Juliet Castle collaborates with visual artist, Jaye gray, to produce Soul Revolutionary Literature – artistic, poetic and spirited work, sourced from Truth, which entices the conscious, subconscious and superconscious mind in to progressive awareness. The Silent Partner And Other Stories Of Truth is their new book.
Juliet Castle
Everything I say is trued. I’d feel lopsided, otherwise. Like my spine became spineless. The more I tell the truth, the more what I say comes true.
Bravery has been forced upon me. Tragedy followed me through my life. I never looked back to see it there, but when its stalking became like an enemy, I felt forced to meet it head on. Befriended it. And ended it.
I began in humble beginnings and plan to end that way. As a child, I only wanted to live in the essence of deeper things. What makes the wind move, what brings the sun’s heat, what drives the laughter that comes bursting out of my mouth? That connection is also the only thing I want to take with me when I leave the world.
The Wind reminds me to be graceful. Regardless if bad or good things happen, neither moves me. Only I move me, and there is only one direction I move. Forward. I take the most direct route through, regardless of obstacles, and seek understanding there. I’ve taken many detours in my past to only learn of their unimportance.
My cat is a solitary, independent, alley cat. She swaggers her fine, elderly frame as a lioness crossing the savannah. Entering the neighbour’s home through the front door, she hisses down their 10 youthful cats to command respect, and eats the food in their bowls. Then she stays out late catching the moonlight. When she returns home, she curls up for hours on her meditation pillow in the bat cave in the loft. It is said, cats assume the characteristics of their human companions. I’m a Leo.
I live by my intuition. I don’t know what I’m going to do or why. This doesn’t stop me from doing anything. Contrarily, so. Inside, there is an ever present feeling of peace that resides with me. When I need to know something, I trust it will come to me. It does. There is rhythm in this self-reliance. If I’m out of sync with my intuition, life gets jagged.
Plant, animal, mineral, everything speaks, so I listen. I am more interested in everything else than I am in myself. There is an interconnectedness that I observe between people, nature, and beyond, that expresses itself through symbolism into the state of the world. This is as poetry ~ subtle, airy, communicative, and dream-like. Yet, it beckons of a sustaining reality. I feel belonging here.
I am highly intrigued and passionately in love with the unknown. I adore a compelling mystery and none surpasses that of the great unknown.
I don’t believe anything. I’ve dismantled my beliefs to create my own knowing. I don’t apply what I read or hear until I validate it through my own experience. As a self-induced scientist and yogi, I run experiments in my life to prove what is true and verify them within my spiritual practice.
People think I’m serious. I think that is very funny.
