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It's America's 250th anniversary today. This weekend too, marks a significant birthday for me, I was born July 2nd 1966,. three years after The Cuban Missile Crisis and the assassination of John F Kennedy in Dallas, Texas. I grew up in the shadow of the bomb, the Iron curtain, the Berlin wall, The Cold War. I can remember 50 years ago, the summer of 1976. We watched on our TVs, listened to the radio stations across the Atlantic, the 4th of July...

Fruits Wrap this tapestry in holy love, sweet nourishment from God above. If one desires to peel its layers, The harvest yields in constant prayer. Savor the taste of juicy fruit fed by the spirit’s deep-seed roots. Layered with inner, unquenchable joy, A peace that no critic can ever destroy. Having embraced ‌faithful patience, We wait for the fruits of true repentance. Each seed of kindness is designed to leave a divine taste. Far sweeter than...

The Frequency of Channing What an attempt to massacre their innocence Just as their confidence blossoms, like a gem in full transparency. Open your portal of abundance, breaking their illusion of what should Be your higher self moves through the blue, where only time will tell. Wealth frequencies manifest billionaire status. Align with financial Freedom welcomes the energy of wealth. Luxury and riches attract a grand mind, unlocking...

Filed by Fletcher Moody — Literary Correspondent I found the name before I found the boy. It was the summer of 1839, the week of the Fourth, and I was in Liverpool stringing waterfront news for a paper in New York that wanted arrivals, cargoes, and the occasional face worth a paragraph. I read the crew articles the way other men read the racing sheets. On the list of the St. Lawrence , down past the able seamen, among the boys and the ordinary...

Close Your Eyes Gray clouds float over the crimson and white lighthouse, while the earth, a blue marble, spins past other planets. It whisks by, bound by an invisible cosmic thread. In the way it moves, close your eyes and hear the spring breeze. Among the trees, capturing an unbroken flow. Our ecosystem weighs the fresh water running downstream, Where all connections meet. The tropical rainforest is a place with many species. Oh, what beauty...

Awaken Intuition Breathe the sacred breath of life, Attuning the vessel to the Higher Self. Focus on breathing, As those thoughts disappear. Rising like passing vapors. Observe and return to breathing. Relieve all anxieties, Of spirit, heart, and flesh. Notice the rise and fall of your chest. Manifesting the miracle within. In this moment, become calm in mind. Close your eyes, surrender those restless thoughts. Calming brain waves into ambient...

Hey everyone, Yesterday my new novel 'Family Man' received this great book review from The Herad. There are boxes of frogs that would boycott this mad novel for stealing their thunder. Family Man follows A Working Class State of Mind and Who’s Aldo? as the third book to feature Aldolfo Ali, the son of Portobello-based Indian restaurateurs, whose strategic thinking, daring and dramatic flair have carried him to the top of Edinburgh’s crime ladder...

Alan de Botton reckons that instead of asking potential partners what they do for a living, where they are from, etc, we should playfully ask; “How are you crazy?” Then proceed to tell them, “I’m crazy like this…”. I’d be there all night. However, it’s also an intriguing question to ask yourself. Are the ways in which I am crazy really that bad? Aren’t they just foibles? Creative ways of passing the hours? Of course, the juicier questions are...

I like Ruby Wax. I don’t know her, of course. I only know her projection on telly. She admits she had it good. She was the go-to person for the BBC to make quirky documentaries, which gave her the chance to meet other eccentrics. Then she hit 50. The unwritten rule was she was a woman and therefore too old. She admits she was hurt and jealous of her replacement, no, not Myriam Margolyes—that came late, like Bradley Walsh, that’s never off the...