Faith: Way Out

Here is the next part of Faith (Book 4 of the Waldmeer Series). The last few parts have been written in close succession, however, we will now have a break from the story before returning to finish this fourth and final book in a few months. I sincerely appreciate your sharing in the series which began with the first chapter, One Who Speaks, 3 years ago.


Chapter 24: Death Row

In Tierramedio:
Last time Faith was in Tierramedio, she hadn’t noticed the hallway beside the Mirror of Life. It had a sign, Death Row. She certainly wouldn’t have gone down the passage except that the Master appeared and pointed for her to do so. Knowing that he would not lead her into danger, she accepted the invitation; not wholeheartedly, mind you. Faith came to a room on her left. It looked like a hospital room. Entering, she saw a lone bed with a sleeping man. He was an older person who was probably in the last stages of a fatal illness. She read the notice at the foot of the bed Continue reading “Faith: Way Out”

Faith: A Different Approach

Relationships cannot be arranged or organised.

Chapter 4: Warlord

After two days in Waldmeer, Malik said to his mother, “Enough lounging around. Today, I will get a job.”

“Alright,” said Faith hesitantly. “Do you have a particular sort of job in mind?” Malik had spent the first fourteen years of his life in a palace and the next ten in the Great Valley. He wasn’t overly qualified for Earth work. Aristotle, who was standing nearby, smiled. He had been on Earth long enough to realise the problem with Malik getting a job.

“I have many abilities,” said Malik. ”Someone will want me.”

Deciding not to dampen his enthusiasm, Faith refrained from giving him advice about the way things worked in Waldmeer and instead said, “Good luck. Anyone who gets you will be lucky.” Continue reading “Faith: A Different Approach”

Faith: Look After My Boy

Here is the beginning of Faith (Book 4 of Waldmeer)!

Chapter 1: A New Year

Spring had come and gone in Waldmeer and it was well into summer. As Waldmeer is in the Southern Hemisphere, summer carries with it a new year. Gabriel and Aristotle were travelling in the car to Waldmeer from Gabriel’s apartment in Darnall. It was Aristotle’s idea. Gabriel didn’t like going to Waldmeer anymore. Since Amira had mysteriously disappeared in early spring and her nasty cousin, Eve, had taken over the house, the whole of Waldmeer felt different. It was as if a light had gone out and a dark cloud had spread over the town. Nevertheless, Aristotle wanted to visit, so Gabriel said yes. Gabriel said yes to almost everything Aristotle wanted. They had been inseparable buddies for the last three months even though Aristotle was only twelve and Gabriel was forty. Aristotle was probably the child Gabriel had never had. What an exceptional child he was – intelligent, kind, quick-witted, and altogether delightful to be around. When Gabriel looked at Aristotle, a thought often popped into his mind – Look after my boy. He could not remember that they were Lady Faith’s parting words when he and Aristotle entered the frame which transported them from Borderfirma to Waldmeer. Continue reading “Faith: Look After My Boy”

Circles of Separation: Protection

“At a time when Ide was totally dependent on the goodwill and skill of other people, she felt acutely grateful to everyone, everywhere, who does their best by giving what they have to give, no matter what issues they are facing in their own lives.”

Chapter 57: Sweet Ruthlessness

As Amira walked out of Handspun, she bumped into Gabriel and some of the Boys of Darnall who were taking a short-cut through the Arcade. The Boys included some women, two of whom were walking with the group today. No one in that group was, generally, friendly towards Amira, although, some were more polite than others. Gabriel, however, stopped to talk to Amira. Despite their problems, he did love Amira. Even if he didn’t, he was not a rude person. As Gabriel was talking, Amira could feel the eyes of one of the women boring into her back. It was Bridgette. She didn’t live in Darnall. She was an artist, like Gabriel, and lived in the city. Continue reading “Circles of Separation: Protection”

Vicious – poem

The inspiration for this poem came, a few days ago, after watching The Bookshop. I was reminded of how vicious people can be when they feel that someone is stopping them from getting something they want. Florence “had a kind heart, though that is not of much use when it comes to the matter of self-preservation.” Indeed, her kind heart seemed to be of no use at all when faced with Mrs. Gamart who was as vicious as she was manipulative and powerful. Eventually, courage wins the day, although, not in the way that was first hoped.

Play your cards.
Leave no trace.
Pick a time.
Pick a place.

Keep your fire
smouldering low
until you strike
a cruel blow.

Guide the gullible.
Keep them blind.
Trick the trusting.
Destroy the kind.

Vicious, vicious.
You cannot win.
For life supports not
the treachery within.

Courage, courage.
Get up, get up.
I will help you.
Drink from the grace-cup.

Muddled mind,
the waters will clear.
And you will see
the savage dears.

Kind, kind.
Do not despair.
I hear and heed
your caring prayer.

From Love’s Longing

Surrender – poem

I surrender all to you.
I surrender my life to you.
I will do whatever you want.
I will go wherever you want.
I will love whoever you ask me to love.
I will give up all my stupid opinions.
I will give up all my hopeless cravings.
I release my broken dreams.
I forfeit my planned futures.
I am at your mercy.
I will think no thought
or proceed with any action
which does not come from you
because You love me.

From Love’s Longing

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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