[uni-verse]

Heart of Didymus Thomas’ and history’s one of many, very-human christs: Bright duality, Indigo child Heiros Gamos, My own wife John and Lori in one: HermAphrodite, Living my best auntie/uncle life … Tho rn I’m sick as hell: and the virus be psychedelic BC we know Law gonna write it, And Lore gonna sell it:Continue reading “[uni-verse]”

Passages: Man’s Search For Meaning, Viktor Frankl

Time and time again I read what I need to read, when I need to read it. I had read Man’s Search For Meaning before; although, as I get older, I find that my own increased experience adds additional dimension to things. Such was the case here. The words of Viktor Frankl, published in 1946,Continue reading “Passages: Man’s Search For Meaning, Viktor Frankl”

Alchemical Magic w a Spell for Liberation from Worry, Self-Doubt, and Fear.

“Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard. It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.” – Shakespeare, Julius Cesar (Act II, Scene II, LineContinue reading “Alchemical Magic w a Spell for Liberation from Worry, Self-Doubt, and Fear.”

Loomings: My Life and Dreams

I come here for pharmakon, the healing act of writing: I need it as I’m rediscovering myself as an adult, seeing my light and dark in their full brilliance. And, really, I just want to trust myself, that I will follow my inner voice. Fear can make people do funny things. It’s made me forgetContinue reading “Loomings: My Life and Dreams”

Mindsight: Going Back to The Start

The imagination is the greatest ability we have – for what may be born of dreams extends far beyond the reaches of the eye, which is limited by our reality – yet the bounds of reality extend far beyond the morrow, all the way into the clouds and past the horizon. Mindsight – our abilityContinue reading “Mindsight: Going Back to The Start”

The Substance of The Soul

Edit: I’m beating myself up after publishing this. It’s not that I don’t like the content, which was inspired by a conversation I had tonight with two new friends. The problem is, this is simply not the right form. There is a reason Victor Hugo wrote Les Miserables. I must work on my stories. ThisContinue reading “The Substance of The Soul”

Under a Blue Moon

Cool on me the eye of heaven shines In an earthly world where the mortals dine I can’t question anything, Anymore or again I am to be my hero, My unequaled friend You know your truth, Think and speak your voice Act according to your heart and you’ll never have to make the choice, BetweenContinue reading “Under a Blue Moon”

Gather Ye Rosebuds While Ye May

Once, while on a certain psychedelic substance (Ambiguous writer is ambiguous), I laid back onto the chaise in my living room and something told me that: I was in the safety of my late twenties. I’m not sure whether it was a prescient notion or an intention; as John Mayer sings: “I am an architectContinue reading “Gather Ye Rosebuds While Ye May”

Poetry: The War is Over

I was stopped short of the start by every worry that ever gripped my heart Because there’s a kind of squeezing that made me sick, But there were no days off Just a weekend’s denial to bury the fear, I kept it at bay long enough to keep running, I ran towards the dream: TheContinue reading “Poetry: The War is Over”