The Diary of Elliot Parker

.: Entry Eighteen :.

My name is Elliot Parker, and my temper gets the better of me.

I had to talk myself out of my anger. But I shouldn’t have lost my temper. My emotional response overrode my desire to be happy. It’s funny, sometimes I think I am doing really well at being careful and choosing the better feeling thought. I know that I am deliberate creator but sometimes it is so hard.

I know that I know too much to ever return to who or what I was, just fumbling through life.

But now, it got complicated. When it comes to Adrian Ferisle, well that is where my energy is muddy. I want to hold him in a place of unconditional love, I want to see him through the eyes of source. But then, the past sort of sneaks up and whispers in my ear, “Past performance predicts…”

That is when I get unstuck and things get messy. I so want him to shut that voice up by proving it wrong. For that to happen my energy has to be clear. That little voice can’t even be a whisper. I know it won’t be easy to shake. But the attention I have to it. Well that has to stop. I have to keep reminding myself to keep looking for that better feeling thought. Well that’s a bit of an obvious thing, but well, it isn’t easy. But it is getting easier, I am getting better. Adrian Ferisle is who he is. I know he started with a good intention.

You see, the better feeling thought isn’t always a big thing, it could be little. It is simply a little form of appreciation.

Whatever it is I want, I know that it can happen. Whatever I dream can be reality.

My name is Elliot Parker, I am a deliberate creator, I am getting better at it.

That’s the thing though, you think you are mastering it, then boom- CONTRAST. I appreciate that, it hones me in on what I want, not who or when; although that can sometimes be a little factor. I appreciate that contrast is great at making a basic desire more specific.

It took about a week for Adrian Ferisle to talk to me again. He exploded about a work problem, ranted and raved. Then disappeared again for a week before falling into a slightly more regular conversation pattern, well for his standards anyway. So I suppose I can say things are getting better. I hate to say, it didn’t faze me as much as it should have. I suppose I am used to the sulking, used to him always eventually returning because he needs something from me. Sad but true.

The difference is I seem to make more and more positive life choices the less I let if faze me. I like the positive choices though.

Gives me so much more energy to focus on knowing what I want. I seem to just keep jet propelling the momentum forward for the things I want to do, the things that I want to put my energy into, the things that make me the happiest. I suppose you can say for certain that it puts fuel into the fire of passion. I do appreciate that energy for sure.

So yes I do appreciate his presence in my life, even if it is for the contrast he cycles into my life.

My name is Elliot Parker. I am a deliberate creator.

I keep reminding myself, that everything will be ok, that it will all work out. It is a mantra. But there has been this feeling, I haven’t told anyone about it.

I just feel that the more passion I pour into the creative side of me the more I can feel the tide. I suppose the best way I can explain it is that as you stand in the see you can feel the tide pulling the water to it, gathering a momentum, before it swells and crashes like a tide and changes what is in its path. Sure a wave doesn’t sound big or momentous to change, but it is, it changes things whether marginally or massively. That is what it feels like, the gathering of the change, but it doesn’t feel like a tiny little wave, it feels strong, secure and momentous. It sounds silly right? No. It feels certain. That change, feels certain. That change feels big, like it will grow into something that won’t just affect me. It feels like the kind of wave that makes ripples.

The wave, its energy, its pure energy stored up, and the more I work I pull some of that energy to me. And when I use that energy it returns to the source larger and stronger. I pull that energy back to me and return it and it keeps happening. So perhaps the energy feels less the wave, I am the waves, the motion. I am pulling and returning the energy back and away, pulling a little energy and making it bigger. Pulling more energy returning it with abundance back and rather than it resting in storage it still grows. Whether the energy I pull is large or little, I am in control. It sometimes like I make a request for this energy and it comes to me in the wave. It feels certain and secure, I feel certain and secure, like this energy I can trust, that it won’t ever be all used up.

