And so another chapter of my life ends. With the completion of this not so journally journal. The pages lasted from 31st July 2015 to early September 2016. A full 401 days of random thoughts, momentous realisations, garbage, silence, doodles, quotes, sketches, poetry, creative writing, pleas for help, deep deep empathic love and a bunch of other shit.
It almost seems profound that the only pen I could find tonight was this red one. Red, the colour of blood, the colour of the heart, the colour of the root chakra. The colour of many sunsets I’ve watched while writing in this book. Those sunsets are always tinged with clouds and made more beautiful as a result.
I sit here at the Capricorn Caves campground just north of Rockhampton on a perfectly still night. The crescent moon has just set in glorious radiance leaving me here , alone with nothing but these last two pages in my book and a blood red pen.
It is so still tonight. It’s as if the trees surrounding the glade have spread their protective branches to enclose me in their loving embrace. Only the crickets, frogs and owls can be heard. All else is silence. It’s exhilarating!
Now, where was I? Sorry, I got lost in the moment. It is now day 402 of my nomad wanderings. Once again I am in the company of the crescent moon. I sit on the beach at 1770, a little seaside hamlet north of Bundaberg. A swirling sea breeze is blowing providing a dance on the calm sea as it shimmers in the moonlight. Occasionally thick clouds float by and cast the sea into darkness leaving sound my only clues to the secrets it is trying to tell me.
There is only one answer that can satisfy the whispers of the breeze as it swirls around my face.
“We are one, you and I” the breeze assures me as it whispers in my ear.
“Although you may perceive me as only air, you would be mistaken. You see I am so much more than that. I am pure energy manifest! I am pure energy on a journey from here to there, giving and receiving freely, seeking sympathetic vibration with all the energy I encounter on my journey. I skim across sand and water and rock, grass and trees. I touch them all, I give them my energy freely and they respond, in their own way, naturally. And we bond, all of the energetic entities and myself, we bond and all is as it should be. Then I move on, riding the currents of tachyons elsewhere. You see, we are not so very different, you and I. Thank you for letting me bond with you. Onward I go!”
With that the breeze dies down, a wisp across my cheek like the soft fingers of a friend saying farewell. A final toss of my hair and it was gone. The air was still.
I sat there for a long moment as the clouds parted and the moon lit up the sea once more. I took a deep breath and smiled at the wonder of the universe. What a place we live in hey? The only problem I have now is that I need a new notepad as this is the end of this one.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading.
PS: Stay tuned over the next couple of weeks as I post some hidden gems from my journal, somewhere in Brett’s Future 🙂
A spluttering cough escapes my lips. The heavy throb of my blood coursing back and forth through my skull is matched by the smashing of breakers against the rocks near where I lay. Kaboom……..splash, my head pounds in agony. Despite the protests I force my body to climb further up the beach, away, away from the dark sea, away from the pain and bitter loneliness. Every inch I gain lightens my burden, eases my dis-ease. At the border where sand meets forest I drag my body to lie at the base of a palm, barely within the sanctuary of the verdant forest blanket. Exhausted, I sleep…………….
My body no longer exists, it is left behind to recuperate. As pure consciousness I simultaneously exist and no longer exist. I am aware of my existence as I float weightlessly, therefore I exist. However, I am also at once one with everything, no longer a mere fractal, but whole and as such I no longer exist. Rather then allow the perceived duality to concern me, intuitively I allow myself to surrender to it. I am simply the entity.
Immediately I sense the entity begin to pulsate and vibrate as though it had been fractured into tiny pixels. The pixels each began to pulse and vibrate to their own rhythm. A verse sings me back to consciousness.
Awaken young warrior, harken to me
We have plans to make & people to see.
Awaken Earth soldier, listen with care
We need to lead by example, hope we must share
Remember your purpose, to paint the future in love
Paint the ground and all life, even the stars up above
The rhythm of the verse gently lifts my spirit and rouses my body from slumber. The density of the dark sea has dissipated, a new energy has emerged, lighter, more vibrant…..more real. I lay still, soaking up this energy, it flows to me, through me, from the ground, from the tree I lean against, from the air I breath. I open my eyes and soak in additional golden rays of energy from the sun above. My whole being is transformed and filled with love. The verse repeats itself again and I whisper it softly to myself…….
awaken young warrior……..awaken young warrior……..awaken young warrior……..
