ORIGINS

The great mystery: we live on more than one plane at once. I was born into a time & place. Montreal, Quebec, Canada. March 7, 1958. Into a particular family of a particular heritage with a set number of family members & a given set 0f traditions.  I honour that deeply. That is my personal narrative. The story of my life. Is that who I am, though? That is my persona. The mask from which I broad cast my voice. I am not that me.  As my brother Artur Rimbaud said “Je est un autre....I is an other”. I am a Divine Being having a human experience. When I pray, When I meditate... i enter into the centre of my true being. I cut the silver cord. I wish the mask to fall away. My origins are very distant. Beyond the eons of time. My family of origin. My original family. My family. The origin.

SOLITUDE

The moon, the moon, once again the moon. Sometimes I envy the other myriad sentient beings. It seems only my fellow humans are aware... ever aware of the impending advent of our demise. The moon for me sometimes is a reminder of how close my death looms. Perhaps it aids us to know that our time is limited. Perhaps it spurs us on to seek our higher selves, to move beyond the veil of mortality. Night after night. Profound solitude. I struggle with that.... my movement toward the light is accompanied by an ever-increasing sense of being alone... all, all alone. Alone on the side of the great night sea with my mother White Tara, the Maiden of the Moon.

RELEASE

Love is the great paradox. How do I hold someone close & yet let them go? Agape Love. Erotic Love.  Friendship Love. Love is not possession. Love is recognition. It is my path to achieve the serenity of transcendence. I fear I can only go to those far fields on my own. Alone.  My journey is so brief here in this time bound place. Even my family... my mother, my father, my brothers & sisters, the people I feel the deepest bond with...  I  cut the silver strings that bind me, allow them to float free into the ether. The sadness overwhelms. I bathe everyone I have ever loved in pale,  pure light. I release you.... in love... in peace.... I  enter the solitude of my true self.... 

PULSAR AND QUASAR

MAPS AND MUSIC

 "BE OPEN TO ALL THINGS. ATTACH YOURSELF TO NOTHING" Yes, I am a fan of wandering foot loose & fancy-free; of free style improvisation on the alto Sax. In the end I am a devotee of discipline. Maps show the clear path to the wide open road that leads to the great blue sea. Written music lets me touch fingers with the likes of Johann Sebastian Bach & that sorcerer's apprentice Jimmy Page. The secrets of the Universe are written in astral scrolls. I am so grateful my ancestors wrote them down. I am grateful I have eyes that see. I am reading the meaning. MAPS & MUSIC

TREE OF LIFE

The tree stood in the garden. The real question asked of our ancestors....  Will you eat of the fruit? Can you choose? Do you choose to become human? Are you not so glad we choose to know. Many avatars have come to us. The last great avatar had to be killed for us to get it. Nailed to a tree. The next great avatar is coming to us. He is very close. He may even be with us now. Have no fear. This time there will be no nails. No hanging from no tree. Just the great beautiful Tree of Stars. The Tree of Life. The Tree of Breathing Life. The Tree.

CRY WOLF

There are several species alive on Earth who are as evolved & intelligent as the Humans who know. They are certainly more noble & more connected than we are. On my list: the Raven, the Whale, the Shark, the Jaguar, the Owl, the Parrot, the Raptor ( all of 'em). You can add to your list if you know others. Top of the list for me is the Wolf. If you belong to the clan Wolf. If you have seen a wolf in the wild. If you are in awe of my brother & sister Wolves, you know. The arrogance of the Human is & will be our downfall. Listen to the cry of the Wolf. Listen close. Listen. For those who have ears..... HEAR!