All sales in HI RESOLUTION (7016 x 9933) DIGITAL format will go to charity.
Minimum price starts at AUD $25.00
Please, contact me for payment & download details at…
crazeedoodles@gmail.com
The worthy charities I donate to are:
WIRES
(Australian Wildlife Rescue)
WORLD VISION
(Ukraine Appeal)
ALLMEP
(Alliance For Middle East Peace)
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My current work in progress
Carole Claude T. Enlightens Us As An
Artist and Storyteller
By Renee Phillips
Carole Claude T. is a multi-talented artist and writer
whose quintessential artistic style embraces her
powerful intuition and her innate talent as an
imaginative storyteller. Her narratives enlighten us and
ignite our sense of childlike wonder and curiosity about
the universe, spirituality, human experience, and nature
Her original drawings are created with colored pencils,
pastels, and a fine black marker pen. All drawings are
created on A4, sketch paper, 8.3” in x
She also offers high res
Gallery
Examples of how different sizes will look
when displayed.
Examples of the different gift ideas on
Society6
The worthy charities I donate to are:
WIRES
(Australian Wildlife Rescue)
WORLD VISION
(Ukraine Appeal)
ALLMEP
(Alliance For Middle East Peace)
All sales in HI RESOLUTION (7016 x 9933)
DIGITAL format will go to charity.
Minimum price starts at AUD $25.00
Please, contact me for payment &
download details at…
crazeedoodles@gmail.com
A3
A4
A2
A1
Carole Claude T. Enlightens Us As An
Artist and Storyteller
By Renee Phillips
Carole Claude T. is a multi-talented artist and writer
whose quintessential artistic style embraces her
powerful intuition and her innate talent as an
imaginative storyteller. Her narratives enlighten us and
ignite our sense of childlike wonder and curiosity about
the universe, spirituality, human experience, and nature
Her original drawings are created with colored pencils,
pastels, and a fine black marker pen. All drawings are
created on A4, sketch paper, 8.3” in x
She also offers high reso
My current work in
progress
Intuitive doodles and their spontaneously recurring themes.
Most often, my drawings seem to be about the built-in courageous heart and innate resilience we can enjoy as beings interconnected to all that is in the Universe. They are also about our cellular connection to Nature.
And, finally, I do my best to make each drawing as
vibrant and subtly meaningful as possible.
At times, I am inspired to draw ‘Woman’ as a spirited
being who joyfully does her thing against a backdrop of
prehistoric fauna and flora.
Elements of ancient spirituality, casual references to our
energy system and allusions to our basic emotions show
up here and there.
My Doodles
CaroleClaude T.
I find it interesting that my current drawing
style has evolved from a one-off ‘vision board’
type of drawing I did back in 2019 while
keeping my 85-year-old mother engaged in
colouring-book activities
The content of that first drawing was sparse.
The human forms were stick figures, and the rendition of objects
was intentionally naive. Once that first drawing was completed in 5
hours spread over two weeks, I felt inspired to try another approach
by allowing shapes to show themselves on the page and test the
possibilities of basic colouring pencils.
When rotated bottom up or sideways, several other-wise
unidentified shapes will come into focus.
Once a Doodler, always a Doodler
Inspired Intention
Whether primary or secondary, one of my intentions is ALWAYS to make potentially scary creatures smile and appear ready to offer support rather than bite or kill, as is the case in Rafting Towards our Rainbow, Mon Arbre and All Eyes On.
Intuitive doodles and their spontaneously recurring
themes.
Most often, my drawings seem to be about the built-in courageous heart and innate resilience we can enjoy as beings interconnected to all that is in the Universe. They are also about our cellular connection to Nature.
And, finally, I do my best to make each drawing as vibrant and
subtly meaningful as possible.
At times, I am inspired to draw ‘Woman’ as a spirited being who
joyfully does her thing against a backdrop of prehistoric fauna
and flora.
Elements of ancient spirituality, casual references to our energy
system and allusions to our basic emotions show up here and
there.
