Life Story#22: Killing the Buddha
Part One
'If you meet the Buddha on the road - kill him!' Such is the diktat issued by Zen Buddhism in one of its most outrageous moments. Designed to confront the student with his or her preconceptions about 'spiritual life', to shake the meditator out of complacency and slumber, 'Killing the Buddha' appealed directly to Liberty Fox and . . .
Blog#21: Midwinter Variety Performance
These are a few little spin-offs from recent posts...
Part One: Anyone For Jargon?
Sex, drugs, and rock 'n roll. Sound familiar? It's a bit of a cliche, isn't it? In fact, pretty banal and grotesque. It bears similarity with another wordbite from the same layer of human history: 'the Swinging Sixties'. Had you asked my . . .
Life Story#21: Girls, Girls, Girls
Part One
Sex. Girls. We were four predominantly heterosexual guys, and the two were pretty much synonymous. And, as enthusiastic members of a counterculture that had apparently thrown off the shackles of chaste, repressed, previous generations, it was amazing how little sex was actually around at the time.
There was the . . .
Blog#20: Synched-Up
Part One: Shaman's Blues
It was shortly before the turn of the century when I embarked upon an intensive period of shamanic journeying. It was an episode in my life that altered my perception of how the world works in various ways.
Meditation practice, once providing rich succour, had hit a brick wall; in truth, had hit that wall . . .
Life Story#20: Tiny Brown Thunderbolts
Part One
February's end, British Isles: the return of the light. Following three months of near-perpetual darkness, a miracle begins to manifest, as the days turn sharply bright, in the few precious hours around the middle of the day at least. Bright sun streams in through south-facing windows and broad glass doors, flooding living . . .
Blog#19: Going Berserk
'Breakfast where the news is read/ television, children fed...'
These few words from 'The Unknown Soldier' sum up perfectly the entire process whereby the pathogen story has been able to take over the world. No breakfast news, no television = no story. Simple, really.
Things have changed a bit recently. Until now, as David Icke has . . .
Blog#18: Shooting Star
Part One: The Hitchhiker
I was in my late teens when a message went out across the cosmos: "Starseed alert. Severe burnout. Abort mission. Terminal damage. Return to home base immediately."
And so it was that the soul that had taken up temporary residence in the physical body of one James Douglas Morrison, aka Jim, took leave . . .
