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 …
How often is the phrase in another life used when a situation doesn’t either manifest in our everyday life or, if it does, it doesn’t work out? There are so many occasions when I’ve heard these words spoken or used them myself. It would be in 2014 that I was able to see how this was a …
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 …
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 …
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 …
Rahm’s mother I tapped the table with her fingers then focused on me intently. “A woman’s power lies in her womb.” She said. Her tone was gentle, but strong, and in my state of being I was completely entranced. “Her womb is a sacred site on her body. If someone enters this sacred site without …
The connection between Kirsten and I blossomed, and our intimacy took on a fearlessness that only deep trust in one another could allow. She was an English Rose, her skin tanned by the Australian sun, her mind open to all possibilities that presented themselves even if they took her out of her comfort zone. Her …
Leaving Port Douglas in early November 1997, I wondered if my life could become any more interesting. My time there felt like a waking dream. Reality seemed malleable, a thought or feeling able to change an experience in any given moment, and it often did, instantly. Port Douglas was a playground for me in 1997, …