And the band played on

December 21, 2012 has come and gone and we’re still here, still standing, still going strong like I always suspected.  I mean the whole 2012-thing was a cottage industry in itself. The Mayan Riviera in Mexico was apparently booked solid since last year. New Age hot spots like Sedona and Mount Shasta had 2012 conventions and conferences and spiritual gatherings going on, (none of it cheap, might I add).
I wonder what those people who were convinced that something epic was going to happen are feeling and thinking now. No doubt, the New Age shysters have gone back to the drawing board and are probably working on a new date already.
Like some of the prophecies and videos I’ve previously posted on, while I do think there is no denying the fact that an energetic shift is underway, this whole idea of endpoints and specific days always struck me as bit contrived. Rather it’s really about an ongoing process which operates on 2 congruent and concurrent levels, the microcosm (i.e when we work on ourselves) and the macrocosm (the cosmic truth vibrations, Kali Yuga ending etc.). I think the real transformation is going to happen when the 2 converge.
I’ve been due for a retreat for awhile now so I figured this Mayan Calendar  event was as good a time as any to head out of town, and give myself a few days in a log cabin deep in the Canadian wilderness with nothing but books to read, a crackling fireplace beside me and the sound of a running stream several feet away from me. Some time to regroup, rethink and relax before the real holiday madness took over.
I discovered a place, not far from the Vermont border, in Quebec’s Eastern Townships, the panhandle into the Appalachian mountains, called Mont-Elan. Nestled in a beautiful valley, where gold was once mined (you can still pan for gold in the stream), the presence of gold and evergreen trees right away alerted me that there has to be some high-frequency energy going on there so after checking out the website, booked myself a tiny cabin there. They also have yurts, Wifi tee-pee’s, prospector tents and larger chalets. I couldn’t help but think that in the summer, this would be a fantastic place to hold a yoga retreat.
Mongolian-inspired yurts have become VERY popular camping and holiday rentals in recent years in Quebec.

Mongolian-inspired yurts have become VERY popular camping and holiday rentals in recent years in Quebec.

I was not disappointed. Hiking through the snow-covered forest, with clean country air, mountain spring water streams, being in such a pure environment with nothing but me and my thoughts, and having very little with me, no phone, no laptop, no distractions , no TV, just a futon bed, a table, a microwave, a small butane cooker, a wood-burning stove which heat up the cabin in no time, water and food to last me a few days, it really hit home that you don’t need much to live on.
Aside from throwing another log into the fire, making simple meals, drinking my morning tea by the stream, just reading and ruminating over my books were my biggest worries.

The stream at the foot of my cabin. BTW, where is Mr. Tumnus?

As I had posted earlier, Father Henry, the Catholic exorcist priest who I have been conversing with, lent me two tomes on the discernment of spirits. In essence when to know when some third party influence is trying to screw you up or help you and if that third party is bad guy or a good guy. Now, before I go on, I just want to make it clear I’m not a Catholic and not someone who is into proselytizing. I do however, have no problem picking up teachings to add to my own bag of tricks, even if it’s one line, regardless of what spiritual tradition it comes from, just as long as it works for me and helps me on my way. A “Take what you need and leave the rest” philosophy suits me fine.
The books are based on the teachings of St. Ignatius Loyola, the founder of the Jesuit order. Jesuits, in case you did not know have a very storied and in some cases, sinister history since they have always been considered to be the Catholic Church’s “Commandos”. They were usually the first ones to go into new territories (and haul everything back to the Vatican Library and archives and God only knows the amazing secrets that are still hiding there). St. Ignatius’s writings are extremely dense and difficult to decipher, unless you’re in theological studies or in seminary. The books I received are much easier and are more accessible interpretations of the original work and I might add, extremely helpful. Whether you want to call them demons, reptilians, archons, djinns, the books pretty much give you a 14-point plan tool-kit to figure out what might be influencing you and your thinking at any given moment.
It's all about balancing the inner world with the outer one.

It’s all about balancing the inner world with the outer one.

This reminds me a lot of the interior work I usually cover in yoga within my own practice, when you ask yourself ‘Where is this coming from?” “What is causing this?” with *this* being a particular feeling, a sudden change of heart, a source of discomfort or even pain. To Ignatius’ credit, he is extremely logical and Spock-like in his laying out of the facts and to those of you who already do a lot of interior work, this is a very helpful guide. For those of you who have never done this sort of work, it’s a great primer.
The 14 points are quite lengthy and the bulk of the book were examples to illustrate those points and there is a lot of Catholic jargon but it all of it boils down to this:
When you do something, when you say something, when you act in any given situation, what are you feeling either behind the motivation or afterwards? Ignatius points out when you ask most people that question, they usually are so disconnected from themselves or in such a reactive state, that the answer is usually either “Nothing” or “I don’t know” and *this* is precisely the biggest danger because if you don’t know what you’re feeling, then it makes it all the more difficult to understand the origin of those feelings and thoughts.
When you do or say something, does it make you feel happy? Free? Warm inside? Open? At peace? Serene? What about when you’ve made a decision on something? Is there churning in the stomach? Do you feel unsettled? Some restriction in you? Tightness? Fear? Anger? Wound up? Your answer will tell you what and where it’s really coming from in origin. Which outcome will bring you to a place of peace? Which outcome leaves a sticky residue of some sort? Ignatius also points out that the burden of responsibility in figuring this stuff out falls on each individual, no counsellor, therapist, priest, pastor or deacon can tell you what you’re feeling. Only you can.
What does all this have to do with the Ascension process? Ignatius’ discernment of spirits has implications to it. He points out that ultimately the spiritual life is the one which will give you true freedom in the long run (I don’t agree with his interpretation of a “spiritual life” since it’s based a medieval, patriarchal form of Catholicism but I get what he’s saying. To each their own.)
Regarding Ascension, truth be told I think it’s already happened and like Ignatius’ question on feelings, it also comes down to this question? Do you want to follow a spiritual, more fluid path or a materialistic path with regimented rules and laws to follow? People who have chosen the spiritual path have a head start in some ways, they are going to have an easier time riding that shift. The ones who are on a materialistic path and decide to go deeper on that path are going to have a rougher ride as this shift continues and these newer energies become more pronounced.  This shift is about unveiling the truth and the movement towards spirit. As any teaching will tell you, we’re spirit or consciousness in flesh. We’re just trying to go back to our real state
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Introspection is OUT, Outrospection is IN

I watched this RSA animate video the other day highlighting the ideas of philosopher Roman Krznaric.

I had never heard of Krznaric before and found out that “He is a founding faculty member of The School of Life in London, which offers instruction and inspiration on the important questions of everyday life, and advises organisations including Oxfam and the United Nations on using empathy and conversation to create social change.” according to his website.

British philosopher Roman Krznaric

British philosopher Roman Krznaric

He’s written some interesting titles like “How to Find Fulfilling Work” and the “The Wonderbox”.

I enjoyed the RSA animate not only because of it’s use of ideas inspired from Star Trek (total Trekkie in case you hadn’t noticed) but because it defines and vocalizes something which I have always sort-of suspected and felt but never really put to words myself.

Read any spiritual primer, whether that is anchored in New Age-ism, traditionally based in religion, self-help, psychology and the usual call has always been to “Look within”.

Too much navel-gazing can make anyone sick...

Too much navel-gazing can make anyone sick and lead to …


In all honesty, after having to sit in in group therapy sessions while working as a spiritual caregiver in a trauma unit, or hanging out with a bunch of narcissistic yogis, “look within” usually translates into excessive navel-gazing or someone using spirituality to be an out-and-out attention whore. It’s not that I have any discomfort doing so, but somehow, there’s a limit. Go over that limit, and it all suddenly feels heavy, dark, insipid, like you’re wallowing in quick sand, either your’s or someone else’s.



On the other hand, I actually learn far more about myself and the world by getting out there in the world itself. All those little details which makes different cultures and places unique, the kind of stuff you can’t get out of a Lonely Planet travel guide, how you react when you’re confronted with the mysterious “Other”, how you deal with things which are diametrically different from what you’re used to, in my experience has taught me far more about myself than any book from Eckhart Tolle.

I learned more about cooking curry properly *this* way than any stupid recipe book could offer.

I learned more about cooking curry properly *this* way than any stupid Food Channel show could offer.

The RSA animate cites George Orwell as an example, how he came from a privileged background but went out tramping in order to understand British society and the lives of people living in the margins of society and how it ended up enriching his life in so many ways afterwards, most importantly, in increasing his empathy towards others.


Orwell at the typewriter. Interesting dude.

Orwell at the typewriter. Interesting dude.

I’m not advocating that people go out and become tramps, but it reminds me of that character Larry Darrel in W. Somerset Maugham’s fantastic book, “The Razor’s Edge”, how Larry turned his back on a life of assured privilege in Chicago to go loaf about the world and find meaning in life that way.

Fantastic read!

Fantastic read!

Outrospection also solidifies another argument for me; far too many spiritual “teachers” have cut short the wanderlust of far too many spiritual seekers, claiming that they are trying to escape from their responsibilities, problems and present life, without truly understanding that it may actually be a part of their personhood that they learn best by going out there and doing and exploring (There are many who do use travel as escapism, but it’s not the case for everyone).


I say figure out what resonates best with you, introspection or outrospection and then run with it.

Hit the road, Jack!

Hit the road, Jack!

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Cheap Color Therapy

Does your daily commute look like this?

The dismal commute in.

Do you notice something?
Montreal has officially entered winter this past weekend with our first slight snowfall.  So our 6 months of hard winter has started and it basically means hardly any daylight or sunlight, going to work in the dark and coming home in the dark. After watching people closely one thing I have noticed in “developed countries” is the complete lack of color in people’s lives here.

How much variety in color do you see here? How much can you expect to revitalize your eyes and vision by seeing these same colors all the time? Is anyone talking to each other?

Everyone is wearing black or navy blue, maybe a bit of red or green or yellow here and there, but by and large when I look at commuters on my daily ride into work on the subway (or metro as we call it) everyone looks like some black mole ready to bury themselves into the ground. I am convinced this monochrome existence also has some sort of effect on people’s psyches.
Even if you go into “fashionable circles”, those persons who work in the fashion industry as insiders, everyone is dressed up in black, gray or monotonous, neutral colors.

Fashion “insiders” – what a lively lot.

This is in contrast to what I grew up with, with periodic family visits back to India and Bangladesh.  The legendary editor of Vogue magazine, noted fashionista, Diana Vreeland once said that the navy blue of India was hot pink and it’s not difficult to see why.

Rickshaw jam in Dhaka, Bangladesh

Festival of Holi, India – the Festival of Color

The various color dyes, everyone throws at each other during Holi

Ladies in the village…

Ladies at home…

Ladies in town…

This didn’t hit me until I was living in Turkey and visited the ancient Greek ruins in Turkey and Greece.  The sunlight in the Southern Mediterranean, in the smaller islands and far from the cities, is completely unfiltered, the sky is an unbelievable shade of blue on most days.

Afrodisias, Turkey

When you walk among the ruins, nothing will prepare you for the pure, blindness you’ll experience as that pure sunlight hits the white marble. It’s not difficult to see what inspired all those ancient Greek philosophers. They took that clear light and vision and then directed that gaze on to themselves and the world around them, allowing them to question everything.

What do you think inspired the likes of Socrates?

I think that’s why I love that part of the world so much, the purity and simplicity of colors, the fuchsia of bougainvillea, the blinding white-washed houses and courtyards, the blue of the sky and water.

Samos, Greece

 I also noticed something else in these colorful parts of the world; people are less depressed, they’re generally more open, less hung up on themselves, everyone’s out walking around, old sassy grandmothers who will chat you up in an instant.

Elderly Greek grandmothers and widowers still yield a lot of influence in villages and local neighborhoods.

Everyone goes on about how great developed nations are, but I somehow don’t always see it. The monochrome color palate in some ways colors a lot of other things here as well.  It affects people’s vision, it affects the way they look at the world, and even, I hazard to say, the way they think. Technicolor may have been developed for the screen in Hollywood but for many, living in Technicolor is still a long way off…
I think I need to go back soon.
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Fortitude doesn’t come in a leather purse on Black Friday

Stuart Wilde wrote a fantastic piece a few days ago on his blog on emotional and spiritual fortitude:

As you go quietly amid the waste and you are still and you release your fear of death, a huge shift takes place, but one other thing has to happen for you to acquire real fortitude, real silent power. You have to give up on your desire for foppish things, the act of striving and wanting things of little value that cause you to lean forward etherically, all of which destroy the integrity of your power. The man or woman that wants nothing from life is in control of self, they have no yearning or needs that they can’t easily and quietly fulfill for themselves, so their stand in Zen way at one and at peace with themselves and with all things.

Once you have settled your mind into a quiet acceptance, a reconciliation that says you are happy with what you have and your circumstances right now (even if they are not a good as they could be), and once you are not struggling with circumstances, then a celestial calm descends upon you and that calm will intensify as time progresses. But you have to stand straight etherically and not get sucked into situations that are untenable or emotionally fraught.

