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The Wind

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There is a wind blowing. A fierce, chill wind. One that stings your skin and waters your eyes. You struggle to progress in the face of this wind. The harder you try the stronger it blows. It is now a gale.

Curiously, if you turn askance to the gale, change your direction, its power subsides. You turn again, the wind is now at your back and it has become a gentle breeze cooling you as you stroll along. As long as you remain in this direction the breeze is your friend, encouraging you, coaxing you to continue as you are. You allow it to do so as you choose the path of least resistance.

You notice another, moving in the opposite direction, head down, coat billowing in the face of the full force gale. You call out to him.

“Turn around, the breeze is gentle”.

He looks up at you first with anger but then with pity.

“I cannot” he replies.

“Why not?” you ask.

“That is the wrong direction” he says with sadness.

“But why struggle, it’s so much easier and more pleasant this way” you advise.

“Is it really?” he retorts.

You nod and walk on by.

You pass another struggling against the wind.

“Why struggle?” you state.

“Don’t you see?” she replies.

“See what?” you ask confused.

“You are just following the wind” she points out.

“Maybe so, but why not follow it?” I demand.

“You are not thinking, you are not of your own mind, you are deluded!” She yells angrily lowering her head and pushing forward into the wind.

You stroll some more, it is such a pleasant breeze, gentle, supporting, comfortable. You don’t really mind which direction you take you say to yourself. So why not take the easy path? What’s wrong with letting the breeze guide me? You look around and see plenty of others heading in the same direction and nod to yourself, reassured that your decision is correct.

A little further down you see a family struggling into the gale. The parents are holding hands, helping one another as they each drag a reluctant child behind. One of the children continually looks behind at the others heading in the other more comfortable direction.

“I don’t want to go this way Daddy. Why do we have to go this way? All my friends are going the other way” the child pleads.

“We are going this way because it is the right thing to do my dear. I know it’s harder, but if you search your heart you’ll realise that it is the right way” the father replies reassuringly.

Their voices die off as you walk away shaking your head at the sight.

You continue to wander. Your body feels relaxed and if you keep yourself distracted by the sights and sounds around you, you feel comfortable. However, in the recesses of your mind phrases keep emerging. That is the wrong direction, is it really easier, you are not of your own mind, you are deluded, it is the right thing to do, search your heart. These words beat a rhythm in your mind that matches your steps while you continue down the path the wind wants to take you. As if sensing your hesitance the breeze picks up pace as others in front of you encourage you forward with a wave of their arms.

Suddenly you stop and stand dead still. The wind begins to whip around you but you hold firm. You think to yourself, do I really want to simply follow, where do I really want to head, where am I actually going, where are we all going?

These thoughts race through your mind as you look at the multitude of others that are simply following the path of least resistance. You peer forward and notice for the first time that the horizon suddenly drops away as sheer as a cliff face. Everyone walking, by themselves, alone, heading blindly for the mysterious horizon.

You turn and look in the opposite direction and notice that those that are walking into the gale are banding together, joining hands, helping one another as they struggle forward. You notice that in the distance the ground rises and rises into a mountain. Groups, hordes, bound together are struggling forward, an ever growing sea of people joining forces to choose, not the easy way, but a different way.

Your eyes follow the curve of the slope all the way to the top as you notice the first groups of people reaching the summit. They are bathed in sunlight. You can see that at the summit there is no longer any wind. Those that reach the summit first immediately turn to help those that are still struggling. Despite their own exhaustion you understand that they want to continue the camaraderie, the sense of community they found on their way to the summit. They shrug off their fatigue and turn and help as many as they can. Theirs is a new beginning, a new way.

Thoughts race through your mind as you glance back at the people following the breeze, the easy way. To what end you cannot see, the path’s end is obscured or non existent. As you once again face blustery force you notice an old lady stumble and fall as she struggles against the gale. You go to her and hold out your hand.

“Here, let me help you, I’m heading in your direction anyway” you say to her.

She looks up at you with glistening eyes and a broad smile.

“Thank you for being so wise” she says.

 

In the spirit of Ubuntu,

Brett

A Dance of Love

There is a murmur that I hear. ‘Tis just a whisper in my ear. This sound fills me with much elation. I see it during Murmuration.

Allow 2 minutes to see this thing. You will know the joy it can bring. I have some things to say it’s true. But please press play, it’s over to you.


Why do Starlings behave this way?

It was the obvious question on my lips once my mind returned to Earth after being blown away.

I’ve seen articles that explain these things in scientific terms. They talk about things such as ‘scale- free correlation‘ or ‘equations of critical transition‘. These explanations are fascinating, but they all seem to tell me what it is rather than why it is, if you follow my drift.

Perhaps there is no known why and we just have to put it down to animal behavior or herd mentality. Perhaps they are simply the equivalent of a cattle stampede or a crowd running from a burning building.

As you know, I’m all about living in the question. So I entertain all of the above as fractal possibilities of truth.

So I will leave you with one more fractal possibility of truth.

I have opined previously in my post “It’s about Life” that scientific evidence is mounting every day that the universe and everything in it is electric.

It has been said that these flock behaviors are caused by electromagnetic stimuli in the atmosphere.