My Doodles
I find it interesting that my current drawing style has evolved
from a one-off ‘vision board’ type of drawing I did back in 2019
while keeping my 85-year-old mother engaged in colouring-
book activities
The content of that first drawing was sparse.
The human forms were stick figures, and the rendition of objects
was intentionally naive. Once that first drawing was completed
in 5 hours spread over two weeks, I felt inspired to try another
approach by allowing shapes to show themselves on the page
and test the possibilities of basic colouring pencils.
When rotated bottom up or sideways, several
other-wise unidentified shapes will come into
focus.
Once a Doodler, always a Doodler
Inspired Intention
Whether primary or secondary, one of my intentions is ALWAYS to make potentially scary creatures smile and appear ready to offer support rather than bite or kill, as is the case in Rafting Towards our Rainbow, Mon Arbre and All Eyes On.
The process
My current drawings are done on A4 (210mmX297mm) sketch paper and take between 15 to 20 hours to develop, though in a stop-start manner- about two hours per session. I see the process as a metaphor for life generated, as it is, through the continuous choices we make throughout the string of nano moments that make up our 3-D reality.Here is why:
Once I decide to draw a couple of specific motifs, the clock starts with the first stroke of the pencil on the page. And then comes the slow but enjoyable and always surprising detailed emergence of each of these motifs as they reveal themselves through the gentle erasing of the first set of markings on the page. I observe the faint outlines that remain and notice where, within those lines, an array of possibilities to explore through more light and tentative pencil work emerge. I repeat the process of rubbing out lightly and observing where new markings might be exploited until, finally, I am satisfied with each motif, as it finally appears on the page. I find it fascinating to see how faint pencil marks suggest a potential shape which is up to me to accept and develop or reject. Isn’t this how we ‘do’ life throughout our day-to-day - one emotion, one reaction, one choice at a time?Current Style
Clearly, but for reasons unbeknownst to me, my art form initially developed a penchant for ancient objects and prehistoric 'life' as central motifs. However, I have never had any particular interest in those topics. Nor for rugged, sparsely treed yet water-fed backdrops where weird, often skeletal little creatures like to frolic..
Since then, prompted by current events or friends’ suggestions, my thoughts have slowly moved me towards more
realistic depictions of life on planet Earth but with an also inexplicable focus on bygone eras.
And always, thank goodness for that, in a quirky/whimsical ‘crazee doodle’ style.
It goes without saying that in its finished form, whether it’s a tree-woman, a
goddess, a dragon or a lion’s head, each ‘featured’ item looks incredibly different
from what I had in mind at the start.
Then, before applying the first layer of colours, I go over every shape, however
large or minuscule it is, with a fine line pen.
Once the first layer of colours is applied, I turn my attention to the background,
which also emerges from mostly rubbed out shapes.
Then comes the unpredictable arrangement of ‘lines and blobs’ that creates the
texture of the background.
It results from sliding a smooth piece of bark, rock, shell or carving under the
page, rubbing over it with a colouring pencil – and mixing it up.
After a while, colour pencils can no longer add extra depth of colour over
previously applied colour and, too soon, what was almost bright enough
becomes dull.
So, I print the drawing to produce a new, pre-coloured base layer ready to receive added depth of colours.
Always on the lookout for more emerging details, before adding the new layers of colour to the print, I outline each
shape again and again with a black pencil or fine marker, depending.
Finally, here and there, I smear dots of watercolour to add more depth and vibrancy to the whole.
Starting from scratch in 2019, with no prior practice or inkling to draw, I
began doodling a stick-figure vision board, my bucket-list for the
decade ahead.
From that moment onwards - and for the best part of the next three
years - I only ever drew in the company of my aging mother to
encourage her to keep colouring, despite the deepening Alzheimer's-
related decline in vision/spatial issues and hand-eye coordination.
