Some Thoughts and Memories

The Orchard was my home at Stoke Poges which is near Slough, England. I gave two references to it in an article entitled Realization of the Psychic. I have taken the relevant (cached) excerpts in connection with it. ".............Many people have experienced synchronicity, or meaningful coincidences. I have two interesting examples though I have had many others of a less "extraordinary" nature. Odd as it may seem they were both connected with where I was living(1977-1990)which was Stoke Poges, a very posh area just outside Slough. In around 1989 I was making enquiries about possibly interviewing Ma Yogashakti, a female guru for Yoga, and Health magazine (which was later published with photographic material). My contact was with someone who worked at the School of Oriental, and African Studies at the University of London. She supplied me with much useful information, and asked me where I lived. I said Stoke Poges, and she claimed she used to live in...

From  around 1977 to 1990 I used to live with mater, and pater at the "mansion" called the Orchard, in Park Road, Stoke Poges. Not far from where I lived there was the Monument to Thomas Gray's Elegy, a poem of some renown. Here, I reproduce it for readers. The following source is Wikipedia ".............The poem begins in a churchyard with a narrator who is describing his surroundings in vivid detail. The narrator emphasises both aural and visual sensations as he examines the area in relation to himself: The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimm'ring landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds; Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tow'r The moping owl does to the moon complain Of s...

As I write this post the year 2014 is coming to an end. It marked the start one of the most wretched, and horrible wars of human history. Ofcourse, I am referring here to the Great War of 1914 to 1918. No words really can do it justice. It was beyond belief with the horrors of the trenches, the barbed wire, hand grenade attacks, and the shooting down, and bayonetting of human beings in so-called no-mans land.....My late grandfather on mater's side would never talk about his experiences in the War. Yet, he did mention the River Somme turning to the colour of blood....and even said that a good German was a dead one! Nearly opposite me across the road from my flat in Chalvey, Slough there is St. Peter's Church. It has a monument to the brave, and heroic men  who gave their lives in World War I. They will never be forgotten for the ultimate sacrifice they gave to their country. It is good that World War I, and other such conflicts are remembered. Chalvey St Peter ...

The following are a series of posts which deal simply with my thoughts, and memories. They may provide some interest, and perhaps, even insight. However, this is a rather selective, and personal blog unlike my other ones. . As an individual, I tend to come across as an educated person with a "posh cultured accent." However, I am approachable, and have a very wide range of interests. Many have regarded me as being "very interesting.."  I am always carrying a shoulder bag where I keep certain items. In Slough where I have been living for years I am also very well-known as the Whistler....cheering up the place now and again with my usually "loud" musical whistling especially in the High Street. My forte is early music, and improvisation creating new quality musical compositions out of thin air...........  In the following blog I have changed names of some of the people "herein." Moreover I have even excluded any "detailed" descripti...