Going Silent Till After Thanksgiving

November 16, 2011 by · 1 Comment 

This may well be my last journal entry for eight days. Tomorrow morning, I will receive an operation om my eyes. Then I won´t be able to use my eyes for reading, writing, or computer work until Thursday, November 24th…Thanksgiving Day! Well, if I can see better, then that will be good cause for thanks, won´t it?

This morning, I went to the Main Hall of the John of God Casa, looking forward to seeing him after a week of very quiet days while he was in Germany. But, I misunderstood the line I was supposed to wait in and wound up not going before the entity, at all. I had my slip of paper with the translation of my request for healing, but it was awfully general because I guess I´ve been so snobbish about my good health that all I can think of is very general `cover-the-waterfront`sort of stuff. This morning´s paper said: `Health and strength lthrough old age so I may serve God all my life`and also `Healing for my family and loved ones.`But when they never called the 8:00 o´clock line`I was waiting for, I simply stuck that paper in the Triangle on the wall…sort of like the prayer papers in the Wailing Wall.

By this afternoon´s session, my stiff eyes had succeeded in getting my attention and it suddenly occurred to me that I should ask for healing on their behalf. According to my eye doctor, one eye looks up and the other looks down, so I need prisms in my glasses to make them work together. One neuro-opthalmologist said it could be a brain tumor but an MRI led nowhere, so prisms it has been, with updated prescriptions every few years. So, what else is new when you´re seventy-four? I need glasses. So what? My glasses need prisms. So what?

But today, I took the glasses off and took note of how my eyes really feel. Stiff. Squinty, when called upon for face recognition across the room. And I got the translator to ask for healing for my Up/Down Eyes, noting the 4th cranial optic nerve the specialist had singled out as suspicious.  So, armed with a real, physical complaint this time, instead of just the `general tune-up if you can find anything wrong`notes I had carried in before, I went, single-file, through the two powerful-energy and fragrant Current Rooms where mediums sit in meditation and, at last, stood before Joao de Deus-in-Entity. This time, he looked directly at me, took my slip of paper without reading it, pointed his finger to each of his eyes and said `Tomorrow morning.`

The only other time I had been before him was my first day at the Casa when he barely looked at me and sent me in for an operation that turned out to be on my abdomen. This time, we communicated and it might have been because I was actually asking for something I needed. Almost as if he was thinking: `Well, I wondered when you´d get around to admitting that you do need my help here! All you have to do is ask!`

A full fifty-percent of the healing process is up to each participant to plumb their own depths and to get honest about what is going on within themselves…to recognize patterns or old habits holding them back and to determine to change what needs changing. I never had eye trouble until my `psychic eyes`blew open at age 42. Maybe they are still a little out of sync with my material eyes? I don´t know, but this is the sort of thing we should try to explore because so much of our bodily complaints often have roots in our spiritual life.

For instance, one of the examples I have recently read about in a book I picked up here was of a man who complained of having a tight chest with lots of congestion. Once he got to examining his life and background, he realized that it was his way of protecting himself against other people…a habit that started in childhood as a way to fend off an over-controlling mother. His chest became his armor against the world and he asked for help with that and during his operation, watched the entities chipping away the calcification he had built up. Lucky him, he could see stuff innerly. Maybe they´ll talk to me since I can only hear. But I´ll just take what I can get and be glad of it.

One result will be to find out exactly how dependent I am on the purpose and entertainment that pages and screens provide. How about it, Yáll? Anybody want to `Fast`along with me and diet from using your eyes for closework until Thanksgiving evening? Perhaps I could set up some spillover healing for you if you go into Recovery with me?

Planning Again To Adjust The Spine Of The Planet

November 16, 2011 by · Leave a Comment 

I wrote this post originally three years ago this month, on November 23, 2008, before my first South American trip. Just now, I´m hurrying to my next session at the Casa of John of God, so can´t update the words, but I will do that shortly. On that early 2009 trip, I did travel the length of the Andean Mountain Spine to the waistline….but on this trip, I plan to finish by going the length of Chile to cover the lower spinal column. More about this later.

 Here´s what I wrote before my 2009 trip:

I’ve had a glimmer of an idea about my approach to this exploration of the Continent of South America!  Why didn’t I see this before?  If ever there was a true spinal column among the landmasses of the world, this one continent stands out from all the rest.  Take a look at any Physical/Topographical page in an Atlas and you will see long mountainous spines here and there.  Many are small and run almost horizontally to the equator; some rise up from other elevated portions in a not-so-clear spinal statement.  The North American spine is hugely thick: beginning in Alaska, continuing widely in the Rocky Mountains, and ending in a small squiggle at the Panama Canal.

