As most will be aware each life we inherit, necessitates the fulfillment of a purpose: and its reason...
Life is a voyage of discovery, during which we will - without exception - experience all its many facets... How we react to those elements and the outcome of our words, thoughts and deeds; will no doubt determine whether or not we move on in the next life: or ride the same carousel yet again...

One of the many things we will need to address during those incarnations is...

Where is truth to be found??? Is there a secret source from which such can be drawn on demand, by chance or by order???

Perhaps truth is not a single entity, one that suits all, for all occasions or circumstances... One that fits every criterion the individual is likely to encounter during their journey through life...

Personally, I do not see the truths of life as something than can be passed down from age to age, person to person, teacher to pupil...
For...

Sometimes, if individuals allow their mind to drift on the breezes of intuition, they become aware of flickering images that flash across the horizons of probability: as might the captivating radiance of the Northern Lights…

No two people will ever quite see the same anthology of shapes and colors, which represent a compilation of opportunities that are as individual to the eye of the open mind as patterns seen through a kaleidoscope - or the sculptured metaphors within feathery...

Sometimes a word, phrase or sentence can open up the memory bank and set free, long forgotten incidents.

For instance. At the beginning of the month, a female friend telephoned at some unearthly hour of the morning, shouted ‘White Rabbits’ in me ear, then hung up. For whatever reason, this verbal attack whisked me back to my childhood days.

We’d been living in Wiltshire for several months (I’d be about six-and-a-half years old) when I, in my childlike wisdom, decided...

During my time in the antiques trade, I met and became close friends with, a guy whom we referred to as: Russian Bill… He was a big, powerful looking man, the resemblance to Kaiser Wilhelm I – second to none…
Bill always laid claim to being Russian – not German: although he spoke both languages fluently…

My friend lived in a 7.5 tonne Ford van, which had a Luton top: that part forming the total comfort zone within his property… There was a small gas cooking appliance tucked...