 – Stuart Wilde

What Stuie is writing about here is about mature acceptance and letting go of things to allow the Universe do it’s own thing, that elusive quality which seems to belong to the realm of wise men and women, a quality which has increasingly become as endangered as the Bengal tiger in our day and age.

Attachment is a real bitch and very often striving to want certain things means that the second you get it, you generally don’t want it anymore or end up ignoring it.

Who hasn’t lusted after someone and years later, in hindsight you realized it would have been a disaster to hook up with them?

I wonder how many ladies from the 1950’s freaked out when Rock Hudson came out and eventually died from AIDS.

What girl hasn’t bugged her mom for a certain doll or dress and the moment she gets it, all it does is gather dust sitting in her closet?

Cabbage Patch Kids – remember these?

How many people struggle their whole lives to buy a house with a backyard and driveway and never end up enjoying their property? How many empty swimming pools gurgle away idly in suburban backyards?

How many holiday homes sit empty during long summer weekends? How many marriages are there which are the products of intense physical infatuation or obsession but end up becoming relationships of convenience where the partners end up taking each other for granted or worse?

The late Playboy bunny Dorothy Stratten and her pimp/husband/manager Paul Snider who murdered her.


Remember that TV show from the early 1980’s called “Fantasy Island”? People would go to this strange island to have their fantasies fulfilled to only realize in the end that the fantasy was far more preferable to the reality of the situation. “May all your wishes be granted” was considered to be a curse in ancient China and for good reason. It displays an acute and deep understanding of human nature, of how fickle and changeable it is and how transient it’s interests are.

Even as a kid, I thought this was one creepy show…

Sometimes when I day dream, I think about what I’d do if I suddenly won the mega millions lottery and was freed from work and could pursue a life of leisure. I’d probably buy a wicked cool apartment in Paris, probably in the 16th arrondissment or Montmartre, with a rooftop garden,  

I could get used to this…

a simple summer cottage in either Stromboli, Patmos or Malta surrounded by lemon and blood orange trees and bougainvillea bushes, near a beach where I can go snorkeling or diving everyday,

That works.


…probably go back to school and do graduate work at some fabulous ancient European university like the SorbonneHeidelberg or Bologna in disciplines which are interesting in themselves  like film studies, religious studies or comparative literature and go on crazy road trips to explore this amazing planet, like getting a sturdy Land Rover with a travel partner and go driving from Amsterdam to India or from Alaska to Argentina or from Istanbul to Vladivostok and take our sweet time doing it.

Who wants to travel overland in this across Central Asia?…

Maybe learn a few more languages, learn to play the piano,  learn to dance the tango, take sailing lessons. A few pugs, yoga and Pilates everyday, maybe a plus-one who could pass for Michael Fassbender’s twin (he can stick around as long as he doesn’t bother me too much).

…with him?

 I’d probably end up giving most of it away or set up a few walk-in clinics built for little girls in places where little girls are having a particularly hard time.

I know, it sounds pretentious but I also know that probably within 3-5 years, I’d be bored stiff and looking around for something else to do. It’s easy to see why the kids of the uber-wealthy and famous usually end up as basket-cases. When you never have to worry about wanting something and things are there for the taking, you’ re naturally going to look for the next big thrill to take away the boredom. Like any serious traveler will tell you, it’s the journey itself which counts, the destination is what keeps you going. The wishing is the best part.

On a more practical level, today is Black Friday. The day where you see the worst in human beings as their inner materialist demon comes out to play. It’s far worse in the States where people go straight from Thanksgiving dinner and head out to Walmart or the mall to huddle in line-ups the whole night long in order to stampede through the store the next  morning and stock up on stuff they don’t really need with money they don’t really have.  It has unfortunately spilled over into Canada.

Dude slept outside a Bestbuy in his tent.

I’ve been on the market looking for a decent, but  stylish winter coat, one that I can wear a few years and one of my favorite stores, m0851 are having their sample sale this weekend. This is a very high-end retailer and a place which I shop at sparingly, but to their credit , all their stuff is made in Canada and not China, the quality is amazing and their leather goods last for years and with their simple but streamlined designs, don’t go out of fashion quickly. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to at least go and have a look. If I found something, great, if I didn’t, so what?

Big mistake.


Doors opened at 9am, I was there at 8:30am and the line-up already went around the block. By the time I got in, it was pandemonium everywhere. There is seriously nothing worse that being jostled and trying to find your way through a store with hundreds of crazed women of all ages, pushing and shoving their way through in order to get a leather bag or wallet. At one point, I just stood at the side and watched people closely. People would take pictures on their iphone and wait for responses from friends to buy or not. I saw one woman with at least 10 giant leather bags hanging from her. People would be checking themselves out in the mirror and buying the most inappropriate styles. No clue. It was a vulgarfest. People looked ugly.

You have to give up on your desire for foppish things, the act of striving and wanting things of little value that cause you to lean forward etherically, all of which destroy the integrity of your power.

Without even rummaging or pushing anyone, I found  a perfect coat, hanging in a lonely corner, paid and left. Sometimes all you need to do is put out into the Universe what you really need and then let it go on automatic pilot. Life is a lot easier and far more pleasant when you do stand straight up, and let things come to you instead of you chasing after it all the time. And that could apply to a coat, a house, a lover or your dreams.


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BadAss Central

Uruguay, like Albania, Turkish Northern Cyprus and Malta strikes me as a great place to retire to and go my mind my own business and retreat from the world (and in case of a WWIII, that’s exactly where I’ll be headed). Great climate, remote beaches (Punta Del Este is where the South American jet set party in December and January), leftist government, friendly and quiet locals, low cost of living.

A typical Punta beach

From what I understand, you can live like a king  on $1000 a month while $700 a month  with get you by with no discomfort at all.  Uruguay also has the best seaside grill restaurant on Earth (badass foodie, Anthony Bourdain raves about Uruguay).

I recently came across an article which many of the alternative news outlets and conspiracy websites have picked up in the last few days, about “The Poorest President in the World”.

He is Uruguayan president, José “Pepe” Mujica, a former guerrilla fighter, turned-flower-farmer who gives away 90% on his income and claims his aging Volkswagen Beetle as his only asset. He’s been shot at 6 times, spent 14 years in prison, two of which were at the bottom of a well. That makes him a true badass. On top of that he recently legalized marijuana in Uruguay. He’s a vegetarian atheist with no kids.


El Presidente, Jose Mujica on his farm, with his 3-legged dog

“I’m called ‘the poorest president’, but I don’t feel poor. Poor people are those who only work to try to keep an expensive lifestyle, and always want more and more,” he says. This is a matter of freedom. If you don’t have many possessions then you don’t need to work all your life like a slave to sustain them, and therefore you have more time for yourself,” he says. I may appear to be an eccentric old man… But this is a free choice.”

Mujica,  reminds me of another non-materialist, Daniel Suelo aka “The Man Who Quit Money”, a desert freegan who lives in the Utah wilderness near Moab and the subject of the best-seller with the same title.

Suelo, at his home.

“You pay a prostitute to “make love” to you. You know the act is not real, you know that neither you nor the prostitute is being real. You’re paying for illusion. It’s artificial love. The “love” is an idea, not a reality. We all know deep down that we can only love and be loved out of purely free will – spontaneous, free, unpaid for. Love cannot exist any other way. If it is not free it is not real. If you stop paying the prostitute, that isn’t going to make her love you, either. You must first love her and she must first love you, so that the idea of you paying her becomes totally revolting. This is why I am not for the abolishment of money. Money is not the evil, it is our not being Real, illusion, that is evil. Money itself is not real, but only a belief, an illusion.  
Now extend this principle of prostitution to every particle in the universe. Do you let things (anything !) come your way naturally, freely, spontaneously, or do you have to pay to make what you want happen?You prowl the dark streets forever chasing desire never fulfilled. You become the cynic, and your beliefs in the universe are self-fulfilling. All occurrences and people become untrustworthy in your self-fulfilling prophecy.”

Guys like this make my head spin, mostly because they are so far removed from the mainstream in their outlook and so pure in their vision that it gives me hope for the human race, that there are still outposts of intelligent, genuine, authentic and original life left on Earth. (Yes, I admit it, I’m a little cynical these days…)

Which leads me to the title of this post…

badass : (US, slang) A person whose extreme attitudes, behavior or appearance are considered admirable.

Being a badass is considered cool these days, and in an attempt to come across as a badass, you now see phonies either trying to buy their badassery or mimic being a badass, like any number of Hollywood starlets trying to revive sagging careers or pop music artists trying to capture their badassery of yesteryear, which has since disappeared.

Lady, please learn to age gracefully!

What guys like Mujica and Suelo show is that being a badass means:

1) Work on a badass mindset.

Think the way you want to think, don’t change your opinions to suit others.

Katherine Hepburn, skate-boarding well into her 60’s.

2) Be Brave.

This means saying and doing things which go against the current, even if no one agrees with you or you can be killed for saying it.

Dietrich Bonhoeffer, German pastor who told Hitler where he could stick it.

3) Don’t let anything or anyone stand in your way.

That also includes the CIA.

Che Guevara, outfoxed the CIA and American operatives for years.

4) Stay in the right.

Think and say things which are the morally right things to do and say, don’t give two cents what others think.

Noam Chomsky’s biggest motivation is moral outrage.

5) Be real.

The enigmatic Greta Garbo, in her later years, long after she left film.
“See Mom, no plastic surgery!”

6) Have a no-nonsense style.

Don’t read Vogue or GQ. You won’t find badassery there. Make up your own.

Lemmy, from Motorhead, the one and only. A true original.

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Rock and Redemption – Neil Peart of RUSH

I have to admit this upfront: I am not a fan of Prog(ressive) Rock.

It’s music from the generation before me and it was and is a genre which I never really connected with. I guess if you were in your 20’s during the 1970’s, and “Pink Floyd“, “Emerson, Lake and Palmer”, “Genesis“, “YES”, “The Moody Blues” were on heavy rotation at your local rock radio station then it’s to be expected that would be part of your musical soundscape. Canadian rock band RUSH, would no doubt be a part of that soundscape.

l to r: Neil Peart, Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson

So growing up, I guess you can say that I just lumped RUSH in with the rest of those bands and never really paid much attention to them. That changed one night while watching BookTV, one of those pretentious literature shows where editors from New York and English professors sit down and dissect books and discuss the merits of some obscure title and the works of people like Salman Rushdie or Bruce Chatwin ( I know, I’m weird ).

That night they were discussing musical autobiographies and “Ghost Rider: Travels on the Healing Road” by RUSH’s drummer extraordinaire Neil Peart (not “Purt” but “Pee-urt) suddenly came up. I was extremely surprised and became insanely curious after it was unanimous among this Upper West Side literati set that this was one fantastic and eye-opening read. I would never have guessed that A) they read those kinds of books and B) they even knew who Neil Peart was.

A fantastic read.

So I rushed over to my local library and got the book and read it cover to cover in a matter of days.

Reader, I was floored. Not only was I floored, I suddenly went out and starting listening to RUSH with a new ear and realized there’s a reason why Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson and Neil Peart are considered musical geniuses among the music geek set.

Neil is also an intensely private man, most of it due to shyness and is someone who really is into the music for the sake of the music. The celebrity aspect of it is something he hates and tries to avoid. That’s a very hard thing to do when you’re part of a legendary rock trio. Still, he managed to escape the limelight and had a family and lived in a cottage deep in the Laurentian mountains, north of Montreal with his wife and daughter.

In 1997, Peart’s first daughter and then-only child, 19-year-old Selena Taylor, left home and was on her way to study at Queen’s University in Kingston, Ontario. On the way, she was killed in a single-car accident on the TransCanada highway. His common-law wife of 22 years, Jacqueline Taylor, succumbed to cancer only 10 months later in June 1998. Peart, however, maintains that her death was the result of a “broken heart” and called it “a slow suicide by apathy. She just didn’t care.” Peart was a completely broken man and a ghost of his former self.

Peart  told his bandmates at Selena’s funeral, “consider me retired.” Peart took a long sabbatical to mourn and reflect, heal and travelled extensively throughout North and Central America on his motorcycle, covering 88,000 km (55,000 mi). After his journey, Peart decided to return to the band. Peart wrote “Ghost Rider” as a chronicle of his geographical and emotional journey. The book is a first person narrative of Peart on the road, on a BMW R1100GS motorcycle, as he tries to put his life back together as he embarked on an extensive road trip across North America.

And put back his life together again, like Humpty Dumpty, he did. Peart literally rode his demons out into the ground. He met and married a beautiful photographer named Carrie Nuttall and he welcomed the birth of a daughter in 2009 at age 57. A second life became possible.

Photographer Carrie Nuttall aka Mrs. Neil Peart

Neil is widely considered the best living rock drummer on Earth. No joke. The Police’s Stewart Copeland, Lars Ulrich of Metallica and Dave Grohl of Foo Fighters/Nirvana fame all grovel at his feet. He is also the main lyricist for RUSH and allusions to the work of Ayn Rand (“Anthem”), Mark Twain (“Tom Sawyer”) and Farley Mowat are in many of their songs.

