What Is truth?

Truth to me is what one believes/has faith  to be the correct/accurate version of some thing.

This in essence is the conclusion we have drawn from our very limited

individual experience, education, miseducation of our present conscienceness.

I do not know a word to describe how miniscule our  individual

experience, education miseducation knowledge, understanding etc is of this universe or life.

Therefore our conclusions or  truths sit on very shaky foundations.

Our beliefs, philosophy are our truths,  upto the point we gain further knowledge.

Then the goal post changes.

Everyone has a right to their truth.

Quote from “Men In Black”

A person is smart. People are dumb panicky animals. Everything they’ve ever “known” has been proven to be wrong. A thousand years ago everybody knew as a fact, that the earth was the center of the universe. Five hundred years ago, they knew it was flat. Fifteen minutes ago, you knew we humans were alone on it. Imagine what you’ll know tomorrow.

Leonardo da Vinci:

Anyone who conducts an argument by appealing to authority is not using his intelligence; he is just using his memory.

Soren Kierkegaard:

Truth always rests with the minority, and the minority is always stronger than the majority, because the minority is generally formed by those who really have an opinion, while the strength of a majority is illusory, formed by the gangs who have no opinion—and who, therefore, in the next instant (when it is evident that the minority is the stronger) assume its opinion … while Truth again reverts to a new minority.


Believe nothing just because a so-called wise person said it. Believe nothing just because a belief is generally held. Believe nothing just because it is said in ancient books. Believe nothing just because it is said to be of divine origin. Believe nothing just because someone else believes it. Believe only what you yourself test and judge to be true.

“All truth passes through 3 stages.
First, it is ridiculed.
Second, it is violently opposed.
Third, it is accepted as being self-evident.”
— Arthur Schopenhauer

Nothing which is observed is unaffected by the observer

Objective observation is thus impossible

Truth does not exist as an objective reality

Individual truth exists

Ones perspective creates perception

Perception creates experience

The experience that your perception creates is what you call “truth”

Below is a verse out of a poem/song I wrote

My truth isn’t your truth

Your truth isn’t his truth

His truth isn’t her truth

Her truth isn’t their truth

Their truth isn’t our truth

Is that the truth?

How Raman and Priyanka beat chronic asthma and eczema

Here I share with you how our son Raman (10 years old at the time) and 6 year old daughter Priyanka cured themselves of two awful conditions suffered increasingly by many children nowadays.

Chronic asthma and

chronic eczema!

“I had a stressful first pregnancy with Raman. I had had an emotional roller coaster of a time the previous few years due to my lifestyle choices and health (I had debilitating chronic rheumatoid arthritis from my early teenage years).

Being pregnant left me feeling vulnerable and alone. Raman was born 4 weeks early… his due date was 16th of November and here I was giving birth on the 19th of October 1988.

My antenatal class nurse had arranged for us to do a walk to the labour ward that night so you can imagine how all the other mums to be laughed when they found me already there tucked up in bed with my baby!

It was a lovely sunny day when we brought our tiny son home, and somehow I knew we were all going to be fine someday…

He was born without asthma or eczema but as he progressed towards school age his health seemed progressively worst every year. At first he developed eczema all round his ankle. This turned into an open wound.  I had to work along with my husband to repay the massive mortgage we had taken on. We had negative equity on our house like many house buyers in the early 90’s.

So I looked for a childminder. One childminder looked at his eczema and refused on the grounds that it looked too ghastly!

My beautiful friend Sameena despite being pregnant offered to look after him but deep inside Raman was not happy and I could see it. I wasn’t either because I missed him. So I stopped working after 2 years.

Despite the tight money situation we found ourselves in, it was one of the best decisions of my life. We had a lovely few months together. He nagged me for a sister everyday! “I want a sister … Danny has got a sister!” He would exclaim.  Danny was his friend and our neighbour’s son. Well his wish was granted when Priyanka arrived on the 16th of November 1992.

16th November was the day he was supposed to be born!

She was so beautiful and calm that everyone kept exclaiming “what a peaceful baby!” Raman was overjoyed and being 4 years old assumed the role of Priyanka’s shadow and my little helper.

This role turned into nearly a full time job when Priyanka developed the most horrendous eczema I have ever seen in my life straight after her immunisations at 8 weeks old. I pleaded with my doctor as to why she had got eczema, and so bad? He comforted me by telling me:-

“Eczema is often started by a trigger. You cannot have a bigger trigger then injecting deadly organisms into a baby.”

