Categories: About
- MESSAGE: Comments button messed up!
Hi all you fab readers!
I am sure you have had problems leaving comments for a week or so now. I have been trying to fix it, but may have to upgrade my blog to solve the problem. If I do, i will try to do it at night when not too many people are reading [...]
- Are Past Life Memories Real?
A history of recurring dreams
Every winter, from 1986-1990, I relived a past life so vividly, I cannot doubt that my prior existence as another version of myself was real.
The theme of these memories had played a role in my life since childhood.
I was killed in the Wounded Knee Massacre of December, 1890.
Bury My Heart at [...] - Magical Timeline: Going Where the Veil is Thin
I Move to the City: Worcester, Massachusetts
It was the time of the “Worcester Renaissance”, when student poets planned to bring the old city back its former glory as home of Elizabeth Bishop, the woman who never wrote a bad poem.
I moved out of my parents house and into a large 3 bedroom apartment in a [...]
- Haunting Childhood Memories…
Do you have strange, haunting childhood memories? Or is it only my morbid love for eerie ghost stories that makes these images stick in my mind?
I am sure you have had some odd occurrences as a child? Perhaps even paranormal ones. Isn’t that one of the gifts of childhood? A time wondrous strange, when anything [...] - My Magical Timeline: North and East, Living Outside My Body
The Call of the Otherworld
During my early adolescence, the call of the Otherworld intensified to such a pitch that I had a very hard time being present. Vivid dreams assailed me, astral projections, and visits from the horned Spirit of the Woods upset my sleep. Perhaps my imagination was merely fueled by the constant reading [...]
- My Magical Timeline: North
My blog mentor, Yaro Starak says we should tell our life story as is relevant to our blog topic. So here it begins. I intend to use the four seasons and then the Center to organize my Magical Timeline.
Magical ChildhoodI think childhood is a magical time for most people. Most lose their sense of wonder [...]
- The Gate at the Ege of the World
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When I was seven years old, I learned the poetry of winter.
In Massachusetts, winter snows are high and deep. I remember we had to pick my brother, Jim, up from some rural place that we never went before. [...]
