All spiritual traditons emphasize the importance of freeing ourselves from drama because drama causes suffering. I beg to differ. Drama helps us to grow and suffering is OK. In today's walky, I explore the importance of human drama and how drama reshapes our entire identity and experience of being human.
In today's wofflathon, I lead you through some thoughts about the value of the audio medium for story telling. In so doing I discuss why we share stories and podcasts, what's behind our drive to tell stories and to share them, the value of stories, the power of audio stories, audio as a carrier of memory, sharing through audio, audio signatures of places, people, animals and plants and the engineering of soundscapes.
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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.
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.
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 !
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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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 !
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.