Wednesday, 29 July 2015

What Manner of Man

I slammed my fist into the door. I had lost a prised possession to theft. It was not something that was vital to my every day living, but I had placed great sentimental value on it.


‘I don’t have enough love in my life.’ I polished the surface of a sculptured piece of wood I had made. The spirit of wisdom occupied himself by designing a work of art, ‘There is a way to get more love into your life.’ He mumbled as he drew lines onto the wood he had chosen to carve.
‘Make yourself easier to be loved by others.

Dream vs. Reality

‘That is hard to swallow!’ I barked. The spirit of wisdom told me that our body could not tell the difference between reality and a well-defined thought. ‘If the picture in your mind is clear, your body will respond as if it were reality!’
‘No, I can’t agree with you.’

The Sound of Life

The storm had stopped as sudden as it had started. I stood outside and appreciated the beautiful dark clouds, the smell of post storm freshness, when I suddenly noticed it. The spirit of wisdom rose up from a steaming puddle and noticed I was awe-struck. “Not many appreciate it“ he said quietly. “Most try avoid it by living in cities, or try drown it out with loud television or music."
"Its the most beautiful thing ever" I whispered. Not a bird moved or chatted, not a breeze stirred. "What is that sound?" I asked after a while.
"The sound of God breathing." Said the spirit.

love is a Promise

The greatness you so revere in me is naught but presumption. I am nothing. It is in the lull of our relationship, when all resource is exhumed, that I hastily retreat, for I am nothing.

Tuesday, 28 July 2015

Foggman on Mother's Day

The mist was thick, foggman shook his head, it always happened at the most inappropriate times. 'Mom, you here? You okay?'
A hand slid into foggman, he grabbed the arm 'mom?'
'Don't worry boytjie, mummy is here and will lead you to safety.'
Foggman laughed, no matter who you are, or what powers your wield, your mother will still see you as a little child needing love and protection. Thank God for mummy's...

My Spot Under the Sun

‘Bravo!’ the spirit of wisdom cheered, ‘Encore!’ My embarrassment of discovering an audience burst from my heart and onto my face, while the spirit applauded and called for a replay. ‘I saw nothing but the ending,’ he laughed, ‘and it was fabulous!’
‘It is just silliness.’ I blushed, ‘A little party trick,’ I said trying to redeem myself. ‘Despise not your abilities. Your gift will make place for you,’ said the spirit as he patted me on the back, ‘It will bring you before kings!’

Fading Appreciation

The sculpture was large, finely detailed and breath-taking. The elephant and her calf bathing was made entirely out of sand, and precariously close to the waves washing up onto the beach. This did not seem to deter the artist as he work furiously to beat his obvious deadline.
"Hey" someone called from the large admiring crowd, "the tide is coming in!..."
The artist paid no attention to the comments. People in the crowd hastily took photos of the beautiful structure from all angles, occasionally asking the artist to either "get in" or "get out" the photo.
Soon, the inevitable happened, a wave rolled in and damaged the delicate artwork on on side. With this, the artist turned ran into the sea to wash him self off of all the sand, leaving the crowd to their distressed sighs "all that hard work, and the beautiful work will be washed away" someone commented.
The artist returned from the sea, collected his things and made ready to leave.
"Excuse me" I called " but why do all this work, create such a stunning artwork, for it to. Be washed away?"
He smiled. "Peoples preferences change all the time, fashion evolves faster than the art world ca
n cope. So I made an art work to be appreciated in the moment, people will photo it and talk about it for years. Its art for a moment."
"That's crazy" I heard myself say
"Maybe" laughed the artist, "but the truth is beauty does not fade at all, its the appreciation of the beauty that fades."


‘I put all those photo’s in the album labelled memories.’ I pointed to the book shelf laded with files and albums, all clearly marked for easy identification. The spirit of wisdom shook his head as he chuckled. ‘What’s so funny?’ I demanded.

