Musings on Life, Love, Consciousness, Toxic Masculinity, Toxic Religion, The Sacred and The Profane

As the slowly shifting sands of time create ever taller hills for lost souls to climb, It is in this selfish, hateful world of little reason and rhyme, that I must seek the way to truth, to find Love sublime. Read more

Again, the kingdom of heaven is like unto a merchant man, seeking goodly pearls: Who, when he had found one pearl of great price, went and sold all that he had, and bought it. —-Jesus of Nazareth One of the Read more

The funny thing about truth is the fact that while I think that I am living it, the real truth may be trying to inform me otherwise. It is always a revelation to hear the truth (about whatever?), and the Read more

I devote this chapter to my wife, Sharon White.  Sharon is younger at age 72 than when she was at age 42, when I first met her. The lessons of love learned while with my wife Sharon could encompass an Read more

In 1987, I met Marie Schmidt, a practitioner of Joel Goldsmith’s The Infinite Way, which is a movement involved with mysticism and spiritual healing..  She was a woman about 87 years old, who taught every Sunday at the old YWCA Read more

I have always known that there is something fundamentally wrong with the way that we, as humans, live our lives, and communicate with each other. I have not always known what the source of my own disease was, however. My Read more

In prayer it is better to have a heart without words than words without a heart. —Mahatma Gandhi   Our brains have incredible capabilities, and their co-existence with the human mind creates an infinite capacity for human experience. One of Read more

A person who has thoroughly investigated human collective consciousness would find that there are many unconscious or unwritten rules for engagement between all members of society, in addition to the conscious and/or written ones.. The unconscious rules have been with Read more

Edit This has not been edited, but is published so that I can access it from another platform Marty and Me Over the years, I have become deeply disturbed by the developments within our shared world, within my individual consciousness, Read more

“We set sail on this new sea because there is new knowledge to be gained, and new rights to be won, and they must be won and used for the progress of all people. For space science, like nuclear science Read more

I devote this chapter to my wife, Sharon White.  The lessons of love learned while with my wife Sharon could encompass an entire book of its own.. On July 4, 1989  I met Sharon, and her daughter Hayley while attending Read more

Looking back, everything worked out just fine, I think.  Pursuing a woman overly concerned with appearances could not have brought long-term happiness to me, and there was little reason to hope that a love relationship with Masha would have worked.  Read more

Evergreen High School Class of 1973 Photograph of Donelle Mae Flick (Paullin) My first wife, Donelle Mae Flick Paullin, suffered from what psychiatric professionals labeled as paranoid schizophrenia. I struggled mightily to help, and to understand her, over the many Read more

Bruce Oliver Scott Paullin —- The Early Years What is in a name, anyway?  I was given a name that had links to family members through both my mother’s and my father’s lineage, thus the two middle names, Oliver and Read more

The oppression by our culture of our mentally ill continues to distress me.   The repression of the basic human spirit by our culture, and by many of those practicing their “mental health” professions, sometimes borders on witchcraft.  On that Read more

“Being male is a matter of birth Being a man is a matter of aging. Being a gentleman is a matter of choice” —Vin Diesel There has been so much discussion in the last several years about the differences between Read more

  Prologue Chapter 1 – To Find Our Voice Chapter 2 – Beginning The Journey Towards Consciousness Chapter 3 – A New Formation of Words And Flying With The New Flock Chapter 4 . Insight ,Black Holes, And Healing Chapter Read more

This story is a thumbnail sketch of my friendship with Randy Olson.  I first met Randy Olson when I was in fifth grade, after he moved up to Oregon from California. He lived about 3/4 of a mile down Oatfield Read more