Thanks for being here. Thanks for turning up. Keep doing that and your success, whatever that might be for you, is guaranteed. Not that you will find all the answers here on this page, but that, thank goodness, is not necessary for you to succeed. Because you already have within you what it takes. Some things you already know about and are already well advanced. Others are in potential, already seeded and the others are somewhere in between. So this bit of information is in away the last piece of the puzzle.

You know those big jigsaw puzzles people do on holidays, do people still do those any more, anyway those big jigsaw puzzles where every time you look for the next piece there's a feeling that there is a piece missing. Perhaps it was mfr's mistake or maybe there was a terrorist on the assembly line intent on causing torment it would remove peace during the packaging. Or you find yourself looking around on the floor to see if one has slid off the table onto the floor Will you find yourself looking at the cat and asking," what do you have your mouth."

Then you happen upon it and declare, "I've got it," and start the process all over again.

Well I've got some good news for you–there are no pieces missing, they’re all there. There's no terrorists in the jigsaw puzzle factory. You didn't accidentally dropped a piece of the floor out of sight, unless of course you did, and the cat is quite content with and actually prefers her regular catfood.

How do I know? Well, it was just a matter of time and continuing to turn up in my life. Any questions?

"Thanks for that piece of the puzzle," I hear someone say, "what about the rest." Look on the floor, check that cat… no forget that. The way, or one way, not the one way, I think is to look inside. And I hear someone say,"I did. It's dark and equally in the, even vacuous."

"That's great," I say, "because now we have something to hold onto." In theatre studies, with actors and all that they talk about the need to suspend disbelief so that your imagination can unfurl, unfettered and free to contemplate the unlikely.

I did the opposite. And started the process of suspending my beliefs. I found my disbelief started to unwind all by themselves and that's how I came to realise that I had had a blizzard childhood. It was something that I wanted for along time. I felt, I was going to say I deserved it, I didn't but I thought it was a reasonable thing to ask would want. I didn't really think there was anyone to ask and by then it was too late anyway you would have to approach this thing from an altogether different direction.

You see I grew up in the country, on the magnificent black source of the common mind replying. My father and his brothers with the young wives to parents and some friends I had met through the National Centre of the Lutheran Church decided to build an intentional community there on the Darling Downs. The German Dyas bro was already establishing yourself there with country churches dotted around the fertile farming lambs. I'm looking forward to broad acre farming in that open country the huge skies and leaving behind the relentless toil of the dairy shed. Great sigh of relief after the war years that had the wrong challenges for men who grew up speaking German who were now the food providers of the nation have found themselves in a reserved occupation and exempt actually forbidden from military service along with bakers, doctors and engineers.

We belong to one of the more conservative synods and the struggle between the Conservatives nd the more progressive Lutherans even as, and perhaps because of discussions about the amalgamation of that two major synods have been progressing for some time. I would eventually joined together I was uneasy marriage for some and the process formed three splinter groups.

Well the internal misalignment was Troublesome even kind full, it was joining the outside world it was so destructive of that paradise, that walled garden that got me started in counting my I'm blessings as I say suspension of belief. And crossing no mans land around the garden was painful to many of my friends, painful for my mother, deeply concerning for my father, and deeply incomprehensible to my siblings, uncles, parties and cousins.

So while many people today are driven by the sense of belonging prevent a job, I Lasting soulmate, a bigger this, a bit of that, comparative improvement, I found myself in golf with the nostalgia for what might have been, hey God not fallen asleep at the wheel.

Who wasn't that said," a computer is like an old Testament god, lots of rules and no mercy." When I realise what I was looking for was a new software engineer, one who had the exquisite ability, but when you make a mistake or just randomly, instead of nyewk!! And Olivia an error message, the operating system would flash up cracking really good joke and once you have recovered from the recoil you were in a deliciously altered state, the superlative artificial intelligence of the computer system would go on to say in well modulated times in your 3-D headset," that reminds me of the story…"

Well here I have to tell you that you have been selected, self-selected 30s, to be that software engineer of the operating system that is your consciousness. And it all has to do with storytelling, something with your hardwired for from birth to do, and the unique creative skill of wish can only see the tip of the iceberg with the rest lurking in the diva prices of your mind. I say looting because it can be scary when you go looking for it, but they're inferior so you last year.

As a story geek it's my job to help you suspect your disbelief that recalibrate your self belief to reveal the real you, the One in hiding.

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