‘Humans are so funny insisting that everything have a name or a label. See how you have marked all your files? Humans want to do that with everything they observe.’ The spirit stretched out his hand and the relevant file slipped out of its resting place, drifted in mid air and gentle stopped in the his grasp. ‘That’s how we are able to recognise our world.’ Bemused, I shook my head at the thought of a noun-less living. ’An object that has no name, or a creature that defies description defies observation. Because it has no noun, no adjective, your labelling machine of a mind rejects that thing, and it becomes invisible to you.

‘I can see everything in this world!’ I insisted, looking around the room. I rattled off the names of everything I could see. ‘Ah yes!’ said the spirit, ‘You see, and call out everything with a name and an adjective attached to it. The room is full of things you have not labelled.’ He stared blankly at me, ‘Can you point one out to me?’

Judge Well

‘How boring is he!’ I remarked while observing and imagining the content of a colleagues life at work. I noticed the screen saver on my computer screen had changed.

Key to immortality is...

The rain fell gently as the spirit of wisdom and I walked away from the grave side. ‘Death is such a final thing.’ I broke the silence.

‘Is it?’

‘I would like to be immortal.’ I blundered on. ‘Like the movie, you know, live forever.’

’Oh really.’ The spirit was obviously not his normal tentative self. 

‘You should know the key to immortality,’ I prodded him, thinking he would not answer. ‘Tell me the key to immortality.’

‘Death.’ Came the blunt reply.

Cost of a Rainbow

‘Her answer was yes.’ I was devastated. The spirit of wisdom looked up at with me. ‘I am sorry,’ he said. I had asked the one I loved if she was bored with my affections, and I asked her if she wanted to leave me. ‘You knew?’

‘I did.’ The sympathy in his tone did not appease my anger at him.

‘Then why did you not tell me?’ The tears ran down my face. I truly thought this love was eternal.

‘It is not for us to know the end result of our efforts, lest we never begin them.’

‘Cant you advise me, so that I can always have a rainbow in my life?’ I sobbed.

‘If you want the rainbow, you have to put up with the rain.’ 

I was Ready...

I slumped against the wall as I felt my soul weaken within my body. ‘Are my words not true?’ He had shown me the futility of my hopes. The spirit of Loneliness placed his hand on my shoulder, ‘With my care, you will be accepted. With me, you will find sweet rest.’ Pictures of friends jeering faces flashed through my mind. The awareness of my failure swelled up inside and suffocated me. I was ready to give in, give up. I looked into the empty eyes of the spirit of loneliness, his dead smile acknowledged my surrender. ‘Welcome.’ He whispered, as I felt my spirit ready itself to leave my body.

‘Leave him.’ Your firm voiced shook the spirit of loneliness so hard, he loosened his grip on my being. ‘He belongs to me.’ You drew the spirits strength and turned it into love and acceptance. The warmth of your embrace filled and strengthened my soul. ‘He is willing to give up, and go with me!’ the spirit of loneliness screamed. ‘I am comfortable where I am.’ I uttered, as I regained my strength from your love. In a puff of black smoke the spirit off loneliness left. His final scream of defeat left the stench of sulphur in the air. Thank you for saving me from my self. From the corner of my eye I noted the spirit of wisdom as he saluted you. With the understanding he called you to my rescue, I saluted him.

Saturday, 25 July 2015

Communication is Interpretation

‘How is it that you are able to communicate with animals?’ Watching the spirit of wisdom and the cat play intrigued me. ‘Do you speak animal languages?’

‘Well, sort of!’ The spirit of wisdom stood up from where he had been playing.

‘Can you teach me?’

‘I will try. Do you understand that energy is molecules vibrating?’ I nodded. ‘Emotions also vibrate. They vibrate at a certain frequency. Each emotion vibrates at its own unique frequency.’

‘And by identifying the frequency you can understand what the animals feel and think! That is amazing.’ The ability to identify each unique frequency seemed simple enough, even for humans to comprehend. There are complications, just as with humans communicating with words.’ The spirit warned me as he sat down on the couch. ‘What kind of complications?’

‘Even with specific vibrations for each emotion, the intention of the other creature is still open to my own interpretation.’ The spirit called the cat to sit on his lap. The cat paused to look in the spirits direction, and then continued to walk towards the kitchen and her food bowl. ‘Sometimes I still get it wrong!’

