Inner Purpose

After lifetimes of effort, the soul becomes solid in their sense of inner purpose, finding their useful place … just as a planet settles into its magnetic hold, in relation to the greater dance, the soul of a man, finds itself in relation to the forces and the tensions of those around them - and purpose is derived from this.

Learning in itself is the acquiring and the becoming, thereby - yet even further to that, is the very distillation of this experience in its entirety which offers the soul its capacity to see without and within, in ways that are sophisticated - that they may know.

Knowing fundamentally is gratitude. Cosmic Gratitude.

This mystery is an exciting revelation to come to.

If a ‘teacher’ has not the light in their eyes, or the passion in their speech, or the joy in their heart for the subject they profess - it is reasonable to guess that they do not really know what it is that they are trying to relay. They may have learnt much, but do not know it as yet.


-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances

Azlan on Knowing & Purpose

The spirit thinks in snapshots amidst a continuum of life eternal: it experiences, it memorises, it forecasts, it reviews - all in bites - like scattered chapters, here and there.

It never loses the overall sense of its self, or of the greater World … it is just that the consciousness does better seeing but one part of the vista before it, at the one time.

It is often said that Life is a ‘path to learning’ - that by default, the Cosmos would set a course for everyone to graduate.

And yet, with that being said, Divinity facilitates far more than merely an obstacle course to enlightenment.

There are two gifts won by arduous enduring: purpose, and knowing.


-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances

Waking from Narcolepsy

While it had been clear to all that no amount of bandage or patented wound-heal could have saved Francis from these injuries, what had become evident was that prayer could.

Just as the rescue party arrived to see white droplets fall - splat, splat, splat - the seagulls circled in closer and were defecating onto the corpse in the sand.

The calcium white cement was falling into his open chest, and in but once, twice, thrice moments, it was as though the skin had knitted back again and the root had dissolved.

Everyone looked on amidst the feathers and the shrieking … his head, also anointed by the goloputous discharge, here and there spattered with bird poop.

And, miracle of miracles, Francesco awoke from his narcolepsy. He wiped his own eyes, smoothed his hair back from his face and sat up looking sleepy, but as before, healed and resurrected again earthly life.


- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances

Shrieking in a very high Pitch

Seagulls were circling overhead. In just over a minute many hundreds had gathered, and small white feathers were dropping down all around them, like a feathery snow.

They were shrieking in a very high pitch, and as the call got louder, more joined in the swirling white mass above.

A rock possum popped out of the dune and sat at the end of Francis’s feet.

A tall deer had been watching from afar, had courageously moved closer.

A mountain lion paced from several yards away.

Calvin still sat with Francis’s cross in his hand praying - praying literally like he never had before - at least, in this lifetime.

Years later, a world trend broke out for spontaneous prayer coming to atheists - a kind of flash religious consciousness.

Of course the scientists named it as a form of hysteria, however Puck personally attributed the phenomenon to this breakthrough at the Arizona Lake. It really only takes one happening, to get the ball rolling he would muse… Humankind trends are like that - they need a paradigmal surge before new thought can be realized en masse.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances

Sweet Feeling of Uttermost Silence

When Pietro-Bruce-Chan stepped back and moved away, Calvin got closer to Francis. His heart was full of pity for the tall hippy laying there.

He had a handsome face - a kindly face - a noble face. A fine gold cross had fallen into the sand, pulled from his neck when Charley had ripped his shirt away from his wound.

Calvin picked up the necklace and placed the cross into Francis’s hand. Calvin closed his eyes and all at once felt a spiritual pull, as though he was sinking into the deepest of deep waters, down into the most quiet place imaginable - and the voices and the noises of everything around him could no longer be heard.

It was a sweet feeling of uttermost silence, an inner chamber of resonant harmonies allowing him to breathe once again the ethers of perfection. He sighed, and to everyone’s surprise he began to pray audibly - he was praying for the broken and the bleeding man before them.


- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances

Door to Death

Puck was beside his daughter, standing quietly, waiting for Calvin to initiate something.

He had an intuition that this might just be the catalyst to get him back. He waited patiently - however time was getting short, as the Ambos were now on foot with the stretcher making their way down the track from the parking zone.

Pietro-Bruce-Chan kneeled beside the silent body - his own face weary with the sadness of the ages. It was as though he felt there and then every disappointment he had ever known and he was so tired by them.

He could not follow Francis wherever he had gone, the door to death was still closed shut to him - no matter how many times he had tried to push through.

Still, perhaps, just this one more time he could go again. 


-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances

The Day Knows not its Eternity

It is impossible to comprehend something that you simply cannot comprehend: such is Death. The night knows not the day, and the day knows not its eternity.

- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances