Imagination, Inspiration, Motivation Activation I often get ask as to where I find the above traits to do my writing. The first has never been a question that I can truly answer with any conviction. You could give me a topic on any subject, no matter what it is and my brain will start rolling out a scenario and a story will form. I have been very fortunate to lead a very eclectic life, from growing up in a multi cultural neighbourhood, playing in local sporting clubs, to having a work resume that resembles an encyclopedia. But I believe that working as a kids entertainer really helped with the improvisation. It is funny though that as a younger man I was considered a bullshit artist, and now I have evolved into an artist. There is an old adage that you should never let the truth get in the way of a good story, so I have taken that on board as my credo. Though in later life I am discovering through research into my latest novel that truth is actually stranger than fiction, and there are consequences to discovering those truths. Then I get asked about what inspires me to write? When writing my first two books in the "Angel in a Demon's Cloak" series, it was all about the story that had been circling in my head for years. As I had many 'odd' experiences through my life, from spiritual journey's to just seeing some weird stuff that didn't make any sense, it was quite an adrenaline rush to bring those things out of my head and into the material world. It just goes to show that you don't need to be travelling at 100 miles an hour to produce those exciting chemicals in your brain. Though the thoughts in my head are moving at a much more rapid rate than that. Motivation is the hardest trigger to pull. As of late, I have been suffering from a form of fatigue, due to a lack of fitness. Also a summer full of cricket and hot weather hasn't helped my cause at all either. But it is very similar to going to the gym. The first day is always the hardest to walk through the door, but once you get started it becomes an addiction again. Today I bought a new chair to sit at my desk, as my old one had been drained of all it's energy and comfort. Even as I type this post I can feel a spark of fresh inspiration to write all sorts of things, from blogs to articles, poetry to song lyrics and I have even started my Autobiography which I have title "On the road to Success, but my car wouldn't start" Activation is where I get lost from time to time as I get to the end of a project and feel satisfied. To be able to support your dreams yo need to a self promoter and a salesperson as well. Not my forte'. Since being blacklisted by the social networks under their blanket censorship ban of anyone who doesn't promote their narrative, it has definitely made life harder. I would like to take it personally, but I know that their are a lot more talented people out there suffering from the same fate. It's a shame that if you want to promote hate filled rhetoric of politicians, socialist propaganda and the sexualisation of children in leftist media, then that's okay and you will be fed hundreds f thousands of views. But as soon as you speak out against someone who identifies himself as a kitchen door, and you point out that they really aren't a kitchen door, then you are the bad guy. So if you have made it this far, then now you can understand how the truth is so much more fun to play with as it is great deal weirder than fiction. Some strange shit is going on around the world at the moment, and around me as well, but I will try to keep anyone who is interested up to date, and always remember I have never been or ever will be a self harmer. Cheers my friends
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If only I knew what to do? Sometimes we are left wondering if we are actually on our life's path, or have we drifted so far off course that we have forgotten what it is we really want. I have always been an adventurous person and always said 'Yes'. As my life motto is; "That it is better to deal with the consequences than to be left wondering, what if"
Trust me when I say it hasn't very often worked out for me, but it has led me to lead a very eclectic life. I ave never been drawn to money for satisfaction in life, which pisses my kids off no end. Yet I have gone short, though have come very close. I feel a shift coming on and know that time is running out for me to find the successes that I now hunger for, so it might be time to sell everything off and have one last leap of faith. The other times left me battered and bruised, but as they say; "What doesn't kill you....." I am going to send off my movie script to others to take control of, which grates me immensely, but I feel that it is time. As you know I am not much of a blogger, but I will try to keep you all informed of any new experiences that will lead me to my ultimate goal. Cheers. Today I was reminded of this video blog I made when I was writing my first novel. I was visited by some very positive energy that manifested themselves as Orbs. You can see them at the; 2, 3, 6, 9, 31, 36-7, and 44 second marks. Please enjoy the show.. Common Sense Preparation if the World goes Blah!
After recent events of Cyber Attacks worldwide and the threat of possible wars, it is not silly to have some basic common sense preparation. I don't believe there is a need to go overboard, but it is something you can do within your weekly shopping. A couple of extra cans here and and a couple of extra jars there.