Beliefs & Objects

‘You talk about beliefs as if they are objects!’ I said to the spirit after his students had all gone. I had been listening to the spirit of wisdom; posing as a psychologist lecturer, teach a class of university students. We ‘have’ believes, and we ‘own’ beliefs. We ‘get’ them, ‘pick’ them up, ‘gain’ them, and even ‘inherit’ a few.


‘All relationships have ups and downs!’ the spirit spoke gently as the mist of his being filtered through the air vents in my car. The brightest, prettiest, girl in my life with the contagious giggle had dumped me for my ‘frumped looks’ and lack of style. ‘I am sure she did not mean you are dull and boring to look at.’ The spirit tried in vain to cheer me up. Her comment had hurt. ‘I am no romance god, that comments like that don’t matter. This stuff is hard. I am not the handsome night in shining armour.’ I wallowed in self pity.

‘At least she marked you on your colourful personality and intellect. That’s a good thing! Looks are not everything.’

‘Yeah? Tell that to the pretty-model boy she will be taking to dinner tonight.’ We sat in silence for a while. ‘I think I could use a lover’s guide.’

‘There is something you can put on your dating résumé!’ the spirit of wisdom chuckled under his breath. ‘Yeah. Like what?’

‘Number one: I am colourful!’

Friday, 24 July 2015

Something New

‘I did everything I could.’ I said as the spirit of wisdom raced around the fish tank, chased by one of the angle fish. They were playing a game of tag. ‘No you didn’t!’ He scooted past and into the miniature castle. ‘You went back and did the same thing as last time, just louder, harder and faster.’ His voice echoed from within the castle. This tipped the angle fish off to his location. The fishy spirit raced up to the glass to face me, ‘And what did that get you?’

The spirit and I had been through this conversation before. I was looking for new results. Previously he said I should try something different. I thought I had. But in hindsight, I could see that the spirit of wisdom was right, as usual. The angle nipped the spirits tail. He was tagged. The angle fish raced away to hide. It was the first time the angle tagged the spirit, as she had come up with a way to corner him in the castle, his favourite hiding place. The spirit swam up to the glass once again, ‘If you always do what you always did, you will get what you always got!’ It was time to try something new!

Risk it

The spirit of wisdom threw his head back in laughter. We discussed laws that controlled the spiritual realm, and had a strong influence on our life as humans. One had caught my attention. ‘Give and you shall receive.’ I had heard of this law during my religious education as a youngster, but never paid much attention to it. The spirit laughed at my facial expressions as I pondered the effect of this newly discovered reality on my own life. ‘So, if I was to give away all I had, would I get all I ever wanted?’ The spirit stopped laughing, ‘Take a risk and find out!’

Ode to Average





“AVERAGE” is what the failures claim to be when their family and friends ask them why they are not more successful. AVERAGE is the top of the bottom, the best of the worst. AVERAGE is the bottom of the top, the worst of the best. Which of these are you?


AVERAGE means being run of the mill, mediocre, insignificant, and “I also ran…” a nonentity.


Being AVERAGE is to the lazy person’s cop-out; it’s lacking the guts to take a stand in life; it’s living by default.


Being AVERAGE is to take up space for no purpose; to take a trip through life, but never to pay the fare, to return no interest for the investment in you.


Being AVERAGE is to pass one’s life away with time, rather than to pass one’s time away with life. It is to kill time, rather than to work it to death.


To be AVERAGE is to be forgotten once you pass from this life. The successful are remembered for their contributions, the failures are remembered because they tried, but the AVERAGE, the silent majority are just forgotten.


To be AVERAGE is to commit the greatest crime one can against yourself, and against humanity. The saddest epitaph is this: “Here lies Mr. Or Mrs AVERAGE. Here lies the remains of what might have been, except for their belief, that they were only average!”

So you do have feelings!

‘The outrage!’ I shouted as I banged my fists on the desk. A situation at work was out of control, and I was ready to resolve the issues with my fists.

