Humanity’s Poet

His name is Jamie Dunmore, his call for humanity is an astoundingly provocative and ultimately beautiful piece of spoken word poetry. Please, if you have 6 minutes, let’s just think about what he’s got to say. I know I certainly am as I post this to you now. Why not join me, because it all starts from there. Our thoughts are the catalyst to a new reality. Let’s give it some thought.

Hey There, what’s that Sound?




I have another proposition for you.

But first, follow me. I want to show you something.

Well, when I say show, I don’t mean that I want you to look at something, although that is part of it. No I actually mean I want to show you something in the deeper sense of the verb. As in to “allow (a quality or emotion) to be perceived”.

So in other words I want you to ‘feel’ something.

Come, follow me, I’ll show you what I mean.


Can you feel the buzz?

Come on lads, we’ve got this. Today’s the day! Up for a big one. Push and shove, jostle for position. Quick fella’s it’s about to start. Ready boys, all together now. Let’s sing as ONE.

Did you feel it? You did didn’t you. I know, I can sense it.

Have you ever walked into a room and instantly felt the buzz of the people within? Perhaps at a party, perhaps at a business meeting, perhaps just a group of friends having a chat.

You have haven’t you? You know what I’m talking about, I know you do, I can feel it.

You have walked into those rooms and felt the excitement, the vibe. Perhaps it intimidated you, perhaps it drew you in, maybe it amused you or even disturbed you. Whatever the reaction you had either way it moved you.

What was it that you felt? What was it that moved you?

Have you ever been at an event that gave you goosebumps?

I mean real goosebumps. You know, the run up your spine, tingle your skull with electricity, hairs standing on end kind of goosebumps. You have haven’t you? I know you have, me too.

Why is that? How can we feel it? What are we feeling?

I have a proposition for you. But first allow me to introduce you to something quite special:





Have you heard of Cymatics?

No? Well, have a look at the following video and you’ll begin to get the picture.

So matter responds to vibration, who knew? Well we all did really, although sometimes we choose to forget.

So to my proposition:

Do you remember how I defined “Life” in my post “It’s about Life”?

No? Well here’s a reminder:

Three dimensional LIFE is the flow of electrons through a hydrated liquid crystalline structure that is energized by the flow of Tachyon Energy.

Tachyon Energy is the life force energy that exists within the charged plasma particles that fill the universe. It is carried as sub-atomic quanta within these electrons that flow through all living matter, in fact all matter.

Read the full post here for more about this.

However, I’d now like to build on this proposition by adding to it if I may. The forgotten science of Cymatics has inspired me to build on this thing called life. So in addition to the above I would now add the following.

Tachyon Energy freely flows throughout the electronic universe as waves of vibration that exist everywhere. The vibration of the tachyon energy is what brings matter to life and operates according to Syntropy. 

I posit that the buzz, the vibe, the electricity that you sometimes feel in a room or at an event where people have come together is caused by something very special. In those moments, the common thread is that the people are sharing a harmonious experience, whether they be brainstorming, reminiscing, singing, or simply enjoying each others company.

In those environments there is harmony, it is harmony of a musical sense. This tuning in of electronic frequencies magnifies the energetic vibrations emitted by the group (tachyons are going snap, crackle & pop). Those electro-magnetic tachyons are increasingly stimulated by the harmony so that when you walk into that room or are present at the event and allow yourself to feel the buzz, you are in fact being bombarded by those teeny tiny tachyons that tantalize, tease and titillate your skin and everything within.

So next time you go somewhere where you feel this buzz, stop, remember the tachyon and just pause for a moment and allow them to flow to you. Because, just like a magnet, you can attract them to yourself. So don’t be afraid, introvert or extrovert it matters not, you can take a moment to pause and soak up this special gift that the universe has provided to us. Allow them in and I guarantee you will feel more energized, happier, more buoyant all because those little buggers are the life blood of your soul.

If you are interested in delving deeper into the science of Cymatics please click on the link to my page of information links. But delve into that later, first an understanding.

As you consider the possibility of my proposition for life remember it is but a fractal in all the infinite fractals. But if we live in the question I ask you, why not ride this fractal with me?

I have gained a couple of simple points of understanding by adding to my definition of life. I already understood that we were electrical. But now with Cymatics it also means we are musical. Because everything is vibrating and we control our own vibration we are therefore playing an instrument. Our 3rd dimensional being has the opportunity with this knowledge to tune our instrument to the symphony of the universe.

Or as in the examples I described above, when we walk into that room and feel the vibe, we can tune into it, harmonize with it, harmonize with others, harmonize with ourselves. If we just tried to do that everyday at every opportunity we get when we meet with others then we would be learning to become better players of our instrument. When we are all tuned in then we will be playing the true song of humanity.

I can feel the harmony growing, can’t you?


Not sure what Syntropy is? Stay tuned, another day, another post, somewhere in Brett’s Future.


Let’s sing together,

“You’ll Never Walk Alone!!!”


I am humbled you have read my post. I was a privilege to have shared this harmonious moment with you.

