Song of the Shifting Season

Sage song of the flat landscapturing the power, of an ancient handupon the womb of dreamsmanifestingfrom the all-seeing eyethat translates the knowing of the stars on highand activates the yearningwithin every waking heartto connect with the learnings that will bring man back to loveand remember the divinetruth of the earthin the rhythm of the soilsContinue reading “Song of the Shifting Season”

I am Free

I Am Free—as the flowing particlesof the windthat permeate throughand between —all things,near and farand in-the-spaceswhere nothing elsedares toroambut the mystical murmurings of Ether’s songAnd the wind is committed just as it is freecommitted to its essence committed to being in all formsand persistingthrough the wild stormsto the calm breeze…The wind is Eternaland commitment,sets itContinue reading “I am Free”

My Adult Psychic Opening

I have not shared much – neither publicly nor privately – about these topics before. But lately, I’ve felt prompted to speak about my own story of experiencing what I will call a psychic opening. People may refer to similar kinds of experiences under various different labels – and I don’t normally like to useContinue reading “My Adult Psychic Opening”

The Alchemist Returns

It’s been three weeks since my accident in the river by my home, when the current dragged me underwater and through a rock tunnel, and I escaped by what seemed to be a miracle… It felt like I went through a portal. Literally and metaphorically. A disintegration and reintegration of my body, my being, myContinue reading “The Alchemist Returns”

When Everything Crumbles…

… To come back together again more perfectly. The other morning I was sitting on my balcony, sharing a smoke of tobacco with my partner. Tobacco gifted to me from the Ngobe Indigenous, in southern Costa Rica. Tobacco that has been used by many indigenous peoples in sacred tradition and ceremony, long before this plantContinue reading “When Everything Crumbles…”

The Eve of Truce

A chapter is truly closing; the horizonrushing towards, and yetthe days slowly unfolding as though caught in a lazy, melancholy haze. It seems too surrealfor dreams to have arrived —that there is a mystic detachment;allowing the soul to float,beyond the turbulence of thephysical existence; that has certainly thrownits share of the underworldtroubles. Tests and challenges,before we’d finally cometoContinue reading “The Eve of Truce”

Tending to the Garden

If the inner garden is filled with weedsthen the intentions, of your sacred seedswill not find footing in the soilsthus even the purest dreams are spoiledAnd so our work, is to tend to thoseovergrown lands, where seeds are sownwithin, waiting for the moment to bloomemerge to the light, from the cocoonThose seeds have been there,Continue reading “Tending to the Garden”

Blood Stains on Paradise Shores

Oh how it pains me to see these marks; like the ocean, is bleeding… Signs of the red tide, the toxic algal bloom that’s being worsened in frequency and intensity, by human pollution. How it pains my heart; that I want to run from the ocean that has always cleansed my soul, and indeed thisContinue reading “Blood Stains on Paradise Shores”

Stormy Purification

“mystic touch… nestled in the womb of a Shaman’s dream opening portals in the Night…” This is an improvised jam from a stormy evening; wet-season jungle rains tumbling down. As I played, I could feel a deep sense of connection with the elements, with the Earth, and the power of alchemising emotions. Also, a feelingContinue reading “Stormy Purification”

Reflections… Two Years On

Sometimes it feels like I blink – and another year passes by. It’s hard to believe my two-year anniversary of being unexpectedly locked down in Costa Rica has just come and gone. So, I decided to share a little of what I’ve been up to lately. For those who are only just getting to knowContinue reading “Reflections… Two Years On”