A longtime friend of mine told me her son’s birthday is today and they’re coming into town to meet him for a Saturday night soiree – and invited me to join them.

At 21, he’s been a kid a long time, and still is; buying booze does not a man or adult make. But he’s a smart cat, does his own thing – I respect him.

A few years ago I was reading some of his high school essays, and in turn sharing some of my own personal circumstances, for which he was idly intrigued but unsold on my deduction about the matter. I remember thinking he had some growth to go before he was really properly awake enough to get the most out of this living stuff.

Being “awake”, a few years ago, was being heard more and more frequently, YouTube channel interviews and features about “waking up” and the numerous signs that you were “awake.” Whole careers got made as a result of the purported global “awakening” which was happening to more people, with increased frequency, since the Mayan calendar of December 26, 2012 came and went.

There has seemed to be a shift in the collective consciousness during this period, but I can’t be certain it is not my own perception from watching suggestive material. Either way, doesn’t matter. People are out there talking about feeling a change, and their thoughts are valid, their feelings are noteworthy. Not all of them are just doing it to become YouTube celebrities, I assume.

There is always the fluff-n-stuff in the “new age” genre, but that is not fair to those who are, in earnest, exploring heightened consciousness, and becoming more in tune with the natural forces – from being outside around the earth, away from the interference of electronics, wireless signals – frequencies. People are realizing that there are other deeper states of consciousness that aren’t reached typically by sitting in front of monitors, screens or staring into the digital eye of a smartphone without pause.

Technology is a divine gift, in my opinion, but I know there must be a balance in order to not lose touch with the biological connection to the earth and its foundational presence in our lives. Deep meditative states can achieve wonders, I think – although I’ve only gone into deeply lucid dreams more real than real and have never been in a state of transcendence focusing on nothingness.

One day I’d like to still my mind and have the experiences I’ve read and heard about, the activation of the kundalini, for instance. To astral project would be the way to travel, especially these days when airport security and general aggravation that often attends airlines. When I first started traveling as a freelancer, every time I boarded a plane, went through the security and made  my way through customs, I felt like I was living myself in a movie.

That would probably still be the case.


Astral projection still sounds like the way to go.

Happy birthday to my “woke” friend. And to all of you out there woke, or wondering what the hell I’m talking about, feel free to Google or ask me flat out.

Feeling sleepy, but that doesn’t affect the awakening…


I am, forevermore,






IMG_5371.jpgFor the last couple of years I have been locked out of my WordPress blogs. My fault, all because of screwing up two-step authentication and not having the good sense to update settings when I changed phone numbers. Didn’t record backup codes, etc. I didn’t have much time to dedicate to blogging, having taken on a couple of gigs for newspapers – something I’d never done in any capacity other than freelancing.

I was on a staff, the Editor. What a trip. My father had been an editor, for The Valdosta Daily Times, and a State Editor for The Albany Herald. Mostly, he was an investigative journalist, with the bonus of covering the mundane stuff – Rattlesnake Roundups and Miss Watermelon pageants. Without fail, he could turn something simple into a great work, and do it in a few paragraphs – something I’d never mastered, having been a flagrant over-writer all my life.

This is to say hello, and reopen the virtual door to my online life again. I’ll be looking forward to sharing new stories with  you, because now is the time for a huge change regarding how and why I write.

Over the last few years, but particularly the last couple of weeks, I’ve had the time to evaluate my life’s work. My home office had become a heap of clutter, having moved in with my partner four years ago and overwhelmed by the massive amount of “stuff”, I had to figure out how to fit and organize it all in a regular-sized room. The challenge wasn’t something I was up to for a long time. I focused on myself, my health, my mental infrastructure – I did a lot of things I’d never done before, like try to relax and not do things, or feel bad about myself if I didn’t do things – constantly. I even took a full-time position at two newspapers for a couple of years, until I realized that I was not doing what I was meant to do.

I came home, and I looked in this room still marveling at all the stuff I had accumulated during my life. My father had been a writer with lots of stuff, too – paper is a monstrous thing when it gathers and compounds. There were years when I wouldn’t read anything unless I printed it out, and I was faced most recently with the responsibility of going through every single piece of paper, in boxes too numerous to count, stashed in corners, on shelves, under desks. No one could help me with it, since it was all me. There were documents which would have no meaning to anyone else, and it was going to take a filing cabinet – my old one having been left behind due to its cumbersomeness -and a whole lot of patience and want-to.

I wound up throwing away about five trash bags full of paper. Waste. Luckily I did find a filing cabinet, a beauty – antique, probably 100 years-old, wooden, not metal like they all are now, listed on Craigslist from an attorney’s office going out of business. It even has tongue and groove – it’s delicious. This acquisition marked the beginning of a new era, one in which everything I have is filed properly within, while a good deal more is in the cloud – the cloud I’d not been able to trust for years. I give in, cloud, take it. I’ll even read on screen and not print. The amount of money I’ll save will be notable, and since I’m not getting the ole weekly paycheck from the position I left, I’m pushed to generate income the way I used to – doing what I love, doing what I’ve always done. My printer is only a modest character in my office, printing out only the most essential of documentation.

During this excavation I discovered writings I’d forgotten about – good works, too. Some were atrocious, from my high school days. No one will ever lay eyes on it because it’s going straight to the trash. I found everything, including my WordPress backup codes in case I got locked out.

And I had no recollection of ever having printed them out. So that little miracle was a sign, I figured – I love signs, like the filing cabinet, and finding the codes, and the stories. I love feeling like, for the first time in my entire life, I know where everything I have, that is part of me, is.

The next challenge? To learn the peace that comes from being resolute and focused on one thing at a time. Multi-tasking is a modern invention which has created fiends of us when mixed with nearly unlimited access to information through technology which increases its utility daily – Moore’s Law wasn’t joking around.

For instance, I struggle with staying on topic writing this, which should have taken all of 10 minutes, but I’ve gone on tangents I cut out, pasting onto Word docs for future use, and veered back on course. This is the challenge I see as the next step towards making a connection with the world in the way I can be most effective. There must be some order out of the chaos, I see the sense in this. I feel it.

What exactly our journey will be together is not completely clear in my mind’s eye, but I do know that the journey has begun. The map doesn’t exist but my inner-compass is working – I will follow my gut instincts, which are generally always reliable, and see where we wind up.

To all my friends who don’t even know me yet, I’m into you. You have something I want, and I think I have something you want, too. Let’s all get “woke” and see what that means in the long run.

To the cosmic architect with whom we are all a part, to the way we unfold ourselves in this 3D reality we call “life”, and to the virtual world in which we all get to explore, learn, and begin…

I remain,


KENDRICK JOHNSON: Damnatio Memorae? Football Coach Remembers KJ on Field

Another dispatch from the land of KJ. Solving the mystery one second, Tweet, blog post and text message at a time. #investigativejournalismincyberspace

KENDRICK JOHNSON: The Boy Who Never Came Home

Missing from most of what is available about Kendrick Johnson are the personal details, the characteristics which made him who he was. The anecdotes usually associated with almost any young person’s death are missing. A friend of mine from Texas who has been following the case wrote me one day, “DAMNATIO MEMORAE.”

He was puzzled that none of his classmates were talking about him, why everything and everyone seemed eerily quiet – and they were, are. My friend felt there was a reason, as many do – that something is being hidden, that the mentioning of Kendrick Johnson’s name would bring to light that which is concealed.

The people I was speaking with about the case outside of Georgia were exasperated trying to understand how and why a huge public high school with such a high profile seemed to be almost dismissive about Kendrick Johnson’s body being found on a…

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