The Journey of a Shaman

By Michael Yaxk'in

This book is born out of the idea that we are all essentially one with a prime source of energy.

We are all on a journey of the soul, searching and seeking out our true nature.
It has been carefully created to reflect that we are more than we have been taught in our schools and society.

We have been placed into a dream, which is an illusionary one but one which our spiritual essence seeks to be awakened from.

It has been written to inspire and excite others to follow the path of the heart, the one heart, and realize their full potential of unlimited possibilities that exists when you allow the higher realms to guide ones journey.

This book charts the challenges and magical experiences that Michael has uncovered on his path of remembrance.

The reader is reminded that the journey is the contract between souls and the heavenly realms, which reveals the truth of their being.

The story takes on a personal adventure of ancient discoveries of past lives intermingled with present life clues into Michaels true essence as a spiritual warrior of light.

It aims to show the reader that even those people who have assumed that their life has no meaning and who may not have achieved an academic standing still can achieve accolades beyond their wildest imagination just by working for the heavenly realms.

The book attempts to nudge the reader to further explore the soul and the many adventures that await those who choose to follow the path back to the light.

Michael wishes to pass on the wisdom he has acquired for the benefit of helping other light beings evolve and return the surface of Mother Earth back to the light.

By believing in ones self, the reader can be elevated in a direction that, out of faith and the power of love, comes only magical good in ones life.

Believing is seeing, not the other way round, as we have been taught.

Following this parameter, the initiated and dedicated student of light begins to believe in himself and to find the clues, answers, which open doors for them.

Belief is part of your consciousness; your soul already knows whom one is.
Now is the time of your remembering!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press
• Release date: Nov 30, 2017
• ISBN: 9781504389273

Michael Yaxk'in

Michael Yaxk'in is a Mayan Yuum Balum, Jaguar Priest, a Reiki and Seichem shamanic healer and teacher of ancient cosmic knowledge. Michael at age seven came into the human body, a term called a Walk-in or Blue star. His Divine essence is from the Sirius Star system known as Akonowai. This is home of the Great Blue Lodge who work closely to the Spiritual Hierarchy of Heavenly realms. Michael is a channel for the higher realms and currently resides in the United Kingdom. Michael, like many thousands of walk-ins come into the physical 3D realm with much of their spiritual gifts and abilities intact. Michael remained in the illusionary 3D experience until the Divine moment when his moment of awakening and remembering was triggered by a visitation of the Beloved Mother Mary which has catapulted his journey of become his true self. After a series of past life experiences became known to him in this life he went through a training stage of levels of Reiki and Seichem into mastership. With guidance from higher realms Michael has embarked on many adventures over many years along his path deep within the Mayan world, uncovering his ancestral past. Beloved Blessings, gratitude, love and light to the Angelic realm, Ancestors, Ascended Masters, Prime Creator, the Spiritual Hierarchy and Galactic Federation of Light, whom without their beautiful guidance and assistance this book would not be possible.