Dude and his drum kit.

He is extremely well-read and reads across a variety of disciplines and subjects. A very intellectually curious person, this quality comes out strongly in his writing. Just reading one of his books, generates another reading list of titles based on those cited in his book. He makes them all sound so damn interesting that I want to read them as well. The guy is a genius.

RUSH is playing in Montreal next week and I’m going to the show. I can’t wait. It will be the second time that I’ve seen them live and I can tell you for a group of three guys playing live on stage, their musicality is such that it easily sounds like 7 or 8 musicians are playing instead. Plus the first 10 rows are full of musical geeks air-drumming along with Peart, always an amusing sight to watch.

Peart’s story is really about Hope. Starting over again even when it looks like there is nothing left to live for, that things change all the time, healing is possible, even if the road through it is fraught with dangers, breakdowns, risks and no guarantees. The point is, you have to keep going and you have to keep trying. Renewal and rebirth are possible but only if you’re willing to do the work too. But if you stick with it, the payoffs are gigantic.

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Places that need to be scrubbed clean energetically

There are many, many haunted places in this world. Places where people have either died tragically, leaving behind the energetic footprint of their passing or those places which certain souls, for whatever reason, cannot let go.

Many people who have visited the old Jewish concentration camps have said of the air of sadness and tragedy which surrounds the place, an almost palpable dark grey energy that seems to have permeated the air and soil of the vicinity and contagiously touches anyone who visits.

Auschwitz depresses everyone who visits

Then there are other places, where extremely dangerous and potent occult and supernatural acts have taken place, creating a portal or gateway into the astral realms and pretty much inviting them in. That idea of opening up a closet and finding monsters from another dimension waiting to come into our reality as highlighted in that film “Monsters Inc.” was not made up by the writers of that film.

It’s an idea and a reality which has been around for a very long time. Native Americans, Siberian shamans, white wizards and prophets like Mikhael Aivanhov have warned against this sort of thing for centuries. It doesn’t help that writers like H.P Lovecraft, black magicians like Aleister Crowley and works like the Necronomicon took it a step further and literally gave the world the formulae, the rituals and the complete how-to in order to invite such entities into your life. The less said about them the better.

Henry Phillips Lovecraft

This posting is addressed to serious light workers and earth healers alike. It’s about those places which unfortunately, the portals are still open and need to be closed up, they need to be seriously cleaned out, completely, from top to bottom and front to back. Places, because of the powers which were unleashed there, continue to act as negative openings into the other realm and are astral psychic dumps. By no means is this a comprehensive list, there are thousands of these places the world over, this is just what came to me as the most pressing. In terms of how to clean up, here’s a good beginning.

Boleskine House, Loch Ness, Scotland

Jimmy Page in front of Boleskine House

Literally nestled near Loch Ness, Scotland, Boleskine House was personally chosen by Aleister Crowley as the perfect location to conduct black ritual. He lived here from 1899-1913 and specifically purchased it in order to perform a ritual found in “The Book of the Sacred Magick of Abra-Melin the Mage”. To perform it, Crowley says,

One must have a house where proper precautions against disturbance can be taken; this being arranged, there is really nothing to do but to aspire with increasing fervor and concentration, for six months, towards the obtaining of the Knowledge and Conversation of the Holy Guardian Angel.

In The Confessions of Aleister Crowley (Chapter 22), he continues:

The first essential is a house in a more or less secluded situation. There should be a door opening to the north from the room of which you make your oratory. Outside this door, you construct a terrace covered with fine river sand. This ends in a “lodge” where the spirits may congregate.

Later purchased by  rock guitarist and occult enthusiast, Led Zeppelin’s Jimmy Page (a Crowley apologist who claims that Crowley was a “misunderstood genius”), Page has claimed that the house is haunted by a decapitated head, no doubt a relic which was probably used here in some ritual or other at some point.  It might also explain the influence which caused the death of both Robert Plant’s son, Karac, from a mysterious stomach flu and  John Bonham’s death. Page sold the house a few years ago and the house has been a residence and guesthouse over the years. Crowley’s followers and those who practice “Thelema” the occult arts attributed to Crowley, still come to the house in droves, much to the chagrin of the locals. Interestingly, some have also speculated that there maybe a relationship between Crowley, his screwed-up ritual and the Loch Ness monster:

From “Who Forted?”
“This kind of strangeness went on for years, leading believers of the mystical and the occult to believe that the house had become a sort of portal, the unfinished ceremony leaving an open gateway to worlds unknown, spreading the activity from beyond the confines of the house itself, and into the surrounding area. It was around this time in 1933 that the Loch Ness Monster began to rear it’s long, reptilian head.

Frederick William Holiday, one of the most well-publicized Loch Ness monster investigators, having published two books dedicated to the search for the creature, made an assessment in the 70′s that the monster acted itself much like a supernatural creature, leading him to re-think his stance on it’s origin. Instead, Holiday postulated that the creature’s apparent self-concealing phenomena was evidence that it could possibly be related to the aftermath of Crowley’s preternatural fuck up.

Strangely enough, the first recorded appearance of the Loch Ness Monster coincides with the beginning of the end of Crowley’s legacy.”

Clinton Road, West Milford, New Jersey
Thanks to “Weird NJ” magazine, which regularly highlights Clinton Road, this long, lonely 10 mile stretch running through the New Jersey Pine Barrens and isolated forests has achieved quite a notorious reputation over the years. A single blog post does no justice to the amount of material and personal testimonies related to this road. The Lenape tribes called the area around the Pine Barrens “Popuessing”, meaning “place of the dragon”. Swedish explorers later named it “Drake Kill”, “drake” being a Swedish word for dragon, and “kill” meaning channel or arm of the sea (river, stream, etc.).

Dubbed the “scariest road in America”.

Scores of people have sighted Satanists and Ku Klux Klan groups performing ritual in these woods over the years. A haunted bridge, phantom trucks, sightings of strange, unclassified creatures, the New Jersey Devil, a dumping ground for bodies by the Mob and Mafia, Clinton Road has some sort of story related to it. Practically everyone who has driven down this road, even in broad daylight, all cite the same thing: a deep feeling of foreboding which seems to increase with each passing second, to the point that many become terrified for no clear reason and automatically turn around and high-tail it out of there.

After looking at the area under Google Earth, it easy to see why crazy groups come here to perform bizarre rituals. There is absolutely nothing here, just miles and miles of uninterrupted forest. If you’re looking for secrecy, this place has loads of it. No doubt all those rituals over the years must have left a diabolical energetic footprint. People who have left their cars during the day to walk around, also cited another curious quality of this place: absolutely no sound. Not even normal forest sounds, like the chirping of birds or the hum of insects. Silence can have different qualities as well. Some silences are golden and rich and voluptuous, like lying on a hammock in the summer and dozing off under a tree or walking into a venerable library. Others have a disturbing, creepy quality about them, almost like an audio dead zone and the feeling that you’re being watched. Practically everyone who has traveled Clinton Road has experienced the latter.

Skinwalker Ranch, Ballard, Utah

Just about the only thing of Skinwalker ranch you’ll be able to see these days.

Just about everyone from Jeff Rense to Jordan Maxwell has at one point or another, brought up and discussed Skinwalker Ranch, a creepy-as-hell part of remote North-East Utah. Just name your topic: UFOs, glowing orbs, cryptozoology, Native American curses, Sasquatch, shape-shifters, mutilated animals, the disappearance of animals and people alike, the list of weird, unexplained and often terrifying phenomena here now lists itself in the hundreds.

According to Wikipedia: “In some Native American legends, a skin-walker is a person with the supernatural ability to turn into any animal he or she desires, though it is not necessary, most of them wear a pelt of the animal, to be able to transform. Similar lore can be found in cultures throughout the world and is often referred to as shapeshifting by anthropologists

The ranch property has been declared as off-limits to tribal members because it lies in the path of the skinwalker. Even today, Utes refuse to set foot on what they see as accursed land. But the tribe doesn’t necessarily believe that the skinwalker lives on the ranch. Retired teacher and UFO researcher Junior Hicks says his friends in the Ute tribe believe the skinwalker presence in the Uinta Basin extends back at least 15 generations. The Utes, described by historians as a fierce and warlike people, were sometimes aligned with the Navajo against common enemies during the 1800’s. But the alliance didn’t last. When the Utes first acquired horses from the Spanish, they enthusiastically embraced the Spanish example by engaging in the slave trade. They reportedly abducted Navajo and other Indians and sold them in New Mexico slave markets. According to Hicks, the Utes believe the Navajo put a curse on their tribe in retribution for many perceived transgressions. And ever since that time, Hicks was told, the skinwalker has plagued the Ute people and anyone else who decides to live at Skinwalker Ranch.

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The Land of Smoke and Mirrors

In the past few days, some Hollywood production team set up shop in my neighborhood for a film shoot. They’ve basically taken a traditionally blue-collar Irish and French Canadian neighborhood which is fast undergoing gentrification and have tried transforming it into Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, New York.

A local thrift shop is now “Bensonhurst Discount”

What normally is a pretty good Peruvian roast chicken place is now “Joe’s”

This place is normally a pet supplies store, notice the fake sign.

My French cheese shop is now a candy store

My favorite tea room is now a travel agency.

Covering the sign of a notary’s office with the American flag.

The new Little Italy.

I have to admit, walking along my usual route to the subway station has been an amusing exercise the past few days. Watching how storefronts are transformed with fake props and posters, the hum of frantic energy the production crew gives off, running from here to there with longs cables, the security team that was set up at night to watch over  the props and set so no one would take anything, the director loudly barking out directions. It takes a lot of work to create artifice and illusion and cover up reality, I thought to myself.
That got me thinking about the whole nature of illusion and the power fake images exert on our lives. Marketing, public relations, branding, propaganda, Hollywood films, commercials, all of it plays basically the same hand over and over again: create an image, an idea, a meme, anything which somehow undermines a person’s self-confidence or somehow hits an underlying insecurity and brainwash them into thinking that this new product, this new exercise, this line uttered by that movie star or this image will somehow take care of that insecurity. It’s making money at the expense of human dignity and a complete disregard for the personhood of individuals.

Edward Bernays, Sigmund Freud’s nephew and the asshole who created marketing and PR.

The Europeans always looked at film as an art form while the Americans always looked at it as a business. That might explain why I prefer watching old movies, foreign films and independently-made movies over contemporary Hollywood blockbusters. For example, I personally can’t stand Steven Spielberg movies. With their cliched characters, wooden dialogue and the grandiose and pompous John Williams musical compositions, practically every time the music starts, it’s the most obvious cue that now you’re supposed to get your tear ducts ready. On the other hand watching films by directors like John Sayles, Louis MalleWim Wenders, Jim Jarmusch and Lars Von Trier have at times, left me elated after walking out of the cinema, with me thinking about the film for days afterwards. I remember watching Sayle’s film “Men with Guns” and feeling like I just stepped out of a lush dream, a deep meditation on war. More recently, Von Trier’s last movie, “Melancholia” left me speechless for days, particularly the impact of the last scene when viewed on a large movie screen.
Hollywood has always been known as the plastic and tinfoil dream machine, but real dreams can’t be manufactured and dictated. They come from a sacred place, somewhere deep within the human soul. Exploiting and hijacking that for a few dollars is just plain crude, vulgar and crass. Many of Hollywood’s “ideas” are informed by the cultural background of the large contingent of Eastern European Jews who founded Hollywood. Their ideas, their archetypal dreams have now been played over and over again to the point where they are now firmly embedded in the general culture and internalized by everyone else. That simply shouldn’t be.
I had my run-in with Hollywood too. When I went to LA to do the 11:11:11 ceremony at the Cross at Cahuenga, I stayed in downtown Hollywood, not far from the Graumann’s Chinese Theatre, where practically all film premieres take place.

Grauman’s Chinese Theater

The American Film Institute were showing a whole slew of movies there, so the barricades would go up every evening and the fans would line up for autographs and pictures while the stars walked the red carpet. Like some of you know, I had a huge crush on Micheal Fassbender so I thought it was more than a little coincidental that “Shame” was showing that night and Fassy would be there for the premiere.

Stunning on film, not so much in real life.

I waiting behind the barricade and watched the whole celebrity spectacle unfold before me. It was a pretty crisp evening and I was in jeans, a Smiths T-shirt, with a wool cardigan and I was still chilly. Two Scottish girls were there beside me and they were in full parkas. Then the starlets started coming out of their limos, wearing strapless and flimsy dresses. The 3 of us in line started commenting on how cold they must be. Some reporter asked one of the starlets what dress she was wearing and she replied with the name of some designer. The Scottish girls mentioned that they never heard of that name. I replied that it’s probably some celebrity fashion magazine like “In Style” asking the question and how these starlets are stupid for investing so much money on these dresses when it’ll go into the magazine this month and be completely forgotten about by next month’s issue. I think the starlet heard me say that because she gave me a dirty look afterwards.

The red carpet

Scratching his eyes

Fassy chatting with fans.

