The Way

Anger is not the way forward..

2011-08-28T11:55:00.000-07:00

I have been observing an interesting energy from some people, and that is the emotion of anger.

It started with a "friend" in Facebook always saying negative things all the time- from their children to people in the news it was just... hate, hate , hate....

A number of years ago, I had a dream. Jesus was standing at the foot of my bed and his eyes ere like a burning flame...

I bowed my head because his stare was so intense- I knew I could ask Him, God, any question- At the time I was single and not sure how to channel my sexual energy.

I felt guilty if I masturbated and was confused what to do being unmarried yet full of sexual desire.

Jesus mentioned nothing about this- He just asked me two questions.

"Have you chosen to love or have you chosen to hate?"

The next question was:

"Have you denied me?"

Two pretty deep questions...

But I only had one question which I had to ask Him.

And he answered...

Mary, Full of Grace...

2011-07-15T03:12:00.000-07:00

And the Angel Gabriel appeared before the young woman and said, "Hail Mary full of Grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou amongst woman, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Yeshua...
Thou art with child conceived by the Holy Spirit. Do not worry..."

And the Virgin did not worry. In fact, she is one of the few women in the bible to believe every word spoken by God through the Angel.

A few years ago I was staying at a monastery of the Black Hermits. A friend of mine, a Franciscan priest, Father Stephen invited me for a few months. A bit of rest and relaxation..

One of the guests there, Tim, was about to cut my hair. He had the clippers greased, a humming sound...

A tinge of anxiety rang through me... The next thing, something unexpected spoke to me.

I heard a woman's voice in my mind say, "Don't worry"

It was the voice of an angel. The sweetest voice I ever heard.

It melted my heart and soul.

I believe it was the Mother of Jesus, my Saviour..

She is a Queen, not only of the Catholics but all people.

What can we do Mary?

From Scotland,

Stuart

Tapitita..

2011-07-04T06:16:00.000-07:00

Just started working at the Coylumbridge Hotel in Aviemore.
It is such a beautiful place Aviemore. Set in the midst of the majestic Cairngorm mountians. Aviemore is the ideal location for outdoor sports, such as snowboarding and skiing during the winter; Hillwalking, climbing, and Mountain Biking during the summer.

Today is a gorgeous summers day. I have a day off and went for a lovely swim this morning. Unfortunately the sauna was not on, but soon enough.

Last night, I dreamt that I was about to buy a t-shirt and it had a picture of a Golden Heart, and there was an image of the Virgin Mary in the sky. she was looking over me, and praying and there were roses.

She looked like the Virgen of Guadalupe, but also like a Babushka Russian Doll.

Although I do not belong the Roman Catholic Church I have heard Mary's voice once telling me, "Don't worry" in the most beautiful voice.

I believe Jesus is God, and as a son who loves his mother, I know that he loves His as well.

I think the dream shows us Gods Grace, love, and protection...

Love from Scotland,

Stuart

£60 is too much..

2011-06-30T02:10:00.000-07:00

Today I am moving our of my beautiful seaside flat in the lovely, quaintly Scottish village of Findhorn. As I type these words I look outside my large living room window and see a bright blue sky and puffy white clouds. Gorgeous.

9 months ago I came to this area to see a friend. A week turned into two, a month into three, and soon I moved into my own flat.

With little more than some summer clothes from my sailing trip and a pair of sandals I now have one suit, a weight bench, and other miscellaneous manifestations. But that is not the point, or is it?

Tomorrow, July 1st, I move up to Aviemore to start my new life with a very large hotel group, doing something that I have long done, yet have just now recognized as a career, Hospitality.

Last night I had a dream that we were going to a Paolo Nutini concert. My family had booked a section for it, but I had decided to follow some friends to try to get front row seats. Sitting in the front row we soon found out that the tickets would cost £60, more than I had in the dream. The seats were also uncomfortable and soon they were all taken. I decided to wander back to my lowly seats with my family. They cost less than £20 and with that I would have change for drinks! Hurrah...

So I ran back to my family. I had super good shoes that I could stand on my tip toes, and a girl commented on how nice my shoes were. I passed a girl who was the Bride's maid at my brother's wedding (a good sign I think!)
Then when I got to the section my family had booked there was a large Marquee tent going up. As I arrived the final side blew out, like a Hot air balloon, ripely filled. My dad anounced I was here and I felt at home.
Then I realized that we had just as good as sound from the concert as the front row, plus we could dance!!!

Two analogies to a wedding were in that dream.

Tomorrow I head to Aviemore and what awaits!

Blessings from Scotland,

Stuart

Play with Pan

2011-06-07T13:59:00.000-07:00

Pan, the word itself , Universal, in Dimension and scope is purported to be the Brain Child of the Cumulolingus Cloud of souther Iraq and Afghanistan.

Tame in appeal yet thrilling to the core the things that entice..

The Rose.

2011-03-07T13:06:00.001-08:00

A word I had last night before bed.

From Scotland,

S. xx

Death March.

2011-03-04T15:17:00.001-08:00

This is the thought I had last week..

It is the first week in week and no deaths so far... Well, not that I am aware of.

Google it..

Peace

xx

Findhorn Magic

2011-02-11T02:16:00.000-08:00

Life is a Magical event. Magic is mystery, it is a miracle, it is ... walking on water.

what if when Jesus yurned water to wine, some people may have said, "Magic!"

However many usages for the word magic what is is is something out of the ordinary.
A Magician uses illusion, a Miracle worker has God.

Since living in Findhorn life has opened up in so many ways. Here are a few.

I have recorded some songs in a studio, started painting beautiful works, am making a documentary on Spiritual Healing,and every day I wake up looking forwrd to what it will bring.

To notice and be conscious that we are surrounded by living waters, living by Faith in God and His existence, tuning into the earth and what she needs and wants.

This is where I live, and this is Magic, of the God kind.

Blessings from Scotland,

Stuart

Christ Protects Everything.

2010-12-07T11:01:00.000-08:00

While walking through the forest in the North of Scotland, in an area called Forres I had was looking at a sign that marks the trail.

After a while of looking at the trail deciding where to go I saw the words, "Christ Protects Everything."

Indeed, Christ protects everything and everyone that gives him their life.

In You I trust Oh my God.

Love from Scotland,

Stuart

Findhorn-

2010-11-21T08:40:00.000-08:00

'Tis an Eclectic, perhaps electric is more fitting, group of people gathered at Findhorn, where I am living a woods walk away from, in the Village of F.....

So with further ado, I welcome you to the "Stuart show"- Tada!!!

So without further fanfare, let me say this... Life is good, so walk tall.

life is good, so don't be short

In the amount of love and tenderness you share-

Cast your bread upon the waters and after many days it will return to you.

No Baas..

2010-10-26T08:24:00.000-07:00

We have just ended our Mauritian sojourn- For the last few days I have spending my time in the sleepy suburb close to Joburg of Boksburg- Well it is not really sleepy, but it is where my best friend grew up, and I basically, with him..

Walking around the block today, of the house where we grew up, it was with bittersweet memories- Trodding through the park we used to light fireworks and have parties- it was bare and empty.. A father walked with his two daughters..

Walking back the road to Adams Street, it was empty, except for the occasional bark of a dog and the wandering gardener, making his way to a bus or taxi to go to his home...

Not much has changed- the walls are larger, scarier (barbed wire, electrical fences threatening death upon touching)... People are more often enclosed in their modern day armoured vehicles rather than using thier God given legs to walk.

This morning as I wandered over from the Guest house I am staying to here, I saw a security guard at the gate. He looked at me and I swear he was wondering why this white boy was wlaking around..

So I asked him.

"Doesn't anyone walk around any more?"

Him: "No Baas, you are the only one who walks here."

Mauritius- Isla Bonita.

2010-10-08T23:41:00.000-07:00

Wow! Oh My Lord- So much to say so much to say so much to....

We just had two weeks of a harrowing experience that has left me, I think, a better man- A sailor is a religious man by right, or rather, by necessity- It is on the open seas, highs and lows that you become either a total heathen, or one who relies on God for your every need.

My brother, dad, and I, left Cocos Keeling Islands exactly 14 days ago- We, and a few other yachts such as Cheshire Cat and Stealaway heard that there was a Tropical storm possibly turning into a cyclone due to hit the area, so as they say, we got the flock out of Dodge...

Little did we know that the Tropical low would be a constant companion for the first 9 days- during watches late at night, with little or no visibility I would be at the helm riding monster 20 foot waves, blown by near Gale force winds in excess of 45 knots- with three reefs in the main and a patch of jib we were still "hauling ass".

It was on those watches that my faith, or rather fear, of God wa renewed. I thought of all the girls I had slept with, and the failings in my life. People I have issues with or rather, have issues with me, came to mind.

It was a bonding time as well, with my brother and dad- I feel as if my love for them has grown, but also, I seem to have broadened my mind to know what it is in life I respect and love, and furthermore, what it is in life, that I do not respect..

Girlfriends came to mind, and it felt as if, that if I died at sea I would be the loneliest soul on the earth..

It is difficult to put into words, but at the end of the day, I ask myself, what have I left behind, and what legacy do I leave?

On one of my watches I realized that it is not what we have done that defines who we are, but what we will do. Yes, God is master, but we must be masters of our lives, of our choices, and of our decisions.

As a man soweth so shall he reap, so in order to get a bountiful crop, we must sow what is good and right and just.

But along the way, we met many great people. Caryan and Alan from Stealaway. Justin and Hazel from Cheshire Cat. Hazel is a musician from Scotland who is doing a crew job for now. She took my poem, Scotland show me your face, and has turned it into a song..

Life happens, people love, and hate...

It is to us to decide which path we take, and which path we fake.

I just pray that all the people in my life are blessed, even the lives of those who have given up in this poor soul..

The Wedding Day-

2010-08-12T22:31:00.000-07:00

A wedding is a joyous celebration of the union of a life partnership. When the man leaves his mother and father, in spirit, and is now joined to a new branch of another tree.
A few days ago I was at the wedding of my little brother and his new wife- I couldn't help having a sense of relief that I was still happily single and yet shed a tear for the being alone.
I also thought of a wedding in heaven- when the body of Christ is joined with the Head- If such love and devotion is possible here on earth what is not possible when we ascend to the heaven?

I have been seeing Jesus today- just the side of his face- smiling radiant tone, with a loaf of bread by his hand.

But you know, there are some serious things happening on the earth today- people are being raped, children molested, floods, earthquakes; In America I am realizing my smallness as well as the largeness of this whole experience. I am sensing the unification of the world, the Globalization perhaps, that we are all parts of a whole- Yet there is much that must be cleansed.

I am the last single child left in the family-
I have taken the day to digest it all and to breathe it all in.

My Lord, I gave you my life 8 years ago, and I hope that the path I have trod is not too far off course from the one you planned for me to walk.

All things work together for the good for those who love God and are called according to His purposes- I have no doubt in this, I just wish it would help me as well.

From Hawaii,

Stuart

August 3, 1853..

2010-07-29T05:37:00.000-07:00

So the purpose of this website is to share either dreams, visions, voices, thoughts, and feelings that I know come from a dimension outside of myself- ora rather inside of myself, but from a source that cannot be of my own making.

This morning I had a dream where I saw the date August 3, and then underneath that in the old South African Broadcasting Corporation 'logo' was the year 1853.

I have googled it and found nothing of significance at this time, but it will come clear in the future... Maybe on August 3 (next wednesday)....

God Bless, and Keep Well.

Love from Scotland,

S.

Alonso..

2010-07-26T08:44:00.000-07:00

About three weeks ago, it was three days before the Final World Cup match, Spain versus Holland, when the name, "Alonso", popped into my head.

It was just spontaneous, out of the blue, and yeah, "that voice".

I knew that Spain has two players with the name Alonso, Xabi Alonso and Alonso .... Something, but when both of them had unspectacular games I thought that it might show up later- cause my voice always shows up later.

So yesterday I was intrigued ot hear of a controversy at an F1 race in Germany. Coming down the stretch Felipe Massa of Ferrari has a good lead. His team mate Fernando Alonso was in 2nd when Massa got a word from the team engineer.

"Alonso is faster than you. Do you understand?" It came through a second time. "Alonso is the better driver. Do you understand the message?"

Extraordinarily Massa slowed down, Alonso took the lead. Alonso won, Massa came in second- he did not look happy.

So what does it all mean? I don't know. Is it ethical to throw a race so your team mate, who they say has a better shot at the season title wins?

The problem F1 has a rule that states that someone cannot take orders to throw a race, since it happened back in 2002.

Anyway, I'll let you decide.

From Scotland,

S. <3

Pp Euclides.

2010-07-24T05:46:00.000-07:00

Before awaking I had a dream that I typed the words, "Pp Euclides"...

I googled Euclides and found the following:

http://www.iep.utm.edu/euclides/

well, why don't you do your own research?

Stu

The John Martin Story.

2010-07-24T05:37:00.000-07:00

Had a vision of a book- Nicely bound, traditional style.

Embossed in Gold leaf lettering was the Title:

The John Martin Story.

