Meet Your Point

13/08/2026

P**n problem?

You can't stop.
When you're not on it, you're thinking about it. You're just going through the motions at home and at work.

You love the secret rush.
The escape.
The relief.
But afterwards you hate yourself.

The only thing that numbs the dread of your lies being found out is more.
Leaving you feeling empty and alone.

27/07/2026

*The Zero Point:*
Black holes, quantum tunnelling, and finding your soul.

General relativity is the most precisely-tested theory of gravity and large-scale phenomena we have. Quantum mechanics works at the very small scale. Loop quantum gravity is one attempt to find a framework that encompasses both. None of them has found a soul, and I’m not claiming they have. But when we follow either road far enough, outward through material knowledge, or inward through contemplative practice, we arrive somewhere that’s described in similar ways...

*How I started to find my soul*

I was 18, an atheist, and a keen student of science. I’d read the bestseller ‘The Tao of Physics – An Exploration of the Parallels Between Modern Physics and Eastern Mysticism’ and was hungry for meditation experience. I met a man who seemed to have a glow about him. His name was Lee James. I said to him, “You must have contact with other worlds to be like you are.” He replied that he was a ‘Raj Yogi’, and explained that the foundation of his meditation style was contemplating the inner self as an infinitely tiny point of spiritual light above and behind the eyes. I was at work at the time, so we didn’t talk long on that occasion. He gave me his phone number.

A week or two later, unable to sleep, I tried unsuccessfully to phone Lee at 2am. I decided to attempt reaching him through a meditation experiment. At that stage, my only experience of meditation had been progressive muscle relaxation exercises in my drama classes. So that’s what I did, lying on my back on my lounge-room floor. I then focused on the point of light above and behind my eyes. I instantly found myself flying outside my body, to where Lee was. I floated above him. He was asleep, on his back, with his glasses on. I thought it was odd that he was wearing his glasses. With my mind, I reached down and picked up his pinpoint of light. Then we were two tiny stars flying. We could feel each other's thoughts. I was so happy to be ‘soul travelling’, and he was happy for me. I said to him, “Where are we?” He replied, “We’re everywhere, but nowhere.” Instantly, we were two stars in a black void. I became very frightened, and immediately returned to my body.

I lay there for a minute, wondering if it was just a dream. Two things convinced me it was more: 1) My eyes were wide open, like a baby’s. I felt myself to be a soul looking out of windows called eyes. 2) I got a drink from the fridge, and had the profound experience of moving my body as if I was a crane operator, holding the milk jug with an instrument called a hand. I went to bed and slept.

When I woke up, I rang Lee. I said to him, “What happened last night?” He said, “I don’t know.” I told him about my out-of-body experience. (I didn’t mention that I’d seen him sleeping with his glasses on.) I asked him if any of it made sense to him. He told me that he almost never wakes up in the middle of the night, but that the previous night he had. He said he’d started to read a book of spiritual classes and that he’d fallen asleep, wearing his glasses.

Since then, understanding and experiencing this tiny spark of consciousness has been a fundamental part of my existence. I see it as a gateway to a life of wisdom, meaning and happiness.

*The point where the map runs out*

At the centre of a black hole, Einstein's theory of general relativity predicts a singularity: a point of zero volume and infinite density where the laws of physics break down. The maths works flawlessly all the way down to that point, then produces an answer, infinite density, that’s not physically comprehensible. This is where the general-relativity map runs out.

And there’s a floor beneath which it’s impossible for science’s instruments to explore. To observe at the sub-atomic level, physicists fire particles at their object, and measure how they bounce off. The tinier the object, the higher the frequency needed for the probing particles – requiring extremely high energy. The floor is the Planck length, and it is unimaginably small: twenty powers of ten below the nucleus of an atom. To see anything smaller, you would need to concentrate so much energy into so little space that it would collapse into a tiny black hole - swallowing the rebounding particles that would normally enable physical observation.

What are the parallels between this, and the point featured in my experience at the start of this piece? A dimensionless point can never be found by a physical probe. Not because we lack the technology. Because looking outward, at matter with sub-Planck-length dimensions, is looking in the wrong direction. There is one other way of looking, and meditation is its laboratory: awareness turned back toward the one who is aware.

*The passage through*

Ever since Einstein's equations were first solved, the singularity at the centre of a black hole has been a dead end. Recently physicists started asking what light quantum mechanics could shed on it. Carlo Rovelli and his colleagues, working in loop quantum gravity, propose that a black hole does not end at its centre but passes through it, emerging as a white hole: the black hole's mirror twin, which nothing can enter and everything pours out of. Matter falls in, crosses the threshold, and continues forward in time. Nothing is destroyed. Nothing is rewound. Everything passes through.
The mechanism proposed is quantum tunnelling, the same principle that lets protons in the sun's core fuse when classical physics says they can’t. (The positively-charged particles repel each other, and classically the protons have nowhere near enough energy to overcome that repulsion.)

