A Spiritual Journey and Path
Here are my thoughts, experiences and insights gained through life, travel and people. I'll be sharing information about books, places, and people that have had an impact upon my life's journey. Although it's mainly for my friends and family, I would be honored to have anyone read it and share their positive thoughts.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Change, Moving Forward
Change is the only constant in this physical experience; thus, change has occurred with the move to a new Blog. From this point forward I'll be posting on the new Blog, so please visit it to keep track of the adventures, and please feel free to use this Blog as a reference point to see where I've been along this journey. Thank you for visiting.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
The Legal Name Change
A Feeling of Peace
The Adventure Begins
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Tears and Changes
Tears stream, thoughts swirl, and things change as I sit here contemplating the present, past, and future. Although there are physical changes are happening, there are spiritual ones that reach past this physical being and into that of the Universal Consciousness causing life altering and far reaching alterations, not only for myself, but for those involved in my life. Last night the tears rolled as I began reading “Shambhala, The Scared Path of the Warrior” by Chogyam Trungpa. Many years ago I enjoyed a relationship with a man who followed the Shambhala teachings and I was in awe of the way he lived his life. So now I choose to alter the old ways and thoughts and begin following a new path of excellence. Meditation, reading, learning, growing, changing, reaching and becoming something more than myself is required. Perhaps knowing that positive changes are happening should allow for the enjoyment and celebration of the old as it dies. This is the way of the universe, the circle of life, a beginning and an ending of all things.
Recently someone said that I rushed through things, but I didn’t agree with that statement. Another friend clarified it for me by saying that I didn’t fully enjoy the journey and I was always moving onto the next thing before what was happening presently was finished. I realize they are correct, that I haven’t been fully enjoying the present. Thus, it is time to begin to enjoy each moment as it is without thought of what is to come next. Perhaps learning to live more fully in the moment will allow a greater enjoyment of life; which I can only hope for.
At the moment there are things happening in the universe which I will have to take note of and keep in mind while I await their revealing for my life. Perhaps that is what the tears are about, knowing that something greater than I have known is happening. Let the tears roll, let the changes happen, let the enjoyment of life begin, but now completely as Sebastian Barrett St.Troy.
Tuesday, March 09, 2010
The gifted Child
By accident, or was it destiny, he was placed into various roles, although he never sought them. From being selected as one of the High Schools best art students, receiving special honors; to becoming a leader in the Air Force, elected worldwide to create the set designs for the Bob Hope television special with the Air Force in 1987; and other notable, yet seemingly insignificant roles as Christian leader, business owner, and an inspiration and friend to many, he always seemed different from others and couldn’t find a place or people he could call his own. Wondering through life, always feeling alone, he made his marks upon places and people. Curious to find some connection with others, to discover a way to belong with humanity, and all the while knowing he wasn’t part of what existed currently. There was always the knowledge of another time and place in his heart and mind, which kept him apart from this existence. The roaring 20’s, the time of Kings and magic, the slower pace of a time without technology, and a time yet to be known by others of a future where religion didn’t exist and humanity finally discovered the connectedness with all other living things, including the earth.
Laughter ruled, along with strong visual emotions, and a desire to learn (that ever curious nature to test his hands at anything, just to say he tried it) measured the earlier years. Awkwardness, doubt, and fear governed the beginning years. Friendships reigned during the middle years as other worldly child began to fit into the mainstream of society. With a flair and difference that set him apart, weighted by mistakes of the past, he walked alone and into the darkness that ruled the last years. This ever so bright, gifted and remarkable child grew into the depressed, desensitized and untrusting man of today. It is that man that sits alone in the darkness listening to the sounds of the chimes and writes, hoping to reconnect with that lost child of times so seemingly long ago, almost forgotten. Now longing for the departure from this painful existence, he ponders where that loving child has gone. Have the ravages of time, disappointment, and pain caused such an alteration?
Only now has he begun to remember, remembrance usually only through tears of people, places, and things of the past. Remembering the pain inflicted by others, which caused the child to change, along with the heartbreak caused by selfish acts darkened the brightly colored world. The man of today lives alone within his own creative mind, always escaping into the worlds he designs in order to find the joy of being. With every passing day he retreats finding it harder to feel apart of those around him, all the while desiring to be connected. He awakens every morning questioning why he was not allowed to alter his state of being from physical to pure energy, and this only after sleepless evenings. Complimented by others only deepens the rift between being connected and feeling further distanced. Through the darkness some light still shines, but only when rediscovered by retreating into his imaginary world.
