The Strands of My Soul. How We Live Many Lives Simultaneously.

With the deepening awareness of conscious awakening and the unfolding understanding that comes from a life of sobriety and integration, I have found many concepts that have been tossed around by authors (myself included) to hold truths. There is no doubt that we tap into the subconscious when we authors channel our literary dances into prose and …

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Vancouver. A Love Story. A Tragedy. A Sonnet. Part Seven: Addiction Affliction.

Addiction has been a huge part of my life experience. In earnest, addiction was for me a form of coping with trauma, boredom and often subjugating unexpressed emotion. When I was at Otago University, in Dunedin, alcoholism (which has history on my father’s side of the family) became my coping mechanism as I began to …

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Vancouver. A Love Story, A Tragedy, A Sonnet. Part Six: Suzanne. A Psychic, A Comedian, A Friend.

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 …

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Vancouver. A Love Story. A Tragedy. A Sonnet. Part Four: Ghost Dance.

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 …

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Vancouver. A Love Story, A Tragedy, A Sonnet. Part Three: Sex & Drugs and Rock n Roll.

I worked as a Personal Assistant for Suzanne Castonguay from August 1999 – May 2001. To her, I was an open book. She knew my life story the moment I walked through her door to build her the closet with Charlie. Her psychic abilities were extraordinary, and her insights into my downfall were relayed to …

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Vancouver. A Love Story, A Tragedy, A Sonnet. Part Two : No Pain, No Gain.

The feeling of helplessness that filled the later part of 1999 was suspended by the kindness of the fellow travellers that I met in Kitsilano and the burgeoning friendships I made with a group of people from Point Grey and Kitsilano. The then occupants of West 10th and Macdonald (in 1999 the house was two …

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The Hypogeum of Hal Saflieni. A Later Date Temple Beautiful? Or A Slaughterhouse?

The other night I was watching one of my favourite comedy shows, Ancient Aliens, where the presenters chock up all kinds of terrestrial occurrences to off-world civilisations, some ridiculous, others completely ridiculous. They never mention the high civilisations that existed in previous epochs or ages, the most familiar to most people being Atlantis and Lemuria, nor …

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Vancouver. A Love Story, A Tragedy, A Sonnet. Part One : Don’t Go Breaking My Heart.

In August 1999 I boarded a plane bound for Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada from Bangkok. I had been travelling around what was once called Indochina, that being the countries, Cambodia, Vietnam, and Laos for around eight weeks on a very tight budget, but had enough money left over to either take me west, to India, …

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