Two Simple Ways You Can Sense the Future

I am a little unusual for an academic futurist, in that I am also an “intuitive”. Besides writing and researching, and gaining the preferred academic qualifications (a doctorate related to the discipline), I also spent many years working on the intuitive and emotional dimensions of mind. It’s not so easy to develop both the intellect and the psyche, as the cognitive skills required are completely different. Most academics have little or no understanding of the deeper mind, except at an intellectual level. In fact, I’m pretty sure some of my colleagues cringe at some of my work. But that’s just the price one has to pay for publicly exploring the frontiers of consciousness.

This makes my attempts at communicating insights gleaned at a first-personal experiential level quite difficult. Many in mainstream culture are quite hostile to the attempt. My perception is that this largely stems not only from the challenge to their worldview, but also from the fear of the vulnerability required to move beyond the intellectual mind, and to explore the deeper emotional and psychic realms.

Which brings me to the question, “Can we see the future?” To answer this I am not going to refer to philosophical arguments or empirical evidence, but to personal insight.

The answer is yes, we can sense the future, although it may not be an inevitable future. What we can sense is a possible future.

Sometimes Spirit will gives us warnings about the possible future. Let me give you just one example. While in New Zealand some time back, I took a nap on a lazy Saturday afternoon,. When I awoke, and was still in the drowsy (hypnogogic) state, I suddenly saw a scene appear in my mind’s eye. It was a beach panorama, and the sea was cold, turgid and rough. A strong, disembodied male voice said clearly, “Be careful”.

This was a rather obscure warning, as it was late winter in Auckland, and the thought of going to the beach was the last thing on my mind. Yet just a short time later, the phone rang. A friend of mine invited me for a picnic at the beach the following day. I accepted, and the next day we drove out to the coastal region just east of Auckland. When we arrived, the beach scene was precisely what I’d seen in the vision. The surf was rough. I told my colleagues about my vision, and warned them not to venture too far out into the surf. I did go for a swim, but stayed close to the shore, even though I am a strong swimmer.

I might add that my friends had no problem with my “advice”, as we were all members of the same spiritual group, and we worked extensively with Integrated Intelligence.

In my book  Discover Your Soul Template, I mentioned a friend of mine named Glenn several times, and I also had a rather profound premonition involving him, which I did not write about in that book.

In mid 2004 I was riding a bus from Leshan to Chengdu, in Sichuan province in southern China. The journey was about 90 minutes, and I drifted off to sleep. As I slept a vision suddenly popped into my mind. I saw a setting sun, and the words “The End” appeared, as if it was the end of a movie. The strangest thing about the dream was that I perceived it from the perspective of a person who was actually floating through the air, heading towards the sun.

I awoke suddenly, and knew immediately that it was a symbolic representation of death. Somebody had died. Or was I about to die? I tried to get an intuitive sense of who it might be, but nothing came to me. The vision spooked me.

That night I slept in a hotel in Chengdu, and when I awoke I went to check my email on a computer at the hotel. When I clicked open my yahoo account, the first email was from the long-time girlfriend of a very good friend of mine in Australia. The title read “Some sad news about Glenn”. My heart sank, and even before I opened the email, I knew what I was going to read. Glenn has committed suicide, hanging himself inside his home.

I was shocked. I had been communicating with Glenn via email, and he was preparing to come and join me in China. I knew he had been having some psychological issues, so was worried about his coming over. China can be a stressful place. Now I wouldn’t have to worry about that. His death left me feeling sad for weeks. We had known each other for well over a decade.

Beyond premonitions, there is a far more practical aspect of sensing the future, and I call this Foresense. This is the intuitive feeling that derives from deliberately projecting the mind into a specific future. Here’s a very specific example.

Not long after completing my doctorate, while living in China, I was involved in a negotiation regarding a university job with one of Taiwan’s best universities. Via email, the dean of the department was clarifying what subjects I would be able to teach. Something didn’t feel right about the situation, so I did a Quick Check. I got out a bit of paper, and drew a horizontal line across the page. I put out a question to the universe: “What is the energy on my accepting a position to work at this university?”

Then I ran the index finger of my left hand across the line, from left to right, measuring the energy on making the jump across the Taiwan Strait (a divination tool I call The Quick Check). My finger just wouldn’t go anywhere much past the beginning of the line, indicating that there was no energy on my going there. This was not as I’d expected. I was excited by the prospect of working at a university, and being rewarded for all my years of hard study.

I wasn’t dissuaded just yet, however. So I decided to use the Feeling Sense to double-check things. I sat down, closed my eyes and focused upon my breath, putting myself into a light trance state. Then, when I was sufficiently relaxed, I projected my energy into the campus of the Taiwanese university, feeling my future self walking about as if it was in the present moment. I was pulling the future towards me, merging my consciousness field with my possible future self in Taiwan. I immediately felt lost, disconnected, like I was not meant to be there. I felt myself wondering over and over “What am I doing here?” There was an overwhelming sense of frustration, because I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

I opened my eyes, knowing that it wasn’t meant to be. I then wrote down the results of my experience in my Intuitive Diary.

The next day I sent an email to the dean, thanking him for his help, but telling him I would not be able to accept any offer.

The story above is typical of the way that Integrated Intelligence can permit you to peer into possible and probable futures, and sense the results of decisions you are making.

It should be clear from these anecdotes that the future can be sensed. Sometimes it happens without conscious volition, while at other times we can consciously “tune” into the future. Foresense is a skill that is open to all people. It’s one of the things I teach people in my workshops.

As with any skill or cognitive ability, it is a case of “use it or lose it”. Unless you take the time to develop and use your Integrated Intelligence, it will remain a mere potential.

Marcus T Anthony (PhD) is a futurist of the human mind, writer and spiritual adviser. He is the author of Discover Your Soul Template and many other books.

Marcus posts a new article on CLN every Saturday. To view his articles, click HERE.

Nobody Gets Out Alive So Just Relax, Laugh, Let Go

latte-spilled-on-floor-ChinaTake a look at this picture. What is wrong with it? It was taken at a Starbucks in Guangzhou, a huge, mad, Bladerunnerish city of ten million Chinese people, about two hours out of downtown Hong Kong.

In case you are wondering, the stuff plastered all over the floor is mostly the frothy bit at the top of a grande latte. Some idiot forgot that he is supposed to keep the rim of the mug reasonably parallel to the lay of the floor, or the coffee initiates evacuation procedures. Maybe gravity is God’s cosmic joke. But it’s not as irritating as the fact that the trail of suspicion in the photo above leads directly to the table at which I’m now seated. I wish the line of questioning could unveil the identity of the person who sat here before me. But alas it is 9:00 am. Sunday. On a long weekend. And almost everyone except me is either too asleep or too hungover to make the coffee shop at this time. What is particularly vexing is that the young woman behind the counter is yet to clean up the mess, despite my apologetic confession, which was really just a pathetic attempt to get her to erase the evidence ASAP.

Life can be annoying. Hell, being human can be exasperating. Sometimes things go the way we plan. We land the job we so desperately seek. We kiss the prom queen. The coffee stays in the mug. But often it doesn’t. The coffee spills. The company doesn’t even bother to get back to us. The prom queen slaps you hard and takes out a restraining order.

We like to imagine that we are in control. People obsess about control. They do anything to maintain it. Or at least the illusion of it. Even people who love to think they are “chilled” are often playing a subtle game of control.

In the news this past week there has been a certain story dominating the headlines. It’s a little too soon after the event to make light of it, but let’s just say that never again will the words “German” and “co-pilot” be uttered in the same sentence without a wave of panic forcing its way upwards from the collective human psyche.

The world is unfeasibly large. Not on a cosmic scale, of course. We are just ants in the greater scheme of things. But the planet is pretty big nonetheless. Tragedy is commonplace. About a million people die every year in car crashes. That’s more than a thousand times more than die in plane crashes. But strangely, almost none of these car accidents makes an international-standard newspaper.

When we get into a car the grim stats rarely worry us. Not even if the driver is German. So why the disparity with the relatively rare phenomenon of plane crashes? I suspect it is simply that when we are seated in a plane we surrender all control to the pilot, the mechanics, and to the laws of physics. In a car, we feel safe because we feel we are the master of our fate, at least to a high degree.

In the end, however, deaths in motor vehicles are relatively common. Even worse, death is universal. Even if you refuse to drive or fly, and live on a diet of organic alfalfa sprouts and sleep in an oxygen tank, the Grip Reaper is eventually going to nab you.

Death is that unwelcome stranger who annoyingly disregards all subtle hints of rejection. No restraining order can keep it at any less temporal distance than, say, eighty years or so. On average. German co-pilots notwithstanding.

Religion is often a narcissistic attempt to magically erase the spectre of death through an elaborate and ultimately hopeless negotiation with the Great Terrorist in the sky. Desperately, through prayer, self-flagellation or suicide missions individuals seek that elusive win-win outcome with the creator. After all, why should only God get immortality? Even some unsatisfying compromise like reincarnation will do.

Anything but ultimate annihilation.

Some of you may know about Stuart Wilde. The most popular article I have ever written was about him. Stuart described himself as the scallywag of the new age movement. Or something like that. And it wasn’t mere PR BS. Here was the one man in the business who really walked his talk. Stuart wrote some great books and was loved by many. However, by all accounts he was a womaniser, worshipped the bottle with unrestrained zest, and enjoyed imbibing mind-altering substances extracted from exotic plant species.

And he was an iconoclast. Stuart Wilde loved tearing down sacred objects and stomping on them, often with alcohol-laiden contempt. The man pissed a lot of people off. Some people hated him. Still do. Take a look. It’s all over the net.

My semi-professional opinion as a self-proclaimed spiritual teacher is that his greatest gift lies not only in his teachings. His metaphysics is a mishmash of brilliant insight coupled with intriguing self-delusion and a healthy dose of snake-oil salesmanship.

No. Stuart Wilde’s greatest legacy lies in his insistence that life need not be taken so seriously. To hell with the love ‘n light. I’m here for a good time, not a long time.

Like I said, he was good for his word.

Most people who subscribe to new age thinking and alternative spirituality do so because they have had a gut full of the rigidity and hypocrisy of organised religion. Yet they often unconsciously deliver that same consciousness upon their “liberated” spirituality. And they take it very seriously. After a while they become overly attached to their ideals and metaphysics. This attachment ultimately metamorphoses into unquestionable dogmas. When contradictory beliefs enter their reality, they immediately feel fear. Then anger. Then they attempt to erase or attack the offending idea.

You may have similar thoughts about this article. Especially if you are German.

This is precisely the mentality which has plagued religion for millennia. It leads to violence, either in the physical world, or at the consciousness level, where our projections play out a game of power and control.

It happens with “science”, too. Take a look at organised skepticism.

There is a way out of this, and it’s quite simple. Take your beliefs lightly. Instead of founding your life on ideals and beliefs, make being present to life the foundation of your spirituality. Then, when you work at the level of mind – socialising with others, creating, working – you can play with your beliefs. You might even like to experiment with them. Like throwing on an Hawaiian shirt, leather pants or a bowler hat at the local op shop. It just might be interesting.

Just don’t believe in your beliefs. Not too much, anyway.

Physicist Neils Bohr once said that the opposite of a profound truth may not be an untruth, but another profound truth.

Complementarity is intolerable to the mind and world of belief. But there is a deeper level within us where paradox can be seen and understood. Paradox is not so much a violation of universal law as a contradiction to the machinations of the human mind.

When we encounter a differing perspective, it pays to step out of annihilation mode and listen. There just might be something profound we can learn.

There is a price to pay for releasing beliefs. No longer will you be able to live in a world of perfect certainties. Indeed, not knowing will inform much of your experience. But that naivety restores the playful innocence of the child. It renews the world. A world that you thought you knew, but did not.

Of course, like a plane hurtling earthward at terminal velocity, the initial journey is terrifying, and the overriding resonance is the panic of impending and ultimate annihilation. Well, at least this is what it has been like for me. And there is still part of me that feels this way. I like to call it the “mind.”

