Artery

Daniel looked out of the window, exhaling softly, moving himself ever so slightly to gather comfort from the soft pillow behind his head. Emotionally, maybe even physically, it hurt, from every corner of his mind, it hurt so very much. He blinked twice, possibly wondering that if he did so, it would change anything within his soul. It wouldn’t, it shouldn’t, as it couldn’t possibly do so.

All of his misdemeanours, committed crimes and worse, continued to haunt his thoughts. He truly thought that an eye for an eye was the current climate of his life. He’d treated people to untruths, white lies and more, over his many years and now, maybe his karma had finally arrived. It mattered not that he’d suffered over and over again, when it came to relationships. This was, after all, his script, his play, his inner worth and more at work. He held the pages and he’d written the stories for others to enact. He knew that if his own self worth wasn’t where it should be, his energy would reflect such a state. The actors, within his play, enacting their parts with aplomb.

He felt his emotions stir, memories returning once again to haunt his waking slumber, as two tears moved from either eye. The warm, wet emotions, falling around either side of his face. He knew that both tears were, if he embraced honesty, pure, innocent, deep pain, falling away from his very soul. He knew that he’d soon, very soon, no longer cry but until then, it still all seemed so difficult.

He was a man. A male. A person that wasn’t supposed to feel or, at least, suffer in such ways. His support structure, small, his independence, the only thing he seemed to cherish. He wanted to scream, shout, thrash about within his bed, but that wouldn’t be sensible as his energy levels had, once again, reached the same old low. Night after night, month following month, the broken sleep slowly grinding him down.

He looked up to the stars and, as he stretched out his arm, his hand reaching towards some imaginary salvation, he opened his imagination. In front of him, appeared a glowing image. He focused through his tear-filled eyes, slowly, gradually, as an actual angel appeared within his view. Daniel’s eyes widened at such a fabricated image but, seeing as he’d created such a moment, he embraced his thoughts.

The angel smiled the warmest, most tender smile he’d ever seen.

“What’s wrong?” asked the angel, as Daniel’s heart seemed to glow within his chest.

“I have a broken heart,” he stated, with cracked words, as more tears arrived to his eyes, “her emotional attraction simply fell and I wasn’t enough. Whatever I am, however I was, no longer what she wanted!”

The angel smiled, as she replied,

“My child. Hasn’t this event made you a smarter, more knowledgeable, more repentant angel? Your ego has been reset. Your self-esteem has levelled and, above all, you’re reaching within to find salvation! A new path awaits you, no matter who follows alongside or holds your hand!”

Daniel smiled a difficult smile, not able to reject the Angel’s words. Instead, he nodded.

The Angel, leaning forward, reached inside of her own chest. “I shall help you!”

After removing her fingers from within her chest, she held out her hand and, within that hand, rested a glowing aorta, the largest artery within the human body. She slowly, carefully, reached into Daniel’s chest and replaced his artery with hers.

“Now, you have a filter,” she said,  “Whatever your mind thinks, will be filtered before it reaches your heart and, through that, you will allow yourself some space, a little more time, to think clearly with your heart! What will be, will be just that. You own your own life, your own script. The 3D is yours to command!”

Daniel smiled, his tears increasing, as he felt the glow from within his chest. He could feel his heart, beating, thinking, becoming something pure and calm. He looked towards the Angel, into her eyes, never quite imagining that he’d feel something such as this. Upon the earth, the realisation that heaven could exist, within each of us.

He closed his eyes, for the briefest of seconds, opening them to daylight and a new day. His hand quickly shot to his chest, holding, feeling, wondering if it was only a dream. He closed his eyes, listened, knowing, that at times of such struggle, angels would, could and should, surely be looking towards us for our greatest good. Even if it meant replacing an artery, a heart, a soul or even a purpose, they’d make it happen.

 

Please don’t suffer alone. Speak. Talk. Communicate. Always. xx

(Audio will be added on the 8th)

Seasons

Daniel, sat on the bench with legs crossed, looked out across the lake. He found the view calm, quiet, serene and ever so beautiful. This was his place, that place, where his breathing found a calm that the big city never seemed to provide. He adored the time spent doing absolutely, completely, nothing much at all.

He’d visited this escape over the years, upon the days that afforded him the luxury of undertaking the reasonably short journey. No beeping cars, no screeching of tyres, no coughing individuals and, most certainly, providing a slower pace of life. He’d seen the transformation of each season, moving, adapting, changing to the ever-shifting planet. This year, he was joined by another, his friend, companion, lover and, of course, the one that made him smile.