In that way I suppose it is like love. It is never all used up, it just grows exponentially. It feels great knowing that love is unlimited, at it’s very core, at it’s very source love is unlimited. Isn’t it great that nothing good is ever limited, it is abundant, as much or as little as I wish will come to me. My energy is a direct channel for this feeling of that love or energy, whatever, it feels abundant, unlimited. It is that same unlimited unconditional feeling I want to expand and I want to look through those eyes and see everyone held in that place of positive attention.

It is that perspective I want to look at friends and family with, the same perspective I want to be able to have when I look at Adrian Ferisle’s presence in my life.

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Dear Santa

Dear Santa…

Ok so this is a new thing, I am writing my letter to Santa… a bit weird but hey. I thought I would give it a go.

What’s wrong with a twenty something having a letter to Santa? After all, most letters to Santa are a list of desires.

So now I have to work out and decide what it is that I want to list as my wanted desire…

I would like, happiness, joy, anticipation, good feeling thoughts. I would like my wanted desires to come true.

I would like to win the lotto jackpot a few times, just for the fun of it.

I would like to see positivity in the world.

Is this how a letter to Santa is meant to work?

As kids we write physical things like toys. But now that I am older, my desires are more emotional. More irreplaceable, like better quality time with family. Better relationships with family, friends and strangers. More time with those we love that bring out the best in us. More connection to those that we love. More happiness, more sparks of joy that we can fan the flames of to grow into impressive huge distinct patterns of joy and happiness and all that we desire.

I want more positive momentum.

I want to be better aligned with what I am desiring, to be aligned with ease and to walk the path of least resistance.

I want creativity and inspiration to be in abundance.

And yes, I am writing this letter just after having written another entry of The Diary of Elliot Parker, can you tell? Does it matter?

I want to write more, to write passionately. I would love for something that I have written to change a life or a mind for the better, for a positive change. I would love that someone can find some worth in the stories that flow through me and to others. I would love that, to just change something, a small something or a big something.

I want hope for others, for myself, I want a daily dose of hope wherever, whenever it is needed to appear.

I want to read some books that inspire me, I want to read lots of books that inspires me. I want to see great positivity and inspiration over social media whenever I have the odd snoop. I want to have more positive encounters.

I want the wanted desires to be easy to come to alignment to. I want to find alignment easier.

But most importantly, I want those who I love, those who inspire me, those who bring out the best in me, I want them to know their worth, to know how worthy and loved and amazing they are. I want them to know just how much they are appreciated. How much I appreciate them. I want them to know that they are loved. That would be awesome. The deserve good things. I want them to be happy.

I want to spread the abundance of joy and happiness, so any way that can be made easier would be great.

Thank you.

ARA xxx

The Diary of Elliot Parker

.: Entry Seventeen :.

My name is Elliot Parker.

I am a grade A bitch.

So today didn’t get to plan. Actually in fact I got really angry and blew up at someone. I know it wasn’t the best thing to do.

So here is the simmer of it…

My ex, He who shall not be named, after our break up wanted to be friends. Actually he insisted that we stay friends. In time that turned into friends with benefits. Before long, he started to slip into the kind of chatter and behaviour that was more reminiscent of being in a relationship. But even then he insisted on friends.

I have to say quite frankly, I still love him, even after all this time and after what happened. Yes, I know, it’s not the healthiest thing. But even after all of this I still love him and sometimes I hate that.

So with that debrief in mind. Today he was meant to be helping me. I have been moving slowly and today he was meant to be giving me a hand moving my stuff to the new address. Well he told me in advanced to be ready by 10am today (Saturday). So I was. 10am came and went, an hour came and went. My message got those annoying received ticks. Another hour and I had taken a cab to the new address with some of it. By 1pm I finally got a response.

It went something like this:

Him: Hey I am so fucked up

Me: Mmhmm

Him: My hay fever is so bad

Me: Mmhmm

Him: I know you are pissed

Me: Mmhmm

Him: I haven’t done anything I wanted to do today.

Me: Mmhmm

Him: I’m not even going into work today.

Me: Mmhmm

Him: I’m gonna hang up now ‘cos you’re pissed off.