Up close.

Finally Fassy showed up. And…he was nowhere near as sexy in real life as I imagined him to be based on what I saw in the movies. In fact, he gave off a bit of sleazy and creepy vibe. Where was all that virility and smoldering sexuality that I saw in the films?  No where to be seen, that’s for sure. When he finally got to our spot in the line against the barricade, he looked at my T-shirt and flashed me a  grin. I felt repulsed.
One more illusion out the window.
Oh well.
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Mother Nature is the best healer there is

This past weekend, a friend and I escaped Montreal and the NASCAR hordes descending upon it by fleeing to the mountains. Literally.

We camped out at a national park, hiking through pine forests,

Went wading in here after a 14 km hike – Rats Falls, Mont Tremblant National Park

kayaking along serene lakes,

Lac Provost – Mont Tremblant National Park

foraging for wild mushrooms which we added to our dinner,

Fresh wild Lobster Mushrooms sautéed in a skillet over a campfire can be enjoyed for free if you find them fresh in the wild. You don’t have to pay $14 per kilo to enjoy them.

spending the night chatting by a campfire while roasting marshmallows and sticking pieces of Toblerone chocolate into bananas and melting that over the fire.

If you’ve never roasted marshmallows over an open fire, you’re easily missing one of the simplest pleasures in life.

We lucked out and found a spot which even had its own little private beach by the lake.

Our spot.

We would fall asleep hearing loons singing on the lake, seeing the stars and the Milky Way above us and counting how many shooting stars we could each spot. The sleeps were deep and filled with vivid dreams. Mornings meant a fresh dip in the lake and drinking my morning tea while sitting on the beach and watching the sun rise over the mountains.

Lac Provost

We were greeted by rabbits, raccoons and could hear coyotes in the distance at night.
In truth, I loved it even if at night the temperature fell to 5 degree Centigrade in the middle of August. Standing alone and looking at the rounded hills, the endless forests, towering pine trees, the placid lakes and noisy streams I realized that THIS is the real world. All that other stuff of insurance policies, being part of a fake social scene, designer dresses and handbags, gym memberships, fraudulent elections, flat-screen TVs, celebrity reality TV shows and a forced and fake economic political and economic system are just that: fake and forced. Someone came up with these ideas somewhere along the line and have now imposed it on us, but when you go out into the wild, all that stuff is rendered meaningless and you’re finally allowed to just BE.
This is not an original thought. The father of civil disobedience,  Henry David Thoreau spent a year in a shack by Walden Pond to see if he could escape a life of “quiet desperation” as he called it.

Walden Pond, where Thoreau wrote his famous essays on civil disobedience which ended up influencing everyone from Gandhi to Martin Luther King Jr. I came here 2 years ago and the water is freezing cold.

In more dramatic terms, Christopher McCandless went vagabonding through America and ended up dying in the wilds of Alaska (mostly because of his ineptitude) as shown in that excellent film “Into The Wild”.

Christopher McCandless beside the abandoned bus which he later died in, in the wilds of Alaska

Native tribes see the living spirit behind the trees, the animals, the water, the fresh air and the earth and give it due respect, realizing that we are only able to live because of these very same elements and that we are to live in respect and cooperation with them.
The Ancients knew it too, that we can only live because of the grace and power of Nature and natural forces. It’s not a coincidence that those early civilizations took the elements and transformed them into gods and goddesses.

Zeus, Poseidon and Hades, the gods of the sky, oceans and the underworld respectively

from “Freedom in the Grace of the World”
“The beauty and tranquility of the old-growth forests, the vistas that stretch for miles over unbroken treetops, the waterfalls and rivers, the severance from the noise and electronic hallucinations of modern existence, becomes, if you stay out long enough, a balm to wounds. It is in solitude, contemplation and a connection with nature that we transcend the frenzied and desperate existence imposed upon us by the distortions of a commodity culture….Nature always extracts justice. Defy nature and it obliterates the human species. The more we divorce ourselves from nature, the more we permit the natural world to be exploited and polluted by corporations for profit, the more estranged we become from the essence of life. Corporate systems, which grow our food and ship it across country in trucks, which drill deep into the ocean to extract diminishing fossil fuels and send container ships to bring us piles of electronics and cloths from China, have created fragile, unsustainable man-made infrastructures that will collapse. Corporations have, at the same time, destroyed sustainable local communities. We do not know how to grow our own food. We do not know how to make our own clothes. We are helpless appendages of the corporate state. We are fooled by virtual mirages into mistaking the busy, corporate hives of human activity and the salacious images and gossip that clog our minds as real. The natural world, the real world, on which our life depends, is walled off from view as it is systematically slaughtered. 
Year after year I returned to these forbidding peaks from conflicts in Central America, the Middle East, Africa and the Balkans. I brought with me the stench of death, the cries of the wounded, the bloated bodies on the side of the road, the fear, the paranoia, the alienation, the insomnia, the anger and the despair and threw it at these mountains. I strapped my pack on in the pounding rain at trailheads and drove myself, and later my son, up mountains. I rarely stopped. I go to the mountains to at once spend this fury and seek renewal, to be reminded of my tiny, insignificant place in the universe and to confront mystery.”
The mystical American poet, Wendell Berry wrote in  “The Peace of Wild Things”:

When despair for the world grows in me

and I wake in the night at the least sound

in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,

I go and lie down where the wood drake

rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.

I come into the peace of wild things

who do not tax their lives with forethought

of  grief. I come into the presence of still water.

And I feel above me the day-blind stars

waiting with their light. For a time

I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

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Soul food:  cuisine consists of a selection of foods traditional for African Americans. It is closely related to the cuisine of the Southern United States. The descriptive terminology may have originated in the mid-1960s, when soul was a common definer used to describe African-American culture (for example, soul music).

Much has been written and discussed about the relationship between food, diet and spirituality. Hindus swear a vegetarian diet is the only way to go since it does not involve the karma of killing animals to live. The Westernized yoga set are largely the biggest proponents of veganism. Muslims swear that to eat anything pork-based means invoking the wrath of Allah and that includes meat of animals who kill with their paws or jaws (so no shark-fin soup for you!). Jews say the same thing with respect to Yahweh and how eating a cheeseburger is not kosher since you’re eating child and mother in one go (milk–> cheese +  meat). Even within the aforementioned groups, there still exists a lively and ongoing debate on the merits of these types of diets and the various rules and restrictions.

A non-no for Jews who keep kosher.

I’m not going to write about what is the best diet to advance your own spiritual aims, I think that discussion is up to each individual person, given their health needs, their geographic and environmental reality (how on Earth are the Inuit supposed to become vegans?), their upbringing and of course, income (it’s not a joke when “Whole Foods” is known as “Whole Paycheck”). Food politics, food economics and food security are topics in themselves and are very charged and contentious ones at that.
Instead, I’m going to write about eating food that is so good, so well prepared, so well-cultivated and so down right delicious, that even a bite transports you to another realm, much like nectar and ambrosia did for the Greek gods of yore. Much has been written and discussed about the use of some of our senses to induce spiritual experiences, either by the taking in of beautiful scenery, the listening of beautiful, inspired music, the touch and the warmth of an embrace of a loved one, but the other two senses of taste and smell have largely been under-represented.
Eating and the pleasures of taste as a spiritual experience has mostly figured in the works of fiction more so than in organized religion or spirituality. More often than not, most religions and spiritual groups focus on what you can’t eat versus how to enjoy food. I think of short stories and films where food and the joys of eating go beyond pleasure like “Babette’s Feast”, “Like Water for Chocolate” and films like “Tampopo”, “Big Night”, “Bottle Shock” and “Eat, Drink, Man , Woman”
I completely understand foodies in this regard. It’s not really about trying this new dish or looking for that rare ingredient or getting reservations at this exclusive restaurant. It’s about being on the lookout for that mouthful which suddenly makes you feel more alive and stops you dead in your tracks with a faraway look in your eye as you quietly enjoy the flavors dancing about your tongue. Suddenly, you feel grateful to be alive so that you can taste such goodness and appreciate the world more. It’s life affirming and not about the dreariness of counting calories and feeling smug because you just ingested a bag of kale chips instead of potato ones. In this respect, the yoga set drive me crazy. I don’t understand how throwing chia seeds and forgoing butter in cakes which turn out to be tasteless is supposed to give me enjoyment and make me happy.
I had several of these experiences including the first time I had a simple tomato in the Mediterranean and not the tasteless, woody ones we find in our North American supermarkets. Not even the garden grown varieties can do justice to that tomato I had at a Greek tavern, with nothing but a splash of lemon juice and a bit of salt. I felt like I was eating the first tomato placed on Earth, it was that fresh, that vivid, that real.
I’ve had the same experience with deep fried freshwater prawns in Bangladesh,
eating lychee, guavas, mangoes and papayas straight off the tree in my grandfather’s garden,
drinking freshly squeezed blood orange juice of oranges I picked a few minutes ago,
having the juices of white pomegranates sticking up my fingers as I try peeling them underneath the tree, 
allowing the morsels of perfectly grilled octopus melt in my mouth at a beach side grill,
stinking up my breath with cream of roasted garlic soup at a garlic festival in California
or tucking into sautéed wild mushrooms I foraged for in the local forests.
So for this one time, I’m going to hijack the term “soul food” from our African American brethren. It’s not about a certain cuisine, or a certain part of the world or even gluttony. It’s a way of experiencing a fundamental part of life and giving it due respect, mindfulness…and pleasure 🙂
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The Lands of Witches, Warlocks, Spells and Sorcerers

As some of you might have surmised by now, I do carry an interest in the supernatural. I do think that there are benevolent and malevolent forces as work in this Uni-Verse, which exist alongside with us but we cannot quantify them yet (i.e see, touch, hear), only because the mathematics and physics for recording such entities is not quite there yet. Maybe in time we’ll get there. If we ever do, I’m willing to bet that it’ll be the Russians who do it first. They’re quite open-minded about scientifically researching these sorts of things.

Good vs. Evil, Ying & Yang

For whatever reason, there seems to be “centers” of such activity where people still practice the forbidden and black arts. I’ve never had a run-in with such persons nor do I wish to, but I have heard of stories among some of my friends. Stories of brides from these regions who marry into wealthy families in distant cities, never gets along with anyone in the new family, and one by one, people in the groom’s family mysteriously and suddenly die off and the bride is finally left with the house and all the money and then returns back to her people after the husband finally passes on.

Aleister Crowley was seriously into some dark stuff.

There are many places around the world where the country folk still speak in whispers of either fear or awe about certain individuals and their powers. I don’t know all of these places and I’m sure there are dozens of them in places like Africa and Haiti alone, which have strong traditions of vodou and Santeria. These places are usually rural in nature and the people are superstitious. Perhaps it has something to do with living closer to the elements and being less in contact with 16-lane freeways, shopping malls, Cheez Whiz, and psycho-therapists.

This will literally kill you spiritually and is an abomination of a different sort. Anyone who thinks cheese should be squeezed out of a bottle should be squeezed out of town.

Le Berry(or Berri), France

Berry sits in the heart of France

The legends around Berry go back to medieval France as early as 1275. We have all heard about the Spanish Inquisition but other parts of Europe were also subject to inquisition including France, the Netherlands, Germany and Italy. The trials of the inquisition led to some being banned from the area or worse yet – beheadings.

The Inquisition was a bad,bad time for women in particular.

The Inquisition was responsible for a witch-hunt which resulted from the torture of several accused witches, who in turn confessed the identities of other supposed witches… charging them guilty. The accused were then forced to walk down the street in clothing associated with heretics, where they were then burned alive. The Inquisition also had a habit of tricking people into other confessions by promising that if they co-operated, they would be set free. Many cases were built upon gossip and he said/she said. Accusations brought up by neighbors were sometimes enough to get you burned.

Château de Chabenet – Berry - France

Château de Chabenet – Berry – France

The town of Berrichonne, has a famous witchcraft museum located on an ancient farm dating to the XIX century.
Witchcraft is part of everyday life in Berrichonne even now. Country witches still practice here though most of the magic seems to be of the healing, love potion variety and not the human sacrifice type, thankfully.

The real Iron Maiden – and Bruce Dickinson is no where in sight

Mayong, Assam – India

Assam, India – great tea to be found here as well

From time immemorial, the Mayong region of Assam has been famous for supernatural stories. It is said that people came here from far and wide to learn black magic and the villages and tribal communities in this area still deeply believe in this stuff. Much of it has to do with illiteracy but no doubt the history of the region still affects the people here.

In its heyday the magic of Mayong was feared world over so much so that the word magic became synonymous with Mayong, however no one knows exactly how magic entered this land. Ferdinand Ossendowski in his book, “Men, Beasts and Gods” relates that the Gypsies originally got their magic from the underground city of Shambala/Agartha and brought it up to the world but because they misused it, were kicked out. Was Assam their first stop?


