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The story of the Turkish Prince

My heart is calling for a man I had to say 'goodbye' to on Sunday (29th March 2015). He smelt so good and curling up with him at night-time made me happier than many many things.

He was a Turkish Prince.

We got together a month ago... we met in a place where the shadows are long and there is little to no light. I shouldn't have been there in the first place. But I was indulging my desire for low vibrational activity that weekend. And I didn't expect to meet an angel on the road to Hell.

I knew very quickly who he was. He saw the same in me. We cried and made love and held one another's faces in the dark. I'd never made love like that before; fully connected; fully expansive; fully in tune.

And I let my guard down. It showed me one thing very clearly. I have taught myself, over the years to be content to sleep alone every night. But my natural state is to have my arms wrapped around another, someone I can snuzzle and smell and kiss and rejoice in repeatedly and regularly, as we get to know one another, and walk more and more firmly in love together, being mirrors for each other to grow, to learn and to improve who we are being in the world, for all of life.

The Turkish prince is not ready to leave ShadowLand yet. If I had stayed with him any longer, I would have been pulled in too far to be able to extract myself easily. And the path I'm on is too important to me to walk away from. So I told him it was over.

To utter those words made my heart shudder like the ground before an earthquake. It is still shuddering now, so I'm calmly doing the spiritual equivalent of tying down the furniture and bubble wrapping all my breakables. When this process is complete, I will open the door and let the earthquake shake my world to its foundations. The Universe knows I need it.

Temptation took me to ShadowLand. There I met an angel. I opened my heart to him and, by proxy, all the dark forces he had been playing with before he met me.

One of the reasons I am choosing to walk the Camino for 40 days and 40 nights is so that I may understand the nature of my relationship with temptation; to journey into the wilderness of my own soul, so that I may understand my weaknesses and turn them into strengths.

I am taking 40 pilgrims with me in spirit. If you would like to be one of them, I'm offering to write you a Poetic Portrait Prayer of 3 verses, written in the Language of Light, for £40 or more, to call forth what you want for yourself or a loved one in your life, to carry your prayer across Spain for 954km from Irun to Finisterre, and to set fire to it on the beach at the End of the World in a shamanic offering to the Universe, along with my own prayer to make peace, once and for all, with the illusion that temptation has any power over me. For further information, or to make your pledge to secure your pilgrim spot, my email address is simonwelsh454@hotmail.com

As I sit and write these words, in a coffee shop in Brixton, London, my eyes are filling up. Here is not the place to let grief overcome me. Thank you for letting me share so personally with you. It is easy to share as I know it is part of a journey that we are all on together to discover Truth in the world. And the more open we are with each other, the more easily we can discover the answers within ourselves.

One love, now and always,

Simon the poet.


After I published this story on FaceBook, someone wrote me the following message:

"Each one had a harp and they were holding golden bowls full of incense, which are the prayers of the saints ... Another angel, who had a golden censer, came and stood at the altar. He was given much incense to offer, with the prayers of all the saints, on the golden altar before the throne. The smoke of the incense, together with the prayers of the saints, went up before God from the angel's hand. Then the angel took the censer, filled it with fire from the altar, and hurled it on the earth; and there came peals of thunder, rumblings, flashes of lightning, and an earthquake" (Revelation 5,8). Powerful stuff! Yours is an inspired and beautiful idea, Simon !


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