An ethereal awareness suggests that, prior to my soul being assigned a span of mortality, a pact was agreed upon.

The Angel of my Destiny allowed me a choice that would affect my spiritual growth. During the offered span of mortality, I could choose between two pathways.

Which path would you choose?

I could take a path that would provide me with a self-indulgent, comfortable life without challenges. However, this trail would bring a delayed incarnation.

The soul is one’s conscience

Alternatively, I could choose a worldly life that would free my soul to follow my conscience. In the soul resides a person’s principles and inner-felt soul recognition of right and wrong.

This harder choice destined a choice of transience that would provide wisdom and fulfilment, accompanied by deprivation of material reward; financial wealth without a hedonistic lifestyle.

Fool’s Gold

Pleasure-seeking without challenge is fool’s gold, the reward of spiritual poverty. I learned that the richer a person is in material wealth, the greater the poverty of the soul.

Interestingly, during my life span, I often fell into relationships with fellow travellers who had acquired much material wealth and comfort.

When poverty is riches

On several occasions, such companions conceded that my life was far richer than theirs. Thus, here was the evidence that wealth comes in many forms and not necessarily in coinage.

The poorest people I met were those whose accoutrements of wealth were far beyond my mortal experiences. Their dead souls are those of the bleak cash tills.

The destitute are those impoverished by self-indulgence

I learnt that the person who has the least is far richer than those whose lives are accompanied by the accessories of power and wealth.

Throughout my life span, there would be sharp stones randomly scattered along the pathways I barefoot trod.

The challenges of destiny

Of challenges there were many: Like my father before me, born during World War II (Stalingrad); it was a time of unprecedented human suffering.

Without qualms, I bled through my childhood; mine was a pathway strewn with broken family life, violence, poverty, a calvary beset with tears and obstacles.

Then, by my early twenties, I had travelled to every corner of the world, during which I absorbed the lessons and trials of my fellow life travellers.

Lessons learned and applied

Along with my obstacle-laden childhood, my experiences and Angel of Destiny provided me with lessons, presentation and writing gifts that empowered me to proceed through life as a mentor and educator.

Further enabled by decades of free spirit pursuits, I devoted my life to teaching and inspiring those who accompanied me or were as yet unborn.

Writer of the Year

Europe’s most prolific multi-topic book author, with over 70 books bearing my name on their covers, I penned columns and stories for multiple international media.

Awarded ‘Writer of the Year’ by the Editorial Board of the Euro Weekly News Group of Newspapers, I simultaneously became Europe’s most censored writer, author and poet with over 2,000 world-class poems and soliloquys penned.

Forewarned by my Angel of Destiny

There would be misfortunes that would include the denial of access to material wealth.

An often-luckless mortality that, on occasion, would bring disappointment, vilification, imprisonment, fines, threats, isolation and rejection.

Separation from the soulless herd

A life pilgrimage filled with uncomfortable choices, which would often involve cheek-turning personal sacrifice.

On their way to resurrection to the higher planes, the free-thinker has many crosses to bear. Thus, it was mine and those of my contemporary free spirits.

Compensations

There would be compensations. My relationships with fellow travellers who were simultaneously making the onward journey across the stepping stones of incarnations would be laden with gold.

Companions were teachers and muses.

Companions selected for me provided me with lessons, inspiration and assistance. No matter how fleeting, every companion, good and bad, gifted me a life lesson.

When resting or in solitude and in contemplation, I would discover that my riches were in a different form from those of the materialistic whose false god is Mammon, self-indulgence and pleasure-seeking.

A thankful soul

In return, I would be rewarded by personal satisfaction, leading to the fulfilment of a peaceful and thankful soul.

A Time to Be

The non-conformist choice of a life across mortality was my choice, agreed upon with my vow to my Angel of Destiny.

As the last of the sand trickles through my hourglass, I ask myself, will I meet my commitment? I think so, but I will not truly know until I shrug off my mortal coil and be judged by my soul mentor and companion. ~ Michael Walsh. 

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