Freedom

Can Albert Come Out to Play?

Can Albert Come Out to Play?

He knocked on the back door. Three times. As he always had. Heavily worn trouser knees. Spectacles sat at the end of an elderly nose. And eighty two well-used years under his belt. ‘Can Albert come out to play?’

Beyond Marketing For Coaches

Beyond Marketing For Coaches

timeline: 0.15 comedy/tragedy : 2.30 a story of two places : 5.02 coaches two immense challenges : 5.57 how you coach : 7.16 how you are seen : 9.35 the conscious field : 10.52 words from two places : 12.45 incongruent nature of advertising : 14.30 why most are blind : 17.30 how you tell the world : 19.49 articulating from presence …

The Whisper And The Echo

The Whisper And The Echo

A man looked for meaning. For his very place in life. He searched high and low. He’d often hear a whisper, calling his name from the other side of what seemed like a door …

The State Of Not Knowing

The State Of Not Knowing

‘I can’t give you anything that you don’t already have.’ This statement is important, and this podcast explores this and the uncomfortable edges that surround it. If the work of Soul Biographies is interesting to you, this delves deeply into its very nature.

Conscious Revolution

Conscious Revolution

These times call for a conscious revolution in the way we act towards one another, driven by our capacity to better see and experience the common humanity that lives deep within our bones.

The End Of Silence

The End Of Silence

‘… people are drowning in their own silence. There’s a lot of female voices that were told to shut up. There is a righteous fury unleashed right now. The feminine has been so violated and she’s ****ing furious. It feels like a fire.’

Run

Run

Run. Run until you can hide no more. Headlong towards a life of importance. And the person worthy of a place in this World. Run until the pain becomes inexplicable. unbearable. Until you feel your very soul bleeding dry. And then stop. Stop dead. Beyond the delusion of slowing down. Which is still running …

The Boy Who Would Leap

The Boy Who Would Leap

He’s somewhere between thirty and forty. Perhaps fifty. Maybe sixty. He wants to play. Without prescription. He wants to stamp. And to stomp. And to run. And to leap from chair to chair.

The Midwife’s Tale

The Midwife’s Tale

Doña Chona seems tired but she isn’t frightened. The frightened you see deep in the eyes of most human beings. A frightened that hides itself well. A frightened that quietly shouts its assumption of isolation, and of loneliness.

The Reflection

The Reflection

As I gaze into the world, I realize that nothing falters in its ability to reflect what I’ve come here to see. My challenge remains …