…this pandemic could give us an opportunity for a gradual gentle space to open up for needed changes to take place..
Writer and composer James Wild has been travelling about this wonderful planet for many years, exploring, greeting and revelling. He has produced an extensive range of recordings on music, meditation, relaxation and other favourite topics of discussion.
After graduating in Botany/Ecology, James went on to produce music and begin writing. He takes a keen interest in nature, music, metaphysical philosophy and Futurama.
James lives in a forest, on a ridge, near a small village, not far from a large city, in Australia, on Gaia, in our Solar System, on the Orion Arm of the Milky Way about 26,000 light years from galactic centre, in the Local Group of galaxies drifting somewhere in this extraordinary universe (apparently torus shaped or fractally holographic some say).
James says, “With my music, recordings and writing I endeavour to inspire and help people connect to Gaia and the greater good of humanity".
It was not uncommon for Stuart to do unconventional things. In fact it was an hourly occurrence, if not every 10 minutes. Hanging out with him was bathing in a sea of consciousness that was separate from our normal world…
This planet is quite extraordinary. We are all on a remarkable journey whichever way we look at it. As I write billions of us ….
I don’t have much to contribute on the whys and wherefores of the corona virus emergency. I am going to leave that to the so called experts and the conspiracy theorists to battle over….
In these bizarre times and possibly hanging out with our partners 24/7, then we may be starting to crawl up the walls. What to do? Nothing rash that’s for sure. It likely will pass….
After travelling about visiting all sorts of cultures these past 30 years I have come to the conclusion that a significant majority of people measure their spirituality through their material worth….
We are not at the point of Yeats’ blood-dimmed tide. The world is simply getting along too well for the ceremony of innocence to be drowned. This too shall pass….