Séamus Anthony - Doing One Thing Every Day

Me and my mate Steve have started a new blog call Rebel Zen.

You can see by the categories I have chosen for this here post what the theme of Rebel Zen will be about (and hopefully in a refreshing and dynamic way). I guess in some ways it will pick up from where The Contemporary Taoist left off but this time it’s a dynamic duo rather than just me, and also it will be more focussed and *cough* mature

Actually Rebel Zen is going to be more than a blog, but one thing at a time.

We will be posting a fair bit over the next week. Mostly reworked old posts or articles that fit the theme, and then new stuff will begin to go online soon.

Anyway head on over and witness the birthing pains of our new child

This blog will continue but will probably focus more on music. Not sure yet but probably.

Please don’t call the men in the white truck just yet, BUT…

…I have lately been listening to voices in my head.

Well, one of them anyway.

I used to ignore them all, taking the line that they were just the thrashings of my ego, and should be ignored in favour of Zen style no-mind, but I have decided that I will listen to this one particular voice as she is a good ‘un, methinks.

Yes, she is female, and quietly spoken and positive, encouraging, wise, non-judgmental. She is the voice of Yin itself. If she is just a figment of my imagination, then so be it, but she is a helpful figment so I’m letting her in to my life.

She is my intuition. Maybe she is Intuition herself.

Seeing as I like to make up names and titles and find yummy word combinations, I have am calling her the Quiet Oracle.

Ooh, and I am learning to read Tarot cards. I believe, or I am choosing to believe anyway, that the Quiet Oracle has suggested (she doesn’t demand, just nudges you and gives you quiet, caring advice) that I should. Here’s what happened: I was goofing off at work searching the internet and wondering whether I should learn more about the I Ching or get into Tarot instead when a package came for me, as in somebody literally dropped a postal package on my desk. In it was a set of Tarot cards and a book, an unsolicited gift from a client who I helped place some advertising in our magazine.

Now if that wasn’t a sign then it was a coincidence I don’t know what a sign looks like.

Oh God, I sound like a New Ager, heaven help me, NOOOOoooo!!!

Anyway, back to work…