Faith: Keep Going

Here is the next part of Faith (Book 4 of the Waldmeer Series).

“Everyone who has come to Earth,” he said, “has chosen the ego and must learn, quickly or slowly, its worthlessness and its venom.”

Chapter 16: Move

Michael, the shy sixteen-year-old boy that Malik was training, stood in the cafe line. A group of similar-aged boys came in. Michael averted his eyes and hunched his shoulders as if he was trying to hide inside himself.

“Move back, idiot,” said one of the boys. “We’re ahead of you.”

Michael was about to give his place to them when he noticed Malik sitting at a nearby table. Malik was watching intently. Michael didn’t know what to do. If he didn’t move, the boys would get angry. If he did move, he would have to face Malik next training session. The boys also noticed Malik and paused to see if the gritty, no-nonsense man was going to do anything. All he did was return to his phone so the boys returned to their former aggressive stance. Although the boys had turned their backs on Malik and could no longer see him, Michael could see him all too well. Continue reading “Faith: Keep Going”

Faith: Two Hundred Laughs

Here is the next part of Faith (Book 4 of the Waldmeer Series).
It is the end of Part 1: Summer.

Love isn’t a spell. Not if it’s the sort of love that wakes us up. Then it’s a spell-breaker, not a spell-maker.

Chapter 14: Babycakes 

In Wurt Wurt Koort:
The end of summer was fast approaching. The shortening days signalled the need to enjoy what was left of bare feet, long grass, and bountiful sunshine. Bethany had been attending a course in the city over the last few weekends and so Faith and Aristotle had been coming to Wurt Wurt Koort to stay with Lentilly. At twelve and ten respectively, Aristotle and Lentilly had great fun together as playmates. Wurt Wurt Koort had an inexhaustible supply of natural adventure spots for children – the creek, the woods, and the old buildings of the town. There was a children’s park but that fell short of the more interesting natural playgrounds and was only used as a last resort. Visits to Rybert’s cafe were a daily highlight.

“Hello, cutenesses,” said Rybert as Faith, Aristotle, and Lentilly walked into the tearooms midmorning. “Let me guess what you want,” Rybert said to the children who loved the guessing game. They all knew Rybert wasn’t actually guessing. He really could tell what they wanted. Even though this type of thing was baby play for Borderfirmarians, the children still enjoyed the game. Continue reading “Faith: Two Hundred Laughs”

Faith: Mirror of Life

All of creation wants to create through you.

Chapter 12: Land in the Middle

In the Borderfirma Mountains:

Ten years ago in Borderfirma, when Bethany was told that she would begin her training to take over the running of the Borderfirma Mountains, she asked where her mother would be going.

Lady Faith replied, “The Inner Circle is not the end of the journey. There is another land. It lies between Borderfirma and Heaven. It is the place where all conflicting thoughts are settled and all illusions are dismantled. Once there, Heaven’s pull is very great.” Seeing her daughter’s concern, Lady Faith added, “Oh, don’t worry. I’m not staying there. They told me I’d be back and that I would also be returning to Earth.”

Indeed, Lady Faith returned to both. This is what happened, some years ago, in that mystical and marvellous place, the land in the middle of Borderfirma and Heaven, Tierramedio. Continue reading “Faith: Mirror of Life”

Faith: Wurt Wurt Koort Tearooms

Who would have thought a good little girl like you could destroy my beautiful wickedness. The Wizard of Oz

Chapter 10: Rybert’s Quotes

Faith was meeting Bethany and Lentilly in the Wurt Wurt Koort Tearooms. It was the only shop doing well in the little town. That was because of Rybert. He was the owner, manager, and main staff member. He was also the son of one of the thirteen coven witches. That is why the witches met in the cafe. He understood them. He understood them, but he kept his distance. He loved them, but he loved most people. He treated everyone who came into the cafe as his friend and they responded in kind and wondered why they didn’t stop more often when driving through.

Every customer got one of Rybert’s quotes with their coffee. The quotes were a mixture of normal quotes found on the internet and witch quotes from books, movies, and his community. The witch quotes were everyone’s favourites. Continue reading “Faith: Wurt Wurt Koort Tearooms”

Peace

Although simple, peace is a highly evolved state of consciousness. It cannot live side-by-side with the ego. We choose one or the other. Peace is the predominant quality of spiritual advancement. The unassuming quality of peace wins the day when it comes to the soul’s progression. To choose peace means that we give up the rantings and ravings, demands and hurts, wants and cravings of the personal mind. The personal self feeds off injustices, imagined injustices, complaining, conflict, excitement, drama, and all the goings-on of normal human life. At some point, when we have suffered enough or have enough wisdom, we tire of the whole thing. We sincerely prefer peace. Continue reading “Peace”

Circles of Separation: Winter Lights

Love is its own reward.

