09.10 – got in from walking Jake to school – 40mins, great start, great exercise.

09.15 – sweep up, cleaned up after breakfast – clear the table, put away the fruit, cut some ginger.

‘It’s flu season’ comes to mind. I’m reminded of how all the adds reminding you of your imminent illnesses will be on the way soon. I’d love to see an add that said it’s flu season, dose up on your fresh ginger, get fit, back off the coffee and eat good quality food. I think I’ll create that ad myself…

09.30 ginger crushed, squeezed and knocked back. Ooooweee, it’s powerful stuff especially on an empty stomach. It warms the insides and makes you feel alive. Now top up the pulp with hot water and breathe – Thank you God.

09.33 – “Thank you God”. When all is done, these are the first words out of my mouth, this is what follows the exhale and I’m thankful.

I do and don’t talk about my faith – it’s something I’m sharing more because in all honesty it informs everything I do. From understanding that there are forces/frequencies that can distract you in your life and your quest for your hearts desire and joy and forces/frequencies that are traction towards them. My faith helps me in accepting the unexplainable in the world to harnessing miracles. The art of my life is anchored in faith and the power to create my life I choose, by opening my mind to an understanding of faith on many levels.

How can I not talk about my faith? I have to, to be truly honest about how I live, I have to.

I’m in constant commune with the Divine. My recent conversations have taken a crazy fun direction allowing me to literally stay in my lane.

The notion that life is game is one that I refer to frequently, it helps to keep things in perspective. My early game references were Sonic the Hedgehog or Super Mario. There you are jumping moving levels and grabbing rings or fruit to give you fuel to propel you to the next level and then suddenly your timing is just off and you fall down a gap and your back on the lower level again – so annoying but hey, lets try again.

These games worked really well for a while until I was listening to a podcast/conversation between Steven Bartlett and psychologist Donald Hoffman about the nature of reality – that how I see the world and reality is completely different to how a bat hears the world. Does either experience mean that the other is not real?

Hoffman spoke of being an avatar and how when you are, much like in action games, you never see yourself. You may catch the occasional glimpse of your hand but that’s it.

During this podcast, my brain brought to mind the game ‘grand theft auto’. This, game, is, wild! I’m not a gamer so my knowledge is limited and comes from far too long watching a teenage love play this while I waited for him to finish so we could do something else – anyway. From what I remember, you literally walk through the game/areas/city steeling cars (not the important bit) all the while mad stuff is happening around you. Someone runs past, other characters are fighting, distractions are laid before you everywhere.

This game feels like life, right here! It’s crazy in the world at the moment. At this point I have to mention that for me to have time to reflect and write this piece means that my reality is no where near as horrifying as the wild, sad, madness of others – however this is where I have spawned so this is my reality.

So at 09.00 during my walk and often these days, I’m reminded that I’m playing my game, this is my level and it’s taken years to get here. When you’re truly playing your game and have learnt to recognise the distractions you realise that there is nothing in your way of you taking a step forward on your path.

I used to swim in lanes at the pool at a certain time every week, now that same time no longer has lanes, however with this mentality I still find my lane, play my game and nobody is ever in my way I enjoy the swim just as much if not more.

That which is in my heart determines how I play the game and like dungeons and dragons the ultimate games master is there to help me along the way.

I couldn’t live this creative life without help from the ultimate games master, the Divine maker that I call God. Keeping my heart on the goal means that the line that connects me to the the ultimate creator is straight and taught – not caught around a twig in the way or in a complicated twisted knot. It means I have the best shot of walking through those cities and scenes in the game unhindered on my path to joy – the goal.

My ginger tea is cooler now and I’ve loved this time sharing this thought with whoever reads it and for that, I thank you God.