But, oh my goodness, the Cordillera de Los Andes is the most human-looking, hunch-backed spine you will find on this planet.  Well now…..how tempting is that?  I shall start at the top in the soul box, (that little bump at the bottom of your neck and the top of your backbone,) which I figure is either Cartegena, Columbia, or Caracas, Venezuela, (I actually started in Bogota, Colombia) and I shall wander on down the Andes to the tip end of the spine, maybe as far down as Ushuaia, if I can get that far.  (Complications in the form of no hotel beds over Easter sent me flying to Buenos Aires early, though I did fly back and forth to Tierra del Fuego and the little town of Ushuaia, just to set foot on the tip of the continent.) Then, I will fly home from either Santiago, Chile, or Buenos Aires, Argentina, depending upon the advice of a ticketing agent I’m now working with. (B.A.it was.)

When I reviewed my previous travels, with this cronky thought in mind, I learned that, again and again, I have unconsciously done this on so many world spinal columns, albeit the smaller, less obvious ones.  I have started at the top and worked my way down.   For instance, on my recent RTW (around the world trip), I started in Ljubljana, Slovenia, which marks the top of the Dinaric Alps, flowing down the Dalmation Coastline of Croatia to Athens, Greece; and I’ve gone from  Mumbai, India, to Mysore along a spinal-looking ridge I hadn’t even noticed till just now.  And why did I decide to go and live for two months in Fairbanks, Alaska, of all places and later in Aspen, Colorado for nine years?  They are the soul box and waistline of North America, which I later finished by traveling to the tip end at the Panama Canal.  See what I mean?  Studying my Atlas today, I see that there are many other hidden spines, some of which  I’ve also made my way along; never even thinking of the potential for critical adjustment that my feet might be missing the opportunity to make.

So now, when faced with the Mother of all Planetary Spines, how can I not tread those Spanish-speaking vertebrae in a deliberate fashion.  In fact, in preparation, I shall obtain a chiropractic map of the spine and carefully grid my enormous new map, so that I know exactly which continental nerves run where and mean what.  (Done! The map is dog-earred by now.) Then when I’m in the various cities, I shall stomp hard and deliberately on the sidewalks and roadways and dance barefoot on the shower stall floors, and maybe, even on the dance floors in high heels, (Done!) all with the plan of making healing adjustments to a really big chunk of the world.

This sort of thinking is what adds an element of off-the-wall fun to an ordinary day of traveling…and which makes sobersided people look at me strangely.  “Fiddlesticks!” is my reply to them!  It sure can’t hurt and it helps me decide where to go within a collection of countries too large to cover them all in a mere four month’s time.

So now, let’s see if I can get air tickets that allow me to become the chiropractor to the world.  This must be why I’ve been getting back alignments all year in order to prepare for this trip.  Little did I know that it all had a deeper meaning.   Little did I know that I was learning the Chiropractic Arts from the ground-side up!

And, three years later, here I am back in South America, fully intending to finish covering the lower half of the spinal column by traveling the length of Chile all the way down to Tierra del Fuego at the tip end. It´s a long journey by bus, down and back, but I simply must finish what I started. Everywhere I go here, I show my maps to the South Americans to see if anybody here has ever noticed this strange spinal mirror image laid out on their own continent. Nope! Nobody yet! But, they are always blown away by it and it makes very good fodder for deep conversation.

To Fill In The Blanks On Abadiania, Brazil

November 14, 2011 by · 2 Comments 

My last blog was designed to convey the atmosphere of this place (John of God´s Healing Casa in the small town of Abadiania, Brazil), where I have deliberately landed on my second stop in this current, year-long, around-the-world journey of mine; embarked upon just three weeks ago tomorrow. So now, I shall attempt to describe my surroundings a little more clearly:

The Portuguese language is a mouthful for all Americans…..well, truthfully, all languages are for me, as my multi-lingual sister, Ann, will attest. Even the name of this little town was once a challenge, back when I called it Aber-dane-eeya. Wrong! It´s pronounced Aba-jhan-ya. Knowing Spanish, which I don´t really, doesn´t help very much either; but as usual, there´´s a lot of English translation going on here, so we dummies can float along as we always do internationally, because the whole world studies our mother tongue.

