Speaker of insight, tell me of anxiety?

I have often thought, why I was anxious in my youth and I know the answer...

Tell me?

I can tell you my story of anxieties and how they have faded over time, until one morning I gave up on them all, the narrative that wanted to govern me was released.


The voice that is geared to the external.. the easiess, the desires of the heart that lay outside of me.

And his arms stretched around him

But these externals

And his arms stretched around him

Are necessary...? 

There are somethings that are essential.  But it goes the other way. It is knowing what is essential.... essential for the internal. The deep side of the self that wishes to rest in stillness... and in that a silence we recognise the vibrations we send, the frequency that enable others to hear us, this is a  different listening....

Teach me how to listen differently?

Listening, is a language in itself... it is a language of God.

Teach me this language?

Indeed I will. The only lesson…

Once more unto the breach dear friends, no more!

Once more unto the breach dear friends, no more!
War is Not family entertainment,
we rejoice in our heroes as they valiantly return,
we mourn the fallen heroes as their carried from the plane,
and in the background, the industry of warfare profit...
and in the background, the elite raise a glass,
to those who fell - for a just war – and – they - smile…. In peace, man and woman delight in the world…
And when the propaganda machine blasts their trumpet… we fall sway to this foul and odious notion… that there are just wars.
And I say to you, peoples of the earth, there is no just war... there is only war. Sons and Daughters on both sides have fallen!
Fallen away and never to return to their parent’s arms!
Fallen to a political paradigm which is culturally ingrained into the consciousness of their being,
a political and social acceptability that suggests that the military has a right to go into schools, to advertise in the cinema, to stand outside jobcentres, to promote their evil in the city stree…


Was my accident an accident?  Was it life teaching me a lesson?
fate then whispered into my soul and it said "smile" 
As I acknowledge my lesson, and understand the meaning  fate smiled and whispered in my soul and it said "smile"  
And I accepted the whispered words of fate and with a humbleness and openness, my heart became wide for those I met then fate whispered.... "don't be fooled by unconscious intent, it won't be me all the time" 
And I was confused... but fate embraced me and whispered in my soul and it said, "smile" 
And then I knew the answer...  The chaos of the conscious heart lay waste in front of me and I opened my hand to greet it.  I opened my heart to accept it.  I opened my being... knowing I would act accordingly, I would act with kindness...  I would act with compassion, whilst the conscious mind lay waste to my dreams. 
And fate whispered "smile"  And I smiled with an open hand. 

the escape from reality

I witness them, those three...

Awaiting for the vulnerable, those in pain, those who need to escape from reality...

They sit, the dealer, the maker and the one who will deliver further pain if needed.

They sit, waiting for the next transaction...

Their voices are hard... dark... and menacing.

Their eyes are dead... especially from the leader. His eyes full of suspicion.

They live in a world haunted by lost dreams. They live in a the middle of a world filled with sadness and they have armoured themselves from this... for the profit is made from the tears of others.

Guard your emotions, anxieties and obstacles from these three, they have an answer... an answer that will freeze you in time... unable to move through the obstacles that each one of us have... conquer the profiteers of our tears and by heading into the storm... learn to stagger, learn to pick yourself up, stumble, shout and scream, howl to the wind... let the world hear your cry... but through the storm you will still find t…

the innocent and the good

I crumbled under the weight of everyone's pain...
I fell flat and bloodied.
It didn't matter that I lay messed up... their view of life was the important issue...
the life they lived... the life they thought was right... the life without alternatives...
It was right I was battered, for they did not know why what they did... and so I had to show them the horror of their pain.
They dragged me to the hill and nailed me to the cross... propelled up for all to witness! The foulest of deaths.
I forgave them of their selfishness, their unknowing, their blindness! And as the last breath left me... they turned to another... for their suffering was quenched by the blood of the innocent and the good.

Own It!

I'm the batter... and the catcher and the pitcher wink, smile and give the knowing look. Own it! They are going to make it hard. Shortstop is ready... and the basemen know exactly where you will be going... and the world watches you... 
Own it! 

The world will put pressure on you. 
Own yourself.
The world will put demands upon you. 
Own your environment
The world will consume you of your energies 
Own your power. 
The world will want us to endure through the overwhelming feelings it places upon us. It wants us to succeed. It wants us to gather ourselves what it throws at us. The world is in a constant struggle with us. It will knock us off balance... it will send us the curveball... it will send us the cutter, splitter, and the screwball... 
Own it... as the pressures of the world fall upon you, be ready to reorder your life. The priorities in your life. Focus on the pitcher... smile at the pitcher... and as you smack it with the fullness of the bat, and the vibration swells to your f…

the first note of a piano

The pressure of the fingers,
the expression of the soul,
the movement of the shoulder,
the eyes flutter to darkness and the first note of a piano is played...

The music is known...
and the fingers dance along intricately and acrobatically,
the breadth is excited and sweet,
the vibrations resonate with divinity...
as you delve into a language of the universe...

Then the feet create the sound of echoes and stillness...
people stop, stare and listen with their heart,
captivated by the expertise of the musician.

But the heart of humanity lives between the notes of a piano,
the variations of the human voice are varied and complex,
no instrument can touch its immensity...

.......and what was the first note the human voice sang?