I remember now what I had once forgotten. There is purpose in my journey, purpose in my soul. Time to rise, time to move forward, time to paint this reality with love. Time to absorb the unfathomable beauty of it all with gratitude. Time to push back the fear, reject the illusion of separation and manifest magic.
Time to hit the road once more.
Come and join me, paint some love of your own today.
In Lak’ech Ala K’in,
Do you believe in reincarnation?
Do you think perhaps you have met someone in your life who has walked this planet before?
Perhaps to you they were a guide or a teacher or simply a helping hand at a time you needed one.
Perhaps you have met these people at regular intervals during your life. Maybe you instantly recognized them for what they offered you, for the lesson they taught. Maybe you recognized them only well after they had come and gone from your life, but look back now and realize the gift they offered. Maybe you have never recognized them at all.
I have met one such soul, one of many that I have encountered on my journeys.
I call him the Soul Sage. He has walked this 3rd dimensional plane many times before, despite the pain that it causes him.
I am honoured that the Soul Sage has agreed to share, through poetry some of his travels.
It began with his birth. Click to read……….
Oh Yes – A new day will come and when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer!
This is one of my favorite scenes from the three Lord of the Rings movies. This one comes from The Two Towers, and I know it has a little Hollywood screenwriting trickery here.
Though a good portion of Sam’s speech does actually appear in the novel, this particular scene does not. In fact, Sam’s monologue about stories happens in Shelob’s cave–correct me if I’m wrong.
But, still, it’s such a great scene. And a lot of the dialogue is actually in the book.
Such a great, great film. Enjoy this classic scene from The Two Towers.
I’m not actually thinking these thoughts right now, my body is rhythmically cycling the life force within the air automatically. I’m pleased for that because my mind in elsewhere, lost in eternity.
Slowly consciousness within this body returns and I open my eyes. I’m floating ever so slightly above the ground, cross legged, before me my guide sits likewise.
With a nod he welcomes my return.
“Tell me young one, have you been inspired?”
“I have Master Yonten.” I answer feeling humbled by my experiences.
“Tell me of your inspiration young one. You must open up to the world around you if you are to truly maximise this gift. Do you understand?” My Master’s wise eyes studied me deeply, boring into my soul.
“I understand Master” I affirm, speaking barely above a whisper.
“How did you come to be here?” I am sure that Master Yonten knew the answer, but he was right, I needed to acknowledge it.
“I was brought here by a friend. He has been as a guide and helped lead me here. His name is Ronovan, he has much wisdom to share and many offers of help for young one’s such as I. I owe him my deepest gratitude.” I speak and Master Yonten smiles and nods in return acknowledging the truth of my words.
“Did you receive Ronovan’s gift young one?”
“Yes Master, I am honored to say that I did.”
“Show me.” He holds his hands out for me to display Ronovan’s gift. Gently, reverantly I place the precious parchment in his hands.
“I feel unworthy of such a gift. I am humbled” I say to my Master as he looks at what I place in his hands.
“Young one, gifts are for a reason, do not count yourself unworthy, instead strive to fulfill the intent of the gift.” His words resonate with me and I nod my understanding.
“Now young one, you know what you must do in order to accept this gift. Tell me seven truths so that you are more understood.” Master Yonten’s eyes, as deep as the universe, capture my own. My efforts to turn his gaze away are futile and I know I must comply. I bow my head in acceptance as I conjure the courage for these truth’s I must tell.
“Very well Master, I will try my best.”
“That is all that is ever asked of you young one. Proceed.”
“Truth number one; I am young but I am tall Master. I have been my height since I was 15 years of age. My first nickname was Tree.” I inhale deeply, pleased to have begun. My Masters eyes smile knowingly at me.
“Truth number two; I have always been moved deeply by music Master. As a result I have a large music collection of over 100,000 songs. Many of these songs form a tapestry of my life and I hold them deeply in my soul. Not for the song itself so much as for the meaning and the memories that the song conjures in my mind.” I drift in thought ever so slightly as I consider my life songs. My Master clears his throat, bringing me back to the present.
“Truth number three; I have a confession to make, one that has me concerned. I have recently become addicted.” My Masters eyes raise slightly at my surprising confession.
“Yes Master, it is true. I have recently become addicted to tweet poetry, I am sorry to say. I try Master, but much of the time I think in rhymes.” My head drops in slight shame at the confession.
My Master smiles at me.
