Now that you know how to experience reality, you can begin to play with it, you begin to engage with the reality of present energy - quantum energy - because you are fully engaged or, at least, more fully engaged in the here and now. That makes you a player. Up to now, you haven't even been a spectator - there was this fabulous game of life going on and you were watching old black and white action replays... or inaction replays! But now you're in the game.

As we now know, to get in the game, you've got to train - and train hard. I don't mean hard in the effortful sense, I mean that you've got to do it daily, to discipline yourself, to make yourself a little uncomfortable - something that I'll return to in coming Ezines. And, to stay in the game, you've got to keep at it, keep nudging yourself, challenging yourself. But, now that you're playing, you need to know why you're playing and what you want out of it.

If we're to stick with the "playing the game of life" analogy, I need to explain that like, all big games, this is one you should play to win. It's not that life's a competition - quite the contrary - but you need to know what your goals are, what they look like and feel like and how they'll look and feel for those that are truly important to you and for you in your life. In other words, this is not "my goal" - it's what I want so that it's best for me and everyone that matters. This is the bit that is so often missing when we poor, normally-minded people attempt to define success... we think of what we want, not what is best for all concerned.

So, now that your mind will work for you - instead of the normal situation where your mind normally works against you (it never idles in neutral) - you've got to address what it is you truly want. This is often a problem for many people - they think it's some kind of huge unanswerable question, something to do with the meaning of life. But it's not, it's got to do with getting out of this year, this month, this week, this day and this next ten minutes what is best for you and yours as you move towards the kind of life, in perfect balance, that would see everyone benefit, everyone be happy, everyone have enough, everyone be healthy and everyone be full of the joy of the moment.

This is not fluffy stuff - it's about living life to the full - something that can only be done by a mind that's present in the here and now.

Thursday June 11th, 2015 - Dublin

It's fifteen weeks since almost 8 million people took the streets of French cities in support of the ideas of liberty, equality and fraternity. That Sunday, in the aftermath of the Paris terrorist attacks, the foreces of law and order were cheered as they policed the large crowds... something that doesn't happen very often: normally large crowds in Paris throw paving slabs at the Police!

And, in the normal course of normal events, the same forces of law and order generate for themselves a very mixed public image: those of you who are long-time Ezine readers might recollect my being abused by a local policeman for mowing my lawn on a Sunday. In what appeared at the time to be a deliberate caricature of Inspector Clouseau, he lectured me from the road: "Under the laws of the glorious French Republic you may not mow your lawn on a Sunday afternoon". Funny, yes. Pathetic definitely.

Less funny was encountered a couple of weeks back as I stopped on the Autoroute for petrol as I drove to Paris. Four people, enjoying an ice cream beside their car, were accosted by a Gendarme who demanded their authorisation for parking in a Disabled Parking Place. They had the sticker, they had the mandatory ten pages of confirmatory documents (all French documents are, at least, ten pages long!). But the Gendarme wanted the fifth person, who was sitting in the car enjoying his ice cream, to get out to "See how disabled he is". I'm not joking - the poor guy was marched up and down in front of the cop who then took the documents away to check them, by 'phone, with the national computer and, eventually, handed them back to the driver begrudgingly...

And the Gendarmes wonder why so few people respect them.