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CONTENTS

1     The beginning

2     Peter, Bergen Belsen and the emergence of deep rooted pain.

3     The Hammer Blow

4     Loosing myself in grief and returning from a near death experience

5     Beloved Master Mother Mary, my Saviour

6     Sing Hosanna to the King of Kings!

7     Chichen Itza and my Beginning of Mexico

8     After My First Journey

9     The Tables Turned

10   Randolph’s Leap

11   The Pleiadean Emissaries of Light, Nina and the Nativity

12   You have important work to do

13   My Long Awaited Reunion to Chiapas, Mexico

14   Palenque / Nah Chan Kaan

15   Kohunlich

16   Coba and Ek Balam

17   Chichen Itza, Uxmal and Dzibilchaltun

18   Spring Equinox at Chichen Itza

19   Back to the UK with a bump and a regression session

20   Mexico and Guatemala

21   March 21st 2010 Spring Equinox

22   Ek Balam and Nah Chan Kaan

23   Flores, Guatemala and the sacred city of Tikal

24   Antigua, Chichi and the chicken bus of death

25   Lago de Atitlan, The lake of Atlantis

26   The long haul back to Mexico and my brother Peter

27   More of Lord Kumeka and the truth behind the wisdom

28   Unearthing a darker past

29   Now is the time to remember your past Michael!

30   Getting in tune with Gaia

31   More Adventures into the Mayab

32   Teotihuacan and the heads of Tonina

33   Blessed Mother Mary and Izapa the Celestial Observatory

34   Calakmul and Balam Ku

35   A Return to Pablo and the story of my Sacred Mayan Stones

36   Back home again, the 11/11/11 Stargate activation, the 5/5/5 portal and the Galactic alignment of May the 21st 2012

37   The Venus Transit of the 6th of June 2012

38   Back To The Mayab and Meeting Mother Mary At The Basilica

39   Tula/ Atlantis and Cholula

40   Palenque, Yaxchilan and Bonampak

41   Izamal, Ake, Autumnal Equinox and the Ancient Sacred Jaguar from the Ancestors

42   Tulum, the UK and the Reflections of my Journeys

43   13.0.0.0.0 Cycle Convergence and the Winter Solstice 2012

This book is born out of a sacred journey, firstly upon being asleep in a dream, like most people in the Western World, under the veil of forgetfulness. Then to having my life turned upside down or rather I should say having it turned the light way up by a series of magical events which began with an apparition of the beloved Ascended Master Mother Mary, who miraculously appeared to me whilst in my home. This divinely timed moment was the signal for me to be awoken, and begin healing my current incarnation, followed by remembering my ancient past as a high priest in the sacred continent of old know as the Atlantean experiment shown to me. Since the first visitation of Mother Mary, I have received from the Galactic’s a past life recall of various lives as a Mayan Shaman Priest in Palenque, Chichen Itza and initiated into becoming a Reiki and Seichem Master before becoming a Shamanic healer and finally a Mayan Shaman, a Yuum Balum (Jaguar Priest) once again. In short a true and complete transformation has taken place within me. Along the way I have visited sacred sites throughout Mexico and Guatemala, been initiated by the living Maya and received ancient knowledge from the various teaching universities in the Mayan lands, what we have become accustomed to calling temples and pyramids. These are actual timeless pieces of ancient wisdom that hold keys to sacred knowledge and teaching the initiate whenever they visit them. It is perhaps more accurate to say that these sacred sites act as a trigger, initiating the wisdom we all carry deep within from times long past, thereby remembering as a posed to learning anything.

It is Great Spirit that decides the optimal time when the individual is to take the sacred path of becoming a Mayan shaman priest or any kind of shaman and therefore not the conscious individual themselves. Nor is it any other living being who can determine the appropriate moment and thus such a journey cannot be taking likely. Indeed a great amount of time, effort, honesty, courage, determination, love and above all trust is required for this complete transformation. Trusting in the process that is unfolding from Source, from the Ancestors, and the highly evolved beings that I have had the greatest honour of serving for is a huge step for one who has lived for many years and previous incarnations on the opposite side of love, both the ying and the yang. It brings me to tears to be able to serve the Prime Creator, who the Maya call Kili’ich Hunab Ku. I am therefore very blessed to be gifted with this great opportunity of my divine mission. As my Mayan brothers say it’s not the colour of ones skin which determines you as Mayan. It is the living Mayan consciousness, the higher form of elevated consciousness that the Maya had lived by long ago in ancient times and some still continue to express this living way of the Shaman today. They have carried this torch of sacredness into the 21st century, holding the light high into these turbulent periods where it is needed more now than ever to restore the balance. This book is dedicated to the thousands of people who believe there is no more hope, no more love in a sick and dying world, and who suffer day after day with depression, loneliness and believe that no soul on Earth loves, let alone understands them. These forgotten people feel detached, different and isolated from the rest of society because they are beings of a different sort. They have struggled to mingle, to fit in for they have come to Mother Earth with a mission from Source, Heaven to be the light where darkness has reigned and be the way showers of love and restore the balance in a world that is far from loving. The first part of their journey involves their awakening to the truth of whom they really are from the slumber of forgetfulness. It is for this purpose I came to enlighten these brave souls. I also dedicate this to my dear friends, my spiritual family who, through all the trials and tribulations of my life, have stood by me, guiding me in so many varied ways. They have been my rock and a guiding hand as I slowly transformed. I am so thankful to our beloved Prime Creator, the Angelic realm, my guides, the Ancestors, Ascended Master, Cosmic Maya, the Galactic Federation of Light and my brother Peter, who have brought me back from surely the brink of devastation, renewed my faith and shown me the light and the true face of love and compassion in this world. A world I have tried so many times to leave through numerous attempted suicide bids. A World where the Creator and his legions of light beings have encouraged me not leave until I have completed my soul’s contract of shinning the light where once only darkness has reigned.

