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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Transmutation Through Creative Expression. How I Became the Men in All my Novels. Healing The Shadow by Writing About my Ancestral Wounds. Part Two.

As the unravelling of Entwined had almost come to its bittersweet ending I brought Pablo Wairua into the fold. This young mestizo (I don’t consider that terminology as derogative) man was the embodiment of the traditional Pacific cultures coursing through my veins. My father’s father’s mother was Taranaki Maori and my father’s mother was Samoan, …

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Why Walking the Line Between Shadow and Soul Makes You a Poultice For Transmutation and a Menace to the Unconscious.

Since I decided to take my awareness into my heart and move into life from this point of attention I have encountered some of the worst behaviour from what Bill Hicks called ‘fevered egos’ daily. Personal development and growth aren’t lost on me as I see these challenges as opportunities. Everyone who has gaslit me …

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Contactee, Consciously Creative, Visionary. My Spiritual Awakening That Lead me to Write. Part Two : Annette Lion, Aladdin and Activation.

Annette and I left New Zealand in May 1999 for Melbourne, her hometown. When I got on the plane to go to Australia my gut immediately told me that the journey she was taking to Germany to do Zentherapy (a form of deep tissue work) was not my path but hers. It was devastating for …

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Integration and Assimilation. A Continuing Process Made Real.

It’s been an age since I’ve blogged, and with good reason. The process of assimilation of what has been changing, leaving, manifesting, anchoring into my being, my heart, my life experience has been so intense that I needed to simply be grounded in action. There is a Gurdjieff methodology to how I was to integrate into the …

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