Six Weird Statements About Reality

Quantum physics – have you taken any time at all to see what quantum physicists are saying about reality? You should because it is totally bizarre. Check out these 6 statements.

If quantum mechanics hasn’t profoundly shocked you, you haven’t understood it yet.
Niels Bohr

[T]he atoms or elementary particles themselves are not real; they form a world of potentialities or possibilities rather than one of things or facts.”
Werner Heisenberg

Observations not only disturb what is to be measured, they produce it.
Pascual Jordan

When the province of physical theory was extended to encompass microscopic phenomena through the creation of quantum mechanics, the concept of consciousness came to the fore again. It was not possible to formulate the laws of quantum mechanics in a fully consistent way without reference to the consciousness.
Eugene Wigner

In the beginning there were only probabilities. The universe could only come into existence if someone observed it. It does not matter that the observers turned up several billion years later. The universe exists because we are aware of it.
Martin Rees

The doctrine that the world is made up of objects whose existence is independent of human consciousness turns out to be in conflict with quantum mechanics and with facts established by experiment.
Bernard d’Espagnat

Is reality inside or outside of you? Is it your reality or a shared reality? Can you change reality imply by seeing things differently?

It was questions like this that made me realize that Quantum Physics and the ‘Occult’ deal in the same things using different words. I explored that concept in my novel – The Last Observer officially released today. Give it a look… it may blow your mind!


The Shock and Horror Show

As I have said before, the problem with the internet is that it is very difficult to get at the truth. The internet is such a wonderful forum for posting opinion and your version of the truth that, on any single issue, one can find articles from every side – all believable until you do your critical research.

Bu who has time for that? No one does critical research. Instead, they seek confirmation of what they already believe to be truth.

Everywhere I see lazy shock and horror stories. Its today’s fad. I just read how the price of oil is no longer set by fundamentals but by the big oil companies and the big banks who manipulate futures. I read this on Huffington Post. Its a crock of course. Fundamentals still drive oil prices but yes, there are people who find ways to abuse markets and sometimes they succeed. Its not en endemic problem but boy does it grab readers who already KNEW they were being robbed blind by big banks and big oil companies…


We don’t need facts. We don’t need to understand how things actually work. We can just make a judgement and find someone, somewhere more interested in creating nonsense stories for the masses – a sort of shock and horror brigade – who will tell them they were right all along.

The masses are being used to create hysteria which in turn can be used to change reality. The world is more complex now than it ever was because of the internet and people’s simple need to be right.

How am I different?

Well, somewhere along the way I realised that there is no truth. There is no right or wrong (except from a deeply flawed personality’s perspective). There is simply a point of harmony and balance. For every viewpoint there is an opposite viewpoint and the reality probably lies somewhere inbetween. Additionally, most things are exactly what they first seem. Despite, people’s love of seeing something sinister behind events – the conspiracy people – the most likely story is the one that first emerges.

Reading the News

Whenever I return to the UK and listen to the news on TV I am always forced to conclude that newsreaders there must go to some special school of news reading. I’ve seen the news on TV in many many countries now but the UK is unique and fairly strange. I know people living there don’t notice but it is something to do with vocal inflection. The newsreaders’ vocal inflection is simply all wrong and they always go down at the end of a sentence. It drives me nuts. It makes them sound as if they were afflicted with some strange mental disease from my perspective. It sounds condescending too if I am honest. As if, these superior news readers know something I don’t. I always notice this on every visit.

As if not sounding right might be enough, is it just me that wonders where on earth they get UK newsreaders? Particularly on the breakfast shows, I think the news readers are pretty strange looking people with strange facial mannerisms. I have never observed such eyebrow movement in all my living days and if there where an eyebrow olympics, GB would have a team! The women often look like they forgot to tidy up before coming on TV too with strangely untidy hair.

In the US, news anchors are heavyweight folks with serious expressions and hollywood actor looks. In the Czech Reupublic, they are ex-models, all blonde, cleavage and horizontal kilometer wide smiles. In the UK, they look like people you wouldn’t want to bump into on a dark night. Weird.

Just sayin’

Hull – A Great Northern City

Today I realized that I hadn’t mentioned the Hull City Tigers and their return to the EPL. Well now I have. Yep, we got beat 2-0 at Chelsea in the opening game but I suspect most teams would have been swept aside by that performance. It will be an interesting ride this year but I am pumped! By the way, has anyone been to Hull recently??? I know most southerners get lost in the back woods north of Watford and that Hull is a really tough place to find but, it hasn’t half changed. Its really rather worth a visit chaps.

Of course, anytime now, some lazy sod of a journalist is going to come up with the oh so original article title “To Hull and back” in relation to soccer. Do these people really think they thought of it first? Do they realize that parts of London are significantly more hell-like than any part of Hull? No, I thought not.