To be an emissary of light for the Creators benevolent will, like millions of other Children of the light, carefully positioned upon Gaia is not easily explained using conventional thinking. It comes from the heart, through feelings and knowings that subtly rise to the surface and guide us through the challenges and obstacles of living. Only together, your heart mind and human form operating in unison, a connectedness to Heaven can we reach the goal of lifting human beings to the higher realms again, bringing about an evolutionary change of living in peace, harmony, unity and love on our beloved Mother Terra, Heaven on Earth.

This book is a journey, the path of the Shaman and is a perhaps the most difficult of challenges along the Spiritual unfolding of oneself to become light again. It is thwart with many pitfalls that have been carefully orchestrated to assist the initiate, however we often mistake these forks in the roads as negative ones, until we see that the Universe behind the scenes is working in our favour, always.

My journey gives glimpses of past lives, incarnations, lives we have all undertaken on this blue and green planet we call Earth.

I have tried to write this book in the very consciousness in which I was experiencing events at that moment, at each growth step I undertook in my life. And in the very mindset I strived to live through. The aim is simple, to show and address the events of my life, my humble beginnings and how this growth has effected my spiritual awareness so that the reader may better grasp the dramatic changes I have lived through. And how this personal evolutionary path has changed the course of my life on every major level into the being of light I am now. It is also the best way of teaching through direct experiences that anything can be achieved if you allow yourself to completely trust and surrender to the mind of the Divine. By giving your heart, mind and soul freely to Heaven you become a channel to receive answers for the solutions which best suit your Divine mission. No one on Earth can tell you the best direction in which to travel on your path, they can certainly assist you along the way. Ultimately your choices are yours and yours alone. Your life script begins by your soul making an agreement called a soul contract before you incarnate from the higher realms to this lower density environment. The lower realm of the 3rd dimensional existence has a veil, shrouding and blocking us from seeing the light from the higher realms. Because of this we forget our individual missions when born on Earth. Most of humanity is not aware of the contracts in which we all undertake prior to human birth. We quite literally forget whom we truly are, that we are Divine in every sense of the word. We have to first lose our very identity in order to find our true selves once again.

The Creator once explained this to me in a way I could easily fathom… Michael, if you view yourself as light, and light is all you can see around you, all you have ever experienced. How could you then know that which is, without first knowing that which is not

She is referring to a frame of reference that is required to first know oneself, we must first know what we are not, what darkness is to comprehend what the light is.

It is very true my dearest Sisters and Brothers, my Cosmic family that we are all part of the whole, the ONE, inter-connected to all of life, we are the living embodiment of the Creator on Earth. The Divine dwells within us all each day, through our experiences of everyday life in all ways (Always), until the end of time. (Which by the way is a constant, a never ending existence)

We are all, the essence of the Creator, the spark of love, and our over-Soul is eternal.

Life is a circle with no beginning and no end, the cycle of life

(Lord Kumeka)

1

The beginning

"I was born on the Seventh ray, hey-ho

And my path is a rainbow trail, hey-ho hey-ho

From the Stars to the Earth I came, hey-ho

A Rainbow warrior I am,

A Rainbow warrior I am"

The life of this body began in the summer of 1969, the summer of love as it’s affectionately known. In the Mayan sacred count of days, (Tz’olk’in or Cholq’ij) I was born on 3 Chikchan, the Serpent, in Yucatec Mayan or Kan/ Chan in the K’iche and Kaqchikel Mayan Languages. Both have the same meaning, the sign of the Creator/ Hunab Ku. It symbolizes the force of the universe, the vision of the Mayan people. Natives of this sign have the ability to handle extremely powerful energies. Within their core they harbour the mysteries of old, revealing inside information. Kan is the warmth of the Plumed Serpent, which appears on the horizon and communicates between the Heart of the Earth and the Heart of the Sky. A manifestation of inner fire, the very same snake energy that dwells within the human body. In the ancient healing art of Reiki it is referred to as the kundalini life force energy. In the ancient Chinese tradition it is the Chi.

I have the most wonderful Mother anyone could ever wish for and two sisters and a brother. I was the youngest, the baby as they all used to tease me with. However I have no conscious memory until the age of seven years old. This is in part because I am a walk-in, or Star seed, a term that describes a highly advanced being who has come from another Star system, for me that is Sirius, Earth’s second Sun and where my divine essence, my soul originates from.