Life is uncertain. We don’t know what today will bring, let alone tomorrow. No ceremony, ritual or incantation can lock down the future.

Hey, I’m not saying that the mental level – the human consciousness field and its intentionality – has no bearing upon the unfolding of experience. Nor am I saying beliefs don’t matter. They do.

Yes, intentionality is important, as I’ve outlined pretty clearly in books like Discover Your Soul Template. But I would be lying if I said I believe I can control everything, or even most things. And just as well I can’t, or Adam Sandler would never get another acting gig and no beautiful woman would be safe. But that’s just me.

In the end, we should travel this mysterious journey lightly. Spirituality that is taken very seriously is not actually spirituality. It’s the delusion of control disguised as spirituality. The balancing act lies in befriending and loving the dark and destructive parts of ourselves that tend to become lost in murky shadow. That way our inner German co-pilot stays within our awareness. It becomes liberated from the darkness and moves into the light. We can lighten up and stop being afraid of ourselves. We can stop pretending that only other people experience darkness.

Most of all, we can laugh often and loud, especially about ourselves.

Relax, let go, and have a great time of it today. Let yourself be human for once. You were not put here to be perfect. What attitude could possibly be more restorative?

So stop being so busy. Don’t try so hard. Enjoy a cup of coffee. But mind the gravity. It can be embarrassing.




Marcus T Anthony (PhD) is a futurist of the human mind, writer and spiritual adviser. He is the author of Discover Your Soul Template and many other books.

Marcus posts a new article on CLN every Saturday. To view his articles, click HERE.


Your Greatest Teacher, Your Greatest Lesson

One day in the mid-1970s a freckle-faced nine-year old boy walked into an unremarkable public school classroom in Taree, a small town on the east coast of Australia. He sat down by himself. He was a quiet, shy boy who had been taught that his voice did not matter. These things he had learned from being physically and mentally abused by his parents and siblings. That day he looked up to see the teacher standing at the front of the room. He was a physically imposing young man, almost thirty, with long blonde hair and bronzed skin, darkened from the many sun-baked summers he had spent as a voluntary surf-lifesaver. When the teacher spoke, it was with a powerful voice. He introduced himself as Mr Vandenbergh. But everyone would come to call him simply, “Mr V.”

The boy was initially somewhat afraid of Mr V, as his experience of adults was that they were unpredictable and violent people, who could lash out unexpectedly, who would project shame and rage for no apparent reason. Yet the boy also detected something within the teacher that he had rarely encountered before. It was like a positive life-force bubbling up from within the man. Although the boy was unfamiliar with the attitude, he would later come to realise it as that intangible human quality: affection. Mr Vandenbergh acted and spoke strictly, but the boy could see that it was something of an act.

The teacher liked asking questions to the class. Now, the boy had never been asked questions before. All his previous teachers had assumed that his reserved nature reflected his inability to understand. His parents and teachers had always treated him like he was stupid, and he had come to accept that as true. Yet for some reason the boy felt more confident around Mr V. So he started to answer some of the teacher’s questions. Unbeknown to the other school teachers, the boy was a veracious reader, who had spent much of his fee time in the school library and at home reading about things like Geography, Astronomy and History. So it came as a shock to some when the boy began to answer even the most difficult questions the teacher put forward. Whenever the boy answered, Mr V would respond in a booming voice, praising the boy for his seemingly endless general knowledge.

Slowly, something remarkable began to happen. The boy began to gain self-confidence. His schoolwork improved in all areas. In particular he loved writing. One day, he submitted a thirty-page story to the teacher. The story came back the following day with Mr V’s comment: “This is the best I have read for many years.”

The boy could barely believe it. Suddenly his entire idea of himself changed. No longer was he the slow child, the one nobody would listen to or care about. Now there was a part of him that knew he was smart. He quickly came to love the school and learning. Most of all  he came to love Mr V in that way that only children can love an adult, with wide-eyed wonder.

I know that little boy’s story very well, because he was me. You probably already guessed that.

Looking back almost forty years, I see very clearly that being put in Jeff Vandenbergh’s  class in the fourth grade was probably the turning point in my life. He gave me a self-belief that was simply missing before that time. It wasn’t that he cured me of all self-doubt, or completely erased the idea of my being stupid. In fact, these self-beliefs would rise again and again throughout my life (they still affect me to this day, to a degree). At times my performance as a student in high school and university waxed and waned, along with my self-concept. But I persisted, eventually completing university and gaining a PhD in my 30s. Beyond any self-doubt, there remained that self-belief, instilled in me by Mr V: that I too, am smart.

All adults are teachers, whether they come to work at the chalk face or not. We are all teachers because all of us have relationships with children and young adults. We have the capacity to transform their lives. And that grants us a very special power, and a very great responsibility.

Consider this.

Research conducted by Harvard’s Robert Rosenthal and Lenore Jacobson at an elementary school in San Francisco in the late 196os reveals just how powerful teacher expectation can be. They gave all K-5 students an IQ test, but called it the “Harvard Test of Inflected Acquisition”, claiming it could predict which students would soon succeed at school (no such test has ever existed). They then told the teachers which students had performed best. This was a lie – the names were selected at random.

The results were remarkable. The students who were expected to do well gained an average of 17-28 IQ points in the following year. It was concluded that the large increases resulted from the teachers’ subtle expectations. Incredibly, even students not named as being expected to improve increased IQ scores significantly. This was probably because of the so-called Hawthorne effect, where performers improve simply from participating in a study. It is also reasonable to assume that both the students and the teachers felt important, knowing that renowned scholars had travelled the breadth of the country to study them.

But how can this be? If IQ is a single, static entity inside people’s heads, how is it that expectations and self-expectations can modify it? The truth is that in the past twenty years science has changed in its understanding of both genetics and the brain. Not all genes are merely inherited by an individual, then activated according to some pre-set programme. Our environment has a huge impact on how genes express themselves. This is called epigenetic variation. Of course, there are ongoing debates about how much genes – and human intelligence – are malleable. Notably, debates in intelligence theory have kept pace with such ideas, and many researchers now believe that intelligence is a multifaceted phenomenon which is influenced by “nurture” as much as “nature.” Neuroplasticity has become a buzzword in brain science.

Thus it is that expectations – both our own and others – influence our behaviour in all things we do. They greatly impact the way we live our lives. Often we carry within us self-limiting beliefs about what is possible within a given situation. While it is true that all situations contain inherent limitations and restrictions, we typically vastly under-appreciate the possibilities open to us. In his autobiography, Richard Branson describes how he became very depressed when he turned forty. While he does not say why this was the case, it is reasonable to assume that the idea of “I am now forty” contained a great deal of negative baggage for him.

Ask yourself this question: Do you allow age, education, social status or other intangibles to affect the way you engage life or particular situations?

Richard Branson is a very adaptable man. He soon snapped out of his self-generated malaise, and continued to be the very successful man he is today. Yet many of us never see how we have unconsciously painted ourselves into a corner. We may stay there for a long, long time. Maybe forever.

Life is full of situations where we impose our beliefs and limitations upon the world. Often we have been told certain things are indisputably true. At other times these “truths” are implicit in media and culture, or we have unconsciously taken them on.

What is worse, we often impose our expectations of others upon them, delimiting their potential – merely through our attitude.

The key, then, is to become aware of self-limiting beliefs about ourselves, and about others and the world. And becoming aware of such inner narratives does not necessarily require hours of self-therapy or regression into distant childhood memories and past lives (although in some cases, it might). All you have to do is observe your own attitudes and behaviours. Are you acting with positive expectation, or are you avoiding action, complaining, or playing victim? If it is any of the latter, is there a belief which is holding you back?

Sometimes well-meaning social policies by governments, or even world-views generated by sub-cultures can be very self-limiting. You may be labelled a victim according to sex, sexual preference, race or culture. But if we adopt the self-concept of a victim – with world and other as oppressor – then that story will tend to limit the kinds of actions we take in our lives. Such labels can be obvious, but they can also be subtle. In conspiracy theory culture, for example, there is an implicit belief that people are dark and greedy, that the world and the human species cannot be trusted. Such a culture implicitly legitimizes rage against the world. It “believes” that “the sheeple” are helpless, ignorant victims. This is not a great narrative from which to take empowered, confident action for the greater good of humanity.

Anger is fine, as long as it is employed in creative – rather than destructive – ways. Gandhi and MLK are fine examples of the former. Bin Laden and Charles Manson are examples of the latter.

In a many ways, life is about learning to observe ourselves with love and compassion, then sharing that wisdom with the world. There’s a grace that naturally emerges when we bring the dark and hidden aspects of our minds into the light of awareness. For me it started all those years ago when Mr Vandenbergh saw the light in me, and initiated the process of drawing it out. He had expectations of me that I did not have of myself.

To this day I remain in deep gratitude to Mr V. Still, there is just one thing that I regret. In the back of my mind I had always wanted to write him a letter of appreciation, to tell him how he had changed my life. How he had always been an inspiration to me. I wanted to thank him for believing in me when nobody else did.

Sadly, about a year ago I found out that he had passed away at around the age of fifty, from leukemia. At the time I learned this I was in my childhood home town, visiting my elderly mother, who was also ailing from motor-neurone disease, and in her final days. I was told that there was a plaque in honour of Mr Vandenbergh that had been laid down in the tiny sea-side town of Old Bar, just a few kilometers away, where Mr V head lived. So a few days later I made the pilgrimage out there, by car.

I parked my vehicle outside the Old Bar Surf-Lifesaving Club on a bright, sunny winter’s day, stepped out and began to walk towards the beach area. It was with a heavy heart that I found that plaque, and the beach platform that has been named in Mr V’s honour. Remarkably, these things were erected in memory of his service to the surf-lifesaving community, not for his teaching. You can see the photos I took, below.


mr v plaque

mr v platform

mr v sea

I stood there looking at the plaque for several minutes. Yes, I felt deep grief, and some regret. Why had I not sent that thank you letter years before, when he was still alive? He had lived and died, and I had never gotten the chance to thank him. Yet I knew there was a part of Mr V that still lives on in this world. It was within me, and it remains in all the other students and people he had touched in his short time on Earth. What he taught us remains within our spirits.

I walked up onto the wooden platform that had been erected in Mr V’s memory and stared out at the vast expanse of Pacific Ocean before me. As I stood there alone before that beach, a man of middle-age, I realised that I now had the power to share Jeff Vandenbergh’s wisdom with others. Indeed, I knew that it was more than a mere capacity. It was a responsibility.

Such responsibility I humbly accept today – not only in my current work as a teacher, but with my writing and in my role as a life coach. And it is something I can bring to my everyday interactions with others of all ages.

Such gifts are amongst life’s most valuable treasures. We cannot place a monetary value on them, but they fill us with gratitude and Grace.

Thank you Mr V, for teaching me that.

Your student,


PS. Feel free to mention your favourite teacher(s), in the comments, below. Tell others how they changed your life. I would be happy to hear about them.



Marcus T Anthony (PhD) is a futurist of the human mind, writer and spiritual adviser. He is the author of Discover Your Soul Template and many other books.

Marcus posts a new article on CLN every Saturday. To view his articles, click HERE.


Do Premonitions Negate Free Will? Time to Create a New Paradigm

As I write this I am sitting in a street-side cafe in Bangkok. It’s the Landmark Hotel cafe, actually. I wish I could say that I am staying at the Landmark, but alas I find myself resident at the less resplendent Belaire Hotel, just across bustling Sukhumvit Road.

It’s very busy around these parts. The area is a sea of noisy traffic – old buses, taxis, mini-vans and tuk-tuks idle past. On the narrow footpath just below me, people – mostly western tourists – stroll past, their relaxed pace a measure of their leisurely holiday-mindedness.

Bangkok is rather crazy, with no apparent order. Street vendors pop up like mushrooms every few metres, and I have to wonder whether anybody regulates anything around here. Certainly, I have seen no uniformed police or other officials during my time here.

It’s madness, and yet this great leviathan of a city has its own perfection. There’s a kind of serenity in the hustle and bustle of life in this politically-turbulent Buddhist country.

