Where is Truth?

This morning a FB friend posted something in reply to a statement I had made. The gist of it was that viruses did not exist and had been disproven to exist 200-years ago, and that oil and plastic were at the basis of all illnesses. He then attached a video showing various foods being shown to be willfully full of nasty chemical additives. I watched the video. On first sight, it is disturbing. However, I am a scientist and a curious individual as well and so I started to research the claims made in the video and quickly understood that all were fake – either deliberately or as a result of a lack of understanding of food science. I found another calm and methodical video by a food scientist debunking the first in ways that, as a scientist, I understand and acknowledge as being correct. My FB friend, despite being shown the evidence to the contrary continues to believe what he believes. This made me think – what is truth?

We live in an era where making videos can make you a lot of money. Youtube allows you to post videos and at a certain point, pays you for views. Facebook and other similar platforms allow the sharing of these videos and other content – with which people are making money. There is an entire cottage industry of youtube presenters whose content is critically commenting on other youtube presenters content. Both sides make money.

Now, what gets me an audience? Truth or Lies? How as a content provider do I make more money?

Well, I think sensationalism and shock horror is the way to go generally if you want something to go viral. Tell people their food is killing them and back that up with some nice video and you got a winner. In fact, if you want things to go viral for a cause as opposed to money – the same strategy works. A few years ago, a video emerged that purported to show someones water out of their tap being lit. It was a video made by a group against the oil and gas industry and it purported to show the impact of fracing. i.e. pollution of the water supply. It was a very effective piece of propaganda going viral and it can still be seen and still provokes a shock/horror response. The problem is the video was made by attaching the hose to the gas mains in the home and not the water faucet. It was a fake. It was for effect. It worked.

So just how do we determine facts and fiction? Especially when these days the mainstream media is engaging in the promotion of fiction over fact as well? It is a game for control of your mind that is being played out and none of us are remotely qualified to determine what is true and what is not. There are areas where we are qualified by virtue of education or experience but no one knows everything. This is what these people are banking on. That you cannot really determine fact from fiction and truth from lies. It is all about manipulation and the people doing that manipulation have a purpose.

So what is truth? Truth is subjective and your ‘truth’ is shaped by who you are. In the world of magic or self-psychology, we work diligently to try to discover who we are and peel away – often painfully – layer after layer of programming and habit. We try to discover the true self – the selfless self for only then might we see the world around us as it really is. But unless you are Christ, the selfless self doesn’t exist and all we perhaps are are less imperfect selfs. But as you go through the process, I can affirm that your view of truth changes and changes a lot.

Certainly, the manipulation becomes clear. The purpose behind it does not. We enter the world of conspiracy theory no matter what you do. I mostly see humanity as an imperfect thing that constantly tries to ascribe reason to chaos. It maybe that there is no purpose per se just a heaving mass of conflicting thoughts and actions that for one reason or another sometimes coalesce to look like an overall purpose? There are purposeful groups everywhere pushing agendas but I don’t subscribe to the view that one such group has the upper hand. In fact, I doubt it very seriously.

So again, truth is subjective and it is your truth. The harder that you work towards understanding who you are, accepting personal responsibility for your own life, and taking ownership of your own problems, the more truth shifts and changes. I believe to a more truthful version of the subjective truth. The levers used to manipulate certainly become more obvious. The strings can be seen. But those pulling the strings and moving the levers? Their motives remain unknown. Opaque.

I often try to show people what I see as truth. Sometimes, I get angry that even when it is right in front of them staring them in the face, they cannot see the subjective truth. The lens that they look through life at distorts it. Currently, that lens has been magnified by social media and the chaos is even worse than usual. Not only that, but guiding principles learned over countless centuries that help humanity steer a course are being willfully destroyed. Things like family, honor, duty, personal responsibility, religion and even spirituality. Things like myth, legend and history are being deformed and canceled. Without these guides to life I fear humanity will become even more chaotic and life more dangerous, unfair and difficult.

Part of the problem with subjective truth is that it is a graduation of truth. If you look at climate, for example (a pet peeve of mine!), there is truth in the idea that humanity has an impact on climate and certainly on the environment. But to use this degree of truth to promote the falsety that CO2 is totally responsible is a lie. It is bogus. The science is demonstrable that CO2 is not the climate driver but the current agenda say it is and it says the science says it is. It is a verifiable lie. But many people believe this to be truth. It is their truth. It is not mine.

For me, truth is subjective colored by the coccoons we build around our true selves. Real truth is unknowable in the human condition but the more we strip ourselves of predispositions, the closer we can get to the truth.

Meanwhile, the battle for your mind goes on and only an attitude in which you query and challenge everything will get you through.