I found John Martin was a famous Romantic painter from England who painted many scenes from the Old Testament, such as the Fall of Sodom and Gomorrah and The Day of Judgment.

Love from Scotland,

Stuart

My Granny-

2010-07-21T08:48:00.000-07:00

This is a story that will be published in a Magazine about an experience I had.

As a wee boy, my Scottish granny would tell me stories of Ghosts, Haunted castles, and spooky occurrences from her Highland Childhood. Enthralled by her stories I would stay up late at night, thinking of “things that go bump in the night” and having a sense of excitement rather than any apprehension.
Beyond all that, she led a good life, and inherited a gift, a second sight, that was famous amongst certain Highland seers. Fortunately for me, I was a favourite of hers and rather than tell the adults of stories form her life, she would reserve them for her “wee lamb” (me).
As the years went by, my family moved a lot and we sailed around the world, eventually settling in the Bay Area near San Francisco, California. My Granny visited occasionally but as time passed I became less conscious of the “other world” my granny used to speak of and more and more conscious of this world, and the material things I wanted.
Eventually my focus turned to sports, girls, and a business education to make it big in the big world. I had no real interest in anything beyond; just the here and now, until one morning…
It was a pretty typical Saturday morning. My girlfriend lay in bed next to me, the sun was shining, and after completing my first year at Uni I was on to fulfill my material goals. Instead of my usual sleep in, however, that September morning of 1996 I woke up with a jump- It was sort of like I was in a trance, and had a feeling of elation as if, “there were no problems in the world”, and I just knew that “everything was going to be alright.”
As my girlfriend lay next to me, I got up from the bed, as if transported by a band of angels, and walked through to kitchen, floating on air. At that moment, my mother had just hung up the phone. She was crying. Little did I know, but she had just heard the Ninewells Hospital in Dundee that my grandmother had just passed away. Before she could even tell me the news, I was hugging her, and saying, “It’s ok mom, it’s ok. Granny has no more pain, she is at peace.. She is at peace, she has no more pain.”
This message just came out of me, and for some reason I just KNEW that what I was saying was true. After a life of heart surgery, hip operations, and an unfaithful husband, I just knew that my granny was at a better place; she became my Guardian Angel.
As I hugged my mother, I started wondering how I knew she had passed before anyone had told me; furthermore, how I knew that she was happy and at peace.
I left my worldly pursuits (for a time) and embarked on a life of travels, studying the worlds religions, in hopes that I would find the answers to the afterlife- Now at 33 I have found a nice balance between this world and the next, and discovered one truth, that Love lasts forever, and that God takes his beloved home.
My Granny stills looks after us, and I see her smiling face, looking upon us, wherever she may be.

Rock Shaped Hearts -

2010-07-17T08:40:00.000-07:00

I met someone who was wokring on Mull, leading a group of students, experienceing the wild life of Mull.

She had grown up in the Findhorn foundation and under a New Age sort of tradition- we spoke about God, certain spiritual paths, and traditions and I told her about my experiences with God through Christ.

She told me that though she has more of a "unified" religious conscience there was as time when she had an experience that spoke to her of the truth of God.

She was on a beach and was having a conversation with someone in her mind- like one of those psontaneous conversations- she then realized that this was most likely God! Upon which she said to herself, or rather, God, "If this is God then let the next stone I see, be in the shape of a heart".

She literally said that the next rock that caught her eye was in the perfect shape of a heart! I love this story-

Today on the Isle of Mull, my dad is here, and we went for a wlak htorugh the park with my dad and mom- upon coming home my mom picked up a rock-

"Stuey, it is a rock made for you!"

It put a smile on my face- for one, to know that my mom doesn't know this story, and two to know that God is with me-

God is with us.

From Scotland,

Stuart

No Love is Lost.

2010-07-12T15:07:00.000-07:00

I can think of you now, and instead of fear plunged with regret, I get this sense that..

You are with God, and that God is with me,

And therefore, I lost nothing,

But my fear.

I love you ..... anne..

Grace of God be with you.

From Scotland,

Stuart

It is not what goes into a man that defiles him..

2010-07-10T08:47:00.000-07:00

This morning I was meditating on the teaching of Jesus that says, and I paraphrase here, "It is not what goes into a man that defiles him; for what goes into him he digests and it comes out. However, it is what is inside a man that is dangerous to him! For inside of the heart lurks jealousies, lusts, fornications, hatred, all kinds of evil! From these thoughts of the heart proceed the curses of the mouth"

Take a moment (not too long) and think of what goes on in the world news everyday; murders, jealousies, beatings, wars. James says that war starts a jelousy in our members; it is the lusts inside of us which seek to have power and control over a brother. It is jealousy which pitted cain versus his own brother Abel.

These micro-cosmic events have a corrolary in the macro-universe. That is why ultimate salvation for the world, the universe, lies within one man, who gave up his own life, and laid it down for his brothers.

This example of supreme love; of turning the cheek for the other is the choice we have to make- perhaps it has been made already.

For Judas was a man who sold his livelihood, his position as a follower, for a few pieces of silver. It was prophesied that such a man would do it, and Jesus said to him, that it is the man who dips his bread that will betray me; Scriptures then say that he went out to "do the deed". How did Jesus know this? he knew the man's heart- he knew what the heart would lead the man to do..

So last night i went out into town. On a weekend I will go down to the local pub and meet some friends for drinks.

You know when you have those moments when time slows down and you take in your surroundings and a truth dawns on you?

Well, that happened last night. I was looking around at the girls and the boys; looking and starting to think how we look at each other solely on outward appearance. For one woman I thought highly attractive and she reminded me of someone who I loved very much- However, it dawned on me that though she may be gorgeous on the outside, what does her heart look like? Is it dark, ugly mess? I mean if you are to engage with someone who is gorgeous but whose heart is a mess, what are you getting yourself into?

It is all a heart matter. Then I saw another girl who was a little larger, but who I thought, as an example, could be a hell of a lot easier to get along with, in the long run.

I mean, nothing happened, and I was not looking for anything, but as an observer with nothing to lose but an observation the realization of that was quite monumental.

From now on, with God's sight as mine own, may I see the heart, and judge by that matter and not of the flesh, for what does that matter; it is all temporary anyway.

Father, give me eyes to see and a heart to love and to understand. I pray for forgiveness; that I may beforgiven for my sins and debts agianst another, and that I may forgive all the hurts I have experienced through anothers jealousy and lust for power and control..

May you bless and heal us all, in jesus name. Amein.

Our Hearts

2010-07-05T17:01:00.000-07:00

Oh Mortal Man, that I am

Given a Heart, Transplanted from a Dove

That fell upon John, from Above..

Oh Mortal man, must choose,

Whether he lose His life, for this New Heart of Thine..

Fall into my Arms, and Do not Fear

I will not reject you, but hold you my dear

For I created you, the inception is mine

So fall not from Grace, but drink from the vine.

Jesus loves you, as I wish I could have done..

Love is Possible..

2010-07-01T11:56:00.000-07:00

I am sitting on a couch watching Sex in the City with my mother..

We are at the part where Carrie Bradshaw finally forgives Mr. Big for his male... insensitivities..

After watching this movie, I think I understand women a little bit better, but for the life of me, would like them to understand us more.

I also am realizing that I just want to be loved. All the searching I had when I was younger for THE TRUTH, that led me through Buddhism, Hinduism, and the New Age all led me to dead ends. I felt more alone, and less close to the truth.

But when Christ revealed Himself to me, not only did I see God, but quite simply, I saw someone who loves me..

Recently I met someone who I thought I loved. For reasons that were out of my hands I had to leave South Africa to get work and see my mother, and leave her. Because of distance it has fizzled.

I still cannot help loving this person and though it tears me apart not having her in my life anymore, I recall a dream that makes me still believe that love is possible. It is like jesus is showing me that it will happen, and that more than God can love me, but human can too.

May God bless you and give you the love that you are waiting for..

Single in Scotland,

Stuart

Oil needs re-fuelling.

2010-06-30T15:03:00.000-07:00

Well, it has been a roller coaster sort of time for me- I have now arrived at my mother's house on the Isle of Mull which I found out will be sold this year. My mother seems to have been diagnosed with a mild form of dementia- bless her..

About two months ago I left South Africa after I had a strong feeling and was having some dreams where I felt strongly that my mother needed me.
Many years ago when I did stay with my mom, I was sort of told to fly the nest and go into the world and make my way. I did, and thought that I would only come back here for brief periods of rest.

All the doors in South Africa closed in regards to business and all the doors opened to flying home; I sold my car quickly, got a good ticket, etc..
I even found a job here the first night I was in London, working on Arran at a holiday center, and thanks to that place have fit it all in and have some money in my bank now..

What I didn't plan on was meeting an amazing person and learning all the lessons that a long distance relationship has to teach.
Anyways, God has a plan, and bless all people involved.
As Jesus once asked me in a dream, "have you chosen to love or have you chosen to hate?"
Loving is the most dificult thing sometimes, especially when you feel it is not returned to you..

But anyway, so for the past few months I have been working and then all of a sudden I just knew it was time to leave my job. I knew it was time to come visit my mom. I thought it would be brief and that my time here would be quick, but the day I came, I walked through the kitchen door and knew I was in the right place.

My mom has no one to take care of her, and I love her, and thank God I am here to be with her, until we find a suitable place next to family for her to live..

It is what we are here for, and at least she is happy, and I am happy to cook and do what my duty is.

On the bus ride here I saw a vision of her car, a sedan like car vertical in the air. Usually cars are horizontal, but it was black or empty space like. Like it had hit a dead end and was literally "upended".

I didn't understand the picture until today.. I went out to get some groceries and decided to take the car instead of walk and got an idea to check the oil and water. There was no oil on the dipstick. 4 quarts later of oil and the car is fine, but if she would have driven like that for much longer and the last drop would of expired and the car would have serious problems.

That is why we must listen to our hearts and follow where God leads us; He is the Father to the kind, and unkind, the just and unjust.

In like manner we must love and choose to love.

God knows I am going through a heart process right now, but I sort of think that thorugh my trials of there will be more space for love down the line.

I don't know the reasons why someone who I thought loved me decided to lose me, but I trust in the God who made us both, and Father, I pray that you just knit all things togetther for your good, and if that lady can hear my words, I love her more than all the wool in the world.

God bless you all..

From Scotland,

God, teach me to love like you.

Stuart

xi

If a man have two wives-

2010-06-20T03:34:00.000-07:00

The following are some words that came to me this morning, "Would Moses give up on his wives?"

It was such an odd, strange question that came from "nowhere" or somewhere I guess it must have.. So just doing some research on "Moses' wives" I found some things such as this,
"If a man have two wives..." Deuteronomy 21:15a.

The passage of Deuteronomy 21:15-17 is a specific instruction in the Law Itself to any man with "two wives". If polygamy was a sin, then it would not be possible for a "man to have two wives" in the Law.

"If a man have two wives, one beloved, and another hated, and they have born him children, both the beloved and the hated; and if the firstborn son be hers that was hated: Then it shall be, when he maketh his sons to inherit that which he hath, that he may not make the son of the beloved firstborn before the son of the hated, which is indeed the firstborn: But he shall acknowledge the son of the hated for the firstborn, by giving him a double portion of all that he hath: for he is the beginning of his strength; the right of the firstborn is his." Deuteronomy 21:15-17

His first wife, as I understand, was an Ethiopian woman who fell in love with him when he led an army into the city- Upon taking the city she was betrothed to him.

After his return to Egyot and the subsequent killing of the Egyptain he was driven into the wilderness, where he met Jethro who gave him his next wife, Zipporah?

But what happened to his first wife?

God, illuminate my understanding of the scriptures.

From scotland,

Stuart

Vitiligo-

2010-06-16T09:25:00.000-07:00

I had this thought pop into my head, "Vitiligo". Will just post it now, and see what God says about it..

Vitiligo (pronounced /ˌvɪtɨˈlaɪɡoʊ/) is a chronic disorder that causes depigmentation in patches of skin. It occurs when melanocytes, the cells responsible for skin pigmentation, die or are unable to function.

Vitiligo is an autoimmune disease. Some patients have other autoimmune diseases, such as thyroid disease. Several genes have been associated with vitiligo that would encourage the immune system to attack melanocytes. Most of those genes are in the immune system, but some are in the melanocyte itself.

The incidence worldwide is <1%.[1] The most common form is non-segmental vitiligo.

Melanocytes are derived embryologically from the neural crest.

Please Sorry Xmas

2010-06-03T04:56:00.000-07:00

Last night I was having visions on my bed-

I have a strong intuition, showing from the Spirit that this Xmas will be a good one.

I often while working start singing carols, christmas songs and God shows me pictures of gifts and presents..

Last night I saw a sign- a blue sign- like it would be on a ferry boat, like a post it sign..

it said:

Please
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Xmas

PS X

Letter to a Friend-

2010-05-30T04:02:00.000-07:00

This is a letter to an ex of mine- she is still a friend and I liked it so posted it-(Parts have been edited)

- ok, God does not judge by appearance--

It was during the Obama speech and every allusion to God you said "Hallelujah"- I kept on looking at this girl and you were---- a breath of fresh air really..

