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Saturday, 25 August 2012

What are you waiting for?





I believe it is a grave miscalculation to look for hope outside of yourself. To reach the point of death and missed being involved in doing and seeing what life has to offer you, and you it. What are you waiting for was the question that hit me right between the eyes when I found myself dangling in that valley of little hope nearly twenty five years ago. Now, whether I grabbed it, or it grabbed me is a very open question, but it saved me from a fate worse than living in the hell I was living in, if you can call it living.
You see we tend to consider ourselves as something people have told us we should be starting with our parents, teachers, psychiatrists and so on. So we become lost and very vulnerable. then to add to this dilemma we become caged, and construct enormous walls around our way of seeing and thinking and being. No wonder we build all sorts of crazy defense mechanisms to protect ourselves. Because were so anxious about one thing or another, thats what we do. God forbid you do this or say that, or help someone that does not look good in the eyes of others. Think about that for a while and tell me I’m wrong. Mind you I don’t mind if you do,at the very least you have made contact with me, and who knows where that could lead us. And the real reason behind what I do is to invite you into what I call the real world. The world of music,laughter, challenge and all the essential and beautiful things of life that can be yours as long as you are willing to be involved.
So if you are in that place of darkness there is a way out, I know, I’ve been there. My book A Walk With An Irish Man talks about it. The everyday life I lead projects it. And its not an ego trip on my part, but a deep sense of willingness to share myself with those who want to fill a better need in their lives.
I will finish with a poem for this week, and next week I have a little something to share with you that sparked off another ray of wonder in my walk through life.

                          A Man Is.
             A man is always chasing something.
                Maybe its his tail, a woman, a job
            or whatever takes his fancy. Its a game
               of life that leads him to wherever he
              wants to go, or may not want to go.
                    The great mystery of human
                       nature that is forever.

Saturday, 18 August 2012

How would I describe myself ?

                                      

                                       
Well to begin with a bit of a rebel without any doubt. I withhold nothing that I believe will in someway help others or myself. I can be disloyal to myself at times because I feel I need to achieve. There is a restless sense of obstinacy that I must reach certain goals that I have set for myself, and at the same realize at times I must settle for less. And that is what I am now coming to terms with, because by not pushing myself too hard, I can deal with with a better frame of mind with the unexpected when it arrives.
I have a great respect for the mysterious. It has always followed me as a child, and into my later years. And I don’t try to question it, but observe it. I really believe that the great downfall of man is that he must have answers for just about everything. Well, there is no way we can see, do, or understand everything. But from a more logical viewpoint we can be a part of many things. In that I believe there is a good sense of satisfaction.
We are instruments of love, because love endures all things.
So what I have learned that is most important in the circle of my life to date is the fact that I live in a world that can be both brutal and hypocritical, and at the same time be loving and very beautiful. And so being a lover of humanity and nature I chose the latter. And the reason I do is because I am into the following in a very enthusiastic way. Music, singing, writing, stimulating dialogue, golf,chess, swimming and snooker and whatever other types of challenge that may present itself to me. I will try to be involved in these things in some form or another till I am called to give an account of my life on this earth.  
       Terry,

Sunday, 12 August 2012

Who knows what I will say next?

As I continue with my weekly blog I will take extracts from the last book I wrote, and the one I am writing along with other situations that I get thrown into, or fall into. This one is from my last book.
I’ll never forget the day I was walking down Williams Street with my tennis racket to catch the train to Town Hall to take me to Jansens tennis club and a man approached me from The Church of Scientology in Pitt Street. He asked me if I could spare the time to go into a nearby building and fill in a questionnaire. There was a time when I would have said, “Sorry.” and left it at that, but since I’d found the courage to open the Door of Life and Him in curiosity came beckoning to me in all shapes and sizes, as you might have already gathered. Caution was no longer a word in my dictionary. In its place I inserted challenge, to whatever degree I was capable of. What was the point of me dying before I’d made some sense of living? 
I said yes, I’d be quite happy to oblige. The man took me into the building, sat me at a desk and placed the questionnaire before me. He said, “ When you’ve finished put your hand up and someone will look after you.” With a sense of amusement running through me I completed the questionnaire and held up my hand.
Well, they mustn’t have been too busy that day because no sooner had I put my hand up than a lady came over and sat down in front of me. She had a lovely smile. She introduced herself then proceeded to decipher my answers. When she’d finished she said, “ From my calculations, based on these answers, your self-esteem and love life seem to to drop right off our chart scale. Everything else is good.” As she was an attractive women I said to her, with a sheepish look on my face, “ Would you like to sleep with me? “ Well, the guy sitting next to me heard what I’d said and nearly cracked up. The lady gave me one of those strange, disarming smiles that could have said “yes” or no” or “ you cheeky bastard” , As I bowed to her and took my leave.
My tennis wasn’t the best that day. I kept remembering the look on the lady’s face and I couldn’t stop laughing. I’d even go so far as to say we both got a few laughs from it, and I’ll always respect her for not making a big deal out of it. A top rate lady in my book.
Till I come your way next week week with God knows what have a great week because I intend too.



Tuesday, 7 August 2012

Rapture





As I continue to express myself on my blog as a spiritual person I will be coming at you lovely people with all sorts of things who are more or less on the same wavelength as myself.
And if you wish to respond please feel free to express yourself as you wish for I am as broadminded as the horizon itself.
The word rapture to me has a marvelous sense of madness about it because I have experienced it. Yes , Like most of you I've experienced pain and what ties in with it. Most of it I now believe because I allowed myself to be victimised. If one allows him or herself to become a victim the dark clouds are forever rolling in.
It wasn't till I was sixty years of age that I slowly became aware of the word rapture when I started to reach down inside myself.
The answer was always there but I let fear and doubt get in the way simply because I had little faith in myself.
But when I started to draw from the wealth of my inner creation a whole new world opened it's doors to me in all shapes and sizes and brought me into contact with all sorts of lovely people and books that have enriched my life forever.

I can't remember where I found this quote but I give it to you with all my heart.

To live the life you love, you must do what you love and you can't chose what you love, you can only discover it.

Now that you have some idea of where I am coming from I will share things about my past and present as I continue my blogs, and hope to hear how you are responding to life and living.

Terry