Ian Gardner was born on the 20th February 1934 in Sri Lanka, then Ceylon, and christened Basil Ian Gunewardene. He was born two months prematurely and nearly died five times in his first two months. He moved to Australia in September 1969 where he changed his surname to Gardner. From childhood, he had an enquiring mind and an innate interest in the supernatural. Since 1986, nineteen years of regular periods of meditation, "searching within", reading and revelations have culminated in this free book which has been nine years in the making. Further writings followed and all his writings are available to all on the Internet free of charge. There is more information in the preface of the book. February 2020. My search - my journey, is now complete.
- animal instincts
- being still
- big bang
- I am
- life is a stage
- perceived reality
- spiritual growth
- spiritual progress
- sunbeam and sunlight
- The conscience
- The Illusion
- the journey
- the mind
- the Truth
- the voice of conscience
Monthly Archives: October 2010
When our feelings are hurt we are inclined to ment or say, “You hurt my feelings”. That would be incorrect as what we should say is, “My feelings got hurt”. We cannot blame another for our doing.
If we assume that in their time the Buddha and the Christ were the only “messengers” on Earth, that the population of the Earth at that time was one million, and that such “messengers” appeared thereafter in proportion to … Continue reading
Paradoxically, the growth of the Soul results in its elimination but with the fruition of the Spirit in all its glory.
The upheaval of the ground by ploughing in preparation for the sowing of the seeds of growth is like the upheaval in the lives of many souls on Earth.
When the pilgrim is aware of what is and why it is, he or she needs no crutch, walks tall and without fear.
Now and again Ian gets angry with people because of what they say or do but I love them for what they are despite what they say or do.
When life itself is a pleasure whatever one’s circumstances, there is no need to look elsewhere for pleasure.
So much poetry and song lyrics are created by the emotion of love yet it is an illusion too! Albeit an illusion which, like time – another illusion – serves a purpose in this plane, a means of expressing … Continue reading
The mistakes we make do not come back to haunt us, they lie ahead – waiting! Waiting for us to face the same choices again, but then with greater wisdom.
Whether stated by a Christ, a Buddha or a five-year-old child a Truth is a Truth, so ignore the human source.