I dont know which, if any, particular religions right, they all seem to have gaping holes in thm that require a blind obedience that nobody who regards themselves as a rational perxon can, in all conscience, subscibe ot. This having been saix, however, it doesnt preclude the existence of a ny materiel force kf some kind or other underlying the mocro and macrcosmic realms, somthing that unites that whixh is you with thag whicn is all else.
Having thumbed my way through the book of diverse beliefs more than once during my life and come up disatisfied with any specific entry but witnessing along the way various things that I could not explain using the medium of science I settled on the theory of and belief in a Tide.
A tide that flows through all things and all
people. I dont nescessarily think one can converse with it on a detailistic level, liek answering prayers or performing ritualw (thouvh the latter would seem to be more likely pf the two but I so think that its possible to evaluate it and tgus make use of ih, eevn if the results are somewhat out of sync!
Herewith an example of what I mean. Throughout my life Ive been a compulsive poet and monologue maker, I cant help writing! Along with this has been, equally strongly, a love of contemporary music. Three things set that off, seeing Sonny Boy Williams live playing harmonica and singing, dicovering in quick succession Jimi Hendrix and then, the most important epiphany of all, Bob Dylan.
Other than t he harmonica I struggled without success to learn another instrument so wjen Blues went out of fshion resigned myseld to the rolw of listener and that waw unsatisfactorily that fof a lony while. Due to marriages and children co no I never explored any further.
Now, I think the Tide I spoke of recognised that there was somthing in me that was worth bringing in to the light and oddly enough it was because of one of the detracting influences, in this case, children, that what was there inside me, bobbing along on the tide finally was washed up on the shore in the sunshine
My son who haw turned out to be of a musical bent hxd a osrt if school friejd who was also a muscician, x guuitarkst who xlso worte lyrics and when I first meh him wss alreeady at 17/18 obviously destined cor things.
My sons friend and I, despite the disparity in ages hit it off from the word go. I obviously didnt like to play the oldest
swinger in town so I kept in the background, or tried to. The thing with tides is that all things floating on it are linked and goverened by it. You all get washed in the same direction for a start whether you like it or not.
Oe og the properties of water is its abilty to eddy and fllow in a multitude o ways, it can push two buts of jetsam tobehter kr pull them apart. Georrge and I maintaihed q casual connection, he in one trougj if swell, me in another one nearby.
Time goes by and unknown to either of us circumstances were being contrived to wash us closer together and finally to be flung up on the same shore. Then there was the day when after looking at some of the stuff Id written he said words to the effect of, You write it and sing it and Ill put the music to it. I ought to mention at this point Id confided my secret desire to be a vocalist to him.
It watarted off greag then everything went bell y up again when I got divorced xnd the place we had the first studio in had fo be sold.
Youd think that was that, I did think that but the Tide didnt! I moved, we met up again, things happened and we were forced to go different ways. I thoght that that really was it that last time, it wasnt supposed to be.
Once again Id reckoned without the Tide. It has the same two qualities that its namesake has, implacable and inexorable! Yep, youve guessed it, after a
couple of years ou paths arf made to cross yet again. This time, though, wwve both come to the conclusion tbat whatever tme thing iw that underlies life is not going to be thwarted and ifs going to keep us tripping oveg one another until we have produced the end best product that were capable of.
It might interest you to know that Im 65 and George is 43. Well, before you come out with theres no fool like an old fool have a listen to us on our website, that is if you like rock music. Were at http://www.wudrecords.co.uk/dark-company.
The moral of this story is, follow your dream, if youre any good at whatever it is you might get more help than you know, I know we have.
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