Circles of Gold

By Philip J Bradbury

A modern day fable about a time we've forgotten to remember ... He was born with a defect he could not change. He was different and could never be like other boys, other men, other people. His disfigurement eventually drove him from his family, from the village and out into the world as a troubadour, a teller-of-tales ... well, more precisely, a listener-of-tales. In solitude, with his trusty horse, he found a softer world without sniggers and demands and a world of peace and the silent whisperings of his soul. However, the solitude never lasted for long. The more he searched for that softer world, the more the sharp and abrasive one encroached upon him ... till, one day, he met someone he didn’t want to turn away, someone who yearned for the disfigurement he had ...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Philip J Bradbury
• Release date: Aug 14, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465914996

Philip J Bradbury

I am a writer (20 books), publisher (25 books & a magazine) and teacher/trainer for 25 years – accounting, business, men’s groups, AIDS and personal and spiritual growth.I’ve also spent time with several indigenous elders and wisdom-sharers to receive information from as many perspectives as possible. The more people I’ve talked to, the more similarities there are in their stories. ... they all point to this moment of disruption to expose and expunge the untruths, in order to move to the next 2,400-year period of Caring, Connection and Communication.Therefore, I’m here to help you cope with the current changes so you can create your higher life in order to create the community we all long for ... and know is coming.Summary list of writing/publishing experiences:• Writer of 20 published books,• Publisher of books• Commissioning Editor for Business Books• Publisher of national magazine,• Website Editor/Writer• Columnist for magazines in four countries,• Editor for national magazine,• Reporter for weekly newspaper,• Professional freelance writer, proof-reader and editor for clients in Australia, Czech Republic, Norway, Slovenia, Germany, Romania, Arabia, Britain, Canada and America.I spent 20 years in a boring job to impress my father. I finally realised he wasn’t impressed with an accountant son so I slunk sideways into business coaching and teaching and wondered why I’d avoided what I loved for so long. 20 years later, I still love teaching/coaching and have done it ever since, in different countries and in different guises:* Business coaching in NZ, UK and Australia* University lecturing in NZ and UK* Personal development workshops in NZ and Sth Africa* Grief counselling in NZ* Men’s groups in NZ* AIDS workshops in Sth AfricaFrom time to time, I played in other occupations, just because I could:* Busking* Building houses* Truck driving, reporter/photographer for a newspaper* Magazine columnist then editor* Magazine publisher* Commissioning editor of books* Writer of 20 books (to date)I’ve become a Jack of all trades, master of some and a Master of Change, so can help you with your change.Along the way I picked up some qualifications:* BBS – Bachelor of Business [Economics & Accountancy majors] degree.* ACA – Qualified Accountant.* CAT – Certificate in Adult Teaching.* Diploma of Leadership & Management* Diploma of Business* Diploma in Transactional Analysis* Grief Counselling* Life CoachingI also had time with indigenous elders:* A Hopi Elder from Sedona* A Sangorna in South Africa* Several Kaumatua in New Zealand* An Aboriginal elder near Alice Springs

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Circles of Gold

Philip Bradbury

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Non Fiction

Whose Life Is It Anyway?

The Lawless Way

Change Your Life, Change Your World

Understanding Men

The Meaning of Larf

Articles of Faith

Conversations on Your Business

Stepping Out Of Debt and Into Financial Freedom

Dactionary – the dictionary with attitude

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Circles of Gold

Copyright  2016 by Philip Bradbury

Smashwords edition

ISBN 978-1-4659-1499-6

Published by: Philip J Bradbury

www.philipjbradbury.com.au

Typed (with two fingers) by Philip J Bradbury

Typeset (with brilliance and majesty) by Philip J Bradbury

Front cover designed (with flair and imagination) by Philip J Bradbury

All rights reserved. Although this book is copyright and you’re not supposed to reproduce it in any form, I know that some of you will. As a sculptor of words, I’m well aware that it’s so easy for anyone to pretend these words are theirs and receive acclaim for that. If you can live with that then, please, go ahead.

All I can do is ask that you treat the spirit of these words with respect, treat me with respect and enjoy the product thereof. I can live with that.

With Love, Philip Bradbury

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Donal Arrives

Once upon a time, when dreaming was useful, a child was born. His father, with youthful exuberance, watched his son enter his world and exclaimed, Oh, me God, he’s beautiful! He’s ... He stopped exclaiming for he had seen something he had not expected. His silence was palpable as he frowned and quickly forced a smile back to his face. Too late. His straining wife, focused on her own exertions, pains and joys, sensed a peripheral shiver touch her heart. She looked at her husband’s wooden smile and knew all was not well. The midwife and her two assistants – village girls learning this important craft – caught the cool wind of concern and they stopped momentarily, uneasily, for a second that travelled into eternity.

An impartial observer would have sensed nothing but, for those involved, a ripple of time, a shadow of unease, passed through all of them. They then returned to what needed to be done, pretending they had not seen what was fully evident.

The naked wee babe was wiped of the wax over his pink body with damp cloths infused with herbs, and then placed on his mother’s naked belly, flesh to flesh. Her fervent panting had by now given way to gentle sighs and grateful smiles and all looked a picture of peace as the three other women gathered their ewers,