Sunday, November 26, 2017


Sorry for the lack of new blog entries but I suffered a rather severe heart attack just six months ago and have needed to take things easy since. Normal service will be resumed as soon as possible.

Gareth Knight


Josephine said...

oh no! I hope you are recovering well, and sending you lots of good wishes,
Josephine xx

igorfinger said...

Best wishes on a full recovery. Jim

JohnP said...

Thinking of you!

Anonymous said...

Sorry to hear that you have been stricken thus, sir. I fir one look forward to hearing more from you once you are able to deal with wrestling with a computer once more.

Stephen Michael Mathias Szabo

Tim Flannery said...

I am very sorry to hear about your coronary and I trust your rehabilitation goes well.

Laurence said...


If I only knew how to connect with you in non-local consciousness and be a grateful active conduit in your healing. As such, I say please stay with us a bit longer. I am learning from your work.

Be well

Fred Buck said...

Here’s hoping you feel much better soon. I’m reading “Magic and Power of the Goddess” for the first time, and loving every minute of it....And I’ve been studying the circle cross since Bill Gray released his cassettes 40+ years ago. Just goes to show, that there is always more to learn. Thank you for your wonderful body of work. Looking forward to the next addition! All the best, and happy holidays!

Anonymous said...

you old thing! And here I have been afraid for months that I killed you.

Anonymous said...

"And I saw another man.
Tired and lame he dragged himself along the dusty road, across the deserted plain under the scorching rays of the sun. He glanced sidelong with foolish, staring eyes, a half smile, half leer on his face; he knew not where he went, but was absorbed in his chimerical dreams which ran constantly in the same circle. His fool's cap was put on wrong side front, his garments were torn in the back; a wild lynx with glowing eyes sprang upon him from behind a rock and buried her teeth in his flesh. He stumbled, nearly fell, but continued to drag himself along, all the time holding on his shoulder a bag containing useless things, which he, in his stupidity, carried wherever he went.
Before him a crevice crossed the road and a deep precipice awaited the foolish wanderer. Then a huge crocodile with open mouth crawled out of the precipice. And I heard the voice say:--
'Look! This is the same man.'
I felt my head whirl.
"What has he in the bag?" I inquired, not knowing why I asked. And after a long silence the voice replied: "The four magic symbols, the sceptre, the cup, the sword and the pentacle. The fool always carries them, although he has long since forgotten what they mean. Nevertheless they belong to him, even though he does not know their use. The symbols have not lost their power, they retain it in themselves."

Gandalf1of9 said...

I'm so sorry for your illness. Please take good care of yourself. You are in my prayers. Mithrandir Greyholm

Michael Robert said...

Wishing you the very best for a full recovery and a prosperous, peaceful New Year. My very best wishes to you - Michael