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First Steps

I have told the story elsewhere of how I met someone in a bookshop in London who initially opened my young mind up to the reality of the spiritual world. But briefly, this person was in his early sixties and had been at one time a Benedictine monk before later exploring Buddhism and Indian spirituality with the Ramakrishna mission. A typical spiritual dilettante, you might think, who had hopped from one thing to another but never stayed anywhere long enough to go deeply into anything. But that was not the case. He was a genuine seeker who had been unable to find a spiritual home. He was, and remained until the end of his life, a Christian and a churchgoer but he could not completely reconcile any outer approach with his inner feelings, something I think that is more and more common today. Now we have the opportunity to explore many different kinds of spirituality which is surely to our advantage but I wonder if it is an unalloyed good. In the past there was usually just one approach t…

In The Beginning

In 1978 I was adrift in a world that made no sense to me. I was 22 years old with no purpose in life because life offered nothing that answered the questions I had inside me which I could barely formulate but which boiled down to a search for meaning. But there was no meaning. There was be born, go to school, get a job, get married, get a family, work and die. That was more or less it. You could supplement it with music, art, entertainment and romance or sex but none of those seemed to me to offer more than escapes from the grim reality of a meaningless existence.

I was ripe for conversion. The cynic would say that I was open to any illusion that would offer me some escapist comfort, and one cannot deny that some people do turn to religion for just this reason, but I was not of that sort. I was not seeking a faith or belief system in which I could feel at home or any kind of outer thing which is what those often are. I was searching for something which properly answered the lack of me…


The title of this blog comes from something I was told by my teachers many years ago. (See here or here for a book describing that experience). It is a phrase so simple as almost to pass unnoticed but I think it contains a key to the whole of the spiritual life. It's like a seed that can grow  into a mighty tree, if it is planted in fertile soil and correctly tended and watered.

These writings will be published in the form of a blog but I am actually hoping to make it read more like a book in that each post will roughly follow on from the last rather than being conceived entirely separately from its companions. There will still be chapters or sections but the individual parts are meant to form a unity though they can be read in isolation too.

The subject of this blog is God. You might wonder what qualifications I have for writing about this, the subjects of all subjects. Can I claim an intimate acquaintance? No. Have I ever met him? Not really. Do I actually believe in him? Absolu…