As I sit here, cooling my body and mind with an ice-coffee, I watch the show roll on by. And I am contemplating the nature of time, space and free-will. And there’s a reason why I am deep in such existential thoughts. For I just came from my hotel, where I was following the result of an international cricket game played between Australia and New Zealand. The game played was part of the World Cup of cricket, so it was a major sporting event for the two antipodean nations. But for me there was something else about the game that was far more profound.

The thing is, precisely one week ago I awoke early in the morning and had a premonition about the outcome of the game. I often have these kinds of premonitory visions, as I have previously stated in my writings. The premonition of the game wasn’t so much a dream or a mind-movie. It was more a flash of immediate knowing, where information is pumped into the brain – from who knows where. In such experiences the knowing is immediate. It often requires no verbal input or sequencing of events. It’s just arrives uninvited, like a mysterious stranger knocking at your door then just as suddenly vanishing into the night.

The content of the vision was very clear. It indicated that the upcoming Trans-Tasman game of cricket would be a very exciting game. Australia would come very, very close to winning. Indeed, at the last minute they would be on the verge of victory. But ultimately NZ would snatch victory.

Since many of my readers are North American, I won’t distract you with too many details of the game. As it turned out, today Australia batted first and posted a paltry 151 runs. In cricket terms, this is pathetic. Therefore when New Zealand began their innings (teams only bat once) I was feeling a little annoyed. It looked like my premonition was not going to unfold. The New Zealand batsmen raced away and were charging towards an easy victory, before they had a massive batting collapse. This meant that right at the last minute they were looking like losing. But I knew better. As the match reached its exciting crescendo I knew exactly who would win. NZ. And they did – by the narrowest of possible margins, one wicket.

I’ve had premonitory dreams and visions up to one month before sporting events. So it really does beg the question. Is the future already set? Is there really any such thing as free will? After all, players on a sporting field are making all kinds of choices. Some are well-considered, while others emerge from finely conditioned reflexes or pure inspiration. Yet if in the big picture the game is already won and lost before the first ball is kicked or hit, how can anyone really be making any choices at all? It’s a philosophical conundrum that would confound Confucius.

It gets juicier. The implications move well beyond the philosophical. What does the existence of premonitions tell us about the nature of time, space and consciousness itself?

Currently in psychology and neuroscience, the dominant intellectual position is that there is no free will. This is based primarily upon one famous experiment. In the 1980s Benjamin Libet showed that our neurons fire a fraction of a second before we think we make a decision.

Despite this, and despite my experience with precognition, I believe that free will does exist. In fact, I believe that activating its full potential is central to human existence.

But there is nothing in mainstream science which accounts for human premonitions. Premonitions are considered “paranormal”, and not taken seriously. This is because they aren’t thought of as normal. Some have pointed out that this is circular reasoning.

So anecdotes and experimental evidence which pertain to seeing or sensing the future are rejected a priori, and often ridiculed. Yet millions of people continue to experience what they believe to be premonitions; and many also claim “paranormal” cognitive experiences related to ESP – intuitions that seemingly operate outside of localised space and time. I like to call this range of cognitive functions Integrated Intelligence, because I believe that they are a valid aspect of human mental life, and that they can enhance our mental capacities.

The scientific taboo against serious discussion of these matters is more than just a pity. It’s a cultural tragedy. For as we deepen our awareness and begin to fully understand that mind has non-local properties, it inevitably changes our worldview. Even more profoundly, it transcends our relationship with time and space. When we permit a full range of mental experiences to unfold, we begin to realise our deep connection to the world, to nature, and to other human beings.

Ironically, it is the philosophical and experiential refusal to allow such understandings that prevents so many of our academics and leaders from perceiving these things directly.

As I sit here, typing these words by a chaotic street in South-East Asia, there is a kind of deep tranquility which fills me as I simply allow what is happening around me, both in time and space, to be exactly what it is. This is the state of surrender that so many mystics have poeticised down through the ages. And therein lies our greatest capacity for free will.

And it’s a state that is not available to those who live within the delimited mechanistic representation of time and space which has come to dominate economically developed societies the world over.

I have no doubt that one day soon science will catch up with all of this. Although the precise pace and timing of the shift is unclear, I believe we are already in the initial stages of transition. The time will come when the evidence for Integrated Intelligence will outweigh the outmoded arguments of head-centric academics. Then slowly we will begin to correct this gargantuan cultural blind-spot which today has so deeply damaged the human psyche. Just think of how society will change, how people will occupy spaces in cities, town and in rural settings, once this deeper awareness filters into our hearts and souls. Science too, both as procedure and culture, will be forever different.

The transformations will be profound.

How such a future might look we cannot be certain. Perhaps, though, one can intuitively feel it.

What exactly are the limits to Integrated Intelligence? How might such an expansion of consciousness impact our lives, our societies, and our education systems? Our world? That is what I continue to explore with The Great Transition project. I invite you to accompany me along the way, via these e-spaces which connect us all. If you would like to be a part of the project, please email me, marcus@marcustanthony.com, and I will keep you posted via my monthly newsletter. Or simply join me here on CLN as I write regularly about related ideas, events and people. It promises to be a great adventure.

Marcus T Anthony (PhD) is a futurist of the human mind, writer and spiritual adviser. His web site is www.mind-futures.com. His new book is Champion of the Soul. Marcus invites you to comment below or contact him directly at: marcus@marcusanthony.com


How to be Both Clever and Mindful (2)


This post follows part 1, which you will find in last Saturday’s Conscious Life News (Feb 22, 2015).

Higher education

Higher education today represents a clear example of the way that mind and imbalanced rationalism dominate our world. Our universities are full of clever people who are largely unconscious. Most teaching and research is carried out by people who, despite their advanced degrees from prestigious universities and their high IQs, have little understanding of the relationship between mind and presence. Because of this lack of understanding, they are not aware of the genuine context of human cognitive and spiritual evolution.

This is true even for most who work in neuroscience and psychology. Indeed, these people are often the least aware, so completely has their thinking mind come to dominate their world.

The mind likes to think of itself as being clever. It likes to think that it is smarter than other minds. In the academic world this has become a kind of mutually agreed-upon game. Most academics derive their sense of self from believing that they are smarter than the next guy. This identification is built around the accumulation of honorifics – higher degrees from prestigious universities, number of publications in high-ranking journals, research grants and so on. Often the actual knowledge and wisdom is of much lesser import. It is the brand name, volume of words and monies gleaned that elevates an academic in status above his peers.

The result is that our institutions of higher learning are educators of unconsciousness. They pass on unconsciousness from one generation to the next.

To work in a university as a teacher or researcher, you need to have spent a lot of time developing your intellect. The intellect is the parts of your mind that deal in abstraction. The ways of knowing that predominate are verbal/linguistic and mathematical/logical. There is not a great deal of mindful introspection, and most academics have lost the capacity for presence, and for deep knowing through presence.

Those academics and philosophers whose area of expertise relates to religious, spiritual and mystical experience are often no exception. Often, such people have become so ensnared in the mind, that they cannot escape it. Their “understanding” of spirituality remains locked “in the head”.

Just a few years ago one noted master of presence visited the California Institute of Integral Studies. This is one of California’s most well-known institutions of higher learning in spirituality. Yet very few of the CIIS academics bothered to attend this spiritual teacher’s talk. They were, it seems, too busy. For the mind, spiritual knowledge can become stale and old. “I already know all this”, is a common refrain that the mind brings forth when it is dissociated from presence.


Dumb smarts and silent knowing

I feel that I am reasonably well-qualified to write about the distinction between being clever and being conscious. In my twenties I spent a lot of time developing my intellect, eventually studying towards a doctorate in education.

Then, at the age of thirty I immigrated to New Zealand. There I participated in my first genuine experience of participating in a spiritual group where the intuitive mind usurped the intellect. I was hopelessly ill-equipped to deal with the emotional and intuitive world that opened before me.

I soon dropped out of my doctoral studies, as I came to see clearly that intellectual knowledge couldn’t compare to what I was learning with the group.

I was very afraid, because I was completely estranged from my pain body and I found myself swimming in a sea of emotional vulnerability. Nonetheless, I stuck with my group, even despite the terror (and it was terrifying, which is why most academics won’t go near such experiences).

I also learned how to develop what I call “the feeling sense”, which is the affective component of psychic perception.

These new experiences showed me that my prior understanding of human spirituality was almost entirely intellectualised. It was all in the head. I thought I knew a lot about spirituality, but in truth I knew almost nothing. I experienced an “ego fall” when a spiritual teacher literally read my mind and channelled back to me the stream of ego-defences that I was developing in order to deny the truth – so that I could maintain the illusion of control.


“I already know all this stuff.”

“This is all bullshit!”

“I am smarter than you!”

“Do you know anything about quantum physics?”

I am the real teacher here, not you!”


That teacher nailed it, because this was precisely my attitude at the time. It was deeply embarrassing to have someone expose my mind like that.

When cornered, the ego tends to lash out in anger, like a trapped tiger. That was the test. Was I going to admit to myself that I was a spiritual narcissist? Or would I storm out screaming “Bullshit!”

I took the hit. I took the fall.

And that was one of the best decisions I ever made. For without the honesty to admit what I had become, no further deep learning would have been possible.

Yes, lots of book learning would have continued. There would have been lots of ideas about physics and philosophy, lots of highly intellectual concepts designed to elevate me above humanity – and cut me off from my own soul.

But I didn’t go there.

With the truth exposed, I barely read a book for several years. Instead, I explored other ways of knowing and being. I plunged into the deep end of the pool.

I took in more than a few mouthfuls of water, but eventually I swam.

Five years passed and the tide began to shift. I felt I had developed enough understanding of the relationship between mind, intellect and intuition to allow myself to reactivate my intellect.

At the age of thirty-six I enrolled in another doctoral programme, receiving my PhD within four years. My experience as an intuitive and channeller of consciousness allowed me to employ my intuition to great effect during my enrolment. The PhD was something of a breeze. I worked a regular full-time job and wrote and published a dozen or so journal articles during my enrolment. I got fantastic reviews from my examiners, and my thesis was soon published as a book by a European academic publisher.

Then, as I entered my forties, a new phase of life blossomed. I explored mindfulness and presence at a deeper level, which was something quite different from my focus on the intuitive and psychic during my early thirties. Again, I learned much new knowledge.

The totality of all these experiences means that I am now uniquely equipped to comment on the strengths and limitations of different ways of knowing – and the relationships amongst them. I now have a strong understanding of the intuitive, the psychic, the emotional, the intellectual and the mindful.

I have come to conclude that in the modern world a balanced mixture of cognitive modalities is required. But we must lead with the mindful. Developing the intuitive and the intellectual without the mindful is a recipe for self-delusion. The mindful is the most important of these domains.


This post is an extract from Marcus T Anthony’s ebook, Champion of the Soul.


Marcus T Anthony (PhD) is a futurist of the human mind, writer and spiritual adviser. He is the author of Discover Your Soul Template and many other books.

How to be Both Clever and Mindful (1)

Our education systems are in great need of individuals who are both clever and conscious.

In Champion of the Soul I have stated that awakening from the dream of mind is the most important aspect of any human life on this planet. I have written that we must develop the right relationship with the ego, mind and the psychic realms. But what of the intellect, the world of reason, analysis, classification, empirical observation? What of the world of creative imagination, debate and argument, or learned and scholarly endeavours?

Is it possible to become an awakened being – to become a Champion of the Soul – and still develop the intellect and engage in learned education? Or do we need to dispense with most or all of the human intellect if we are ever to awaken?

The answer is that, just as with the mind and ego in general, it is unnecessary to discard the intellect. In fact, the plain reality for many of us is that we need the cleverness of the abstract conceptual mind in the modern world. Researchers have to read papers and analyse ideas. Linguists have to possess advanced verbal-linguistic acuity. Physicists, computer-programmers and engineers have to spend years refining their mathematical intelligence in order to perform their jobs. And all these people have to communicate results and share knowledge via social media, media, professional publications and public forums.

