Love Life and Destiny

I am at that time in life when I am looking back at where I have come from, some of the people that I have met along the way, the impression that they made on me. One memory is that of Daphne Du Maurier, author of Rebecca, Jamaica Inn, The Birds and other modern literary classics. My home was near to Menabilly House in Cornwall, the reputed inspiration for Manderley. I used to walk across the estate, a teenager in search of meaning, lost in my own fantasy land. Cornwall, the home of my fathers, a finger of land seemingly pointing westward towards the New World, is the perfect place to live if you are a writer. The softer south coast, facing the English Channel with the wilder, more rugged north coast hammered  by the harsh Atlantic ocean. You are never far from the sea, wherever you live, and the contrasts challenge you. The combination of low scudding cloud cast from the seas, crouched trees and the threat of rain always bring you back into the moment. When I first met ...

It’s sometimes easy to forget how incredibly brave it is to choose to be a writer. We can get so caught up in the negativity and worry - the writer’s block, the rejection, how much competition there is, how difficult it is to sell our books, that we can all too easily sidestep the fact that actually, we are doing something pretty amazing. Writers are: Resilient Writers are experts at ‘getting back in the saddle.’ Even the very best of us gets knocked down - by publishers, by agents, by critics, by trolls, by ourselves. But when we do we know that there is no point in scurrying away to a dark corner to lick our wounds but instead to learn, to get better and to just keep trying. Persistent Writers know all too well that they might never get the results they want from their work. But they keep trying anyway. If something doesn’t work, they’ll take another look at it or try another route. If someone tells them they are not good enough, they’ll keep searching, and hope that e...

November 22nd, 2017 will be a defining date in my life: I am leaving the safety of my current home and stretching out to meet my onrushing future. As luck would have it, my future is re-imagining my past. It is not without trepidation that I am taking a step backward into the future as Asia is my destination. This page will chronicle those travels. I have a plan which embraces my spiritual pathway and where I need to be to unlock the insight that my soul is driving me to uncover. There will be lots of pictures and short notes. People to meet. It will be an adventure: I hope that you will come with me as I chronicle this tale. It will be interesting and - perhaps - challenging. We shall see.

I keep coming back to this Blog: it's like a time capsule where I am reminded of things that have happened to me over the last 9 years. I wish that I had written more than I have. The Blog was set up in 2008 and, in the elapsed time, I have lived in The Gambia, India, Thailand and then returned absolutely destitute to the United Kingdom in 2012. Over the last 5 years, I have been homeless but gradually picked up the pieces of my life and made some sense of the events that have highlighted my present and future pathway. Now that I am recovering from the latest scare - cancer - I feel that I am free to roam once more. November 22. 2017. That is a date with destiny.

The recently published paperback - Love, Life & Destiny - are the chronicles of Christopher Guy Luke – an ordinary man who experienced something quite extraordinary - as a revelation opened up a new pathway in his life. He was the Material Man, an Englishman with an inflated ego and expectations to match but, as the veneer that had shaped his life was stripped away, the authentic person stepped forward. This event came as a something of a shock but, some might say better late than never, after all, who is to know when our destiny is to be realised? The transformational, often brutal and tragic, events that caused him to question everything about Life, and the interrogation that he suffered, pulled back the veil of uncertainty and opened up a new vista of what is possible for us all. The question – who am I? - which was hurled at the Universe in reaction to the events that were unfolding before him opened up a door of adventure, initiating a quest for his Truth. ...

My name is Christopher Luke and I am a Spiritual Nomad. These are the famous words that start any Alcoholics Anonymous session so I guess that I am confessing to an addiction. Spirituality, an addiction? Yes, for some it is. I have been quiet these last few days after a very active period when I was writing constantly and building my nascent web pages. Life Explorer on Facebook and the Intuitively web pages as I continue to build a web presence. I have an addiction to results and that is my problem. I mean did the Buddha set targets for himself when he went out into the world to teach people his understanding of life?Buddhism did not exist at that point as it was only through his inspiration that adepts and followers took his philosophy and started to spread the word as represented by his enlightenment. I have come to my current position in life through challenging the words 'Who Am I?'. I need to know wha...

In February 2008, I travelled to Mumbai to visit a friend. It was cool and very pleasant as I sat on the sea wall on Marine Boulevard looking out over the Arabian Sea. Next thing I knew was a young map seller sitting next to me. With his wild black hair, sparkling eyes and gentle manner, Raj had entered my world. He wanted me to buy a map for 500 rupees (about £8), not a great deal of money, a gr eat deal in India. He obviously felt that I was a good bet for a sale. We talked. He spoke about his life as a Rajput who had left home to find his fortune for he needed the money to marry his long time sweetheart. He showed me a picture of a ravishing beauty and immediately I could see why he yearned to put his world right. He spoke about the poor place that he lived in, and the crushing obstacles that he faced everyday to sell overpriced maps with so much going to his boss. I had no need of a map. I was travelling light but in my pocket was 10,000 rupees (about £160). I...

The Road Back To Hope The coming of my 62 nd birthday in just over a months time coincides with a revelation. Increasingly over the last five years, the realisation has dawned on me that my life is not going to pan out quite in the way that I had imagined. This is an uncomfortable truth to confront. However, it is true and a revelation born out of a situation that I have been doing my very best to avoid. The result of my avoiding tactics is this – the writing of a book. Whenever I have tried to procrastinate, ignore, or even make excuses about the 'book', the 'inevitable' has happened to me. Something would occur or someone would mention that I should write a book. The result of that would to provoke varying emotions from outright disgust with myself to indignation that I was being intellectually lazy! The book is one project that I have found great difficulty with. The book is about the lessons that I have learned in my life and how these may help others. You see...