The movement from black hole to white hole is still theory, not observation. But take a moment to imagine this, and how it might link to finding your soul:

Descent to a point. Passage through a place that’s invisible to physical observation. Emergence.

*Zero*

The concept of zero was first treated as a number, with rules for calculating with it, by Brahmagupta in 628 CE. It took the older, metaphysical word shunya, emptiness. It was written with a dot, the shunya-bindu, the emptiness point. Bindu is the same word the yogic traditions use for the dimensionless point through which creation emerges and returns. (Only later did the dot open out into the oval we write today.) In the twelfth century the mathematician Bhaskara II examined division by zero, found an unchanging infinity, and wrote that it reminded him of God the Sustainer at the creation and dissolution of worlds.

*"We're everywhere, but nowhere."*

For those of us that don’t have particle accelerators and who have only a foggy memory of high-school calculus, meditation can take us to our own Zero Point. I invite you to find a quiet place where you won’t be distracted. Take a moment to just breathe and to turn your awareness towards itself. Imagine the one who’s imagining to be a tiny spark of conscious light. Contemplate the following:

At the centre of a black hole, the vast mass of a collapsed sun concentrated into no space. Everything, and nowhere.

In quantum tunnelling, a particle arrives on the far side of a barrier it shouldn’t breach. It was here, then it was there, and the crossing itself has no story.

And the emptiness-point that the Eastern mystics named became the number at the meeting point of negative and positive.

If you’d like to continue the journey, please visit my SoundCloud (search Meet Your Point there) for a range of original meditation audio tracks.

17/06/2026

Addiction / Pain Research Supports Mindfulness

A clinical trial published in the Journal of the American Medical Association found that people with chronic pain AND opioid misuse who did mindfulness-based recovery work had a 45% success rate in stopping misuse after 9 months.

Standard group psychotherapy? 24%. Almost double.

If you've tried the talking cures and you're still stuck in the same loop, this matters. Because mindfulness isn't just relaxation, it rewires how your nervous system responds to pain, craving, and stress. It works at a level that talking alone can't reach.

There are people out there doing this kind of deeper work. If you're curious what that might look like for you, feel free to private message me.

09/06/2026

New research confirms what Alcoholics Anonymous and Narcotics Anonymous already knew.

A 2026 Harvard meta-analysis of over half a million people found that regular spiritual practice (meditation, prayer, connection to something greater) reduces the risk of substance addiction by 13%. Not just prevents it, but actively supports recovery and lowers relapse.

If you're an "old soul" who's tried lots of therapy, workshops and self-help books; if you still have compulsions or numbing behaviours, this matters. Because the answer's not in the head. Real recovery is somewhere deeper.

That's what we work with at Meeting Point Counselling. You'll get way more than just talk or AI therapy: you'll access inner resources through meditation and mind / body / subconscious integration. Feel free to private message me if you want to know more. :-)

09/06/2026

*Becoming Your Own Loving Parent*
Four Simple Ways to Know and Nurture Your Inner Child

‘We first see the world though the eyes of a little child, and that 'inner child' remains with us throughout our lives, no matter how outwardly 'grown-up' and powerful we become. If our vulnerable child was hurt, abandoned, shamed, or neglected, that child's pain, grief, and anger live on within us.’
John Bradshaw, ‘Homecoming.’

If you work, self-sabotage, control, scroll, shop, abandon yourself or others, seek approval, rage, drink or drug too much; if you feel guilty when you stand up for yourself; if you confuse love with rescue - this article could give you some tools to be the loving parent that perhaps the child within you has been calling out for.
In my personal healing journey, and in working with others, I use the methods below often. My goal here, is to provide enough knowledge for you to start using them right away.


*Journal Writing*

One way to start is by finding a quiet place and writing a letter to a younger version of yourself. Pick an age where something important happened, and let them know that you want to connect with them, and that you want to be there for them from now on. Take some time to remember/imagine yourself at that age. If you have any photos of you from that time, look deeply at them. Then see if they want to write back to you. If they do, allow them to move your pen, let it just write. Sometimes writing with your non-dominant hand helps, especially if they’re fairly young.

For a conversation that moves back and forth more quickly, you may want to create initials to start a line. You could call your Present Self ‘PS’ for short, and if you want to talk to your 8 year-old self, you could use ‘8YO’. Or use a loving nickname. In this way the dialogue looks a bit like a film script, with the character’s name starting each piece of dialogue.

*Inner Dialogue*

John Bradshaw called the inner child "the part of us that is most alive, most creative, most spontaneous." So it’s worthwhile to get some conversation started. Try listening to how you talk to yourself for a day. If it’s critical, I invite you to simply practice the opposite. You can also talk with your inner critical parent, respectfully encouraging them to retire, letting them know that you can manage things from now on.