Chapter 45: Suspicious Arrangements

Mullum-Mullum was not in the rose garden. Amira decided to walk up the back steps of the old house and look around the verandah. Some dusty boxes and a few bits of dirty furniture were haphazardly pushed into a corner where they had remained for years. She spotted a small bookshelf and pulled out several, yellowed books. Her eyes landed on a familiar green cover. It was The Little Book of Healing. On the inside of the cover was a sticker saying, This book belongs to Rose Este. The book had long since ceased publication. Amira had given her precious copy to Thomas, a few years ago. There was something quite peculiar about the little book. Amira didn’t know if other people had the same experience but whenever she opened it, she seemed to read pages that she had never seen before. As she had read the book many times and it wasn’t long, she eventually decided that the book changed its contents depending on what was needed. She put it in her pocket and went back to her and Gabriel’s apartment. Continue reading “Circles of Separation: Winter Lights”

Circles of Separation: “Them” Talking

Several years ago, a handyman was fixing my dishwasher. He had recently returned from some work in Byron Bay.

“There’s a lot of work up there,” he said.

Byron Bay is made of backpackers, surfers, hippies, and hipsters. There are probably more Reiki practitioners than there are residents. The tourists save the economy. The sign at the town entrance says,

Welcome to Byron Bay.
Cheer Up. Slow down. Chill out.

“Yes,” I laughed. “Too many yogis and not enough practical people to repair stuff.”

On leaving my house, out of the blue, he asked me what sort of work I did.

“I’m a writer,” I replied.

At that point, I had not written anything new for quite a while. I only write as inspired. If there is no direction then I don’t write and even the desire to write seems to leave me.

For no apparent reason, he said earnestly, “You are a sweet woman. Write something lovely for the world.”

He was quite a bloke and the comment seemed uncharacteristic. I wondered if the esoteric culture of Byron Bay had affected him. As if his words had a power of their own or perhaps they were noting an arrival, I started writing again that evening. What I wrote was the first chapter of Waldmeer. I had never written or considered writing fiction. I was not a fiction reader; except for teenage years spent reading Mills and Boon romance curled up on the bed with my girl cousin in school holidays.

As I write only what I am “given”, I am always interested to see which characters appear and what happens to them. I find it really funny when I am told amusing things that will happen or that people say, especially silly things. I find it sad when people refuse to grow. I find it wonderful and satisfying when healing and love happen. I have total confidence in the direction of the story because of where it comes from.

I have repeatedly been told that the story and its process must be fair; fair in the sense that everyone will be treated the same. Everyone will be treated directly about the issues they are working on. Everyone will also be equally valued from a spiritual sense. God does not have favourites. No one is ever seen as unworthy of every opportunity to change their minds, regardless of how many times they have turned their back on those opportunities previously.

A friend said to me, “No one in Waldmeer is safe.”

He meant that every character would have to meet their Maker in terms of their underlying thoughts and intentions. While it is true that no one gets to hide, it is, also, true that there is no need to hide. Hopefully, that is what is gradually discovered in the book.

On finishing reading Waldmeer, a relative said, “There is a little bit of each character in all of us.”

I thought that was a very succinct and humble observation.

Another friend said, “I want to be Amira and I want to live in Waldmeer.”

Amira is our collective spiritual self; her intentions are good, mistakes are easily corrected, and pride is not an issue. She knows that pride is a luxury we cannot afford. We are all drawn to our truest selves and we want to live in safety, peace, and happiness even though we are generally quite mistaken about what will give us that.

Apart from being fair, the angels (or whoever it is that tells me what to write) also instruct that the story and its lessons must be simple. Sometimes, they explain to me a complex spiritual idea in sophisticated words.

Then they say, “Put that in the book simply.”

Not an easy task. Only when something is truly understood can it be explained simply. Fortunately, they do not leave me alone in the task. They give me both the ideas of the story and the words to use.

The fact that Waldmeer Series has been written as an ongoing blog is unusual for fiction writing. Normally, novels are written and rewritten many times before even a page is published. Although I carefully edit each blog post before it is public, once it is posted, it remains unchanged; that is 115,000 words which have not been altered since it began (except for an occasional word and some grammatical editing). The Waldmeer Series videos on YouTube have had over a million minutes of watch time in the first year of being posted.

Sometimes, when a section is finished, a thought pops into my mind, That’s the best thing I’ve ever read. Obviously, I do not really think that it is the best thing that has ever been written! However, I think it is the angel’s way of telling me, It’s done. Then I can leave the section in peace. Until they start talking again…

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