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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Here’s the first of the next batch of TSMs. This one is from 27th November. After my iPod uploader Syncios (http://www.syncios.com/) crashed, I was stuck with a backlog of TSMs and have stopped recording them until I catch up. Perhaps, I’ll have them all up by the end of the year ! This one is a little dull but it’s real life.
You can hear all of The Something Monologues here : http://thesomethingmonologues.podbean.com/, https://app.box.com/s/wlnscvi613b3e6oug6si or by subscribing on iTunes.
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 !
In this monologue i take you to the site of where I had my first Yowie contact before trekking up my favourite path. I talk a little about the Creator Races, how the Teal’hia work with individuals from many races and how they work with humans and later look at how catastrophe shapes the path of our life.
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The following is a small reading from my book on consciousness, as written through the “higher dimensional aspect” that calls it’s self Alapo (which has in common the root for this name of the Syrian city of Aleppo). I’ve been writing it by hand, so it was very hard reading my own squiggly, illegible writing. Bear with me as I make a few mistakes and miss a few words here and there. I think it will give you a flavour of what is to come.
This book is an experiment in opening one’s self up to other aspects (see TSM17).
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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WARNING : Don’t listen to this podcast without first hearing the warning at the beginning.
What follows in TSM17 is a discussion about how I developed a process for exploring the self and in particular an idea I call Aspects of Self. It’s still an idea in progress but it’s one I think has great merit and potential for helping people to transform their lives and their understanding of the nature of reality.
I think it was Carl Jung who said something like “where the mystic is swimming, the schizophrenic is drowning”. And it’s in this spirit that I offer you this deeply personal monologue about my perception of self.
Please let me know if this monologue meant anything to you. And a brief warning, I do use the F word at some tourists ! Sorry , no long haired peace nick here ! I’m all out of patience with annoying tourists ! I also had to edit out some comments I made about a particular book I own and perhaps I ought to have edited out more.
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.