When thinking about preparing for hard times, there is two categories you need to contemplate; Survival items, such as food water and ways to cook them. And Tradable items which can be used for bartering. I will go more in depth with these for you later on. Firstly I would like to give you my insight to why it is a good time to prepare. If the internet were to go down, basically the would comes to stand still, and if it were to come down to war then everyone will panic and buy out the stores within a day. So common sense says to slowly start putting some things together now. If we look at estimations from well scholared people, they suggest that in the first month of disaster there will be much anarchy, but in the ensuing months is when starvation sets in and the population will decrease in great numbers. So a little common sense forethought could go a long way. So here are some tips that I am taking, but your decisions are yours, and trust me when I say that I will only share with my family. But now lets get into the practical side. Survival Items: Water is key, whether it be bottled or you get yourself a purifier. BBQ and extra gas bottles, for boiling water. During hard times you won't be cooking much meat unless you kill it. Rice and Dried food, such as lentils, beans, soup mixes and the like. These can be stored in vacuumed sealed jars that you can get at any thrift store. Canned food such as soups, vegetables and anything with a long use by date. Toilet paper (cheap stuff is fine as you won't care in tough times), bandages and disinfectant. Cooking oil, this also a good tradable item as well. Canned fish is a great source of protein and has long storage dates. Two minute noodles and popcorn don't carry much sustenance but are good gut putty. But the thing is not to buy things you like to eat for storage as, well you know why. Also some good camping gear like axes, knives and basic tools. If you want to look further into the future, the seeds are also a good option. Tradable Items: The best tradable are addictive products, that people will be desperate to trade for. Coffee, Tea, Sugar, Salt and Spices. These can all be broken down into smaller quantities to swap for many other things. Cigarettes, Alcohol and Pharmaceuticals. These may bring up ethical issues for some, but if you can stock up on prescription drugs, you will be able to barter well. Fuel is not easy store, but if you have the ability then go for it. Sealable bags will be useful to stock up on as well to separate your items to trade. Now I haven't written this blog to send anyone into a panic, as you will need to remain very calm if it come to a situation where you have to survive. Now in Australia we can't stock up on guns, but carrying a few baseball bats and plenty of big knives could also come in handy. Good Luck everybody..  Dad and I back in 1970 Finding your Roots, Finding Yourself Most people know their family history, some of it may not always be pleasant, but it is intact and gives them the understanding of who they are. Others have a detachment that lingers through their life that gives them a constant wonder of that sliding door. I am one of those people. After watching the movie “Lion” about a young Indian boy who got lost and separated from his family “Saroo Brierley”, it got me thinking about how circumstances in ones life determine their outcomes. How much of our lives are guided by our environment and how many decisions are made from our genetic make up? With so much of our lives being dictated by societal guide lines, such as school, parents and employers. So from watching this movie it got me thinking about my own life, and how much different it may have been if the uncontrollable events may have been different. I have made some very foolish decisions which have created chain reactions, but I am talking about the situations that affect you which have consequences that may not surface till well after the event. What I am saying may seem vague at this point, but this is my story and the feelings I am currently experiencing. At the age of four years old, my father died of a major heart attack when he was only 34. My only recollection of this night was my mother screaming his name in the bathroom which was situated right next to my bedroom. I remember her telling me to go back to sleep and have no memory of any events that followed for about a year. Not the funeral or anything. Only that her parents came over from England to be of support. We had only migrated to Australia two years earlier. My father was a motor mechanic in the navy before we left England, and owned the BP service station across the road from GM Holden in Dandenong. It was a thriving business, which he was setting up to bring the rest of his family over to work with him. Now this is what has got me thinking about the “Sliding Doors”. A year later my mother met a man, who soon became my stepfather. He was a wonderful person, and took myself and my two sisters under his wing as if we his own. He had a daughter who as older than all of us, and a couple of years later my younger brothers were born. He was a simple man, and generated a lot of love, and supported the family using all the skills that he possessed. With a large family, we never went without, but we were brought up to ‘settle’ for what we had and not ask for more. So I now believe this to be an environmental paradigm. My mother never spoke of my birth father as it broke her heart when he passed, and also she felt it would embarrass my step father. It is a stupid English thing I think. But I always had an inner drive to want to achieve greater things, which I have now come to understand that is the genetic downloading. Until recently I never really knew my fathers side of the family, as it was never encouraged by my mother, mainly due to distance and the lack of communication apparatus that we possess today. As a child I followed my environmental guidance, by doing well at school, playing sport and being led astray by my friends, or visa versa. This distracted me from ever wondering about my roots, and as it was never encouraged, it was never an issue. Then as a young man, it was all about chasing women, getting better at the sports I played, alcohol, and experimentation in many other vices. Life seemed to be pretty cruisy, but there was always something missing, something I just wasn’t getting. My passion in my early twenties was playing Australian Rule Football. I was a handy back-man and one a few awards, including a premiership with some of the best friends I have had in my life to this day. I as constantly changing jobs as I have an aversion to authority, but mainly because I just get