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Lazarus Carpenter I have lived in Wales for over twenty five years. Born in North Yorkshire, I am now an author, actor, musician and song writer, previously being a therapist, trainer and researcher, specialising in mental health. He was educated in Middlesbrough, Sheffield and Cambridge. With a fascination for Welsh History, I create worlds within worlds; magical, haunting, spirituality permeating sound moral codes of life. I live quietly with Debbie Eve (also my illustrator and our dog, Noodle in a small cottage surrounded by the beauty of the Brecon Beacons in the Valleys of South Wales.

The Sun and the Moon’s Gentle Dispute

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Once upon a time, in the vastness of the cosmos, the Sun and the Moon often watched over Mother Earth. They shared a bond forged by their love for her, each shining in their own way, bringing life and calm to her surface. One day, as the Sun blazed fiercely across the sky, he grew worried.

“Mother Earth is burning under my rays,” he muttered. “Her deserts are drying up, her forests withering. I must shine brighter to warm her, but I fear I’m causing her pain.”

The Moon, soft and gentle, listened quietly. When the Sun finished, she softly replied,

“Dear Sun, your warmth is vital, but too much can scorch her delicate lands. I watch over her at night, providing gentle light and cooling shadows, giving her time to rest and heal.”

The Sun frowned, flickering with concern.

“But if I don’t shine fiercely, she might freeze in the cold darkness of space. My rays sustain her life, but I worry I might be harming her through excess.”

The Moon nodded, understanding his fears.

“And I, too, worry. I see her suffering when you burn too brightly, and I see her thriving when I cast my quiet glow. Perhaps we need to find balance, for her sake.”

Suddenly, a gentle breeze whispered through the cosmos, and the stars listened intently. The Sun and the Moon looked at each other, realising their shared concern. They understood that together, their light and warmth could work in harmony, each taking turns to nurture Mother Earth, ensuring she flourished without harm. From that day forward, the Sun and the Moon agreed to share their care. The Sun would shine fiercely by day, warming and energising her, while the Moon would cast calming shadows by night, helping her rest and recover. Their argument turned into a beautiful dance—balancing light and dark, warmth and coolness—for the love of Mother Earth.

And so, under their watchful eyes, Mother Earth thrived and still is, cradled in the gentle embrace of the Sun and the Moon. If only mankind could achieve such a balance?

Awakening of the Spirit’s Shadow

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Once, a man named Christopher, a wanderer searching for meaning, believed that the countless plant medicines he consumed granted him divine power. His favourite was Ayahuasca, which he drank in grand doses, convinced that he was becoming omnipotent—an untouchable force destined to reshape the world. His narcissism grew with each trip, blinding him to the suffering he caused those around him. Christopher’s obsession with his own enlightenment led him to steal from Sundancer, a humble shaman who had once helped Christopher find his way. He took treasures, sacred objects, and even the spiritual knowledge Sundancer shared with him in trust. Christopher thought himself above morality, convinced that his spiritual journey exempted him from the rules of ordinary life.

But the universe had other plans.

One night, Christopher fell into a deep, vivid dream. He found himself in a vast, shadowy forest, where a figure approached—tall, fierce, and shimmering with an otherworldly light. It was Swift Arrow, a warrior and shaman of ancient times, whose spirit had been guarding the balance of life for centuries. Swift Arrow’s eyes burned with intensity.

“Christopher,” he spoke, voice resonant like thunder and whispering. “Your arrogance has blinded you. Your greed and theft have upset the sacred harmony. You have become a parasite, feeding off the spirits and the people you claimed to heal.”

Christopher tried to dismiss him, but Swift Arrow’s presence overwhelmed him. The spirit’s voice grew louder, echoing inside his mind.

“You must return what you have stolen, seek forgiveness from Sundancer, and never darken her door again. Only then can you mend the wounds you have inflicted.”

Christopher awoke trembling, drenched in sweat. The dream’s message was clear: his narcissism and greed had caused harm, and his spiritual ego was a false illusion. He saw his reflection in the mirror—no longer a wise seeker, but a spoiled, selfish man. In the days that followed, Christopher sought out Sundancer. He returned the stolen objects, apologised sincerely, and begged for forgiveness. He realised that his quest for power had been a lie, and that true strength lay in humility, respect, and healing.

From that night on, Christopher changed. He abandoned his reckless pursuit of omnipotence and dedicated himself to genuine service—learning from Sundancer, honouring the spirits, and restoring the balance he had disturbed. The spirit of Swift Arrow’s visit would haunt Christopher forever as a reminder of the harm he had done. He began to strive for change, but it would be a long journey that must be achieved alone in this life. Replaced by a newfound humility and understanding. Christopher’s journey became one of genuine awakening—not through drugs or illusions of grandeur, but through the humility of facing one’s shadow and making amends.

And so, the forest whispered on, bearing witness to the transformation of a man who learned that true power is rooted in humility, respect, and the courage to heal, accepting responsibility for his past. 

Free, Fearless, and Forever a Champion.

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A boy named Leo lived in a small town nestled between rolling hills and wide-open fields. Leo was born with a condition that made it difficult for him to walk without support. He wore sturdy callipers on his legs, which helped him stand and move but also made him feel different from the other children. Despite the challenges, Leo was full of dreams. He loved running, watching races on TV, and imagining himself crossing finish lines with a gold medal gleaming around his neck. His parents and friends cheered him on, constantly reminding him that his strength came from within.

Every day, Leo practised running with his callipers. Some days were tough, and he felt frustrated, but he never gave up. He believed that someday, he could run like everyone else—fast, free, and fearless. One bright morning, after many years of hard work and perseverance, Leo made a decision. He would cast off his callipers. With the help of his coach, family, and friends, he carefully removed them for the last time. It was a symbolic moment—an act of courage and hope.

