[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]”

New Age Monkeys: A Takedown of ‘Spiritual’ Bullshit

I’ve gone through many iterations of myself: from a naive, ambitious, and shallow young man, to a selfish, fearful alcoholic, and finally, to a person who is coming to find peace with themselves – but I’ve always been a seeker; I’ve gone down every road in life: including the spiritual one. From a long influenceContinue reading “New Age Monkeys: A Takedown of ‘Spiritual’ Bullshit”

Musing on Life Through Jack London’s ‘The Star Rover’: “The one man” and “The one woman”

I’m a fan of Jack London. He is, like Steinbeck, one of those California writers who hold a special place in my heart. I see myself like them, and their philosophies speak to me. And while Jack London is best known for adventure stories like Call of The Wild, The White Fang, and Sea Wolf,Continue reading “Musing on Life Through Jack London’s ‘The Star Rover’: “The one man” and “The one woman””

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”

Data Dump: The Time is Now

I come here to do ‘word-processing’, to let my thoughts congeal into coherence – whereafter, I will feel I have achieved something important (For I will have); where I once journaled in lengthy prose, my notebooks these days are filled with jottings – mostly single ideas of varying yet significant importance. That said, the importantContinue reading “Data Dump: The Time is Now”

The Tao of Anxiety: Changing my Relationship to Life with Rollo May

I don’t write for artistic purposes, nor do I write for pleasure, or even to be a writer: I write to live. It’s not that I’d go insane without writing – my life would just fall apart.  I must write to understand myself, my life. The two of which I find more and more entangledContinue reading “The Tao of Anxiety: Changing my Relationship to Life with Rollo May”

One Belief to Change Everything, or Not

I have not published anything here in near a month, but a lot can happen in a month – a lot can happen in a day; your days can have significance. This is true (Along with everything else you believe).  I believe I’m fortunate beyond measure. Where there is love there is life – IContinue reading “One Belief to Change Everything, or Not”

Thirty-One and Change: Reflections on Experience 

This is my third and final attempt to write this entry. The previous two night’s efforts yielded a dozen or so paragraphs but nothing palpable, from the heart. Unfortunately, I am tired and slightly stoned atm; however, this might actually work in my favor, given that it ensures I will be (Relatively) brief. And IContinue reading “Thirty-One and Change: Reflections on Experience “

Get Thee Up

“I wake up every morning and check if I am in a state of grace,” a 31 year-old Leonard Cohen told an interviewer in 1965. Every morning of your life, you choose whether your soul is in a state of grace or not. Now, whether or not this is a conscious choice is up toContinue reading “Get Thee Up”

Bucking The Lazy Cowboy, or How The Little Prince Usurped Peter Pan

Life would seem so easy, as if we could just say: “I want to wake up early and write everyday”, and it would happen.  Only, there’s a fly in the ointment: we don’t always do the things we want to do; sure, we wish them to happen but things don’t happen according to wishes –Continue reading “Bucking The Lazy Cowboy, or How The Little Prince Usurped Peter Pan”

Facing Life Honestly in The Winter of My Discontent

I don’t wish to make this long (As I would like to return to bed); however, some things must be said or, rather, in my case, written; for without writing I’m just thinking, and I need more than thoughts right now. I need patience. I need time. I need change. Thankfully – unlike the latterContinue reading “Facing Life Honestly in The Winter of My Discontent”

A Sunk Cost: Letting Bygones be Bygones

Before I commence the purpose for which I have set to write upon tonight, I wish to offer a caveat; you see, I was recently told by a dear acquaintance that my writing was good,’…although I sometimes rambled.’ And while I call myself a writer, it is not under the banner of my blog thatContinue reading “A Sunk Cost: Letting Bygones be Bygones”