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Having been relieved of my duties, I was sent below, never to stand another watch while I remained in First Division. Even I had to laugh as variations of the story, about how I’d hit the old man in the head with orange peelings, filtered back down to me through the crew. Lest I get [...] Posted in metaphysics | No comments | July 15th, 2010
What I saw, in many of the crew, were men with broken spirits, hollow men who had sold their souls to the Great Gray Mother for a mere pittance. Having been granted the intoxicating drink they sought to ease their pain, and the favors of her prostitutes to satisfy their compulsion for soul as the [...] Posted in mind body spirit | No comments | December 6th, 2009
Having reached the age of personal responsibility for myself, I suddenly inherited all the unresolved conflicts of my parents. Overnight, I grew just as incapable of relating with others, particularly the opposite sex, as my stepfather had, my mother. For when my mother rejected his sexual entreaties out of the very real fear she might [...] Posted in mind body spirit | No comments | November 25th, 2009
While an animal encounters no one, not even its own self, we humans are more fortunate, or unfortunate depending upon how you view the matter, in that we can encounter our Selves on four different levels. In encounters of the first kind, we gain some small sense as a child that “I” exist, though not [...] Posted in autobiography | No comments | June 4th, 2009
Go to Midwest Book Review to see the latest review of A Different Kind of Sentinel. Posted in autobiography | No comments | March 11th, 2009
“Remember, my son,” admonished the old Indian, “when darkness descends upon you, seek out the fire that burns within your heart, for it is written that nothing, neither the Magician nor his Wraiths, can separate you from my love.” Instead of finding the fire that burned within, I somehow ignited a small brush fire at [...] Posted in autobiography | No comments | March 10th, 2009
Inside the ADMIN building, I fall prey to yet another fantasy as my thoughts drift back to the first time I wondered why the Lord of Darkness had fought so hard to keep me in the dark about this tiny island of mine. For if left alone, long enough, I’d invariably get sucked into the [...] Posted in autobiography | No comments | January 3rd, 2009
What I saw, in many of my shipmates, were men with broken spirits, hollow men who had sold their souls to the Great Gray Mother for a mere pittance. Having been granted the intoxicating drink they sought to ease their pain, and the favors of her prostitutes to satisfy their compulsion for soul as the [...] Posted in mind/body | No comments | August 31st, 2008
As a child, I had never been taught by my fathers, or by the religion of my fathers, how to communicate with the metaphysical side of my nature. O, I had learned how to ask God for things, as if the Almighty were some genie who could grant my every wish. But I was never [...] Posted in metaphysics | No comments | August 15th, 2008
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