Posted: April 25, 2018 in Uncategorized

Resfeber; the restless race of the traveller’s heart before the journey begins…


It’s that feeling you get when you’ve been in one place too long, when it’s time, time to go, the wanderer get’s irritable, disagreeable, unable to verbalize…

And then we are gone….

Doesn’t take much to feel the rush. With nothing but your eyes on me. How ’bout we do just like we do. Two crazy fools just breaking free

No, it don’t matter what we’ve been told. I can see the skies are gold. Yeah, it’s just you and me and open road, let’s go


My Insane wanderings have brought me to the Great State of West Virginia.

Looks like I am going to be running companies again.


Why are we so scared?  Here I am, a very sucesssful architect in my former life, having the police called on me as I walk to the park, sketchbook in hand.

G0 figure.  What happens when you just feel like walking all night long.  People say, how can you walk for 14 hours?  Well, it;s really easy, you see, one foot goes in front of the other….  Oh, then they really got scared.  Then I told the storty of the guy who ran in his first marathon.  Then he decided to run the 99 miles home.

So I have been kicked out of two houses in two days. They both think that that should have solved some crisis that they then had to solve.  Easy Rider understood a little something about freedom.  Hence the police.  Last I knew it wasn’t illegal to draw in public.  Are we really afraid to live in public.

Something is amiss in our world.  What if Christians were really christian.  Is it any more shocking that my parents and brother were the ones who kicked me out of their respective houses.  Yet, in the mist of it all, my unconditional love and forgiveness only seemed to make things worse.  Suddenly they felt a little strange aboung sending me out in the cold rain.

I don’t have the answers, but I do wonder what our world would be like if Christians were really Christians?

The wanderer knows.  The begining is when the time is right.  My calling is becoming clear

Insanely wandering, the muses beckon.  Death and destruction, we are reborn.

en lak’ech

Awakening as One

There is a long tradition of sychronicity in wanderers.   Somehow, signs just find us.  Particulary when our means of travel is blocked.

Are we stuck?  Why does that seem to have a negative connotation?  Maybe it’s the difference between a wanderer being stuck and really being stuck.  Sometimes we miss the purpose of being stuck.  Perhaps it is the fear of becoming unstuck – what if it never happens?

I have been having a recurrent dream about being stuck in the mud, only to be freed by a tsunami.  What is strange to some is that I am not afraid.

I think christianity still tries to maintain the illusion of control by fear of death.  Beyond that fear, we let go, now stuck in the tsunami.  Or are we free in the Tsunami?  The wanderer doesn’t fear where he will end up.  You wake up and you are nowhere.  You wake up.  It is enough.

Why does 4.11.11 seem like a significant number?  Simple math.  I sense a certain clarity to my situation.  Is the tsunami coming?  Perhaps we will reach out for it’s embrace.

Beyond the fear there is a certain sense of wonder.  For now, the wanderer waits.  Seeking.  Winking at Freedom.

What a night.  It’s the moon again, waning.  Revolution of the self, toasted.  Winking at freedom, the knack is to throw yourself at rock bottom and miss.  Don’t Panic!  Stop seeking solace and contentment.  It is a good distraction for some, but no longer for me.


“Authentic transformation is…not a matter of translating the world but of transforming the world; not a matter of finding solace but of finding infinity on the other side of death. The self is not made content; the self is made toast.”- Ken Wilber

For much of our lives, we naturally dabble in and actively pursue change… an evolution of selfhood.

But what Ken baby is talking about is a REVOLUTION of self. And that’s mighty appealing in terms of knowing your white hot truth. Just the mere willingness to be ‘toast’, to be shattered, will expand you to new proportions.

So then the question is, are you willing to transform? … to give it up; to be the fool, to re-write your story, to not recognize yourself; to believe differently; to be something, someone, you have not yet known? Sounds miraculous. Authentic transformation doesn’t necessarily depend on a nirvana experience or a nervous breakdown — though, hitting rock bottom can be incredibly efficient…

The Wanderings continue….

  • Add people and ideas to your life that are more in alignment with who you are,
  • Stop doing all the things that don’t make you come alive.
  • Stop materialism and replace chasing things with cultivating freedom.
  • Be Insanely Real.

Living Freestyle

Posted: March 22, 2011 in MuSiNG Around, Wanderings

My Wanderings brought be an little Inspiration by the Illuminated mind…

We are way past Obey, Conform and Consume now.

Do we seek security to facilitate happiness Do we really value comfort more than freedom?

The price we pay for consciously living our lives and forging our own path is the anti-role collateral. Sometimes that means embarrassment, humiliation and flat out rejection. But I can’t think of any bigger embarrassment to me than not being true to myself. A sovereign mind to me is more valuable than any fictional social approval.

I’ve realized that just as much as social restraints and pressures are real, they are only real within you. Our deepest beliefs about reality and ourselves are not true in themselves, but our thinking makes them true in our experience.

I came across the Rogue Priest today…

This comes at a time when I feel the need to move on from my current temporary living arrangements.  I am becoming aware that living by the phases of the moon is more important than I realized.  I stayed up all night the other night, and then realized it was a full moon.  I find I must continue to invest in magickal connections.

I am feeling called by an intentional community.  I just don’t know which one yet.  And so it all begins, and the Wonderer begins to Wander.