The only thing I don’t much like about Hull is the accent. The accent is well….. bloody ‘orrible if you ask me. I even moved and spent 17-years in Texas hoping to lose my ‘Ull vowel sounds. It didn’t work of course. I am lumbered with it for my entire life albeit in mild form.

Hull Docks these days...

Hull Docks these days…

Obviously more affluent than it used to be?

Obviously more affluent than it used to be?

What a lot of folk don’t know is that Hull is located amongst some gorgeous scenery. The Holderness plain is so flat you would swear the flat earthers were right all along. The wolds are beautifully green and punctuated by amazing little villages and pubs while to the north you have the Vale of Pickering and then the bold North Yorks Moors. Its great and as a few wealthy soccer players have recently discovered – very livable.

The flatness of Holderness

The flatness of Holderness

The Wolds

The Wolds

The Wolds

The Wolds

And what about all those famous folk from my home town? Let’s see…. er, well there is Tom Courtenay of course and er…..Mick Ronson and Trevor Boulder of the Spiders from Mars, Roland Gift of the Fine Young Cannibals, John Alderton – my mother’s heart throb, Ian Carmichael, Roy North of Basil Brush fame, John Venn – yes he of the Venn diagram, William Wilberforce who worked so hard to abolish slavery, and the man I love to hate – John Prescott – buffoon, idiot and former Deputy Labour Party Leader. There are a few more…not so well known including three members of Sade including my former school chum, Stuart Mathewman…. and me? Oh well. Maybe one day.

Hull…… worth a visit.

Old school chum done good - Stuart Mathewman

Old school chum done good – Stuart Mathewman

The Secret Anti-Aging Formula…

There is a surreal feel about getting older. Inside, we tend to think of ourselves in a state of eternal youth. I guess for me that would be an age of say 25. From my thinking perspective, I feel no different than when I was in my mid-twenties. But then you catch a glimpse in the mirror or you see a photograph and there it is…. wrinkles, gray hair, paunch, double chin. Sad isn’t it?

How people approach aging is also interesting. For some, any visible sign of aging is to be avoided. Anti-aging and anti-wrinkle creams, plastic surgery, injections of growth hormone, whatever it takes to fool mostly themselves into believing that they do not age. Billions upon countless billions spent pursuing eternal youth. The vast majority of us though age ourselves prematurely smoking, over eating, lack of exercise and a stressful existence.

Last weekend, I had a chance to visit Scarboro on the east coast of England. Interestingly, I had been to Liverpool that week as well. In both locations I was simply amazed and a little horrified at what I saw. Prematurely aged people, often obese, walking around looking miserable. In particular the younger folk, even children, massively overweight. What sort of a life will these young folk lead if by 16 they are in such a state and at what cost to the health system?


I’m sure that diet is the biggest part of it. Growing up I ate everything and anything I could lay my hands on. Being not so wealthy, it was often sandwiches made with white bread. Talk about processed food full of sugar? I remained thin. So what is it? Is there something in the diet these days that is bloating people or is it lack of activity or both? I don’t know the answer.


What I do know is that harmony seems to be the missing thing. Balance. Society is out of balance.

In magic, we seek inner harmony and peace. We seeks to balance the inner forces. We look inward for strength and for stability. We can also use a technique or two to stay looking younger as well but I think there is something about magical practice that needs to have broader understanding. I’m not perfect at it myself – not even good. I fall out of practice all of the time but I can withdraw and meditate. I can feel the center of myself and rest at peace reducing anxiety and stress. I can magically charge water with skin restorative properties and bathe my face in it. It costs nothing but a little concentration. It’s a secret anti-aging formula that anyone can perform for free.

But the forces that be are against this. Imagine if everyone stopped spending those billions on cosmetics or indeed on cigarettes? That wouldn’t do at all now would it?

Beyond Family and Friends

Over 1700 people entered the giveaway for The Last Observer and more than 700 have added it. Wouldn’t it be nice if 10% of those actually purchased the book? The two lucky winners were sent their copies today. One in the UK and one in the USA.

Is it selling? I’m not sure. Lots of people tell me they have it or they plan to get it but the Amazon site suggests they aren’t buying it there as its not very highly ranked and few copies appear to have sold there. I guess I will see more end of next month when the publisher sends a report. It should sell. The reviews are all good to great. Its not over priced. I am just not sure how to get beyond family and friends.

I guess it needs family and friends to pass it on to their family and friends. If this happened several times, it might take off. But I don’t know if I have any influence at all on this except to ask people to be kind and recommend it to their family and friends.

The Kindle version is now available for pre-order which may help too. Take a look.