Many of you reading this book will be well educated and highly intelligent. You will also have an interest in human spiritual development; otherwise, why would you be reading this book? Most likely, the question that lies at the heart of this chapter will have occupied a great deal of your thinking over the years.

How can we maintain mindful presence and develop the right relationship with mind, when we are required to spend a great deal of time in the thinking mind?

The truth is that any time you are thinking, you are in the mind – the ego. And this thinking effectively renders you disembodied until such time as you return to presence.

How many hours are there left till Christmas. Go on, work it out.

Now, where did you go when you were making these calculations? What happened to the room you are in and to your body?

Any time you are in the world of abstract thought, thinking of remembered pasts or imagined futures, you are, at least temporarily, a disembodied being.

The key then is to be able to develop the capacity to move into the mind and intellect at will, yet not get lost there. You then need to be able to return to mindful presence at will.

When you begin to awaken, you will still retain the capacity for the intellectual. You will still be able to analyse, classify, experiment, calculate and engage in abstract thought. However, these cognitive processes will no longer dominate your awareness. They will be mediated by a deeper awareness, a kind of intuition or feeling sense that does not require a linear, analytical process of thought.

For the awakened soul, mindful presence and intuition lead, then reason follows.

This inverts the relationships between the mind and awareness which has dominated western civilisation since the scientific enlightenment. However, what I am writing about is not a return to the religious thinking which preceded the development of science, which was typically heavily dominated by indoctrinated beliefs. Religious knowings tend to be learned from texts and associated with morality.

Deep awareness is simply grounded in being.

The shift towards awakening will require that you base your life experience in presence. If you base your life experience in the mind and intellect, and move into presence irregularly, it will not work. You will find that the mind will dominate you, and you will be regularly drawn into the world of mental anguish and suffering. This is the point at which many of today’s spiritual seekers terminate their spiritual evolution.


The limits of reason

Words, concepts and the intellect can only deliver so much meaning. They can also distort meaning when the listener does not connect to the intended meaning, where that listener becomes distracted by the words.

Further, there are some things that simply cannot be conveyed purely by words. For the master of the intellect, his spoken words emerge from a deeper place of knowing. His ears connect to that same place, such that when he listens, his understanding delves into spaces beyond the words and connects to the soul of the speaker.

There can be no deep knowing without deep listening.

Deep listening does not require words.

Deep listening can be drowned out by words, where the listener pays them too much heed, not listening to the intention which lies behind them.

The Champion of the Soul has eyes that see into the souls of others. He hears their words and sees the expressions upon their faces; but his heart finds a deeper truth: the genuine intention of the speaker. This ability stems from his deep presence, and the deep awareness that he has of his own mind and ego.

Once a person has become present to himself, transparent unto himself, he sees past the masks that others wear and into their souls. But he has no judgment of them, as with the non-judgment he has of himself.

Such it is that the Champion of the Soul is not easily fooled by the words uttered from the mouths of others.

In my next post (next Saturday) I will go into more detail about how to balance reason and intuition in modern education and life.

This post is an extract from Marcus T Anthony’s ebook, Champion of the Soul.


Marcus T Anthony (PhD) is a futurist of the human mind, writer and spiritual adviser. He is the author of Discover Your Soul Template and many other books.

Marcus posts a new article on CLN every Saturday. To view his articles, click HERE.

8 Ways You Deny Yourself Unconditional Love

In order to awaken you will have to acknowledge and see clearly the games your mind plays to keep itself in the darkness. Divine love, which is unconditional, is our true nature.

Which of the following little “spiritual” games do you like to engage in? Be honest now! The mind does not like to admit its own foibles. It hates losing face. But it wouldn’t hurt you to let yourself feel a little embarrassed here. Embarrassment is a nice, gentle way for the ego to take a fall. If you have something very silly close at hand – like a party hat, a used tea bag or that copy of Fifty Shades of Grey which you have been hiding from everyone – plonk it on top of your head and keep it there for thirty seconds if you recognise yourself as the player of any of these games.

 1. Perfectionism

“I need to be perfect!”

Jesus was perfect. He couldn’t be tempted by the devil, and he never ever had a wicked thought. The Buddha just sat all day around being all enlightened. So I’d better be perfect too! I’m not there yet, but maybe one day I will be.

Sorry, but you are not going to be like Jesus, and you haven’t got a hope of being like the Buddha. No, you are just fine the way you are.

Make no mistake. There are lessons we can learn from the spiritual greats. There are subtle distinctions about the way mind and cosmos interact, between the way the ego and higher self operate. But you are not here to be like anyone else. You are just magnificent in what you are right now. If you stop and relax long enough, you might just discover this for yourself. So do yourself a favour and spare yourself those thirty years of penance or meditation you think you need to become perfect.

The key to awakening lies in the deep acceptance of all that you already are, including all those parts of yourself you deem to be unacceptable.

The truth is that the Deepening is a relaxation into the perfection that you already are. The mind can never live up to the ridiculous expectations which you place upon it. So don’t even try.

If you are not having a good time, why bother anyway?

Is your ultimate enlightenment worth the cost of being a boring, miserable S.O.B. (Or D.O.B. – let’s not be sexist) till the year 2050?

I don’t think so.

So snap out of it.

 2. Addiction To The Healing Process

“I will be OK when I am healed”

Don’t interrupt my pain. I’m healing!

You have to give it to the mind for this one, for it is pure genius. Trying to heal is perhaps the perfect trap the mind sets up to fool itself. In this common scenario, you set out to heal yourself after you acknowledge that that there is repressed pain within your soul. Your mind then declares: “My goodness! This is what is stopping the light from shining within me! I must go on a healing journey! I must get rid of this pain. When I no longer hurt, I will be free – and enlightened!”

Do you see the trap? In trying to get rid of the pain, the ego is rejecting the wounded child within. The ego is rejecting itself. Shutting out the light. Here the mind is saying that the current me, with this pain and suffering, is not okay. But one day, when I get rid of all this damn anger, sadness and fear I’ll be okay. Not till then though!

What I am talking about involves a very subtle distinction. It is generally true that we have to acknowledge our pain before we can heal. If we suppress our hurt and emotions they will never heal. But we have to bring a loving, non-judgmental awareness to our pain. For any judgment of the wounded child will simply drive it further into unconsciousness.

Further, as Caroline Myss points out in Why People Don’t Heal and How They Can, the mind can become addicted to the healing process, especially the sense of intimacy that one gets from being part of a healing group, or sharing one’s pain with another.

The most effective solution to the sense of emptiness that may ensue after leaving behind the intimacy of healing groups or friends, is simply to begin to connect deeply with what is before you in every moment, in deep presence. In the end, this is the only thing that will fill the void.

 3. Addiction to “Getting There” (To That Enlightened Place)

“I’m going on a spiritual journey!”

“I’m off to find myself… again.”

Ah, yes. I am spiritual. Very spiritual! And I am becoming more spiritual. Soon I will be so damn spiritual that all those sheeple out there will be so far beneath me that I will not even know they exist!

There’s no more guaranteed way to sabotage a spiritual journey than to go on a spiritual journey. Where are you going, exactly? When will you get there? Can you see the problem? In setting up the journey, you are saying that where I am now is not okay. I must arrive somewhere else – only then will I be whole and compete. This here and this now is not good enough. Indeed, I must become more spiritual. Like the Dalai Lama, the Pope, Jesus, or the Buddha. Or maybe I can just be as enlightened as my spiritual teacher. Or this Marcus T Anthony dude. But I am not there yet. But I will be. One day. In the future. But not now. Not here.

Not ever.

The mind loves this spiritual game. It is a guaranteed way to ensure that it never has to release its power over you, for it sets up a perpetual cycle of conditional love. I will be OK when I am truly spiritual, when I get to the top of that mountain.

 4. Addiction To Being Mindful “One Day”

“I need to be more mindful”

“When I am more present, I will be enlightened, because enlightened beings live in the present moment, not in the ego.”

What a noble goal this is! After all, mindfulness is all the rage in many spiritual and self-help spheres. So the mind sets itself the goal of being present.

“Hey, I am going to be present everyone! Yes, it’s coming. Here it is! It’s getting closer every day. I can feel it out there!”

Setting the goal of becoming present in the future is just an ego game. Oh, the irony of it all! The mind feels comfortable with the idea of a future where it will become silent and deeply present – just as long as that still mind thing doesn’t happen now! Presence is a great concept, but the experience of it is terrifying to the ego. For many people it’s like the idea of travelling to India.

“What an exotic, exciting, spiritual place to go! But I think I’ll wait before I go there. They say the streets are dirty, there are lots of beggars and it’s not safe for women. Nice place to travel to India! Yep, I’ll go there one day. When it modernises more. When it’s different.”

5. Spiritually “Bypassing” Your Humanity 

“I am enlightened… spiritual… psychic… a lightwkrker!” (and other grandiose delusions)

“I am so spiritual I don’t have to deal with anything dark anymore!”

These are more labels the mind sets up, and with them come ever-more more stories that have to be played out. My favourite is the lightworker brigade. This is a popular game in some new age circles. Lightworkers like to sign off “Love ‘n light”, on their Facebook page. They give each other lots of hugs and kisses. They smile so much that they’d make Anthony Robbins feel inadequate.

Then they get into the car and scream at the guy who cuts in front of them, hating both the other driver and the shadowy driver within themselves who is not love, not light.

None of us is merely a lightworker. Not all the time. To say that “In this moment I am working with light” is fine, if that is indeed what is happening. This is light, in all senses of the word. It does not place pressure on the ego to play the spiritual game. It is simply relaxing with what is going down in the moment. Then, when that guy cuts in front of you on the freeway, and you scream, “What are you doing, you f…ing retard?!” you will immediately see – and love – the projection. You won’t try to pretend it didn’t happen. You won’t deny the truth because your commitment is not to being some perfect, Christ-like incarnation who is here upon this lower plane to deliver her magnanimous wisdom unto the unwashed masses. Your commitment is simply to love all the thoughts and feelings that arise within you each and every moment, and to take responsibility for them.

So you can give a great sigh and let of that lightworker crap.

6. Addiction to the Concept of Heaven (Post-Mortem Spiritual Paradise)

“I am going to Heaven – up there, later on.”

“I can’t wait to go home to God, where I really belong. God, take me away from this shitty place! Take me to Paradise!”

Here is another ingenious scam pulled by the mind. What better way to reject the present moment than to tell yourself that this world is just a trial run for the real deal in another place and time? This is a wonderful strategy tailor-made to reject your perfection, and to deny yourself  love.

Heaven is the present moment, for that is the only place where complete and unconditional love is found.

You are already home. Heaven on Earth is here, now.

7. Belief That You Are A Lesser Mortal Who Must Earn God’s Good Grace

“I have to please God first”

“I am a dirty little sod – but I am going to get cleaned up by God when I pass His test to see whether I am a good person. Of course, I might fail, and be cast off into Hell to burn for eternity. So I better beat myself real hard for the next seventy years or so to show that I am a humble little servant who’ll do anything to please Big Daddy.”

What is this nonsense all about? If any of my mates started mumbling this rubbish I’d give him a good hiding and tell him to wake up to himself.

The desire to please God is nothing more than the wounded child calling out to the parent for the unconditional love that it never got. And none of us ever got perfect love from our parents, because they were imperfect human beings.

The key, then, is to get in contact with the little boy or girl inside you, and love him or her with all the love you can muster. Be a parent unto yourself.

Now there’s something that would make a god happy.

 8. Giving Your Power To A Saviour

“I have to be rescued by my savior”

“Help me Jesus, I’m drowning down here! Please do it for me!”

Finally, we get to the big one. Looking for, or trying to please a Saviour is one of the central motifs of both religion and human relationships in general. In this case it is the other guy/girl – or other god – who holds all the cards. He (very occasionally a “she” in religious circles) is the one who is going to lift me up, make me better, stronger and whole.

“Save me!”