They’d seen the growth from Spring, the animals starting to birth, the ducks around the lake creating new life, the showers of rain coming and going, with the days and moments seemingly longer as each new day appeared. They’d met in the Spring, the perchance meeting becoming a realistic notion, within the couple. Friends before lovers. Understanding before connecting, creating something new that would hopefully last as long as a spring filled day. Daniel held her hand, relaxing that little further into the soft, plush, outside self-cushioned bench.

They’d witnessed the colours of Summer, where they’d both experienced many adventures, away from the hustle and bustle of their normal lives. Summer always brought warmth, the adventure of finding new places and moments, always inspiring the both of them, to be more than they currently were. Arm in arm, day by day, they’d walk around the small lake experiencing the calm afforded to them both.

They’d watched the Fall of Autumn, with colours fading to be replaced with the yellow, red and browns of life. The weather, changing, with the days becoming shorter, they’d find comfort inside. Holding, embracing, becoming closer than ever before. This, to the two, involved a time to weather any storm. Each day, colder than the next, with animals preparing to hide.

They’d felt the cold of Winter, surrounding them, nipping, biting at their fingers and toes. The landscape, changing ever further, covered with the beautiful snow of change. They’d play, they’d roll within the days of inner warmth, the fire alight within each of them. There would always be something special about the cold storms of life. It brought people together, closer, the embrace confirming the connection and stability.

Daniel loved this place. His escape, their sanctuary, from everything and everyone else. They both knew that although the seasons were becoming mixed, neither really acknowledged the fact that each new day seemed to vanish with ease.  Effortless, timeless, the drama of eventualities not even considered when embraced by the authentic heart of another. He knew that no matter what was said, no matter what they did, he didn’t care which season it was, as he’d spend each and every single one of them, with her.

 

 

Who

Let’s start by grabbing a small, little, slice of paper. Let’s call this little bit of paper your imagination. Sure, your imagination can be as big, or as little as you like, but today, it’s going to be just the size you need.

Pick the characters, the participants, give them names and above all, give them a purpose. A lover, a friend, a person that adds a little tease, some play, or just annoys the heck out of you. Either way, they’re all playing a part in your story. This, above all, is your imagination. We often allow our imagination to run away like a fool, that disregards our sanity, but today we’re taking full control.

Once we’re there, within your play of plays, create situations, places, with even more random faces, that you may never actually get to meet. Once you have the scenes, the players, the artists and the script writer has been set (also you), you can enact the scenes that you’d like to appear within.

Yes, that’s right, you and you alone, are the main star within your orchestrated operatic performance. You’re the producer, the writer, the script developer, the scenery artist and, basically, everything.

Now. You’re there. What’s your worth? How do you appear? How do you feel? How do YOU… create your scenes? What is your worth? Have a think, take some thought, before your imaginary pen touches the page of your mind. This is serious, it’s delicate work and above all, you’re creating the very ‘you’, that every single person will see within your play. Let’s imagine that this is also real life and, as you know, you’ll also appear to those people in the same way you write your fictional character.

Picture your face, envision your smile, your thoughts and your worth. Are you in love? Are you worthwhile? What ‘is’ your worth? So many questions and yet, these thoughts form and create energy that ‘make’ your thoughts become real life. When enacting, when you’re the person and character that you would like to be, feel. Feel everything. The texture of your clothes, feel the smile upon your own lips, enact with the characters with real emotion, with certainty and authenticity. Feeling is… everything.

That’s right, we’ve gone from an imaginary play, created and played within your mind, to how you’re viewed and ‘felt/feeling’ in real life. Every thought, every play that you create within your mind, forms your actions in real life. If you’re not good enough, then that will sound LOUD and CLEAR in the real world, not just within the play of your mind.

Now, we start again. First, create your character. You and you alone, are the most important person within this play. You’re smart, sophisticated, loving, caring, worthwhile and more than amazing. Remember, every line of your script forms how your life will flow. If you think a person will treat you bad, they will as ‘YOU’ make it happen with your exposed energy. Of course, horrible people do exist, but maybe your play could change the way they see you. Even idiots respond to energy. It’s the script, you see, the words you create within your mind.

After all, ‘who’ are you? ‘Who’ will you become? Who, indeed.