With Respect,


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,


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,



The film "Murmuration" is brought to you by the incredibly talented Sophie Windsor Clive & Liberty Smith. More from them at their site: Islands & Rivers.
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The Story of You


My arms tingle as I exhale for the final time. Stillness surrounds me, no movement, no thought. Words on a page a blunt instrument with which to describe the state of nothingness within the dark void that my mind had drifted into.

Strange that I could comprehend these thoughts, but as my master had often said – all is possible with sufficient retrospection.

A vibration, so subtle, like a rumor, sounded within the ether. My signal to return. I allowed my consciousness to fall into the rhythm of the wave oscillating within the nothingness. The wave gently carries me through ever increasing streams back to the main river of consciousness. Simultaneously for the briefest of moments I was all and I was one.

A sound. I smiled, for once more my master had caught me hesitating in my return back from eternity and into reality. I opened my eyes and immediately saw the gleaming joyful eyes of Master Yonten, my guide.

“Welcome back young one. What have you learned on your journey this time?”

I stare for sometime as I collect my thoughts about the lesson I had learned whilst in eternity.

“Master, I have learned about stories.” My statement sounded very matter of fact I realized even though a shiver of emotion ran through my body as I spoke the words. I waited for a response to my words but silence was my reply.

“Master, I did not realize until now the importance of the story of You.” I shuffle slightly as I sit, knowing that my words are inadequate.

“Please explain” Master Yonten’s eyes bored into mine, searching for the truth behind my words.

“Master, I realize now that every human being that has ever lived has had to overcome obstacles. Also, it doesn’t matter what the obstacle was or how others might judge its significance. What matters is that in the mind and in the heart of the individual the obstacle was real and it posed a challenge.” I search my master’s eyes seeking reassurance for my understanding. But still I am unsure.

“Master, every human being that has ever lived!” I repeat almost questioningly.

“Or ever will live young one, do not forget that. Obstacles are a necessary ingredient in life for they allow us to grow.” Master Yonten’s eyes gleamed as he spoke as if the subject sparked something deep inside him.

“Yes Master, I see that now. I have been so focused on all the obstacles that I must face each day that I forgot everyone else was in the same position.” I bow my head as a sense of remorse washes over me. My master clears his throat and I raise my eyes once more to face him.

“Of course everyone is in the same position young one, for they are all just another you.”

I nod at my master’s wisdom and the truth behind his words.

“Master, I have just grasped something else. Something important I think.” Now it was my eyes that gleamed as a spark lit deep inside me as well.

“Of course you have young one. Please tell me what have you discovered?”

“I understand now that every person that is alive today and every person that has ever or will ever live has a magnificent story to tell. For surely overcoming obstacles is the key ingredient in all of the greatest stories ever told is it not?” I looked excitedly at my master.

“You are correct young one, all do have a magnificent story to tell.”

“But what if nobody wants to listen to the magnificent story? What if it remains untold.” My brow creased as I considered the sadness behind the implication of my words.

“That cannot happen young one.” My master said calmly.

“How can we avoid it? Who will tell the story? Who will listen?” I tried to match my master calmness but failed.

“There is only one answer to that young one. There only ever has been one answer to that and only ever will be one answer to that.”

“What is the answer Master? Who will tell the story, who will listen?” My voice pitched higher in my eagerness to know the answer.

“You will.” Master Yonten’s reply was blunt as if it was self evident. It left me confused.

“Me? But how, I am only one being among billions of beings?” My eyes widened as I considered the implications of the task.

“You misunderstand me young one. When I say you, I am not speaking to you, I am speaking to the ALL.”

“The ALL Master? What do you mean?”

“Young one, it is wise of you to ask the question of who will tell and who will listen. The answer is as it has always been.” My master paused then as his eyes became unfocused. I had the impression that he was speaking to me but also beyond me simultaneously.

“You, yes You, you have a magnificent story to tell full of courage, tenacity and boldness and the most important person you should tell that story to is none other than – Yourself.” Master Yonten remained still as his words flowed into me. They resonated deep inside and I could instantly see their truth. It was a truth that lifted my soul.

“Master, you are right, my life’s journey has been punctuated by obstacles consistently. Some obstacles were easy, others were life threatening, but all obstacles were life changing, I see that now.” My master remained silent as I spoke, but I knew he was listening to my words.

“Master, I feel something different, deep inside. As I’ve been remembering the obstacles I’ve faced and overcome I have heard it. As I understand the magnificence of my own story the sound I hear inside grows louder. It is wonderful, a sound so pure and full of love. Master I think I know what that sound is.” I paused and returned to silence as I tuned myself into the sound.

I understood intuitively what the sound was. It was the soundtrack to my own magnificent story of obstacles overcome. I looked back at my master and smiled, eager to tell him what I was hearing.

“Master, the sound that I hear. It is the sound of my soul singing and it is the most beautiful song I have ever heard in my life.”

My master smiled as I spoke, a knowing expression on his face.