The Last Observer: A Magical Battle for Reality Critic Rating by

Nova Scotian Fieldwork

I was lucky enough to visit Nova Scotia three years running for 6-weeks at a time between 1981 and 1983 to do geological fieldwork there. Actually, I spent most of my time on Cape Breton Island in and around Sydney – a coal mining region as well as a little time in Joggins of which more later. I also managed to get to Montreal on one trip and Ottawa on another ostensibly to visit museums and examine specimens there.

The trip in 1981 will always stay in my memory. I had to hurriedly pass my driving test in the UK to go because I would need a rental car to get around. With just 3-weeks to take off, I failed. For undue hesitation I recall! The instructor might have considered my hesitation undue but the Mark 1 Ford Cortina I was driving simply didn’t go very fast and the hesitation wasn’t mine but my vehicles. Luckily, I got another test two-weeks later and passed no problem wisely renting my instructors car for the test.

The train journey to London Heathrow was exciting enough never mind my first flight in a plane. I was nervous. At Kings Cross, I jumped the underground out to LHR – it seemed to take forever and I did start worrying I would miss the flight. As the plane took off I didn’t quite know what to expect but within seconds of take off, we all lit up on our cigarettes and shortly sucked on our gin and tonics and all was well. I don’t recall the kind of plane it was but it did have a stand up bar with circular tables you could stand at and smoke and drink. How times have changed!

On landing, I was met by Professor McDuff, my supervisor and head of Applied Geology at Strathclyde University. We spent a week together looking at cliffs and beaches and hammering out fossils. I was then on my own for five-weeks..bliss. All of the work I was doing was so new it was more or less publishable and publish I did. Here is an example if anyone is interested. By the time I wrote up my thesis, I had published so much of it that no one would refuse granting me a PhD as it had already been ‘peer-reviewed’.

Cape Breton is amazingly beautiful. It has a sort of Scottish coal mining heritage mixed somewhat bizarely with north American culture. An interesting mix. Hamburgers and beer at the ceilidh! People were friendly and interested and the girls were bedazzled by the accent and the ‘look’. In those days, I dressed a lot like the Police. Spikey blond hair, tight leather or denim trousers, tight white T-shirt, ear ring in one ear. Sydney had seen nothing like it. They thought I was a pop star! I had a great time.





My visit to Joggins is also worthy of a mention as there they have the most amazing tides. Literally, the tide would come in as a standing two-foot or higher wave. For people like me who clambered about remote areas of coast line looking at rocks it meant that you really had to be vigilant or you could be in some trouble and danger.

The bus from Sydney to halifax airport took almost 6-hours meandering around and stopping everywhere. When I finally got to the airport and through check in (I don’t recall any security whatsoever come to think about it), I sat at the bar with several hours to wait. I soon got talking to another student also waiting for the flight and we got talking about all things occult and esoteric. We sat together on the plane and talked and talked all the way home. We swapped phone numbers and I duly never heard a thing from him. A year later, having taken the same bus and sitting in the same bar to our mutual amazement we saw each other again. Same routine but this time discussing what a coincidence it was….

My time in Nova Scotia created many ripples in my life. The biggest one was that I was in awe of that American culture. There was something magical about the place compared to Hull, Birmingham and Glasgow. I knew that one day, I wanted to return to north America and live there.

The Ride

The flight into Halifax was late and, as a result, I had missed the bus to Sydney on Cape Breton Island. It would be all day before there was another. As a PhD student on a tight budget, I could not afford to do anything but take the bus so what could I do? The answer was stand in the doorway of the airport periodically asking people if they were headed in that direction and if so, might they give me a ride?


I stood there for about 30 minutes before two gentlemen approached and told me they may have a ride for me. Not them but a colleague was heading to Cape Breton in a rental car and he may be inclined to give me that ride. Eventually their colleague appeared and he readily agreed to help out a young British student trying to get to Sydney. But he wasn’t going to Sydney and would drop me on reaching Cape Breton.

I walked with him to the rental and jumped in. He had picked out a sporty rental. Something a bit up market.

As we drove he explained to me that they were all members of a delegation of the Progressive Conservative party returning from their annual convention. He had party business in Cape Breton but wasn’t from there. He asked me a lot of questions about Mrs Thatcher and her policies. What I thought about them. What others thought in the UK. I don’t recall the details but he was extremely interested in British politics. He explained that the Liberals were about to be defeated in the next general election in Canada and so there was a great deal of interest in the Thatcher model within the Progressive Conservative party.

It was a good ride and interesting as I learned a good deal about Canadian history and politics. He dropped me on the highway and I started to hitchhike. I got another ride in the back of a truck and arrived in Sydney before the bus would have later that day.

Mr. Brain Mulrooney my driver, went on to be elected the MP for that part of Cape Breton and then, after a landslide win, became PM in Canada.