So I exclaimed, “Why vaccinate in that case?” He replied, “Would you rather have a dead baby or a baby with eczema…”

His words consoled me at the time but later the following thought came into my head…  cancer has increased since the onset of vaccinations… so is it a choice between your child  dying by cancers or mumps measles rubella diphtheria, whooping cough, and whatever else is in the vaccinations?…

The suffering I experienced and that my poor daughter experienced I would not wish on anyone.

One day she sat there on the carpet tearing at her head at the age of two years with clenched teeth… I sat next to her and my tears just kept streaming down silently. She glanced up momentarily and on noticing I was crying she stopped scratching and quietly with a steady penetrating gaze said,

“Don’t worry mummy.”

Well that just blew my mind … The maturity with which she reacted and the manner of her speech was way beyond that of a child only just turned two years old. Those words strengthened my resolve to never give up on her and find a cure for her.

I would dream of the day when I could put pretty clothes on my daughter without her looking and being like an open wound.

Around this time Raman started looking a bit podgy and started having breathing problems.

The doctor diagnosed asthma. The same time he developed hay fever too…. It reminded me of me years earlier…The most heinous arthritis pain started the same month and year as my hay fever….

Raman was given ventolin and becotide (A steroidal drug) to control the asthma. He carried on putting more weight and people would tell me my kids are healthy. They were both big for there age size wise. This being the measurement of health, I would half heartedly nod in agreement.

Two years later at the age of four Priyanka joined Raman in the chronic asthma rank… Strangely her eczema improved ever so slightly, mainly from the face.

She still couldn’t go out in the sun. During her fourth year I took her out on a hot day. We just walked to the local shops and back. Her whole body turned red. She looked radioactive and she clawed and scratched at her skin until she was so exhausted that she fell asleep.

I had suffered so much sleep depravation in all these years since the onset of her eczema that I felt a total wreak.

In 1996 I applied for disability benefit and asked to be registered disabled. Something my ego had battled against for twenty years. I was crushed, caved in, flat out.

I thought I had about two years of life left in me before I got cancer or heart disease or something else equally ugly…

Well two years later our very close friend’s 3 year old son got cancer and while looking for a cure for him, Derek my husband found the raw food lifestyle that helped cure Priyanka, Raman and me.

There recovery was so quick (3 months) that it left a permanent smile on my face!

I would like to add, they would not have healed had they fought the dietary changes. They agreed to try a raw food detox lifestyle, leaving me and my husband humbled and proud to have such amazing children who did what most adults struggle with… healthy changes.

I  once was one such adult…

Their story continues with many twists and turns. They are know 21 and 17. They know what to do to heal themselves, however they are the birds that have been set free and they are experiencing life for themselves. And that is how life should be.

We are all responsible for our own resurrection.  In my eyes there is no ONE right way to live. Every human is unique and their truth on life the universe comes from their unique experiences and feelings.

So who am I or anyone to force my truth.. I can share it…ultimately it is each individuals freedom to leave it or take on board..

Mohan’s Interview at the age of 7

Mohan, my youngest child is 11 years old know. I did this interview with him just for the record at the age of seven..

Hi Mohan, I am going to ask you some questions  is that ok?


Do you like salads?


Which is your favourite?

Avocado with oat biscuits and pepper, lettuce, sauce (raw nut cream) and cucumber.

What is a hamburger?

Shakes his head indicating he does not  know.

What is Burger King?

Shakes his head indicating he does not know.

What is MacDonalds?

Shakes his head indicating he does not know.

Do you like fruit?

LOTS (spoken with both arms stretched out).

Which is your favourite?

Pears, apples, papayas, grapefruit and pineapple.

Do you eat sweets like most children?


What are your teeth like?

Opens mouth to show me. They are strong. I could even eat a table!

Do you have any fillings?


Do your friends have any fillings?

Jack has, and most children in my class. (Jack is a close friend’s 7 year old son.)

Do you eat different to your friends?

Yes, I eat nice things. I eat no chee ganda (dirty) things. No chicken pie, no milk and no queso (cheese).

Do you wish you ate sweets like your friends?


Do you wish you ate the sort of food your friends eat?


When you grow up, will you eat like your friends?


Do you think it is right to eat cows?

He drew a large X with his finger in the air.

Do you think it is right to kill?

Draws the X again.