Welcome to Adulthood

‘I give up fighting off adulthood.’ I stormed into the house, throwing my briefcase across the room, ‘Finally, I embrace all its bitter responsibilities!’ I threw myself onto the couch and reached for the televisions remote. The spirit of wisdom oozed into the room through the wall, ‘We all surrender sooner or later.’ He said as he hovered above me, ‘For most, it’s sooner and with a lot less struggle.’ I shot him a dirty look. As much as I appreciated his company, my mood had no appreciation for his insights. ‘How do you know you have crossed over the threshold from youthfulness to adult maturity?’ He folded his arms as he looked down from his spot on the ceiling. ‘Easy!’ I spat. ‘Becoming an adult is the direct result of losing hope in all the dreams and fantasies that fuel my zeal and passion for life!’

‘Ah,’ said the spirit, drifting towards the window, ‘You now chant the adulthood chant!’

‘What chant would that be?’ The window opened itself, and the spirit readied to leave. ‘Que sera sera,’ he sang as he drifted out of the window and out of sight, ‘whatever will be, will be!’

Action vs Intention

‘Did you judge him on the basis of his actions or on his intentions?’ The spirit of wisdom moulded himself into the dashboard of my car, and took ownership of all the meters and dials. We discussed the science of forgiveness driving along the highway using my anger towards a friend as an example. ‘I do not understand what you are asking.’ I looked down at the odometer.

Wednesday, 22 July 2015

Smell of Smoke

‘To act on what you believe is not such a foreign concept.’ The spirit of wisdom chuckled at my confused expression. He had said that in order to have wealth pass through my hands, I must think and behave like a rich man. I had put some spare change into a beggars’ coffer. The spirit challenged me on the difference of behaviour between a rich man and a poor man. ‘By acting rich, the universe’s wealth energy will recognise you as an acceptable channel though which it can enter the realm of the physical.’ He said. ‘I don’t want to just channel money into the world. I would like to raise my standards of living too.’ I reached into my pocket for my wallet.
‘One cannot stand next to a fire, walk away and not smell of smoke,’ the spirit winked.

‘So, I now act as if I smell of smoke?’ I took out a bill and walked back to the beggar

Thinking it is living it

‘Oh my God, she is gorgeous!’ Her long slim legs vanished into a tight behind. Her youthful skin covered her beautiful facial features with such grace. She whooshed past me carrying the sweetest smile ever to visit a human face. Bang! I walked into a lamp post. Startled I looked around to see who was watching, and then was startled again when I looked at the lamp post to see a face smiling back at me. The spirit of wisdom chuckled, ‘I could arrange a meeting with her if you like.’ I rubbed my head where I hit it against the spiritual prankster, ‘That’s okay, she is just great fantasy material.’

‘Be careful!’ he warned as he turned into vapor and headed for the nearest storm drain, ‘if you can think it, you can do it!’ 

Fake It

‘I have been faking it.’ I said finally. The spirit of wisdom stopped walking and turned to face me. “I used to have self esteem, but it’s been slowly corroded away in this rotting relationship.’ The spirit nodded.
‘Don’t sell your soul to fool the world,’ he said. ‘Who is to know if it will fade away to nothing? Be you, it’s all you have in this world.’
‘I have been such a hypocrite, living this lie.’

‘It’s time to rise.’ The spirit smiled at me, and we turned to continue our walk on the moon.


As we walked through the dark alley ways of the city, the spirit of wisdom stretched out the staff of Mhumrha, a spiritual talisman object with the power to heal. The spirit touched the core of every hobo in the darkness, instantly healing them of disease, viruses, and quickening their minds.
In the weeks that followed many of those hobo’s were reunited with spouses, family and friends. ‘Is it because you gave them new lease of life?’ I asked from our invisible vantage point on their curtain rail.
‘It’s the quickening of the mind that sends them home.’
‘How so?’
‘Discernment of truth does not grow in lazy minds.’

We drifted silently into the night sky and back to the normality I call life. 

Dance The Storm

I huddled into the doorway of the empty building. The rain, although welcome, was at an inappropriate time, catching me on my walk home. The spirit of wisdom, however, was enjoying the cloud burst with dance and cheerfulness, singing as he splashed through puddles.
‘Come!’ He called me to join him. I shook my head ‘Life was not meant for avoiding storms, rather learning to dance through them until the rainbow appears!’ 

