𝓜𝔂 𝓜𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓞𝓯 𝓖𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓽𝓾𝓭𝓮 - Saturday 5 July 2025

Though I did some serious rewiring already, I am starting to see how stuck I have been in that scarcity mindset.

Limiting myself for decades....

Because planning a future feels like a luxury when survival is the focus.

These posts are:

𝒯𝑜 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓂𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝐼 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝓎𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑒𝒻 𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝒷𝓊𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒.
𝒯𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒.
𝒯𝑜 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓃𝑔𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓇𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓇𝒸𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓈𝑒𝓉.
𝒯𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝑜𝓇𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒸𝑒𝓅𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒.

It´s such a perfect day, I´m glad I spent it with me....

Yes, that is how happy I am at this moment with this morning and myself.
Saturday is always a favorite, but today is special, and I am grateful.

Grateful for being able to recognize the funny twists the universe uses to tell me things.

Plus, grateful for being rewarded.

Lots of things to be grateful for today, and the day is only 2.5 hours old.

Today I took the next step.
I let go of the dream.
I entered the matrix.
I turned the dream into a plan.

I committed, and the universe approved.

How do I know that?
It´s simple, you need to learn to read the signs.
That only took me a lifetime, so I am sure it can´t be that hard.

Really, I so feel I got rewarded, and on top of that recognize I got rewarded. Yes, it might all be my higher self rewarding me for a job well done, but does it matter?

This morning, I found myself afloat, and I decided to build myself a boat and sail home.

There I was, a slightly more modern Odysseus, finally going home and knowing it was good. Then that little movie in my mind needed a Soundtrack, and I remembered a song from 30 years ago that would be the perfect fit.

Today's chapter was about sailing home and how time, even for humans, still can be relative....and this soundtrack song had sailing in the title, but I also loved the B Side of the single called Eyes of Time.

That was a hint I did not see at first; what I did see was the name and the confirmation. Because I consider myself a man of a thousand words, and when I typed word number thousand, it was exactly the last word of today´s chapter.

I want to build a refuge, a place to heal after and during the battle called life.

A place of peace after struggle

A return to wholeness

An escape from the broken world

Arthurian mythology said there was such a mystical place, and it was called Avalon.

Avalon was the thousandth word, inspired by a song I never forgot.

How wonderful to see myself as Odysseus, "Sailing Away to Avalon," and knowing that the universe agrees with the plan and the name.

Thank you for making it this far....for those who know me...or better, think they know me, this might have been a WTF moment.

For me, this is a WTF journey, but I finally know my destiny: Avalon.

King Arthur was carried away on a boat to Avalon, where the mists of the world thin and time no longer reigns. To heal, as he was still needed.

Ever since poets and dreamers have chased that myth. I am a poet, a dreamer, a mystic, and a magician. But I will not chase the myth, I will recreate it just as she meant it to be.

Because over all these centuries, Avalon has grown, the word itself holds more power than the eyes of time can see.

In a quiet English village in 1897, a young writer named T.E. Wilburn sat beneath an old oak and scribbled in his journal:

“Avalon is not merely a place, it is the ache of the soul that remembers something purer than this world can offer.”

That line would later appear in his forgotten book Through the Mists, and inspire the chorus of a 1974 folk song by Rowan Shade:

“Sail away, sail away / To the isle where kings still breathe / Avalon, oh Avalon / My heart you never leave.”

Avalon has that power. It clings to language and melody like sea mist to the shore. It has been filled with the whitest of energy for centuries.

The ancient Celtic legend, a sacred island of healing and immortality, shrouded in fog and guarded by priestesses.

Geoffrey of Monmouth wrote in the 12th century that Arthur was taken to Avalon by “nine sisters,” the eldest being Morgana, a sorceress.

To some, Avalon is paradise. To others, a metaphor for death, it might be both.

In 1996, Dutch symphonic metal band Within Temptation released the track Restless, its lyrics evoking a woman waiting for her lover to return from Avalon:

“She is waiting for the night to fall / The darkness to cover her pain / And in dreams she sails to Avalon again.”

Even today, Avalon appears as a vivid symbol of hope after ruin, of wholeness beyond despair.

In a 2004 interview, novelist Marina Haywood, author of Mistbound: The Avalon Cycle, said:

“I wrote the series after a miscarriage. Avalon, for me, became the place where grief and healing met. That myth saved my life.”

Avalon is more than a story.

Avalon is a compass for lost souls, pointing somewhere beyond the chaos of the world, to recovery, to rebirth, and reset.

And like Arthur, those willing will all encounter the boat to take them there.