Have You Ever Been Down And Out?

Are you disappointed with life?

Have you been struck a cruel blow?

Are you struggling to survive?

Do you feel your life has failed you?

This was how I felt when my life crashed and burned.

I was bankrupt.

I thought my life was over.

Then I came across this quote:

“Only at the bottom can you decide whether to live or die.”

I decided to live.

What about you?

Do you want to live or die?

I had decided to live.

But I had nothing.

I was at the bottom.

How can I live with nothing?

Alone and homeless.

I moved to the country and lived in an old caravan for the next five years.

With nothing.

People started to care for me.

I became involved in the town’s community.

I was alive.

Maybe for the first time in my life.

All the while feeling like a leaf in the wind.

Free and being blown wherever the wind took me.

Going with the flow.

Not forcing things.

Anything.

And the wind opened me to experiences I never imagined I would have living a ‘normal’ city life.

I was alone and free.

I had let go and allowed the Universe to take over.

Was this a new way to live.

Trusting something I didn’t understand?

Was I finally trusting the Universe?

Was my life’s disaster turning into a new way to live?

Trusting?

Going with the flow?

Small miracles started to happen.

I can see now that the Universe had taken over.

You too?

I’ve written everything that happened for you to read and learn from.

It’s here.

Because I’m a writer I have managed to craft a fun book that’s easy to read.

I still have nothing but, in spite of that, I’m leading an amazing life.

Read my book and let’s change the world together.

Quietly.

Love and Peace.

Neil.

How Miracles Happen.

I was broke. For 5 years my home was a leaky old caravan parked outside its owner’s home at the end of a dead end street in Hepburn Springs in Victoria’s Central Highlands. I was at a loose end. I started to look into the fascinating stories of the Gold Rush in the area. I found a largely untold history of Swiss-Italian migrants who came out in the 1850s to try their luck on the goldfields. Many stayed on. Fresh pasta was still on the menu at many local restaurants. The local butcher still sold the real Italian bull-boar sausages. Many of the original typical rural Swiss or Italian farmhouses were still working farms, others lay in ruins. I wrote the story and it was published in the local newspaper. The owner of the General Store picked up my story and started a Swiss-Italian Festa with street marches, history displays, even a pasta sauce recipe competition. After 30 years it’s still an annual tourist event in the Central Highlands of Victoria, Australia. ‘Italy In The Aussie Bush’ is chapter 8 of 30 chapters in ‘Man Steps Off Planet’. We don’t need money to make miracles happen.