One day, I gently challenged my mother to draw the tall palm tree
directly in her line of vision, and, at some point, I was moved to capture
this moment myself. The ‘tree’ (which I later pasted next to the one I
had drawn) on the left-hand side is my mother’s rendition of that one
palm tree.
Our drawing moments always took place on
the balcony of her room in the Aged Care
Centre where she resided. A good cup of
coffee, a shared box of pencils, chitchat on a
loop and Oscar’s antics made us both happy
in these shared moments.
The legacy of such a long string of moments
shared with my mother is that, though she
'transitioned' in July 2023, I still feel
prompted to go on doodling.
Purpose
Two of my mother's dearest wishes were for my doodles to be 'seen' by many-many eyes and for me to give more to charities. Hence the reason for this site mostly dedicated to my doodles. Every $25 download per (high resolution) drawing will go to either of the charities named on the Gallery page. In time, as the demand for downloads grow so will the list of receiving charities. I know that … all the way from the Astral Realm, my mother is encouraging me to keep doodlin’ – no matter what. And I do. Just because I can. Just for the fun of it :-))) Dear Person, I am very grateful for your interest in these drawings :-)) Kind thoughts, CaroleClaude
My Process
The process
My current drawings are done on A4 (210mmX297mm) sketch paper and take between 15 to 20 hours to develop, though in a stop-start manner- about two hours per session. I see the process as a metaphor for life generated, as it is, through the continuous choices we make throughout the string of nano moments that make up our 3-D reality.Here is why:
Once I decide to draw a couple of specific motifs, the clock starts with the first stroke of the pencil on the page. And then comes the slow but enjoyable and always surprising detailed emergence of each of these motifs as they reveal themselves through the gentle erasing of the first set of markings on the page. I observe the faint outlines that remain and notice where, within those lines, an array of possibilities to explore through more light and tentative pencil work emerge. I repeat the process of rubbing out lightly and observing where new markings might be exploited until, finally, I am satisfied with each motif, as it finally appears on the page. I find it fascinating to see how faint pencil marks suggest a potential shape which is up to me to accept and develop or reject. Isn’t this how we ‘do’ life throughout our day-to-day - one emotion, one reaction, one choice at a time?Current Style
Clearly, but for reasons unbeknownst to me, my art form initially developed a penchant for ancient objects and prehistoric 'life' as central motifs. However, I have never had any particular interest in those topics. Nor for rugged, sparsely treed yet water-fed backdrops where weird, often skeletal little creatures like to frolic..
Since then, prompted by current
events or friends’ suggestions, my
thoughts have slowly moved me
towards more realistic depictions of
life on planet Earth but with an also
inexplicable focus on bygone eras.
And always, thank goodness for
that, in a quirky/whimsical ‘crazee
doodle’ style.
It goes without saying that
in its finished form, whether
it’s a tree-woman, a
goddess, a dragon or a lion’s
head, each ‘featured’ item
looks incredibly different
from what I had in mind at
the start.
Then, before applying the
first layer of colours, I go
over every shape, however
large or minuscule it is, with
a fine line pen.
Once the first layer of
colours is applied, I turn my
attention to the
background, which also
emerges from mostly rubbed out shapes.
Then comes the unpredictable arrangement of ‘lines and blobs’
that creates the texture of the background.
It results from sliding a smooth piece of bark, rock, shell or
carving under the page, rubbing over it with a colouring pencil –
and mixing it up.
After a while, colour pencils can no longer add extra depth of
colour over previously applied colour and, too soon, what was
almost bright enough becomes dull.
So, I print the drawing to produce a new, pre-coloured base
layer ready to receive added depth of colours.
Always on the lookout for more emerging details, before adding
the new layers of colour to the print, I outline each shape again
and again with a black pencil or fine marker, depending.
Finally, here and there, I smear dots of watercolour to add more
depth and vibrancy to the whole.
Starting from scratch in 2019, with no prior practice or inkling to
draw, I began doodling a stick-figure vision board, my bucket-list
for the decade ahead.