Someone who was not ahamed of the cross of Jesus Christ--

So yeah I am back in the country that God wants to reclaim- heathens, pagans, Freemasonry huge here--

There is an island called Holy Isle- I told you about- go for a sea kayak there--- well, yeah it is owned by Tibetan Buddhists- they always look so miserable cause there is so much religion and jargon crap

Anyway I met a few and they were going on about the wonder of being vegetarian, buddhist etc- "In those days there will be deceiving doctrines of demons that if possible, will even lead away the elect"

So I just said bluntly- well I am a Christian! They were stunned- the mother listened, the daughter walked away..

And I talked about he greatest commandment of all- LOVE!

"Judge not lest ye be judged for with what measure ye judge in that same measure ye will be judged"

So that is the law and all the prophets-

I know a seed was sown..

You know me- I am arrogant and a fighter- I love a fight and I love being right--

so if it is me I look a fool, but when I preach and boast in Christ I am immune- neither sting nor demon nor opinion of man can separate me from my TRUE LOVER- Jesus Christ..

whew- I feel feathers all around me..

what you loved about me was HIM, what you hated was my flesh holding on for dear life- but perfect love casts out all fear..

His love will never die- You will never die, even if you do, because you believe-

He paid the price-

How amazing!

God bless you.

So that is it.

Balanced Arrows, Broken Sticks.

2010-05-15T01:35:00.000-07:00

I awoke this morning to these words; They were writen out. Each letter was capitalized, which when spelled says BABS. Babs is a golfing buddy of my mom who ran marathons.. Hmmm..

"Stcks and stones can Break my bones but words will never harm me".

It is my day off today. The skys are beautiful and the last group is about to leave. I ha a lovely dream last night about blue skys around Lion's Head.

I thought of my girlfriend in Cape Town and wanted so bad to see her today.

But I am on Arran and shall make the best out of it all.

God bless you, Jesus loves you, and with all my heart,

love from Scotland,

Stuart

I love you my baby..

Piece de resistance-

2010-05-13T14:55:00.000-07:00

I just sat down to the computer to compose an e-mail and this thuoght popped into my head- "Piece de resistance".

So I looked up the definition:
Pièce de résistance is a French term (circa 1839), translated into English literally as "piece of resistance", referring to the best part or feature of something (as in a meal), a showpiece, or highlight. It can be thought of as the portion of a creation which defies (i.e. "resists") orthodox or common conventions and practices, thereby making the whole of the creation unique and special. The phrase gives the sense that the referred-to element is the most outstanding, notable, or defining of the collection. For example:

Even with a diverse movie and television portfolio, Burnett's pièce de résistance will likely forever be The Carol Burnett Show.
Originally, the pièce de résistance was the most substantial dish in a meal, but now the term generally refers to quality, not quantity.

Father, call me home..

2010-05-10T14:34:00.000-07:00

Father, call me home..
Give me a place to call my own.

Father God you know..
The reason why I left so slow..

Bring me back to that New place ,
that place, my very own..

Father God so true..
With you every day is New..

wipe away the tears,
Give me Joy instead of fears.

Lead me to Life, to call my Home.
A Brand new place of my very own.

Let there be life and lots of friends,
And Toil in Christ's name till the very end.

Work for you is joy indeed,
So Mount up on your trusty Steed.

you know my name,
In life there is no need to blame..

Make a choice, don't look back,
God will make up for all my lack..

G night.

Which Wolve feeds you?

2010-05-09T07:31:00.000-07:00

TWO
WOLVES

One evening an old Cherokee told his
grandson about a battle that goes on inside people.
He said, "My son, the battle
is between two wolves inside us all.

"One is Evil -
It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed,
arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false
pride, superiority, and ego.

"The other is Good - It
is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness,
benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and
faith."

The grandson thought about it for a minute and then
asked his grandfather: "Which wolf wins?"

The old Cherokee
simply replied, "The one you feed."

"Introducing your next Prime Minister".

2010-05-07T08:26:00.000-07:00

A few years back I had a dream..
No, this is not the beginning of a Martin Luther King Jr. speech.
In fact, this dream may have been archived in the annals of either Mysticality or a journal somehwere.
I have hoarded journals since the age of 18 when my beloved Granny died and I had an experience that shaped me tremendously.
Basically, the morning she died, I was in California, at home, nestled in bed.
I awoke from my tranquil Northern californian dreaming and shot right out of bed.
I wandered through to the kitchen as if led by angels where my mother had just hung up the phone.
She was crying, and I hugged her.
Little did I know that she was just on the phone with the hospital in Dundee, Scotland. My Granny had died and she had just heard the news.
Although I was unaware of this, I hugged my mom and said, "It's ok mom, Granny is at peace, she has no more pain... She is at peace.."

How did I know this? This question led me to leave school and travel the world to find the answers.

From studying all the world's majour religions I had an experience, with Christ.

So anyway, the point of this blog was that a few years back I had a dream.
I was in a hall or large circular room of some sort, and I announced, "Introducing your new Prime Minister"

In through a door walked David Cameron, who if exit polls are correct, will be the next Prime Minister of Great Britain.

At the time of the dream David Cameron was a young upstart from the Conservative party who tackled the Labour party daily, when Tony Blair was Prime Minister.

In my dream, however, he looked aged, and had greying hair.

Sure enough, by tomorrow, he will be the next Prime Minister.
If he follows in the steps of his predecessors, in a few years he may just look like he did in the dream!
Sorry Dave!

This is fact, and this is my Blog.

Peace out.

"Believe Dat"- Michael Jackson.

2010-04-10T12:25:00.001-07:00

I had a dream more than a few years ago. It was written down in one of my numerous journals. In the dream Michael Jackson was doing his dance moves down a cement staircase; the type that you see skateboarders trying to go down.
He was doing his moves but they were like "break dancing" maneuvers that were also like King Fu moves.
On his one side were guys dressed in all red, like the gang the "Bloods", and on his other side were guys dressed in Blue, the Crypts.
These are two notorious LA gangs that are known for being fierce rivals. The colours that they wear were banned in certain schools so as to not identify which gang you represented.
He was just busting out moves and knocking gang members over, and said, "Believe Dat!"

It was such a weird dream and I really tried to make sense out of it.
The fact that he stuck out and seemed so different from his other "African American" counterparts. He was unique; like he was a "gang" unto himself.

But tonight, I think the puzzle pieces fall into place.

I know this may sound like a stretch, but I was watching "Ripleys Believe it or not" and they had this show on a Belgium guy that altered his experience so much to become like Michael Jackson through plastic surgery.

It was eerie and I never pieced it all together. The guy was unhappy with himself he had his jaw fixed through plastic surgery and then decided to have a few more operations to look like his idol.

His room was in Michaels' favourite colours. He had a replica hot tub like Michael, and even his clothes were custom made after Michael.

It was strange and I didn't pay much attention until the host, Dean Cain said, "Believe it!"

"And these things shall come to pass"

The Game-Last man standing-Dream

2010-04-08T13:34:00.000-07:00

So last night I slept over at a friends house. I spent the day helping her with a horse riding camp and after we got pizza, movies, and decided to sleep over in her sons bed who is away.
I usually have cool dreams at different houses and last night was no exception. In the dream I was at like a casino or some place like a high class place. It was really rich and they had a lower level that was under the sea. Like a resort in the movie we watched the night before, Couples Retreat.
There were a bunch of guys, like me, assembled to play a game. Each of the guys were randomly selected one by one and there were different games. So a name was called and a guy had to do an activity against the "host" of the show.
So like there was Basketball, surfing, and the host always won. I wanted my name to be called so I could participate int he activities, but the more people that lost the more I realized that I could be the last man standing (who would get lifted to the next level and be cheered and win one million dollars. I remember one guy got selected for the surfing competition, but it was surfing on a small kickboard. There was a technique you needed to know and the guy placed his feet off center and fell off while the host just hung on and surfed really well. He had a particular face.
So we were down to two people. The next person selected, would have a chance to be the only one to beat the host, and if not, then the remaining person would be the last man standing and win.
Awesome hey.
But I woke up and needed to pee, but it felt so real and think it is God's way of saying that a million bucks is on the way.
God bless us all.
Stu

Terror-Blanche is dead.

2010-04-04T11:27:00.000-07:00

Yesterday evening, Eugene Terreblanche, leader of the infamous AWB; a right wing Nazi Nationalist Afrikaaner movement was beaten to death on his farm. He was defending the Afrikaaners wish that South Africa remain a white dominated state. You can search for him to know what it is all about.
However, he is included in this post on Mysticality because he was in my thoughts for the last week or so. On one of my friends facebook comments I even posted something about him.
So when the news came today that he died it made me think that God knew that he would die this week.
His death will bring some things to the forefront. Like Julius Malema singing a song called "Kill the Boer"; an old "Freedom song" that the Africans sang about the Boer.

Looks like he got his wish.

From South Africa.

The Element of Surprise.

2010-03-28T10:24:00.000-07:00

The Element of Surprise.

I just came back from a nice weekend break at a resort about thirty minutes from Hartbeesport dam. A few months ago I met a young Greek lady called Sylvia. She was in Simons Town on a Yoga retreat, when I walked into a Fish and Chips shop, saw her reading a Carlos Castaneda book and struck up a conversation.
There was an instant connection and later we met for coffee and then, down the line, she invited me on an all expenses paid trip to Johannesburg and this retreat.
She is part of a group that follows an Andean tradition. People on a path to illumination through various levels. I can’t knock it because I don’t know what it is about, but the word “magic” came up a few times, and I said , “hey sister keep that magic to yourself.”
I have gone through that whole Spiel and as for me and my house, we will worship the Lord alone. A relationship with Christ is all sufficient. She didn’t see eye to eye with me, and likewise, I could not compromise.
They spoke of the Five Elements, and got energy from sitting under trees, washing with water, and fire. Basically they are looking outside of themselves, to the elements for power, and from their “master” for wisdom. He was a very nice man, and I enjoyed spending time with his son, Gabriel.
Gabriel would come into my room and we would draw and play and chill. We went swimming and he was the scary dragon, while I was the self-styled “white ninja”. Her friend Dieter would join us and we had a great time.
So all in all it was a good experience. I even witnessed and shared my testimony.
As I was packing to leave, a voice came to me and said, “The element of surprise.” And I am reading a book called, “Surprised by the voice of God.”
It was God’s gentle way of showing me, that yes, there are elements of creation, wind, water, fire; but there is no reason to worship these beauties of God’ creation, when we have THE ELEMENT of being Surprised by the voice of God!
God is so good, and for that I will enjoy my bacon sammy I am eating.

Have a Great Day!

Margaret Stuart

2010-03-24T14:40:00.000-07:00

"And the Lord says he has his hand on upon you, and even though the situation around you is trying. Don't despair, God has his hand upon you."

-Patricia King, XP Media

Home is the heart

2010-03-11T03:47:00.000-08:00

I wrote the following in a response to an article about heading back to South Africa.:

Yo, I returned to SA for a wedding a year ago, and stayed. Fell in love with a Afrikaans girl, the surf, weather, and then winter hit, the recession hit... At the age of of 30 daddy had to bail me out.
SA is amazing, but nothing is given. You have to make it, real Voortrekker style. This is a Brave New World, and there are opportunities, but only found after challenges. They are hidden like Julius Malema's soul.
Unlike the UK, where there are job centers, doctors, and dentists, on the NHS, YOU have to make it work here.
So what to do? Adapt or die.
If you are fortunate to have a job, work, here and are happy, then God bless you, but returning to a country of your dreams and memories is sometimes not all that it's cracked up to be.
After enough biltong, boerewors, and black label, monday morning arrives, and God willing, you have work to go to. That's all I can say.

Working together we can do more.

2010-02-17T02:21:00.000-08:00

A few months ago, or was it last year, or was it both? I perchanced upon two gentleman taking a stroll along Muizenberg beach front. What made them interesting was first they were interested in me, and second, they referred to each other as "Comrade".

I found this reference as a term of endearment, a true testament to brotherly love in an age where it is either over the top, or not found.
It turns out that these gentleman were former in mates at the Victor Van Stel prison; the very same one that Nelson Mandela was transfered to just before his release.

The reason they were interested in me was that I was wearing an ANC, Zuma, campaign t-shirt that says on the back, "Working together we can do more", and on the front has a large Toothey grinning photo of ANC president, Jacob Zuma.

We got talking and they told me about their struggles, their lives, and the actions they are taking to make communities safer.

In passing I told him about my plans to build a swim school for those who cannot afford to learn how to swim, and he promised that the ANC would help.

Lord, help me. I am unemployed and have no idea what to do.

Help, please

There is only one way!

2010-02-12T16:53:00.000-08:00

"My father," I said, flabbergasted and dead as dad wheeled into the carriage.

"For Heaven's sakes my boy, when will you realize that the carriage wheel is dislocated?"