The Demise of Common Sense

I had hoped that my approach towards retirement would be one in which I could spend some time in the US with my sons and in Europe for the remainder of the time perhaps eventually moving to live by the sea in somewhere like Greece. Being an EU citizen and a US citizen gave me those possibilities. I had imagined the world would get better and better with increased enlightenment and education.

The days, I wonder what my retirement will actually hold – if I ever can afford to retire that is. I now see a starker totalitarian future in which common sense and the ability to think are life threatening capabilities. I can’t understand how people are willing to willingly and thoughtlessly sacrifice freedom of thought and speech. I do not see how a humanity that is scared to be offended and needs safe spaces to survive will have any kind of future at all to be honest. A society that has reached a time when people barely have to work at all to live a good life courtesy of cheap fossil fuels now seemingly wanting to go back to an era in which travel was more or less impossible except for the elite and one in which periodically, cutting down trees may offer the only way to stay warm.

If you think I’m being over the top, then I beg you to look around. The world is upside down and anything that smacks of faith or religion – or family – under attack. The police in the UK now barge into churches and stop religious services…. The soccer leagues take a knee for a marxist, anti -family organization. Corporations like Coca Cola think that proving your identity in order to vote is somehow racist – the MLB which requires an ID in order to pick up tickets also thinks that showing an ID to vote is a bad thing… the hypocrisy reeks – its a bad smell everywhere.

I keep wondering is there a place I can go where sanity prevails or where I can live my life how I want without being ostracized, canceled or persecuted? If there is – someone let me know please?

Every time I see a person walking alone in the forest wearing a mask, I want to scream – “What kind of a fool are you?” and then I realize they probably know the mask is silly, may even know it is hurting their immune system unnecessarily, but common sense is so fascist these days….

And if I see another person boasting that they got vaccinated with an experimental, emergency use only, improperly tested gene therapy against a virus that is survivable by around 99.6% of humanity when it doesn’t actually stop you getting it or spreading it, I will scream. I suppose in the coming years, I will be ostracized and persecuted for not following suit. It is already being suggested by the state that those who chose not to do this extraordinarily stupid thing to themselves should be denied the right to travel, visit pubs and so on. How long before they round us up and lock us away? I give it less than 5 years to that point and you? Well you will cheer them on as they do it… that is my prediction.

Unless…. you say STOP. Now.

Lucid Dreaming – With Sarah Janes…

Another edition of my podcast – The Magical World of G. Michael Vasey is now out. I talk with Sarah Janes about lucid dreaming and other dream-related topics…

Sarah Janes is an independent researcher with a particular interest in sleep and dream culture in the ancient world. I have written about dreams and other things for The Idler, The Bohemian, The Journal of Paranthropology and Ancient Origins. You can learn more about her and her activities at her website.


A flicker of a sun beam

Dancing on the wall

In my imagination

I am ten feet tall

Peering into the glass

Defocused vision sees

All that there should be

And though I may question

And though I may search

The answer is another question

Echoing inside my soul

I’m falling, then rising

Bobbing along the stream

Taken where I will be

Or washed up on a lonely shore

And I’ll find you there

Endless and unseen

A duality of infinity

Just like in a dream

From which I awaken

Without memories

Without me

As one

With you all

For Wen…

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo


Whiter than the swan on a lake

Whiter than the gull of the stream

Whiter than snow on the high-peak.


Like a wave of the sea from ebb to flood

Slender as the tall-birch, blowing…

Of a shape sweet as full-bodied clover, bobbing…

Of a colour fair as summer’s bright-morn, glowing…

Your presence, the dawning glory of the land.


Lovely the sun’s smile, rising…

Lovely the moon’s sheen, climbing…

 Lovely the stars gleam, shining…

 More lovely, the blush of your cheek.


 Love, Don x


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The Natural Gods

If the Goddess is the seasons

And God just day and night

Powers given human form

Unmovable might

Winter turns to Spring

Night turns to day

As Živa has her way

Swept by these ancient powers

Humans are powerless

Observers of a celestial battle

Rhythmically fought

Watchers of the Elohim

And mattering nought

The elements wane and wax

Through season and day

Perun and his axe

Making their way

In the imagination

Of His reflection

Made from clay

Those Questions

Periodically, I ask myself those questions. You know. “Why am I here? What am I?”

With recent events, I found myself questioning again. There was a time when I was younger I would have been adamant that I am an eternal being. These days, I’m unsure what eternal signifies as it demands I have an answer for the question – what is time? And I don’t. Although I have directly experienced things that suggest we do survive after death, as I get older, I actually find it more acceptable that perhaps we don’t. Which is a tad weird but, where was I during the 8 hour bowel surgery I had a few years ago? It was as if I did not exist during that time.

