Hello friends – I know it is pretentious of me to assume the total number of you actually reading this in real time as I publish, but I digress …..

Interesting reconnecting with old friends tonight. We talked of common tales of mysticism, world heritage, divinity and all that. I was explaining my backwards theory of how all of pop culture talks about remembering our past – a great and glorious time of wisdom and oneness we squandered – my theory points to our current schooling – we have not yet earned the privilege of such things until we have at least lost some. How all of our collective abductions, and hauntings are messages not of what was, but what will be, trying to non-power assist – steer us off the beaten track to a far more rewarding, however rocky path of true wisdom: We know nothing, we understand nothing, and never will, until we release ego from the equation and accept things as they are.

Deep thoughts for a shallow gene pool.

If by my actions, my children have a wiser path to tread, my job, my life counts. It is less about me than that child i will never meet who enjoys the richness of a universe that is possibility, not separate or alien, but is the being that thinks it, feels it, breathes it. A perfect outcome to our tragedy and strife, our sorrow and indignity. We are evolving towards God, not outside of it, or beyond it.

Wisps and smoke and shadows in the corner of the room are reminders of our infinity – voices and touch – all ways in which we keep ourhigher selves ever vigilant, ever mindful of the unspoken path before us

I feel as if my brain cracks anew, fresh with blood and light at each days break. The more i learn, the less i actually know. But the greater i am for it. It is no longer about me.

Where do you want to go today?

Freshly Squeezed Thoughts ……

Ok, so lately i have been ruminating over exposing myself more. Not in the way you might be wishing, but more to the elements of the paranormal.

Very frustrating, you see, because though i’ve had mere snippets here and there, i can’t say as i’ve had anything of any real concrete value happen to me. And like the illustrious and oft misunderstood Fox Mulder, I too want to Believe. I think i do believe, but would like proof of some kind to share, rather than to convince myself.

As i sit here writing, i reflect on a conversation i had earlier this morning with my oldest son – today is his eighth birthday – about the subject. I would love to sooth his questioning mind with real answers, but it is impossible, just as i can’t give him a solid argument for religion. He is a scientist by nature – dissecting inferring, exploring – and so logical conclusions are something old hat to him. Encouraging him to let go of that mind set a little, and to accept what is as what is is a challenge.

Soon i will be joining friends as part of a ghost hunting group – we’ll see if that draws out anything – and i’ll diligently attempt to catalog my thoughts – freshly squeezed or canned – depends on the day, i guess.


So if you find yourself here, it’s cause the Improbability Drive has kicked in, and drop kicked you into this dimension.

No, seriously, wait for it. It’s really funny.

So likely, it most cases, I am one of sixteen hundred billion people who typey type away their time, pouring soul and breath into the little animated boxes on their desks. And I suddenly realized how much effort this actually is.

Am I up for this?

Hello world!

So I’ve tried Hg2g, I’ve tried Blogger. I find myself here. I am a writer by nature, by heart, but not by habit. No excuse justifies the lack of usage for my poor, down trodden vocabulary. I think I am just in the right head space now. Age? Kids? Maybe, but more likely just a burning, tense need to unload.

Mostly it is the time that hinders me. Or more accurately, it’s passing. Far too rapidly. My oldest son is celebrating his eighth birthday this weekend coming. I am somewhat taken aback at how quickly it all flew by. So, if for nothing else than him, and his siblings, I commit myself to sit down, shut up, and write.