It was once said that Jesus cured the blind, gave sight to those who could not see. And although Jesus was a spiritual healer, I often wonder if helping the blind to see meant removing the blinkers, lifting the veil, helping those around him awaken? Because we don’t see many things, we wander through life lost in our own little world wearing blinkers. As I was once given a perfect example of the sheer blindness of mass gatherings.

So many, many people had flocked to the theatre to watch Cannon and Ball. I knew Bob, and as I stood in the audutorium among the crowds, I sudden spotted Bobby Ball walking the whole length of the room through his fans, and I watched in amazement as not a single person noticed him.

They were all standing around, chatting in groups, looking elsewhere, reading the programmes, etc, as he sauntered past every last one of them. Then walked right by me in his own little world, as I was right there stood in front of him and he didn’t see me. Every person awake with their eyes wide shut! Even as a child, I was with my parents and we walked past Ken Barlow on the street near the Granada studio in Manchester. I smiled and he smiled back, but my parents never noticed him. Another time I was walking along the sea front in Blackpool when I heard a familiar voice behind us, I turned to see Tommy Cooper and he gave me a friendly wink.

But again my parents didn’t hear or recognise that well known, distinctive voice in the bustling Blackpool crowd. And neither did any other person around him, and it was as if his freindly wink was a secret just between me and him. A nod to say, yes you’ve recognised me, but keep it between us, the whole world doesn’t need to know I’m here. So I turned away and walked on with a smile, in both cases. And I never pointed out William Roache or Tommy Cooper to my parents. I have pointed out many things since my awakening and still the blind can’t see. Even when something is staring them in the face, just like I was with Bobby Ball, just as Bob was also unseen that day by the crowd, I could not believe nobody noticed him

And so blindness preveils as this mass collective sleep walk continues, as people bury their heads in the sand, in fear of the truth, the collapse, the chaos. While the 1% can see a new world rising from the ashes, bigger and better than ever the masses say we are the ones living in ignorant slumber

So many afraid to look, afraid of disruption, who would rather live under a lie than face the truth. Because the truth hurts, truth rocks the boat, just like many families once ignored the sexual abuse of children in their own home. Because it was easier than facing the consequences of that reveal.

The divorce, the father going to jail, the money troubles it would cause, neighbours knowing our business, the shame and stigma. So it was easier to call the child a liar, just as the truth is branded the lie in society today!

No one wants to hear it as it may bring down a government, and we need somebody, anybody to run our lives for us, no matter how corrupt. It may bring a monachy down that we’ve been so proud of, that made us feel special in the world, so such humiliation would be too great to handle.

Some are ready for change, but the majority wish to stay safe in their comfort zone, despite it never really being a safe place, as we suffer as much as the abused child in the long run. Oppressed, down trodden, beaten, stole from, imprisoned, depressed, hopeless, helpless and unsafe.

So just like the abused child that grew up, spoke up and needed therapy, we too must go through hell to reach heaven. We have no choice, this has been forced upon us until we break, reveal all wrongs and stop our abuser.

Only then will we heal, only then can we find ourselves, only then will we be free… to grow, to rebuild, to work toward real prosperity in our lives. I am doing these things before the inevitable collapse… learning, growing, shifting, awakening. Working on my own therapy, working to prosperity.

Making the changes on the inside that I wish to see on the outside, not just in my immediate surroundings, not just in my home, street or town, but world wide. Because I know it only takes one spark to light a fire, and there are many individual sparks in our world, lighting their own fires.

And those around them may feel the heat and find that uncomfortable. They may douse their home, praying it doesn’t catch fire. But there is nothing they can do to stop the flames. Like the forest fires sweeping the globe, they will be forced out of their comfort zone. Their wooden stable will be burnt to the ground, but we will rise from those ashes and rebuild. Rebuild not just a fire proof home on solid foundations, but a life worth living, a future for our children and grand children, and a perfect world.

So next time you go out there, open your eyes, and look for the stars in our heavenly skies and on earth. As the stars are there for you, to help the blind see, to show you where you came from, and how important your awakening is to our existence and survival, in this magical world we call home. Earth is just a pin head in the universe, we are merely a dot on the landscape, each of us a tiny spark, but never underestimate what a small spark can do. We are bigger, stronger and more powerful than we believe.