I was born in a small
town in southern Ontario, Canada, and always yearned to travel the world to
experience new adventures within a variety of foreign lands. I remember as a young
boy of five our family drove to Manitoba (over 1,600 kilometers), and as my
siblings slept most of the time I was wide-eyed to the new world whizzing past
us at 100 kilometers per hour.
Fulfilling my wanderlust provides a rich and
diversified quilt of experiences for my books. The many characters I write
about are forged from the love of adventure manifested over decades of travel
and research.
I have been writing since
2007 and have eighteen books on Kindle/Amazon in two genres; adventure and
motivational/spiritual/self-help.
My personal pathway to success began many years
ago after attending a Bob Proctor seminar in Toronto, Canada. Those exciting
sessions opened the doorway to the many icons of the New Thought Movement who
wrote about the divinity and possibility that resides within each of us.
Life changed by the words of Phineas Quimby, Thomas Troward, James Allen, William Walker Atkinson, Wallace Wattles and a host of others. And now, I feel it’s my responsibility to give back and share his experiences to help others achieve what they want to in their life.
Appearing
in your blog is timely; I just released a new book on Oct. 6th, The Way:
Universal Truths from The Lost Text. Find it here
The
Way: Universal Truths from The Lost Text
PROLOGUE
It is August 1207 of the Common Era, a new day dawns
upon Loyang, a sleepy village of several
hundred souls in northern China. But it is not an ordinary day; you see, the
Mongol hordes have swooped down upon the innocent and wait impatiently for the
conquest to begin.
Philosopher Ling Tzu feels great anxiety in his heart
as the other citizens prepare for the conflict that is about to bring total
destruction down upon them. The battle
begins and with the wrath of the enemy unmercifully set upon Loyang’s citizens,
the wise sage buries his life’s work in an earthen jar far from the eyes and hands of the
cruel invaders.
A gravelly voice makes demands, “Sage, give us
your gold, and we may spare your life.”
“Mongol
warrior, I am Ling Tzu, a philosopher and scribe of the highest court of
Loyang. I do not possess such evil. This lifeless, soulless master blinds
citizens to the truth, causes brothers to kill brothers, and takes away joy in
this life and every other life you shall experience. As you fight for more,
more blood is spilled, as more blood is spilled more tears are shed, and as
more tears are shed more dreams are lost.
“What
valuables I possess are thoughts, words, and manuscripts that preserve the
Universal Truths for all of humanity to live a joyous and fulfilled life. My
golden treasures shall last forever…can you say the same for your gold
trinkets.”
The swarthy
warrior was perplexed, yet unmoved by such fanciful words and ideas.
“No gold…feel
my cold blade run through you, enjoy your worthless treasures Sage!
*******
The rediscovery of philosopher Ling Tzu’s (1159-1207)
seminal work, The Way, has given the modern world a spiritual guide that
contains one-hundred and thirty-five Universal Truths for living a life of
purpose and direction.
While over eight centuries have passed since these
messages were written, it appears that time has stood still, motionless after
many millennia. The Universal Truths are as relevant today as they were when
the ancient scribe guided his pen in ink and assigned his wisdom upon a silk
clothe. After all, true wisdom cannot be
erased, diminished, or altered by time.
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The Way is not place. The Way is state. This is The
Way.
The Way is not on a mountaintop. The Way is the
confidence you feel on a mountaintop. The Way is not in a meadow. The Way is
the love you feel in a meadow.
The Way is not in the sea. The Way is the serenity you
feel in the sea. The Way is not in a lagoon. The Way is the security you feel
in a lagoon.
The Way is not in the forest. The Way is the gratitude
you feel in the forest. The Way is not in a valley. The Way is the awareness
you feel in a valley.
The Way is not an island. The Way is the truth you
feel on an island. The Way is not in a canyon. The Way is the reality you feel
in a canyon.
The Way is not in the wind. The Way is the compassion
you feel in the wind. The Way is not in the rain. The Way is the acceptance you
feel in the rain.
The Way is not in the sunlight. The Way is the trust
you feel in the sunlight. The Way is not in the moonlight. The Way is the
expectation you feel in the moonlight.
The Way is not on a beach. The Way is the joy you feel
on a beach. The Way is not in a marsh. The Way is the poise you feel in a
marsh.
The Way is not in the heavens. The Way is the
enlightenment you feel in the heavens. The Way is not in the stars. The Way is
the consciousness you feel in the stars.
84
Love is not words. Words are not love. This is The
Way.
Love is a tear on a lover’s cheek. Love is a new born baby’s cry. Love is the echo of a pounding
heart. Love is a sweaty palm.
Love is a dry throat. Love is a gentle hug. Love is a furtive look
across a crowded room.
We must love our Self to be whole. We must not love another to be whole.
To love another to be whole is an illusion. To love your Self to be whole is
reality.
A home full of Self-love is an enlightened home. A home devoid of
Self-love is an unenlightened home. A home of Self-love is a home surrounded by
love from and of the Source.
Self-love originates from The Way…it ends with The Way.
Each of us desire the whole of love, but most feel the distain of the
whole without Self-love. They shall
never achieve the whole of love.
You have free will to love your Self. You have free will to distain your
Self. This is The Way.
When you receive the love of The Way, you achieve the love of the Self.
When you do not receive the love of The Way, you do not achieve the love of the
Self.
The Way is the whole of love. The love of the whole is The Way. The
giver of love is The Way. The holder of love is The Way.
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There is the old. There is the young. This is The Way.
The young are naïve and malleable, the old are learned
and brittle. Brittleness is for trees not for people, malleability is for
people not trees.
To live well take the malleability of youth and pass
it to the old, to live well pass the learned of old age and pass it to the
young.
The young
see everything as new, sparkling, and shiny. The old see everything as old,
dark, and dull.
The young
hear everything as new, sparkling, and shiny. The old hear everything as old,
dark, and dull.
The young
speak everything as new, sparkling, and shiny. The old speak everything as old,
dark, and dull.
The young
write everything as new, sparkling, and shiny. The old write everything as old,
dark, and dull.
The young
see everything as an event to live a new experience. The old see everything as
an accident to not experience again.
The young
hear everything as an event to live a new experience. The old hear everything
as an accident to not experience again.
The young speak everything as an event to live
a new experience. The old speak everything as an accident to not experience
again.
The young
read everything as an event to live a new experience. The old read everything
as an accident to not experience again.
The old
must see everything as new, sparkling, and shiny. The old must hear everything
as new, sparkling, and shiny.
The old
must speak everything as new, sparkling, and shiny. The old must write
everything as new, sparkling, and shiny.
If you
see everything as new, sparkling, and shiny you shall never age. If you hear
everything as new, sparkling, and shiny you shall never age
If you
speak everything as new, sparkling, and shiny you shall never age. If you write
everything as new, sparkling, and shiny you shall never age.
If you
see everything as old, dark, and dull you shall age. If you hear everything as old, dark, and dull
you shall age.
If you
speak everything as old, dark, and dull you shall age. If you write everything as old, dark, and
dull you shall age.
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