Euphrosene Labon

There´s a view that technology responds in kind to its owners mental state. Last month, the battery in my car had to be replaced. Today, the car failed to start again.

I was supposed to be in London today, but went to bed - and woke up - not wanting to go, despite having paid for the event at The British Library, as well as spending time chasing them for confirmation as it no longer appeared on their website.

A slight health downer was one of the reasons, plus the timing of the event (in the evening) which would mean rushing for the last train back home or, as in the past, having to make several changes, walk in the dark to find my parked car and then finally get back home. Would the event be worth all that effort? No.

But I did also feel a strong desire to be out for a while. So I thought I´d go for a drive.

Instead, here I am, waiting for the RAC, then, once the car gets re-started, my drive will be to the garage to see why the blasted battery is discharging so quickly.

While waiting, I did a quick check to see what the car´s value might be today.

Scarily pathetic. I knew it would be low, but THAT low! It was registered in 1999, but is in otherwise good condition - well apart from the battery or alternator or whatever has caused this current issue.

Should I use some of my savings and trade it in? Or let it fall to pieces and then get another?

Later: my nice garage (Littlehampton Tyres) replaced the battery, with no quibble and I drove to Chichester to charge it. Thank you to the smooth Audi-driving guy. That little bit of attention did wonders for my morale.

Just as well, as I have done no work at all today.

Euphrosene Labon Mind Body Spirit Artist Author Writer

Euphrosene´s Gallery of Contemporary Spiritual Art & Cartoons

technology, car, British Library, RAC

: Bone-chilling cold is one way to wake up early. It makes me recall the bedsit living years, with only the smell of paraffin heaters missing. But God knows why some people actually wanted it to snow again. After all the recent disruption too!

Another paradox of winter weather: wearing legwarmers to counteract freezing ankles - and getting prickly heat on the backs of my legs. Stopped wearing them - and it´s gone.

At the time of writing, necessity made me take advantage of the sun (warm enough to get rid of the snow) to get a bag of salts for the water softener. I may have overdone it though as my stomach is really sore and I am hoping I have not pulled muscles in my shoulders.

PS Sometimes I have to severely edit these posts or just put something innocuous - like now. It’s not cowardice. Probably a desire not to hurt on the one hand or perhaps not to always be so combative. Anyway, it’s my birthday tomorrow and I still have that childish notion that what you are like on your birthday, you are like for the rest of the year.

Euphrosene Labon Mind Body Spirit Artist Author Writer

Euphrosene´s Gallery of Contemporary Spiritual Art & Cartoons

legwarmers, prickly heat, water softener

Having had far too many experiences of life continuing after death, I am an unshakeable believer. What I have less time for are the army of `mediums with messages´.

I used to see so many about all sorts of standard issue topics.

God knows why I went back to see two or three of them a few times. Tarot readers and astrologers. Perhaps it was having someone listen to me and tell me nice things.

But not one ever mentioned all the MANY crap things that fundamentally changed so many aspects of my life. Not even the one exception who did show some accuracy, despite me never actually meeting her, nor did I ever know her name.

A friend, who had never been to my then flat, took a ring of mine to her. I recall believing him when he said he did not know I had a brother, let alone a recently deceased one. From this distance, however, knowing what a chatty soul I am, and given the fact he later spent time in Ford Prison, I feel less inclined to believe that.

However, D really had not been to my flat at that time, and could not have known where I had seen my brother after he died, or where I had placed his photograph. He could not have known how my darling brother could be rather aggressive. Yet he relayed the message to me a week or so later, indicating how the medium kept being interrupted and asking him to wait. And yes, the message `You are never alone when you are at home. You will find me by the cushions and by the stereo.´

As it happens, none of us needs mediums to sense a non-human sentient, especially a much loved one. Sadly though, our grief and sense of loss tend to make us denser in essence so obviously we cannot tune in to their frequencies.

But, and this is also where I differ in my views, I don´t believe the soul hangs around as a sibling or parent or friend - not unless the earthbound sentient forces them to in some way.

The wavelengths of their memories and experiences remain rippling through the metaphysical ether, to be picked up by anyone with decent extra-sensory perception. Everything that was in their minds remains there like a gigantic, infinite Google cache.

Some call this the Akashic Records. At this stage in my knowledge, I prefer to think of it as programmed wavelengths.

The soul of the loved one though has, thank God, moved on and up to other adventures and dimensions.

Meanwhile, I was up not bright, but very early to take the car for its MOT, only to discover that the appointment was two hours later. As I had already had a leisurely and rather fine breakfast at Harbour Lights that meant walking around for two hours.

Back home, shattered, I conked out on the sofa, but not before chasing Arun to empty the recycling bin. Then being rudely awoken by two separate `phone calls. Just as well neither was life or death as, even to myself, I sounded in a complete daze.

PS Car passed its MOT.

PPS I will get round to putting different images in the corner. I´ve painted and drawn enough new ones. It´s just a fag scanning and resizing.

Euphrosene Labon Mind Body Spirit Artist Author Writer

Euphrosene´s Gallery of Contemporary Spiritual Art & Cartoons

life continuing after death, Ford Prison, metaphysical ether, extra-sensory perception, Arun, recycling bin, MOT