This is my life. All of the various aspects, everything I've learned, everything I've gotten right, and everything I've gotten wrong. Hopefully, you will find something of interest to you amid the myriad of interests and experiences contained with in. One promise to you dear reader; truth above all else. I will not gloss over anything. Only from honest and openness can we learn from each other. Just a brief introduction to me, since you will learn more about me in this blog than you probably care to know, and hopefully along the way, learn about yourselves as well. I'm a scholar, with a wide range of interests; an artist (the cover picture is a self portrait in pastel), I'm a writer of short stories, poetry, and academic writing, I have an odd mix of left/right brain development, so I also have a passion for research, statistical and data analysis. I'm a good listener and an inexhaustible talker (as I'm sure you will see). I am honest, direct, compassionate, generous, emotional, inquisitive and stubborn. I love to argue. I've been a lucid dreamer since I was very young. I know some tricks to help you learn to lucid dream, well worth the effort. What follows will probably be as scattered and haphazard as my restless mind. Things I think need to be said. Short Stories, poetry. Political and social commentary. Whatever is on my mind. Lately I've been studying Jung's theory of synchronicity, and all of the way the phenomenon has manifested itself in my life, especially in my writing, music, and personal relationships. Maybe together we can find an answer to what exactly synchronicity is. So, comment, don't comment, consider, don't consider, read, don't read, but if you comment, be honest, add to the conversation. I won't tolerate prejudices or ignorance of any kind and I will blast you, so tread lightly.  So and just a quick aside, anyone selling you that snake oil that they can teach you to lucid dream, or meditate yourself to wealth, are full of "you know what" and know nothing about "enlightenment".  Getting in touch with the nature of reality is not finding a magic pic number to a cosmic ATM.  There's already a link on this page to one of those sites, ignore it.

I’m torn apart,

But I’m not angry.
I sing to them from across the field
I know my place,
but I’m still lonely.
I lay in the grass and draw their big smiling faces,
But they don’t see me,
They don’t hear me,
The song too loud
The faces reflected too proud.
But I know my place.
Someday I’ll know my name.
Someday.
Cross-legged I watch the clouds drift
Like me
I dream of a hand brushing lightly across my shoulder
In passing, always in passing
Like the drifting clouds
And their shadows that I chase till I fall down, breathless, laughing.
All like a dream I’ve yet to have,
But I’m not angry
I’m much too busy catching them before they fall
Such a bother, like children lost in the dark
I follow their laughter to find them
Before they slip away again.
Out of sight, out of mind
It makes me laugh
But I’m not angry
And these aren’t tears
I know my place
I know my time
I know loneliness, it covers me like morning rime
But I’m not angry
And these aren’t tears
Cause once in a while
He comes by to hold me up
He holds me up
For a moment
Then like the cloud drifting by
A familiar hand across my shoulder
For a moment
Then the shadow of the cloud passes
Racing across the field, I chase them, till I fall
Breathlessly laughing
Tears in my eyes
But I’m not angry
Cause I know every word
See every color
Hear every tone
And I know it won’t be long
The sun will rise
And I won’t have to sing alone.
I’m not angry
I’m torn apart
I’m grateful
I’m ready.

Let’s begin.