Of course, for this to happen in religious circles you have to perform special favours for the Saviour. You have to do the right thing. You have to be better, more spiritual, more holy, more chaste. More perfect. In fact you have to be more than human. Only then will you will be okay.

Can you see the conditional love involved here? There’s no hope for the light to shine through you when your entire sense of self is invested in the approval of some other god or person. The power (and love) is always out there, somewhere else.

So there they are, just a few of the many stories that dominate the human psyche. Did you see your life in any of them?


Marcus T Anthony (PhD) is a futurist of the human mind, writer and spiritual adviser. His new book is Champion of the Soul.

Marcus posts a new article on CLN every Saturday. To view his articles, click HERE.

What the Charlie Hebdo Massacre Can Teach Us About Judgment & Awareness

Everything is an opportunity for awakening. So says one of my spiritual teachers. Leonard Jacobson.

And he did mean everything.

In the past two weeks the media in western countries (and many others) has been focussed upon the massacre at Charlie Hebdo magazine.

Many of the readers who come to the Conscious Life News website like to consider themselves as being on a spiritual path; or at least see themselves as advocates of more peaceful human futures. Most of us are in agreement that we would like to create a better future where the kind of hatred and intolerance we have seen is eliminated.

In my own writings I have spoken about the awakening of the human species from the delusion of mind (ego, if you prefer). In Champion of the Soul, I write of how we can do this through mastery of the mind.

If everything is an opportunity for awakening, how then might the events in Paris assist us in our collective human awakening?

The key to mastery of the mind is coming to understand deeply the nature of judgment.

The mind by its very nature is judgmental. It evaluates all that which it perceives, labelling and  categorising it. It then decides which things are safe, and which are a threat. My understanding is that this tendency emerges from our evolutionary history, where discerning and judging things has been vital to our physical existence. For our ancestors, a dark figure rising from the trees to our left might have been be a friend, or it might have been a tiger. Those humans who lacked quick reflexes and quick judgmental capacities were soon eliminated from the gene pool.

Judgment is thus linked to a tendency to wish to eliminate, to destroy. This remains true today. If you carefully witness the judgments that arise from your mind, you will note a slight outward projection of anger, a subtle (or sometimes great) desire to rub out the thing that is being judged.

With the development of language, the capacity for abstract thought became pronounced. People became increasingly attached to their own thoughts, and to their beliefs – to their worldview. For the mind, an idea or belief which is incompatible with its view to reality is a threat to its very existence.

Whenever something enters our awareness – whether it is a troubling real-life event, information or an opinion expressed by another – the mind exhibits a tendency to protect itself from the new idea. Somewhere within our minds the new idea is seen as something akin to the dark shadow rising out of the primeval forest. Is it friendly, or is it a threat? If it a threat, it needs to be eliminated.

This is how we develop mental positions which stand against ideas, people and groups with different beliefs.

Normally the simplest way to get rid of an opposing idea is to push it away without confronting it. This may be a form of denial if the idea dismissed is indeed relevant and important.

We can also take action to eliminate the idea. We can react with anger, striking out at those with the opposing idea. We can engage in angry criticism, ridicule, shame and derision.

This is essentially the mindset which the Charlie Hedbo magazine projected, with their disrespectful depictions of the prophet Mohammad, Muslims and foreigners in general. This became more than just the culture of the magazine. It became the energy of it. And that energy was a mirror of the madness of those who destroyed them. Perhaps not quite as mad, but the consciousness of both parties had strong similarities.

It is important to acknowledge this. Consciousness has a resonance, a collective energy if you like. Judgment has an inherently destructive nature. It immediately pulls the mind into like-minded consciousness fields, like a spaceship being pulled into the gravity of a black hole.

Let me repeat that.

Judgment pulls us into dark consciousness fields.

Judgment entangles us with other minds and their projections. Judgment therefore also pull us into “drama” – read conflict – either in the physical world, or metaphysically by entangling our minds with the energy of those we are fighting.

Consciousness fields are like attractor fields – they attract resonant energy towards them.

Here is another key. Being against something is a judgment. Whatever you are against expands within your perception, and that’s part of the reason why you will tend to attract drama which reflects that judgment.

This includes being against anything, regardless of whether you believe the judgment is warranted or not.

A classic example is the human rights field. People in this field tend to be focused upon identifying and criticising human rights abuses around the world.

I noticed a related issue when I was living in China. Some expats – my friends – would become obsessed with China’s human rights abuses. As a result they became kind of half-crazy, enraged by “China”. But in fact it was not China they were angry at. It was the concept of China in their minds at which they were enraged.

What is real is that which is before you in this moment. The rest is a product of the mind.

It does not matter what you are against. You can be against murdering cartoonists. You can be against radical Islam. You can be against those who criticise Islam. You can be against Israel. You can be against the conservatives and the racists. Or you can be against those who are too politically-correct and refuse to be critical of non-western cultures and individuals.

It all stands in opposition to something; and the result is the same: the perpetuation of the madness of mind.

When you are in the mind you are not present. You are in a world of illusion. You remain a slave to the ego, not a master of the mind.

You remain unawakened.

So what attitude is permissible in the Charlie Hebdo case, if one wishes to be present to the truth of the situation?

It is possible to observe all levels of an event or the discourse which emerges from it without judgment, without engaging the mind and its destructive capacities.

The most important thing is to be able to witness your own judgments, and especially any angry or destructive thoughts that emerge from your mind. What is really happening within your own psyche? Are you attached to a belief structure? Is there fear of having your beliefs or worldview eliminated? Is there a part of your mind that wants to smash or annihilate the other, as a result of that fear?

Have you given your power away by falsely believing that another party has the ability to control your thoughts? For unless there is some physical threat or some extreme political bullying occurring, that is what you are really doing when you are threatened by the contents of another mind.

What other people think is none of your business.

This is really the next step beyond what I call “confrontational binaries” – the black and white world that the mind always produces and tries to defend.

The key is simply to be able to master the state of presence, and access it at will.

Part of that mastery is to be able to witness judgment as it rises within the mind, while remaining detached from it. Once that gap between judgment and observer collapses, then one is a slave to the mind, not a master if it.

There is no point learning how to operate a fire extinguisher when there is a fire raging in your house. For then it is too late.  You need to prepare for the fire beforehand.

It is the same with mindfulness. You need to practice the art of presence, and make it central to your life. That way, when the fires of the mind are raging through the media and internet, you will not be tempted to rush blindly towards the flames.

But it doesn’t end there. It is indeed possible to become a mindful activist. It is possible to comment or act mindfully in regard to events which are heavily mired in the madness of mind – from a position beyond the mind. It is possible to be an advocate of freedom of speech. It is even possible to identify and criticise ideas and belief systems which are ignorant and destructive. It is just that you will not be against anyone or anything – not fighting them or the system. You will be able to fully own all anger, judgments and projections. You will be able to work with your mind and engage other people’s minds, but not get stuck there. In other words you will be able to return to presence at will.

This is incredibly simple. Yet very few people – including those in positions of power – are able to do this.

In the state of presence, free from addiction to emotions, thoughts and beliefs,  you will likely experience compassion for all – even as you acknowledge their unconsciousness. Most importantly, you will be standing within your power as a human being: a champion of the soul, a master of the mind.

The world is desperately in need of such people. Are you willing to be one of them?


Marcus T Anthony (PhD) is a futurist of the human mind, writer and spiritual adviser. His web site is www.mind-futures.com. His new book is Champion of the Soul.

Marcus posts a new article on CLN every Saturday.

How Your Natural Intuition Can Protect You From Disaster

News of the Ebola virus and its potential catastrophic consequences are becoming a regular part of news updates. Having lived through the SARS epidemic while living in Beijing in 2003, I feel qualified to offer one piece of good advice on what to do should you find Ebola heading your way.

My advice is: get smart.

Get really smart.

And to get really smart you need to develop both your rational and intuitive intelligence. I believe the best way to stay on top of things during times of social crisis is to stay informed AND to trust your integrated intelligence. Integrated intelligence is the term I use for the natural human intuition that connects us to a deeper stream of wisdom and intelligence. This understanding of intuition differs from some mainstream versions in that it incorporates the idea that consciousness is not confined to the brain. Integrated intelligence connects us deeply to the world and people around us.

Integrated Intelligence can help us to sense which way to go when things get tough. The following little tale, which took place in China and is taken from a time when a few thousand people died from a nasty little bug they called SARS, demonstrates my point. The wisdom I drew from that experience is equally applicable today, when the Ebola crisis is becoming of concern to many.

Beijing in 2003 was a time of widespread panic.


But not for some.

During the SARS crisis I was living in Beijing, one of the cities hardest hit by the disease. I was working at an international school while also writing up my doctoral thesis. By that time I had spent more than a decade working at a practical level with integrated intelligence, both with others and on my own, so my own intuitive capacities were then highly developed. My experience during the SARS “epidemic” also suggests how integrated intelligence potentially shifts power relations between the individual and the state and the mass media.

News of SARS began with a trickle, then became a tidal wave almost overnight. At first there were a few cases reported by the Chinese media. But rumours began circulating around Beijing that the government was under-reporting the figures. You couldn’t blame the people of Beijing for this. Lying was the entrenched reaction of the government at all levels in China. The Chinese people were all too aware of this. The way Chinese people dealt with crisis was to listen to rumours. The thinking was that in times of crisis rumours are the only way to really know what was going on—because the media was heavily controlled. 

As is now well known, the Beijing government was indeed covering up the true figures. When they were pressured to come out with the truth, the number of daily infections went from single figures, then into the scores. 

Beijing panicked. There was a look of fear in people’s eyes. Walking along the street near my home, locals eyed me suspiciously as I approached them, and then took a wide path around me as I passed by. It was rumoured that foreigners were responsible for bringing SARS to China. In the supermarket near my apartment, there was panic buying. People were backed up from the counters in lines of thirty or so. In that same supermarket, as I walked past a stairway, an old woman lost her footing for a moment, and everyone gasped and fell back in terror. 

The old woman regained her balance and continued walking up the stairs. She had merely lost balance.

Normally Beijing’s streets are gridlocked. From my apartment it took around thirty minutes to get into the city centre by taxi. One night at the height of SARS, I got into town in five minutes flat. My cab sped down deserted streets and expressways. It was eerie. The people were huddled in their homes, too terrified to go out. 

But not I. Rather ‘irresponsibly’, I was more bemused by the whole situation. I kept an eye on the stats being released about the number of SARS infections. It was obvious that the number of infections was not accelerating at an arithmetic rate. If the rate of acceleration was arithmetic, figures would have increased something like, say, 2, 4, 16, 256 . . . and so on. But they did not. The number being reported was not increasing greatly. I also spoke to a doctor who worked at a Beijing hospital. He had not seen a single SARS case, and did not believe it was an epidemic. 

Still the rumours circulated around like the fetid odour of a rotting corpse. They said bodies of SARS victims were being taken to the People’s Liberation Army Hospital, where they were immediately incinerated. Doctors were refusing to treat SARS victims, so they were just killing the infected individuals and burning them. And so on. 


Ultimately I calculated that there was about one hundred times more chance of my dying in a car accident in China than getting SARS. Even at the peak of SARS only a handful of people per day were dying. Meanwhile around three hundred people a day were being killed in car accidents in the country. 

However, the key to my behavior was that I also trusted my intuition. I listened carefully to the voice of Spirit at this time. I examined my dreams and meditation visions, and checked my feelings before going out. And go out I did. If the ‘feeling’ was good, I ambled out of my housing compound and hailed a cab. I recall going into the local expat bar one Friday night and finding I was just about the only person there.

To Ping’s (my wife) credit, she did not panic. Maybe my relaxed attitude influenced her. Unfortunately, that same attitude was not well received by some of Ping’s friends. 

One day Ping was on the phone to her Chinese colleague Maria, and I asked Ping to invite her over. Ping said a few words on the phone, then hung up. 

“So, is Maria coming around?” I asked. 

“No,”’ said Ping. “She says your behaviour is too risky. She doesn’t want to come anywhere near you.” 

