With all our members views on spirituality and religion, who is frightened to actually pass on …. or not ?

Hi Everyone 👋 I first wrote this post back in January, but I felt it needed posting again as I'm sure many of you haven't seen it..... I Love You ❤️ When did you last say those words? Not in a text. Not in a rushed goodbye. But really said them. Looked someone in the eyes and let them know. I was sitting here alone this evening, and the thought just came to me. My father passed away fourteen years ago. He was a wonderful man. A true gentleman. Kind, gentle, respected by everyone who knew him. But in all the years I knew him, he never once told me he loved me. ( I was 51 ) And he never hugged me. Not once. Until I told him I loved him a year before he died. That day, we shared our first and last hug. I remember the awkwardness of it. Two men who didn't know how to show affection, finally breaking through something unspoken. It was brief. Uncomfortable. And I still cry when I think about it. Because I wonder—how many hugs did we miss? How many years went by with love sitting there, unspoken, unfelt? He knew I loved him. I knew he loved me. But we never said it. And that's the tragedy. Not that we didn't feel it. But that we let it stay locked inside. So please, if there's someone in your life you love, tell them. Not because you should. Not because I'm telling you to. But because one day, you won't have the chance. And when that day comes, you don't want to be left wondering. With Love ❤️ Always Mark

Not just coincidence—but one of those moments where life seems to line things up in an unexpected way. Perhaps you were thinking about someone, and they called. You kept seeing the same symbol or number before making an important decision. Or a conversation arrived at exactly the right moment. Whether you see synchronicity as psychology, intuition, spirituality, or simply your mind noticing meaningful patterns, it can encourage us to slow down and pay attention. Sometimes the most valuable insights come from the moments we almost dismiss. Have you ever experienced a synchronicity that stayed with you? I'd love to hear your story.

I've noticed an interesting trend recently. More people seem to be asking me about past life regression and, perhaps even more surprisingly, rune readings. Why do you think that is? My own thought is that in an increasingly fast, digital world, many people are looking for something that feels deeper, more symbolic, and more personal. Whether someone sees these practices as spiritual, psychological, or simply a way to reflect, they often encourage us to pause and ask meaningful questions about ourselves. I'm curious... Have you noticed people becoming more interested in older wisdom traditions, or is it just my experience?

Grab a coffee, this is a long post......☕ I have a confession to make. I cry. Often. And not just at the big, obvious things, the tragedies that make the headlines, the disasters that flash across our screens. I cry at the small, quiet, everyday moments that reveal the brokenness of our world. I cry watching a news report about a child who went to bed hungry. I cry reading a social media post about someone who was treated with cruelty simply for being who they are. I cry listening to a podcast about injustice, about ecosystems collapsing, about people fleeing their homes while the rest of us scroll past. And sometimes, I cry at the sheer weight of it all. The tears come unbidden. They well up in my throat, burn behind my eyes, and spill down my cheeks. And in those moments, I feel something visceral, a deep, aching sadness in my chest. A grief that is not just mine, but collective. A sorrow for the state of our world, for the dreadful, unspeakable things that we, all of us, collectively allow to continue. We see it. We know it. And yet, what do we do? We turn a blind eye. We scroll past. We change the channel. We tell ourselves it's too big, too complex, too far away. We shrug our shoulders and say, "I wish I could do something." We wring our hands and mutter, "Someone really should help." We post a black square, a broken heart emoji, a prayer emoji, and then we carry on with our day. And so it continues. The suffering, the exploitation, the destruction. The endless cycle of outrage followed by apathy, of tears followed by silence. But here is the question that keeps me awake at night.... Is our crying a beginning or an ending? Is it just an emotional release, a momentary purge that makes us feel better without changing anything? Or is it the first crack in our armour, the first stirring of something that might actually lead to action? Because I'll be honest... I am tired of just crying. I am tired of feeling sad and then doing nothing. I am tired of the "I wish" that never becomes "I will."