Liberation

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?’

A Glimpse Of Reality

A Glimpse Of Reality

A dramatic story, pointing to a human resilience which I believe is more common than we suppose. It’s told through an uncommon depth of observation. And wonders if there is more to us than the series of events we’ve been through.

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.

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 …

A Note From Behind The Camera

A Note From Behind The Camera

From a palpable and utter stillness, it is as if the subject ‘is being spoken’. They are not speaking ‘to’ or ‘at’ the world in expectation of something in return, as is so often the case. Here, there is nowhere to hide. Here there is no need to hide. Here there is the letting go of control. The control that kept us from seeing one another.