bored with routine. So here is my first question before we go through my second “Sliding Door” of life. If my father hadn’t of passed, would I have become a mechanic and a businessman like him? My stepfather was a hard worker but had no ambition than settle as a mainstream blue collar employee. Now comes the second “Sliding Door”. After building a reputation at my football club as a reasonable player, in 1990 I injured my knee severely and really couldn’t get back to the standards I had previously set myself. Many at the club drove me to try and get me back into the game, but after a couple of relapses, my heart just wasn’t in it anymore. So I made a conscious decision to myself and said I am going to say ‘yes’ to everything. I wasn’t going pass anything by, even if it set me backwards for a while. I just felt it is better to know than not have a go. I always had a passion to create things, but was never driven by financial or material gain. And to this day still aren’t, as my bank balance will show. “lol” I didn’t really want to put that in there but just felt it was appropriate. So I put my to performing on stage in amateur theatre, stand-up comedy, extra work in movies and TV. Not that I was ever driven to become rich and famous, but mainly because it was just fun. I went to Perth and got involved in the production and promotional side of running comedy rooms and became quite good at it, till my girlfriend at the time wanted to move to the east coast. It was an amazing eight years of living free of any restrictions, and taking thoughts from my head and bringing them into reality. Now for “Sliding Door” number three. Six weeks after arriving in Brisbane, my girlfriend, or should I say now ex-wife, finds out she is pregnant. I am now given the ultimatum to get a ‘real’ job or never get to see my son. At the age of 34, I succumbed to fact that maybe my family clock was ticking. So I gave up all my creative juices to be dried up again working for the man driving buses and trucks. I don’t regret starting a family, as I have three beautiful and wonderful children. But after 10 years of living in the environment that someone else is creating, the genes kicked in again. I needed to take control again, but my ex-wife wasn’t willing to support me, so I had to make the hard decision and do it alone. Now this isn’t a sliding door moment, as it is my control. I didn’t want to do anything that I had already done, because that would defeat the purpose of creating, it would be only re-creating. So I began making videos for You Tube. I developed a few new characters, and began a whole new learning curve of writing, acting, filming, editing, post production and promoting. Now most people will only do one of these tasks, but I had to do them all on my own. And it was all self education, but fun at the same time. In the end it became a little overwhelming. I took one of the characters on stage to see if that passion was still there, but no. Then comes “Sliding Door” number four. After a work place injury, and long drawn out compensation battle which nearly ended in nothingness. I decided to write down a story that I have had in my head for a long time. Rather than become a couch potato because I couldn’t work, it was time for a new venture, a novel. But it wasn’t going to come easy. I sat down at my computer to write and an update box appeared. As I hit the button, my first instinct was, “I shouldn’t have done that.” The next thing I know is that a virus has disable my computer. But I wasn’t going to give that easy and grabbed a handful of copy paper and started writing. In three weeks I had 224 pages and 65,000 words all hand written. Volume 1 of the ‘Angel in a Demon’s Cloak’ was complete. The next book was initially written as a script, which was ‘The Crusty Bus Driver’ and then came volume 2 in the Angel series. And this it where I come to find my roots. After the settlement was finalised, I decided to complete a life long dream and head to Egypt as that is where the scene will be set for volume 3 in the series, but also to head to England to see my fathers side of the family. It was a really bizarre feeling as I left Dubai to head for Heathrow. I had this overwhelming sense that I was heading home, yet I was only two years old when I left. Going through customs, I was harassed by a lady wanting to know why it took me so long to get back there, but the best thing was that my cousin didn’t even know I was coming. The look on his face will be embedded in my memory forever. This trip explained so much about my genetics, as I actually met people who thought like me and acted like me. I found out more about my father in 4 days than what my mother had told me in 40 years. It is amazing how that genetic family connection is so well bonded, even though we don’t really know one another. Yet in a deeper energetic sense we know everything about one another. At 50 years of age I have finally found my roots, and have found people in my life that understand and support my decisions, and not just throw them away as just Marty doing more crazy things. But those “Sliding Doors” We have no control over when they open or close. We have no choice but to move through them and deal with whatever situation that life throws at us. We cannot have regrets, and dwell on what is left behind the door that closes behind us. But we can let our genetics, our lust to rule our own lives and not be dictated by our environment. Find your Roots, find out what naturally drives you, and place your bets on yourself, as I promise you, it will be a winner. NAZI Parking Officers: Is it Revenue raising or Incentive Based Employment  A picture tells a thousand words.
Here is the photo a parking officer took as I am driving down the street, with my right indicator illuminated as I am changing lanes. The narcissistic Nazi ran onto the street to take this picture, not only putting himself in danger, but becoming a hazard for other road users. Brisbane City Council believes this sort of behavior is perfectly fine to send a parking infringement and fine to raise revenue. To give you some insight into the situation, I was doing the community a service by picking up an Uber passenger in a safe "Loading Zone" and momentarily stopped to "load" her into my car and as I was driving off the parking officer ran up the street and onto the road to take this picture and then to send me a fine. Under Queensland legislation this is their website: Common parking finesParking and stopping rules apply at all times unless the signed area lets you know otherwise. You may receive a fine if you commit one of the following offences:
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