Walk-ins or Blue Stars enter a human body who have been born like everyone else on Earth in the conventional way through the birthing canal of the Mother’s womb but when the original soul either wants to leave the body or has fulfilled it’s soul’s purpose, their contract. Each one of us has free will to come and leave as we choose, although this is not something we consciously decide upon but rather at three levels of consciousness. The first is the one we as humans are normally aware of and function from in daily 3rd dimensional reality. However we also exist in super and sub-consciousness forms which we generally are not aware of, unless you are functioning in the knowing that you are a Spiritual being first and foremost. Your inner wisdom of light, whom you really are knows this at a much higher level of existence.

Part of our divine essence, an aspect of the soul, a piece of the I AM Presence which is Love and of the Creator is at the same time multi-dimensional, and therefore the soul is divided into other realms which function throughout the Multi-Verse.

In 3rd Dimension reality a person is born in the conventional fashion into the matrix reality of illusion, and thus at the moment of birth goes through a process of forgetfulness. This is the purpose of the matrix to make the soul forget it’s origins, that it is part of the Oneness of Source, the Creator. The birthing canal itself is a constructed vortex, a barrier which divides higher realms from lower 3D realms. This process tricks the human aspect of the mind into thinking it is limited from the very start of birth.

There are heavenly ways of circumventing this forgetfulness, the soul can bypass this procedure after a human body has been birthed in the normal way and thus allow an elevated consciousness to exist in a human body whilst in lower 3D realms.

This is called a Walk-in, a Star seed and in my case I’m a Blue Star, because I’m from Sirius. Depending on the contract of the soul, you may know your a Walk-in from that very moment, or perhaps like me you may have to live in the 3D world, submerged in the world of illusion until this inner knowing is activated at the divine moment, when your ready to walk your path. With a walk-in, the incoming soul will gather around the human body as a small ball of light, (although this size does differ when housed within the physical form) whilst the old soul is still within the body to learn from it, it’s traits as it were. This is very important if the new soul does not want to attract any unwanted attention from family members and friends who already know the human body, or what I like to call the human vessel. The new soul then, whom I am now, had to learn the character traits of this body. Once my soul had learnt the tricks of how to react my soul then condensed itself into a smaller form of light and entered my body along side the existing soul. Again this is to allow my soul to get accustomed to the body and once more learn from it’s new home. Once this has been accomplished, which usually is a couple of months the original soul leaves the body and returns to Source, leaving this soul, my soul to grow as all souls do within the human form. For me though I could not recall all of this until many years later, until my Spiritual awakening had occurred. So those memories that I had recorded before the Walk-in are that of the original hosting soul that have been recorded in cellular memory within my body. Therefore I could not access them until I had remembered whom I really were, after my awakening in later life.

Please note as humans beings we grow spiritually in increments of seven years.

Many years later I discovered apart of this missing puzzle which also shed light on my birth. In my Mothers womb I turned face down just prior to birth which resulted in bruising on my face when I emerged into this world. My family were overly concerned that this bruising was a birth mark but thankfully the damaged healed within days. I received the full story as it were from a friend Belinda, via the Company of Heaven over 40 years later, sparked by a memory of a sense of smell which confirmed and highlighted this truth to me. At the moment of my birth, when the previous soul had entered the body I became aware of the journey, the life I was to undergo, and it frightened the day lights out of me. I certainly didn’t want to emerge hence I turned over in the womb, refusing to come out. You might call it being stubborn, well that fits my description some what.