From that moment onwards - and for the best part of the next
three years - I only ever drew in the company of my aging mother
to encourage her to keep colouring, despite the deepening
Alzheimer's-related decline in vision/spatial issues and hand-eye
coordination.
One day, I gently challenged my mother to draw the tall palm tree
directly in her line of vision, and, at some point, I was moved to
capture this moment myself. The ‘tree’ (which I later pasted next
to the one I had drawn) on the left-hand side is my mother’s
rendition of that one palm tree.
Our drawing moments always took place on the balcony of her
room in the Aged Care Centre where she resided. A good cup of
coffee, a shared box of pencils, chitchat on a loop and Oscar’s
antics made us both happy in these shared moments.
The legacy of such a long string of moments shared with my
mother is that, though she 'transitioned' in July 2023, I still feel
prompted to go on doodling.
Two of my mother's dearest
wishes were for my doodles
to be 'seen' by many-many
eyes and for me to give
more to charities. Hence the
reason for this site mostly
dedicated to my doodles.
Every $25 download per
(high resolution) drawing
will go to either of the
charities named on the
Gallery page. In time, as the
demand for downloads
grow so will the list of
receiving charities.
I know that … all the way from the Astral Realm, my mother is
encouraging me to keep doodlin’ – no matter what.
And I do.
Just because I can.
Just for the fun of it :-)))
Dear Person, I am very grateful for your interest in these
drawings :-))
Kind thoughts,
CaroleClaude
My Process
Purpose
The
evening
has
already
turned
into
night
in
the
Garden
of
Gethsemane.
Yeshua, dressed
in
his
usual
robe
of
white
cotton,
stands
out
against
the
dense,
dark
mass
of
the
ancient
olive
trees
under
which
he
and
some
of
his
followers
have,
as
was
the
custom,
gathered
before
separating
for
the
night.
Yehudah/Judas
is
by
Yeshua’s
side.
The
others,
seated
on
rocks,
seem
lost
in
thought.
The
sound
of
pebbles
rolling
nearby
momentarily,
once
again,
breaks
the
silence,
but
only
he
seems
to
hear
it.
Yeshua
looks
into
Yehuda’s
eyes
and
nods
imperceptibly.
“You
will
do
it
before
the
hour
passes,
Yehudah.”
The
taller
man
averts
his
eyes.
Yeshua
cups
a
hand
under
his
friend’s
chin
to
force
eye
contact.
“The
moment
is
fast
settling
in
the
shadows.
You
gave
me
your
word.”
Yehudah
grumbles
under
his
breath,
“What
worse
favor
can
a
man
ask
of
his
friend
than
that
to
which
you
bind
me?”
“No
favor
is
greater,
and
no
friend
is
greater
than
the
one
bound
to
the
promise
I
extracted
from
you.”
Yeshua
sighs
quietly.
“Accept
that
such
is
my
mitzvah
to
you.
Do
what
needs
to
be
done,
my
friend.
Know
that
you
make
my
burden
lighter.”
Henods
towards
the
trees
where
the
danger
lies
in
wait.
“Think
of
me
as
the
slave
who
sacrifices
his
life
to
obey
the
wish
of
his
beloved
Master
for
it
is
from
Adonai,
our
one
and
only
God,
from
whence
comes
the
suffering
that
awaits
me.”
Pensively,
he
twists
an
earlock
around
his
index
finger.
“No
matter
how
the
situation
evolves
in
days
to
come,
know
that
I
am
not
worth
a
shekel
more
than
the
weakest
of
slaves.”
Before
Yehudah
can
reply,
Yeshua
turns
away
to
call
the
others
closer.
They
look
at
him
expectantly.
"I
say
to
you
that
one
of
you
will
betray
Me,”
he
announces
solemnly.
“Surely
not
I,
Lord?'
exclaims
one
of
the
men
gathered
in
front
of
him.
“The
Son
of
Man
is
to
go,”
he
replies,
“just
as
it
is
written
of
Him.
