It’s said that the angels on high are joyous whenever someone turns their back on the everyday mundane 9 to 5 life. That‘s the journey, as Van Morrison sang, “From the dark end of the street to the bright side of the road”. The signs along this path are the inkling of a universe wanting to speak to us. Every turn is a lesson, the winking of an eye, which is contemplated only by those who stay young at heart. Continue reading Onward To the Palace of Wisdom- Truth
Many summers ago I was sitting on the levee watching the Mississippi, that venerable old man of rivers, as sacred as the Ganges and the Nile, proud and steady with a thousand tales screaming silently to be told. Though I had seen the river hundreds of times, it was during this one particular visit that I perceived it on its own terms. I felt as though I was seeing something observed before but only now fully realized in its own complexion and varied temperament for the first time. Continue reading Living Life on River Time
All those who wander are not lost. -J.R.R. Tolkien
Go here, go there but don’t just go anywhere. Let it simmer, beg you, trick you into it or call your name in the wind. Then you will know where you need to be so you can ‘be’, as a bird in the sky or a tree in a forest. Erase all doubt from yourself as this is just the sound effects of fear; lose this as you would a bad dream. But even with all your hesitation and wanting certainty, your destiny’s persistent even though the road’s crooked and full of the trickster. In the end, you draw strength from the words of the Buddha, Change your vibration… change your life.” Continue reading The Call
“All things on earth point home in old October; sailors to sea, travelers to walls and fences, hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds, the lover to the love he has forsaken.” -Thomas Wolfe
For some time, I’ve wanted to write something with this quote in mind that would bring some semblance of its brevity on one hand and at the same time the depth of Continue reading Old October
*This was written years ago but is just making its debut. For reasons I ‘m not sure of, I just couldn’t bring myself to post it. But now it is time, this is my testament to George who has influenced my life more than I will ever completely know. -JC
“George himself is no mystery. But the mystery inside George is immense. It’s watching him uncover it all, little by little that’s so dam interesting.” -John Lennon
When I learned of George Harrisons’ death on the 29th of November 2001, I felt a lost that begged me to search of myself, just what it was that inspired me about the “quiet Beatle”. Admit it or not, we’re influenced by people of notoriety. The downside is when one feels an affinity for power, wealth, and fame; a false sense of liberation from a life deemed as imperfect, burdensome, or ordinary. The true path of influence is more a mystical alignment, a personal identification with another life lived that reinforces, inspires or opens a door to a new way of thinking; of growing into one’s own skin. We may feel as a student to a teacher who opens up the possibilities of a single star on the horizon to masses of stars in the universe. Continue reading While the World Gentle Weeps
I love this quote and just maybe this is the only purpose of creativity of any kind… to build the world of the artist to others. Then what’s built inflects another and the flame of creativity passed forward. And what’s been said before is said again but with a different twist Continue reading Build Me Your World
We feel as though we’re in touch with something greater than our individual selves; something sacred within that we can only catch a glimpse of when in deep meditation, which leads to a portal, to an awareness of the mystery of our lives. A gift from the universe that touches the masters hands across the veil of time and space.
Words used in different form and measure tell the story of our lives. Such stories conjunct other stories creating a collective story, word by word. When perfected, and connected, they sound of music playing in perfect harmony. They dance to the rhythm of meter and time on the road to meaning and understanding.
*adapted into Echoes In The Dark /
And it came to pass on this day, that the wild man who created such havoc casting out demon shadows he saw in others were in reality his demons to do away with. And the inquisitive boy yearning for knowledge at every waking moment, never getting enough, are one and the same for they are you and they are me, forced into enchantment and awareness, abiding in a lonely house off to the left-hand way of ‘being’ by the river of contemplation’s. And the boy dwelling inside the wild man approaches the threshold after suffering death and inhalation of ego’s to discover compassion… the jeweled still point, lying at the heart of the soul. And it is there you will find me sitting on the porch in quiet mindful meditation.
I was lying in bed one night and saw colors on the ceiling… colors in stripes of reds, blues, yellows and greens. The room was black so the tint of these colors was dark but distinctly each their own shade.
It was while I was considering the display on my ceiling that I first heard the music. My hands felt my ears for headphones, but I didn’t have any on. It was as though the sounds were coming from within me, from my being. And it was beautiful music; I kept thinking I’ve got to remember this melody. All the while I knew I was hallucinating, none of this was real. But the song was such that I couldn’t possibly want to forget it… as it was becoming fainter and fainter, floating away like a cloud and then it was gone along with the colors from above.