I’ve often wondered what it would be like to live my life all over again and make different decisions with the foreknowledge of what my life would look like if I had ‘turned left’ instead of right. I’ve fantasized about transplanting my present moment consciousness into a younger age with the full wisdom and personal …
The summer of 1996/1997 was one of the most formative of my life experience thus far. It culminated in my venturing to the Festival of Possibilities in March 1997, and it was here that I would meet perhaps the most important woman of my life (once again, thus far). Annette was sitting with her partner at the …
I had never heard of David Dubyne until my friend Bryce sent me the bitchute clip of Dubyne from 2019 where he did a presentation explaining the reason why he began to look into the galactic cycles of our solar system, and the movement of Birkeland currents throughout the solar system, galaxy and beyond when …
It’s a cliche that you hear in movies, poems, and songs If I had known then, what I know now, would I have taken the job with Suzanne Castonguay when she said, “You’re going to work for me”, I am at a loss to say yes or no. Without being dramatic, there is so much about …
The hues radiating from the horizon were pulsing as if the ocean was on fire and these were flames caught in a wind. The first stars began to appear behind me as I looked over my shoulder towards the stage on the small paddock next to the beach. People were dancing, and moving around, the …
The use of the phrase welcome home is splashed around the phenomena called Burner culture, or Burning Man when you enter the playa or the paddock (if you’re going to Kiwiburn) but I feel that it is more appropriate for this festival for it changed the landscape of the festival culture in this country like no festival …
I remained glued on the spot where I stood until the women broke out into Waiata (a song used to commemorate a special occasion for the Mauri people), and then I slowly turned and walked away back through the forest and down the hill to the sound of the women singing echoing through the forest. …
I don’t remember the date that I first encountered the disembodied in 2785 West 10th and Macdonald. I do remember the first being that I saw there was a shadow being that strode out of Eryn’s room and went towards the wall that separated the downstairs flat from upstairs. Where there had once been a door (and …
(This a is story from the mid-1990s when I was living in the Tasman Bay region picking apples in the late summer… a wondrous and wild story) It was a beautiful day in Tasman Bay when I strolled into the garden at Gabby’s home and found Kiriana sitting and drinking tea. She knew that I …