More
inwardly
agitated
than
he
had
anticipated,
Yeshua
speaks
cryptically.
His
tone
worries
the
men
more
than
his
words,
which
they
do
not
fully
grasp.
In the branches above, an owl begins her nightly call. “Speak words we understand, Yeshua,” urges Shimon. Yeshua furrows his brow in concentration. Long fingers weav
My Writings
Courage comes from
our willingness to trust
and be humble little
bling mice in a maze. No
idea in which direction lie the
covered morsels of cheese. No
idea behind which are hidden
the punishing electrical
pulses.
A fantasy fairytale
minus the fairy.
Proceed with caution.
(13 pages)
People need to
understand that life is
not about what they
wish to see happen. Life is
what actually does HAPPEN ,
moment by moment. Every
catalyst, regardless of its
nature, is an invitation to
finalize a debt. If the person
feels unable to honor it – that’s
the end of the journey.
CaroleClaude T.
Written along the lines
of a spiritual Tao tale,
'Awakening' is a
metaphor for accepting What-
Is and not letting the ego-
persona drag us into her
favourite game of What-Ifs.
It is a metaphor for being
present in the moment..
(13 pages)
A novella focusing on
the last 24 hours of
Yeshua's life, from the
moment of his arrest
in Gethsemane, to after his
crucifixion and entombment
in the burial chambers of
Yosef of Arimathea.
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(89 pages)
Moomba, loved by all,
finds herself in the
deepest peril.
(4 pages)
Where my writing passion currently lies
For me, beyond stepping up to matters relevant to my day-to-day with my best paw forward, a wishful redesign of ‘the
next moment’ begins with an awareness of the spiritual world that governs all aspects of life on Earth.
The filters through which random questions and thoughts drift in
and out of my awareness are not of a theological nature. Instead,
they stem from an attitude to life that I have fostered through the
ten years of mentoring under Yudit Cohen-Shoore, my Jewish/Israeli
teacher who lived in Jerusalem.
The wider consciousness that ensued is constantly challenged – and
reviewed.
Accordingly, my writings are simply intended as an active reflection
on the mindset and behaviours that, frequently through flurries of
reactive impulses, have propelled ancient and modern humanity
onwards - just as our cultivated mindset pushes us via our ego-
persona through the content of this day, today, and every day.
Having said that, I believe it is appropriate to refer, here, to lines from
George Elliot I found one afternoon, while randomly flipping
through piles of books stacked in a second-hand shop. Though I
don’t remember the title of the book, I clearly remember reading that, in regard to all she considered as her best
writing, George Eliot had been aware of whispers from “not herself” which took possession of her thoughts.
In such instances, she felt her physical persona was merely the instrument through which a creative spirit was guiding
her writing.
When it comes to my own ‘whisperer’, my muse, the source of my inspiration, the one who has infused my mind with
the many thoughts now bound into the cover of Stepping Stones To the Top Of The World – and in my sketch book - I
have no doubt that her name is Soul.
The
evening
has
already
turned
into
night
in
the
Garden
of
Gethsemane.
Yeshua, dressed
in
his
usual
robe
of
white
cotton,
stands
out
against
the
dense,
dark
mass
of
the
ancient
olive
trees
under
which
he
and
some
of
his
followers
have,
as
was
the
custom,
gathered
before
separating
for
the
night.
Yehudah/Judas
is
by
Yeshua’s
side.
The
others,
seated
on
rocks,
seem
lost
in
thought.
The
sound
of
pebbles
rolling
nearby
momentarily,
once
again,
breaks
the
silence,
but
only
he
seems
to
hear
it.
Yeshua
looks
into
Yehuda’s
eyes
and
nods
imperceptibly.
“You
will
do
it
before
the
hour
passes,
Yehudah.”
The
taller
man
averts
his
eyes.
Yeshua
cups
a
hand
under
his
friend’s
chin
to
force
eye
contact.
