5 LESSONS FROM SAINT ALWAYS THE GURU SLAYER
© GrahamTrevor.com
1394 Words – Reading time 7-8 minutes.
Who is Saint Always the Guru Slayer? I’ll get to that. First a little background.
The past thirteen years has been a bonanza in access to information. Thanks to the wonderful weird web, or internet for the purists. For five years before that, I got a preview by getting a “real job” as a proof reader for Vision Australia. Converting print books into Braille, large print, and e-text.
When I joined the department we produced about 20 books a year, thanks to a team of 20 dedicated sighted volunteers who would use a manual Braille machine to transcribe the print. Then came computers. Optical Recognition Scanners, translation software, and Braille embossers. Some of those volunteers switched to their pc, and we could produce as much as three staff members could proof read. (Then some sighted people got the idea that their didn’t need Braille proof readers any more.)
So being made redundant I found myself with a lot of time on my hands. Not finding work after six months of trying I went busking (street performing), and got back to my first Love the guitar. With a little kick up the arse from Saint Always, my second love, my wife Robyn. More about her later.
Still, I had access to a computer and the internet which was like letting a little kid lose in a sweet shop (candy store).
Whilst growing up in Perth, Western Australia, I had read out the Braille library by age sixteen. The choice was limited back then. Either spy stories, old classics or ancient bible commentaries and some biblical fiction. Nothing on Yoga, meditation, or any Eastern philosophies. To add to that when I arrived at High School, the wise ones at the education department changed the curriculum. My resource teacher only found out during Christmas break.
Some dedicated souls at the Braille Library began transcribing text books for me and other students. However they started from chapter one, which is logical don’t you think. It is but then my science teacher started from chapter sixteen. My math teacher started from chapter twelve, and so on.
Therefore when this unlimited access to information became available, you can see why I went ballistic. I became one of those zombies who sit at their computer all day. Searching, searching, searching. Reading, reading, reading. One day, as I was sitting there, a little question managed to pop up into my head. “What are you looking for?” Continue reading →