A Life of Falsehoods

As I ponder our existence in this realm, what it’s all about and where we’re all from, I often get this melancholic sense of being far from home. Yet this beautiful planet Earth is home to all and one, and we are all neighbours sharing the many wonders and expansive landscapes of sand and soil, sun, water and air. The magnificence and beauty of the world around us is breathtaking and awe inspiring, leaving me to wonder why I never became a photographer where I could capture every moment of every living thing, in a single moment of time. Lo and behold, as much as I love the art of photography, it has never been my forte, yet I can appreciate the magic and brilliance of an artist who captures such presence in a single frame.

Old Camera

Which leaves me to ponder further, the magnificence of life itself and all that it encompasses in purity, density and magnitude. The trees, the leaves and oceans are picturesque in grounded presence and purpose. We see a tree as a tree, doing nothing other than just being. Yet we can appreciate its stability and majesty in every way, whilst never giving thought to its integrity and purpose. Does a tree change its leaves or sway against the wind? And do the oceans roll in to the north in a strong easterly breeze? The soil beneath our feet nestles into the hard earth below, where earthworms make their home and crops sprout with new growth. The sun rises each morning and sets in the eve, as the moon sits high each night, according to its placement in the cycles of the cosmos above.

The rivers flow to the seas, and never against the tide. The canyons sit high above the valleys below, and the sky reigns blue as stars shine through the night. Even in the wild, animal life and insects go about their day in the flow of life, movement and growth. Never fighting their existence, nor living behind a facade within a formidable house of cards. The synchronicty between animal kingdom and Mother Earth, remains an ever questioned mystery to humans seemingly inert.  And the seas in their life and flow, remain majestic and ferocious in their cycles of mood bestowed.

Grand Canyon

And then there’s humanity, with lip cream and douse. Nips and tucks and corsets and clowns. Where seabeds funnel their ground in life, humans bury their heart and lives in strife. Seahorses roam the oceans afar, and conmen spread their lies in division and glamoured mar. As poetic as it sounds, it couldn’t be further from the truth. Where nature is our nurture and humans the Earth’s predator.

There are so many falsehoods in life wrapped in bubbles of fluff and packaged in boxes of ribbons and bows. “I love you”, says one to all, up high on throne and cast in gold. “We are all one in the circle of life and love”. Indeed we may be united in life and the truth of eternal consciousness, yet here in the physical realm of body and thought, we may choose whether or not to be as one with the life and agenda of falsehoods.

Fancy Dress

The new age “club of life” appears to be everything love and light, and the perfection of spirit in oneness. Yet I often ponder how it’s possible to be as one with those whose agenda is of dark nature in hate, chaos and destruction? To be as one with all is to be as one with darkness too, as it is to be as one with horrific actions and plight. United we all stand in life, breath and community, yet to stand as one with the dark side remains always only by choice. Some have their journey of darkness to fulfil, and of that we may have no say. Yet we do have a say in communion with whom we wish to share our heart and truth.

In the circle of life on Earth, we are united in community to all that we share on this world. Yet it would seem that many a false prophet would encourage the suppression of discernment and thought, for love, forgiveness and peace for all. And so I wonder, where is the sanity in that? To think for ourselves and make up our own mind on whether something serves our purpose or not, is where many an awakened soul will choose to stray.

While I am no guru or prophet, and I have no desire to become one. I know myself well and I know what feels right for me. When life slaps you in the face, you can either crumble in a heap or stand tall and metaphorically slap it right back. Why lay down and die when you have a mind and voice of your own? As society falls deeper into political correctness, it would encourage a multitude of one sided slapping, where one is taught to walk away in love and forgiveness. Whilst an eye for an eye makes everyone blind”, may share an element of truth. These words are in clever use in the physical sense of thought, rather than the empowerment of self respect and personal choice, derived from healthy discernment.

To sit in silence in a sub world of killing, abuse and hate.. is to give up in a repressed and dead state. To speak up on matters of taboo and rife, slays the beast of death and lies. It’s important to speak one’s truth, as it is important to stand your ground in all that doesn’t feel right. I would thumb the mantra of “forgiveness is all in peace and love”, for a new mantra in reality that says, “Speak up and speak out in your truth”. For here lies the death of the beast in the face of stance and outcry.

Fighting Back

And so, “to be as one is to be at one with all” is no longer my life mantra. I believed in this for some while, at a time when I fell into the pool of “one is all and all is one”. Yet as a child the idea of dieing I didn’t fear. It was only the thought of meeting as one in a ball of light where I would no longer exist as “me”. I remember pondering the thought of being consumed as one in death, and I would revile at the thought and idea of this. The image of a vacuum sucking my life-force into a bag of fluff, where I would merge into the oneness of all that sat in the dark of murky dirt and dust. It wasn’t until years later, where many a spiritual meme would entice my broken heart and shattered thoughts into a sea of “one is all”. It was here that I sat for a while and pondered, never forgetting my heart. And it was here that my memories reminded me, of all that I reviled in childhood.


And so here I am as one. One with me, and one with my soul, in unity with all life on Earth. Devoid of falsehood and living my truth in solace, courage and freedom of thought. It is in this place where I may be uniquely me, where I share in the interconnection of all living things, yet remain sovereign in heart and mind where I am spiritually eternal and free.

Julie Anne

The Duality of Beauty


Earth DualityOur Mother Earth is a great beauty, and when you awaken the Earth’s beauty is so magnified in presence, that it’s almost blinding. However in contrast, this clarity and magnification includes the recognition of a greater density in the shadows and dark corners of the world too.