I was more bemused than anything. The Chinese appear perfectly reckless in so much of their everyday behaviour. Beijing people readily stroll out onto busy roads in peak-hour traffic, seemingly thinking they are made of cast iron. Miners work underground in horrific health and safety conditions, dying by the thousands every year. But as soon as a little virus—which was never shown to be airborne or highly contagious—hit the news, they panicked like the end was nigh. 

Almost all work came to a halt. Beijing shut down. Most everybody was too scared to come out of their houses. Many expats left the country.

I was not so worried about my own safety, as I trusted my intuition and guidance. However I could not be so sure about Ping.

After a couple of weeks the panic began to dissipate. But people were still on edge. Many businesses were closed and the economy was going into a spin.

The people chose fear. 

I chose to have a nice holiday.

I took Ping on a two-week vacation. But unlike other expats, I didn’t head offshore. No, this was a great opportunity to party. We flew down to Hainan Island south of Hong Kong, China’s self-proclaimed Hawaii of the East.

Sadly, it was closed. 

Well, pretty much. We flew in on a half-empty plane, and it was more of the same after that. We booked in at a nice hotel, and sat by ourselves at the hotel pool. And I do mean by ourselves. The place was as dead as the hotel in The Shining—empty dining hall and corridors so quiet you could hear yourself breathe. While China panicked at the impending reign of the apocalypse, we got really bored. 

For me SARS was actually a time of personal growth. I used a combination of rationality, mathematical analysis and gut-level intuition to determine my own behaviour. My actions seemed reckless to some of my Chinese friends. Yet to me they were actually more ‘rational’ than theirs. Rationality is culturally defined. Logic is only as sound as the data available. The ‘data’ I had at my disposal was drawn from both the world of the mundane, and the guidance of integrated intelligence.

The SARS period is really only different in degree, not kind, from the fear that dominates much of modern life. The media feeds people a constant diet of doom, drama and fear, because that is what sells. Governments love fear too, and are rarely short on selling the threat of ‘terror’. People readily buy into the lie that existence is perilous. Thus, the fear of death motivates much of human behaviour at an unconscious level. That fear locks us into the little world of the ego, with its guilt-ridden pasts and fear-filled imagined futures. It takes us away from the peace of a deeper connectivity with Spirit. That connection is really quite simple. All it takes is a commitment to being present, and to trusting our intuition.


Marcus T Anthony (PhD) is a futurist of the human mind, writer and spiritual adviser. To learn more about how to develop integrated intelligence you might like to read Marcus’ book Discover Your Soul Template. His new book is Champion of the Soul.

Marcus posts a new article on CLN every Saturday.

Can You Really Handle Conscious Transparency?

Imagine waking up, going online to your favourite news site and finding the following lead story.



Information terror as Net IDs go public!

Global information systems are in chaos today, in the wake of the world’s first case of information terror. Radical libertarian group FreeThink has claimed responsibility for the hacking of the global internet system.

Currently all web sites, personal internet and mobile accounts in all countries are freely accessible to the public by entering a simple universal code. For legal reasons the New York Times cannot disclose the code, but it is now circulating widely on the net.

In related breaking developments, reports are emerging that World President Li Zhongri has gone into hiding.

More details as they emerge.


How would you feel if everything you had ever written, spoken or videoed – or had been recorded by someone else –  suddenly entered the public domain? And I do mean everything, including everything that you had written anonymously under pseudonyms. Julian Assange has famously called for “radical transparency”. But could we really handle it if it was taken to its logical conclusion?

Every link, every site, every text.

The headline above is not real, of course. It is taken from a short story called The God Moment, part of my book of science-fiction stories entitled Insufficient Data. The God Moment is set in the year 2047. The main character, Hugh Anderson, is an IT entrepreneur living in Shanghai. Anderson is a not a particularly attractive man. He is short, fat, balding – and his online secrets are even uglier.

The story is called The God Moment because the hypothetical situation effectively grants everyone God-like powers to peer into the souls of any person they care to enquire about – or get some dirt on. I wrote this story because the situation actually reflects a spiritual reality: that human beings are completely transparent to spirit.

My experience as a person with a gift for clairvoyance is that there are spiritual overseers who can also see right into our hearts and souls.

There is nothing we can hide from them.


Many people with a spiritual focus in life will not find this idea too difficult to consider. After all, when we pray, when we ask or receive spiritual guidance, we are working within a “system” which renders us transparent.

I have received a lot of spiritual guidance over the years. Everybody’s journey is unique. In my case I had to deal with a lot of emotional issues relating to being abused and neglected as a child. Much of the guidance I received was about deepening my awareness of these issues and how to heal them.

For example, one problem I experienced was being drained of energy. Often I would wake up exhausted. I realised there was something wrong, but I had no idea what. So I asked for guidance. As part of the guidance I received, a song kept coming into my mind, the lines from a U2 song: “And you give yourself away…” Over time I came to realize that my consciousness field was deeply entangled with other people’s, and that literally I was allowing my energy to be sapped by them. More importantly, I came to understand that this was because there was a very needy part of me that was desperate for love and attention, a legacy of my childhood. So when I did not receive that in my everyday life, my psyche went out and sought it in a metaphysical sense.

Many such issues came into my awareness in this way. There would be an problem which I had no genuine understanding of. I would receive subtle hints as to what the general problem was, and its cause. Then I would have to go away and work on it.

This spiritual discourse made me aware that I was completely and totally naked before spirit. All was transparent. Every secret, every thought, every little habit.

Now here is my next question. What if this powerful clairvoyant capacity was the norm, and everybody could see into everybody else’s soul? What if we could see each other’s light and darkness, see how we give and take power, how we lie and deceive ourselves? Yes, even matters related to our sexual expression, our bodily functions, our anger and judgments.

Would that prospect excite you. Or terrify you?


When I said The God Moment is science fiction and based on my experience with spiritual communication, I forgot to mention one thing. I have played, lived and worked with others with an equivalent, powerful seeing capacity. I saw first-hand that conscious transparency is a capacity that all humans carry to some degree. It is just that we play a game to hide this truth from each other. Our societies, our families, our media and education structures are unconsciously designed to disguise this fact. And it is unconscious.

One problem that conscious transparency brings to the fore is that it magnifies whatever latent trust issues we have. It also exposes our self-deceptions. It makes explicit to others our judgments and opinions about them. And ourselves.

In The God Moment the problem isn’t so much that information becomes freely available. It is that human beings cannot look upon the shadow of others without resorting to judgment and condemnation. We have agendas for power and control, and we use shame as a means for manipulating others.

The truth is that conscious transparency is too much for virtually all humans to bear. I can tell you from first-hand experience that being completely transparent before others pushes every imaginable button. It can be truly terrifying.

The terror stems from the fact that there is often repressed pain and fear which underpins our self-deceptions. When we bring the darkness into light, that pain seeks responsible expression.

Conscious transparency utterly transforms social dynamics; and the level of typical human spiritual maturity is not great at this time in our conscious evolution. Too much of our minds lie in shadow. The process of bringing that darkness into the light of conscious awareness will take a great deal of time for the human collective. It will take a great deal of love and patience.

Conscious transparency therefore requires great courage.

The good news is that any given individual can permit conscious transparency in their relationship with spirit. “God” has no fear of our darkness, self-deceptions and mind games. This is why when people have near-death experiences they often feel completely loved by the light.

There’s a simple spiritual practice which you can employ which enables conscious transparency. I call it “Opening to the Great Light”. I will leave you here with this. You might like to make it a part of your regular meditation sessions, or practice it at the end of the day as you are about to sleep.

Why not become more transparent?

After all, what are you hiding from?


Opening to the Great Light

Divine love exists within and about all of us. What most people don’t realise is that we can allow it to deepen within us if we embrace it during mindful presence or meditation. This is what I call Opening to the Great Light.

You can imagine this divine love as a great ball of brilliant light that sits directly before you. You can call it “God” if you like, but this is not strictly necessary. I like to think of the Great Light as being of indeterminate size.

Divine love is always with us – it is only our judgments of self, others and the world which keep it at a distance.

As you sit in meditative or mindful presence, allow yourself to become aware of any judgments towards yourself, others or the world that you are holding onto. As you perceive or feel these judgments, simply confess them to the Great Light. The process might go something like this.

“I see that I judge myself for getting older. I open that to you God/Great Light.”

“I now see that there is anger towards my mother, which I have been carrying. I open this to you God/Light.”

“I see in this moment that I carry a belief that the world is cruel and that life cannot be trusted. I open this to the Light.”

This opening is not like the kind of confession a Church-goer might admit to the priest behind the curtain. There is no sin here, no shame and no guilt required. These labels and attitudes would represent judgments of the judgments – leading you into an endless chain of self-rejection.

Nor is there any need for penance or self-flagellation. Indeed, if guilt and self-judgment arise during the Opening to the Light exercise, just confess those to the Light also.

This is purely an unfolding exercise. It is as if you are turning yourself inside out, allowing all that is repressed within you to emerge.

There is no requirement to keep the process of spotting judgments go on indefinitely. Return the mind to the simplicity of presence after a short time. The mind might try to turn this into a game, where endless confessions prevent you coming to rest in silent presence. When you find yourself playing this game you should know what to do. Simply open it to the Light, confess it without judgment, and relax into the presence of the Light!

The Opening to the Great Light results in a tremendous lightness of being. You are not trying to get rid of anything or change who you are. You are simply allowing all of your mind to be present before God. God (within you) has no judgment of who you are. Just relax into that beautiful awareness, and joy will emerge.



Marcus T Anthony (PhD) is a futurist of the human mind, writer and spiritual adviser. His web site is www.mind-futures.com. His new book is Champion of the Soul.

Marcus posts a new article on CLN every Saturday.

The Dope Who Got a PhD

Just what are the limits of human intelligence, and is it possible to supercharge our brains? Einstein is often misquoted as saying we only use ten per cent of our brains. Is there any truth to this often-ridiculed idea? My own story suggests that the answer may be more surprising than some sceptics believe.

As an undergraduate student at the University of Newcastle in Australia, way back in the age of mullet haircuts (when Duran Duran was cool and Madonna was hot) I wasn’t such a great student. I found study to be a real struggle. Much of the time I just couldn’t get into it. I hadn’t found what I was passionate about.

The other problem was that I believed that I was stupid. Well, that’s not entirely true. Part of me believed that I was smart. There were conflicting belief structures held within different parts of the mind. It was a bit like having your car in 4th gear and reverse at the same time. The beliefs canceled each other out. How did this happen?

As a kid growing up I was convinced that I was dumb, which was probably due to the fact that people said so. Quite literally. In fact my older brother Jeffery used to call me “Dope”, and there was always a vicious sneer when he used the term (in his defense, he was just passing the “shit” down one level of the system – he had been dumped on by others further up the line).

In fact I was quite literally developmentally delayed.

They held me back in first class at the age of 5. Yes, I was a “repeater”. Mind you, I was a little young for first class, having entered school well before the age of 5. Of course I was too young to really care, but somehow the idea that I was a bit daft got imprinted into my mind. I still remember my teacher in second class bawling out another kid after he got a bad test result saying, “Even Marcus beat you!”

I had become extremely introverted. At home I was beaten and largely starved of any love or attention from my parents, as were my siblings. My defence mechanism was to turn away from the world of people.

In the third grade I recall being sent for IQ testing. I was told I might be going into the slow class. I was asked a whole heap of questions and told to solve some problems. I was shocked when at the end the man giving the test smiled at me and said “Well, you are the only one who ever got all the questions right.” 

Then, at the age of ten something wonderful happened. My fourth class teacher, Mr Vandenburg, started saying good things about me. It was just about the first time anyone had ever actually said something nice to me. I blossomed academically, and suddenly I was considered the smartest kid in the class. This was not so much because of great grades, but mostly because I had a voracious appetite for reading, developed a broad general knowledge, and answered just about every damned question the teacher asked. I recall that at a school camp in grade 6, the camp master asked the students who was the smartest kid (for a particular puzzle he was about to give), and the other kids chose me. That was something of a turn-around for “Dope”.

