I come down off the hills to do some bits-n-bobs in the nearest town and as soon as possible I am heading back to the surreal beauty of peace and tranquility and to be alone.
Too be utterly alone is to experience the beautiful gift we all share called life, the sun rises over the horizon and sometimes there is a wind and somtimes there is not.
This place seems to come alive at this time of the day with the sounds of birds and bees and the baby lambs calling out to their mothers.Human beings are very sparse in these remote parts,it is lovely Leitrim in Ireland and I have nicknamed the majestic valley “Gods Valley” for thats the only words that measure this place.
In the evenings the sun drops on the other side of the valley leaving a blood red sky and it seems to drop straight into the atlantic ocean in the distance,I had the honour of minding Mitch’s 9 yr old daughter Kezzia over the weekend and she taught me many things like children do.
They see things a lot more clearer that we adults do, perhaps; We get caught up in the woes of the world or maybe we are brainwashed from an early age,I find children before they reach puberty have the voice of God in them as they speak the truth, once they reach that puberty stage they become a mind of their own and drive many parents gaga with their ideals and desires to life.
To sit still is one of the greatest gifts in life, for all the answers will come, we just have to connect to the great spirit. A guest that came alone to my birthday party last week said he didn’t believe in God or spirits, I had to respect his opinion and thanked him and his 67 years of experience on this beautiful journey we all share.
There is a difference in believing in something and knowing something, if I were to read countless amounts of holy books and attend church daily I might believe there was a God or maybe a Christ figure, however; If I were to meet the Christ figure face to face then I would not believe in him anymore ! I would know him… for wouldn’t I have met him, Its as simple as that.
I woke up one morning to see my face on the front page of the Nation paper in Bangkok Thailand with a big caption “Into the Mystic “, it was sometime in April 1997′, my beautiful girlfriend Sukanya which means (beautiful angel) at the time was beside herself “My boyfriend is famous “, she said more than once with a smile.
I started to believe her as I was rubbing shoulders at the time with all types of people seeking my counsel and most of all my predictions at reading Tarot cards. I still see her face whenever I said I was meeting James Bond 007 later that night for a drink, She said “Dollaye” which means bullshit in the Thai language.
As soon as Pierce Brosnan appeared in an open white shirt and shook my hand in Nana plaza that night Sukanya went bright red and whispered in my ear “Pom lak coon mack ma” which means I love you very much and reminded me once again that I was famous as she grinned from ear to ear and made a comment that he was very handsome !
Twelve years later I wake up to see my face once again in the headlines, this time it was in New Zealand and I managed to occupy the headlines in the biggest newspaper there, this was in July 2009′.
A lot has happened in those twelve years resulting into the Blanket Earth Project being born, I was always scared to write about my amazing life for what would people seriously think if they knew ? they say the truth will set you free and back in February 2000′ as I said good-bye to my father for the last time knowing that I wouldn’t see him again he said son “You should write a book about your life as it would make a best-seller”.
If he only knew for my life would be catapulted into another dimension with the spirit world but then again he probably does for he is probably looking over me whenever the going gets rough at times, It was only as recent as 2008′ that I found out my father wasn’t my father and I wanted to believe he was my real father, however, he did ask me why I changed my name back in 1992′ and to be honest with you I told him I didn’t really know why, I made up some flimsy excuse that if I ever got in trouble I didn’t want to bring the family name into it and besides I knew back then that something had changed within me and I couldn’t explain any of it.
I dare not tell anybody except one person that I had an out of body experience back before I changed my name and seen my mother to whom was dead ten years previous, She looked so beautiful and was in a tunnel with dry ice and dressed in white and I tried to reach out to her but couldn’t and I came back into that room in Melbourne during the middle of the night in a heatwave, I awoke my friend who was sleeping in the next room and brought him into my bedroom and we made a promise never to speak about this to anyone and could not understand why the room was below freezing and the rest of the house was like an oven.
My stepfather was a sceptic in just about every form and he laughed whenever he heard I read tarot cards, he asked me a question in the mid nineties at his home and didn’t tell me what he was asking, I told him the money wasnt far away and that he had a windfall coming very soon, he laughed out loud in my face and told me he never heard such rubbish.
Six weeks later I hear from him whilst I am back in Australia and he has just won eleven grand in the lotto, he said son you could make a lot of money doing those cards for people but that wasn’t my intention as I had still one foot in the corporate world and making zillions of dollars selling investments,stocks and shares…paper doesn’t refuse ink I learnt from my corporate days.
I kept watching a movie back then called “Baraka” which is the arabic for blessings and it was like sending an arrow through my heart everytime I watched it, it was about the world and there wasn’t one word spoken, it brought me to tears at times and after watching it about ten times I felt my heart wandering away from the corporate world and more towards helping the world.
Standing behind a mahogany table on the 17th floor of a skyscraper one morning was to change my direction once again, I didn’t hear the hustle and bustle of the guys working along side of me but I remember shouting to them to come and take a look, they all gathered around and peered down below as I made a comment about the man on the bicycle blowing words in a cone whilst shouting orders to four rowers on the yarra river in Melbourne. Have they no work to do was my idiotic words and then the penny dropped that I was the monkey stuck in the cage high above in the clouds in the sky and in a split second I decided to take off my armani suit and change my life forever,Thailand here I come.