Don’t feed the drama monster. It’s insatiable and has no friends.
Chapter 28: Drama
Amira took every opportunity that crisp, glorious day to be outside. She walked down to the beach and returned via the shops and up the hill taking the longer route past Verloren’s holiday house. There was a For Sale sign in the front garden. She stopped to look at it and wondered why Verloren would be selling. Continue reading “Circles of Separation: Choose Again”
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Here are the next two chapters of The Love of Devotion (following on from Chapters 1 & 2)
CHAPTER 3: METAPHYSICS
A few years after Dr. Hora’s passing, early one morning just before waking, I felt the presence of two beings in my room. One of them was my friend’s mother. She had passed on the day before. The other was an angelic being. Its radiance was pure, uncontaminated, loving, and powerful without exerting any effort. It had no heaviness of self-centred thought or even self-awareness such as humans have. Continue reading “The Love of Devotion: Chapters 3 & 4”
Pull to Partner
Almost universally, there is a strong pull within people to partner. If the pull is absent, it is usually because it has been replaced with an aversion to partnering which is the other side of the same coin. The pull to partner serves many beneficial functions. However, it is also the cause of endless heartache, craving, anger, fear, loneliness, emotional stress, and boredom. If it’s not one problem, it’s another. Yet, we are so reluctant to look at the root of the problem. Continue reading “Love’s Longing: Chapter 3 – The Love of Lovers”
Preface (December 2017)
The Love of Devotion is a combination of my first two nonfiction books (The Love of Being Loving and The Love of Devotion). It is, probably, the most spiritually direct of my books, although, not the easiest to read. In the early stages of my writing, many of the existential struggles had been freshly and keenly struggled. I did not try to monitor the language or the intent of what was written. I was simply relaying what I had learned in the way that I had learned it. With time, I realised that my way was, perhaps, not the most accessible to many others. Thus I learned to write in a different way; more subtle and poetic, less mentally demanding and esoteric. For those who have the mental leaning and the spiritual drive, this book will be a friend, as am I. Continue reading “The Love of Devotion: Chapters 1 & 2”
One of the wonderful things about writing fiction is that we have complete freedom to be as honest and blunt as we feel is necessary to get across an idea. The reader never knows which bits of a story are fictitious and which are true. There is an immunity to story writing which nonfiction does not have. Continue reading “Writing as Co-Creation”
One year had passed. There had been a little accident. Perhaps, accident was not quite the right word, but little was. Farkas was standing by Ide’s bed in Waldmeer Hospital. They were both staring adoringly at their brand new baby boy. Continue reading “Waldmeer: One Year On”
Amira and Ide were sitting at Ide’s kitchen table in her new house. “Sorry, it’s still such a mess,” said Ide.
“Not at all,” said Amira. “It’s coming along really well. I must tell you that you have inspired me with a big change. Continue reading “Waldmeer: Petals and Sweet Peas”