Although many ancient scriptures have described Mayong as the place of black magic and tantricism, it still doesn’t have a well documented history. Even now, the people of Mayong are followers of these folk beliefs. For solving their day-to-day problems they still depend on “magic” and their indigenous herbs. According to some stories centuries ago, it was believed that by reciting certain mantras, human beings were shape shifted into animals, some mantras turned bullets into nothing and others hypnotized tigers. Distance healing by cutting only a handful of plants while chanting some secret word, chanting mantras to attract the amorous attention of someone in particular, mantras to move immovable objects and mantras to actually fly were all part of the scene.

Some mantras apparently caused all sorts of interesting things to happen.

However today these feats are unheard of, for in order to achieve such a high level of ability one needs to go through a lot of patience, dedication, hard work, meditation, and study to practice magic. And of course many of these superstitious beliefs collapse under scientific scrutiny. You can still see some tricks which may make you do a double-take like fortune-telling via korris (sea shells) , palmistry, future prediction via a piece of broken glass. A few household at Rojamayong and Buramayong still posses some of the manuscripts and practice it in a lesser form. Even the few who may be practicing it are reluctant to reveal anything.

Some Assamese are supposed to be very good at palmistry.

Those old sorcerers never wrote anything down, the teachings of black magic passed orally from generation to generation. However, even up until a few years ago, human sacrifice was still happening among tribal peoples in the Brahmaputra valley region.
Here is an excellent article on why some of this so-called “black magic” needs to be eradicated. This one is pretty good too.

Hatay/Antakya/Iskenderun, Turkey

The Hatay region of Turkey

The history of the Hatay province is a rich but confused one. These days with the fighting going on in neighboring Syria, literally next door, it makes it a difficult place to visit and yet this is one region of Turkey I have yet to explore and am itching to do so with a fine-toothed comb.

The Antakya Museum has the second largest collection of ancient Roman mosaics in the world.

Practically anyone who was someone in history came marching through this area at some point or other, including the ancient Assyrians, Phoenicians, Romans, Greeks, Alexander the Great, St. Paul, St.Peter, Eleanor of Aquitaine, Richard the Lionheart, the Knights Templar, Crusaders on their way to Jerusalem, Ottoman Turks, the French, the British and Laurence of Arabia. With ancient churches, and ruins of temples, fortresses and castles littered about the countryside, this area is a true paradise to lovers of history and myth. Modern day Antakya sits on top of the ruins of ancient Antioch. Iskenderun is very close by to the ancient port city Alexandretta, established by guess who?

The exterior of one of the first churches in the world – The Grotto of St.Peter and Paul (yup, they both were here)

The region is known within Turkey for spells, hermits, sages and miracles. When I was living in Turkey, a few of my students from this area told me of a famous holy man, a “hoca” (ho-ja), I can’t remember his name and I’m not even sure if he is alive anymore but apparently he had only to look at your name on a piece of paper and it would be enough to ensure that neither snakes nor scorpions would ever bite you in your life. This area also seems to have a high concentration of children being born with immediate past-life memory. The Turkish form of black magic is called “Muska” and usually involves Arabic verses of the Koran written backwards and being left in secret or hidden in places to negatively affect certain people.

Bagras Castle – An old Knights Templar fortress

Personally, I’m of the persuasion that it’s best to leave things we don’t understand fully alone. While I am all for investigation and inquiry, there’s also the question of karma and blow back, which is why I think spell-casting is bad news in general. I don’t see anything wrong with praying or meditating and inviting for some insight on our own journeys but manipulating these forces, usually for selfish, self-centered ends, is normally a recipe for disaster.

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APB Alert: All Points Bulletin to all light workers, solo spiritual seekers and earth healers

Two weekends ago, I left Montreal and the stupid F1 madness and accompanying vulgarian circus and went to Toronto instead to attend a sweat lodge, conducted by a good friend, a Sun Dancer, who will shortly be leaving Turtle Island (North America) and taking the teachings of the lodge with him to Albion (the Druidic name for Britain) as he starts a new phase of his journey to build a community there around the lodge teachings.

The thing with sweat lodges, the Native teachings always say to watch the 4 days and 4 nights after doing a lodge, to watch your dreams, animal medicines which show up in the form of animals which may cross your path since they carry messages, to monitor your intuition and so forth. It’s always an interesting and introspective time. Since the lodge, I’ve been visited by an eagle, a skunk and a frog and have been dutifully looking up the meanings of those medicines and totems and how they apply to me specifically.  It’s different for each person and it’s different each time you do a lodge (If any of you are interested to know more about Animal Medicines and totems, Ted Andrew’s book “Animal Speak” as well as Jamie Sams “Medicine Cards” are a good beginning. There are also lots of resources online.)



In the last few days, as I have been observing the craziness which has been happening in London with the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee and the upcoming ZION Olympics, I can’t help but side with the many conspiracy theorists around the world, that *something* off is going to go down in London this summer.

Official London 2012 Olympics logo – do you see the word ZION in it?

Some people are saying a false-flag alien invasion (Spock, where are you when we need you?) , others are saying that some sort of fake terrorist thing will happen, hurting many. I don’t know. All I get is a dark feeling when I think about London this summer. What I also find interesting is that apparently many tourists have also picked up on the negative Olympic vibe. Tourists bookings into the UK this summer have gone down because many people don’t want to be around the Olympics craziness.

Why: While thinking about all this, it sort of came to me that while there are many, bad people in this world doing horrific rituals to gain worldly power and influence, things that you and I would never engage in because it makes our stomach turn, I can’t help but think about that chapter in the Bible when Jesus went out to the desert and the devil tempted him with the glory, honor and beauty of the world (literally) and said all this could be his if he just bowed down to Satan and JC’s response was that he wasn’t interested and literally took the piss out of the devil.

Bohemian Grove

I think it’s time we ALL take the piss out of this devil energy. I am asking that everyone who reads this blog, to please pass on this message to others, we need to start doing ceremonies of our own to counter the negative energy released in those evil rituals. We only work with light, we only give good medicines back to the earth. Whether it means offering medicines or a sacrifice we are joyfully and lovingly willing to part with (no killing, no harm, it means giving up maybe something which means a lot to you, an item, a habit but you imbue it with prayer and blessings.).

Even 1 person doing ceremony is better than nothing.

Where: Scope out your local area, find a place which you know has a concentration of either good or bad power there (i.e City of London, Wall Street, local megachurch, posh area with homes of the rich and famous, ancient stone circle, site of ruins etc.) It could be anywhere, it could be a glade, a forest, a remote part of the beach, a park, even a small green space. Figure out where you’ll do this first. Target where you think these negative things are happening. Look at maps, walk around and then feel the energy of the place and then decide.

City of London : This place has to seriously be cleaned out.

What: Then you need to start to meditate on what medicines you want to offer back to the earth in defense against this harm which is being released continuously. A good place where I started was the Native medicine wheel.

The Native medicine wheel, many versions out there and what the 4 directions represent

The 4 colors, the 4 races, the 4 directions, the 4 elements, the 4 holy plants associated with each direction. Your medicine mix could be these plus whatever else comes to you like Thunderbeing Ash (wood from a tree hit by lightening), grains or herbs holy to your tribe or people or ancestors.

Feathers and the medicine associated with that bird are considered holy items to Natives.

Then you need to meditate on items you want to give back to the earth, crystals, rocks, feathers etc. All these things have to individually be prayed over and blessed, that’s when they become potent and most importantly, with LOVE, that is the one “ingredient” which the dark side can’t fight against. They just can’t deal with it because they don’t have any and they try to make you fearful and crazy so you don’t have any either. It’s a ruse. See it for what it is. Keep your medicines in cloth or leather bags only. Never plastic or metal coverings or containers.

Medicine pouch, keep your medicines separate.

Who: Then you need to figure out who you’ll do this with . You can do this alone or if you find a person or two who is on the exact same wavelength that you are on, even better. Be careful who you want to share this ceremony with. Better to keep it under wraps and tell no one. The less people who know, the better. Plus you don’t want people who don’t believe in this stuff affecting you with their negativity. Secrecy is a power in itself.

Find a spot where you can be left alone or undetected.

When: Look at a farmer’s almanac and astrological ephemeris. Check out the phases of the moon. Are there any upcoming solar eclipses, lunar eclipses or strange or positive astrological configurations taking place soon? What is the significance of them? Figure out what resonates with you and time yourself accordingly.

A good ephemeris is a great place to figure out your timing.

How: You’ve figured out your medicines, your ceremonial partners, your location and the time you’ll do your ceremony. It’s the big day. What do you do? First of all you always have to keep in mind that THIS  IS NOT ABOUT YOU. This is not about personal gain, becoming famous, getting that new job or getting that girl you want or winning the lottery. That’s what the Dark side does. Anything related to sensual or egocentric, individual gratification is related to devil energy. Don’t go there.

White magick is about helping EVERYONE, no exceptions.

When we do ceremony it’s about healing for the community (and that can mean your family, your neighborhood, your school or the world) and that eventually peters down to us as individuals. When you pray or meditate, it is for everyone. The ceremony is to benefit everyone.
Keep a shovel and flashlight on you (if you’re doing this at night or at dawn). You offer tobacco to the land first and ask the land’s permission to do this ceremony. Lay down the tobacco.
Go to the spot or spots you already chose, find where the land is soft enough to dig. Encircle the area you will be working in with salt. This will protect you from attachments and elementals. Once you have put down the circle, you stay inside of it and don’t leave until after you’ve finished your ceremony. The circle cannot be broken.

Salt circles protect you.

Dig where you need to dig and then sit with the medicines a long, long time, pray with them, pray and mediate on what you want to help achieve with this ceremony. Put the medicine mix into the ground, then put the item into the ground, pray the whole time you are doing this. Cover it up with the earth so that it looks normal again and undisturbed so that no one can guess there is something there. Go to the next spot and repeat if necessary.
If I had the time and the money, I’d go all over the world to do this but I can’t so I’m putting this out there in the hopes that some like-minded individuals can do this, where ever they are. I can see from my stats page that I have readers from all over the world visiting this blog so feel free to translate this page, share it with your friends and get out there and do it. Trust me. the more you do this kind of stuff, the more trans-formative your life becomes in a  good way.

A thousand points of light around the world

Message to David Icke and Stuart Wilde:
Gentlemen, I know you’re both visiting my blog. I’m gratified and very happy and humbled that such great writers and visionaries like the both of you have decided to visit my small corner of the internet. These are just suggestions of course, I’m just sharing with you what “came” to me.
David: I got the impression that you need to go to the Cirque de Gavarnie in the French Pyrenees and do ceremony there, ideally in August sometime and then the Seven Rila lakes in Bulgaria. Both are Gnostic areas (Pyrenees–> Cathars, Bulgaria—>Bogomils),

Cirque de Gavarnie, a very, very high-frequency power point on earth.

Seven Rila Lakes in Bulgaria, each lake is shaped like an organ in the body which corresponds to a specific chakra

Stuart:  got the impression that you need to go to Malta and do something at the Hypogeum of Paola, then on to the Isle of Iona in Scotland.

The megalithic underground temple in Malta, the Hypogeum

Isle of Iona, another extremely powerful site on the earth grid.

Someone needs to go to Göbekli Tepe in Turkey. That’s ground zero.

Gobekli Tepe is now the oldest known human made site on earth, going back 12 000 years BCE. It was a ceremonial site which was then deliberately buried up and was only rediscovered recently.

Good luck to everyone who decides to accept their “mission” 🙂

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Part III: 11:11:11, Linda Goodman and a whole lotta shakin’ goin’ on

Los Angeles – The Ceremony

The hill is now off limits to the public but even then, 2 days earlier when I went on a reconnaissance mission at night to scope it out, I noticed two tents near the base and homeless people living there. I didn’t see anyone come out but I could hear coughing. LA is also a police state, police helicopters buzzing overhead constantly. It’s not so bad at night because you can duck into the bushes but during the day, forget it, anyone can see you. The hill itself is strangely shaped and extremely steep, I had to walk around the base to the back and climb up another hill before I could get up that hill. The view from the top is beautiful; all of LA is laid out in front of you.

View of LA from Mulholland drive overlook

In the very early hours of 11:11:11, I left the hotel at 2:30am. Since that particular hill is now private property and being picked up by the LAPD is not my idea of fun, I went to the hill behind the cross since it is connected to it and did the ceremony there. I prayed for a long time and I burned sage, cedar and sweet grass, offered tobacco (the 4 holy plants according to the Native medicine wheel)and left a food offering of raisin cakes, pomegranates, beer and grapes (items holy to Osiris). I was done by 4am.

Initially I thought I would stay until 11:11am but after the sun rose it was clear, it would not be safe for me to stay there in broad daylight. So I stayed until 7am and watched the sun come up slowly over the Hollywood Hills. The whole time I stayed, I continued to meditate and pray, for men to be whole again finally, for Twins to find each other, for love to finally guide this earth, and especially this city since this city influences so much on this earth. No bolt of lightening came and hit me or aliens or anything, but I did feel something very peaceful come over me. I felt a shift and it’s been with me ever since, I’m finding that’s very hard for me to stay angry these days. I left and went back to my room, showered and slept the rest of the morning, right through 11:11am.