Anyway, picture a highway running west from Brasilia (Brass-see´-lia) on the way to the pretty big town of  Anapolis (500,000). Abadiania is a pit stop along the way, with local businesses lining that six-lane road. `The Casa,`as John of God´s complex is called, sits about half a mile off the highway, at the end of a ten-block, paved-but-mildly-potholed strip of asphalt lined with casual businesses sprung up to serve the spiritual tourists who flock here from all over the wold; most seeking healing.

Many small walled pousadas offer rooms facing inner gardens and hammock-strung shelters. These charge between $17 – $25 per day, depending upon the meal plan selected, fanciness, and proximity to the Casa gates. They usually have kitchen facilities for those who wish to patronize the grocery store and breakfast or snack right there. Some nice hotels here can charge up to $60 per day, often with some meals included. Plus, there are most beautiful homes and apartments for rent for longer term stays or families and small groups. Anyone, healthy or handicapped, can find accommodations to suit them and their budget.

Food in Brazil is SUPERIOR to food that I have found in the rest of the planet! I have not met a meal here that I didn´t adore! And that is saying something, because in the large neighboring country to the south, whose name begins with an A…. on a different trip, I could never find any meal that I liked…and forget the beef they are so famous for, unless you want to spend $50 for a plate of it. Anyway, food here being so wonderful, there are miraculous little restaurants all along this roadway to the Casa, where one would like to spend all day, drinking Acai Berry shakes and tasting every single menu item, priced between $4 – $15. So, who would elect to cook? I settle for coffee and granola at the pousada for breakfast and then yum-yum….try to figure out where to take my tastebuds for the other two meals.

When the Casa is open for the Healing Sessions every Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, we are all served a delicious bowl of soup and a good chunk of bread as guests of the Casa every noon. But that shall be the subject of a future blog. The town has been very quiet for over a week because John of God has been in Germany, conducting a huge four-day healing event. I was here two weeks before he left, so I have experienced much; but I shall wait until the end of this week when things are back to normal to report on the details of life in a day at the Casa. 

Now, after that aside about the soup served at the Casa three days a week, I shall continue my description of the great restaurants in this tiny, but cosmopolitan place. Beautiful Moema, a fashion model, runs the home-cooking-delicious, Alchemy Buffet, with her Mom; and an Irish man owns Frutti´s, a true health food hangout where you can sit for hours consuming acai puddings and smoothies and hailing your friends as they go by. I went with my pousada mates yesterday to where the locals eat across the highway and enjoyed an unlimited buffet for $3. Unbelievable! I was python-full of salads and veggies when I left.

My pousada room with its own shower bathroom, costs $16.67 per day, and food costs, (with the help of the excellent local grocery store) could be kept as low as $5 – $10 per day. So, I can live on a budget of $25 per day….less than being at home. Life is Good! I had a backache, so I splurged on a $40, one-hour, full-body massage, which was heavenly. Attractive white and bright-colored clothing is temptingly displayed from small shops along this avenue and many, including the Casa, sell lovely crystals, large and small.

One must make a 40-minute bus trip to Anapolis to do any sort of banking, such as ATM withdrawals, and that takes the better part of a day. It makes sense to get enough Brazilian Reals (pronounced hey-eyes) to last a month. With two trips to that big city under my belt, I´m becoming a little more savvy about how to navigate, especially as to how to find the Onibus station for my return trip home. People are very willing to humor someone who is willing to make a fool of themselves for information. We laugh a lot, but it gets the job done.  

The internet now closes for lunch…so I will finish when I return at 1:00 p.m.

Well, I´m back at the computer, but have decided to spend my time blogging on my other website, www.insecretdiffusion.com  It will be muy interesante, so better go over there for a looksee. Get on that RSS feed, if you haven´t already done so. That´s where many of my spiritual new understandings are going to be posted. Just now, my posada is full of some very curious women from all over the world who are plying me with fabulous questions to ask The Holy Spirit. We spend our evenings in the hammock shelter discussing the answers I´m getting….with simultaneous translations into Slovenian and Portuguese, no less.

How Can I Describe This?

November 11, 2011 by · Leave a Comment 

I´m running behind in posting my blogs as this town has very few internet computers and I´ve had many other things needing my time. I wrote this future blog post ten days ago, on November 1st.

The easy part of explaining my past week at John of God´s Healing Casa, here in Abadiania, Brazil, is to suggest that you go to YouTube and read about it yourself. There, that´s done. Now you know!

