The BIG questions

I found myself thinking deep thoughts for much of this last weekend. You see, I can’t just live my life and not ask What am I? what is this all about? Knowing that most likely I will never actually know just makes it worse for me. Strangely perhaps, these questions have arisen in my mind all of my life – even when I was a small boy.

Though I know that I may never actually find an answer doesn’t stop me from searching for one (or many). It is what has driven me to meditation and contemplation. I also suspect that if there were an answer, it would simply be impossible to describe it to anyone else and that I may not even by capable of understanding.


Given that this was my theme for the weekend, I wasn’t surprised to see this posted by somebody on Facebook….

The Egg
By: Andy Weir

You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”
You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way.


Just Words

If I am honest I would say at times I wonder why I write anything at all. I sometimes feel like there isn’t much point as I really don’t have an avid fan base or readership to talk of. I often feel as if my words go unread. Despite that I keep writing. I guess that there are a number of reasons why including the hope that one of these days one of my books will sell a few copies, because I enjoy writing whether or not I am very good at it and I have things to say. I think those are all good reasons.

As I have said before, its a competitive business writing. I am comfortably in the majority when I say nobody reads what I write. The minority that sells all the books is very very small. The internet is filled with people writing – that’s good isn’t it but why should my writing stand out? Perhaps another problem is that my interests are diverse – perhaps too diverse. I write for business (see the CTRMCenter for example) and I am fortunate in that, in a sense, I write for a living – a good living too. I write on this blog about anything my wacky brain finds interesting – from global warming to family matters. On Asteroth’s Domain, I write about esoteric topics. I guess I am hard to classify especially when I churn out poetry like a machine – some of it good, much of it bad and one or two gems.


On the other hand, just occasionally, you do get some feedback that seems to make you believe that someone – perhaps the right person at the right time, is stumbling upon and reading the material I produce. For example, here is part of a note I got from someone in South Korea…

I’m a big fan of your books – they had been very helpful for the initial planning, feasibility study and execution of the first Korean ETRM project starting three years ago. Without them, it had been much longer before the commencement of the project, indeed.

The Biggest Con in History

I have a short temper. I do! I have to work on it at all times. If there is one thing that will invariably get me to blow my top, its the topic of Global warming. I think many who know me also know this. The idea being propagated by well funded propaganda machine is that somehow we are headed to disaster if we keep polluting the planet with CO2 – a greenhouse gas – that has already warmed the planet up and is responsible for any outbreak of bad weather we see and, in a few more years will reach tipping point and we will all fry in a horrible planetary death event…. OK – that last bit is exaggerated but you get my drift.


Not only is this propaganda machine extremely well funded but it is also very clever. It creates fear and uncertainty – those things required for control. It uses the fact that most humans are not actually well enough educated to be skeptical and it relies on the fact that we human’s can only believe what we think we see with our own eyes.

This movement has managed successfully

– to call a gas – CO2 – on which this Earth is dependent for life and abundance – a pullutant! You know, at half of today-s CO2 levels, this planet (and us) would die. We actually would benefit from higher CO2 levels,
– to make you believe that the relationship between temperature and CO2 (yes – there is one), is both very strong and that temperature follows CO2 content when in fact, it is the other way around. The relationship is in fact quite weak and CO2 content follows temperature,
– It managed to make you believe that 400ppm+ of CO2 is a record and a disaster when in fact, this is almost the lowest amount of CO2 in the atmosphere in the Earth’s 4.6 Billion year history and even (on the scale of things) in the relatively recent past CO2 was over 1000ppm,
– It managed to fool you with charts and statistics so that it looks like temperatures are rising rapidly and only since man started to pump out CO2 gas into the atmosphere all by presenting selected data over a selected time period when in fact temperatures are static if not declining and have been for more than a decade and, if you extended that temperature curve backwards just a few hundred years, it would soon become apparent that today’s average temperatures are actually very very average,
– It, at one time, managed to deny that the medieval warming period actually happened at all – though this was shown to be a data ‘error’ (put kindly) or more likely – totally fraudulent in order to fool you,
– It makes you believe that people like me are a minority of evil deniers when in fact the 97% statistic (of all climate scientists who believe this stuff) they use is based on asking the question do you think that CO2 and temperature are related – a question to which I would also say Yes,
– They make you think that the polar ice caps are melting at terrible rates in an unprecedented manner but don’t tell you that entire glaciers melted (and never reformed) in the 1800’s long before we had any impact at all and, for most of its history, this planet hasn’t has ice caps at all,
– Tells you the science is proven which is actually philosophically impossible if you understand science and how it works besides which the universe of ‘climate scientists’ is so small that peer reviewing means my friend and colleague reviews my work.