So if I hold that question in my mind and allow that fractal of truth to exist for me, then at the heart of this stimuli lies the good old Tachyon, the essence of life force that gives charge to the Electric Universe that we belong to.

Further more, I will assume that duality consciousness at it’s core is the divide between ‘fear’ or ‘love’. I will further assume that the starlings or fish or even the Northern Lights are not behaving out of fear when they behave as they do. In this fractal of truth therefore, I am left with only one final conclusion to make:

A murmuration is a dance of Love.

In the future the collective consciousness of Humanity will fly and soar and be as inspirational as Murmurations. Then we will know how truly beautiful unison can be.

So dance I say and do it with love, for your heart will sing the song of the universe if you just allow your self to connect.

For your further enjoyment I leave you with some more dances of love.

On the following link you can read the poem I wrote in dedication to the Dance of Love.

It is called Ode to the Dance.

May your day be filled with Murmurations,

Brett


 

Footnotes:
The film "Murmuration" is brought to you by the incredibly talented Sophie Windsor Clive & Liberty Smith. More from them at their site: Islands & Rivers.
The source of feature image of starlings in the shape of a heart is located at theatlantic.com - check out more amazing photo's of these birds.

 

Espresso – My top 3 lessons from my first week as a writer.

Espresso

 

I sit here in restless repose forcing myself to relax. Mind aflutter, new venture afoot; uncertainty over my standing. In my heart the path is right. But that demon called fear casts a shadow before me.

I reflect upon the week of boldness I have just completed. There are lessons I’ve learned along the way, important reminders to guide my journey. Initial thoughts are important thoughts I tell myself as I struggle with my focus. Why is that I ask? Surely the lessons grow stronger with time, with greater experience? So I sit and contemplate why I feel this way.

Then I realize that these initial thoughts are like espresso, the initial injection in coffee each morning. That first rush after waking as you consider the long day stretched out ahead. You know that the cup you hold in your hand will not get you to the end. But that is not its purpose. It is merely a trigger, a start, a prompt to get you on your way. The espresso is the part that adds the most flavour, it’s the essence you might say. You might water it down or add milky foam, but underneath it all the espresso stays true.

I know it has only been a few days on this journey of mine but I realize that my initial thoughts are my espresso, my kick start to each new day as I beat back fear and hold on tight and let providence take me away.

So here for the record are my Top 3 espresso moments over the past few days:

 

1: LOVESmall-espresso_thumbnail

If you need to write, write with love in your heart, not fear. Love flows like the blood in your veins, infusing your body and feeding your soul. Fear constricts like an ill-fitting shirt. You fiddle and fidget and come up dry. So write I say and do it with love. Let your words flow like blood pumped directly from your heart.

 

2: PERSISTENCESmall-espresso_thumbnail

Persistence dear friend is an honorable quality. If you want to write you need it in spades. Minute after minute, moments at a time, write those words every single day. Write when you’re writing and even when you’re not. Keep the words flowing until there is nothing else. Fall into them, breath them and eat them whole. Let them sustain you and inspire you and nourish your soul. For they will as long as you persist.

 

3: GUIDANCESmall-espresso_thumbnail

Realize the truth as you sit alone in your chair. No one else is around, nobody is there. But the truth is illusory I have come to discover. For out there all around are plenty of others. They struggle and fear as much as you. So reach out to them, be one with them and they’ll help you through. Guides are aplenty in this technological age and the help you seek lies within a click on the page.

Now I can’t claim the above for myself. There are so many people that have inspired and helped. My experiences are my own and I know one thing for certain. Everyone I’ve met and everyone I’ve read contain all three of the above attributes. So in many respects I owe thanks to all of you out there in cyberland. To the full time and the part time, to those that think and those that encourage, to the support networks and to you sitting there reading this right now, I thank you. I thank you all. But there are three individuals who have impacted me greatly over the past few days as I tentatively tread this path I’ve laid. I’d like to acknowledge them here if I may.

For the lesson of writing with LOVE there is one that has touched me. It is there to read in every word she writes. So thank you Lesley Sky from the bottom of my heart. Your words and your encouragement are things that I will always cherish.

For the lesson of PERSISTENCE one person stands out. So thank you Ronovan for all that you do. Thank you for your courage and honesty, your caring and creativity and for your amazing persistence and perseverance. You are a champion bloke and your blog is an inspiration.

For the lesson of GUIDANCE there are many that have shone lights to help me find my way, including Lesley & Ronovan. However, in my unique experiences over the past few days one guide stood out and touched me deeply. So thank you Joe Bunting for all that you do and to the team at The Write Practice for the support you provide. If you have not yet experienced it I cannot recommend highly enough Joe’s guide entitled 14 prompts. It is beautifully written, it touched me deeply and has made my first week so much easier.

As I sip on my coffee and read my thoughts I smile to myself, I’m no longer out of sorts. So thank you dear espresso for kick starting my day, I’m off and running again, I’m on my way. Time to end this post I’m sorry to say. You see I’ve got a book to write, so get outta my way!  #amwriting

Thank you providence for guiding me to this point in my life, my gratitude is boundless.

Until next time my friends. More from the world of Science Fiction and science fact to come within the next few days. Stay tuned.

In deepest gratitude,

Brett