Isn’t it indeed a wondrous moment dear friends when you open your post box and it reveals not another bill but a surprise,—
a letter, a card, or a package tied with string.
This was once our default you know? In the ‘good auld’ days. Before pixels replaced paper, before emojis became the sole language of love and longing, there existed an act of sacred effort. To write by hand—to craft each word with intent, to choose stationery like a poet selects verse—this was not merely communication; it was an offering.
Putting ink to paper, heart a flutter whilst sealing the envelope—the weight of words and feelings passing through them. Then, a journey began.
A walk to the post office in the morning light, coins clinking as stamps were bought—a physical act of love made tangible.
And didn’t i myself dear friends recently have the very good fortune to receive one of those joyous moments in the form of a package tied with string. What a delight it was, and within, a most beautiful book from a dear old friend titled: ‘There’s No Such Place As Far Away’ by Richard Bach.
From this beautiful and wondrous work of prose i would like to delve into a passage that for me anyway, transcends the illusions of linear time and material limitations—one that invites us to reconsider our very origin and destiny.
Words dear friends, that are not merely philosophical musings but a reminder of an ancient wisdom:
We were never born; we do not die.
Instead, we participate in an unending journey of consciousness through form—a cosmic adventure where separation is an illusion and every soul a fellow traveler.
And so dear friends, without further ado, from the pen of Richard Bach—authority on the boundless potential of human perception—we read:
This beautifully, poetic passage jumped off the page at me, i instantly embraced its resonance. It is not nihilism or denial of individuality—it is liberation from the chains of fear-based conditioning.
Consider for a moment the implications of this wondrous passage:
If we have no beginning, then death becomes a transition—a shedding of one form to resume another.
Birthdays are arbitrary milestones in a system of measure, not markers of creation. We did not emerge into existence; we recalled it.
The human experience is less a linear progression than a spiral dance—an eternal return to wisdom through countless iterations.
Bach’s words echo the hermetic principle: “As above, so below.” If we are fellow-adventurers with those we call family, then our relationships are not hierarchical but symbiotic,
—each soul contributing to a shared awakening.
The illusion of separation dear friends is perpetuated by systems designed to keep us in ignorance: governments that demand obedience, corporations that sell sickness as health, and institutions that teach division rather than unity.
But what does this mean for now—for the here-and-now reality we perceive? It means that every moment is a choice.
Are you bound by the lies of scarcity, or do you recognize yourself as an infinite being, free to shape your experience?
Are you waiting for permission from authorities who themselves are lost in illusion, or are you claiming sovereignty over your mind and body?
The journey Bach describes dear friends is not just about understanding—it’s about doing.
If we have always lived, then every action, every thought, every word holds eternal consequence.
The choices we make today ripple through time because there is no such place as far away. We are the architects of our experience.
So how do we navigate this reality? How do we break free from the programming that tells us we are limited?
Start by observing the patterns around you. Who benefits from keeping humanity asleep? Why is real knowledge—knowledge of natural health, consciousness, and true history—suppressed?
The systems that are designed to control us, rely on fear—the fear of death, the fear of scarcity, the fear of the unknown.
But if we are eternal beings on a bright journey, then fear has no power over us. We are not victims; we are co-creators.
This wee excursion is an invitation—an awakening call—to remember who you truly are. You did not come here to be a slave to systems that profit from your suffering.
You came here to explore, to learn, and to become.
Your birthday was never recorded because it does not exist in the way you’ve been taught. You were born already—eternal, free, and boundless.
Upon this journey dear friends, we are not alone. The universe is conscious; consciousness is all there is.
And so, fellow-adventurers, what will be your next bright step reclaiming your timeless existence?