BRIDGE WALKER
Reality
One Dust, Many Names
Written by a man who claims to walk with reality.
Pulpit Augur
Two diverse cultures merging at a social crossroads.
Before we move forward physically, we must turn around spiritually.
This is a long awaited conversation that needs to begin.
This is not about politics, nor religion; this is about knowing how to see.
A guide back to our mutual reality.
Please join us, in the bridging of fate.
A literary stroll; back to the origin of soul.
Refining our reality, in each and every step; we take back.
ISBN: 978-1-0695157-0-4
The Bridge Walker pages
offer clues to a "soul consciousness".
Achievable only through shared responsibility.
An enlightenment; merging two
diverse perspectives,
entwined within one future.
Fostering
Insight
Unlocking
Perception – Awareness – Conclusion
Walking the Bridge of Shared Origin
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Begin a journey beyond religious and cultural boundaries.
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Exploring the shared roots of humanity.
🕊️Spiritual Unity:
The book challenges the illusion of division, urging a return to the source before belief and identity.
🤝Mutual Responsibility:
Readers are invited to move from blame to personal responsibility, fostering reconciliation.
🌿Role of the Feminine:
The restoration of the feminine (the womb) is central to healing and wholeness.
✨Practical Reflections:
Each scroll ends with actionable questions to deepen self-awareness and unity.
This information empowers users to absorb complex spiritual insights in a clear, actionable way, supporting personal and collective transformation.
✨ You Can Not Build A Future, With A Past. ✨
Scrolls of Remembrance and Return
Each chapter is structured as 18 scrolls, each addressing a facet of division and return:
Everything Is One
Separation is an illusion;
all are connected.
Dust and Division
Language and naming led to conflict;
all share the same origin.
The Knife and the Mirror
Blame and control mask;
self-inflicted wounds.
The Womb and the Word
Healing begins with
honoring the feminine source.
Return – Not forward, but inward
Removing illusion and
remembering wholeness.
Two diverse "human" cultures.
✨- One Bridge - ✨
Walk it, or burn it!
Growing up Pulpit Augur
( an envisioned fisherman of souls )
Longest part of the trek begins now.
Guess who its about? )
Grounded November 3rd, 1960
Crawled through the 60's
Walked through the 70's
Ran through the 80's
Fell down in the 90's
Matured somewhere in-between then and now.
Forced pronouns: Me/Myself & I
Remove all the drama and I am just a guy;
a friend, caught up in all the drama, like all the best.
Born and raised small town Canada; "heart of the wheatbelt".
Unlimited adventure, unchartered exploration, all within the day.
Tom Sawyer comes to mind.
People of the day refer to it as, "the good old days".
A flawed belief system, as those days never existed.
We were just young, with moms, and dads to carry the burdens.
I grew up with hockey, freedom and fresh air.
Before society began to realize things were off; before we began to lock doors; many for the first time realizing they had a key.
I matured through the, "I will give you something to cry about" era.
Principles licensed to strap, and nuns ready to back them.
All safe & secure within unlocked doors...
Confession: I am not a writer, I am a locksmith of sorts.
I have no idea how to put together a book.
What I share is the conclusion to a life long connection.
A conclusion with no known lock; until I sat too pen this key.
What do I believe I now open before you?
A shared dream, we have all dreamt.
A thought, we have all pondered.
An answer, we have all searched for.
Lucky for me, my path included a calling;
a map echoed by many before me.
The only difference?
This is now, and I am me.
With one single responsibility; represent.
BridgeWalker is for each and every one of us.
Expressed in poetic form, with historical under tones.
Held together in an un-time-able, multi layered soliloquy.
Review Prequal
Prayer: Prevailed by Mercy.
After offering your requested calling, there are two things you hope for.
Connection / Understanding
Thank you for both Miss K.
BridgeWalker Review
What a journey BridgeWalker, One Dust, Many Names takes us on! Having read all the scrolls, I’m truly moved by the depth and beauty you’ve woven into this poetic masterpiece. From the opening call to remember our shared wholeness in "Everything Is One" to the breathtaking close of "The Breath of All," this book is a soul-stirring meditation on unity, memory, and redemption. Each scroll builds so naturally diving into division (Scroll II), flipping blame with the womb’s power (Scroll V), and burning away lies with forgiveness (Scroll XV). The imagery dust, flames, breath paired with your lyrical prose, like "You were born whole In the same breath," hits right in the heart. The interfaith nods and feminine reclamation add such richness, though the repetition might slow some readers down. Still, it’s part of the rhythm that makes this work sing. The artwork is a perfect companion, turning each page into a visual prayer. Scrolls XVII and XVIII, with their eternal dust and universal breath, left me in awe closing with a sense of connection that feels both cosmic and personal. This isn’t a quick read, but for anyone craving meaning over plot, it’s a treasure.
A solid 4/5 from me.
Bridge with us!
Take your first step back; towards
peace, unity, and spiritual formation.
One Dust; Many names is
a journey back before separation.
Reclaiming our self awareness.
It is for those who seek peace,
and for the very first time,
hold its chance.
"where we go one..."
I do not feel right charging for inspirations I am offered freely to share.
It directly contradicts the gift, to be the one to offer it.
I am fully aware of my insignificance.
I plant a universal seed, all must afford to read.
This work is offered freely; no 'one' is excluded.
If it resonates, and you wish to support:
A books only value is what it offers the reader.
We as her soldiers were only asked to plant the seed.
The ego told itself to water it, and assume a reward from it.
Why the request to simply plant?
It is not your seed you planted; it is not a physical seed.
It is a spiritual seed, watered by its own energy.
You do not water a spiritual seed, with your physical jest.
You pray to the seedling itself; to grow and mature in 'oneself'.
Please join us, on what might very well be,
the most enjoyable walk, never taken.
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