This an ancient trailer sequence of Soul Biographies as they used to be, and in many respects still are.
When we set out on our search for meaning and for the answers that might lead us there, it’s all too easy to sit at the feet of wisemen and presume that our work is done.
A two minute human portrait of a wildly popular author that wonders about our own inability to come to terms with the possibility that we each might be perfect.
Imagine your life, or your child’s life following its course and then an abrupt and brutal turn. The sudden onset of Schizophrenia. A violent shock to what was. A loss. At a loss. And a soul rendered desolate and alone.
It’s a feeling inside that defies definition. It’s an experience of wholeness. An experience of tranquility. Of peace. An experience of home. It’s an experience of life. I could stay here all day.
One can be asked what one wants a thousand times, yet the words remain impotent. Unheard amongst the deafening echoes of our modern age. And then one day, the world quiets. And those very same words find their way to the attention of your soul.
‘… I knew that everything is fleeting. It comes and it goes. We’ve just got now. We’ve got this moment. I am thankful for the gift to my existence.’
I listened to the Members of the Inner View Community. And to myself. And to the sky above the horizon. And this is what I heard of what we want. Of what this is. Of what ‘Us’ is here for. I wrote it down as a piece entitled ‘I Want This’.
’Perhaps it’s our superiority that keeps us from our own life. And our capacity for humility that leads us to it.’ A film concerning our capacity to see without judgment.
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?’