When I pondered the idea of writing a blog today I immediately received the statement "The importance of shutting up". Obviously the Spirit said this ...

Head to Stratford for London 2012 and you'll find one thing that's almost as noisy as the home crowd egging on the Team GB athletes.

The longer I live and explore a spiritual life the easier it gets. When I started off my adventures I visited a dozen or so different faiths and I got down and dirty with the meditation, the praying, the mantras. I had the patter and the pose, but none of it felt right. Some of it felt convoluted or ridiculous. Most of it didn't quite fit, it was someone else's story, someone else's journey.

How many labels do you hear each day? What about the numerous labels you place upon yourself throughout the day? It seems that today's society is made up of endless classifications and identifiers, but are they helping us or are they simply restricting our soul progression?

So, if the thought of meditation has always brought to mind those images of the Lycra-clad, wheatgrass guzzling fitness junkies that we associate with such leg bending practices; throw the Zen-like guru stereotype out the window, place your derriere on your chair of choice and simply meditate away...

Upon my first few days in London I have come to realise a few different things, including but not limited to; 1) my 'luxury executive studio' is small...

Pretty much anyone who has seen a psychic at some point in their life has had a prediction which has not occurred, but why is this?