In the early morning I awoke to look out of my bedroom window at the deep blue atmosphere
turning pale against the mid morning sky. I look at the depths of ice encrusted mountain peaks and I think 
of your eyes. How blue the are. Blue as glaciers.

Your eyes told stories and spoke of a wildness that existed  long ago, a fire that once burned bright
against the snow of youth-full adventure. I miss the empty promises in my mind, that same fire holding
 both of us together united in flame, but all fires eventually burn out and people around them get burned.
Armour was forged from that same fire- you were my Joan of Arc and your valiance was your sacrifice . 

I could not wield your armor; only fire could do that. It was too thick and it burned to the touch. I soon discovered
it was fire who was your lover. When you gazed at the sky that satisfaction in your eyes was billion year old fire,
which howled at the moon since the dawn of time; when steely molten rock was forged from the earth....

Easter Dinner

Easter Dinner

It was on the sidewalk of Baker st. that I ran into someone that I dreaded speaking too. Actually, I was sitting pressed against the leather seats of Sidewinders Coffee shop
having my usual double when I looked straight into her eyes and she mine. Now it is a common fact that in a city surrounded by mountains, people naturally tend to either cocoon themselves-or go nuts.
 
 In that sense, it is not the least bit surprising that Nelson is a sort of refuge for strays, draft dodgers  and eccentrics. So, when crossing upon someone you know, while it is common chivalry to say hello and smile with that fake generic smile we use so often in public, its a hell of a lot easier to just pretend that you don't remember that person or smile vacantly off in the distance, eyes glazed over like some delicious, fattening doughnut- until people get the drift.

  For me especially,  this guilty pleasure  is even more of an asset, as I see the same old homeless bums I work with out on the streets wailing pathetically with their guitars, or spiting spiteful comments to themselves or each other on how "fucked up" our society is. I walk past them everyday and turn a blind eye to it all. Its just too damn intimate here sometimes. Anyways, I recognized my friend Jenny right away. She worked at the store I used to work at where I stocked generic beans, wore a generic uniform and spoke generic words to a generic "fucked up" society. She looked at me, I looked at her and we pretended not to "see" each other. But shortly after, during my sleep deprived saunter down baker street, while I was trying to absorb whatever dying rays of sunshine I could- we met again and were forced to engage in awkward, yet endearing conversation. Jenny keeps inviting me out for dinner and I keep saying  I'll make it out for dinner someday-when we both know the inevitability of the situation. Then, its the usual so "how are things going at the store" small talk that keeps playing itself out  every time we meet like a painful broken record.

 And still its goes on and on like groundhog day. I sit, drink my coffee and either pretend I don't know people I actually know or engage in safe conversation- because no one wants to hear the truth anymore. And I pass the same bums on the same street with that same vacant stare-because its easier that way.They will play the same songs that appeal to the same types of rich yuppies wearing  their shiny 400 dollar  "North face" Jackets who will, out of a moment of nostalgic sympathy , dish out 2 bucks whenever they hear "Imagine" blaring out from the same busker everyday. Meanwhile, I keep my eyes focused on the pavement.. 

The Shift

The earth is shifting, bending and stretching to adjust herself and if the Gaia theory holds true, we need to practice love and lightness, and that includes using her materials wisely. When we ascend from this earth plane, we will take nothing with us and so it is essential that we learn the importance of traveling lightly before this accent occurs. When you look around you in Western society there are various channels that will try to deceive you from remembering who we are. One of the major cogs in the wheel of this systemic globalization is advertising. Advertising leads to consumerism, which leads to distraction and surrendering to false gods. Two major false gods people are conditioned to believe they cannot live without are money and oil.

Gas prices currently stand at $1.30 per liter in Canada, have have risen over 7 percent since last year. The need for individual transportation has created strain on both our pocket books as well as the environment. Most food products sold in supermarkets arrive in huge transport trucks and ironically enough, we are paying for product that could easily be grown locally and simply here in our own communities. Much of the products we buy have an unnecessary shelf life of at least 5to 10 years and are not biodegradable, further creating more waste. These products include cosmetic items and processed foods. Processed foods have no life in them and instead of
increasing light vibrations the chemicals and cancer causing agents block energy flow.

More and more we are returning full circle back to the great orb that holds us in her womb. We are discovering that we are not compromising ourselves when making decisions to live simply.
I predict that over the next few years as the earth changes continue to occur communal forms of transportation will continue to advance as people become more aware and responsible. This is not only practical, it is also inevitable since our Oil Reserves Will run out. This will cause global unrest for a time, but will be a possible shift in that it will signify the death of the corporation and political ideology as people will focus on self reliance and community outside of the system. As well, we will realize the economical health benefits of eating simple whole grains and local vegetables, using animal meat sparingly. Many people will return to the land and once again, reconnect with our mother and this will be the great shift as we prepare for our ascent into the light.