Adult Children of Alcoholics and Dysfunctional Families is a 12-Step peer support group. It has excellent literature, including the ‘Loving Parent Guidebook’, which spells out a process to become your own loving parent. You can start an inner conversation whenever you have a spare moment. Ask your little one: “What do you need right now?” Sometimes I ask my inner child what he’d like to do next, or for help with simple decisions. Before starting to consciously reparent myself, I thought my inner child would be demanding and irrational. Once we started to communicate, I was pleasantly surprised at how co-operative and wise he was.

*Mirror Work*

Mirror work was popularised by the late Louise Hay. Her inner child work can be found here: Forgiveness / Loving The Inner Child. When I was working through the Loving Parent Guidebook, I wanted to skip the mirror-work part: my relationship with mirrors was warped by both vanity and harsh judgement of my body shape.

Try this next time you have a quiet moment in front of a ‘looking glass’: pause, look into yourself through the reflection of your eyes, and speak to yourself with the tenderness you would offer a child. Say something like: "I see you. I'm here for you. I love you." Notice what arises. Resistance, grief, or even a flicker of warmth perhaps. Over time, this simple practice can begin to heal your relationship with yourself. I’ve found mirror work to be one of the quickest and most direct ways to check in with my inner child and inner teenager. It’s also helping me undo both vanity and dislike of fatty places on my body!

Bradshaw described how we first come to know ourselves through the mirror of a caregiver's face. Mirror work, in adulthood, is a chance to offer ourselves the steady, loving gaze we may not have received when we were young.

*Reparenting Check-in*

I’ve found this method to be a life saver when I’ve started to get heated or reactive, and I want to interact with others as a calm, compassionate adult. It’s drawn from the Loving Parent Guidebook. Try sitting quietly and moving through these four questions:

1. What physical sensations and emotions do you notice?
2. Who (what part of you) needs your loving parent’s attention?
3. What triggered this part?
4. How can you tend to this part from the loving parent within you?

*To Wrap Up*

"Each one of us has a three-year-old child within us, and we often spend most of our time yelling at that kid in ourselves. Then we wonder why our lives don't work."
Louise Hay, 'You Can Heal Your Life'.

Inside you lives both a wounded child and the capacity to be a loving parent to that child. I hope the tools above inspire you to get started or keep going. Feel free to visit my website for some free guided meditations on this theme and to share any feedback or questions. Lastly, I wrote the first draft of the poem below with my non-dominant hand. I wanted to explore the deepest beliefs of a younger, less intellectual version of myself. Enjoy.

*What I know to be true for sure…*

Roses smell nice – unless they’re rotten. Anything rotten smells bad, including farts.
Chips taste nice – unless they’re not cooked well.
Rabbits and most furry friends feel nice – unless they’re dirty.
Sunrises look beautiful - unless I hadn’t slept all night, then when I saw sunrise, I just felt worried, so couldn’t feel the beauty.
Going to sleep near the ocean at night – it sounds holy. Unless there’s a storm, then it sounds a bit scary.
But what i can’t
Smell
Taste
Touch
See or
Hear…
That’s where ‘true’ and ‘for sure’, get tricky and sticky!
Sometimes I have a feeling;
Drifting off by the holy ocean, on a beach holiday, after a day of sunny adventures,
That I know,
Love to be true,
Peace for sure,
And there is no ‘unless’.

31/05/2026

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28/10/2025

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27/08/2025

Hi Friends, My first in a series of 12 articles. https://www.brainzmagazine.com/post/finding-healing-through-words-and-silence-exclusive-interview-with-andy-travis
Enjoy.

10/08/2025

Sisters Grimm

I’m an arctic she wolf,
Sworn to protect,
Big Green Walking Boots.
The simpleton,
The holy innocent.

He’s nowhere near as smart,
As his sister,
Little Red Riding Hood.

Big Green’s in danger,
From my twin,
The evil one.
He devoured their grandmother.
And the woodsman never caught him.

(Little Red escaped without anyone’s help.
Brothers Grimm told the version that suited men.)

Don’t be fooled by my silky white coat,
My teeth are as sharp,
My jaws as strong.

My womb-mate can see in the dark,
Through his nostrils:
Warm blood,
And the rank armpits of fear.

Rub snow on my fur,
And it glows:
Dispelling darkness,
Of night and souls.

I roll in holy crystal drifts,
As lesser canines,
Roll in s**t perfume.
And I’m ready.

He knows I’m coming,
Smelling my roaring heart’s cargo,
But not my fear -
I have none.

When I tear his carotid arteries from him,
His luminous red,
Jet, jet, jetting,
Melting the snow where it lands…

Will I die too?