I am a midwife, counsellor and therapist who helped introduce the work of American psychologist Carl Rogers to the UK.
I am also an artist who painted an eighty foot mural of the River Thames in Dolphin Square, London, and who has exhibited in both the UK and Australia, a pianist and a jazz singer and, more unusually, through my interest in physics and astrology, I am the local sightings officer for a Brisbane UFO organisation.
<p>“<em>We are not human beings having a spiritual experience; we are spiritual beings having a human experience.”(</em>Teilhard de Chardin<em>)</em></p><p><span style="line-height:1.6em;"><em>Involution-An Odyssey Reconciling Science to God </em> is as layered as a French cassoulet, as diverting, satisfying and as rich. Each reader will spoon this book differently. On the surface it seems to be a simple and light-hearted poetic journey through the history of Western thought, dominantly scientific, but enriched with painting and music. Beneath that surface is the sauce of a new evolutionary idea, involution; the informing of all matter by consciousness, encoded and communicating throughout the natural world. A book about the cathedral of consciousness could have used any language to paint it, but science is perhaps most in need of new vision, and its chronology is already familiar.</span></p><p><span style="line-height:1.6em;">The author offers a bold alternative vision of both science and creation: she suggests that science has been incrementally the recovery of memory, the memory of evolution/involution</span><em style="line-height:1.6em;">.</em></p><p>“<em> Involution proposes that humans carry within them the history of the universe, which is (re)discovered by the individual genius when the time is ripe. All is stored within our DNA and awaits revelation. Such piecemeal revelations set our finite lives in an eternal chain of co-creation and these new leaps of discovery are compared to mystical experience</em>” (From a reviewer)</p><p>Each unique contributor served the collective and universal return to holism and unity. Thus the geniuses of the scientific journey, like the spiritual visionaries alongside, have threaded the rosary of science with the beads of inspiration, and through them returned Man to his spiritual nature and origin.</p><p><span style="line-height:1.6em;">The separation between experience and the rational intellect of science has, by modelling memory as theory, separated its understanding from the consciousness of all, and perceives mind and matter as separate, God and Man as distinct. This work is a dance towards their re-unification: Saints and scientists break the same bread.</span></p><p><span style="line-height:1.6em;">All of time and all the disciplines of science are needed for the evidence. Through swift (and sometimes sparring) Cantos of dialogue between Reason and Soul, Philippa Rees takes the reader on a monumental journey through the history of everything – with the evolution of man as one side of the coin and involution the other. The poetic narrative is augmented by learned and extensive footnotes offering background knowledge which in themselves are fascinating. In effect there are two books, offering a right and left brain approach. The twin spirals of a DNA shaped book intertwine external and internal and find, between them, one journey, Man’s recovery of Himself., and (hopefully) the Creation’s recovery of a nobler Man.</span></p><p><span style="line-height:1.6em;">From the same review “</span><em style="line-height:1.6em;">The reader who finishes the book will not be the same as the one who began it. New ideas will expand the mind but more profoundly, the deep, moving power of the verse will affect the heart.</em></p><p><em>(Marianne Rankin: Director of Communications, Alister Hardy Trust)</em></p><p> </p>
The book is about my father who died in 2009 and was a pioneer in plastic / reconstructive surgery. In his later years he told me about his experiences in India, Burma and the Far East during the war and I wanted to capture both those and my impressions of him.
"<span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="en-gb" xml:lang="en-gb">I just found this book fascinating, in small ways, like entering a secret garden. Carolyn Allen captures her father as a person so well - and indeed he captures himself pretty well too. The book is full of quirky little stories which I found endearing, intriguing and constantly surprising. It's a wonderful book, very hard to categorise. You almost feel like you have been chatting with John Watson for hours, perhaps sitting in his idyllic garden as it got dark, which must have been a highly entertaining experience as he was a superb raconteur. Well, he was probably more of a 'ranconteur' - somebody you meet by chance who captivates you for an evening, and then moves on to the rest of his life. I think he would have been very proud of his daughter in writing this, but he may well not have openly shown that he was</span>," Tim Roux, author of 'Missio' and 'The Dance of the Pheasodile'.