This is why I grew up with those conflicting belief structures. There was the formative belief that I was “stupid”, and another belief that I was smart. The stupid one mostly won out, although I did manage to become the first and only person in my family to complete secondary school. I then entered university to study an arts degree at the University of Newcastle. I didn’t do too badly academically, but nothing special. Again there was the problem of boredom. I studied History, Geography and English Literature not because I was passionate about them, but because they were part of the curriculum.

There arrived a pivotal moment in third year when the “smart” belief structure suddenly kicked in. I realised that by putting myself into an excitable state that I could write passionate and very good history papers. Although I had never heard of the “flow” state (as popularised by Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi), but that’s pretty much what happened when I set about writing papers. In Modern History I got high distinctions for every paper I wrote that year. That was why I was accepted into the History honours programme the following year.

But things didn’t quite go to plan. I found that I lacked any genuine passion for History, and I didn’t have the capacity to create an ‘artificial’ flow state regularly. When it came to submit my first honours paper (on Marx’s theory of History) I was so demotivated, I just couldn’t start it. So it came to pass that the day before the paper was due for submission, I knocked on the door of Professor Henry Chan’s office. He opened the door and gave me a dirty look. He’d already taken something of a disliking to me, as I was mostly a passenger in his tutorials.

“Sorry Henry”, I stammered. “But I have been very busy lately, and I won’t be able to get the Marx essay in on time. Can you give me a week’s extension?”

Henry’s brow suddenly became as furrowed as the Yellow River on a stormy day. “No, you certainly may not! If you do not hand in that paper by 9.00am tomorrow, I am going to recommend that you be excluded from the honours programme!”

He closed the door rather abruptly.

I muttered something about his lack of parentage, and stumbled back to my dorm to slave the entire night away on the paper. The result was that the following day I did indeed manage to submit the essay. It was undoubtedly the greatest load of utter nonsense ever submitted as part of an honours programme anywhere in the history of academia. They duly awarded the essay a 3rd class grade. For those unfamiliar with the Oxbridge grading system, that means it was crap.

I decided to quit the honours programme. Then I changed my mind and fumbled my way though a few more months of the same stuff. Then I quit again, then unquit, and began again. I was depressed. I did not know why I was even there. Emotionally speaking, I was all over the place. I had more ups and downs than a porn movie.

Eventually it came a month before the end of the programme, and I had to submit a minor thesis. This was worth a great deal of the final honours grade, so there was some chance I could partially redeem myself for the academic travesties I had committed till that point in the programme. So all I had to do was write the thesis.

Only I didn’t have one. I’d been slack all year and hadn’t done the work I was supposed to have done on it till that point.

Yet somehow, that certain spark of intelligence rekindled within me. I did nothing but read, research and write for a month, often staying up through the night till daylight, as I worked feverishly. It was as if I was possessed by a greater spirit. I would read, then ideas would come to me. There were connections, distinctions, insights, and they all seem to appear from nowhere. I was inspired.

Finally, right at the deadline, I submitted the thesis, and waited for the result. When I rang the Dean three weeks later to inquire about my final honours grade, I could hear him down the end of the line speaking with gritted teeth (he didn’t like me either).

“You have been been awarded a class 2A honours degree – by the skin of your teeth!”, he hissed like a venomous reptile. After the heavy breathing stopped, I said thank you and hung up.

I was elated. It was a great result for someone who had been looking at a humiliating result just months before. The final thesis had received a very high grade, which compensated for the prior crappish results in certain components of the programme (such as Marxian theory). It was a best case scenario. While it wasn’t a first class degree (the highest possible), it was next best, and given the circumstances, I was overjoyed. I had gotten out of jail.

I didn’t realise it then, but my inspired writings in those last two years of my initial stint at university (amidst the aforementioned crap), were the beginnings of my understandings of what I now call Integrated Inquiry (IIQ). This is a way of incorporating Integrated Intelligence (spiritual intelligence if you prefer) informally into the research process. This involves employing intuitive mind in all stages of research – in creative inspiration, locating data and materials, synthesising information and even in analyzing findings.

When I enrolled in my doctoral thesis some 14 years after my honours programme was completed, I had crystalised the processes. I found myself deeply inspired, and was able to compete the thesis in less than four years while working full time. I had also published half a dozen peer-reviewed papers during my enrollment. When I finally received reports from the thesis examiners, I was delighted to find that they were effusively positive. One such report, which I later found out was from a former tenured professor at one of the world’s top 5 ranking universities, had this to say:

This doctoral thesis is an exceptional document. I am hard put to adequately express all the thoughts it brings to mind. I am first most impressed by the fact that, based on where I see the hopeful discourse for our time headed, this thesis seems to have leaped ahead and got to where the discourse will, if we are lucky, arrive in maybe another decade or more.

I see his thesis as being the sort of island or rock upon which one can build a very significant career either as an educator or as a writer, or as both. Again, I must stress I see Marcus Anthony as having reached where others will arrive, and most not so well, some years yet ahead in time.

His marshalling of references is very impressive. Rather than simply tie his presentation to one or more powerful established positions, he has fought his way clear to achieve what seems to me a rare independence and maturity of mind.

Not bad for a “Dope.”

Perhaps though, I should point out that in the 14 year period prior to my enrollment in the doctoral programme, when I was not studying, I spent an inordinate amount of time doing emotional healing work, and also developing my own Integrated Intelligence. In short, the “Dope” story had lost all its power, and I was able to express a greater degree of my innate intelligence. Although it is not yet well appreciated in mainstream psychology, my own experience has led me to conclude that healing work can open up greater portions of the brain, thus making you effectively smarter.

Further, the entire idea of neural plasticity, when combined with the idea of epigenetic variation (environment can effect gene expression) shows that the brain is far more malleable than once imagined. This does not mean that your intelligence is unlimited – or that you are only using ten percent of your brain (as the cliche goes). But what it does mean is that you have a lot more to work with than a simple IQ measurement might suggest.

Finally and most crucially, if you can develop a good degree of Integrated Intelligence, you are not even limited by the brain – as the brain is able to draw upon non-local connections that transcend space and time. When academics and scientists ridicule the idea we use only a small amount of the brain, they do so with an implicit assumption that intelligence is only a function of the physical processes in the brain. Brain scans show clearly that most of us use most of the brain at least some of the time. However, these reductionist methods do not show whether a person is activating the non-local mind.  The very question is never asked, let alone tested, because Integrated Intelligence is neither acknowledged nor understood.

When we refuse to pay attention to the secondary stream of consciousness that is the extended mind, we immediately retard our innate spiritual intelligence. This is one of the great tragedies of modern science and education.

So, why think of yourself as smart or stupid, when there is a vast intelligence which you can tap into as you go about exploring knowledge? We are all much smarter than we realise.

In my book How to Channel Your Dissertation, I detail the five intuitive methods behind IIQ. The book also contains some direct quotations from my study diary of the time, and these detail the way that inspirational knowledge came to me, often without my even trying. Whether you are a student or researcher you should find these tools very useful.



Marcus T Anthony (PhD) is a futurist of the human mind, writer and spiritual adviser. His web site is www.mind-futures.com. His new book is Champion of the Soul.

Marcus posts a new article on CLN every Saturday.

A Brilliant Light in the Night ~ My Personal UFO Experience

Some people ask me how I got interested in knowledge that might be considered “alternative” in some circles. Here is a little story about an extraordinary experience that certainly helped me along my way! So here goes my story, and one hundred per cent true.

In 1996 I was living in Coffs Harbour, New South Wales, Australia, a small coastal town. One day I was walking along the street downtown, and I saw a sign which read: “Psychic readings, $10”. I had never had a psychic reading up till that time, and curiosity got the better of me. So I went inside and met a woman named Lesley Halverson who gave me a “reading.” The reading itself was nothing particularly special. But what followed certainly was.

To cut a long story short, I ended up going to one of Lesley’s talk/meditation evenings a few weeks later. At the end of the talk she told everyone present that she had had lots of dreams about UFOs the previous night.

“Whenever I have these dreams there are lots of UFO sightings around,” she said. “So if you go out tonight you may see something. I feel that about two in the morning would be the right time.”

Now, being the gullible fool that I am, I decided to take up the offer. I went to bed at about 11 p.m., but set my alarm for 1.45.

When the alarm rang, I managed to drag myself out of bed. I stumbled around my house for 5 minutes, and then headed outside at 1.50 a.m. sharp.

My eyes almost popped out of my head when I swung the door open and looked up at the sky. For flying right in front of me in the clear night sky was something I had never seen before. I can only describe it as a large ball of luminous white light, about a third the size of a full moon. The thing was probably a few hundred metres in the air, and was floating eastwards at about 90 degrees above the horizon. There was absolutely no sound, and it seemed to be gliding on air. I can only describe it as eerily unearthly. I ran out onto the road, and watched it disappear over the neighbours’ houses. In total it was in view about 30 seconds.

The ball of light was heading east, out over the ocean, and since I was in an excitable state, I ran down to the beach, which was only a few hundred metres from where I lived. I walked up and down the beach for an hour, but the ball of light was nowhere to be seen.

Finally I gave up, and decided to head back to bed. I walked back down the short street to my home, and trudged up the driveway. Then, as I was about to duck under the doorway (I’m rather tall) I looked up one last time. Once again my eyes nearly jumped out of my head. I saw something equally as amazing as the ball of light. For, moving directly over my head there was a group of about twenty red, circular lights, flying in a double-V formation, one “V” inside the other. Again there was no sound, just eerie silence. The objects flew in a southerly direction, parallel the coast. They appeared to be a few hundred metres in the air, and within half a minute disappeared behind some trees at the end of the road.

I have had quite a few “interesting” experiences since that day, but probably nothing quite so extraordinary as that night. Of all the things that set me on a path of questioning dominant knowledge structures of western society, and the road to exploring human intelligence and human futures, this experience was probably the most significant.

What were those things I saw that night? How on earth did Lesley know that they were going to be there at that precise time, merely from a dream? Why are these kinds of phenomena still a taboo topic in modern science and academia? What do they mean for the future of the human mind and human civilisation? I’m still asking these questions today.


Marcus T Anthony (PhD) is a futurist of the human mind, writer and spiritual adviser. His web site is www.mind-futures.com. His new book is Champion of the Soul.

Marcus posts a new article on CLN every Saturday.


The Woman Who Could See Through Walls… and Souls

I have from time to time written about a most remarkable woman I once knew, whom I refer to as Jessica (not her real name). I also mentioned her in my TEDx talk in Hong Kong. In fact, of all the many extraordinary people I’ve met in my life, she is one of the two most remarkable, the other being mystic Leonard Jacobson.

I haven’t spent a lot of personal  time with Leonard, but I did have numerous dealings with Jessica over a period of two years, and in that time I got to know a great deal about her. Jessica is the inspiration for the theory of Integrated Intelligence (which is the subject of much of my teachings) because she embodied that intelligence more than any other person I have ever encountered. The following tale I take from my book Extraordinary Mind.

So, please allow me to backtrack a little . . .

It was not until I had turned 30 that I met a group of extraordinary people who would fully embody the idea of Integrated Intelligence. That was when I moved to New Zealand. I had been meeting with the Wellington branch of the Spiritual Group for several months before I met Jessica, who lived far to the north in Auckland. The morning I was to meet her (she was coming to visit our branch), I had a most disturbing image come into my mind while I was meditating. As I sat in silence, eyes closed, I suddenly experienced myself looking down, and ‘saw’ that my hands were covered in blood. It was a brief but graphic and horrifying vision.  What could such an image mean? I knew that there was a profound message in it, but possibly something I’d prefer not to know.

Later that day I went to meet with my Spiritual Group. Those of us who had never met Jessica were full of anticipation, but more than a little fear. For we knew that she was a woman of astute spiritual perception; and the entire process which underpinned the group was to permit the surfacing of the shadow side of the psyche. This was often a profoundly confronting experience, and required a degree of honesty and commitment to the truth that is difficult to appreciate. It was like being stripped bare before one’s peers. We all knew that there would be no keeping of personal secrets from Jessica that day.