It’s hard to conclude that perhaps we are really nothing. Just actors strutting our time on stage to be blown out like a candle at some point in time. But thinking about what we are is even more mind boggling – like thinking about infinity. There are lots of theories these days but no real answers because no one has ever come back and told us what happens. Or, perhaps they have?

Someone I have known form many years is Anthony Peake and he has developed a lot of theories about this very topic based on a synthesis of science, medicine, psychology and more. His theory is something like that just before we actually die, time stops. We then relive our life over and over again. His theory can neatly explain deja vu, and many other phenomena. He sees us as having two components – one an eternal aspect and the other a temporal aspect that is actually living the life. He likens this to a video game in which you play a character in the game. Each time you die, your character respawns and starts again under the control of the player of the game. It’s quite a neat theory. But whether it is correct? Who knows?

After decades of esoteric work, I’m not even convinced that this isn’t a dream and my dreams reality. My dreams are complex, filled with details and I have even awakened from a dream to find I am in another…. so how do i know that the next wake up isn’t simply to another dream?

I have also pondered if we live a life at all? Perhaps now is all there really is and our past is simply a false memory placed there to give us context? And if so, are we just characters in a game – in a computer program something is running somewhere for fun? Am I in the end just a plaything? or just a simulation? A what-if experiment?

The more I think on this stuff, the more I end up down a rabbit hole. So in the end, what is, is. I had better own it and get on with it to the best of my ability. This means accepting responsibility.

In the last decade or so, we have all observed the growing idea that people are not responsible for themselves. Someone else is always to blame. These days, white males mostly it seems. I think this idea that we are victims and need to be protected is the very antithesis of our role in life, which is to engage, to live, to love and to direct our own lives as best we can. I think the victim mentality will result in the end of humanity if it is pursued to its logical conclusion. We have evolved by living – a constant brawl with events and situations that hone us, firm us and make us into well-rounded people.

If there is any point in living, it surely is to mature and evolve? The only way to do that is to engage in life and take responsibility for it…..


Today, I feel like a light went out in the world and it became a little darker, a little dimmer. Yet, for all of that, the world has benefited from the kindness, unselfishness and wisdom of that little light and much of what she wrote, did, and dreamed remains with us, to find in books and blogs, paintings and poems. In time, I will write a more fitting tribute to my best friend, Sue Vincent. Today, I cannot because every time I try, I flood with tears. Her passing was expected but it still is a shock and an enormous hole in life suddenly.

I have known her for years. In fact, to be honest I cannot really recall when and how we first met. Sue, of course, would have been able to pinpoint the exact date and reason I am sure. It revolved around an esoteric bulletin board though were we began to comment on each other’s writings and musings, visit each other’s blogs and so on. We then discovered she was also chatting there to one of my sons…..

Strangely enough, we didn’t actually physically meet until relatively recently. It was rather an email and phone relationship. This morning, I searched back amongst my gmail looking for a beginning and counted well over 3000 emails back and forth since 2013. By then we had already written a book together so I have no idea how many communications there were prior to then…. thousands more I am sure. We finally met one night in a London hotel lobby at short notice – I was there on business, she on a course. Funnily enough, my son was there too.

In recent years, we managed a few more meetings – a very special long weekend with Sue and Stuart initially and then two more Silent Eye weekends – one on her 60th birthday was very special. I had, as you do, assumed there would be many more….

Sue didn’t have the easiest of lives, but she dealt with each blow, each problem or issue resolutely and positively including the cancer that finally took her. When I needed help – emotionally, spiritually or just a giggle, all I had to do was pick up the phone and that lively, happy voice spoke words of wisdom and encouragement.

In our final communication very recently, I told her that some people claim to have met or interacted with an angel. But I actually had – her. Her response, the last thing she sent, was a single heart emoji.

I’m ringing my meditation bell tonight in the hope that, just as in the movie, every time a bell rings an angel gets its wings.

Me, Coronavirus, and the Vaccine

I agree with my fellow Hullonian…

Peter C Whitaker

At this moment in time I have no plans to have any of the three currently available vaccines for COVID-19. My reasoning is as follows.

1. All of the vaccines currently being administered were approved using Regulation 174 of the Human Medicine Regulations 2012. This enables rapid temporary regulatory approvals to address significant public health issues such as a pandemic.

2. None of the vaccines currently being administered remove the possibility of an individual either contracting or transmitting the virus. As this is true everyone is directed to abide by the same current social distancing protocols as those who have not had the vaccine.

3. I have a rare muscle condition treated by use of an orphan drug. No one in my medical situation participated in any of the trial groups. There is no evidence available to inform a decision as to whether the vaccine might prove harmful to me…

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