I’ve been having this reoccurring sensation; a feeling that the reality I experience as my waking life is really a dream that I am…
Let’s say all that is, all at once is God and we are 4dimensional cross sections of that absolute perceiving itself subjectively through a…
I had a conversation with a friend a little while ago about the social effects religion sometimes has on a person. She had described…
As I began to deepen my investigation into external reality as being a multitude of symbols that represent my inner being, strange things began…
An insight opened during a solo trip through a winter wanderland that was the March Full Moon in Calgary.
On my 25th birthday I went on a journey with 3 friends…
I wrote this poem on my 25th birthday, as a gift to myself. Turns out it was really a gift to everyone.
I wrote this poem while living in a Tree house built into a bamboo thatch on a permaculture farm just outside of Pai, Thailand
I may be an indeterminate light entity, existing in infinity …
The days passing have been not unlike the wind in the leaves. Appearing before me as a shimmering flux of beauty and light, Holding…
This poem was written after a night of experimentation with Ketamine, pastels and good friends. Ketamine provides strange and interesting experiences, but I`m not sure it does much more for you then that.
I woke from my dream this morning on account of the soft light coming in through my basement window. The gold of the rising…
As we walked off the porch and in through the Front door, he turned to me speaking in words, as I understood with inner…