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This is the last part of Circles of Separation (Book 2 of Waldmeer).
Chapter 76: Salt and Ide
“What do you think, Ide?” asked Salt. He was standing in his new massage and healing room at Vibes Yoga Studio in Waldmeer.
“I love it,” said Ide. “It’s beautiful. Just like you,” she added with a kiss.
Salt didn’t need her kisses but he was happy to have them. Not long ago, he had asked Ide about the idea of him staying in her house for most of the week. Previously, he had been staying there a few days and spending the rest of the week in the back hills with the Clinker clan. Ide knew that if she said yes, she was saying yes to a couple relationship. She recalled when Farkas asked her if she wanted to jointly buy this house with him. At the time, she had considered all the things that could go wrong. There were a lot. As it turned out, some of them did happen. However, she now pondered, many of her fears didn’t eventuate and many wonderful moments came from her and Farkas’s time together. One of those moments turned into their child, Lan-Lan. Her greatest fear had been that the relationship would fall apart. It did, thought Ide, and, you know what, we are fine. Continue reading “Circles of Separation: Doing Our Best”
Whenever you feel a spark of love or goodwill towards another person, feed it so that it will grow.
Chapter 68: Being Watched
Another week had passed. Still no word from Amira. Gabriel drove to Waldmeer again. As he entered the bungalow, he had the uneasy feeling of being watched. He looked at the stacked boxes from the Darnall Curiosity Shop. I don’t know why Amira has to keep all this junk from her great aunts, he thought. He moved closer to the stack and was about to open one of the boxes when he heard a loud call from the forest. Walking to the door, he spotted two eagles, in a nearby tree, gazing at him.
“Who are you?” said a woman at Amira’s back door.
“Who are you?” asked Gabriel in surprise. The woman was about forty with dark, curly hair and the sort of focused, intelligent eyes that belong to a driven, uncompromising person. Continue reading “Circles of Separation: Contract”
Put your efforts towards the things in life that enhance your highest self.
Chapter 51: Right Next Door
“We have taken matters into our own hands,” said Mullum-Mullum to Amira. “We had concerns about Gabriel’s safety in regards Evanora. There is no need for you to be worried, however, we ask that you not see him unless instructed to do so.” Mullum-Mullum gazed into the distance. Amira couldn’t see where he was looking. Nor could she see anything around him. Normally, if Amira saw Mullum-Mullum in her night-travels, she saw him in the setting of the Darnall rose garden. However, for some reason, tonight, he seemed to be standing in a blank space with no distinguishing features.
“I guess,” sighed Amira, “Gabriel hasn’t suffered enough yet.” Continue reading “Circles of Separation: Narrow Lane”
The more we veer away from our true nature, the more unhappy we feel. When we align with our better self, we feel happy and content again.
Chapter 47: Cat Fights
“You’re a jealous cow,” screeched the black cat to the tabby cat that was cornered on the thin end of the branch.
“The Great One is not jealous of the gods you make,” said the tabby with the tenacity of a worthy opponent, “and neither am I.”
Gabriel heard the commotion not far from his window in the middle of the night. As it was not subsiding, he got up in exasperation, pulled on whatever clothes were at the end of the bed, and went outside to search for the source of the untimely disturbance. He shone his phone torch into the tree but neither cat moved. The tabby couldn’t move and the black one refused to. After assessing the situation, Gabriel threw some sticks towards the black cat who conceded temporary defeat and retreated. The tabby could then escape. Continue reading “Circles of Separation: Personal Barometer”
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”
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…