“The
moment
is
fast
settling
in
the
shadows.
You
gave
me
your
word.”
Yehudah
grumbles
under
his
breath,
“What
worse
favor
can
a
man
ask
of
his
friend
than
that
to
which
you
bind
me?”
“No
favor
is
greater,
and
no
friend
is
greater
than
the
one
bound
to
the
promise
I
extracted
from
you.”
Yeshua
sighs
quietly.
“Accept
that
such
is
my
mitzvah
to
you.
Do
what
needs
to
be
done,
my
friend.
Know
that
you
make
my
burden
lighter.”
Henods
towards
the
trees
where
the
danger
lies
in
wait.
“Think
of
me
as
the
slave
who
sacrifices
his
life
to
obey
the
wish
of
his
beloved
Master
for
it
is
from
Adonai,
our
one
and
only
God,
from
whence
comes
the
suffering
that
awaits
me.”
Pensively,
he
twists
an
earlock
around
his
index
finger.
“No
matter
how
the
situation
evolves
in
days
to
come,
know
that
I
am
not
worth
a
shekel
more
than
the
weakest
of
slaves.”
Before
Yehudah
can
reply,
Yeshua
turns
away
to
call
the
others
closer.
They
look
at
him
expectantly.
"I
say
to
you
that
one
of
you
will
betray
Me,”
he
announces
solemnly.
“Surely
not
I,
Lord?'
exclaims
one
of
the
men
gathered
in
front
of
him.
“The
Son
of
Man
is
to
go,”
he
replies,
“just
as
it
is
written
of
Him.
More
inwardly
agitated
than
he
had
anticipated,
Yeshua
speaks
cryptically.
His
tone
worries
the
men
more
than
his
words,
which
they
do
not
fully
grasp.
In the branches above, an owl begins her nightly call. “Speak words we understand, Yeshua,” urges Shimon. Yeshua furrows his brow in concentration. Long fingers weav
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coherence.
A small butterfly has
grown tired of her
familiar surroundings
in a flowery forest.
One misty morning, she
decides to leave her comfort
zone in search of adventure.
(13 pages)
What is the best we
can do to show up as
the version of
ourselves, intended to
add to our generation.
Whether you read this text in
2023 or in 2043, I hope it will
be a colourful proliferation of
mind-based challenges.
The
evening
has
already
turned
into
night
in
the
Garden
of
Gethsemane.
Yeshua, dressed
in
his
usual
robe
of
white
cotton,
stands
out
against
the
dense,
dark
mass
of
the
ancient
olive
trees
under
which
he
and
some
of
his
followers
have,
as
was
the
custom,
gathered
before
separating
for
the
night.
Yehudah/Judas
is
by
Yeshua’s
side.
The
others,
seated
on
rocks,
seem
lost
in
thought.
The
sound
of
pebbles
rolling
nearby
momentarily,
once
again,
breaks
the
silence,
but
only
he
seems
to
hear
it.
Yeshua
looks
into
Yehuda’s
eyes
and
nods
imperceptibly.
“You
will
do
it
before
the
hour
passes,
Yehudah.”
The
taller
man
averts
his
eyes.
Yeshua
cups
a
hand
under
his
friend’s
chin
to
force
eye
contact.
“The
moment
is
fast
settling
in
the
shadows.
You
gave
me
your
word.”
Yehudah
grumbles
under
his
breath,
“What
worse
favor
can
a
man
ask
of
his
friend
than
that
to
which
you
bind
me?”
“No
favor
is
greater,
and
no
friend
is
greater
than
the
one
bound
to
the
promise
I
extracted
from
you.”
Yeshua
sighs
quietly.
“Accept
that
such
is
my
mitzvah
to
you.
Do
what
needs
to
be
done,
my
friend.
Know
that
you
make
my
burden
lighter.”
Henods
towards
the
trees
where
the
danger
lies
in
wait.
