Isaiah 11:6 a Mystical Memoir

By Alf Vieira

There’s an old saying:

“To simplify the complicated is the first of genius.”

“To complicate the simple truth is the practice of knaves and fools.”

So am I going to be a genius, or a fool in my life?

In my quest to discover my own personal truth, who and what God is for me, am I going to simplify it by listening to my intuition and heart, or am I going to complicate it by believing in the creed and dogma of religious persuasions?

This is my story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alf Vieira
• Release date: Sep 9, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005687250

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Isaiah 11:6

A Mystical Memoir

Alf Vieira

Copyright © 2021 Alf Vieira

Published by Alf Vieira publishing at Smashwords

First edition 2021

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My religion is simple

I love God

And all my brothers and sisters.

To my children,

Always have chutzpah

To everyone who has ever helped me,

Thank you.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1. ‘The Valley of Desolation’

Part 1: The Prison House of the Human Mind

Part 2: Jezebel

Part 3: Going to war

Part 4: The Battle

Chapter 2. Mr Wu’s Gift

Chapter 3. Who are thee, my friend?

Prologue

If I don’t do it now, I never will…

How deeply must I look into someone’s eyes before I see their soul?

And as I swim deeper through the swirling currents of emotion to reach the core of their character, the pressure builds up with the anticipation of seeing things that have lain hidden for far too long. The fear grips my throat and knots my stomach and I want to vomit. I want to back off, leaving it for another day, submitting once again to my old foe, cowardice.

But there is no backing off, there is no tomorrow.

I look deeper into those eyes, seeing the pain reflected back at me, and I feel ashamed. I hang my head in disgrace, and wince as the blade of disappointment slices deeply once more through the crisscrossed scars of my heart.

Then the anger rises up through me, bursting forth like a geyser, and I hate. I hate the devils of ‘weakness’, of ‘procrastination’ and ‘lack of integrity’ more than I have ever hated anything in my life. I have caused this person – whom I know better than anyone in the whole world – incalculable pain and heartache. I cannot fail them now, not again.

I look up, forcing myself to look into those eyes again, and I see a small flame of hope flickering bravely, pleading with me not to abandon them. I nod solemnly, slowly. No, my friend, I will not leave you this time. I will never leave you again. That I promise.

I have made many promises to many people in my lifetime, not always fulfilling them. Again, I feel ashamed. I will not break this one, I say to myself; this is to the end. I look into those eyes for the last time, then turn away from the mirror, different.

It is said that only you can write your own story, only you can sing your own song.

So what story am I going to write? It’s not important if other people read my story or not – what’s important is that I read it. What’s also important is that it’s a story of truth and honesty where the good, the bad, and the sad is told, and in the end, may I be strong enough to change what needs to be changed and write the story of my life as I want it to be, and not be a victim of circumstance, and let life write the story for me.

So, if a person wants to make major changes in their life, I think to myself, then they are about to face the biggest challenge yet. Surely, there is no harder challenge. To change destructive thought patterns, to kick bad habits and addictions, which have been ingrained for years, takes some doing. Then to be able to build a new, positive psyche, and be happy and fulfilled in life, takes even more doing, and the older you get, the harder it is to do.

What would the odds be on someone like me changing my life, and becoming the hero of my own story? I reckon a sharp bookie would give odds of 100-1. If it’s to be a challenge, then it let it be a challenge worthy of meeting. If you are going to be a hero, then you might as well be a superhero. Yeah, brave talk, I think.

But why do I feel as if I have to make changes in my life at fifty-seven? It’s not all that bad. There’ve been some tough times, but I’ve overcome them, so what’s the reason then for me to be inspired to make these changes?

If I were to die in my sleep tonight, I know I would be unhappy and unfulfilled going into the next life. Deep within me I would feel as if I would not have fulfilled my life’s purpose, maybe not have kept promises made to myself – I would feel weak, lacking integrity and would consider myself to be a failure. There would be something missing, like having a hole in my soul, which only I would feel, and that would matter a great deal to me.

And then again, if I continued to live, what type of man would I be? Being unfulfilled and with a hole in my soul, I would be a pathetic weak old man waiting for the spluttering flame of my life to be snuffed out.

Either way I would bleed.

Everybody has their own opinion on why we are on this earth, and where we are going afterwards, and man has debated these questions since the beginning of time. No one really knows exactly. Even those that think they know, don’t really know. Maybe only the masters and the highly evolved souls would know. All that matters is have we been true to ourselves. Have we done what that ‘little voice’ inside of us keeps reminding us to do? If you cannot be true to yourself, how can you be true to anyone else? You’re a fake, even if you’re the only one who knows it. And we are all fakes – every one of us – to a greater or lesser degree, until that time when we become who we should be. That’s real integrity, when the inner becomes