My Father, who never really had vested interest in me, to be honest he could not be bothered in any of his children. I do not or can not blame him now we all come down to Earth for our own reasons of personal growth. I know he is in the higher realms now looking down on us all and as a father he tried his best and did what he thought was right at the time. It took me many years to see this from that perspective. I had a lot of bitterness and anger attached to this before my wake up call up and needed to release this resentment towards him with love and compassion. I was brought up in the West Midlands in England, the UK. My own father figure was my dear brother Peter, who was 12 years my senior. I always looked up to him for guidance during his earth years and as I later discovered, one of my future guides in the Spirit world. So we’d already developed a special bond in both realms. My younger sister Aileen, who is two years older than I, were close in childhood, although we fought like cat and dog during our growing hormone teenage years. Of course I love her dearly now, my first memory after my walk in experience was with my sister Aileen. It was the summer of 1976 in England. The summer of love as they say. We’d had a terrific heat wave that went on for months on end and also coincided with the school holidays. My dad had been doing some up grades to the bathroom, taking out our old bath. It was one of the old style baths made of chrome and steel. To remove it from the bathroom he broke it into two sections and put it in our back garden. Aileen and I each took turns cleaning in the new plastic bath my dad had just installed prior to bed time. The weather was still very hot and humid even by 8 pm, and so my sister and I went outside to play about in the garden. We played the old wheel barrow game, where by I was the handle of the barrow, holding my sisters legs and she was the barrow section. Hey, we were still very young and innocent, me being only seven. All of a sudden, my sister accidentally pushed me backwards, towards the old bath lying where my father had placed it. Well you can almost guess what happened next. Yep, that’s right I fell back onto the protruding metal edged broken bath, which penetrated my spine several inches. I remembered lying down on our living room sofa, face down with my Mum panic stricken. She could see the hole in my spine, but unusually no blood came out of the wound. We were waiting firstly for the local doctor to come out, before later travelling to hospital.

What I know now, that this was the first of many miracles which have occurred to me. That day I should have been paralysed without a doubt. Heaven and the Angels were certainly with me that day, insuring no physical harm befell me. As I said that was my first memory and the point when my soul bonded to me, the moment my Blue star, walk-in first merged.

My entire family was never what you call religious in any sort of way. Deep down in my heart I’ve always know there was a God, but I certainly did not preach about it. I have always, as a youngster felt a bit odd, out of place with reality, and did not really fit in with most circles. I did go to Sunday school around the ages of nine and ten, although that was only occasionally. The whole going into a Church thing has never appealed to me, alarm bells would be ringing within me. I suppose I’ve always had a certain resistance to the doctrine that religion has preached, not revealing the truth of Christ and the history we have been taught in the Bible. At school though, oh wow how I really hated it. Firstly I was dropped down a year, in infant school, because of my birthday fell into a certain criteria. This bracket all but reversed before joining secondary school leaving me in limbo as I missed a year of learning to move back up a year. School was so boring, definitely not for me. I didn’t want to learn anything as I knew it was a waste of time for me. My soul knew just how much it was a form of control and therefore it strongly resisted. School was as though it was something I had to endure under protest. I came out of school with no grades at all, absolutely zip. This didn’t deter me though as I knew many other talents lay within me.

One memorable experience was that of the family film, The Jungle Book. Being very connected during my early years I would often receive insights at this tender age. My first lesson was that The bear necessities of life will come to you Pardon the pun, but seeing Bagheera, the black Panther (Jaguar) who found the little Indian boy, Man cub in the jungle struck me as a very poignant marker for my future. It would be over 30 years until this relationship with Jaguars would re-surface again and remind me of it’s importance to the real me. Another program which caught my eye was The High Chaparral. The one which sticks out the most was called Our Lady of Guadalupe This was the tale of Mother Mary in Mexico, and again showed me in advance what lay ahead on my path.

Family life was not the happy experience many of the kids I knew enjoyed due to my father, there was always tension going on and we’d all be walking on egg shells around dad. Up to the age of thirteen I was mostly on my own. And out of the house when ever I could, out of reach of my fathers anger. Being outside in nature was my escape from everything, it was where I could feel most happiest. No matter what the weather was like come rain, snow or sunshine I so loved to be outside whether it was in my garden, in the park or the local woods it suited me to be on the Earth. Feeling the beauty and love of Mother Earth was my playground. And when the Sun was shinning it was the simple things that brought me the most pleasure. The Sun was my battery pack, totally energizing me. As darkness came I would always be fascinated with the array of stars that shone brightly above me. Star light star bright first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might have this wish I wish tonight was always a favourite of mine during those early years. I would often look up to the stars and wonder my place in it, and deep in my soul I knew that’s where I came from. My addiction to the great outdoors carried me well into my teenage years too. By then I’d acquired some friends who were out and about as much as I. Although our interests had changed some what as we grew older. Beginning with long walks around the local streams and rivers, swimming in them, making the most of what UK summer brought or playing football until it got dark. My greatest fear then was my father as I could not bring myself to allow my friends to my home and meet him, I felt so embarrassed at the way he behaved. Their own fathers were such a different contrast to mine, thus I felt the need to keep my friends away from seeing his antics.