Later that day, I saw a poster which advertised that the 13 Crystal Skulls were in Los Angeles that same day. I went and saw them and realized they were not only holding information but transmitting it also and re-absorbing new information from those they were coming into contact with. Again more coincidences.

Walking along Hollywood Boulevard and walking by the Egyptian Theatre, I saw that there would be a screening of “Wings of Desire” and “Far Away, so Close” with uber-director extraordinaire Wim Wenders in attendance. Both films are about Twins. (Avoid at all costs, the Hollywood American “remake” called “City of Angels” with Meg Ryan and Nicholas Cage, it’s a piece of garbage in contrast to Wender’s poetic original.)

That night I drove out to Santa Monica and ended up chatting with Wenders and asked him about it and basically got him to admit as much. It’s a sign. Wenders is no sloutch either. He’s won the Palme D’or at the Cannes Film Festival and is considered one of the best living directors in the world.

Grauman’s Egyptian Theatre

Mural at Egyptian Theatre

Entrance into Egyptian Theatre

Palme D’Or winner, multiple Academy Award nominee, former philosophy student, uber-film director, Wim Wenders.

What followed was one of the most sublime and surreal evenings of my life. Wenders was taking questions from the audience in between the two films but the moderator only allowed like 3 questions. Wenders then suggested an intermission so that people could go to the loo or buy popcorn or whatever before the next film started. So during the intermission a few people approached Wenders directly to ask him questions, like I did. Wenders has the air of a foppish, absent minded but kindly professor about him with a very dry sense of humour. He was very patient with everyone around him but most of the questions/comments were of the “I love your work, can I have a picture with you?” variety. Finally I got my turn:

Me: I love this film for a variety of reasons, but to me it mostly speaks of duality and dual elements coming together to form Unity and at the heart of it, it’s really a love story
Black and White vs. Color
East vs. West
Masculine vs. Feminine
Spiritual vs. Material
The Observed vs the Observer
Faith vs. Reason
The mythologist Joseph Campbell once said that the search for true love is really a search for the missing half and it goes back to Plato’s Symposium and has been replicated over and over again in myth, song, books and film. You had mentioned earlier when you started filming this work, in some ways it was the blind leading the blind and you didn’t have any clear idea of where you wanted to go with this….do you think in some way those ideas informed your work?

Wenders: (looooong silence, looks off into space, then looks at me directly)…you know…I never really thought of it in that way until you just put it the way you did….probably not consciously but now in hindsight, most definitely subconsciously. …I had read Plato’s Symposium when I was a philosophy student and I was also deeply influenced by the poet Rilke’s work…. So yes I’m sure of it now.

Some girl in the line: (in a snarky voice) What poet?

Me: (looking at her) Rainier Maria Rilke. (girl looks confused) (I look back at Wenders, he’s smiling and gives me a small wink, we both realize she doesn’t get it. Wenders asked for my name. I gave it and he stood up out of his chair and shook my hand. We end up chatting away for awhile)

The cosmos had confirmed that I had done the right thing.I did my job.

Post-script: Recently I found out pornographic film production may stop completely in Los Angeles. The mayor has signed a new law forcing porn stars to wear protection for HIV prevention and now that film industry is threatening to leave the San Fernando Valley and relocate to Las Vegas.

That ceremony happened on November 11, 2011. Nine months of gestation, nine months of waiting will bring us to July 11, 2012. Already revolutionary ideas and movements have sprung up around the world, not long after I had the first dream and more since that ceremony took place with those 14 medicines for all of Osiris’ 14 pieces.

As I write tis post, the Venus transit is taking place overhead, the last one until 2117. As some astrologers have pointed out, this transit is about purging the old. Incineration of the old ideas and old programs. The old egocentric, immature, hedonistic, puerile version of love, the old cliches of love, the old ideas of coupledom and that the new and higher octaves of love need to come into play. Love based on community, love based on selflessness, love based on service, love based on sacrifice, the love of growth and true equality.

I am not so arrogant as to think that my dreams or actions and ceremony might have shifted something etherically in the cosmos and therefore all these changes are happening the world over. I still cannot block out the words of Grandfather Martin, that magic happens with ceremony, when the intention is right and when we realize we need to step aside or help facilitate the Universe do it’s thing with small gestures like pure prayer, meditation and ceremony.  Those relics, those medicines and those prayers and blessings which went into them have a job to do. To anyone who reads these posts in their entirety, I only ask if you can also put out your prayers and wishes out to those artifacts, to allow them to continue to do their job for all of us.

Part 1 – From the beginning

Part II- The build-up

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Part II: 11:11:11, Linda Goodman and a whole lotta shakin’ goin’ on

Preparation and Build-up

Denver itself is nothing special. What I liked was that the Rocky Mountains are right there against the city skyline but other than that, it’s not all that different than any other city in North America. Colorado is a very, very wealthy state. Lots of military installations everywhere, Masonic symbolism everywhere especially in that crazy airport and the Air Force base is there as well as NORAD. I got a creepy feeling the whole time I was driving in the city.

Why would anyone in their right mind have entire wall mural of this at the airport?

Cripple Creek, Colorado
Cripple Creek is indeed a beautiful area, very rural and very remote, the gold mining operation in next door Victor have resumed and the way some of the mountains are now bare is very very sad. Cripple Creek really is not much nowadays, a bit of a disappointment. The casinos have completely ruined it. Lots of day-trippers from Colorado Springs or Denver who come in to play the slot machines and then leave. Not a lot of people living there anymore. The old hotels are now casinos, it’s all really tacky and loud. Not much of the money however is being put back into the town. It is an economically depressed part of Colorado despite the gold underneath them.  Beautiful Victorian houses and mansions sitting neglected, abandoned and dilapidated. There’s just no money there. Artists come and go. They can’t develop any skiing because the snow doesn’t stay long enough. But if you get out of Cripple Creek and investigate other parts of Teller County, it is a very beautiful and great place to visit. I think LG did “dress” it up a bit. I mean it’s a great place if you want to be left alone and based on what Ruth told me, LG would get people bugging her all the time, like some of these “knowflakes” types, someone even showed up at her doorstep while she was still in her bathrobe and demanded a reading! Many of her fans somehow felt entitled to LG and her time. My impression of the locals is that they are actually a bit red-neckish.

Cripple Creek, Colorado in the Gold Bowl

Even then, there is still gold underneath those mountains, the sunny mornings and the clear blue skies and air are absolutely breathtaking, driving around Teller County is indeed a beautiful place. And the snowcapped mountains in the distance does lend an air of exoticism to the valley. Easy to see why she called it a microcosm Tibet. One thing I did notice was that many of the mountains there are pyramidal in shape, not jagged like the Himalayas or rounded like the Appalachians, but with a distinct pyramid in shape. I kept seeing them everywhere. Who knows what’s underneath some of those valleys and mountains, but one thing LG got right, you DO get the sense there is some secret lurking in that area. I just don’t know what exactly. You do feel something in the air there.

Mount Pisgah, Cripple Creek, CO

I ended up staying at the Cripple Creek Motel for most of the time and after looking at the Last Dollar Inn (LG’s old house which is now an Inn) and after speaking to Ruth (Ruth Cook was one of LG’s best friends), I cancelled my stay at the Last Dollar Inn. I had a look in and it’s red velvet everywhere. I got a creepy vibe from the place, even standing at the door. I also didn’t see a point to staying there given that I got into LG’s other house on Hayden Street.

Last Dollar Inn, Linda Goodman’s first home in Cripple Creek, CO

I went and had a look at the house on Hayden Street. The one with the indoor pool and St.Francis chapel. The place is deserted now and when I went out back to take some picture, I found that the back door had been jammed open. Someone had busted the lock a long time ago. The timing of the whole thing was too strange so I took it as a sign, I went in and took pictures and here they are. The house on Hayden Street is a beautiful piece of property, my guess is that there are no buyers which is why it’s been abandoned for so long. Why would you buy a multi-million dollar home which also needs a few hundred thousand dollars worth of work and upkeep in a tiny village in the middle of nowhere? I don’t think there are many buyers with that criteria. That house is totally abandoned now and has been since she died and will probably take millions to bring it back to what it was. Water damage everywhere. Even then, the energy there was much cleaner and nicer, you can see LG’s touch everywhere. Fireplaces in practically all the rooms. Someone had even left flowers at her chapel where she has a stained glass of St.Francis and another one of Mary Magdalene. I went back there a few times and “talked” to LG and explained what the ceremony was about and what I wanted to do in LA. I don’t know why, but I felt protected in that house.

Entrance into house on Hayden Street

The indoor pool area

Water damage in basement room

Stairwell to basement and pool area

The old pool

Front living room area and fireplace

Entrance into chapel area

The stained glass chapel of St.Francis of Assisi and Clare of Assisi

On adjoining wall in chapel, the stained glass window of Mary Magdalene waiting for Christ outside of his tomb.

Detail of Magdalene stained glass, “And the wolf will dwell with the lamb, And the leopard will lie down with the kid, And the calf and the young lion and the fatling together; And a little boy will lead them.” Isaiah 11:6

In Linda Goodman’s old kitchen. ‘expect a Miracle” was one of her most favorite sayings.

Stained glass window in the kitchen, of the Holy family

Isis, detail of holy family stained glass

Osiris, detail of holy family stained glass

The starship “RA”, LG’s allusion to Brewers work as a marine biologist, I think.

I went to the Last Dollar Inn and despite it showing up as “booked” solid online, I saw no one there. Looking into the windows and walking around, I didn’t see anyone staying there or running the place. I think the owners only show up if someone is there. Anyway, looking into the windows, I didn’t have a good feeling about the place. And it turned out my intuition was right after speaking to Ruth.  The new owners bought the place in 1995 and literally want nothing to do with LG and her story, unlike the previous owner who Ruth told me as a great guy. They got rid of a lot of LG’s furniture and antiques which were there when LG lived there, hardly anything of the original is there anymore, besides name only. When I peeped in it was all crushed red velvet sofas and tacky paintings. It looked more like a bordello.

Ruth Cook
Ruth Cook was one of LG’s best friends, Ruth who-rhymed-with-Truth (so help you God) I drove down to Colorado Springs and met her at her home which she shares with her family. She was a very gracious and welcoming lady and pointed out to me that she’s been contacted by 100s of LG’s readers over the years but I was the only one she’s allowed into her home mostly because of the letter I sent her years ago and the follow-up phone calls since then. She said LG would have liked me. Quoting Ruth, “She would have liked your attitude”.

And meeting with her and hearing her stories about LG was indeed an eye-opener. LG was a very generous, but a very difficult woman to be around for long periods of time. Very demanding and at times even delusional. Much of LG’s writing was artistic licence. She almost had a split personality, one side of her was very benevolent, and generous to a fault and full of wisdom and was able to tap into some of these wonderful sources of inspiration, but there was another part of her which was very difficult. She was a diva and expected to have people serve her day and night, hand and foot. She was extremely demanding and from what Ruth told me, would have been happy to see Ruth leave her husband and kids to become her full time personal assistant. Ruth and Lowell Cook basically raised LG’s kids, because LG was hardly ever in Cripple Creek during the 70’s while they were teens. She was always off to NYC or LA. She just could not accept death. She was forever promising people percentages from sales of her books and many many people around her took advantage of her. Very few ever stood up to her (like Ruth). Her enablers would basically say what LG wanted to hear, including these detectives and whatnot who helped “search” for Sally. They knew LG was in denial and used it to their advantage to line their pockets.

As for Brewer, they were only together for a few months. She was still married to Sam Goodman at the time, but their marriage had evolved more into a friendship. Bill Snyder had long died in the 50’s. She married Sam but it was always more friendly than anything else. According to Ruth, the passion and sexual excitement was never really there, but she found that with Brewer. Brewer left her because he just could take her bossiness and demands any more. There was like a 25 year difference between them in age. Ruth liked him, Jill and Michael liked him, but Sally and William were a bit indifferent towards him. He didn’t leave LG because of the other woman, he left her because she was just to difficult for him to live with after a while. Here is a sketch of Robert Brewer.


Ruth had a box full of letters LG had sent her over the years including newspaper articles about Sally and a pencil sketch Jill did of Brewer. She’s been sitting on them for 40 years and her kids don’t want them and neither do LG’s kids, so she gave them to me. It’s a sad story. There were letters to her various lawyers stating percentages of her books she wanted to give to so and so. Charles Muses got 15%, Steve McQueen and Ali McGraw were to get a few thousand dollars, 1% was supposed to go to her kids. Some of her anagrams of her name and with Brewer were also just as sad to look at. She was a lonely lady grasping at straws trying to find meaning in something that did not work out and with results she refused to accept. Ruth even gave me a copy of the program from LG’s funeral. LG couldn’t accept death,  she couldn’t accept things not going her way. There’s a lesson here somewhere which I still need to figure out.