The next day, Leo entered a local race. At first, his legs trembled, and doubts crept into his mind. But he remembered all the times he had practised, all the hurdles he had faced, and he pushed forward. To everyone’s surprise, Leo ran with a strength and determination that inspired everyone watching. His speed grew, and he crossed the finish line first. The crowd erupted in cheers, and Leo’s heart swelled with pride. That race was just the beginning. He trained harder, faster, and stronger, dreaming of bigger stages.

Years later, Leo qualified for the Olympics. He trained tirelessly, breaking records and defying expectations. When the marathon day arrived, Leo stepped onto the track, feeling nervous and excited. He remembered his journey with every stride, every struggle, every moment of doubt, and every time he had refused to give up. As he approached the final stretch, the crowd roared louder than ever. Leo surged forward, running with all his heart. And then, with one final burst of energy, Leo crossed the finish line in first place. The stadium erupted into applause. He had not only won a gold medal but had also shown the world that limitations are often just the beginning of new possibilities. Leo’s story inspired many, reminding everyone that with courage, perseverance, and belief in oneself, even the greatest obstacles can be overcome. From that day on, Leo ran beyond limits—free, fearless, and forever a champion.

The Blind Banjo Traveller

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In a small, bustling town in the valley between rolling hills and shimmering rivers, lived a man named Enzel. Enzel was not an ordinary man—he was blind, yet his spirit shone brighter than the sun. His eyes, unseen to the world, saw through the melodies he played on his banjo, a weathered instrument with strings that hummed stories of hope and love. Enzel’s faithful companion was Jem, a wise and gentle guide dog with a nose for adventure and a heart full of loyalty. Together, they journeyed from city to city, village to village, spreading joy wherever they went.

Despite his blindness, Enzel’s sense of hearing was extraordinary. He listened to the whispers of the wind, the laughter of children, and the rhythm of life itself. His banjo was his voice—each note, word, song, and story. With Jem faithfully by his side, Enzel played wherever he could find an audience—under the shade of a tree, in a bustling marketplace, or on the steps of an old church. His music had a magical quality. It made people laugh, brought tears to their eyes, and reminded them of love in the simplest moments. Children would gather around, clapping their hands, their faces lit with wonder. Elders would close their eyes, swaying to the melodies that seemed to carry them back to days long gone.

One day, Enzel and Jem arrived at a small seaside village. The villagers had forgotten how to dream, weighed down by worries and hardships. Hearing Enzel’s music, however, their hearts began to lift. Enzel played a song about a star that guided lost sailors home—a song that shimmered with hope. As the notes floated over the waves, the villagers remembered the beauty of love, kindness, and community. They joined in singing, their voices blending with Enzel’s banjo, creating a harmony that healed weary hearts.

Years passed, and Enzel’s legend grew. His music travelled across continents, touching the lives of countless people. His story was one of resilience, kindness, and the power of love—proof that even without sight, one can see the world’s beauty with the heart.

The Lens of Obsession

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In a secluded laboratory nestled deep within the foggy outskirts of the city, Dr Evelyn Harper was known as a mad scientist—an eccentric genius whose obsession with microscopes bordered on neurosis. Her cluttered workspace was filled with dozens of microscopes, each more bizarre and intricate than the last, some antique, some futuristic, all meticulously maintained. As a child and later at university, her mind could absorb masses of information, ensuring academic attainment and success. Meticulous note-taking and attention to detail created a wealth of knowledge. Evelyn had read in excess of two thousand textbooks, written many research papers and attained two PhDs before reaching twenty-five. There was no time in her life for boyfriends or partying like her fellow students. Study, work, sleep, study, work, sleep, this was Evelyn’s chosen path and life. She was what can only be defined as driven, driven by a desire to achieve something capable of changing the world. Colleagues found her difficult, often withdrawn, and obsessed.   

Evelyn had dedicated her life to unravelling the secrets hidden within the tiniest particles of life. She studied cancer cells under her microscopes for years, peering into their chaotic, destructive world. Most dismissed her as overzealous, even unstable, but Evelyn believed that the key to curing the disease that had claimed her mother lay within these minuscule worlds. Her obsession grew intense. She spent sleepless nights adjusting lenses, tinkering with lighting, and testing countless chemical compounds. Her neighbours whispered tales of her madness, but Evelyn cared little. Her microscopes became a window into the universe, and the obsession was driven by expectation and hope.

One stormy night, as lightning crackled outside, Evelyn observed a peculiar pattern in the cancer cells she had been studying for months. A rare, almost imperceptible fluctuation in the cell’s behaviour caught her eye. She focused her most powerful microscope on the anomaly, her hands trembling with anticipation. Suddenly, she saw it—the secret to halting the cancer’s progression. A tiny, unseen particle was disrupting the cells’ ability to multiply. A molecule, a fragment of something unseen before, seemed to interfere with the cancer’s growth mechanisms. Evelyn worked tirelessly, synthesising compounds based on her observations. Weeks turned into months, and her obsession intensified. She tested her new formula on lab models, and the results were astonishing: the cancer cells stopped dividing altogether.

Her discovery spread like wildfire, from her isolated lab to the world. The scientific community was sceptical initially, but with rigorous testing, Evelyn’s cure proved effective in human trials. Her obsession had unlocked a new era in cancer treatment. Evelyn Harper, once dismissed as a madwoman, became a hero. Her relentless obsession with microscopes and the tiniest details led to one of the greatest medical breakthroughs in history. She had shown that sometimes, madness is just another form of genius—focused, unwavering, and driven by an unshakable hope. And from that day forward, her microscopes sat in museums and laboratories, silent witnesses to the madness that changed the world.