But it´s hard to explain, or even understand, what´s going on with me. Have you ever heard the term, `Drunk with love for God?` Well, that´s me, and getting drunker all along. This place is the Real McCoy. Spirit here is so ever-present that no ceremonies, chants, or any other pose or rituals are needed to drum it up. Spiritual feelings are all around you, bringing to fullness that special resevoir behind the eyes where spirit dwells. It´s in the air we breathe and there´s soft lovelight and kindled eyes in everyone we meet.

I have come home! The spiritual spot on this planet where my little inner gyroscope no longer spins, begging me to move on again, perchance to find where I belong. I´ve only felt this once before … on a midnight train in Romania, of all places!

I´m still prodding this feeling, expecting to wake up and find it gone. But while I have it right here now, available, I want to get acquainted with its edges, perchance I´ll see some more of this elsewhere, or can drag a little with me when I finally tear myself away. For the present though, I´m not going anywhere, having up to five months to indulge myself in this spiritual paradise. However, I do need to cover more of South America and especially travel down the rest of the Andean Mountain Chain in Chile, so I may not be able to sacrifice doing that.

Last night, I quantified this. Did the bus from Brasilia, where I landed, have an accident and I not notice? This is as I imagine Death to be! Far, far, far away, on a slab of memory as two-dimensional as any book page, is the land I left behind just fourteen days ago. It appears to me white and misty. Far, far ahead are the lands I go to next and then a path and plans and plane tickets bought, to take me away around the world. That´s misty white, as well.

Nothing else exists but this small, twelve-square blocks or so of rural Brazilian village…sophisticated enough today to have brightly-painted, enormous tour buses, bringing guests from everywhere in the country for the national holiday, Day of the Dead. Well, Americans call it Halloween.

It´s as if a giant cookie-cutter has wedged down from the sky and cut a round shaped little town out and lifted it some many yards above the normal map-faced, rolled out dough. There´s a Hush up here and I am drawn to spend my free time in quiet, inner contemplation; alone in my little monk-cell-like pousada room. I´m just beginning to comprehend why monks and nuns love the life they lead. Trance comes easily, especially with the ultra-special music here, which I now hope to load into my empty little MP-3.

Friends come easily too, and I have many, many, many now. I make a hobby of admiring love-lit faces, even in the children, for goodness sakes! Nobody tries to make this happen. It just does, all by itself. We walk in dreamtime. John of God, the full-trance medium healer and founder of this place, somehow whenever I slide my thoughts to him, strikes me in memory as `not there,`so self-effaced is he. I see, instead, a great hole in dark blue sky, surrounded by a corona of silvery efforvescence. I realize that this is how a portal looks; a Stargate, through which Beings From Above pour in to heal the humans.

Joao de Deus (as they say in Brazil) is a full-trance medium through which thirty-three different entities might appear, one by one, manifesting in his real body while he `disappears`for the duration. These incorporating entities include St. Francis of Assisi, Saint Ignatius of Loyola, King Solomon, and many others. When the entity is in residence in John of God´s body, he looks different, as do his eyes. People line up and pass before him, spending only a few seconds before being told to do one of several things for their treatment. Hundreds come twice a day.

There are the facts and then, there are the feelings. I had stomach surgery the first day…invisible and painless, while sitting with the others who were getting oerations. I didn´t even know it was happening but in the subsequent 24-hours, I had to stay in bed, as everyone does, post surgery. I found that my whole lower abdomen was tender. My stitches will be removed tonight and something else will be done tomorrow in a session called Revision. All remote and painless. Apparently, hundreds, or even thousands (?) of spirit entities are present, helping all of us.

I´m so healthy, I never expected that operation, especially on my first day, but a staff member said I´d never really know what it accomplished….perhaps it was a future malady; now averted? I feel just great and have no residuals. I loved my 24-hour bedrest since I´m a lazy bum and liked that excuse. I take a prescription made of pasa flores (passion flowre) and drink blessed water; stay out of direct sunlight; drink no wine or alcohol, eat no chile peppers and no pork products for forty days. Piece of cake!

 

I Have Utterly Disappeared!

November 4, 2011 by · 1 Comment 

Sixteen days ago, I flew from Tampa to Brazil. By now, I can hardly remember that frantic afternoon spent  doing last minute errands before catching the plane to Brazilia, the capital, in the very center of the country on the high altiplano. I then hit the ground running with a five-day `13 Indigenous Grandmothers`boot camp (my word) where we got up before dawn to be bused 1.5 hours from our rural coffee plantation hotel to the big council tent in a lovely peace park called Unipaz. It was a loving and fanciful, free-form blend of ancient tribal truths involving council fires and the four directions, sage, and New Age; although it was orchestrated by true Western organization skills and modern technology. I feel as if I have glimpsed the shape of where our next religious revolution is taking us: back to the early past and into the spiritually-individualized future, all at the same time. 

