Ambrosia

By David Jordan

This book is about one soul's journey through time and different stages of consciousness. It is told through a series of forty-one poems which are accompanied by stunning graphically designed illustrations. They are spread out between four dimensions or chapters, with each dimension containing 10 pieces of poetry and illustration.
Experience being the first human to walk the earth, the horror of war, the pain of awakening through a storm, the joy of finding love, and the peace of leaving it all behind. You might find that you have already lived some of these moments. Whether in your dreams, or in another time, or in another place.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tablo Publishing
• Release date: May 26, 2020
• ISBN: 9781922439741

David Jordan

Hiking, trekking and camping since a young age, David Jordan's earliest memories of walking adventures were family holidays, let loose among trees and fields with a Kodak 'instamatic' camera and notebook. Many years on, little has changed, although the boots are bigger and camera technology has definitely improved. Still the highlights of each passing year are the opportunities to roam, explore, photograph and document what was found. David has hiked and camped extensively across much of the higher ground of the UK, Europe and Norway, as well as the US. A first taste of long-distance walking started with a circuit of the Tour du Mont Blanc in 1992 and led through sections of the Appalachian Trail to a full thru-hike of the Pacific Crest Trail in 2016. Returning to the Alps David spent four years researching and exploring the Grande Traversata Delle Alpe. In 2023 David hiked the PCT for a second time and became one of fewer than 200 people ever to thru-hike the trail more than once. When not travelling David lives on the Arnside and Silverdale peninsula, a designated 'area of outstanding natural beauty' on the edge of the English Lake District with his wife and dog.

Book preview

Elements

The elements of creation combine

The destination of their manifestation is the divine

First Dimension

Adamu

Adamu

Spoke the god of his first made son

I will create others like you 

and with the gift that I have given 

you will spend your life in worship or it will all be taken from you

Adamu’s eyes could barely see as they were never used before

Looking up from his kneeling position from within the trance that imprisoned

A voice spoke and revealed to him that he must serve his master for he knew nothing else

Weak and feeble was he

Adamu trembled before the god's power

The god rose from his throne and pointed past the horizon

his steely gaze crushing the distance between the space and the burning fire of his obsession

Adamu was barely at the god's knee

Oh how weak and feeble was he

The master spoke once again

Look out into my kingdom

For this will be the land that you will forever farm

your life is mine

what I speak is law and if disobeyed 

you will be harmed

Adamu looked out into the valley and saw structures that he could not fathom

All he knew 

was that he was unlike his master

this land

or the objects in the heavens

Come

my child

there is something else you need to see

In a flash 

the throne room disappeared

Replaced by a chamber of darkness

what he now witnessed turned his stomach

There they were

in pylons of liquid

a form of familiarity that Adamu finally recognized

Beings like him

brothers and sisters

awaiting that breath of life and a place within their master’s creation

His brand-new eyes started to swell 

a heavy feeling rising deep from within the well

Adamu

His god exclaimed

It is my will

That in my name

You will be the one to lead

To punish

And to kill

Token

Wise words were once spoken

The token is taken 

his young hands are shaking

No one told me it was going to be like this 

he said

That's the price you pay 

when you taste the bread from the old men that lay

under all that you think you know

You must show 

all that you hold close to your soul

I can't take another dose

the young man cried

You must

one of the old men exclaimed

Don't lay blame for you chose this game

Years have flown by 

the young man now grey

In the same room where he became seduced

a life of power long lived now reduced to nothing but feeble pursuits

Who walks in but a young reflection of himself

taking the token that he was once dealt

The circle is complete

The young man's soul was never again felt

Alexandria

From the crumbling towers that stood once proud

to the torturous screams of the frightened crowd

Alexandria was sacrificed by Evil’s hand

it pretends to burn the collection of books and treasure from beyond the earthly land

this is no ordinary feat 

it is the finest theatrics

and most spectacular illusions  

orchestrated by rotten actors with grandiose delusions

Evil executes its plan

history is rewritten and dumbed down purposefully

the serpent's minions