"Perchance father, my mind is weak and yours is strong. Henceforth weaken my strengthened mind."

And so it unfolded at the Spur; myself and dad. Dad rocks. My dad is the shit. Anybody step to my father, they step to me.. Ha ha..

So there we go and what was I going to say?

The Mel Gibson dream..

Mel Gibson-- Dies???

2010-02-11T02:34:00.000-08:00

Jeez, I actually am not sure to publish this as one of my policies on Mysticality is to keep things "positive". Though on review I would have to say that the world and our emotions are a blend, yin yang, of light and dark. Therefore I have to be honest in what I say and write.
The authour of Mysticality has been going through a varied myriad of emotions recently. Since returning to the Cape from an amazing time at my dad's game lodge, Welgevonden, and also from my trip to Victoria Falls in Zimbabwe, it has been a time of growth and going through things, relating to family especially.

I actually don't want to "air my dirty laundry" online, so I will keep the obstacles that are meeting me out of the way, as they are people, and you know the saying, "A prophet is not without honour, except in his own family and among his own people." Welcome home, Stuey!

The other night I had a strange dream, and have decided not to publish what is what yet due to the sensitivity of certain things.

I do pray you are all well, and that you are blessed by Wisdom from God, through the Holy Spirit.

Love from Somerset West, South Africa.

Ciao for now.

Leopard Strikes!!

2010-02-02T04:07:00.000-08:00

Man, what an awesome time! My dad generously took myself and Ryan (my cousin's boy), and his brother Mark and a few others up to his game lodge in the Waterberg.

We had an awesome time. I had just got off a trip to Vic falls and went straight down to Joburg to join up with the group. This was an exciting time catching up with relatives and the like.

Anyway, for on to the lodge and projections for the year are mounting. I need my Leopard..

So yeah.. We heard a Leopard made a kill on a waterbuck in between Rhino and Leopard dam. The kill was by the side of the road but no visual on the leopard.

My dad wanted to have some picnic but I said, "On to the kill." On to the kill we went and what an awesome sight.

The Leopard was hidden in the shadows high up on the ledge, and in between the leaves we glimpsed it's magnificent spots (like my freckles :))

It was shy, looking at us, but what a maginificent species. A large male!!

Anyway, so we left because we are fat and need to eat more back at the lodge, but mutually decided to come back after 2-3 and view the kill, which we did.

The Leopard was nowhere to be seen. These great survivalists do not get that way from being spotted. So back we went and waited.
10 minutes is a long time for a group of tourists that need to exercise their mouths so we moved on to spot some elephant and came back when we heard the beast had awakened and was hungry for it's spoil..

Awesome!!

Zim thoughts..

2010-01-18T00:44:00.000-08:00

Zimbabwe,

Mugabe,

who are you to do what you done,

Turned Vic Falls from paradise to the people begging for a bun

Who are you Tyrant of the land

To tell us, that we are evil,

The White man?

Do you not know that God is like us?

even you too, but your derision and complaints make you look like a fool.

Mugabe,my man, stop being so vague..

You blame the the US and now they are the ones who pay..

Now stop this madness and seek some relief..

Not for your bitter soul

But for your brother in the street..

Mugabe you eat fat everyday,

And because of you,

You are the only one who eats in this way..

Shosholoza..

Amandla..

NamibiA..

2010-01-02T00:01:00.000-08:00

In Swakopmund, Namibia, having a good time playing pool against our Swedish compatriots and the like..

I wonder if there is a job out there that fits into my life..

Maybe... Maybe...

We saw a small spotted Genet on the trip that blew my mind.

It was really cool..

Stuart

Social Times..

2009-12-21T01:55:00.000-08:00

I'm sitting at Vide E Caffe in Sea Point, Cape Town. I love this place. There is a huge Jewish contingent here which adds to the vibe I must admit.
On Friday evenings you see the whole Jewish community out in full force walking around celebrating their Shabat or Sabbath.
Anyway, I am living with a Jewish guy from New York; his name is William Nessen or Billy. He has been arrested countless times across the world for acts of sedition against governments. He sent time in Acheh, Indonesia filming the peoples movement there against the Indonesian government that has been trying to take away the Acehnese independence for a while now by trying to make them a part of Indonesia.
Billy is married to an Indian Muslim woman called Shabana and they have a delightful daughter called Shaba, or Monk as Billy likes to call her.
"So that she grows up to have the character of a monk".
A bit too early to start worrying about that eh Billy?
But yeah, life has been one rollercoaster of a ride trying to find my way and yet seek a place and peace in this life.
It seems that I may have found passage on board an Overland tours bus, but would also like to study and get involved with other things too, like becoming a doctor.
Patch Adams.

Mys sister discovered she is pregnant from a lengthy fertility treatment, which included acupuncture and something to make the eggs ready..

Anyway, my bus will be here shortly and I hope to return to the Mysitcality side of things once I can.

God bless you all.

From Sea Point,

Stuart

Some like it hot..

2009-12-09T01:10:00.000-08:00

So yeah, I am staying with my friend Billy and his wife in Sea Point for a few days until I get sorted...

Christmas is two weeks ago and this is the situ I find myself in, but God works all things together for the good of those He loves.

We went for a memorable swim last night in Clifton Beach. It was epic.

So this friday is the Wavescape film festival and good times.

Been staying with a POrtuguese guy they call Porra in Muizenberg. He spent 7 years in Pollsmoor for a murder he had to commit.

Learniung martial arts from him was scintillating. Especially when he told me to hit him as hard as I could. If I didn't he would hit me.

He hit me a few times, but I survived..

Love to you all..

We are all Porra.

Stu

So have you heard about the one about....

2009-11-21T05:20:00.000-08:00

The Rich man and the poor man?

"it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of the needle, than for a rich man to enter the Kingdom of Heaven.."

Or is it?

Stu

Kalk Bay, November 2009.

Weather is Sunny; God is in control..

Or is He?

God bless you All!!

Love,

Stuart Mark VN.

Love cOVERS A mULTITUDE OF Sins...

2009-11-09T09:42:00.000-08:00

Love Covers A Multitude of Sins

My Friend.

Lost, but not forgotten.

Forgiven,

So I found you..

My True One

Love.

Rich Man

I Was

Living for Thee

I Am

But now

Desconsolate in Solitude

I await

Arrival of the Deed.

Polanas. Saturday NIght.

2009-11-07T12:13:00.000-08:00

So last week I made out with this Insanely Beautiful belle from the UK, Manchester. I really like her style and we had great conversation, in between snogs..
So a week has passed and we have talked.
Then I get a text from Anne, a German girlfriend who I have known for a month or so. We kissed 3 weeks ago.
So all 2 texted me and are going to be at the same place..

I might go, In Disguise..

LMAO

Modern Day Heroes.

2009-11-01T16:24:00.000-08:00

My neighbour has entered me in an auction for a poem on modern day heroes.

I was stoned when I wrote it, but here it is in all its glory.

Met some cool people tonight.. Time for the poem:

Modern Day Heroes.

Succumbers to Nuances, sweet and clean.

Deal-breakers of Note when there are none to be Seen.

Though tossing and turning down this Boulevard of dreams

They are everywhere; some even seen.

Garbage Day Pickers and Non-Bollywood Queens,

These, these are the Heroes for me.

Sweet child babies that Cry through the night,

Singing sweet lullabies that wrong become right.

Truth Bearers, emo wearers, Hats on their sleeve

Persevering all the while,

Right through this long life we call Dream..

My brother woke just the other night

He had a dream to keep making it right.

This is a New Day Hero for me.

3 Chicken Drumsticks..

2009-10-28T13:46:00.000-07:00

"Have you denied me?"

This day I resigned as waiter at Cape To Cuba, Kalk Bay, South Africa. Though I served rich and famous people, it is all at a standstill till I get rest and then I continue on my way.

I had a vision in my mind of three chicken drumsticks sticking up. They were dark.

Tonight, I felt like chicken for dinner and spent what seemed like hours agonizing over which brand to buy. Note to self, that something is dubious of said industry.

To which I made tonight a chicken casserole complete with Mayonnaise and Chutney marinade..

I threw it all in the oven for an hour or so and when putting on the plate, 3 of the 6 drumsticks, they made a perfect pattern and reminded me of the vision I saw a week or so ago... Hmmm, and yes I did choose chicken with no thought of the vision; or had perchance the vision put the thought in my mind which created destiny.

Meaning, if it were not for the vision, would the events have unfolded as the vision said so?

Hmm, it stops and makes you wonder.

Am I crazy for seeing this?

Or interpreting it this way?

12th Century..

2009-10-12T10:12:00.000-07:00

Ok, so I am working at Cape 2 Cuba and serving this gorgeous Scottish girl and her guy and I hear the word, "12th Century"..

I googled it..

Love from South Africa.

Stu

1:11

2009-09-01T05:07:00.001-07:00

The other night, I spent the night at a friends house. She always makes fun of me for my "visions". I think it is quite funny. So I woke up and after a bit of relaxation saw the words, 1:11... I thought it was a scripture somewhere like Thessalonians or Corinthians, but wasn't sure. The only thing I was sure of was the 1:11.

"If God gives you a scripture then you clearly know here it is," she said.

"Oh, and don't spill your coffee," she added. Allegedly her room has a collection of various stains, many of which are mine. From my birthday coffee to all the other ones. I never spilt coffee till I met her though.

So before I left my hand trembled, adding to the collection. I was chased out with a broom, sending a text to explain...

But anyway, I got a call in the car to say that I could move into a house in Kalk Bay. A lovely house with number 11 on the pick letter box.

I found the scripture.

Thank you G-d.

The real swine flu..

2009-07-10T03:52:00.000-07:00

There was a prophetess who lived once. She said warned that when the mistreatment of animals becomes large, then viruses would instensify.

The other night, I had a dream. In the dream there was a pig sty of perfectly normal looking pigs. There was a new owner who took over the sty and they had a braai (barbecue) and threw the carcasses of dead flesh of other pigs on the fire. They stoked the fires and cooked the flesh then threw the flesh to the live swine, who, being so hungry, ravished the flesh of their own kind.

The dream was vivid.

I have prayed for understanding for this dream, but am yet to know it, but thought about a passage in the bible relating to the swine. there was a man who was so possessed by devils that the villagers tied him with chains. Jesus, upon meeting him, cast out a legion of devils, which he permitted to go into the swine, which fell over the edge of a ledge.

Swine, we also know, were unclean animals to the Jews, who were not permitted to eat them according to dietary laws.

A number of years ago I visited a Messianic Christian, named Charl Durandt, who was also a Naturopath. he told me to cut pork completely out of my diet. His reasons being that our flesh is so similiar to swine flesh and that eating our own kind, we do not digest the food so well. I quit eating pork after that.

I think this dream was a warning and has to do with something else I can not elaborate on.

Heavenly Father, in you is truth and life, and health, and peace.

Protect us, guide, as and may we enter thy rest,

In Yeshua's name,

Amein,

2009-03-27T02:04:00.000-07:00

Well, a lot has happened since I last wrote.
I just moved out of a flat I couldn't afford yesterday. The flat mate claimed I only paid 2,000 rand for a deposit but it was actually 2,300 I paid, the cost of a month's rent.
So yes, she has stolen 300 rand for me, and the little ball rolls in dough.

But there is hope. I am trying to stay positive.

Last night I climbed up a mountain, pulled out a tent I borrowed, laid it out, and slept. It was, ironically, the best night sleep I have had in ages.

The girl I rented from was up all night, had family issues, and was not a moments peace, so maybe this is all for the best.

However, the facts are I am homeless in Africa.

The economy is bad and many places are cutting back. The season's over and people are spending less.

I have one sweet swimming lesson in Bishops court but that takes care of petrol for the week.

Oh well, God I am tired and need assistance.

Any Christians out there?

Hanging Five with Derek Van Dam..

2009-02-21T09:50:00.000-08:00

When you hear an American accent on South African television it is something that you remember.

So whenever I watch E tv and the weather comes on, the accent of weatherman Derek Van Dam is quite noticeable.

So this morning I went to Muizenberg for my typical surf..

A cute Blonde girl came paddling up behind me and compared notes on the weather. Cold. Since I was one of the only people not wearing a wet suit, I guess I stuck out.

And then, this little guy comes paddling up behind her and gets stuck in to a conversation, or pick up..

After a while I disarmed him by asking if he was from LA.

"No, Detroit. You?"

I told him.

"Wait are you Derek Van Dam. The weather man for E?"

"Uh, yeah."

So I parted from the blonde and Derek in search of a wave, which I caught. I managed to stay in the sweet spot and walked forward to the nose, and hanged five (five toes over the edge). Well I like to think I hung five.

"Wooooo," I hollered while riding that little beauty.

Turning the nose into the foam, and jumping off, I let out a scream of joy one more time, to which I turned and saw Derek raising his fists in the air.

He saw me walk the nose!

Yeah!!

Then I had lunch with another yank, Zach, from USC..

Sweet..

An eye for an eye?