I could also see how badly my Mum’s marriage was with him, this always upset me at the time. I always remember coming down early in the mornings at weekends and during school holidays into the kitchen to sit with my mum. Warming ourselves by having the cooker on and opening the door. We never had the comfort of central heating during those days. I could always feel how very sad she was with her life being married to my dad. All I could do was to give my love and hug her. I have always loved cuddling up to my mum, as I said she is the greatest mum in the world to me. This was my way of showing her, no matter how bad my dad behaved I loved her and that’s all that matters. As my brother and older sister Debby were more than ten years older than I was, they were away a lot. They had both joined the army at a young age. In fact most of my relations had been in the military which included my dad when he was fifteen. This is another reason why I can now relate to his character differences. I knew he had suffered badly with trauma from his service, although he would never admit to it. He was far too proud to admit that. That was the way of things with many men from a military background during the 40’s, 50’s and 60’s. My Dad had served in Malaya and Cyprus seeing much violence along the way. On the rare occasion he did speak about a part of his military career, he told me about jungle warfare in Malaya and the death and destruction he witnessed from the hands of the militia. He stopped himself from exhibiting any emotion by changing the subject to his favourite love, football.

I always looked forward to when my brother came home from leave, a term used to describe holidays in the army. I would wait outside his bedroom door for ages waiting for him to wake up. He wasn’t lazy, quite to the contrary, anyone who has spent time in the army will tell you often you don’t get much sleep. Army life is very exhausting much of the time, so when you get the opportunity to sleep in you do. This was exactly what my brother did whilst home on leave. I always cherished those moments when he’d wake up, spending time with me. The little things like taking me down to the park in his car, where we ate strawberry split lollies and I would listen to him chat away whilst we watched people in the park playing football. Those inconsequential things always stood out for me, the simple things. To me he was my dearest big brother and also my father figure and I loved him so much for that. Replacing my dad as he did was something I really craved and knowing now we are bonded souls. He took care of me then and he does now as my guide. He’s been given another opportunity to do it all over again. I do miss the physical presence of him though, so very much, but were move onto that in a while.

I suppose I’ve always had my spiritual essence making an appearance inside of me even at a tender young age. Just sitting there patiently biding the time when I’d have full spiritual awareness again.

I have a deep connection with the Sun and Archangel Michael, having the same name as this beautiful being of pure love and light most certainly helps. I also loved and still love the Heavenly Mother and Father, our wonderful Creator. Michael means, He who is like God. Michael is also the Angel of the Sun, the Sun moves along an invisible path called the Michael line. Churches in many countries are dedicated to Archangel Michael. When I was about ten and eleven I would go to the cathedral in my town and sit on a grass bank opposite a huge statue of Archangel Michael. We often talked in my heart mind and whilst asleep when I’d astral travel back to the higher realms through my heart to home in Sirius. I couldn’t bring myself to enter churches something within always drove me to steer clear of them Religion has done an outstanding job of how to not show the balance of unity from the Goddess, the sacred role of Women in ancient times and their counterparts the God of Man.

The bible was deliberated and written by men, many of whom were dark beings from other star systems, 150 years after the death of Christ’s physical body. The Divine teachings of Lord Jesus Christ of the Light, known as Yeshua from that period and as foretold in the Bible does not speak of any disciples other than Men, in truth there were many women disciples, including Mary Magdalene, Christ’s partner, his wife. We must remember that Christ was not a Christian, that religion came later.

During these early years I remember looking up to the Sun mesmerized by the sheer beauty and power of this heavenly body. As a youngster I’d play with a magnifying glass, watching the energy, the powerful rays of Father Sun beam down through the lens of the glass onto fallen pears and apples in our back garden in awe. Then doing what most curious boys do, seeing how long I could hold my hand under the magnifying glass before the the Sun burnt my hand. I always remembered watching a Solar eclipse around that time, taking no heed from my Father when he told me not to look directly at the Sun because it will damage your eyes. A sheer defiance in me took hold and I would do it anyway. In my heart I knew what was best for me, I knew Father Sun would never damage my retinas, some how I knew. Just like I know now that skin cancer does not come from Father Sun, the Divine mind does not create so called mistakes. That beautiful orange orb in the sky is not the culprit. If we need to find such fault then look no further than when skin cancer began to materialise more commonly during the 1950’s and 60’s, around the same time suntan lotions became widely available and when damage to our ozone layer became much worse because of CFC’s raising into the higher atmospheres. One must also remember that once a disease like skin cancer or any other for that matter is talked about on a daily basis it becomes embedded in the psyche and becomes our reality, it becomes a global consciousness experience of all in the matrix of this illusion we call reality, indeed the mind is a very powerful tool. But used wisely and positively it can bring us all our hearts desires. We are constantly in act of recreating ourselves and we do it so well most of us are unaware of the inner power we all harbour, the power of thought. Used with clear heart mind intent and used for the inherent goodness for which it was conceived, we can make a decisively positive and bright future for all humanity.