Me: Mmhmm

 

Ok so maybe that was harsh but he was right. I was fuming. I seriously had enough at that point. He spent most of our relationship bailing. Even when I needed him most. Especially when I needed him most. Not always but most of the time. I don’t know why I was so hurt by it. Ok yes I do. I thought that maybe he was right, maybe he had changed like he said.

I was an idiot. I am an idiot. I still love him however much I want to be happy I still love him even when it makes me feel less than myself.

So of course on my way back to get more stuff, as soon as I step outside, it is pouring with rain. I am talking thunder, lightning and soaked to the skin kind of rain.

Well, of course I was really pissed off. Then a kid gets on the bus. The little shit is shouting pressing the bell being obnoxious. I am talking a five maybe six-year-old. What was the parent doing, fuck all!

I don’t care I am mad. When I get mad I swear. Tough.

So on the bus, I sent a message, yeah it was a bit harsh. I said that the worst part was that I was surprised this time because I thought this once he would follow through. I am not proud. He didn’t react well. But then I didn’t expect him to. I told him that he not once at any point was apologetic or even let me know sooner so that I could have sorted my plans sooner. To which I got a call to say that he was bleeding out of both nostrils and had a massive headache and he didn’t need that right now. I did something I didn’t expect myself to say, even though I was beyond angry and frustrated, I told him to get better soon.

So I had a bit of drawing, a doodle and calmed myself down quite a bit. Actually the doodling helped me a lot.

So when I calmed down I sent a message: I hate when we don’t get along. I really do. But I still want to sit down and sort things out rather than angry or annoyed or upset with one another. Today was the moving day, I needed to do things efficiently because I didn’t want to be almost here but still stuff that I want there. You know how it is when you want to settle down in a new environment. It’s horrible to have the in between itch. Getting hold of the car park key was hard enough. I was pissed off, I’m not going to lie, but it is not an excuse for me to act on it. I am working on changing that. I am changing that. I don’t want things to stay the way they are both of us being upset and angry I’d hope it be possible to talk it out.

I don’t know how I did it, being reasonable I mean. I am hot headed and normally I would have calmed myself down. But it took a good few hours and a lot of calming and soothing.

It was a manifestation from previous experience.

My name is Elliot Parker and I am a deliberate creator. I got messy about my thinking and had a manifestation of pure contrast. I had been messy and sloppy with my thinking and energy and allowed myself to fall into a trap of what was, harming my what is and it was not what I truly wanted.

I would rather be happy than be right. My anger was at wanting to believe the change and not vibrating and resonating with that belief.

Today I have learned through my manifestation that I have an unsteady vibration that I thought had slowed enough but perhaps not. It is the telling of the past that brings it back to life. So this is the death of the anger of today. Of the frustration. I am intentionally moving up through my emotional grid into better feeling thoughts and finding myself in a place of sweet relief and appreciation that when I wake tomorrow I will be starting my day on a newer, better, higher more powerful vibration where I will try to remain on the higher better feeling thoughts and energy.

My name is Elliot Parker and yes this really happened, yes I was mad, yes I still love him, and yes I would work things out if that ever was an option.

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Author Update (November 2016)

Hey ya’ll

First of all, rememberence weekend was moving. Lest we forget has never seemed so relevant. There was so much that was won and lost and broken and built in all the conflicts and wars, their sacrafice is not forgotten.

So…I have been thinking a lot about The Diary of Elliot Parker and while writing it was cathartic, enormously so because it was a fun way to break the writers block. I am well aware that I have perhaps misused the process in the sense of it got me out of a life block too, it became similar to blood letting. Wanting to break free of my own thought patterns was tricky because of many issues, what is written may at times be exaggerated or misinterpreted but thats ok as long as it is understood that this was written for the purpose of entertainment, not all of the views expressed I agree with then or now. Whether or not that is understood is another thing.But I want to make it clear that I do love the characters. I love those that inspired the writing wholeheartedly. I am entirely grateful for the chance and the inspiration to write something that challenges me and makes me want to be better. I am entirely grateful for those in my life who have inspired and encouraged me, I am entirely grateful for this writing to put me in a better mood by bloodletting the things that stung or were difficult and to come to an appreciation for the experience for what it taught me. I want to lead a positive life, this kind of helped me find a path to that positive momentum. Like I said, I don’t always agree with what is in the diary or the drama of it, I understand it can upset people, but I don’t want them to think for one second that that means they are not cared for or loved or that is the truest opinion I hold of them.  I love those that inspired my writing, in whatever story or form. And I want to sort of apologize and more importantly I want to say thank you for being a part of my life and a true inspiration.

