So I have once again committed myself to The
King of Kings, Jesus, and have moved out of a very interesting desert
experience. I guess deserts are amazing for a few things, but not good if all
you want to be is famous on a red carpet. Obviously mixing metaphors of deserts
and red carpets will always end in tyranny or something else horrific, but fame
what is fame? I mean, is fame a justifiable enough reason for swapping from a
law degree to a music degree? Perhaps it is because law battles to travel over
borders and music absolutely needs to travel. But is fame a good enough reason
for losing friends and changing as a person? Never. However, if creating art is
part of my calling and it reflects societal values in some way, then why not
let it reach the red carpet after all? This success and fame issue is a long story
including piracy and double-edged swords, but what I will elaborate on is this
seasonal flow idea.
So I ended up kicking a hole in the wall of my
desert because I had finally realized that my man-made house of cards had
fallen down and had double backed and landed on top of me over the weakest part
of the desert floor. This part of the desert floor is comparative to a section of
ocean floor which has had an earthquake visit its region, which then becomes
two tectonic plates either side of the underwater earthquake. Some have likened
these earthquakes and other natural phenomena to the ‘stretch marks and pain experienced
during childbirth – the birth-pangs of pregnancy’. The difference in the desert
earthquake is that there’s less water and its easier for the earth’s gravity to
pull you core-wards into eternal slumber in it’s sandy suffocating depths which
means death (and yes I have thought of ending my life and no, I have never
tried). With not wanting to be enveloped into the deep darkness of the world I
was temporarily çul-de-sacéd at in, I EARTH-QUAKED my way out of the desert and
in early August 2010, found myself in spring-time in Newlands, having caught up
with the natural season of our Cape Town year. I had been placed on fertile
soil and started sewing seeds of hope and productivity into my metaphorical
garden of life on my parents property (it’s no coincidence that I was booked that
month for one of the biggest SA festivals and follow-up shows called “Rocking
The Daisies” and “Sewing The Seeds”.
So this is my conclusion- I was given
opportunities before my time, when I had gone into a situation for selfish rock star reasons and after I had been living as an actualized young adult with
wisdom beyond my years. My financial adviser always says ‘’Hindsight is a good
thing’’ and here that definitely applies because, simply, without beating
myself up too much but realizing truly what was going on – I had failed a test.
Fortunately like many, I am enrolled in the University of Second Chances so I
got to do the summer school course and get to take the test again. How did I
fail (I hope this can help someone)? From a desire deep within my soul to run
like the wind*
I, we all, have this eternal desire to run
hard and be free, free as a polystyrene cup being blown along a windy beach and
to run along the atmosphere and climb the staircase of stars into space and
explode into the night sky. This is good. However, my time running with no
direction like a head-less chicken had led to being followed by the spirit of
God, which in turn led to more running through the convenient faulty reasoning
express-shop called Denial, which eventually led to my self-depreciating
down-town destination called Loneliness. Take my advice : find something you
believe in with all your heart and run in that direction with everything you’ve
got.
Direction was the thing missing in the past
while and although I was doing what I’m made to do (partially) it was
directionless and with selfish motives. Now, run with inspiration and vigor in
the direction you’re called to. This piece is from my first Ep in 2004.
Light
It’s the start of a brand new day, excitements
in the air, we all join in one song
We, were meant to live, so stop wasting time
and get up and go and live
As I cast off my blinders and I run past horizons
I realize I was born to fly
As I go on my journey hope I don’t miss my
journey, Try to walk in the Light
All I have I received is from God
Even when I took myself to be my God
This is why, why I have no right to do
anything but to go and live
As I cast off my blinders and I run past horizons
i realize I was born to fly
As I go on my journey hope I don’t miss my
journey, Try to walk in the Light
Why am I here only now, where was I was why
asleep, this is where I’m meant to be
Thank you God for leading me, I’m so exposed
without your touch, this is how we’re meant to live
Guide me now with your own thoughts, Your will
be done just take the torch, I live because of You
It's been 5 years since I've been in the South
African Music Industry, 9 years as a part-time drum teacher, the past 6 years
not knowing what I really wanted out of life, and 10 years since God started
courting me. I've had the amazing opportunity to play with the best, session
for South African legends, jam with the international recording artists, audition
and be chosen for the most influential in my field, open and close sets for
international headliners, perform overseas, meet the best and see the worst
become the best before my eyes...and I have come to a conclusion in my 26
years. That 'if' LIFE is merely 50 plus years for me, that I have to be doing
what I need to do - what I am called to do - what I am made to do here on
earth. After all aren't we actually really eternal beings only living
temporarily through this body or avatar? (James Cameron strikes again!) Then no
more ‘bashville’ living nor beating about the bush for me.
“The highest levels of consciousness are
spiritual” Wynton Marsalis
This holistic understanding on worlds and
consciousness has synchronized over the past eighteen months only and has been
''aligning'' as I have been awakening to higher truths of conscious living, as
I’m sure with many others. Before an eternal perspective started revealing
itself I was questioning in a very Parlotones kind of way ‘What the hell were
we thinking, were we thinking at all’. Now I look back in a very Temper Trap
kind of way realizing I just needed to ‘Soldier On’.
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