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.
Some reflections on spending time with my dying friend Tom and the experience of cancer and dying.
For those who asked, yes he did die – on the 6th December. And I do not know if he saw the ETs I asked to visit him.
I tried to nail my son down 3 times to get his reflections on my writing a play about his life.
After I recorded this I played it back to him and he begged me "Can we record it again Dad ? I'll give you a serious answer !". "Nope", says I, "It's good enough !".
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.
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
The sound of foot steps, wind, birds, silence, and a brief conversation with an Aboriginal man who’s mother (who I once knew), was born under a gum tree. I had to edit most of that conversation out to protect his privacy. Waste time at your own peril.
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.
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.