In this TSM I reflect on the death of my friend Tom
I could have talked about the Buddhist perspective of seeing visions close to death but instead I talked a little about visions as archetypal projections. It would be nice to hear from anyone who has had similar experiences of witnessing or being part of these with a dying person.
In this monologue, I was forced outside when we lost power during a thunderstorm. So I recorded a little of the storm and read a few snippets from a play I wrote which was loosely based on my son's life.
In this meandering monologue I reflect on Toa's recent seizures, talk about my experience of being with my dying friend, stroll past lots of kangaroos and talk a little about relationship styles and the concept of developmental assets.
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Those of you who listen to TSM will be pleased to know that I'll be uploading a bunch of new TSMs in the next few days. The following is the first.
I was fortunate enough a few weeks ago to have caught an amazing rainstorm when I went out early in the morning. Most of the action takes place near the lake and then for some reason my recorder didn't save the best part of the storm; so I resume recording back home.
Be warned there's nothing in particular going on in this TSM. In the background at home, you can hear The 3rd and the Mortal, The Beatles (Rocky Racoon) and The Metal Falcons playing . I don't know if noise plus fragments of known music is a breach of copyright ? Maybe ?
Anyway, enjoy !
Hi folks, TSM19 is still being edited, so I thought I’d post TSM20 first. In this evening monologue, I talk a little about my experience of Christianity and my feelings and thoughts about Christianity and Jesus and then I introduce you to the poetry of one of my heroes Karol Wojtyla (Pope John Paul 2). I am not very good at reading poetry out loud when I’m tired but I’m optimistic you’ll get a feel for how beautiful and powerful these poems really are. They say as much about Karol’s understanding of god, as his experience of being a man who feels separate from god, who yearns for total communion.
Some of you might be surprised at who I consider to be my heroes. But such is the mystery of man, that none of us ever really understands another !
It was a sad day for me when the fisherman’s ring was broken.
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In this monologue I take you on a schizophrenic tour to a discussion about identity and how our identity lay at the foundation of WHO WE THINK WE ARE !
A morning monologue in which I talk about my most sacred scar, having 11-11 as a birthday, how I prepare myself for the day and what the experience of having tumours feels like.
Many Cowabungas to you !
I had no idea what to talk about during this monologue, until I stumbled across an Earthworm who had seen better days. After which I then I felt compelled to talk a little about human kindness.
Earthworms : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Earthworm
A brief discourse on the value of life.
PS. I screwed up the dates. Yesterday was the 12th.
Howdy human tribe !
The following is a bit of a dodgy recording made after a very long day travelling the countryside with my son and visiting family I hadn’t seen in a long time. In this monologue I reflect a little on a UFO encounter my relatives told me about and why I think they had an ET encounter.
I’d be curious to know if any of you or your relatives have had similar encounters and if you can see the possibility that it may have ACTUALLY been a contact experience.
In the following monologue, my son and I take you on a tour across part of the mountain that has been my greatest spiritual teacher these last 20 odd years. It’s a little windy up top, so turn it up or skip the windy parts and Toa lost interest in talking because I was being an annoying dad and he was more interested in texting and singing !
The following selection of images go back a span of about 15 years and are just a few I could find to give you some ideas of what we’re describing. Unfortunately they are not in any particular order, so you’ll have to figure out what’s what and where they fit into the tour. Most are images of Burra Burra but the small mountain in the distance is Burra Wau.
Yesterday as I waited for my son to run some errands during his school lunch hour, I picked up my Ipod and recorded some more verbiage about the importance of grass, shape and colour and how they make us feel. I had to end my monologue a little abruptly, so perhaps I’ll go down this path again and see what else I can dig up about shape and colour.
From now on I’ll be referring to The Something Monologues as TSM no x, y or z etc. I’ve also created a page where I’ll post the links to all the monologues.
In this monologue I talk a little about my experience of thinking about my own stories, listening to other peoples stories, how stories are just variations on the same themes, what our stories mean to us and to our cosmic family and what they mean to God.