Consciousness and Hope

CONSCIOUSNESS:
Consider the ocean as universal consciousness. I am part of that consciousness. As part of that individualism, I have individual abilities: to see, to hear, to taste, to feel and to smell. God, who has granted me that individuality within His ‘ocean’ and, because of His love for me, has added and additional feature to that individuality: awareness and learning ability: a great tool by which I might advance myself and consciousness (the ocean) as a whole.

Consider this tool as a stick. I can dip it into the ocean and disturb the otherwise ‘calmness’ of the ocean (consciousness). I can be artistic. I can create tiny ripples whose waves barely make it out more than a few feet, or I can really stir up the ocean and make giant waves whose ripples will travel for endless miles. I can make calm waves: gentle waves that ease and sooth troubled waters. I can be creative. In short, God has given me the ability, with my ‘magic’ stick, to create whatever I want in His ocean of consciousness.

Today, my ‘stick’ — my consciousness, has given me hope. Hope I can, with my ‘magic stick,’ I can bring about whatever I wish to create.

About Albert Schindler

I was born on the 27th of February, 1931, on a farm near Hubbard, Saskatchewan. As far back as I can remember I had a spirit that would not stay earthbound. In junior high, I remember taking first place for a short story in which I described my terrifying encounter with a dinosaur. In outer space – that is, when the teacher wasn’t directly speaking to me, I went where Buck Rogers wouldn’t dare go. I was more of a Calvin in Calvin and Hobbes type of guy, with my own, personal, very powerful, transmogrifyer always at the ready. In my ‘teens and twenties, I pushed aside my Calvin alter ego in favour of making a living and didn’t take seriously again my ‘writer’s bug’ until my late 30s. I still saw that the world as full of exciting things to learn and investigate, which my writing reflected in the several articles and a couple of short fiction pieces that I wrote and sold, including over 30 children’s radio plays for Alberta’s ACCESS Radio. Unfortunately, I abandoned my budding writing career in favour of starting my own business as a sign painter. Now that I can officially call myself ‘retired,’ I plan to resume my writing career, only this time, writing mostly fiction. Why fiction? I have lead a great, adventurous life in which I made many mistakes (the ‘adventure’ in life), that have taught me some very important lessons and allowed my spirit to grow to unimaginable proportions, inconceivable to me while still in my thirties. In fiction, I believe, one can adventure into both the inner and outer consciousness of man and the universe to infinite levels where only the boldest dare peak. Convention holds that article writing has to be factual – oh, you can be creative in how you present your information, but ‘fact’ (whatever that means) still must have its parameters in article writing, whereas fiction is limited only by the size of a writer’s spirit, and so far, I haven’t been able to fathom my limit.
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