As I grew in to my teens I would see my brother less and less. He had left the army and was driving heavy goods vehicles delivering car parts to companies around the UK. He was living relatively close to our home but worked unsociable hours. He’d still be around to take me out occasionally to football matches, or soccer to the American reader. We both loved our football and our local team who were at the time in the top division and would play in the major cities of the UK and whenever we could we would travel to watch them. My Brother would always keep me under a tight leash due to the amount of football violence that was rife during the 1970 and 80’s. I always felt particularly safe from harm under his wing, he would grip me close, having the foresight to avoid any troubles and steering me away before events took on a violent nature, which they often did.

I also had fond memories of going to see my Mum’s side of the family, to Yorkshire where her two sisters lived and where I’d play with my cousins. I especially was fond of my Auntie Mae because she was so warm and loved her Angels, like me. I would love to sit for what seemed like hours and listen to the adults talk. My other auntie, Marjorie and her husband Uncle Johnny had an allotment with the best harvest of fresh vegetables I have ever tasted. And I would sit and watch him attend to his large crop. To me that was fun out in nature, watching as he created life by growing plants and vegetables and come harvest time we could get to taste his prized little gem lettuce.

The downside of going to Yorkshire was the drive up there. My Mother didn’t drive so my Dad was the designated driver. The norm was a dad who’d moan and swear a lot at those other bloody idiots on the road, as he called them.

Even when we went on our holidays to the coast in Devon or Bournemouth it was not fun for me or any of us. We’d always be on edge, treading on egg shells when my father was about. There was a caravan site in Bournemouth we visited a lot during our summer breaks, but we’d all be dreading it except him. Being stuck in a caravan, a confined space with him was made worse for my Mum, my younger sister and I. I’d try to get out as much as possible, finding a quiet spot down by the river or just sit and watch as people fished. Watching the majestic water running along the river always fascinated and calmed me, the closer I got to nature the simpler life became.

How my mum ever coped all those years God only knows. Still she is from that generation where her children came first no matter what the outward appearances were. It must of got to her to see other families getting along and being so happy on their own holidays. One particular year when I was far too young to remember she just up sticks, leaving him whilst away on our holidays, she climbed out of the car, taking me with her. The result of which was rather profound as my dad never said a thing during the remainder of the holiday. Looking back I can’t remember a single moment when I’d had what you call fun in the company of my father. I could clearly see how other fathers behaved and it vexed me so much. I used to play football a lot, even my dad loved his football and his beloved Arsenal. I tried to have something in common with him, I was a very good footballer, as was he when he used to play for the army. But his response to me was always shush, shush as he watched football on the TV. I was obviously calling out for his attention and love and frequently found it lacked support. In my mind I was screaming out for him to connect with me, not understanding why he loved football only not the football I played. This was a hammer blow for me, seeing the bond with other kids Dad’s and my friends fathers. I just yearned for the attention I saw in other families and I suppose that’s why I loved my uncle’s Johnny and Fred, auntie Mae’s husband in Yorkshire and of course my brother because they played and had fun with me and my sister Aileen.

School as a teenager was much like my previous schools, I did not like being there refusing to work hard in getting an education. It never made any sense to me, I knew I was being preconditioned by the system and I did not like it one single bit. I was always a very creative person being left handed but not intellectual in the ways of the system of schooling. As my Mum used to say your better with your hands Michael. Looking for inspiration we should note that Dian Fossey, failed her veterinary exam. Her love for the mountain Gorillas is legendary, it inspired her book and later the film Gorillas in the mist that starred Sigourney Weaver. As her headstone famously portrays- No one loved Gorillas more.

During my teenage years I always looked young for my age so I used to take advantage of this by protecting myself, hanging out with the toughest lad in school which kept the bullies away. Who is going to mess with you when your best mate is big, strong with a beard at the age of thirteen. His nick name ironically was Wolfe.