After examining her manuscripts and hearing Ruth’s stories, a large part of Goorbez was artistic liscence, made up including some of those conversations within the book towards the end. Linda *wanted* to see Bill in Robert since she was unfillfilled and unhappy in her marriage to Sam. She drove Bill away after the death of Melissa, their first daughter, he wanted to come closer to her including sexually as a way to bond and heal over the death weeks after it happened and LG wouldn’t have it, in her mind how dare he even think about sex at such a time, when he should be at the gravesite beating his chest and sobbing his eyes out everyday. In the end she regretted driving him out and eventually losing him. She ended up doing the exact same thing 20 years later with Brewer.

I did tell Ruth about the ceremony and what LG thought was beneath that cross in LA. She was behind me 100% and Ruth even said she would stay up and try to connect with me while I was on that hill. I told her I was on the way to Hopiland and that I would ask Martin to bless the medicines. Really, she’s a wonderful lady.

Don’t get me wrong, LG did a lot of good too, she enormously helped a lot in the spiritual consciousness of the planet with her books becoming bestsellers. She did a lot with things like offering up the purple plates, the sense of hope she gave people and her generousity which unfortunately was her undoing. If anything, it’s her own humanness which makes her writing so accessible and likable because you feel that she understands where we’re all coming from. But like light going through glass and being filtered, a lot of her channeled material was also filtered through the prism of her personality and the impossible task at hand is figuring out what was inspired from an otherworldy source and what was much more earthly in inspiration. Even Ruth was stumped in some spots there and perhaps no one will know and maybe we’re not really meant to know. I understand why her kids now deliberately live in obscurity and want nothing to do with their mother’s legacy anymore. They got sick of the lies and opportunists and just want to remember their mom as Mom.

Hopi Elder, Grandfather Martin
Went to Hopiland and connected with Grandfather Martin and his daughter Jo Anne. I put the artifacts out in front of him along with the medicine mix and a chart drawing of what everything represented as a medicine wheel. He took one look at the chart and because it looked like a medicine where, he immediately understood what I was doing. He stood up and blessed all the medicines in the Hopi language, I didn’t understand a word, and he also gave me medicine to use in the ceremony, to add to the medicine mix. When he stood up to bless the medicines, everyone else in the room did also (they were all Hopi), including a visiting Japanese Shinto monk. While he was praying and chanting over the medicines, some people even started to cry. He also did something rather significant. Martin reversed the polarity and the emphasis has been switched. What was big and had primary importance as the phallus, is now smaller and will have secondary importance. What was small and had secondary importance as the heart is now bigger and will have primary importance.

Afterwards, his daughter Jo Anne invited me to join them for lunch and I spent a few hours with him asking questions and he’s verified quite a bit. The ancient Egyptians were in the Americas once, they did not leave anything behind but they were here. The inner earth is hollow and those dwellers will only come up to teach us when we are ready, when we learn to forgive. Twins are very real.

Part III coming up, LA and the ceremony….

and from the beginning, Part I

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Mother Sophia

Istanbul is one of those cities you have to visit at least once in your life to believe.

Before it was called Istanbul, it was known as Constantinople.
Before Constantinople, it was known as Byzantium.

The Roman Cistern

It straddles two continents and has witnessed the Roman, Eastern Roman and Ottoman Empires come and go. The city is as old as time itself, and with each successive layer of history, seems to reinvent itself and continues to live. It’s a hot, decadant, sexy, ancient, intellectual, city all rolled up in one. Where ancient Greek Orthodoxy and Islam sit together, if at times, unsteadily.Where East and West truly meet and you can’t walk 5 feet in any direction without stumbbling on a place or thing of historical importance.

Roman aquaduct cutting through Istanbul

With sprawling palaces and harems, ancient Orthodox churches, towering mosques, Roman ruins, the Bosphorus splitting the European and Asian sides, and some sites of the city embedded in classical Greek myth, you can spend weeks in Istanbul and never get bored. There is an insane amount to see and do, eat and experience, discover and digest much like New York, Paris or Buenos Aires.

Byzantine mural at the Chora Church

The Blue Mosque, designed and built by master architect Sinan. His student eventually went to India to help build and design the Taj Mahal.

By far, my favorite spot in Istanbul is the Aya Sophia.

Aya Sophia

It was first built as a cathedral to Sophia and was the seat of power for the Eastern Roman Empire. While St. Peter’s in Rome was dedicated to the clergy and the Pope, the Aya Sophia was for the people, the size meant ot make visitors contemplate the greatness of their Source. While St.Peter’s drips with marble and statues and bishops and cardinals in jewel-encrusted robes, the Aya Sophia retains her sense of grandeur and regality, even laid bare. A mute testament to her longevity and strength. Built well over 1000 years ago, having suffered several earthquakes and having it’s gigantic dome crashing down a few times, she’s a little rough around the edges and worn down these days. But the sense of history, the atmospheric mood, the majestic but sad ghosts and the dormant, sleeping energy of the place cannot even be compared to a place as plastic and contrived as St.Peter’s.

Interior of the Aya Sophia, including the Grand Gallery. That little fenced in place in the bottom right is where the Eastern Roman Emperors were crowned.

In some ways the differences between the Aya Sophia and St.Peter’s is equally contrasted in the theology of the Catholic, Protestant and subsequent churches. St.Peter’s is consecrated for the Divine Father while the Aya Sophia is for the Divine Mother.

When the Turks conquered Istanbul, they converted the Aya Sophia into a mosque and covered up all the old Christian mosaics in line with Islamic belief that there should be no human form represented in a place of prayer. The Aya Sophia is now a museum and the old mosaics are slowly being uncovered, like the one in the top left.

Sophia is also known as Divine Wisdom according to the Orthodox Church. Some psychics and mystics have gone so far to say that Sophia is the Holy Ghost or Holy Spirit of Trinity. Which to me, makes complete sense. Any daft person can tell you that in order for creation of any sort to take place, there HAS TO BE a Male and Female principle at work together. Whether it’s flowers, bees, babies or the Universe.

While this idea is very well-developed in India where they worship the lingam and the yoni in temples, or with North American Native tribes with their teachings around the pipe ceremony, with the pipe bowl and the stem. Unfortunately, the Abrahamic tradition completely dropped the ball on this one.

Lingam and yoni in Indian temple

Native American peace pipe

True, the Kabbalist Jews worship Shekinah, that female part of G-d or Chokhmah, which is wisdom. The Russian Orthodox church have developed very advanced teachings and theology around Sophia, called Sophiology. Sofia also infiltrated Islam as “Wisdom” and is a very popular name for little girls in places like Pakistan, Afghanistan, Iran and the Middle East. These inclinations were always either suppressed by the formal religious authorities or eradicated completely as heretical.

Russian icon, with Divine Wisdom in the center. Mary and Jesus are at the side.

Not any more.

Sophia is about the heart. The Father is about the mind.  It is about people waking up, people feeling angry and taking to the streets demanding change. Anger in the grand scheme of things is related to passion. The heart is waking up, feelings are finally coming out. She is everywhere, hidden, waiting, watching and understanding. She is waking up. I heard her call back in 1999 when I prayed to her one night and suddenly found myself in Turkey and in Istanbul 6 months later and stayed on for 3 years, marking the beginning of my spiritual journey. All the prophecies point to the new upcoming era as the era of the Divine Feminine. It is also what the Hopi Elder told me.

Nikolai Roerich’s painting, ‘Mother of the World”

I don’t mean that in the Wicca, long hoop-skirt wearing, let’s-all-pray-to-the-Earth-Mother-and-be-raw-food-vegans sense. This doesn’t mean ragging on men. This doesn’t mean elevating women at the expense of men.


It means we stand side-by-side now, not gazing at one another but looking outwards together. Equal in worth, different in essence. Partners, comrades, allies, twins, giving and receiving, strengths and weaknesses complementing each other effortlessly, in mutual reciprocity.

You think it’s a dream?
Wait and see.


A Moment of Breathlessness at Hagia Sophia


2 videos with Paul Skorpen, a long-time student of Daskalos, talking about the new Sophia energy

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Why Love is going to win in the end

Back in 1999, I moved to Turkey and spent several years living and working there. It was a fantastic experience and completely opened me up to experiences around reading landscape energy, finding places which are still off the radar screen and discovering the excitement of how real growth can sometimes happen in the most unlikely of places.

I’ll blog more about some of these places later but for today I’d like to share an experience I had at the ancient Roman city of Ephesus. The ruins of Ephesus itself are quite impressive and if you’ve never gone, it is well worth a visit.

Outside of Ephesus, you have a small town called Selçuk (pronounced Sell-chook), which has all the hotel, hostels and bus connections which pretty much services the local tourist industry for Ephesus and area. Selçuk has the ruins of a very interesting basilica, namely The Basilica of St, John the Divine (or John the Beloved, depending on what church you belong to).

This John, (and not John the Baptist) is the alleged writer of the Book of Revelations or the Apocalypse. You know the one. The part of the Bible which talks about the Seven Horsemen of the Apocalypse, plagues, the Whore of Babylon, and all sorts of weird and wonderful symbols and codes which people have tried to interpret for centuries  especially around “The End of the World” but have never really understood what it’s all about (I like mystics who manage to dupe so-called experts like Popes and theologians).

Greek Orthodox icon of John writing down the visions , over the entrance way into the cave of the Apocalypse. Patmos, Greece.

Local Orthodox and Coptic Christian legend holds that as Jesus was dying on the cross, he gave John, his brother the charge of looking after their mother, Mary. Both lived out their lives well into old age and died at Ephesus. The House of the Virgin Mary is also nearby, at the top of Nightingale Mountain. I had an experience there too but will write about that another time. The House of the Virgin Mary

John is said to be buried here. While the exact site of the tomb was not clear. St. John’s supposed grave was marked by a memorial and enclosed by a church of modest proportions in the 4th century. In the 6th century, Emperor Justinian (527-65 AD) believed that a tomb dating from the 300s was John’s, so he built a magnificent church on the site dedicated to the saint. It is the remains of that church that can be visited today. Most of it is rubble now, because of Turkey’s numerous earthquakes through the centuries as well as the Turkish conquest of the area later on.

Basilica of St. John the Divine

The Basilica of St.John

It was December 31, 1999,  The Big Millennium. People were freaking out over Y2K, celebrations and fireworks were out in full force at all the major cities around the world.

I spent most of that afternoon here, by John’s grave. The place was deserted, no summer tourists, no Christian pilgrims, no one, it was utterly empty, I had the entire site to myself. The old caretaker was practically asleep at the gate but very kindly let me in and said that they would be closing early today but if I wanted to stay longer, I was free to do so. I suppose that means I was the very last person to visit his grave for that millennium.

After exploring the site, I perched myself on the step-like ruins overlooking the grave and got my journal out to write about my impressions. This is what came to me.

“It’s been almost exactly 2000 years since you’ve been here. What were once mighty cities, now lie in dust and rubble, what were once shrines, now lie in ruin. The transience of this world is all to clear to me now, and indeed only love is eternal.

The world has gotten worse since you last walked these eternal hills, I sometimes wish the Apocalypse would take place if only because there is so much purification which needs to take place…one by one, the prophets voices have been lost over time…people have forgotten their souls, they’ve become too clever, everyone always wants a shortcut…love, compassion, truth and forgiveness have left man. Brother kills brother, daughters turn on their mothers, people don’t know where they come from anymore. Rudeness, hate and greed rule all. Perhaps the world is not all that different  from your time and there truly is nothing new under the Sun, we just treat our problems differently…The empires have changed hands, in your time, it was the Romans which persecuted you. Now it’s the Americans which see to it that everything beautiful and pure is automatically uglified and put to sale. They are so young, stupid and arrogant! They have no shame or humility anymore. It seems that those things are now out of fashion…The voices of the old prophets need to be heard again.

Everything in this world comes to an end eventually, doesn’t it? Empires, realms, kingdoms and leagues, all of it disappears, human lives come and go as the wind comes and goes at will. What is the meaning of it all? At the heart of it? I finally understand that the only antidote to transience is Love. Love finally is the “glue” which holds this universe together, Love is what keeps the dance between electrons, neutrons and protons going. Love is the force which dictates Her will on the planets, stars and galaxies. Love is finally the only thing that truly is eternal, placing your bets on anything else will always fail. This world as we know it will pass too one day, what we think are powerful countries and empires today , one day will expire also. What we think are important today, money, power and fame, will one day be rendered meaningless.

The meaning of life is finally to be an instrument of Love, that’s all we can do, that’s all we are asked to do. And we are tested on this daily. Our interactions with people, our thoughts, our words, our gestures, are constant trials to decide which path we want to follow. Do we choose Love or do we choose fear? The old Chinese and Asian philosophers were right all along in dictating humility and humbleness. The only way to allow the dance of the universe to continue unhindered and unimpeded is to finally step aside, forget your ego, forget your personality (not your individuality), know damn well what your place is in The Big Picture and quietly, step aside. The Universe knows what it is doing far better than we ever will, this is why Eastern spirituality has always extolled the virtues of detachment. Detachment does not mean becoming cold and unaffected to the ills of this world. Rather, detachment means to be an informed spectator of the laws of the Universe at work. Everything in excess will always lead us to harm except for pure, detached, unpossessive Love. Passion, if taken too far, can become obsession and jealousy. Rather, passion must be sublimated and transmuted into unrestricted, unpossessive love which leads to true bliss.