I could go on all day with example after example. Meanwhile, our children are being brainwashed by this propaganda at school at your expense. Whole rafts of science and scientists are being ignored and we are being taxed and punished for producing minimal amounts of a gas we actually need in our atmosphere.

Now – do you understand why I get angry?

I am a Ph.D. Geologist. My research – peer reviewed – was about paleoclimate. Here is another very renowned Geologist who patiently and with humor totally demolishes this fallacy.

Why Can’t I Lose Weight?

Since I quit smoking I have gained weight at an alarming rate. A few months ago I decided to try to address it and I quit sugar and cut down heavily on sweets. Since this seemed to have no impact at all, I quit breads and anything wheaty. Still, no impact. I increased my exercise levels a bit with longer and brisker walks….. no impact. I cut out a lot of milk. You guessed it – no impact. I went out and bought an exercise bike and started doing 20 minutes everyday…..yes no weight loss at all…..So after christmas, I cut alcohol. At the same time, I have changed my diet and eat less fats and carbs but focus on proteins. I have eggs for breakfast, a salad at lunch and dinner is meat and vegetables usually (reduced my potato intake too).


So the alarm bells went off when I saw that I would soon hit 110kg and I was down to two pairs of pants that still fit me. As of this morning, I am just below 105kg and still only two pairs of pants fit me. My question. What am I doing wrong? At this rate, I will be eating nothing and still maintaining my weight. I simply don’t get it. How can I keep taking calories out of my daily intake, burn more calories and my weight stays pretty much the same?

I have also looked at taking vitamins D and C, drink copious amounts of green tea, try to eat peppers and a lot of other small changes that came from internet research. I am not overly stressed (though I was a year ago in my old job) and I think I get enough sleep.

Does anybody have any ideas? thoughts?

Gone to the Dogs

As you may know, we have owned for the last several years a small dog. His name is Rocky and he is a Prague Ratter or a Pražský Krysařík in Czech. Other than a slight case of halitosis, Rocky is a good little dog and good company for Deni our daughter. However, on a recent visit to the countryside and the village where Gabriela’s father lives, Rocky was a naughty boy apparently having his wicked way with a sexy young Yorkshire Terrier…. We have, of course, discussed his behaviour with him and he has promised not to do it again.

However, the Yorkie became pregnant and gave birth late last year to two Rocky juniors. Of course, we had to have one. Rocky is now having to get along with his son Mickey who looks more like his mother than his father it must be said. Mickey seems to like his Dad and constantly follows him around and tries to play with him. Rocky is taking to his new responsibilities quite well though he needs to do a better job in letting Mickey know where to pee. Deni is thrilled with her new little playmate. Mickey seems quite happy here too.

His Royal Dogness - Rocky.

His Royal Dogness – Rocky.

Mickey - Son of Rocky.

Mickey – Son of Rocky.

New Version of Poems for the Little Room

I published my second book of poetry a couple of years ago and for some reason chose to do so on The problem with that was it was a very expensive finished product and there was no way to make a Kindle version. Late last year, I used Amazon to publish Astral Messages – my third book or poetry – and it was so easy….. This made me think. Why not re-do Poems for the Little Room on Amazon? So – very shortly, a new version of Poems for the Little Room will be available in paperback and Kindle formats from the Amazon sites. It will still be a tad pricey because its full color but nothing like the price on…

My three books of poetry –

Astral Messages: Poetry from Beyond, Createspace, 2013
Astral Messages Cover
Astral Messages is my third book of poetry. It uses poems and blog articles from – Asteroth’s Domain – in a poetic discussion about reality and magic. From the opening ethereal beauty of “Astral Messages” to the humor of the questioning about “Why is life so dirty”, this is a collection of 17 new poems. Each is coupled with a short article to strengthen and bolster the points being made. At the end of the day, we are all magicians willfully creating our realities and Astral Messages demonstrates how this touches all aspects of our lives – yes, even our socks!

Available in paperback and Kindle formats from the Amazon sites.

ISBN-10: 1490312633
ISBN-13: 978-1490312637

Weird Tales: Other world Poetry, Booksurge, 2006
Weird Tales Cover

Weird Tales is the second book published by Dr. G. Michael Vasey and it is a collection of poems or simply ‘words on paper.’ 31 poems written over many years ranging from love poems to comments on modern society. It’s all there….

There are words
I could use to tell you
Exactly how I feel
But they have no meaning
For they are just words
Awkward sounds juxtaposed
Lacking translation
Losing their meaning

ISBN-10: 141965277X
ISBN-13: 978-1419652776

and the soon to be re-issued Poems for the Little Room.