Yet Another Guest Author

With Timberwolf HQ reaching larger audiences, I receive comments for many different people from many different parts of the globe. Some of the commentors are very articulate and demonstrate sound knowledge on topics of interest to me. Through commenting and response I develop an relationship with many of my readers. A relationship that sometimes extends to inviting a guest post on a topic. One guest author is Ursula and now I’d like to introduce Michel Renard.

He writes the following about himself:

I am many things, but not labels. Edges blur, knowledge seeps across definitions. Wordsmith, healer, linguist, teacher, campaigner, leader, diplomat. I dabble in metaphysics, creation physics and energetics when I can. I am less interested in what than I am in why, and less in how than I am in when. I am a Libran and an ex-soldier, an unusual combination.

I was never an innocent and soon a warrior, seeking dragons. Then I began my hermit journey, seeking mastery as a magician. My dull cape draped over my mail surcoat, I began to learn that the dragons were actually part of me and to “slay” them I needed to understand and accept the energy they reflected.

I have many friends with psychic gifts but mine are underdeveloped, although I have known of them since I was seven and moreso as a teenager. I remember waking at night, aged seven, to see two dark figures limned in light leaving my room. I was frightened. Little did I know then, but these beings had actually rescued me while I was astral travelling and desperately lost in a distant energetic plane of existence.

But I do have psychic gifts. Most commonly I access these when writing. For me, writing is like a meditation. It isn’t hard work, it is as if I am “given” something pre-existing in another plane. It is “there”, I am merely the channel which brings it to this world.

I love teaching, remedial teaching and counselling. But I try not to tell others how to run their lives. I give them examples and parables from my life which may relate to their circumstances, and let them draw their own lessons as best suits them. Not everyone listens and, of those who listen, not everyone hears. But that is how the moment finds them.

I agree with Ursula about FUN (‘Finding the Unlimited Now’). But as a hermit I listen for, and have a lantern to display, Little Intuitive Gifts of Heart and Thought (LIGHT).

My writing comes mostly from the soul and rarely from my head. As I said, the words are “given to me”, so much so that I often reread what I’ve written with a little surprise that it is my own work. For me, poetry is a transport, directly back to the feelings and moments that birthed them.

While I do not pity critics (I’m not yet that advanced), I find comfort in Oscar Wilde’s assessment of those who claim expertise on statues but have never chastened marble with a mallet.

“A cynic is a man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.”

Enchanté.

Michel

I take great pleasure in introducing new contributors to Timberwolf HQ. Please stop by and have a read of Michel’s post, the first of many I’m sure.