“Do not be ashamed young one. You must be who you are meant to be. Continue.”
“Truth number four; I have been on a dark journey Master. I count myself young only because I am newly emerged from the darkness. Sometimes the darkness still clings to my heels. I, I am still learning how to stay living in the light, but I must confess sometimes I fear.” I cast my Master a worried look as I make known my vulnerability.
“Fear not young one, for fear is an illusion. Remember, you are not two, you are only one.” Once again my Master knows me better than I think I know myself sometimes.
“Truth number five; Your wisdom graces me Master for everyday I try to remember your words as I stand barefoot on the grass. I let Mother Earth and Father Sun recharge my soul. It helps me to remember, at least a little, who a I really am.” I smile at my Master and it is returned, a knowing look on his face.
“Truth number six; Still there are Human experiences I must confess to harboring a deep enjoyment of. Take beer for example Master.” he raises one eyebrow as I mention this, a twinkle in his eyes.
“Yes master, it is true. It’s just that I find beer, well, so very very tasty.” I look downcast again, not sure how my Master will respond to this confession.
He laughs out loud, a joyous sound as I look closely at him again.
“Do not be so serious young one, have fun I say, enjoy this life, play your songs and drink your beer. Stand in the sun and let your soul cheer. Happiness is an eternal gift.” his smile is infectious and my heart sings at his words.
“You have one final truth to tell young one, what will it be?” I breathe deeply for there is only one other truth that should be said when I consider inspiration.
“Truth number seven; I owe my life, my heart and my soul, to my very own fairy. Yes they are true beings fairies, I realize this now you see. For in my darkest hour my fairy guided me. Her love was a beacon that helped me survive. It is why I married her you see. So my last truth to tell you is my love for my lovely fairy; Catherine, my wife. Her inspiration to me can only be expressed in poetry.
“Well done young one, you have completed the task assigned. I am please for you. Now it is time to depart, reality awaits. Before you go, you must spread the love, tell me, who else has inspired you as you sit here today?”
“Master, I must confess, I am still so very young. Please forgive me if I can only nominate a few. But I hope they know how very deeply they have affected me as I start this journey of mine.”
“I’m sure they know young one. Tell me who they are.”
“Master, there is a man from Colorado, Brice is his name. He is a poet of extraordinary talent. His words dazzle me as they glow with somber hues from his special place that he calls Flashlight City Blues.“
“There are two others whose words inspire as they write down rhyme and verse. Their words paint beauty and peace and sing to my soul. There is Neha and her cute little dog who live in Forgottenmeadows. Also, Honua who is Led By Reason often seen Embracing a Wounded Soul.”
“There is also another Master. Wise beyond years. At only 17, Shade Blade shows amazing honesty and wisdom in capturing thought in poetry telling My Life Story.”
My Master looks as I pause to consider further how I feel.
“That is four you have named young one. Are there any others you have met, that you wish to let me know of?”
“There are so many Master, I am overwhelmed. But please forgive me, there is only one other I wish to nominate at this point. I am sorry that I cannot fulfill all that is required of me, I feel unworthy.”
“Young one, please, do not feel that way. You are young, new to this place, I am sure they will understand. Who is this final inspiration you wish to tell me of?”
“Master, right from the start, she’s been by my side, encouraging me as I go. Her wisdom and love are an inspiration to me that is palpable. Her name is Lesley Hayes.”
I look at my Master and nod my head as he hands me back the parchment given to me by Ronovan. Once again I feel humbled. I look up at my Master one last time before I leave him this day as I have one final thing to say.
“Master, although only five did I mention above I have one last confession.”
“What is is young one?” He asks his face in unreadable expression.
“Truth number eight; Everyone in cyberland I’ve met in my brief journey has been an inspiration to me. I learn each day as I read their words and they fill me with desire. One day I hope that my own words can in some way also inspire. So thank you all in the blogoverse for being who you are. Please know that deep inside I think you are a star.”
The rules of accepting the nomination for Very Inspiring Blogger:
1.Thank and link to the amazing person who nominated you. (Check) 2.List the rules and display the award. (Check) 3.Share seven facts about yourself. (Check) 4.Nominate 15 other amazing blogs and comment on their posts to let them know they have been nominated. (Please forgive me for only nominating 5) 5.Proudly display the award logo on your blog and follow the blogger who nominated you. (Check)
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:
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.
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.
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,