Looking for inspiration and waiting for Godot. At times this is our life. We look to the north, the south, the east, and the west and find only those waiting with us. We understand each other, are all from the Seeker family…we know our own.

Tick Tock the world turns and we turn with it. The problems seem overwhelming and the solutions are few. Whatever happened to the public servant? Where are the three Wisemen when we need them.

‘He speaks like no man I have ever heard,’ She said. ‘His words are a bit of a balm for my soul,’ She continued.

‘Follow me and I will make you fishers of men,’ Hope Bringer said. ‘I have come from my Dad and he sent me with a message,’ HB continued.

‘HB seems more than human…perhaps a shaman or a prophet,’ They said. ‘His brothers and Mom and Dad are among us…we know where he lives,’ They continued.

‘Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.’

‘In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeoning of chance, My head is bloody but unbowed.’

‘Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the Shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid.’

‘It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.’ Invictus, William Ernest Henley