School came and went in a flash for me, and the sooner the better as far as I was concerned. I would associated mostly with other friends outside of school who lived close by me but who attended a different school to me. And in those early days, my friends school and mine were always at logger heads fighting each other whereas I’d choose not fight either of them. The lesser of two evils as it were. I would sit on the fence, so to speak because I would not be at odds between my friends and school mates. Thinking about it I am sure it was Heavens way of making sure I was not involved in any kind of violent acts that would damage me mentally and physically.

In 1982 the Falklands conflict begun and my cousin Andrew who had joined the military was sent to be part of that war. I remember he was very proud to be chosen out of the many army regiments tasked to restore the peace.

Moving away from the politics of who owns what part of the world whether that be the Falklands (Malvinas) and how it’s determined, still a sticking point for some. Andrew was taken to war on the cruise liner the QE2 which was quickly assembled as a go between troop carrier. As the conflict progressed there were daily news bulletins on the events of the South Atlantic, of course I was engrossed in it’s outcome, having family posted in that theatre of operations was new to me. Being only 13 yrs old at that time it was most unusual to have my Mum greet me just after leaving school one day. As a young boy I certainly didn’t want my Mother turning up and ruin my street credibility, however she met me to tell me the sad news that Andrew was missing and presumed dead. During this conflict, Andrew and his regiment had been relocated from the QE2 to the troop ship the RFA (Royal Fleet Auxiliary) Sir Galahad and sister ship RFA Sir Tristram which was attacked by Argentinian fighter jets on a sortie that resulted in a bombardment of the troop ships before the lads could disembark onto Bluff cove on the 8th June 1982. The delay in getting the UK forces on the ground was a military blunder of the highest magnitude, for the troop ships effectively had no air cover for disembarking, a big no, no in military terms. Although the Argentinian Aircraft were spotted on route there was a delay in getting the Royal Air force tasked. After the attack several of the Argentinian fighters were shot down with the unfortunate loss of their aircrews. Andrew was one of 48 whom had died on Sir Galahad and 56 in total from that air raid. Significant damage occurred to HMS Plymouth and RFA Sir Tristram.

Andrew’s closest friend was a lad called Simon Weston, who survived the attack suffering with 25% third degree burns. As the years have rolled by Simon has endured 75 critical operations over a 22 year period. Simon’s story as relayed by him to my Auntie Marjorie was he’d left Andrew to go to the toilet moments before the air raid and was sadly unsuccessful at trying to save Andrew and other friends as the 500 lb bombs were dropped on Sir Galahad. Like many Andrew was surrounded by ammunition of all sorts awaiting disembarkation, which came all too late. Over the years as Simon has opened up from that trauma we have learnt that he sustained his injuries whilst trying to save Andrew and other friends that day. This must be such a harrowing ordeal for Simon to over come, and who later went on to name his children from the memory of his fallen comrades. Some how my family managed to get a copy of a photo they took on their trip down on the QE2, it is a timely reminder that only one of the four boys pictured would be coming home.

It was the first gut wrenching moment I’d ever experienced, to lose someone whom I knew so well. It bestowed upon me the terrible waste, not only of Andrew’s life but the lives of everyone who’ve gone into battle over territorial disputes. It really effected me emotionally because I could begin to see that this archaic form of violence solves nothing but only perpetuates the cycle of it. Obviously this devastated my Auntie and Uncle and all their family far worse than I, and who sadly can’t forgot their loss. It was especially potent of not having a body to bring home and bury. There was also no funeral conducted, no reminder and no way to grieve in the conventional sense.

Finishing the final years of schooling I did not have the slightest clue as to what I wanted to do with my life. I literally ventured into the unknown, feeling very lost in not knowing which direction I was to take and achieving no qualifications to get me anywhere. I was fifteen years old due to my birthday falling in the summer and I was still very immature. After having the ear bashing from my Dad about leaving school with no education. I found myself applying for what was then called a youth training scheme. This was a governmental scheme designed to get the youth of those days into work. It was tailored around having a particular training for a couple of years, depending on the area of work you were seeking. Having very little clue as to what I wanted to achieve in life I went for this option purely out of lack of options. This idea of training scheme was for employers to allow these apprentices to work at their companies one day a week, thereby getting work experience in the hopes they could find employment with the company after the scheme had completed. I choose carpentry, bricklaying, painting and decorating as my career. To