including from people I haven´t heard from in ages. All very thoughtful and much appreciated. Twitter messages too, earlier and also hugely valued.

On the other hand, some, who in the past I would have expected to hear from, seem to consistently avoid sending good wishes, even when I have naughtily hinted. Yet, if memory serves me right, one in particular, invariably mentions theirs - which comes after mine. Not exactly sauce for the goose? But then, as time goes by, I understand people less and less.

Sleep came quickly after a slight fright with my left hand (the one with the broken fingers). As my hand rested on the pillow, I could feel an electrical current just above the wrist, and under the relevant fingers. It´s still happening today although it´s not painful, doesn´t twitch or surge. When I touch the back of my hand, I can feel the electrical impulse, like the after effects of being scratched with barbed wire.

Back to Huxley. He mentioned the similarity of status of those who experience real divine interchange: being `poor in spirit´. I found that hard to accept and this morning had a surf to see what others felt. Seems to be the same as me - submission and humility and non-attachment to materiality. Sounds about right in relation to my own experience.

On a more human note, I have been trying not to be bothered by (hopefully!) joking comments about my age - and H will love this - about Nefertari.

One followed through on a previous post of a mummified, rather decrepit Nefertari with a happy birthday on a landmark 33,000 years. So far, so okay.

Then I got a tweet that the `new age suits you!´ …adding `Love the wickedness of that idea. But will not be mean´.

Except I am now wondering if I do look old and decrepit, despite my wonderful niece telling me I looked lovely.

This photo was taken last night.

Euphrosene Labon Mind Body Spirit Artist Author Writer

Euphrosene´s Gallery of Contemporary Spiritual Art & Cartoons

Cards and merchandise here

The Perennial Philosophy, birthday, Cherie Blair, Russian restaurant, Nefertari

7 Keith Park Road, RAF Uxbridge. Funny how some addresses remain imprinted in the brain. Good for him - that the Battle of Britain pilot will now have six months on a plinth in Trafalgar Square.

Sunny weather and sunny attitude suddenly, but fleetingly, become veiled in sadness quite often these days. And there are still those moments of past life memories, plus the even less appetising thought of never actually achieving anything worthwhile in life. Of course there is still time. I hope.

Meanwhile: a lot of people seem to muddle the precepts of spiritual metaphysics with Christian ideals of love-thy-neighbour, don´t bear false witness, forgive and so forth.

While the basis is the same (in my spiritual universe), the only really hard and fast rule is cause and effect. Somewhere, at some point in time and space, there will be a balancing of the books.

That does not mean, however, that a physically or mentally less-abled person is being punished for some previous transgression. It might be a spiritual choice to evolve through such challenges.

However, in its basest form, spiritual metaphysics does not actually tell us to show compassion, to love one another and so on. Apart from cause and effect, the primary precept would be to take personal responsibility while still being mindful of the effect on the whole.

There is a marvellous symmetry to it all in that, yes, it is God that is the ultimate judge. But, and this is the big `but´, God is actually the spark within each and every sentient life form, past, present and to come. That´s not only a heck of a lot of God, it also is potentially a lot of mixed messages.

Which brings me to recurring experiences - of God - and other mystical stuff. They are momentary, internal sensory perceptions, the imperceptible reactions of others, little things like that which would have scientists reaching for Randi.

Even worse for believers like me, is how cyclical it can sometimes feel.

PS Finished Christmas card

Euphrosene Labon Mind Body Spirit Artist Author Writer

Euphrosene´s Gallery of Contemporary Spiritual Art & Cartoons

Keith Park, RAF Uxbridge