Counting My Joy

The day of your triumph, I stood a little distance away, watching you. I watched you radiate with beauty, energy and power.  I appreciated the affect you had on the people that surrounded you. I stood in awe as you masterfully influenced your circumstance. I glimpsed the power of life glistening in your eyes. ‘Nice view?’ the spirit of wisdom had moved in alongside me as I stood fixated by your strength. I smiled as I remembered how much you are a part of my life, ‘Just counting my blessings!’ I answered.  

Tuesday, 21 July 2015

Consider the Cabbage

The spirit of wisdom stood with his hand on my shoulder. I sat with my head buried in my hands, woefully pondering life’s turmoil. ‘Consider the cabbage,’ he said, ‘It takes but weeks to develop from a seed to a ripe cabbage.  It does not endure hardships of weather or the lack of resources too well. Once harvested, it will comfort man for only a short while. It must be quickly utilised, as its strength fades fast. Now consider the oak tree.’
I saw you standing a way off. It looked as if your legs had sprouted roots and had anchored you to the ground. In a flash I witnessed how the weather formed and moulded your beauty. Decades flew by as if seconds, and I watched your braches reach tall and spread wide. Your beauty and gentleness was apparent from afar, and it drew many people to the security and comfort of your shelter. Your strength protected them from the storms, and your branches welcomed the birds and fostered their children. As the years slipped away your beauty and grace inspired and affected many generations that followed. You were the perfect role model for your offspring. The spirit of wisdom chuckled, ‘Which of the two would you be?’ In a puff he vanished. 

Thank you for the stability, grace, wisdom that you bring into my life.

Monday, 20 July 2015

Ambition vs Expectation

‘Well, that was no fun!’ I said as the door slammed behind me. I threw my kit down in the entrance and headed for the kitchen. I had taken part in a competition at the local shooting range all day where little had gone my way. It was exceptionally frustrating, as I had won with ease the year before. I plucked open the fridge only to see a minute spirit of wisdom sitting cross legged on the shelf next to the cola. ‘That’s what expectation will do to you.’ He said without greeting.

‘’What will expectation do?’ I took the can of cola from the shelf and closed the fridge.

‘Cause disappointment.’ The fridge door opened and the spirit drifted out and down to the floor.   

‘Should I have gone to the competition without expectation? Should I have expected to lose?’ I snapped sceptically.
You went last year to have fun. You wanted nothing of the day but to relax and meet new people - and you won. This year you went to win, focused and determined. You returned feeling miserable. Don’t you think there is a connection?’ The spirit returned to his familiar form and size,

‘Are you saying I should have no ambition in life?’ I asked after sipping the cold refreshment.

‘Ambition is good, but it is very different from expectation.’ The spirit turned into vapour as he spoke, and sank down into the floor.      

Dried Bones

Urgency crept into our walk as the spirit of wisdom pointed down a particular path in the park. We had meandered through the park, engaged in casual conversation, when the spirit seemed to sense something, and began to move like an animal on a hunt. We found the man sitting alone on the bench. His hands covering his face muffled his broken sobbing. ‘In times of illness the human soul will feed life to the bone marrow,’ the spirit said as we exchanged farewells, ‘But who can survive a broken spirit.’ He said looking at the man. It is true - a broken spirit will dry out bones and turn them to dust.

Hindsight vs Foresight

‘That was a bad choice!’ I discussed the actions of a friend with the spirit of wisdom. The course of action taken by my friend seemed like the wrong thing to do, as it just worsened his case. ‘He should have thought this through a bit better.’ I was not forgiving.

‘He did not have the luxury of hindsight when he made his decision.’ The spirit was firm.

‘He could have made a better choice.’ I insisted.

‘He made the best choice available to him at the time of making that choice!’ The spirit shook his head. ‘With the new information he now has, he can make a better choice!’ The spirit expressed his concern over my views of my friend. I maintained that he should have made a better choice. ‘If hindsight was foresight, every human would be perfect in all their choices!’

