I dreamt of this land I once left, this place of wild beauty. The story of adventure I had lived, that healed my soul and saved my spirit. That dream was the price of my choice to leave. To go home and gift my restored self to those who love me. That choice made right by the home I found. Now I have returned, to the other side of the world. To live another story in the book of my life. Here I am a wanderer, in the land of Australia.

How strange it was. To have worked so hard to return, yet not be overcome with joy at being here. Longing for the place I had left to become the man of my vision, a vision I could no longer see. What purpose did I pursue? What being did I become? When I was so changed by choices made by a consciousness unrecognisable to the present observer. The stranger of my past self betrayed by the regeneration, he created.

Is this not life? Had anything in my experience been as it was expected to be? No. Then it was no surprise to find myself surprised. I reminded myself. If I were to converse with my past self, I would undoubtedly find myself wiser. So who had been betrayed? When change is informed and compelled by the acquisition of knowledge, perspective, and experience? None but those who oppose evolution.

I left the city to live and work on Yandoit farm. Welcomed by the two beautiful souls who inhabit this luscious land. The longing for home would not leave me. I struggled with who I am as I had lost touch with who I was. I had no solid state, no core to gravitate me. I felt that I was a blank page, who remembered the words once written. When I would recite said words they felt like a stranger’s verse. I was surrounded by beauty but beheld it without being within it. Only in moments was I present, in those moments I said, yes.

Yes to what was offered, yes to where it would take me, yes to who I would become. Why? Because in that moment, I was no one. So I continued to be no one. I discovered who no one could be. Without form, without structure, without confinement, without predisposition. Without all that which may have given me weight or stability, I found myself unburdened. A burden I would miss, a responsibility I have loved. The duty of being the man known as Dylan.

I wanted to go back but knew that I could not, not yet. I was conflicted as to where I should be. But here is where I am, one day I shall leave. This place shall be a memory, this time will be the past. Its chapter in the story understood once the rest is written.

And so, the weary traveller went on, living day by day. The farm gave me purpose, it cared for me as I endured. I learnt from the pain, as I always do. This land once gave me faith so I endeavoured to remember. To allow it to empower me, to use this time wisely, to grow stronger, and to prepare. Floating and adrift, I was to be like water. Letting the smoke wash over me, welcoming me to the country.

Things are now in motion that cannot be undone. I am becoming the wanderer who knows what it is to be lost, yet walks into unknown with purpose unseen. I no longer yearn to be home, instead I remember and feel grateful that I have one. I feel the conflict between my footsteps as I walk in two worlds. Wherever this path may lead I shall not fight it. I give myself to the fated chaos that becomes me.

You are only what is now, this time is all that is. Remember nothing is true, everything is real. Experience the beauty of this moment, let nothing distract you from it. One day you will find yourself beyond anything you have ever envisioned. More than regeneration and exceeding evolution. Alive with power and presence that shifts space around the time you inhabit. At present you must continue. All will be revealed. You are now, now is who you are.