Crypto

 A younger friend of ours is getting into crypto. The way he explains it is you buy low and sell high. Very like the stock market but more streamlined. The streamlining is something to do with blockchain technology- a thing I keep hearing about but just can't get the hang of. Apparently it's the future. 

Incomprehension is one reason why I won't do crypto. The other is that I can see how it could become an addiction. On the couple of occasions I've inherited stocks and shares I've cashed them in. 

Quakers don't gamble. Ostensibly for moral reasons, but also because it's sound business practice.  Refusing to take any penny that hasn't been honestly worked for was the foundation of a good many fortunes back in the day. A lot of 18th and 19th century Quakers got very, very rich.....

A Metaphysical Conversation With Rudyard Kipling: Delilah Sullivan

 Our friend Edna passed me a magazine which carried a review of this book. Channeling and Rudyard Kipling- two of my favourite things. I had to have it.

Sullivan started chanelling in 2013 and was introduced to Kipling in 2018. The "passages" of conversation in the book (passages is her preferred word) postdate Covid. There are dark times in her recent past....

Kipling in spirit is a wise old thing. He regrets putting less intention into his life as Kipling than he did into his writing. He addresses Delilah as "dearie' which the reviewer found tiresome, but I find, well, endearing. Did Kipling in life call people "dearie"? Well, why not? It would be in character. His love of language embraced the vernacular. For instance he called his children "kids" and sometimes "beloved kids." "Dearie" is something he'd have heard his Sussex neighbours say....

He eschews the language of religion and the New Age. He doesn't speak about "God' or the "Unity" and all those other terms that are losing their vibrancy the more they're used. instead he says "Fortune". He says "Beauty". You know what, I'm tempted to start using them myself.

And he's still a poet.  Here's a passage I really like....

R.K. You know Delilah, when I used to write at my window, I would see the horizon upon the fields. Sometimes the horizon would speak to me. But I wouldn't listen. I would let it wash over me. but I wouldn't listen.

Delilah: What did it say to you?

R.K. It would say: Keep still while I look at you.