Sunday, 19 July 2015

The Breath of God

‘Look behind you.’ Said the spirit of wisdom as he held my hands tightly in his. I turned my head and saw my body, peacefully asleep on the bed during a warm summers night. ‘You are to travel for a while.’ Said the spirit as he faded into a minute speck of light. I looked around and took in the view of my house and my street from this different perspective. I was aware of a tug on my body. I turned to see who or what pulled me. The tiny speck of light drew me closer to itself as it grew. When the brilliant white and gold light engulfed me I saw the familiar figure of the spirit of wisdom. ‘Is the light God?’ I asked the spirit. He smiled, ‘The light is not God.’ He put his hand on my shoulder and encouraged me to follow him, ‘The light is what happens when God breathes out!.’

Avoid Foolishness

The spirit of wisdom walked away from the man in the park, shaking his head. ‘What was that about?’ The spirit’s demeanour was different as he joined me for a walk in the park. ‘I am amused by those who regard tenderness to be cowardly.’ We stopped walking. ‘I pity those who regard arrogance to be courage.’ The spirit turned and waved a final farewell to the man he left behind. ‘I avoid those who treat wisdom foolishly.’

Crystal Ball Offers No Lessons

‘Please!’ I was prepared to crawl on the ground on all fours for an answer. While talking to the spirit of wisdom, he dropped the fact that he knew the outcome of the business dealings, even before they had been put into action. ‘No!’ he snapped, as he turned into a no entry sign in the middle of my office. ‘It would make life so much easier for me!’ I insisted.

‘You will learn nothing about life peering into a crystal ball all day.’ The no entry sign flashed brightly.

Rich Eye Poor Eye

I shared a meal with the spirit of wisdom, as he entertained me with very intriguing conversation. I sipped a wine as I leaned back in my chair, ‘I have been poor most of my life.’ I began as the spirit of wisdom refilled his glass. ‘I refuse to be pulled in by quick schemes and illegal dealings.’ I watched in vain for the spirit’s reaction. ‘If you could give me one tip to develop wealth and maintain it, what would you say?’

‘Your eye is poor.’ He slipped out his answer in between sipping his wine.

‘A poor eye! And what exactly does that mean?’

‘Have you ever noticed when you buy a car, for example, that you thought was new and unique? Yet, when you get out on the road you suddenly notice many of the same models. It even seems to be injected into television programmes and adverts, where you previously never noticed it?’

‘Yes, I have. It is strange. So, a poor eye would spot poverty everywhere?’ The spirit nodded yes. I reviewed my own life and noted how much poverty and bad luck I observed. ‘What should I do to counteract that?’ I reached for the bottle to refill my glass.

‘Develop a rich eye.’

Wisdom Snores

I watched your gentle face as you slept. I was in awe of your beauty when the sound of snoring ruptured the idealistic portrait. I moved to wake you, when my spiritual eyes were opened, and I could see the spirit of wisdom resting peacefully in the park of your heart. I chuckled as I realized it was he, and not you, that was snoring as he lay fast asleep on a bench.  I smiled as I remembered a proverb; ‘Wisdom rests in the heart of  him who has understanding.’ 

Universal Magnet

‘Oh stop all you’re whining!’ The spirit of wisdom was tired of all my complaining, ‘It’s really not that bad!’
‘It all right for you,’ I spat, ‘you don’t have to deal with daily living.’
The spirit of wisdom whipped me around. We stood facing each other, our noses only centimeters apart. ‘Let me tell you how it is,’ he spoke slowly. ‘Your focused attention is like a magnet, attracting and repelling throughout the universe. Your focus on what you have lost will repel anything you have left. You will lose it all. By focusing on what you have gained with gratitude, will attract more good things, and still more will be added to you.’
Then the spirit of wisdom vanished, leaving me to wonder what my universal magnet was doing for me.

True Freedom

‘It is their shortsightedness, and willingness to live in bondage, when freedom is so close to them that frustrates me.’ I had been observing the progression of man through time, and was troubled by what I saw. ‘Unfortunately, man regards love as weakness, as it makes them vulnerable.’ The spirit of wisdom hovered over my opinion to bring understanding, ‘Humans turn to materialistic trappings of wealth, pride of life, and the lust of the flesh. These very things that promise freedom, imprisons them.’