So obviously my Author Updates I try to do for the last Sunday of the month, so I didnt get to tell you that I managed to snag some cheap seats to Wicked. Which made a nice break from thinking about my ribs. I managed to snag the tickets to Halloween! The atmosphere was amazing. It was wonderful… it was… Wicked!!! The cast and crew and front of house did an amazing job. The performance was so wonderful, everyone enjoyed the atmosphere. It was such a wonderful evening. I loved it. For the first time in a long time watching a show like that, there was no jealousy, for a few years there would be a tint of the green eyed monster, a little jealousy that I wasn’t on stage. I guess now I can say I am at peace with not being on stage, it was an incredible rush and and it was wonderful, but physically I wouldn’t be able to manage it with these ribs, and I guess I have settled comfortably into my identity as a storyteller, a writer, a wordsmith. It was wonderful to just enjoy it and be part of it in a moment and being content and happy. I did find myself identifying, personality mainly with Elpheba, quite a lot of identifiable moments where I could safely say I felt the Elpheba moments. And I have to make a definite and clear point- Rachel Tucker is an amazing Elpheba, its not the firs time I have seen her in action, she is inspirational.

Ah the ribs, yeah they still suck, and the frustration is still there but I am trying to come to a kind of peace with it.

The fireworks have been beautiful. Always reminds me of someone. 🙂 There are really cool styles and displays. some of them look like glitter, I hope I am here next year at this time of year with nice hot cups of hot coco and snacks… might have to try my persuasive skills for bonfire night… maybe if I offer to cook… Yes I cook… very experimental at the old cookery though.

Music news?

My awesome and incredibly patient guitar teacher is helping me write my song, I have the lyrics, the melody is taking a bit of work and the guitar is where we are working, I wanted to try to do something new, and writing a song was something I have never done with melody etc and I had no idea where to start. He deserves a medal he has heard me singing, something I hadn’t done since before my ribs were injured, and its something that has gone from easy and less scary to something very scary and hard to do. I’ve been feeling incredibly frustrated and embarassed by it, and it hurts and its hard and its just another thing that is too hard to do right now.

The American election= Well it’s sincerly sad, and scary. The UK is going to be more unstable now especially after this result and brexit. I sincerely wish that Sanders had stood and won, the most capable and best chance. It’s going to be the source of much anxiety for very many people.

Have I missed anything else? Well, no. I’ve not been writing much, mid month I discovered something called NANOWRIMO which I might try to do next year, I was wondering whether to make it a feature for the website. I don’t know.

And now the very obvious plug for The Diary of Elliot Parker? Hmmn…. CHECK IT OUT! (please)

There that’s the plug done.

Time to plug the pre-order link…

The pre-order link is available now… Due to release 14th January!

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Have fun and enjoy the month ahead please 😀

And as always… I just want to remind you that there are books that are open, and available to you. So here is the link to my amazon author page, why not see if something takes your fancy. (Psst- got a secret for ya… The Diary of Elliot Parker will be arriving there soon 😉 hehe- not sure its much of a secret anymore

May luck and adventure be on your side!

ARA xxx

The Diary of Elliot Parker

.: Entry Sixteen :.

My name is Elliot Parker.

This is a confession I need to make. That I can’t make in any other way.

There is something I haven’t told you yet. Clover is a mother. She has a toddler. Her baby daddy is a friend from high school. It is my doing that they reconnected and ended up in a relationship and then having a daughter.