The child of yesterday that held so much promise has faded, yet still reaches for more as the man of today longs for release. Release from the personally assigned chains of being so different, from the unforgiving self of past wrongs, and from the increasing difficulties of the present. Will he be remembered and for what? Perhaps that child followed the path in order to discover something, to learn. Now, only perceived time passes while the man of today awaits to be rejoined with the universal consciousness he always felt part of. Please remember him, not for the darkness that currently overwhelms, but for the loving, tender child with a gift for humanity, that gift of creativity and beauty. Forgive him for the mistakes of the past as he struggles to forgive himself.
Excitement and a zest for enjoying life marked most of the child’s life as he experienced everything he could, learning, growing and eventually releasing the constraining ideology of religion and embracing the love and acceptance of the universal consciousness, which freed him from old ways and brought him into new levels of awareness. Assisting people find ways to alter their environments; he passed the days of the last years. Now, he designs buildings through 3D models, gifting them to others on the web. You see, this child isn’t a stranger, he is me.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
The Death of a Dream.
1. a succession of images, thoughts, or emotions passing through the mind during sleep.
2. the sleeping state in which this occurs.
3. an object seen in a dream.
4. an involuntary vision occurring to a person when awake.
5. a vision voluntarily indulged in while awake; daydream; reverie.
6. an aspiration; goal; aim:
7. a wild or vain fancy.
8. something of an unreal beauty, charm, or excellence.
Dreaming has been a part of what makes me who I am. When things were bad in life, I would dream. When things were great in life, I would dream bigger. Some might call it fantasy, but for me it’s dreaming. There are many types of people in the world, and I’m one of the dreamers. Dreaming has the potential for beautiful creations, inspiring others, and the ability to take a person into the darkest depths of despair, at least when the dreaming cannot continue.
My creativity is derived from my dreaming of how things can be, or at least how I believe they should be. Wishing harm to others has never been part of the dreaming, only a strong desire to see people accepting each other, believing in something more than themselves, and hoping that life would find a way to achieve some sense of harmony. Lately the dreams are dying, even the desire to dream has faded.
There once was a family that had a lot of fun together, yes, there were plenty of bad moments; however, overall the family seemed to love and care for each other. That is until one fateful day when things changed. Ever since the bomb of my mother’s marriage to my first cousin (a man not related to her, but younger than my older brother) went off, the family has never been able to find a way to overcome all of the problems that the situation caused. Things progressively moved from bad to horrendous. Now, after multiple attempt of reconciliation, the dream of a family has ended; that is at least for me.
I cannot endure the pain and the trouble of hypocritical people that say they are Christians, yet have no understanding of the principles taught by just the mere acknowledging “I am a Christian” means. There are many reasons I left the Baptist church and tossed Christianity away as some misguided attempt of someone to control the masses and as a plaque upon the world; however, when I see those that proclaim daily, “Thank you, Jesus!,” “Bless God!” and many other such sayings living a life so distant from what their words proclaim. Some may wonder why I appear to be so against a religion that so many believe so strongly about, that is easy, they are blind and when asked to explain what it is they believe they have no real answer, only something that has been taught to them without an understanding of what it is they say they believe in. Besides, only Christianity has actively destroyed cultures, civilizations, and sought to rid of the world of anything that, at least according to their bible, wasn’t correct. Yet, if only they really understood their bible and what it taught, then they would understand they have all been wrong; mainly because they haven’t lived what it teaches.
The time is over for chances to reconcile, now is the time to move forward and let those of the past remain in the past. The name change that was put off for so long is the new dream, as there is no desire to ever be called by the same name of the women who used to be called mother. The new name, one I’ve used legally for years, will now be the only name; the family name forgotten. Now the time for personal healing is to begin with the release of what caused so much pain.