2009-02-12T06:46:00.000-08:00

2 nights ago I was lying in bed, as you do...

The lights were off, all was silent, all was still..

Nothing was stirring, not even a coackroach... and then a thought spoke out of the dark.
Was this a message? Some encoded cryptic riddle to figure out?

I scribbled it down, without even turning on the light and went to sleep.

In the morning I saw the words, "Husband and wife can be the same thing."

"Husband and wife can be the same thing," I mused, looking at every angle to understand it all.

And then today, as I went into a Woolworths to get a drink from this disastrous heat, I picked up a copy of the Cape Times. I am currently Job Searching, so thought it would be a good idea.

Besides a big picture of Trevor Manuel there was a small caption about the Taliep Peterson case, "Najwa should suffer same fate."

Najwa was married to Taliep Peterson, a music icon murdered by his wife, Najwa.

The case is quite big at the moment int he press, and the headline was saying that some of the family members believe that she should suffer the same fate that was laid upon her husband.

"In the Koran", the daughter said, "it says an eye for an eye. So she should be tied up like a dog, humiliated, and killed."

Husband and wife can be the same thing, or end up the same way.

Not sure which is worse, or better for that matter.

God bless,

Stuart.

"It says of old, en eye for an eye, but I tell you that if someone slaps you on the right cheek, turn to them the left..."
-Jesus

A few more Bob Matey..

2009-02-08T13:38:00.000-08:00

You know something... Life is sweet.. Love is good.
I find it refreshing to know that in the face of adversity, trying times that are happening around the world; shakings..
I find it refreshing to know that God is the author of this Book of Life.

Emphasis on LIFE.

I was driving to Muizenberg this morning. Despite a night of a few too many drinks at Cubana where I met a lovely woman Sherrie and Jeanette (my room mates pals), I woke up fresh and early with one thought on my mind. The swell at Muizenberg will be poomping today!

So on the philosophical drive I could see from the happy faces of guys with surfboards in their cars that I was spot on. My Faith proved true.

Eventhough I piled on a brand of sunscreen that is German, which is supposedly better, and makes you look like an Aborigine on walkabout, I still got fried by the sun.

The morning surf was so good that after a break, a Coke, and meeting some new Okes we paddled out to some more long nice , smooth swells that made me realize that God had created such a place as this for people to congregate, and HAVE FUN!

I mean,isn't that what it is all about?

Life, is a choice. And so often we question God, doubt him, but we must hold On to FAITH.

Job, is a perfect illustration of a man that despite losing his family, his health, and everything he ever had, he refused to doubt God.

He resisted the temptation to despair and question God.

Sure he could of. His wife did and what happened to her?
Well, she didn't exactly turn into a pillar of salt, but you catch my drift.

And, God is not mean nor nasty, nor wagging the finger of judgment whenever we "mess up"; whatever that is..

I mess up every day, but either the hands that God gave me, or God himself will clean it up.
I have a friend called Stuart. Stu is awesome. We have had some good times and testing times together.

I heard his voice in my head the other day say, "Keep making mistakes."

Thanks Stu.

I will, God willing. As long as He is in them, I know truly that it will all work together for the good.

I love you all. May the Lovely Lord of all things, who owns a thousand cattle on every hill, bless you with peace in the heavenlies.

Amein and amein.

The LOOOOOVVEE Project.. Surfing the slippery stream of life on this momentous task.

2009-01-22T01:02:00.000-08:00

Life is rolling, rolling, rolling ere in Cape Town.

I might be movng in to a place in Muizenberg, really close to the beach and my beloved surf.

The 8' Minimal I bought ( an in between surfboard) is being repaired. Vanessa, a friend I am staying with, reversed over it while it dried in the garage. My bad, her bad, but overall, not too bad.

This time away from the surf has given me time to get in shape, asses priorities and look forward.

I have a T-shirt design ideas I am looking to implement and a few toerh things.

Two days ago I went for an interview in a poor area of Kuilsrivier (pronounced Kyle's- River). It went great. It was for a position as teacher in a Christian School, which caters to people from all walks and economic backgrounds. I really applaud them what they are doing and had a wonderful time spent with them. Talking about our pasts, laughing at mistakes made along the way.

They are a happy center and I applaud them.

Later on, I met up with my buddy Stuart Fairbairns, who hails from the wonderful Isle of Mull in Scotland, my mothers home.

While waiting for him at the Seattle coffee on Long Street I took a walk outside. A sign saying "Love Project" caught my eye and reminded me of an idea years ago to start a website called, "Choose2Love.com"...

An initiative to get people to choose to love, not hate.

It was based on a few things.. The war in Iraq, the reactions and strong feelings people felt to and against war. Having an American accent I usually received some strong opinions to which I would nod my head and agree, for the most part.

Thank you Good for Barack Obama. May he be a blessed servant in your site and may your hand guide hin firmly as it did to your strong men of yore. Let him not be seduced by power or led astray, but led strong vision guide him.

The innauguration speech was wonderful ,a nd the benediction, Holy and momentous.

Be with him Lord and the Love project on Long Street.

Nice to meet you Lize. God be with you and bless you to infinity and beyond.

Amein.

From Somerset West, South Africa.

STuart VN

I STILL Love Thee....Jen...na na na na

2009-01-15T04:49:00.000-08:00

I looked for her and found her, but her heart was with another.

Now, I write, late at night...

Surf has set, Sun will rise..

Healing in His Wings,

No Surprise...

I Doubt another will love me like a mother,

But I know that I will try, and someday I shall see...

His salvation..

Wine intoxicates the body, but what shall corrupt the soul...

Oh My soul desire, where shall thee beeeeee....

Nobody wants to Die Baba... Bless you My son.

2009-01-04T02:37:00.000-08:00

“Nobody wants to die Baba”

Day 4.

We’re out in the Bush. John the Canadian American is waxing lyrical.

“Oh yeah, they really know how to give good head don’t they?”

It’s the Chinese he’s talking about. I’ve had to put up with this shit all trip long. At first I would either laugh in uproarious approval or hang my head in disgust at this symbol of free trade. Today, it doesn’t bother me.

Ephraim, our guide, is on the track of a lioness and her cubs. He is good. A Tswana, a local, grown up in the bush.

“How do you always know where they will be?” I ask.

“I concentrate,” he says, “I think like she does.” Talking about the Lioness.

We spot her; well, actually, Ephraim does.

“She is hunting,” he informs us as we watch her go into stealth mode. Getting down on her haunches and inching forward. We see nothing. She sees something.

Then, all of a sudden, a warthog appears out of the bush. It is looking at her, she is looking at it, and then, punba takes off.

She is on its trail and we see her bounding through the long tall grass. More advantageous for the smaller species; the warthog in this case.

She’s lost it. He’s gone.

I look at Ephraim and say, “Eish. I didn’t know a warthog could run like that!”

“Hey Baba; no one wants to die.”

“No one wants to die Baba”.

Ephraim is a new guide at Welgevonden. He will do good here. He is a good tracker, people person, funny, and not very opinionated. Something a journalist could learn.

He was brought in to replace our last tracker Petrus, who is sick with HIV. My heart is with Petrus, and know he is fighting with all his heart.

Bless him my Father in Heaven. Bless us all.

Amein.

8:47..Where's Gary and Rob!

2008-12-21T04:59:00.000-08:00

So my beautiful sister was married at a private ceremony in Stellenbosch.
It was not without drama. I, the best man, had the enviable task of placing the rings on the bible and crying as I looked into my precious sisters eyes as she left our family and was joined with Gary.... Dicker.

So the day before the wedding we were booked to swim with Great White Sharks in Gaansbaai, South Africa; Great White capital of the world.

Of course we were behind bars, but unlike Nelson Mandela we could request to get out.

Two major misconceptions of mine were shattered in the water with Great White sharks.

First, I realized that they are exceptionally peaceful animals. We only see them tearing flesh apart on tv, which I must add they do really well, but are actually not as aggresive as perceieved.

Our Skipper, Greg, said that he would rather be in the water with a Great White than a Tiger or Bull Shark. They reminded me of whales, and were more spooked by us, than wanting to "get inside the cage and devour our flesh".

Most times when there is an attack, the shark takes a bite and lets go when realizing we are not what they want to eat. A seal is a much tastier prospect.

Greg also said that we had the best day they had had all week. 5 different sharks visited us, and some left with the taste of tuna in their mouths from aggresively ripping the bait from the rope it was tied to.

They are in scavenging mode and therefore are very slow moving approaching us.

So we sent in the groom to the water.

"Surviving a day with Sharks will prepare you for a life time with my sister," I added..

"True Stu, and you, of course," He added.

So, she and Gary were joined yesterday. A women tripped and broke her arm, but besides all that, it went smooth..

Bless you all.

With Love from South Africa,

Stuart

Lobola..

2008-12-17T10:13:00.000-08:00

Lobola is a century-old tradition, still common throughout Africa. This system requires that a price be paid for the right to marry a women. This practice is still used extensively in contemporary African society and has raised both critical and supportive voices.

My sister is getting married.

We are going shark diving on friday and God knows what else.

Welcome home.. To Oliver R. Tambo Airport.

2008-11-20T12:38:00.000-08:00

What a journey!

Claire, my friend/ flat mate/ counselor, dropped me off at Edinburgh airport on a brisk, Scottish day. The kind you look outside whilst sipping a coffee and think, "Thank God I am leaving."

That said, how I love my beloved motherland of Scotland, and how I will miss you.

God speed...

So, I was off, after spending a few hours drinking mocha, eating a chicken pesto panini (not bad actually), listen to the manager of Neros coffee shop talk about quotas with a presumably, sub-level manager, all the while glancing outside past the blonde locks of a girl clearly engaged in her studies.

"I am studying media," in a harsh Polish accent she retorted after asking how she is.. Nuff said.

So on the flight to Frankfurt I was sitting next to a jovial Scottish lass who works with the University of Edinburgh.
Somehow we ended up discussing Botswana where I happen to be going and saying that we hope to eat at the Alexander McCall Smith restaurant after the Number 1 Ladies Detective Agency.

"Oh, I bump into him all the time. He lectures in my department," she nonchalantly recollected.

The flight to Germany was relatively short, and upon arrival I sensed the oppression that can only be found in Germany.

I have found it a place of many signs with rules saying what to do, what not to do, and even more astoundingly, HOW to do it!

I once dated a German lass from Hamburg who upon catching me taking a leak standing up said, "Oh no Stuart! In Germany you must sit down."

Basically, she was telling me how to piss.

So with my jaded mis-perceptions of the land of the Autobahn and Nazism (Oops) I wandered into a bar and ordered something that Germans never fail at.. Beer.

A tall Irish lass was the only other person there and we talked for ages until her bladder was about to explode and I ran away to find food.

I saw her later painting her nails, gave her my e-mail, and said goodbye.

"The tings you share with strangers."

Upon parting from Judith I head to my gate where I must have looked so nackered the ticket dispenser lady revealed that a whole row was unoccupied and proceeded to change my seating.

Bless you dear, wherever you may be.

Needless to say, I had a very unsociable flight, mainly die to the fact I was sprawled across five seats, just containing my 6 foot frame.

It was a hot flight and upon enquiring for the reason why I felt like I was in Africa, without actually touching down yet, the stewardesses all told me,

"You are seeting above the engine. we cannot do anything. See, there are the wings."

Presumably that was justification why there was insufficient air blowing on my face.
For a moment, I did consider requesting an oxygen tank, had seconds thoughts, and closed my eyes, knowing full well I would sleep even better if I was not sweating through my shirt; but hey, this is a discounted flight I guess.

Anyway, I spent my first day recovering, recuperating, and meeting some nice people.

Time now to sleep, rest, and recover, but I want to thank my father(s) in heaven and on earth for leading me home.

In Scotland, some moons ago, I heard God say to me, "You'll be coming home soon."

Upon arrival in Johannesburg, a beautiful African lady, looked at me smiling after flipping through my passport and said, "Welcome home. You are home now."

It almost brought tears to my eyes, and how I wanted to believe that.

I want a home.

With Love from South Africa,

Stuart.

Missed Try.

2008-11-15T08:05:00.000-08:00

A few days ago, before the upcoming Rugby match between Scotland and South Africa, I had a vision in my mind's eye of a goal post. The middle, where you have to kick the ball to score points was dark; shadowy.
However, the light shone around the post.

So, I interpreted the vision as a way of saying this game would be marked by miss kicks.

The game just ended. Scotland was leading at half time 10-0, but ended up losing, 14-10.

The Scotland kicker, Phil Godman, missed two crucial kicks. One right in front of the post.

Another way of looking at the vision might be Gods way of saying, "Don't try" so hard.

The light shines around our tries.

I have three more days in Scotland before leaving for South Africa. My feelings are bitter sweet as I will miss my dear home of Scotland, but look forward to the sun.

This has been a fruitful time I trust. Seeds have been planted, and as the tares grow, we get closer to that final hour.

Lord, thy will be done in South Africa and Scotland.

Amein.

Jason does not have the X factor.