“Think
of
me
as
the
slave
who
sacrifices
his
life
to
obey
the
wish
of
his
beloved
Master
for
it
is
from
Adonai,
our
one
and
only
God,
from
whence
comes
the
suffering
that
awaits
me.”
Pensively,
he
twists
an
earlock
around
his
index
finger.
“No
matter
how
the
situation
evolves
in
days
to
come,
know
that
I
am
not
worth
a
shekel
more
than
the
weakest
of
slaves.”
Before
Yehudah
can
reply,
Yeshua
turns
away
to
call
the
others
closer.
They
look
at
him
expectantly.
"I
say
to
you
that
one
of
you
will
betray
Me,”
he
announces
solemnly.
“Surely
not
I,
Lord?'
exclaims
one
of
the
men
gathered
in
front
of
him.
“The
Son
of
Man
is
to
go,”
he
replies,
“just
as
it
is
written
of
Him.
More
inwardly
agitated
than
he
had
anticipated,
Yeshua
speaks
cryptically.
His
tone
worries
the
men
more
than
his
words,
which
they
do
not
fully
grasp.
In the branches above, an owl begins her nightly call. “Speak words we understand, Yeshua,” urges Shimon. Yeshua furrows his brow in concentration. Long fingers weav
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Warriors, We Are
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Background
3
Corona
4
Caught Between
5
Evolution vs Adaptation
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When There Is Nothing
7
Alone With Them And With Ourselves
8
Like the Lotus
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Are We Having Fun Yet?
10
Coming of Age
11
Our Best
The
evening
has
already
turned
into
night
in
the
Garden
of
Gethsemane.
Yeshua, dressed
in
his
usual
robe
of
white
cotton,
stands
out
against
the
dense,
dark
mass
of
the
ancient
olive
trees
under
which
he
and
some
of
his
followers
have,
as
was
the
custom,
gathered
before
separating
for
the
night.
Yehudah/Judas
is
by
Yeshua’s
side.
The
others,
seated
on
rocks,
seem
lost
in
thought.
The
sound
of
pebbles
rolling
nearby
momentarily,
once
again,
breaks
the
silence,
but
only
he
seems
to
hear
it.
Yeshua
looks
into
Yehuda’s
eyes
and
nods
imperceptibly.
“You
will
do
it
before
the
hour
passes,
Yehudah.”
The
taller
man
averts
his
eyes.
Yeshua
cups
a
hand
under
his
friend’s
chin
to
force
eye
contact.
“The
moment
is
fast
settling
in
the
shadows.
You
gave
me
your
word.”
Yehudah
grumbles
under
his
breath,
“What
worse
favor
can
a
man
ask
of
his
friend
than
that
to
which
you
bind
me?”
“No
favor
is
greater,
and
no
friend
is
greater
than
the
one
bound
to
the
promise
I
extracted
from
you.”
Yeshua
sighs
quietly.
“Accept
that
such
is
my
mitzvah
to
you.
Do
what
needs
to
be
done,
my
friend.
Know
that
you
make
my
burden
lighter.”
Henods
towards
the
trees
where
the
danger
lies
in
wait.
“Think
of
me
as
the
slave
who
sacrifices
his
life
to
obey
the
wish
of
his
beloved
Master
for
it
is
from
Adonai,
our
one
and
only
God,
from
whence
comes
the
suffering
that
awaits
me.”
Pensively,
he
twists
an
earlock
around
his
index
finger.
“No
matter
how
the
situation
evolves
in
days
to
come,
know
that
I
am
not
worth
a
shekel
more
than
the
weakest
of
slaves.”
Before
Yehudah
can
reply,
Yeshua
turns
away
to
call
the
others
closer.
They
look
at
him
expectantly.
"I
say
to
you
that
one
of
you
will
betray
Me,”
he
announces
solemnly.
“Surely
not
I,
Lord?'
exclaims
one
of
the
men
gathered
in
front
of
him.
“The
Son
of
Man
is
to
go,”
he
replies,
“just
as
it
is
written
of
Him.
