Yesterday, I blogged about my father, and amongst the comments were some wonderful stories that people shared about their own fathers. Wonderful warm, happy memories. But why did I suddenly change tack so abruptly? I mean, I'd been blogging about psychic self defence for a while and then suddenly there I was talking about my father and his eccentricities.

Are you sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin.

The best lessons in magic and spiritual practice shouldn't come across as lessons at all. Things have been getting bleak and nasty in some parts of blogland lately, haven't they? Well, in writing about my father, and in sharing in the stories of your fathers what I was doing was introducing a positive male figure into all this.

The Dad. Your Dad. My Dad. The Dad-we-might-have-liked-to-have-had even. All good men, kind at heart, loving, warm, trustworthy.

Why? Well, a wise man once told me that the best way to stop weeds growing in a garden was to fill it with flowers. So that was what I was trying to do. I was trying to nudge out people (male or female) who are not kind at heart, loving, warm or trustworthy by replacing them with people who possess all those qualities.

And I haven't finished yet. I'm going to blog next about mothers... care to join me?