The secret to life is to fall in love with Existence itself, to fall in love with the clear light of day, the clouds, the sky, the rain, the Sun, the cold, the heat, the wind and the stars , to love  every fragment of every atom that falls in front of you, and once you can do this, you will have come into you own, you will have become a source of your own love, the seeking stops and the answers to all your questions appear. You will have finally become all that there is, no more and no less.

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The New Energetic Centers of the World Part III

5) Iceland

Watch this film:

Iceland literally straddles two continental plates and sits atop the mid-Atlantic Rift. This gives this island an unusual amount of energy coming straight from the center of the Earth, in the form of earthquakes, volcanoes, geysers, hot springs and the like. (Did you know that the old Vikings in order to fool people named Greenland as Greenland and Iceland as Iceland when in fact Iceland is actually very green and Greenland is nothing but ice, rock and water? Gotta hand it to them…)

But what really makes a place at the end of the day are the people and Icelanders are a high-frequency group, probably no doubt because of the amount of raw, clean earth energy they are exposed to. Practically everyone here believes in the invisible world and show due respect, that might explain why despite the amount of “destructive” natural forces here, people here seem very level-headed and take everything in stride. Iceland, like most of Scandinavia is also one of the most socially progressive countries on Earth. The world’s oldest university and parliament, many women in leadership positions and a highly educated and literate country which produces 100 000 new titles per year for a population of only 317 000,  this country of staggering natural beauty and very little bloodshed in it’s history has something to teach everyone.



6) Altai and Ural Mountains – Russia

The beloved mystic, Edgar Cayce predicted that Russia was destined to be the most spiritual country on Earth and I have no reason to doubt it. While Western scientists continue to mock subjects like ESP and telepathy, the Russian and former Soviet scientists were always open to the possibility of researching these topics in a scientific fashion and continue to do so. The success of the “Ringing Cedars” books by Vladimir Megre (now 9 books in total) all over the world, whether you believe in them or not, only shows how truly hungry the world still is for guidance in living with harmony with nature, based on the teachings of Anastasia.

Furthermore, Russia has always had a strong tradition of mystics like Nicholas Roerich, and the Russian Orthodox Church were among those to establish the teachings of  Sophiology, the study of Sophia, as in Mother Sophia, Wisdom, the feminine side to the Holy Spirit as written about in the works of  Vladimir SolovyovPavel Florensky,Nikolai Berdyaev, and Sergei Bulgakov whose book Sophia: The Wisdom of God is in many ways the apotheosis of Sophiology. With shamans in Siberia, all the way to Mongolia, a shared and sacred friendship with India, a strong belief in Shambala and a resurgence in spiritual groups and renewed interest in the spiritual history and heritage of pagan Russia, more and more European new thinkers, clairvoyants and Truthers are moving to these areas in rural Russia.







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The New Energetic Centers of the World, Part II

Continuing on with the series….

3) Chiloé Island, Chile – The Other Fairy Isle

Chiloé is rich in folkloric belief  and it runs strong here. The island’s mythology is full of stories populated by strange trolls, sea monsters, eerie ghost ships, sorcerers and sirens. This rich mythology is a mark of Chiloé’s singular history, not unlike Western Ireland or the Isle of Iona in Scotland.  An island off the coast of Chile, Chiloé has always been marked by isolation, rich and verdant flora and fauna, a temperate climate, and dollhouse-like, colorful Jesuit wooden churches, of which only 9 are left and are considered UNESCO World Heritage sites now.

Energetically, this is virgin territory, with the veils between our dimension the higher ones still quite thin. The land is still clean. The people are still kind and many believe in the Old Ways and show deference to the other forms of life we share this world with, both seen and unseen. More recently the New York Times has declared Chiloé to be one of the new must-visit places in the world. Go before everyone else does and ruins it.



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4) Vilcabamba, Ecuador – The Valley of Longevity

A valley at the foot of the sacred Mandango, the Sleeping Incan, whose presence is said to protect the area from earthquakes and other natural disasters.

According to Wikipedia: Located in a historical and scenic valley, it is a common destination for tourists, in part because it is widely believed that its inhabitants grow to a very old age. Locals assert that it is not uncommon to see a person reach 100 years of age and it is claimed that many have gotten to 120, even up to 135, which would make it an area with the oldest inhabitants in the world. It is often called the Valley of Longevity.

The reasons for this claimed longevity are not very clear. French studies have shown that the diet and lifestyle of the inhabitants may be a factor. Dr. Richard Laurnce Millingtob Synge, a Nobel Chemistry Prize winner and the man who discovered amino acids, claims that there are remarkable medicinal qualities to be found in the plant-life in certain places near the Equator …. with the valley of Vilcabamba being one of these areas. Due to scientific chemical assay techniques, analysis has now shown that the fruit, roots and herbs of this particular Equatorial sub-area offer some of the strongest anti-oxidant protection in the world. In 1973, Dr. Alexander Leaf of Harvard Medical School introduced these remarkable people to the world for the first time in his cover story for National Geographic Magazine.

In 1981, the Ecuadorian government hired medical journalist Dr. Morton Walker to study these people in depth. In his book, “The Secret to a Youthful Long Life”, Dr. Walker reported that his research showed the mineral rich water that the Vilcabambans drank was key to their long lives and health. Laboratory analysis of the Vilcabamba water determined that the unique balance of enriched colloidal minerals in the local drinking water was ideal for promoting optimum human health. Medical researchers have confirmed that the retinas of 100 year-old residents are often comparable with those of 45 year-old city-dwellers.Others suggest that the climate in the region, which is reasonably steady without much variation, or the mineral content of its drinking water is particularly healthful and explains the advanced age of its inhabitants.”

Read: NO FLOURIDATED WATER HERE. The purity of the local resources like water, farming soil and climatic conditions are a reflection of it’s energetic frequency and the frequency of this valley is very high. With more and more people moving here by the year because of cheap real estate, organic locally grown food, excellent climate, friendly locals and low crime rate, Vilcabamba is rapidly becoming the New Hawaii.





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The New Energetic Centers of the World, Part I

So we all know about these power points around the world, usually spots where a high concentration of ley lines intersect and spots where the Illuminatii and Powers That Be (PTB) usually perform rituals and ceremony to emit vast amounts of negative energy into the Earth energy grid, which then in turn keeps most of us enslaved. I won’t go into the nitty-gritty of these ceremonies but suffice to say that researchers like David Icke have written, talked and documented it enough that you can easily find information about it at his website or various YouTube videos.

Cathedral Rock, Sedona, Arizona

From personal experience, after having visited some of these “hot spots” I can say that the energy at most of these so-called spiritual places is absolutely ugly now. Machu Picchu is a New Age circus as is Mount Shasta, California and Sedona, Arizona. It seems every other recently-divorced suburban housewife suddenly “finds” herself and decides to become some Wiccan High Priestess or wants to follow a shamanistic path and inevitably sets up shop at these places and then offers you the same path. For a fee of course…

Having been to these places, the tourist energy and the financial energy has completley ruined and drained these places, and I mean totally. I literally felt sick at Machu Picchu (and it wasn’t altitude sickness either), walking through Mount Shasta town, every second shop had a violet/purple storefront and had pictures of angels and tarot card decks on display in their front windows. The main drag of Sedona, AZ was lined with smallish strip-malls, every other establishment was offering Vortex tours or yoga retreats, none of it came cheap either. In fact, I found Sedona to be full of New Age – Republicans, with the worst possible qualities of both groups. People who essentially use the New Age movement and human potential movement to fill their coffers and line their pockets even more. It’s very unfortunate since these places do possess great natural beauty.

At the same time, I have experienced beautiful, lovely energies in many places around the world which are completely off the beaten path and do not figure largely in these movements….yet. Places where the energy is extremely pure, powerful and largely dormant for now.

It is common knowledge that the poles are now shifting. YouTube has tons of videos about this. It would then follow reason that the Earth grid and the associated ley lines would also be shifting. For me anyway, it would explain why these so-called power points felt empty to me and why other places, while not well-known, were simply brimming over with positive, powerful energy.

Here’s my list of some of these “new” power centers:

1) Cappadocia, Turkey – The Land of the Fairy Chimneys

A typical “feminine”-in-energy valley in Cappadocia

A place still steeped in history and spiritual energy, of fantastic rock formations, lovely valleys, underground cities from the beginning of civilization. Cappadocia was home to the ancient Hittites, a parallel civilization to the ancient Egyptians. We still know very little about them. They built the underground cities of Derinkuyu and Kaymakli. I spent 3 years in Turkey and much time in this area and still barely scratched the surface of this other-worldly place. They say there are even more undiscovered underground cities in the area and Turkish government are keeping many of them secret. These places were built literally thousands of years ago and is as strong and intact today as the day they were built.

On top of that, you have the amazing landscape of Cappadocia itself. Even walking through the magical valleys, every rock-scape, every view, will say something to you and speak to you differently. If you listen closely, Mother Nature will speak to you directly here. It’s not a coincidence that the early Church fathers, like Basil the Great and Gregory of Nyssa as well as hermits like St.Simeon  and ancient Greek Hermetic mages like Apollonius of Tyana set up shop here. The hermits of Cappadocia distanced themselves from the world by cutting into fairy chimneys, the phallic and strange rock formations of the area, rather than living on top of columns. They hollowed out the chimneys from bottom to top creating rooms at 10-15m high. Their spiritual imprint and those energies of centuries of monks, sages, holy men and hermits meditating in caves and remote valleys is still there and undisturbed.


Homes and caves dug out of the rock formations.

2) The Eastern Townships, Quebec, Canada – The Land of the Gentle Hills
A beautiful corner of Canada, 60 km south-east of Montreal, where the Appalachian Mountains begin, the oldest mountain range on the planet, bordered by Vermont, New Hampshire and Maine, the region is known for the high quality foods it produces, cheeses, wines, organic farms as well as hundreds of lakes, streams and rivers, any outdoor enthusiast’s dream.  The old, unused train tracks were converted into bike paths a few years ago and they now intersect across the countryside, allowing anyone to discover the land in an easy and gentle way. In recent years many progressive thinkers, writers, creative types, retreat centers and monasteries have been moving here and setting up homes and workshops. The people here are known to be quieter than Montreal’s other playground, the Laurentians.
A crystal mine, one of only 7 in the entire world is also located here.
Many folks here have claimed to have had run-ins with the Little People in this area and old-timer’s tales with contact with otherworldly forces and creatures are rife in the picturesque villages with interesting names like Mystic and Magog.
Quebec’ s own version of Nessie, the Loch Ness monster, resides in Lake Champlain, only they call him Champ.

An alleged photo of Champ.

Driving through this area on a beautiful summer’s day, the place positively gives off a golden, healing energy.
The Townsips in the Fall
This is just the beginning, much more to come.
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The Shift Has Hit The Fan

Welcome Truth Seekers, Light Workers, Earth Healers, UFO enthusiasts, spiritual pilgrims, and all!

This will be a blog about a lot of different things but primarily focusing on how the energetic changes are affecting all of us, the world, the planet, our psyches, or feelings and our observations of what is happening in the world leading up to the BIG DAY of December 21, 2012 and long afterwards. (Yes, I think the world will continue, but how that world will look like, I’m still not sure. We’re due for a change but I don’t think it will all happen in one day.Thoughts?)

In the course of my postings, I will, of course be adding my own twist and outlook on things as well as my other pet passions, namely energetic travel, the new energy centers emerging around the world as the old paradigm closes.  I will also discuss articles I find around the web related to this shift, symptoms which are showing up in the mainstream culture, news, film, music, politics.

Lest you think that this is another New Age blog, I will not be discussing angels, chakra colonics, St.Germaine or things that other New Age writers like Deepak Chopra, Wayne Dyer, Eckhart Tolle, Oprah Winfrey or be pushing their wares like $3000 weekend retreats to Bali. No way.

In fact truth be told, I actually have no patience for those types or people who follow such writers and the fake sense of spirituality they sell. They often are selling what people want to hear and it is my firm belief and experience that real spirituality isn’t worth a hill of beans if it doesn’t involve you facing yourself and your fears head on.

My experience with much in the New Age movement is that people get fixated on a certain book, a certain teacher or method, like Drunvalo Melchizidek, or the Native sweat lodge, or yoga or becoming a vegan and think that will solve their problems  when in fact , those things are distractions and are actually blocking these individuals from really seeing themselves with clear glassess and understanding where their issues lie and then actively doing something about it. At worst, it is spiritual laziness and at best,  a money-making process for these “teachers” and cults of personality.

You won’t find that here. What you will find instead is analysis, thoughts and even criticism . Some of these aformentioned teachings and teachers are not really helping people but making some of these individuals rich instead and I don’t think that is cool or kosher.

So, hope you join me on this ride and share your own processes as we journey together as a human tribe into this next phase of our trip into the great unknown (I’m excited, aren’t you?)!

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