The dream has died, along with so many others associated with it. The death of this dream might just be the death of it all, as there is no desire to keep going, only the desire for it all to end. There isn’t even the desire to try traveling again. It seems that the death of one dream has made the rest of them disappear forever. Even the idea, that anyone other than my father, might benefit from all of the things I have paid for, worked for, or have enjoyed causes such anger that I fear what a Bi-polar depression might bring about. Only the thoughts of how to remove everything from here, even if it means that at some point it all just goes away. I would prefer to see a stranger benefit than anyone of my family.
Some might see the anger and suggest that I resolve it, however, I believe I shall retain the anger, as for now it is what is giving me the strength and encouragement to do the things that are required now. Beginning with determining where I am going to live, that is if I don’t just pack it all in and set off again to travel. For now, only the mourning for a dream, that shouldn’t have been allowed to exist, dies. Something, that perhaps may be the death of everything.
Monday, February 01, 2010
The Place I call HOME
Wednesday, January 06, 2010
Success with haunted thoughts.
Questions, thoughts, regrets, amazing accomplishments reigned in the past, but now only a lingering desire remain. Growing up wasn’t an easy experience, as I always knew I was extremely different from the other members of my family. Throughout elementary, middle and high school every day was a confirmation of just how different I was, not only from my family, but from just about everyone. It seemed that I lived in a different world, thought differently, acted differently, believed differently, and all the while wondering where did I fit in? During the younger days I just lived life, enjoyed dancing, socializing, and of course way too much romancing. Then things just fell into place, as I wasn’t actively trying to accomplish anything, but there the awards and kudos were. I remember the torturous days of work as we created the sets for the 1987 Bob Hope Flying High Birthday Extravaganza. We worked almost 20 hours a day doing all of the painting, designing, and building. It was all worth it when I met the most incredible man one night when I took a break and went out in San Antonio.
I couldn’t believe this incredible looking man standing in front of me in all white linen, the lines of his ripped muscles elegantly draped, was actually asking me to dance. It was an ego boost for sure, but then he was added to the many others who served just that same purpose. Always desiring to be loved, but never feeling that I could be or even able to return such love only led to being alone. Over the years there were many wonderful men, and as I think about them now I wish I could have done some things differently. Thank you to all of you, the men in my life. Life, it’s that thing that happens while we live.
Living was something I enjoyed, yet because of the feelings of being so different and never feeling that I belonged, the thought of not being here haunted my ever dreaming mind. Now that same haunt is torn by the desire to please the clients who have become such incredible friends. The pull of starting, building, and getting the nursery going has devastated my being to a point that the old haunted thoughts grow ever stronger. It’s ironic in many ways that the one place I ever called home is the one place that now causes so much pain. Growing up here on the farm wasn’t something that brought great joy as I felt I belonged here and my grandmother’s love, support and encouragement fostered a love of gardening, of being myself, and of this place.
The farm has changed, but not for the better. Over the years after my mother forced my grandmother to sign over the land, my mother has allowed her husband to basically trash the farm, filling it with rubbish of old tractors, odds and ends from truck parts, old cars, and together they have treated the land with ill intent. It’s sad for me to be here and see how it has become, especially when I work so hard to improve the few acres where I call home now (not even my own land, but my sister’s, and she nor her family care anything about the land.). My love of this place far exceeds that of any of the others, and I suppose that is why they withhold it from me.
The undesired success of youth is now only a memory while the new desires to build a successful business strain every fiber of my being. Is this what other entrepreneurs go through? The struggle of giving up so much in order to purchase materials, pay the bills and keep the business going. I know from having many other businesses over the years that there are times that making it all work is a struggle, but in the past there always seemed to be some energy behind everything making the success. Now it seems the energy is gone, or is it? I see it when I see my father working with me in the garden or greenhouse, I see it in the continued support of clients, and I see it when everything seems dim a light shines to show the way. Now the struggle is to determine to stay or go, because those haunted thoughts keep raging stronger with each passing day. I know at some point I will welcome the next level of energy (as some of you call death) as I know it is where I belong, back into the universal consciousness with hopes of returning to a world that makes sense. For now, there are the clients who so appreciate my work that I keep going, because it seems that through it all I did find a place to belong, but on my own terms, being who I am – Sebastian or Lynn – maybe that’s why I’m always torn. But alas, I am both men, now with a lingering desire to know love.