Something I couldn’t confess to her, when she first started to flirt with him when we hung out, at that point in time, I really liked him, I really, really liked him. So when she got with him, well honestly I wasn’t exactly over the moon.

The thing is, since they got together my feelings for him, they died. I watched her messing him about a lot of the relationship. Following after the attentions of other men. It was infuriating the first couple of years. Well actually more than infuriating. It really used to annoy me. She had the guy that I had wanted, the relationship I had wanted. What did she do? Waste it away. Now I question if she ever really cared all that much. Well, things didn’t change much when they broke up. He stayed living with her in her mum’s house and they continued faking their relationship so he had somewhere to live.

Lots has changed since they started out years ago and now it doesn’t matter so much.

So what is it I am confessing?

Something that is too hard to bring up and tell her.

I might have accidentally gotten very drunk at her baby’s christening party. Clover’s baby daddy kissed me. The next day we talked and agreed that Clover could never know because of the tension going on around their baby, I could see the child responding to all the tension she was absorbing.

My name is Elliot Parker, this is not the end of the confession, but I wish it was.

Recently while hanging out at Clover’s I was watching her TV and I had spent most of the day keeping an eye on the baby when Clover and I had been shopping in town. I was exhausted and tired. So watching bad TV sat down sounded perfect. Her baby daddy, well he said something I found a little odd, “do you know how much I’ve wanted to spend some time alone with you?” I guess we were friends but it took me back a little. It took me back a lot when he kissed me, something, well it didn’t feel right at all.

It was awkward, I wasn’t comfortable, I didn’t want to kiss anyone, I just wanted to watch TV and relax a little bit.

The problem since then? I don’t know how to tell her, because it was never going anywhere, it never would.

I am in one of the damned if I do damned if I don’t situations because baby is in the middle and from what I can tell the tensions between them and the relationship of Clover and baby daddy can be volatile as it is. Putting this kind of tension to it, he just didn’t register on my radar as someone I am interested in.

I spent so long worrying about the effect on the baby that the relationship between Clover and myself wasn’t even an issue. To me there is nothing to tell. The advance is going no further.

Honestly my affections reside elsewhere. She knows where my affections are, who is on my radar. And her baby daddy is not.

My name is Elliot Parker and confessing to you hasn’t made me feel better. It hasn’t made me feel worse. I just know it is nothing. Nothing will, or can happen or progress. Yet again someone else is being put first. Maybe that is the best that I can do right now.

Perhaps my confession should really be this: I am tired of putting other people before myself. Family and friends are always being put before myself. A big part of me just wants to be selfish, it wants me to ignore all of the conditioning of an entire lifetime. I want to put myself first. Go after what I want and not care who gets in my way or has hurt feelings because I didn’t do what they wanted. That I didn’t yield to their demands. Is that really so bad?

I am a deliberate creator; it doesn’t mean I am cruel. But this? It just shows me that my energy is muddy. I have a bit of work to do. That is fine. It is hard to break the habits of a lifetime. I know that it can’t be impossible, so that is a reassurance.

I know that in time Clover will find out what happened, I just hope she understands that there is no future for something that can never be, especially when what I want, who I want is definitely not him. As she has always known. I just hope that she understands it was never about a lie or deception it was about the nothingness of it. The health and wellbeing of baby.

We all know the rounds of denial I go through about who I want, now that I am moving on. Now that I am moving past the past.

I know I keep going through denial and then trying to minimise the real impact of the feelings I have developed for Jonas. I keep trying to pretend they aren’t there. That I don’t smile when I see his messages or laugh, or hope for more of a chance to talk when we do. I keep trying to convince myself we are friends. When I am not trying to convince myself all I feel is friendship I am reminding myself that we both still have a professional relationship. I am his client.

I keep trying to remind myself that our similarities are just the personality types we both share. That’s not to say if he were to make a move, a suggestion, or a pass I would be angry or offended. I would probably be cool with that. Fine! Ok I would be cool with that.

The pre-order link is available now… Due to release 14th January!

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