2008-11-14T12:41:00.000-08:00

The other night, I remember having this dream.

I was a judge, I think, on a show like the X factor. We were in a house like setting and a black guy called Jason had just been told that he does not have the X factor; that he was voted out.

He had short hair and was average build. He had a big hissy fit and walked off.

I was a judge and just knew that this was not the show for him. He had talents in other areas but his was not the show for him.

I think the moral of the dream was that just because we seem to be rejected in one area, we should not take it personally. It was not meant for us.

"What is meant for you won;t pass you by," so don't have a hissy fit.

Tonight, I just came back from a pub called the Golf Tavern.

I had two decent conversations with women, who also happened to have boyfriends. I was not flirting with the girls, just talking, but both men felt threatened and I left.

The moral of the story?

Insecurity's a bitch.

With love from Scotland,

Stuart (unafraid to call my name)

The Mouse has taken a hike.

2008-11-12T16:05:00.000-08:00

So yesterday I was determined to exterminate, one way or another, the rodent in my room.
It kept my up all night the other night, and finding it got into my herbal smoke was the last straw, to say the least.
We have a Welsh family staying in the Shambles who are salt of the earth.
They are here in Edinburgh building the tram system due for 2010 (or 2012).
The son, big Chris, gave me an idea.

"You get a milk bottle or something with a wide enough entry, a piece of cheese, and oil.. You tilt the bottle back so that when the mouse enters it will not get out due to the slipperiness of the oil."

"Dude Chris," I said, "This is super mouse. I have seen it fly from my rucksack when I turned on the light in the middle of the night. Fly dude, far..."

But I tried his idea. It worked I think, but the mouse escaped, even with the oil covering the insides and the incline.

I found tracks that convinced me it was in there. Chris couldn't believe me so I found proper mouse trap and put peanut butter on it.

This is a matter of sleep or death.

So, to my surprise, the mouth that would venture in backpacks for coffee would not take peanut butter in the open.

Though I did not catch it, it did not keep me up either, and I had a very strange vision in my mind as I dozed off to sleep of a bedraggled mouse (one who has had enough) taking a stick with bundle of goods on its back off in another direction.

So no mouse. It is gone.

However, the neighbours knocked on the Shambles door tonight with a munched loaf of bread.

"We have a mouse problem," they declared.

Maybe my friend has gone next door..

Bless him.

Sleeping with... Rodents...

2008-11-11T02:22:00.001-08:00

A few weeks ago, I had read, purely by coincidence, that Edinburgh does indeed have a rodent problem.

It seems that probably due to the amount of food being served by restaurants, pubs, etc., there are very high levels of rats in the city.

I think all of this can be accounted for. What I wonder though is another matter entirely.

OK, allow me to divulge. Last year, around this time, I was in Edinburgh taking a month long course : Cambridge English Language Teaching to Adults (CELTA).

This prestigious award, I thought, would give me the opportunity to travel the world and teach the eloquent dialect of English to the restless natives of the world, while earning a pretty penny.

"Yes," I imagined, "Teacher of the world."

I ended up working at Kindrogan (Field Studies Center near Pitlochry) instead, mainly in catering and food, learning mainly how to not piss off the English.

During that time in Edinburgh I rented a room in a house with Guinea Pigs.

"Um, as long as they don't go in the kitchen or up to my room that is fine," I reasoned to myself and the owner, who jealousy guarded her little beloved furry friends.

It worked out fine. They stayed to their corner and I mine.

So, earlier this year, during my break from Kindrogan, I took it upon myself to register for yet another class, the UKCC Level 1 swim teaching training.
Basically, to get some credentials to teach swimming.

So, in the balmy mists of August I yet again made another pilgrimage to the valiant city of Edinburgh. I had secured a room in advance with a Miss Jackie who of course did not have anything as preposterous as Guinea pigs, but rats, which would run around the living room, and have a habit of sniffing up leg trousers.

"Um, I think I will take my dinner upstairs," I said vaulting up the stairs with a warm Pizza Express Pizza in dire need of being ravished after a day at the pool.

Needless to say, I had to brave being inspected by the chief rat every time I sat down to catch a glimpse of television.

It was like being on Fear Factor, and watching it all at the same time.

So, now here I am back in European Capital of Edinburgh.

Ahh, surely no rats or Guinea Pigs now, I think to myself.

What could be left?

Yes, my dear friend who has let me rent a small cupboard/room these last weeks in Edinburgh has given me the room where the other occupant comes out at night and will steal whatever crumbs or morsels are lying about.

Yes, it is a wild, undomesticated, MOUSE!

'Lord', I find myself thinking, 'bring back the good old days of Guinea Pigs and Rats, who knew their place in society and were safely bundled up in cages as I slumber.'

Honestly though, the first night was the worst. The rustling all around my bed had me on edge. I felt like a sailor set adrift on a plank of wood as ravenous sharks encircled my insufficient craft.

"Lord, deliver me from the beat about," I prayed.

Eventually, I hoisted the white flag and was graciously given reprieve in the form of another bed.

Upon inspection in the morning, I discovered my chocolate bars had been half eaten by a creature the size of my thumb. Plastic bags chewed through, I couldn't bring myself to look for droppings amidst the debris..

Last night, I was again awakened by my little furry friend who, upon the light being turned on, took a flying leap from some precipice (my tall rucksack) and fly to his little hole. Which actually had me quite impressed at such an athletic act, albeit by a savage beast intent of eating me out of house and home; quite literally.

Oh, and yes, I have removed all food from here. To my chagrin, I discovered that this little guy even likes coffee, which has also gone, which hasn't seemed to stop the nightly forays.

So, I have struck a deal with the Guinea Pig lady of yore. Some time this week, before my flight to South Africa I will stay with her.

Rent is cheaper, she is close to Ocean Terminal where I know I can get the bus to anywhere, and her furry friends are kind, respectful, and will not keep me awake at night.

Oh bless you Mouse. I trust this is right for both you and I, for it would not be too long, until I would be tempted to trap you and deny you the Christian burial you are entitled to.

I will leave that to the Landlady.

Blessings from Scotland,

Stuart.

The Wounds of Eminem??

2008-11-10T05:40:00.000-08:00

I suppose you may have heard the white US rapper, Eminem?

He was a controversial figure who rapped about homosexuals, and a stalker named Stan, amongst other things.
He grew up in a single parent family, which was characterized by abuse.

Anyway, when he himself found himself with the prospect of becoming a father, he turned his passion for rapping into a career, becoming one of the most successful of his generation.

Last night, I dreamt that I saw Eminem. By his side was an older woman who was his partner/ agent.
He looked resigned and at peace. I know he has recently been in rehab from misuse of narcotics..
In the dream, on his left foot, he carried one of the wounds of Christ, the Stigmata.

I would have actually probably forgotten the dream if it was not for the fact that I am looking, online, at paintings by Caravaggio. One of them is of the Christ showing his wounds to The Twin, AKA "Doubting Thomas", who upon seeing the wounds of the once dead and now resurrected Lord, exclaim, "My Lord and My God!"

Jesus said, "You have believed for you have seen, but blessed are those who have not seen and yet still believe."

Oh Lord, help my un-belief!

Bless you all.

From Scotland,

Stuart

St. Andrews.

2008-11-07T07:17:00.000-08:00

My friend, Calire, who I am currently renting a room from has decided to help me to pursue the next leg of my life.
She has taken it upon her shoulders to help me apply to such establishments as St. Andrews.

Anyway, I pray that God will lead me to all He has in store.

Yesterday Claire and I visited her local and I ended up chatting to a few local lads who were studying near by.

We ended up discussing religion and a young boy called Ricky asked me some questions.

I gave him my card which read "God is Love" among my contact details.

He asked me why I had that written on a card and I said, "Well, I suppose that in all I do, the love of God is what I do, or try to..
The main commandment Jesus gave his disciples is to love one another. That is how we are His disciples."

Anyway, The kid got it, and like Claire says, "I wish I could figure out my own life as well as I do for other people."

God bless,

Stuart

Tracey Emin Art Exhibition.

2008-11-06T11:10:00.000-08:00

I just got back form the Tracey Emin Art Exhibition...

She, basically, is an artist who was raped as a teenager, went to art school, had an abortion later on, burned all her work and then went through a cathartic process that I just saw.

Some bits were stories of her life, her associations with sex, penises, and men..

One piece I enjoyed was her bed... With Marlboro Lights adorning the foot to bottles of wine, this is her life; or rather, was her life.

Now she is a huge contemporary artist which, I suppose, gives us hope for all of us aspiring artists.

"Hey, I can do that shit," I caught myself thinking...

A young girl who I kept on bumping into and comparing notes asked me what was my favorite part of the exhibit and I said, "Looking at you."

Works of art come in many forms. On this day it happened to be Laura.

Tracey had her show, I had my own. People, time, place.

Love from Scotland,

Stuart

The Father and I are one.

2008-11-03T12:10:00.000-08:00

Last night after praying and some intimate, quiet time with God, I
heard the words, "You'll be coming home soon."
So today while reading a book called, "The Mystic Christ", the author
read from John, and I will have to paraphrase.

"I am in my Father and my Father is in me..
And I will pray that you will realize that we are one."

That is a very very rough translation, but what the author said that
jesus is not praying that we be one.

We ARE already One.

The Author is saying, that Jesus is praying that we REALIZE that we
are one.

Furthermore, the author says this is like "coming home".

It is like the prodigal returning to his proper place.

Therefore, in light of what something said to me last night, I will
soon be coming home.

Realizing that I am in Him, who is in Him, who I am in.

Isn't that Awesome!

Father, I pray that you will cleanse us from the ignorance of
separation and open our hearts to know that we are indeed in You and
You are in us.

Bless the elections and your guardians keep the peace.

In The Name of The Son,

Amein.

The Lights of Sheffield.

2008-11-01T05:31:00.000-07:00

Well, Claire my travelling companion and I are about to depart from the Ibis hotel.
We spent last night, lost, going round in circles trying to find Burton Street.

To cut a long story short we decided to call it a night, get some rest and most importantly, get a drink.
Due to our local hotel bar men from India not knowing how to pour a port, and due to my impatience, we went next door and drank at the old man's pub.

Claire decided to liven up the evening by singing, "Thank you for the music" and an old man with shiny head getting into it.

The highlight for me was a middle aged women salivating over my legs and telling me how nice they were.

Thank you Josie.

Some guys are behind me waiting so I think we will leave now, and leave the Ibis in peace.

God bless you Josie and Sheffield.

Stuey

Neo Nazi Threat Terminated.

2008-10-28T15:32:00.000-07:00

Well, at risk of sounding like, "I told you so", reports have just been issued over the last few days that indeed there has a been a plot to assasinate Obama.
This would confirm the sentiments I felt in the blog written October 18th.

However, I feel more strongly than ever this is a time to pray, to remain positive, and fight the good fight.

For we know that the spirit of the Anti-Christ is now in the world, and that these are the days of Elijah.

Father God, we come before you ,as we are, in all humility and grace.

Father, we have sinned against you and our neighbours in so many ways.

Adultery is rife and who has not sinned whether in body, soul, or mind?

Dear Father, please have mercy on us.

Protect those who we love.

Bless our enemies, and forgive those who have persecuted us.

Grant us clarity of Spirit and a single minded focus so that we are not deceived but move forward with purpose and determination.

Thy will be done on earth as it is in Heaven.

Protect Obama Lord.

Amein.

Love from Scotland,

Stuart

A Post from Ashley.

2008-10-26T14:19:00.000-07:00

These are some of the thoughts of my friend, Ashley.. A gifted writer, philosopher, and artist, in her own right.

Thank you Ashley.

The first paragraph is in response to my telling her the first time I started seeing Auras, and the reactions I would receive from family and friends..

Hey, Stu,

That's rough to have been made fun of for the things you see that others can't. Heck, if you had told me about boxes floating near the side of my head, I would have thought you were the most interesting person I had met in ... forever! (I found going to high school in Orinda rather boring ... though there were many good things too that I like to remember.)

I guess it's a tough lesson about blurting out things that other people wouldn't really understand, or which might actually shock them. I don't have your psychic talents, but I've had to learn over time, again and again, and still now, to be very careful in connecting what I think to what I say. Sometimes these thoughts come into my head, or strong intuitions, or feelings of where I'm cogitating and emoting with my entire body and the response is very strong in a positive or negative direction (I agree/don't, I like/don't, I love/don't) that I have to be quite careful, because these thoughts don't entirely represent how I feel and who I am in general; they are responses in the moment, at times the most banal of causality.

Deep down I love and support from the heart, no matter if I don't agree, don't feel like, don't feel love in that moment. This way of being is bigger than me, and bigger than my thoughts. The older I get the more I try to stay to this, and not get too expressive at the time. It's important to be wise, sensitive, and responsible - plus I believe in karma, and don't want it perpetuated for some mindless moment of a slip in my behavior or indulgence in a thought at the expense of another.....

