A lot of men are brought up to believe that they should be tough and strong. They find it hard
to show affection to each other. That’s sad. It’s only when they are drunk do they show a lot of
affection to each other, free of inhibitions.

A guy who is very masculine, but he’s a very tactile, loving, affectionate person
to me is a very well or more balanced man. He is in touch with both sides of himself. Just
because he is affectionate it does not make him less of a man. It makes him more of a man. It
takes a man to show love and affection.

I believe that all touch can be just affection, unless it is blatantly sexual. When you touch
sexual parts of the body, oral sex, bite the neck then that is sexual. Affection is affection: but
most are blind to that…

If a person believes they have spoken to an angel or heard the voice of God, can I question that? I just listen to what they are saying and ask if this is love or judgement? Is it fear or love or separation, and that this is their truth, but it does not mean it is for all for us or for others to follow or agree.

The thought and belief that books written by man, who is motivated by pride, greed, corruption and manipulation to write religious books that they think others should believe in and follow and that these books should not be questioned is dangerous, not far from dictarship.

We question modern writings, but if we do this to old books or writings then then is blasphemy. This is dangerous, especially they are collections of stories collected over many hundreds or thousands of years, for that reason…

pictures of dad and mum and to remember dad who passed away 2 years ago and took these lovely pictures

Coming to the age of 50 and my father dying set off a different view of the world, took my spiritual understanding to a different level.

My father’s soul departing from his body and his body being cremated made everything so final with body to see or visit.

Seeing my father’s body in his bed at home, about 10 minutes after he had died, still warm looking like he was sleeping, with my mother on a sunny day, with uncles and aunties already left was weird.

We played his favourite music as if his spirit was with us and we talked to him as well. The shock of the men coming to collect the body and put in in the leather bag and being zipped up, was like you see…