Spiritual teacher and psychiatrist, Dr Thomas Hora, spoke about the galloping evils of the Four Horsemen as being envy, jealousy, rivalry, and malice. They are quick, escalating, powerful, and a real danger for the unaware. The driving force of hatred will, most likely, be one of these horsemen. We do not have to invite them. They are an inevitable part of human interaction, and all the more so if we are successful in some area. Although we cannot stop them, we can wisely sidestep them. Knowledge is safety.Continue reading “The Four Horsemen”
This previously unpublished article is from The Love of Devotion.
When I was in my early twenties, before my time with spiritual teacher, Dr Thomas Hora, I happily belonged to a Catholic Charismatic group. I lived in two of its communal houses and embraced community life with great enthusiasm. Such Pentecostal groups view the miraculous as common and healing as the reachable result of sincere and dedicated prayer. Faith was alive. Prayer was common. Dedication was the norm. All expected their lives to improve and whole-heartedly dedicated their days to God, in much the same way as many religious orders do. As there were so many young people drawn to the lively community, it was also fun and full of laughter. It was, indeed, a wonderful time. I felt very fortunate to find a religious group that was alive, vibrant, and flourishing. I was able to live like a member of a religious order while being a lay person. I would say that the short-coming of such groups is the vulnerability to fundamentalist thinking and its associated problems.Continue reading “Healing – A Sacred Path”
Here is the beginning of Book of Esther (Book 6 of Waldmeer)!
Chapter 1: Better or Worse
After six months of living in Store Creek with the cold weather, it was good to finally arrive at spring’s doorstep. Merlyn wondered if that was why Ben had decided to visit today. He said it was a rental inspection. But that was just a joke. At least, Merlyn hoped it was a joke. Although it was two years since their separation, they had been married for three years. Nothing needed inspecting. Continue reading “Book of Esther: Inspection”
Here is the final part of Pittown (Book 5 of the Waldmeer Series).
Chapter 36: Barcodes of Life
In Store Creek
The winding country road between Store Creek and the highway was the best part of the two-hour drive to the city. Merlyn watched the morning light skip along the trees. The thin branch-shadows on the road looked like a long line of barcodes. The mysterious barcodes of life, thought Merlyn. She felt content because, after all, who could not be at peace on such a beautiful morning? She remembered an Edgar Cayce saying that Enid often quoted,
Happiness is your choice to make. How happy or how miserable do you want to be? Continue reading “Pittown: Out of the Pit”
Pittown (Book 5 of Waldmeer) is now published. I have loved writing the series. When I started it, 4 years ago, I had never written fiction or had the inclination to do so. However, I have found that story-telling is a wonderful outlet for expressing all sorts of emotions and thoughts. I once listened to an author who said, “I feel sorry for people who don’t write because what do they do with all the stuff that happens to them?” In the end, I tell myself that if I come away from what I have written feeling encouraged then there is the possibility that others will too. It’s all about healing; every word of the 160,000 in the series. We are in this together; for better, for worse, for healing.
Here is the next part of Pittown (Book 5 of the Waldmeer Series).
Chapter 34: Crossing Lines
When Gabriel travelled from Waldmeer to the Borderfirma Lowlands, twenty years ago, he was ready to give his relationship with Faith-Amira his best. For the first few years, he was somewhat dependent because he didn’t know how to live in the interdimensional world on his own. Gradually, he became accustomed to it. He made friends and found opportunities to follow his own leanings; including the ones that weren’t particularly aligned with Faith’s. After all, he was a different person to her. He always had been. He always would be. Continue reading “Pittown: Crossing Lines and Drawing Circles”
I stood at the back of the funeral room.
Black dress. Black coat.
Here is the beginning of Part 3 of Pittown (Book 5 of Waldmeer Series). It’s time to go back to Borderfirma, and also back to some other things.
Chapter 29: Twenty Years
“It’s taken me twenty years to get back here,” said Rybert as he walked up and down Cypress Lane. “Twenty f***ing years,” he complained as if it had to be someone’s fault.
A few days ago, Rybert told himself that he was going to finish off what he started. What he had started, he wasn’t quite sure but, twenty years ago, his Aunt Charity told him that she had seen the gathering of two armies in her crystal ball (the sister-ball to Nina’s of the Great Valley in the Borderfirma Mountains). She also told him to go to the battle and that the ball didn’t make mistakes. He was to get there via the lane of Cypress trees which ran along the beachfront in Waldmeer. Continue reading “Pittown: Back to the Border”
Recently, we discovered that Pittown is Book 5 of the Waldmeer Series. Merlyn, Ben, and Tom of Pittown have connected with the towns of Waldmeer and Wurt Wurt Koort. After twenty years, we are reintroduced to Rybert (now 60) of Wurt Wurt Koort Tearooms and Faith-Amira’s son, Malik (now mid-40’s), of the Waldmeer Warriors. We do not know what happened to Faith-Amira (now 70) and Gabriel (now 60) in the inter-dimensional Borderfirma Mountains. In order to remind us of the events of Waldmeer and Borderfirma, here is a recap of Faith (Book 4 of Waldmeer). Continue reading “Faith (Book 4 of Waldmeer) RECAP”
One day the world stopped
because of the thing.
We knew it was there
and knew it was dangerous
because, you know,
it left bodies in the dirt.
We all stayed in –
Eventually, the thing got tired.
Besides, it knew it wasn’t welcome,
even though, the grass grew better,
and the birds worried less,
and the air breathed deeper
as the humans breathed less.
We all stayed in –
I hope we remember
what we once did;
Let things mend.
One day, the world stopped.
Another day, it started again
and acted like it had never stopped.
It does things like that.
I do hope we remember
that life is not long
and love is not free,
unless it is.