“Ah young one, I am overjoyed for you. You have learned one of the ways to hear your song. Whenever you feel the need to hear it again, especially at times when you face new obstacles, just listen to your own magnificent story. The story of You.”



In honor of the magnificent story of YOU,



The Lie of the Lily

White Lillies

Image: insieme by amira_a

The little girl held tighter to her fathers hand, her bottom lip trembling. Sunken eyes stared towards the front of the church and at the wooden box before her. Mournful tears caressed her cheeks, her throat constricted in torture. Her mother lay beyond her reach now, within the box, guarded by white lilies.

From this moment and forever white lilies meant death.


A boy tumbles over and over, giggling in the sun. Down the grassy hill he rolls as he watches out for his mother. He notices the sun glisten off her hair as she crouches down before him. Then she lies upon the ground to snap the pretty flowers. In her hand a camera deftly held. He watches as his mother smiles and snaps those pretty white lilies in the field.

From this moment and forever white lilies meant beauty.


A boy watched his uncle sign off his written letter. He folded it and placed it on his lap. The boy surprised to see the soldier crying. His father placed a supportive hand as he too watched his brother. He’s going to war, his father said, and he’s very, very scared. He’s afraid that he will never see his one true love again. The boy watched as tears fell to the white lilies on his lap.

From this moment and forever white lilies meant fear.


The girl skipped for joy as she left the church trailing behind her aunty. She spun around in pure glee as the rice came tumbling down. The air was filled with sunshine and birdsong, it was the happiest she could be. She looked up at her aunty, beaming in radiant beauty watching her as she kissed the man who held her hand. The girl twirled in joy. Her heart sang as she smelt the sweet perfume of the white lilies in her hand.

From this moment and forever white lilies meant love.


Death, beauty, fear, love – how can they all be true?

They are not you see, it’s those damn lilies – they’ve been lying to you.

I felt relieved when I realized this. Tricky little lilies, making me argue and fight. I always thought my lilies were right. Turns out the lilies are liars.

You see they were never the answer all along, they were always the question?

I honor the lilies that you hold,


If you liked this you may also like……The Story of You.



It’s about LIFE


Life. What a wonderful thing it is. It surrounds us everywhere we look. It grows, it renews itself, it struggles against all odds just to be. And despite those odds it always seems to find a way. It’s amazing isn’t it? But what is it?

Do you remember that favour I asked you? You know, about living in the Question.

I ask it because life is about to get pretty crazy as the world of Science Fiction and Science Fact collide. The only way to remain sane in this type of world is to live in the Question.

So without judgement or bias, imagine if you will that the following statement about what life truly is could possibly or even remotely be true. What would it mean for you? For me? For life as we know it?

A proposition for consideration:

Three dimensional LIFE is the flow of electrons through a hydrated liquid crystalline structure that is energized by the flow of Tachyon Energy.

Tachyon Energy is the life force energy that exists within the charged plasma particles that fill the universe. It is carried as sub-atomic quanta within these electrons that flow through all living matter, in fact all matter.*

Now hang on a minute I hear you say! The Universe, that great big expanse of space that surrounds us is a vacuum isn’t it? That’s what I’ve always been told. That’s what I was taught at school.

I see you shuffle uncomfortably in your chair. You think to yourself, if it’s a vacuum then that means it’s filled with nothing, right? (Update – See NASA’s admission)

Or maybe it’s filled with that dark matter stuff I heard this science guy once talk about you ponder further. You scroll back up and re-read the statement. Ha! If the universe is a vacuum then how can it be filled with these charged plasma particles.

How indeed? But live in the Question remember. Just allow it, at least for now. Go on, humour me.

You shuffle again as you keep reminding yourself that it’s filled with nothing and dark matter, not these charged plasma particles. But in the spirit of Science Fiction you are at least willing to read on. With a shrug and a sigh you say OK, whatever, have it your way.

So what? What difference does it make if there’s stuff in space. It’s still big and dark and mostly empty.

So what indeed. Are we not part of this Universe? Have you not heard that the bottom line is that we are made from stardust? The planet Earth and everything we know exists within this Universe. So if the Universe is full of these charged plasma particles then that means that they are all around us and they helped create us.

Do you know what this means? Do you? It’s so exciting I can barely contain myself.

It means that we are not Biological we are ELECTRICAL!


Now that’s something to sit and ponder don’t you think?

Why not learn more about the Electric Universe? The evidence being gathered for this hypothesis is rapidly breaking down the barriers between Science Fiction and science fact.


Also, if we’re electrical what does that mean for our brain and thought? Fuel for another day somewhere in Brett’s Future.

Until then my friends I remain grateful to you for following my journey. I’m sending a positive flow of electrons your way right now – can you feel the buzz?

Here’s a poem I dedicated to our electric selves it’s called Electric Love.

Have you ever seen a Starling Murmuration? It is one of the most awe inspiring things to see. Click here to see a wonderful video of this, I call it the Dance of Love.

*Update: See how my definition of LIFE has expanded following my post called…….“Hey There, What’s That Sound?”


Stay tuned,