Fear is a bitch. But you have nothing to fear, Stu. It's all your perspective and what you believe in. I think: operate from the place of Being, from that place inside that feels like the soul, that you can recognize as your effervescent spirit floating in you and above you, playing sweet music through you in this reality but being far bigger and so much more than you in all dimensions and through timelessness, and you have nothing to fear. Life is bright and simple, and can be full of love if we connect with that part of ourselves and that which we see exists in the world around us, in nature, in art and culture, in others and in ourselves.

In my correspondence now and interaction in the past with you, I've found that you work from this place. You can just tell with people, ya know? It's a beautiful sight. It's a feeling.

I love you too, Stu. Be well.
Ashley

"we're not ready for a black president".

2008-10-19T09:46:00.000-07:00

Tupac Shakur, an African American rapper, said these words in his song, 'changes'.

He was shot down.

I heard these words two years ago right before I heard of Barack Obama.

Now, he is so close to the white house, yet these words haunt me today October, 2008.

I think we should pray for him, and that the ignorance of hatred and racism is dispelled by the light and truth of love.

"Father, in you hands I commit my spirit"

From Scotland,

Stuey

Nancy Reagan Vision..

2008-10-17T07:58:00.000-07:00

Three days ago I was lying in bed with the flu. It was my second day off sick from work and I took the time to rest and sleep..

When I rest and close my eyes I sometimes see pictures in my mind.
Sometimes they are like movies, or moving pictures (animation).

Anyway, it is cool and I like it.

So three days ago I had this odd vision:

Nancy Reagan was lying down on a couch or something with a blanket over her.
She got up suddenly and threw the blanket off her.

That was it.

I usually search for meaning in these pictures/visions believing they come from God, and have a message, instruction, prophetic insight, or nugget of wisdom to teach..

So I wracked my brains finding the links.

She was married to former president Ronald Reagan who passed away a few years ago.
He had Alzheimers.

So anyway, yesterday, flipping through the newspaper, my eye caught a small segment.

"Nancy Reagan taken to hospital after fracturing her spine during a fall."

She was also famous for her "Just say 'No' campaign"

God bless her.

Love from Scotland,

Stuart

Eye of Flesh..

2008-10-13T07:33:00.000-07:00

And I had a dream. Two soldiers were down, in their Khaki fatigues, and one was removing a piece of rolled up flesh from the eye of his fallen comrade in arms.

The Flesh in his eye was a mortal blow, potentially deadly.

And I awoke,

"For the mind of the flesh leads to death, but the mind of the spirit leads to peace and lasting life."

So today, a few days after the dream, I was on lunch break and turned on the TV in the upstairs lounge at Kindrogan.

A Metallica music video was playing. As I was about to change the channel, the scene was exactly like the scene in my dream.

Two soldiers, in a field. One soldier was treating the wounded...

I kept watching waiting for the title of the song, "the day that never comes".

Oh Lord, shine your heart of mercy in our lives.

we await the day that you, Yeshua Ha Meshiach return.

The judgments have become, but your saints, your peacekeepers remain steadfast in the storm.

Keep us safe,

Keep our fallen comrades safe.

Keep our children, and Nathan safe..

we love you, We trust in you..

Amein..

On a different note, I found Noelle the mother of my child online last night.

she has a website..

Somehow I chanced upon a site that had her maiden and married name. Thank you technology.

She is a seamstress and seems to have a good life..

Natty is a little prayer warrior from some of the things I read.

I had trouble sleeping after this all, but feel elated today, like fresh fire in my bones...

Get in touch Vicki.

Stu

Bones to bones..

2008-10-07T13:24:00.001-07:00

I met a man ther other day,
He had bones in a similiar way.

We shook bones
and said goodbye

Dem bones he said

He made alve.

Messianic Voice

2008-09-30T17:09:00.000-07:00

The Messianic voice is a choice that ya had to Make
In this wolrd of Hate

Now you know what Im saying..?

Aint no0 aAllegiacnce to the flag that our Forefathers
Brought over on a Hope and Toke

OF whiskey
No Juice in my Rhyme

That's why I constantly Contra-Dict

The Edict of the Treaty of Ants
In Yer Pants
No Time for Repercussions

BUt Time is LInear THerefore I fear

The End of this Rap..

Kilmarnock Champions??

2008-09-27T07:24:00.000-07:00

I had such an unlikely dream last night and I wouldn't have posted it if it did not seem to come true.
In Scotland we have our Premier league in Football called the SPL.
Over the years we have produced some top teams that have competed with the best in Europe and the UK.

Last night I dreamt that Kilmarnock (a small club) had beat a huge team to go to the FINA or FIFA championships. The impression was like a Champions League game of some sort..
So, in the dream, Kilmarnock beat a team 3-1 to take them to the final.

I googled them today and found out they are the top of the league, tied with Rangers,and ahead of Celtic, last years champs.

Who would know?

From Scotland,

Stuart

You Loved Me First.

2008-09-22T16:49:00.000-07:00

I love you Lord, I don't know why..

If I shout or scream or even cry...

I love you Lord,

No need to try..

You taught it's not about who's Best or worst..

It's about your Love,

Cause you loved me first.

GroundBreaking.

2008-09-22T16:07:00.000-07:00

The end of my holiday is nigh.
Time to escape from the island, make my exit via the Craignure Ferry, and head slowly back to Pitlochry tomorrow.
Tonight I went out with a girl I met who is selling clothes and stuff. She has done nothing but work since being here on Mull, so I have been showing her some walking trails and both nights we have ended the day with a drink at the local pub, MacGochans.
A few days ago while walking home, I heard the word, "Groundbreaking.
I have noticed the word, "Groundbreaking" is popping up in many circles.
I am very excited!
During this time a lot of my prayers I feel are being answered. Things that I have yearned for, groaned for; changes I have been praying for are coming to pass.

I am seeing God's hand in almost every circumstance and trust now, more than ever, that He IS in everything, and through everything, is working it ALL together for His HIgher purposes..

It is a Holy faith which is renewing my dedication to keep working, to keep plowing in HIs field. To remain steadfast in the face of opposition.

We have won, by virtue of what He has done. Lord, Thank you. Keep us in your grace always I pray.

We must persevere and be diligent. Take more steps of faith, face more challenges, and walk in HIS POWER, HIS GRACE, HIS STRENGTH.

"Not by might nor by power, but by My Spirit saith the Lord."

You know, we had to go through all these hard times we have endured. Tears and so forth to wash away the mascara of this world, to bring forth a vessel, Holy and pure.
Untainted and pure..

It is gorgeous..

Lord, remind us daily what You are all about.

Remind us, what is to be who we are, Children of God.

Lord, give us that courage and boldness we need to face the floods, to square off, and to fight in your strength.

We must just STAND UP, and be counted.

In this class, just showing up for work, is all that is needed for the battle to be won..

Open the eyes of my heart Lord.
I want to see you..

From Scotland,

Stuart

My Paintings..

2008-09-18T13:44:00.001-07:00

My dad called tonight and he saw some of my paintings I posted in Facebook.

He loved them and thought I should post them on my blog, and even suggested a website.

Small steps, but here are some fun things I have been doing.

Thank you Lord for the Vision and inspiration you give to me.

Love from Scotland,

Stuart

Identity Swap..

2008-09-17T12:06:00.004-07:00

Well, since we are on the topic...
Today was weird. I got in trouble for being too judgmental of the one I labelled, "Sloth".

God forgive me... I already asked for their forgiveness.

"For with what measure you judge, you shall be judged."

And yes, I spent most of the day glued to the couch, strangely comfored by the drone of the TV, and humbly repenting for making my opinion known.

I woke up this morning possesed by the spirit of Phoebe...

No, just joking, but when I was in Edinburgh I saw a show called "possesed" with a famous Australian comic called frank Woodley.
In the show, he ocassionally becomes possesed by the dead spirit of an Irish woman called Phoebe who he is in love with..

"Awww, Phoebe..."

So, yeah, getting back to the point, today, instead of going out, shopping as planned, I spent the day in boxers and shorts, lounging around..

I am still in them, but have done some stuff since then..

Anyway, it is a good thing I did stay in, because I received a phone call a few hours ago..

"Mr S. Van Niekerk..."

"Yes."

"Did you spend 1000 pounds today at John Lewis today?"

I looked down at my greasy boxers and thought, "I wouldn't even visit John Lewis online today!"

"Um, no", envisioning all my hard work going into the shopping bags of some poor, lost soul..

"Don't worry. We cover it, but you have to go down to your local branch and get a new card tomorrow."

"Um, okay."

So, I am in awe at all that is happening..

I almost feel that whatever I preach about will happen, or is happening, so tonight I will say:

"Father, forgive them, for they do not know, and if they do... forgive them anyway."

Forgive and ye shall be forgiven.

Amein.

Molly Ringwald.

2008-09-17T12:06:00.003-07:00

I'm about to go to bed, but something popped into my head I wanted to write down.

Two nights ago, 15th september probably, I was dozing off to sleep and the name 'McIntyre' came into my head, and then thought of Molly Ringwald, the actress from "The Breakfast Club" and "16 Candles".

I googled McIntyre. It is Gaelic (Scottish) for "Son of the Carpenter".

Interesting.

As for Molly Ringwald..

WHo knows?

Lloyds TSB Merger..

2008-09-17T12:06:00.002-07:00

Over a month ago i was in Edinburgh taking a UK swim coaching course to get some qualifications that are quite omportant if you want to teach swimming in the UK.

I became good friends with a young kid of 16 called J. Gilchrist. His brother is an Olympian named Kris, who swam in Beijing and is the UK champion in Breastroke.

J. and I became really good friends, and the reason I mention his name is that one day I closed my eyes and saw the logo for Lloyds TSB in my head, a UK bank.

Their logo is a black horse rearing up; much like the horseman of the Apocalypse in the Book of revelations.

Anyhoo, I told J. what I saw and thought nothing else of it....

Until today, when I am staring at that logo with a BBC reporter standing in front of it, saying that Lloyds has now merged with HBOS to create a banking power.

Stocks for HBOS went up quickly.

Ryder cup up next...

Europe all the way..

Love From Scotland,

Stu

A Flood is Coming.

2008-09-14T12:30:00.000-07:00

Last night I had an interesting dream. I actually can't remember the whole thing, but I remember three boys.
2 were named Noah and 1 was named Dave.
Dave said, "You could be my brother." Meaning, I resembled him..

So today I spent the day golfing with my mother. It was actually funny because the other night, after my last round of golf, I envisioned in my mind the perfect whole.

I knew that I had the potential to drive the green. In golfing terminology this means that I know I have the potential to hit the ball from the tee to the green in one stroke on a par 4.

So today, I pulled out my wood on a hole that is a par 4 because a mound is in the way. I took my hat off, placed it behind me, and as my dad would say, "I hit that little sucker."

It flew and it flew and it flew, pin high; straight at the flag.
I actually thought at first I had hit it too far, until when I went over the hill, saw that my little ball was 12 feet from the flag.

I sunk the putt and made an Albatross (2 under par). A birdie is 1 under.

In short, I did what I imagined a few nights ago. Thank you God.

So tonight I am tuning out and tuning on the tv. A movie caught my eye called, "Evan Almighty".

In it, God (Morgan Freeman) visits him and tells him a flood is coming.
Everyone thinks he is crazy and risks his job from folowing God's will.
Sound familiar?
Anyway, it is a feel good movie and wonder if it relates to my dream about Noah.

Oh, and the flood, according to God, will take place on September 22nd, the day of...

Fire Grace..

2008-09-12T17:11:00.000-07:00

"Fire Grace"

These were the words I woke up to the other day.

"Huh?", I thought; what could that possibly mean?

My thoughts turned to our cousins' domestic worker and family friend Grace in South Africa.

Maybe times are a bit tight and time for her to go?

Then I thought of the "fire of the Holy Spirit", and how tongues of fire settled on each of the Apostles during Pentecost; definitely a form of God's grace..

There are so many things, I will not try to figure this "word" out..

All I know is that I am on a sort of sabbatical at the moment for family reasons. I haven't been fired, but have been given more time off for reasons I can not divulge to the public right now. I am fine though.

I am trying to remain sane, fruitful, and active during this time, tempted to take a bus anywhere, and a Ryan air (cheap flight) somewhere, just to see some life..

But by God's grace I will wait for the word to move.

However, I have been thinking of fires quite a bit.

A friend from Croatia said she had a dream where I saved her from a fire. She said that I rescued her... Maybe I am a fire fighter??

Hmmm, not sure, but any thoughts from the readers of this blog will be appreciated.

Before I go to bed, I might check CNN or one of the news channels to check the progress of hurricane Ike.

It sounds like this will be a big storm and will no doubt have repercussions over here.

The eye of the storm is heading straight for Galveston, Texas, and will no doubt hit Houston too..

"Surfs up!"

The Bucket List.

2008-09-09T12:46:00.001-07:00

I just finished watching a movie called "The Bucket List" with Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman.
Basically two guys decreed with cancer are stuck in the same ward with each other. Both are given grim prognosis (6 months to a year).
During their time spent together, going through radiation together, etc., they both come out of the hospital with a "Bucket List"; a wish list of things to do before you die.
Jack Nicholson's character has all the money and convinces Morgan to place everything on hold (including family) to accomplish everything and have fun in the process.