I didn’t quite know what to expect, but when Jessica entered the room, I saw a tall, thin woman of middle age, who carried herself with an air of personal mastery, yet was gentle and child-like. After a while we all sat down on the wooden floor, and she introduced herself to everyone in the circle of about twenty people, one by one, sharing her intuitive feelings about each of us as she spoke. When she got round to me (I was sitting directly opposite her) she didn’t even say hello. She just said, “I can see blood on your hands”. I was shocked, recalling the powerful meditation image from earlier that day. She said she’d speak to me later about what it meant.

During a break, she came up to me told me what the blood represented. I was told that it related to a personal ‘issue’ of mine (not literal blood, before the police are informed!).

Though this story appears in the Personal Prelude of my PhD thesis, and my book Integrated Intelligence, I didn’t write what Jessica told me, because in academic work there are some things which are taboo! As she spoke to me, Jessica looked at me, closed her eyes, then began to make quick movements with one hand, passing it across the other, employing a particular intuitive measurement system—what I call the Quick Check in Discover Your Soul Template.

“This blood represents the shame passed down from your great, great, great, great, great grandfather on your father’s side of the family. He contracted syphilis, and the shame of it left a deep scar on his psyche.”

The psychic energy of that event was then passed down through several generations of the family, till it reached me. After we had discussed this for some time, Jessica’s entire demeanor shifted abruptly. Her face became light, and she insisted that we dance and celebrate the consciousness that we had received; because for Jessica, truth was freedom. The sudden shift was a little disconcerting, but I soon realised not to expect the ‘normal’ from her.

That was a life-changing reading. I had always had major issues related to the expression of sexuality, and using Jessica’s guidance, I was able to begin to work through part of that (there are also multiple issues passed down through my mother’s side of the family).

Jessica was the originator of the Spiritual Group (not the actual name). She had begun to develop it about six years before I arrived on the scene; they already had a core team of committed spiritual seekers, and a well-developed process in hand. I can’t divulge too much here, but the purpose of the group was to help people assume responsibility for the lost parts of themselves, to heal their inner child and to begin to express their true power as human beings. Most people are controlled by their unconsciousness, and the dark (dense) consciousness fields which operate through them as a result of that unawareness. In this sense, “enlightenment” becomes the bringing to awareness of the shadow, and how these energy fields manipulate us through them.

The Spiritual Group was thus no New Age ‘Love ’n Light’ Centre, it was a hard-core gathering of people who were deeply committed to spiritual development. The programme was extremely confronting and demanding, and many people only lasted a short time before they left, or were asked to leave. People were regularly given ‘time out’ from the group when they reached a point where they could no longer process the information that they were being shown. This usually happened when they were exposed to the workings of their shadow, and their ego rejected what they were shown.

I was no exception, and had several periods out of the group when this happened to me. These were extremely difficult times, because the individual had to go away and use the tools to work on the energy that they were failing to assume responsibility for. What was not owned, got projected onto other group members. This became a huge problem. Because the group was working with consciousness at such a deep level, it was constantly being subjected to psychic attacks from negative influences. When people failed to assume responsibility for their shadow, the dark energy used them as a channel to attack other group members. If this sounds scary in theory, I can assure you that it is a hundred times worse in reality!

Needless to say, this all required a level of perception far beyond what most human beings on the planet are capable of at this time in our psycho-spiritual evolution. Yet the necessary clairvoyant and energy-reading skills can be learned, if one is willing to commit heart and soul to the process. The truth is, though, that it really did take an almost inhuman degree of self-discipline. In my case, I sometimes devoted up to eight hours a day doing the energy work, in my own time.

Jessica had cognitive skills that were simply out of this world. She could look at a person and discern whether they had an allergy or a physical problem, for example. She also knew immediately whether someone had a genuine intention to actually do the work required to participate in the group, regardless of what the person actually said, or believed themselves. And she did not need to be in the vicinity of a person to be able to read their energy. She quite literally could check up on anybody, anywhere, regardless of location.

At one time I was trying to work through a particular sticking point, and I was asked to deal with some dark energy that was emerging from my psyche. I went away and worked on it for a few weeks. However, it proved to be immensely difficult and beyond what I was able to handle at that time. I became desperately frustrated, as I began to realise that I just wasn’t able to deal with what was happening. One day, after having done eight hours of grueling self-work, I reached boiling point. I was full of blame and anger, and all I wanted to do was scream hate and rage at the world. That night I went to bed and had a vision. I was looking down into a black, tornado-like vortex of energy. At the bottom of the vortex a single flag was draped over the ground—the red, black and white flag of Nazi Germany. Then a somber male voice said, “Master of Destruction.” At a psychic level, I had assumed the energy of a Nazi.

That vision was all I needed to know to realise that I was really processing some frighteningly dark energy. I got up the next day feeling hopeless, and at about 9 a.m. the phone rang. I walked over and picked up the receiver with a heavy heart, knowing what was coming next. Sure enough it was Jessica. She said that she had been ‘observing’ me and that I had become a channel for dark energy, and this was severely affecting other group members. I would have to sit out indefinitely. This was a devastating failure for me, but one I had to experience. It was a test of spirit.

Though this may sound indifferent or cruel in a sense, these were the requirements of participation in consciousness evolution at that level. The bar was set, and you had to jump that high, or get off. (I did eventually manage to work through that issue, though, and returned to the group some months later).

Jessica wasn’t the only amazing person in the Spiritual Group. There were plenty of others, and all expressed their extraordinary abilities in different ways. Yet all of us were very human. There were times when people got things wrong, even Jessica. With the kind of confrontational work we did, buttons got pressed on a regular basis, so there was no shortage of issues to work through. I didn’t always agree with everything that went on. If I had run the group, I would have changed things a little, and made the process less confrontational. No doubt Jessica would have changed a few things too. But we are all wise in hindsight. With a slightly more gentle approach, we probably could have reduced the kinds of problems witnessed with the woman Lilly. Lilly didn’t get it, and became a destroyer. Then again, that was her choice. I could have become a destroyer, but chose to do the work required to work through the problem.

Yet it is clear to me at this point, fifteen years after Jessica disbanded the group and left New Zealand, that nothing can destroy the spiritual transformation that so many of us experienced there. We were witness to things that are yet to appear on the dominant map of reality of the modern Western world. And what a gift that was!

Perhaps the greatest gift that Jessica gave us was that many of the skills she possessed were passed on to those who worked with her, including me. I make no claim to be able to do all the things that she could at the same level, but I certainly learned to do many of them, and these abilities now express themselves through my particular cognitive aptitudes. I am able to use them to help others in my own role as a spiritual counselor and life path reader.

For a decade I didn’t dare teach these skills. To be honest, I was scared of them, because they do carry great power, and they can be abused. But I am now at a stage where I believe that it is right to begin to teach—but only with those who are prepared to do the work, and commit to spiritual evolution at a high enough level. My writing of the book Discover Your Soul Template was the first step.


photo marcus Marcus T Anthony (PhD) is a futurist of the human mind, writer and spiritual adviser. His web site is www.mind-futures.com. His new book is Champion of the Soul.

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Futurist of consciousness Marcus T Anthony, PhD, outlines his exciting vision of a deep future where human beings live in communion with the cosmos which spawned them. Taken from the TEDx event at the Hong Kong University of Science and Technology.


photo marcusMarcus T Anthony (PhD) is a futurist of the human mind, writer and spiritual adviser. His web site is www.mind-futures.com. His new book is Champion of the Soul.

Do You REALLY Believe in Abundance?

Marcus T Anthony (PhD) is a futurist of the human mind, writer and spiritual adviser. His web site is www.mind-futures.com. The following is an extract from his new book, Champion of the Soul.


Spiritual folk love to talk and write about abundance. They get excited about prosperous futures and about the abundant present. “Feel rich now, and you will truly be rich!” goes the cliché. They are happy and smiley folk, and their minds rejoice in the splendour of what is – but mostly about what is to be.
This is all very good and fine. I am certainly not against such thinking (with that possible caveat about become obsessed with the idea of a better future and thus rejecting the present).

But here is what interests me. I have come to notice that many spiritual folk cannot walk the talk. There is an obvious contradiction between the words and the behaviour. Let me elaborate by putting forward some questions.

If you really, truly believed that the world and the cosmos are abundant, how would you behave? Would you be miserly, or generous?

When you see another in need, do you offer a helping hand?

What if you see one of your spiritual colleagues being successful – creating, producing, managing in an abundant way? Do you rejoice in their success? Or do you feel a twinge of envy and resentment?

Do you take the time to share in their joy and abundance, or do you sulk and hide away from them?

The reason I write this is because it has always perplexed me that many in the so-called spiritual community are reluctant to share in each other’s joy. My experience is that spiritual folk are not very supportive of each other. They guard their successes jealously. When another produces great work or experiences great success, they tend towards the Ebenezer Scrooge archetype more than the Christ archetype.

Many times I have posted updates on Facebook and social media announcing a new project, book contract or insight, only to get absolutely no encouragement or congratulations from others. And I have hundreds of social media contacts in the industry.

Sometimes members of the spiritual community are downright nasty. One time I posted a tweet about my novel The Mind Reader. The short spiel went.

“What if you could read minds? What if you could peer into the dark spaces within men, into the unknown country where even they dare not venture?”

The only response I got was from a fellow-spiritual teacher who snorted:

“So what? I can read minds and if you could you wouldn’t be impressed with the crap you find there.”

Can it be said that such people truly live an abundant life? Do they really believe in abundance?

I don’t think so.

But enough of the problem.

I have a better idea than jealously guarding our spiritual “wealth” in a universe that we believe is too small to accommodate us. What if, instead, we made a commitment to communicate love and support for our spiritual and creative brothers and sisters? What if, whenever we noted a pang of envy or jealousy at another’s successful project, we simply gave that feeling to God and then sent a message of hope and support to our fellow spiritual journeymen and women? What if we did this many times every day?

If you did this, how might it change your life? How might it revolutionise your sense of abundance? It costs nothing to extend a generous heart to others. And there is no better time than now to begin.

One hundred acts of generosity
Beginning right now, commit to performing a total of one hundred acts of generosity for others. There is no set timeframe for this task, but if you aim for a minimum of five generous acts a day you will be able to complete the task well within a month.

None of your generosity need involve money. You may give or spend a little money if you like, but I suggest that for this activity you minimise expenditure. Indeed, the fact that you can perform these acts without spending money renders the process all the more powerful.

A generous gesture is a genuine act of love that comes from within your soul. That rules out simply giving for the sake of it.

These acts can occur in real life, on the internet or via electronic media, by phone or any other means you can think of.

Here are some suggestions (but don’t let me limit your imagination).

• Congratulate a friend on his new relationship.
• A Facebook friend has completed his first book. Send him a public or personal message saying “Well done!”
• Assist an elderly person in a public space.
• Say hello to a stranger while walking down the street. Smile warmly!
• Someone you know tweets a link to a blog post he wrote. Take the time to read the post and make a short comment.
• Someone posts an attractive photo of themselves online. Give it a “like”; or better still, tell them they look great!
• You bump into an old friend down the street. Let him know that you have often thought about him (if it’s true), or that his he still looking good after all these years.
• Say thank you to the waitress, the bus driver, the policeman. Tell them one good reason why you appreciate them. “I think you are great because…”

Here’s the thing. With each act of generosity, you have to write it down. Number them off from one to one hundred. Carry a notepad, or write it on your tablet device or smart phone.

Shifting attention away from yourself and onto being of service to others is a great teacher for the ego. Usually the ego is all about “”What is in it for me?”. When you begin to shine your light outward, you become less obsessive about your own story, your beliefs, your limitations and your expectations.

Give it a go. But don’t delay. There is no time quite like the present to be of service to God.

And you will be of service to God.

And your soul.

In an abundant universe.

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If you want to learn more about genuine abundance, you might like to read my brand new book book Champion of the Soul.


Marcus T Anthony