My New Projects
I have recently been officially made a UK and India correspondent for Other World Radio, and I have an interview on 15th May, where I get a 2 hour slot. I will also be covering short NEWS clips for their blog so I am quite excited about all that and have some good material to prepare.
I am hopefully also finished by first book very soon and can’t wait to get that published. Here is the first excerpt….
A Growing Conflict
Great time passed as the giant Yew grew taller. It’s branches grew strong and it’s bark seemed to glisten gold in the dimness of the night. The great Yew weathered and grew older and older for two centuries. Belora’s divinity was being diluted, as there was a growing conflict dormant in the land. The teachings were lost and the old master’s stories were beginning to fade. Until I a young fisherman by the name of Naho, found the truth.
I remember the first sight of this tree. It became my sheltered fishing spot where I sat as a sense of peace brought me here; I did not catch many fish but I seemed to grow wiser admiring that Yew for some years. It was on a day when I took shelter from the sun under the Yew, the wide branches and the canopy of summer red leaves seeping some warmth onto the ground, onto a bed of leaves. The gentle wind brought an aroma of citrus flowers that blossomed around the spot where I slowly fell asleep. “Five will teach. Five will learn; and five will die” were the words whispered to me in a strange dream as I lay asleep beside that Yew. The voice was of a noble tone, and a tone that I still remember, even until this day.
My eyes suddenly opened as cold rain water rolled down my face, the daylight had become night. The cold wind under the tree flared the rain onto my face and I knew that I was no longer asleep. I moved into a crevasse of the tree to take shelter from the rain, when I caught sight of something gold.
I removed the leaves and earth revealing a large golden case. It was an amazing moment alone, but then something strange happened. When I placed my hands onto the case, the finger like vines that seemed to hold onto it slowly worked loose as though welcoming me to the finding. Astonished, I slowly worked the case loose and then gently slid it out of the crevasse. I brought the case out into the light of the moon whilst feeling some indents. It was no prize winning carp I thought, but I was both afraid and aroused, I quickly washed the earth from the case in the Ives nearby and held the case towards the light. The stamping on the metal spine revealed the words: “keep me safe, thy worthy keeper”.
Fifty years past from this event, and the prophecy passed on from the time of the masters was somewhat reinstated towards the beliefs of the people throughout Belora. The prophecy was simply what I heard that night that five will teach, five will learn; and five will die. Although it was not fully clear to me initially. As my beard whitened I felt that a time will come, a time that will bring five people together – my students, the ones that I will teach, the ones that will learn.