Bronson Spiers was a man who was no stranger to exploring the inner depths of his own belly button.
He was a sailor on the seas of life who loved to laugh, learn, explore and share.
It was on these adventures that he gathered an amazing library of wisdom and otherworldly experiences that gave him an ability to empathise with others and himself.
A man with many tales to tell who enjoyed the companionship of others, loving the exploration of inner truths of lost wisdom and ancient secrets.
He was also a man who understood the need for humility in order to steer himself on the journey of life.
Anyone who had the good fortune to have met Bronson would agree he was someone who had a presence and a special something that made you feel glad to have met him.
He also had many challenges in his life which he either overcame or made the best of and whether he liked it or not, he was an example and inspiration to others.
He had his own dark days when there were stormy seas, howling winds and dark, brooding clouds that threatened to drown him under their weight but with the help of his family and friends, he always managed to stay afloat as a beacon of light to those also adrift on the seas of life.
Bronson was finding it difficult to get the things he saw in the amazing universe of his mind, out to share with other people, without some help and support, so it was for him that The Inner Space Writers Group was started.
Bronson died quite suddenly in his sleep one day and the world became a poorer place without him.
He was a close and valued friend who is very much missed by Audrey his partner and two children Freya and Eli and his friends.
He was sincere in his being and a fellow traveler on the weird and twisted paths we sometimes travel.
I don’t know where the Bronsoness that once existed is now but his memory will always be cherished within the hearts and minds of those who were fortunate to have known him.
Wings to you
To further the height
Of the sight you must see
Beyond this here life
May the mysteries unfold
And bring you peace at last
From the burden you carried
Right from the start
You traveled with madness
And its bundle of sin
Down strange twisted roads
Where some of us have been
But you traveled further
Past the last wooden gate
Into the deep
Where the tides will not wait
And they’ve carried you over
To the other side
Wings to you
May you always fly.
I hope you enjoy the few stories Bronson was able to write before his passing.
If reincarnation is a reality, he is probably an alien zooming through the universe looking for a picnic basket full of galaxies of suns and stars that he left under somewhere while his mind was over elsewhere.
We miss you heaps dear friend.