More
inwardly
agitated
than
he
had
anticipated,
Yeshua
speaks
cryptically.
His
tone
worries
the
men
more
than
his
words,
which
they
do
not
fully
grasp.
In
the
branches
above,
an
owl
begins
her
nightly
call.
“Speak
words
we
understand,
Yeshua,”
urges
Shimon.
Yeshua
furrows
his
brow
in
concentration.
Long
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Courage comes from
our willingness to
trust and be humble
little bling mice in a
maze. No idea in
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the covered morsels
of cheese. No idea
behind which are
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punishing electrical
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A fantasy fairytale
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Proceed with caution.
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People need to
understand that life is
not about what they
wish to see happen. Life is
what actually does HAPPEN ,
moment by moment. Every
catalyst, regardless of its
nature, is an invitation to
finalize a debt. If the person
feels unable to honor it – that’s
the end of the journey.
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of a spiritual Tao tale,
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persona drag us into her
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A novella focusing on
the last 24 hours of
Yeshua's life, from the
moment of his arrest
in Gethsemane, to after his
crucifixion and entombment
in the burial chambers of
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Where my writing passion currently lies
For me, beyond stepping up to matters relevant to my day-to-day
with my best paw forward, a wishful redesign of ‘the next
moment’ begins with an awareness of the spiritual world that
governs all aspects of life on Earth.
The filters through which random questions and thoughts drift in
and out of my awareness are not of a theological nature. Instead,
they stem from an attitude to life that I have fostered through
the ten years of mentoring under Yudit Cohen-Shoore, my
Jewish/Israeli teacher who lived in Jerusalem.
The wider consciousness that ensued is constantly challenged –
and reviewed.
Accordingly, my writings are simply intended as an active
reflection on the mindset and behaviours that, frequently
through flurries of reactive impulses, have propelled ancient and
modern humanity onwards - just as our cultivated mindset
pushes us via our ego-persona through the content of this day,
today, and every day.
Having said that, I believe it is appropriate to refer, here, to lines
from George Elliot I found one afternoon, while randomly
flipping through piles of books stacked in a second-hand shop.
Though I don’t remember the title of the book, I clearly
remember reading that, in regard to all she considered as her
best writing, George Eliot had been aware of whispers from “not
herself” which took possession of her thoughts.
In such instances, she felt her physical persona was merely the
instrument through which a creative spirit was guiding her
writing.
When it comes to my own ‘whisperer’, my muse, the source of
my inspiration, the one who has infused my mind with the many
thoughts now bound into the cover of Stepping Stones To the
Top Of The World – and in my sketch book - I have no doubt that
her name is Soul.
JERUSALEM 2007
For me, writing is about the reader and I silently
communicating with each other.
A small butterfly has
grown tired of her
familiar surroundings
in a flowery forest.
One misty morning, she
decides to leave her comfort
zone in search of adventure.
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What is the best we
can do to show up as
the version of
ourselves, intended to
add to our generation.
Whether you read this text in
2023 or in 2043, I hope it will
be a colourful proliferation of
mind-based challenges.
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Warriors, We Are
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Corona
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Caught Between
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Evolution vs Adaptation
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When There Is Nothing
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Alone With Them And With Ourselves
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Like the Lotus
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Are We Having Fun Yet?
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Coming of Age
10
Our Best
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With expertise in web design, Chris creates functional and visually
appealing websites for individuals and small business.
He is also skilled in diagnosing and resolving hardware and
software issues, ensuring optimal performance for clients'
computers.
For website development and PC repair services, contact Chris
Mumby at 3278 9540.
Chris Mumby, based in Forest Lake, QLD, specialises in
website development and PC repair services.
With expertise in web design, Chris creates functional and
visually appealing websites for individuals and small
business.
He is also skilled in diagnosing and resolving hardware and
software issues, ensuring optimal performance for clients'
computers.
For website development and PC repair services, contact
Chris Mumby at 3278 9540.