Because they are nice…animals.

What about fish?


What about crisps ?


Where do you like to live?

The pueblo and the land. (In the town and on our Orchard.)

Thank you for this interview

That’s alright.

I think it will be interesting to interview him again…. asking the same questions….and maybe more..


I had a indescribable chat with my cuz yesterday… it seemed surreal… I was full of joy yet really calm…

I felt very strong afterwards and at peace.. I still do..

I wonder how she feels?

I guess in this case  it’s a case of making peace with your past…

If we could all have/make the opportunity to make peace with our past, I reckon we would all be alot healthier. 🙂

Anyway hope you are all well. I have to go know and  interview 25 Spanish people and ask them various questions regarding the recession.. Yeah I will be running after random people on the street!

Should be a laugh.


God be in my head

God be in my head, and in my understanding;
God be in my eyes, and in my looking;
God be in my mouth, and in my speaking;
God be in my heart, and in my thinking;
God be at my end, and at my departing.

I read the above in a poetry book at school at the age of eight/ nine.

We had just come from India to live in England and I was bullied and beaten mercilessly.

I could not for the life of me understand the hatred and disgust some of the white kids would beam at me as they spat out the word Paki. The Black kids would do the same except the word was Khoolie and the two other Indian girls who could speak English  fluently would actually pay (with sweets and money) other kids to bully me however they fancied.

One of them one day just for the hell of it poked me with a pencil in my arm. It somehow got tattooed on my arm… I still have a black spot there 42 years later. These and a few very personal experiences taught me there is no such thing as “Your own Kind”. There is Ignorance or there is Light. That’s it.

I vowed I would always rise above this type of behaviour, stick up for the “underdog”…and find strength in Love/God.

This attitude/passion has served me well in this life as it has been the greatest spiritual teacher. That is not to say it has not come with pain…It has come with IMMENSE pain because humanity is sometimes so far from love…

It seems… Humanity’s understanding of love, respect, responsibility appears to be at a most primitive state. A state in which I feel uncomfortable and a misfit.

The present  interpretation of religions by much of humanity does nothing to stem  the leaking of love out of our bodies and its replacement with fear, hate and ignorance.

Words that formed me-1

Ik o’nkaar  – God is One

Sat-naam   – Of  True  Name

karta-purkh   – The Creator

Nir-bhau    – The Fearless

Nir-vair   – Without Enmity

Akaal-moorat – The Immortal

Ajooni   – The Unborn

Sai-bha’ng  – Self-illuminated

Gur-parsaad – By the grace of the Guru

Jap   – Recite

Aad-sach   – True in the beginning

Jugaad-sach  – True through ages

hai bhi sach  – True at present

Nanak hosi bhi sach – Nanak says True for always

This prayer/Mool mantra has run through my physical and spiritual veins from my conception and besides other things it taught me 2 very important feelings to always gravitate towards and nurture in myself and those around me.

To not hate

To be fearless

My moto is to practice this where it counts, where I may have to stick my neck out or stand alone. To not hate or fear is me being the person I can respect. Anything less is…just not worth thinking about.


I am feeling really overjoyed, happy, excited because yesterday a dear school friend (Cristiano) put me in touch with a long lost cousin!!!!!!!!!!!

I just read a message from her and I am having a girly OMG!, OMG! moment…….Thus the pink writing (heart chakra!)  🙂

I have had NO communication with her in almost 30 years…..

This cousin along with her 3 sisters formed a major part of my childhood, in Nottingham UK  and then their parents decided to make a new life in Canada… and we lost touch.

“Why?”  I hear you ask … oh just lots of  circumstances…

From my point of view, I decided to keep a low profile because my  marriage out of the “system” would have reflected negatively on my cousins and  I did not want that. ( The two eldest were married very soon after they got to Canada…. )

So I waited till they got in touch with me….

And its happened…

I did that with all my relatives… its a respect thing…

I did what I felt was right for me but I had a duty to then respect that fortunately or unfortunately every culture has its rules and regulations… and women usually come out worst for ware… so I needed to protect those that were still inside the system…

It may be hard for some to understand this… I make no apology that some things about the culture I was born into (Sikh Indian culture) are negative but don’t let that negate everything.

Many things are absolutely marvellous and people of the West would do well to take on board many of their positive values….

Last but not least, those  of us who have grown up in the West but have this heritage, should not lose all the positive values, just discard the crap.. like I have 🙂