TRUITY Spiritual Mentoring

1994. it’s now the early hours of the morning, with a cup of tea in hand and trusty computer turned on I settle back preparing to write as my mind becomes a whirlwind of thoughts and ideas ready to pour into the computer. The next chapters of the manuscript are forming, taking shape in my mind and pushing to come forth on paper, the days writing begins. In order for me to gain a different perspective of my words, I decided it would be a good idea to dictate my thoughts to audiotape as I write. When I listen to my words over and over it is easy to see subtle aspects that may require a little more explanation or an extra word here or there. I love to watch the sun rise over the sea, it’s the most awesome sight – an inspiration of life renewing itself and I feel blessed with the gift of watching the majesty of the universe unfold for another day.

For just a moment my attention is taken away from the scattered pages of the manuscript, as the first brilliant rays of the sun’s light burst forth in a cascade of golden beams of light over the horizon. The dining room where my computer sits overlooks the coastline of Queensland’s Gold Coast. I sit in awe at the spectacular beauty the dark sea is beginning to come to life, colors changing as the sun’s reflection dances through the waves merging with the flooding white froth, caressing the rock wall below my window. Off in the distance I can hear the drone of diesel engines, as the fishing trawlers move slowly up the Tweed River. The tide is jus t right for them to cross the bar and the deckhands busy themselves preparing for the day ahead. The hungry gulls squawk and screech, flying in circles as they follow the straggling team of tiny boats, out to sea.

“All right, time to work,” I muttered to myself, as once again the computer screen grabs my attention. For just a moment my body was filled with a feeling of, ‘is this ever going to be finished?” “Probably not” I mutter to myself, “A work in progress, yes that’s it life is a work in progress.” I struggled with my old maroon dressing gown, arranging it comfortably to cover my naked legs, as the day’s writing begins to flow from me, and I begin to read out loud the already completed pages of the manuscript.

As I began to read the strangest thing began to happen. From the moment my words began to break the stillness of the morning air. It may sound quite strange to the reader and it is my hope you will see the following with the humor it is intended. The professional guidance team told me that I am what is called a visual Linguist. The universe gave me quite a challenge when I was born “dyslexic.” I began to develop my ability to express by painting and drawing. Words defied my ability to write them coherently, so I just drew pictures of everything I wanted to express. However expressing with pictures was not enough for me, and from the painting came my desire and drives to find a way to communicate and create pictures with words. When you combine this with my passion to eliminate suffering in people’s lives, (including my own) then there is one huge push to go against the odds, and “Find a Way.” We all have gifts, precious and rare, writing and understanding people is mine, but just because I have developed this gift, it doesn’t mean it was easy. The challenge for me was to believe in myself, and just does it.

Life is often like a black comedy, my sense of humor involved even in the most dreadful times I have the ability to laugh at my self and turn hardship into valuable insights and use those to strengthen my resolve to achieve. I am according to intelligence tests, a Visual Linguist – word warrior, with genius levels of creativity. I have a vivid imagination, and that imagination serves to bring me a balance between the depth of insight and the day-to-day reality. When I read a book I see the story happening in my mind like a movie, in cinemascope and Technicolor. I have a sensory perceptual ability which is probably thousands of times that of the average person. I feel and experience life so powerfully that often being in the company of some people is almost unbearable. “A Sensate,” as the old terminology would call me. Psychic and intuitive to the extreme, life has held a challenge, for knowing what you know and feeling the world so intensely takes a great strength and good firm hold on sanity.

This morning however, as the words began to flow, somewhere off in the distance in the back of my mind I could hear the voice of John Clease, from Faulty Towers, reading my manuscript. It was just as though I was listening to a radio station. “God, I’m really cracking up,” I mumbled as a smile crossed my face. So with great amusement, it was on that day I had the realization, life really is like an episode of “Faulty Towers,” and “IT,” never does turn out quite what you expect “IT” to be. Often when you look back, in hindsight, all of the drama and a great deal of the chaos has been quite unnecessary and is all quite ridiculous. Yet I dared to question. “What is this mysterious ability we all have to communicate with our higher soul, the ability to communicate upon multidimensional planes where time does not exist and distance has no relevance to knowing what truth is?

” Most people would rather deny is presence in fear of being branded insane or even being other than normal, but we all have the same connections, some simply more developed than others. The answer – well all of the sensor information is simply the mind finding ways to safely communicate information and translate that information from the unconscious to the conscious. The problems begin when people don’t know how to understand what is happening or how to develop solid grounding in the midst of insight.