‘Love is not bondage’ I stamped. I thought of the courage and strength your love brought me. My soul is free to soar, knowing it has a welcoming place with you, to which it may return. ‘Freedom in love is experienced only when that love is selfless!’ The spirit of wisdom turned to you and saluted. 

In Another Time

In a blink, I stood in a time that was more akin to my values. ‘Just because your physical body is confined to a physical space and time, does not mean you can’t visit generations gone before you.’ The spirit of wisdom patted me on the back. We walked through the village as people went about their daily business.

Its Just Feedback

It wouldn’t work. After repeatedly trying to get the model aircraft I had designed into the air, without success, I gave up. ‘It’s a failure!’ I said to the spirit of wisdom. The spirit had miniaturized himself and was sitting inside the scale model to get first hand experience of my hobby. ‘It is not a failure!’ He said as he squeezed out of the plane, and returned to normal size, ‘You have simply uncovered a way how not to get this thing into the air!’ He laughed and encouraged me to try again.
‘No. It’s a failure.’ I insisted.

‘There is no such thing as failure. There is only feedback!’ The spirit tugged me towards the drawing board, ‘Now, learn from your feedback and get this toy in the air!’

Limited Vision, Limited World

‘I cannot see it!’ The spirit of wisdom encouraged me to open my eyes to the fourth dimension, a realm that he calls home. He said there was a creature standing in the realm, observing me. The spirits attempt at coaching me to ‘see’ into the spiritual realm failed – repeatedly. ‘Maybe it just does not exist!’ I spat.

‘It is amazing how your world is limited by the restrictions of your vision!’ The spirit persisted with the fruitless lessons. 

Heart of Understanding

I nagged, ‘Give me more information, so that I can understand what it is you are saying!’ 
The agitated spirit of wisdom just shook his head, ‘Information does not bring understanding, it only brings information.’
‘Cute.’ I snapped, ‘So, I have to make heads and tails of your speech on the few words you uttered?’
‘According to eastern philosophy, if you have a heart to understand, you will!’
‘How do I get a heart of understanding? Wishing wont make it so!’

‘True!’ The spirit walked to a nearby window and opened it, ‘Do not understand with your mind. As an observer of life, be involved by feeling it.’ With a sizzle he turned into a falcon, perched on the sill, ‘Feeling it,’ He continued in his feathered form, ‘will give you understanding!’ He turned and launched off the edge with a tremendous beat of his powerful wings.

Eye of the Storm

The spirit of wisdom stood by me in the raging storm.  ‘There is rest in the eye of the storm.’ He put his hand on my shoulder. ‘Yes.’ I muttered as my thoughts turned to you. The stinging rain turned into a comfortable and welcoming shower. I watched the lightning dance to the thunders’ rhythm. My hands became still, my heart filled with calm. The howling winds carried a whisper of hope. You are the eye of my life storms. Just the thought of you brings peace to my world. 

Apples of Gold

The spirit of wisdom nudged me, urging me to share my thoughts. A relative was experiencing hardship, and sought my comfort. I had told the spirit of wisdom that I had nothing to share with them in their time of need. ‘They seek not materialistic comfort,’ he said before their arrival, ‘They seek the peace of your wisdom in counsel.’ I downplayed the usefulness of words to console broken heart, ‘If that’s all they want, I will go and get them a sympathy card at the gift store.’ I blurted. The spirit slapped me across the shoulder, ‘A word fitly spoken and in due season,’ his stern voice boomed at me, ‘is like apples of gold in settings of silver to the one who gives it, and to the one who receives it!’

Hungry Ego

The spirit of wisdom laughed as he shook his head. I did something worthy of praise, which I insisted the spirit do – repeatedly! ‘You have the hungriest ego I have ever seen!’ The spirit jokingly refused to give me more applause. ‘And when completely full,’ I laughingly teased, ‘My ego will remain satisfied for … oh, at least ten minutes!’