Julie Anne



The Race to Nowhere

In a perfect world, being in the flow of life would require little effort, other than passion, imagination and creative expression. When creating from passion, life flows with the running waters of presence and purpose, always giving new life to the eternal moment of now. So where do we go wrong when the flow becomes stagnant, to the point of being lost in a thorny mazed thicket? It may be that life has given us a bum steer, or it may just be that we’ve gone off path, chasing a bright and shiny light out yonder.

JugglingI remember my parents telling me about focus, and to concentrate only on what is currently in hand. I was the kinda kid that would ask the question.. “What should I focus on if I’m juggling three balls?” Little did I know at the time, my parents were attempting to teach a valuable life lesson on presence and clarity. Something I would only discover much later in life, through the journey of mazes and valleys of death and plight where unicorns shot poison laced rainbows and serpents hid behind the clouds of heaven.

With so many aspects of life to juggle, it’s not hard to miss the hidden traps and landmines that lay in wait for us to trip up on and fall victim to. And so rather than just a fast winding road to nowhere, welcome to the land of potholes and pitfalls into the unknown.

Life is no race either… nor is anyone unequal to another on the path of learning and evolvement, as my friend Greg Calise writes in his article, “We Are All Equal Here”. Yet if you look at the race between rabbit and turtle, where the turtle mosey’s through the finish line, only to find the rabbit sitting in wait with a winner’s smirk. The rabbit says to the turtle, “Well.. since you were left behind in the dust, I’ve beaten you to the discovery of a whole new world”. To which the turtle replies, “Well.. whilst you railroaded my path at high velocity, leaving me lost in a trail of dust, I have taken my time along the road of danger and plight, to smell the roses along the way and gather the necessary tools to manoeuvre around the new world ahead”.

And so along the slow rocky path, the turtle had learnt that the finish line is merely a crossover into the next stage of discovery that cannot be seen or understood, until the landscape and mystery of this world has first been fully explored, uncovered and realised.

A Turtle's Journey

And so there is no winner on the journey of life, nor will fast tracking take you where you need to go. It is the slow path of hidden corners and landslides, with many diversions and pitfalls along the way that ultimately lead in new directions of discovery.. in life, love and purpose.

And so with the turtle’s journey, rather than being thought of as a lacklustre slow coach, he should rather be considered as Tempered Warrior! With a shell made of near steel to shelter him from weariness and rain, he cannot be lured into the lion’s den, nor does he have speed to jump from frying pan to the fire, with time for pause before action. His cumbersome and protective home that shares his journey, may  perilously take him on landslides of death, yet it may also lead him to nourishment that may only come from the waters below where the fallen path has taken him. I think we could learn much from the turtle, in presence, determination and steadfast will.

Yet it would seem that the path of the rabbit is the cultured meme of the day. Where nothing gets noticed along the way, with the finish line being the focus. “Win, win, win.. I must get there first and win!”, says the rabbit. And so at 100 mph, without thought or consideration for potholes and landmines ahead, off the rabbit bolts to the finish line where he passes the turtle, tiptoes around the Lion and races through the daisies, over a rickety bridge to a shining oasis of greenery.


And so also in life we meet many a lion, and unlike the rabbit we may stop and say, “Hi, may I stay for a while?” And in noticing bared teeth, “Thank you for the tea, but I must be on my way”. And into the maze we go, like the turtle who mosey’s into the dark of night with shadows all around and no finish line in sight. Yet the turtle has learnt that although a ferocious predator, the lion is also a fierce reminder of other potential dangers that lurk and lay ahead. The rabbit could not have learnt this in his dust spinning rush, and so victim he may fall to the many potholes in wait that lay immune to the speed as he fleds.

Lion's den

I’ve met many a lion on the path, as well as a fox or two. A giant, a bear with sharp teeth, a few snakes in the grass and reindeer too. I also met a unicorn once, with rainbows of glitter and bright. And it was here that I stayed too long, in the hypnosis of sugar and light. It was here that I found it hardest to leave, as this was truly the life of dreams in comfort, herd and temporary home.


Yet within the boundaries of the forest, I could see temples of light and waterfalls of long, seeking curiosity like a Pandora’s Box. And so through the tulips of light I danced, over daisies and sunflowers of love, into a world of mysterious wonder.. of ancient rule and chambers of sombre. Many a trick was learnt, through magick and the silence of prayer. And it was here that I found my bed, yet unmade it lay and bare. Ready for me to pack up and cross the river ahead.

Pandora's Box

So as the turtle seeks its path along the road of rocks and falls, I too trekked my way over mountains that bared landmines and hidden lairs. Yet the surrounds of landscaped beauty that is our Mother Earth, and the bees and flowing waters that held my path in check, kept me grounded in my pain and oblivious to flights of fancy in a world filled with oasis’ of bright shiny lights.

And so it is between tortoise and hare, life becomes a race of first and next. The first to discover and the first to ascend into a new world of more shining lights and nets. Yet it is only in the eternal moment of the present, in hinder and cumbersome tide, where we may gather the tools we need to survive on a new leg of the journey ahead, and into another world of hidden plight.

It is only here that one may find truth and presence, in the detail of life whilst mindful of the perils at hand and remaining grounded in the beauty of Earth. For racing past all that is present, only leads to a false finish of illusion and stagnated life lacking purpose.

Julie Anne