Choose wisely, oh mankind, the stories and secrets that we keep For by our choices, we may awaken, or just die alone and asleep —-Bruce Paullin Our lives are like a story that we write to ourselves. Enhanced meaning and joy accompanies us when the sagas of others can be Read more…
Truth, My Friendship With Marty, Seizures, and Death Life Is Better With You What value is a story, if it is never told? What value is love, if it is never shared? What is the value of speaking, if nobody is even willing to listen? According to the introduction Read more…
Powerlessness and silence go together. We … should use our privileged positions not as a shelter from the world’s reality, but as a platform from which to speak. A voice is a gift. It should be cherished and used. —- Margaret Atwood There has been an epidemic of white middle-aged Read more…
Psychedelics, Healing Potential, and Religious/Spiritual Experience I debated whether to place this chapter in the “Damaged” section, or the “Healing and Recovery” section of this book. It all depends on the state of mind, and intentions, of the person using the chemicals whether such an experience is to be considered Read more…
PART ONE: INDIVIDUAL CONSCIOUSNESS Conspiracy of Silence —-(definition from Wikipedia) An agreement, either formal or tacit, between two or more parties not to discuss some matter nor to reveal any information concerning it, especially in order to avoid blame, embarrassment, or other discomfort. “Our lives begin to end, the moment Read more…
We will either heal together as a country, as a world, and as individuals, or we will all die alone —–Bruce Paullin PART 2: THE PATH THROUGH COLLECTIVE CONSCIOUSNESS In this time when the anti-Christ seems to rule the United States, and when heartless terrorists, capitalists, and politicians victimize our Read more…
It has been said by friends and family that, at times, I have created quite the unique life experience for myself, though it certainly was not newsworthy or extraordinary in any obvious ways. I would now like to write about this life that I have come to know, Read more…
After Dad had passed away, my sister Pam and I had to go through his house (last October) to prepare it for a remodel prior to a potential sale. While going through Dad’s desk, Pam found a birthday card that Dad had saved, which I had given to him well Read more…
“As you have been with me in life, so I will be with you in death.” I “heard” this statement in my heart, and whispered it to Marty’s body at his graveside service Saturday morning, with Jo and Jim accompanying me to his graveside. Dad’s caregiver called me to Read more…
I have had the privilege and challenge of going through and sorting a lifetime worth of writings and papers from my parents, and from myself. After reading some of my mother’s personal writings, I was struck by the pain that she experienced remaining married to my father. He was not Read more…
I have had an anxiety reaction recently. This is difficult to talk about, as I have always considered myself such a “together” person, especially since I began conscientiously practicing recovery from alcoholism in 1987. Right now, I have a tight throat, and I am a bit dizzy, and easily irritated Read more…
I was asked on my birthday in 2017 what my most “memorable” birthday was, and here, to the best of my recollection, is an account of the near death experience.. I was 21 years old, and my best friend at that time, Dan Dietz (RIP), and John Durkin, went Read more…
We visited Mom and Dad’s grave site today for the first time since dad’s death. (Rocky and Peaches are buried with them, too). One of Dad’s favorite expressions about people who get ignored, rejected or neglected was that “he got the bum’s rush”. His dementia in the last years of Read more…
I am deeply disturbed by the present developments within our shared world, within my individual and our collective human consciousness, and the points of connection between the self and other, through language, religion, and philosophies that create oppression, repression, and personal and social disease. Starting within myself, I have seen Read more…
Throwing A Blanket Around The Moment, And Walking Away, As a baby, my parents placed a blanket around my baby body, and deposited me in a car in their garage so that my father could get at least 5 hours of sleep a night. Crying babies and sleep do not Read more…
Grandfather Great Spirit, A Story Of Recovery On March 22, 1987, I finally made the decision to live. My grandparents provided their loving presences, and home, for me for four days, while I detoxified from sixteen years of drug abuse and alcoholism. Over the course of my lifetime, they had Read more…
The following is an epic collection of thoughts about and experiences of my life. Master Teacher Of The Light More than once, certain members of our human race have had “mountain top” experiences, where true insight has been gained into understanding life, love, and both the ephemeral, and eternal, natures Read more…
In 1992, I was still in communication with my ex-wife, Donelle. At this point, she was in the mental hospital at Fort Steilacoom, Washington. She was committed yet again in 1990, and was languishing in there when I visited her. This was the 3rd time I had visited her Read more…
I awoke around 4:00 am, a time of day considered “too early to wake up” by most people. After our morning meditation and dialogue, Sharon White and I then drove towards my aunt Susie’s home, around 7:00 am, so that I could walk Sharyn’s companion dog Ruby. Sharyn was aunt Read more…
First of all, we want to wish our deceased mother a symbolic Happy Birthday. Today would have been her 87th birthday, had she lived. It is remarkable to note that Dad and Mom are being buried together on the date of her birth. This was arranged by our Loving Universe, Read more…