After going through a walk in the park I was thinking that in God' great wisdom (or plan as we sometimes call it) the events that occu rin our life may not seem to make sense, but in the grand scheme of things I am sure that we are placed here for each other.

Whne you ask someone what the meaning of life is, and why things happen the way they do, I can have always thought that the only thing that makes sense is, "Love".

If we never knew of loss we could never be grateful for the time we have with loved ones.

If we never knew of fear and rejection we would never appreciate being accepted and loved, even if it is by only one, small person.

The details of life can seem to loom larger than the small things, and if we are not careful we can miss the gems for fear of the rocks falling on our heads.

In all honesty though, I can see that God has a purpose and a plan for us all.

I am starting to see how those who have suffered and gone through such hardship in life will be recompensed.

They say that the angels of God collect every tear we shed. I believe that God is just and He will not stand silent while His children cry for justice.

So come Lord Jesus come, and grant us justice on earth as there is in heaven..

Clean our lands from the perversion and sickness and restore what the locusts have devoured.

Now is the time to come home to the Father's table.

A banquet is prepared for us, the bread is in the oven, and the roast potatoes need a bit of gravy.

Come Lord Jesus, come..

Amien.

Lakeland-The Real Todd Bentley Story

2008-09-06T14:52:00.000-07:00

Well, a Christian soldier has fallen; or is he being crucified by his own kind?

The story of Todd Bentley and the Lakeland "Revival" is pretty interesting.
Todd was raised with an alcoholic father and had a diverse upbringing. He came to Christ through a series of events and walked a way with God that was characterized by visions, dreams, and other supernatural experiences.

Covered from head to toe in tattoos, bald headed,and with many piercings, he was not your characteristic revivalist.
However a few months ago, the entire Christian community had their eyes and tvs tuned to the Lakeland revivals.

What was meant to be a few meetings in Lakeland, Floride turned into many meetings where people from all over the world came to "catch the anointing".
God TV, which is beemed by satellite into the homes of over 200+ nations, invested their time in the meetings, pushing paying clients back to air these meetings.

This very day I found out that all has been put on hold and that the ministry of Todd Bentley and Fresh Fire MInistries has "come under fire".

Supposedly he is seperating form his wife and there are rumours that he has "bonded" with a female member of his staff.

Last night, before I heard anything about the allegations of adultery against Todd, I had this dream.

In the dream I was at Kindrogan, but I was like Todd, and he was there also.
He was getting angry because some people, jealous of the miracles happening through the Lakeland Revival, were sort of pushing him out, and seeking his downfall..

His reaction to these events made him quite angry, and I consciously thought, "Is this how a Christian should act?". Although I was acting in much the same manner at work when I felt unjustly treated by some co-workers.

A passage from Kings (11 I think) was read. I found the passage after I awoke and it was about the fall of King Solomon, whose heart was devoted more to seeking the fleshly pursuits than God.

He began to drift away from God through his wives who were foreigners and had strange idols.
Because of this, God decreed his downfall...

Has this happened to Todd?
Has he been led astray by women?

Is this happening to me?
Todd was then playing the guitar. His hair, in the dream was long, and he was wearing a hat.

I wanted to show my bosses that I was like that.

Then his eyes were sort of surreal, and I saw paint cans with white and red paint being poured out.

The lyrics of the song he was singing were, "Let the car go back."

He is seperating form his wife.

I wish him well and that we can overcome the temptations in our life.

God help us.

By Your Side.

2008-09-05T11:25:00.000-07:00

I will be with you,

As that sun sets,

As the sun returns

And Never comes back..

I will be with you,

By Your side.

When that day comes no body knows,

But until then my son,

I pray our love grows.

For Dada

2008-08-29T09:23:00.000-07:00

I can't play Games

You know every one

From Liars and Thieves

You met all their sons...

Dada,

I know what you know,

But I know something else.

I know your value

Is way above wealth..

I know your dreams

Are more than walks in the park,

Children playing,

And eating Ice Creams..

I know you are more than a mother

And more than what your sister or brother

May think..

Cause I know that deep within My Heart

You dreams are greater;

Though we may some day part.

Crannog Rafting.

2008-08-29T07:52:00.000-07:00

The other day we visited some the Crannog center on the banks of Loch Tay.
Crannogs are basically houses built over water that date back to the Iron Age.
Archaeological finds discovered that these were probably the dweillings of people concerned with trade and commerce since the Tay rivers and tributaries journey all the way to Oban in the west or Dundee in the east.

We had a good time led by our tour guide, Gavin Dhu... While the kids were trying their hands at making some iron age stuff, I had a coffee and met a Dutch guy who runs a healing retreat near Fearnan.
He had also studied some similiar things at the BPI (Berkeley Psychic Institute).

After the Crannog center we went river rafting down the Tay withe boys form a local river rafting company.

I enjoyed jumping on other rafts and throwing people over. Tilly got his dreads wet when I nailed him, which are probably drying right about now.

Toby, another guy with Dreads from Nottingham (our guide), spoke with a distinctly African accent was very chilled and laid back.

When we were informed to stop paddling he said, "Relax-A"..

We relaxed the whole way down.

I spent so much time in the water that I happened to be in the right place at the right time when one of guys (A family man called Dave) got stuck under another boat. I was watching him and he seemed to be motionless, so I pulled him out.

Later that night he bought me a few beers and said I saved his life..

"Surely not," I said..

But then he said that he froze underneath the boat. Adrenalin pumping in no doubt. That explains why he made little effort to get out from under.

I am not sure what would have happened, but I appreciated the beers nonetheless.

I have been having dreams of air carfts and A mig doing a spin in mid air last night..

We have a group in from St. Margarets school at the moment.

Next week I will probably visit my mom with the four days I have off.

God bless and protect us all.

Amien.

Bale.

2008-08-24T11:45:00.000-07:00

So yesterday were the local Highland Games, our Little Olympics here in Kindrogan.

The small town of Kirkmichael played host to this years Strathardle games.
With an opening by the local chief who claimed that they had prayed the night before for the rain to stop (and it did), we were under way..

Kindrogan has sported teams in the past and this year was no exception. The first tourney was the obstacle relay course. I was assigned starting position.

I managed to keep a Spanish contingent at bay, but a little 12 year old guy as hot on my trail. I managed to pass the baton on to Mike who held our lead, but Jen (12+5), lost it in the skip rope jumping competition.

Luke took over and managed to catch up on a small sprint but then under the net he lost the lead.
we all gave him stick for getting his "stick" caught ont he net.
"How could Luke screw this up?", but in retrospect Luke does the will of God in some strange way.

His mistake led the way for those kids ( a team of boys about 12 years old) to move on to the finals..

Later on, Aart ( a huge Dutch guy) and myself took part in the Bale rolling competition.. I had been drinking wine and some Jack Daniels all day with nothing on my stomach. Due to an error from last years champs we ended up winning our heat and going through to the finals.

Sizing up the other competitors I thought, "no way"; but soon we were off and rolling.. This time it felt lighter. Maybe due to the fact I had thrown up the contents of my stomach after the first race.

Whatever the case the bale seemd lighter and Aart and I were cruising in the lead. However I lost track of the track and was veering off course into our competitors lane. Aart warned me about that and I thought it was not a problem, but we had to get our bale back in our lane, which cost us time and the lead.

Ending up second was tough, but I am glad we did in, and with a little more faith (knowing that we would have ahd a chance), belief, and practise (I had never touched a bale like that before), I am sure we would be champs, and on the front page of the paper.

However, God destined those Good Young farmer boys to do their town proud.

We will have to wait another year..

I think God has good thing sin store, and more victories around the corner..

On a lighter note, Luke, Tom, and Mike are off to Orkney. We will miss them at Kindrogan, but it should be good fun..

I wish them well and would love to see the Hi-jinks..

Kris A Hoy. Go Team GB..

2008-08-19T16:26:00.000-07:00

So this is the best Olympics in the last 100 years for team GB already!
They have enjoyed much success in Sailing, Rowing, Cycling, and even track and field.

Before coming back to Kindrogan I met the brother of the Briitsh Champion in the 200 M breastroke, Kris Gilchrist..
His younger brother Johnny and I became good friends at our UKCC level coaching course at the Commonwealth pool in Edinburgh.
The last day we caught a Hamburger, beer, and show called "Tommy and the Weeks", whic we both needed to pee during.. Random "TMI".

So tonight I realized that while on the bus here from Edinburgh (back in March when I was just starting at Kindrogan), I met a guy called Kris.

he was going back tot he island of Hoy in the Orkney Isles, traditional Viking stronghold, more recently annexed o the UK.

So Kris from Hoy and I enjoyed a ride up here and even were asked if we were ministers when we spoke of God.

he was just returning from a visit to his sister in Edinburgh.

So today and Chris Hoy from Aberdeen took his third gold medal of the games, I remembered my bus ride up here with Kris from Hoy, and thought...hmmmm.

Luck or destiny, or just damn good preparation...

I think too much.

Peace,

Stuart

Jesus Came to Me...

2008-08-19T08:50:00.000-07:00

And said,

"Could you be every Person?

Every Man?

Could You Be?

Perhaps You'll see

That suffering is not in me..

Why?

Because I see

That You are in Me...

So why am I sorry

That you were born?

I'm not..

That was a lot to do

In one day.."

Edradour Cream, and a tour with Ian.

2008-08-18T08:41:00.000-07:00

What a lovely day in Scotland. The purple heather is shining in the moors, sheep are grazing, and the weather is... SHITE!

But I love it frankly.

So today I had another day off and decided to go to Pitlochry. I had a few odds and ends to get and felt like a break from this place, peace be upon Kindrogan.

So after my picking up tomato feed for my sunflowers and a few dvds and magazines to keep me occupied I was told to go the the Moulin Inn, just up the road from the main drag.

Yes, I asked God where to go for lunch and I saw the Moulin very clearly. So I went..
Anyway, some people caught my eye and after ordering haggis, neeps, tatties, and a locally brewed Braveheart Ale, I was approached by a youngish looking blonde haired woman who turned out to be Dianne.

She enquired about my bike and all that I was doing. Where I am from, etc..

Anyway, her and her friend joined me and after a drink and a fag, I hopped in the car with them, bike strapped down in the trunk and we went to, what claims to be, the smallest whiskey distillery in Scotland.

We arrived just in time as our guide Ian, a nice older gentleman with sparkling blue eyes, shiny smooth skin, and a kilt, took us on a tour. Starting with a dram of the local 10 year old single malt. Hmmm... A bit fiery, but smooth going down. God bless Scots whiskey, the only good stuff in the world.

Needless to say, we learned of the ins and outs of making whiskey and local history. The least I could do was treat Dianne and her friend Petra to a coffee afterwards. As a souvenir we could keep the mugs.
That's why it cost £2.50..

What the give in free drams they make up afterwards, but it is all in good spirit, and we loved it.

They just dropped me off and I road the last few miles back to Kindrogan amidst purple heather, dreech skies, and the promise that I will return to work tomorrow.

Where does the future lead?

Onwards and Upwards, to infinity and beyond...

A Date with Lorraine..

2008-08-17T10:12:00.000-07:00

I placed a really dumb ad on Gumtree.. "Any girls into Bald Guys?"
I wanted to know if women thought that bald guys were attractive. The verdict, "Yes!". Now I really didn't plan on dating any of them..
I just plainly wanted to know what women thought. For all my bald friends of course! lol..
Some tof the replies were, "What is the mystery with bald man? They are super sexy!!!"

Another was a hairdresser from Edinburgh who said that the women of Edinburgh "love bald men".

But the most interesting one was from a woman who I think wasn't sure what she wanted, but after a few e-mails decided to jump in the car and drive to have a date.

I responded that maybe this is a bit premature, but she wanted to go for a long drive anyway, and I happened to be on the way.

So we met in Kirkmichael; just down the road from me.

She was a plump woman, shy and had a weird twitch in her neck (but who am I to judge?)

Anyway after a drive to Pitlochry we realized it wasn't going to work and I asked her to take me home.

At that opint she busted down crying and said she was still in love with her ex, Alan.

"Everyone thinks he is a freak, but I love him, the bastarde." in her typically Scottish accent.

here I was a date/drive and turning into Dr. Phil.

So after many tears and ten miles we arrived back at Kindrogan.

I have never been more sober and alert as I was then. I realized what I wanted in life was a not a short relationship with all these hang ups.

Never more have I wanted to retreat to my space with God and search Him..

So, on this day in Kindrogan, after so much learning. I prayed and realized Sam is not for me. I have let her go..
She knows it too. I hope we can still be friends..

After my date/drive with Lorraine, I realized, I need nothing or no one.

What I need is the love that only God can provide for me.

That still peaceful place, where I find myself and know my worth, which no human can fulfill, only share..

Hopefully, that can be fulfilled some day, but in the mean time, there is still work to do.

Love you,

Stu