For five days, we learned a lot about ourselves and each other; as well as beginning to consider this planet as a living being. The Grandmothers wisely reminded us of our total dependence upon water, which was the theme of the event. We share that characteristic with the Earth, herself. If our tissues, (hers and ours), dry up, they get cracked and eventually, we will die if we don´t have enough to drink. So will our planet, with us on board, if our global water is not protected. They reminded us that each human being also arrives wrapped in its own little bag of pure liquid; though I suspect that the comparison with the planet stops there. 

The Grandmothers are all respected tribal shamans and elders from deep in the Amazon; the plains and coastal regions, and far north in Alaska of America; Japan; Nepal; New Zealand, Australia and Africa, who have been meeting several times a year all over the world, bringing their ancient tribal wisdom to our modern population… which could certainly use a dose of it. These old ladies keep a pace worthy of a whole troop of Green Berets – meeting in council with each other, as well as spending hours meeting with us; conducting State ceremonial visits to branches of the Brazilian Government, and many, many other claims upon their sleep and restorative alone time. Lovelight flowed from faces of the mostly-women crowd, who always fly from far-flung places to glorify the importance of Grandmothers… and not in your usual Hallmark Card, syrupy way. 

But, I have to confess that my very best moment came when the conference was over…at least for me. Some participants were soldiering on, to canoe deep into the Amazon. I needed to find a ride to the bus station to travel to Abadiania and the John of God Healing Casa, where entities have, for 54 years,  been entering the body of a simple man, who has been called the greatest spiritual healer on the planet. 

Distances in this recently-manmade city of Brazilia are so far-flung, that it would have cost $80 to taxi into the city, but only $50 to hire hotel manager Raphaela´s, husband to drive me to the station so I could catch a $20 bus for a two-hour ride. I dropped the idea of city sightseeing in favor of heading into beautiful, rural Brazil. My driver turned out to be a professional soccer player (they call it football here), on his way to his practice session.

Ladies and Gentlemen! Eat your heart out! I got to spend an hour driving in fast traffic with Eduardo Jose Turges. At least, I think that´s what he said, in our Portuguese/English attempt at communication. I don´t know sports worth beans, so I probably got it wrong. I can´t find that name on any list of their teams, so I´m sure I did misunderstand. He´s a goalie and the teams on top and they soon fly to Europe and he´s madly in love with his new wife of three months and a baby´s already on the way. Eat your heart out, Enquirer!

Eduardo soon realized that I couldn´t uphold my end of the conversation about any sports, let alone, his…..so he tried modern music. Nope! Í´m Just as dumb on that score. But things changed quickly when I pulled out my laminated topographical map of South America, with a profile of the human spine displayed beside the continent, making the obvious comparison of the Andean Mountain Chain and a human spinal column. Oh my God! I´ve never looked at it that way! May I take a picture of this map, so I can show my teammates?` Of course, this had to happen in heavy, six-lane traffic. A car shot dangerously across our bow just as he was balancing his iphone for the shot, but after the danger was past, I complimented him for his champion, game-winning reflexes.  

What would Brazil do to me, I wonder, if I had crashed their star goalie by sharing a bit of my far-out thinking? 

Even though he was late for training, Eduardo carried my bag into the station, explained my needs at the ticket booth, and later, came back to make sure I was headed for the correct bus slot. By now, we were such good friends, hugging goodbye, that the ticket lady probably thought I was his mother-in-law. Surely, recognizing him for the sports figure that he is, she came out of her booth and carried my extra bag through the terminal; even introducing me to three other people headed for Abadiania so I´d know when to get off. 

But, it was sometime during the next two hours, traveling through that gently rolling countryside, that I truly died and went to Heaven!  You´ll have to read about that in my next blog.

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To My Family: Instructions In Case I Should Become Incapacitated
Coming Out Of The Closet Now: I Talk To The Holy Spirit!
Conversations About Death
This Will Shock A Lot Of Folks!
As An Arriving Earth Settler, You Wore Diapers!
If Our Earth’s Society Was a Human Being, How Old Would We Be?
Next Time A Giant Tries To Grab You, Try Seeing Its True Motive
InterGalactic Friendship Is A Rare And Precious Gift
An InterGalactic Friend Who Got Away
Romanian Trains And InterGalactic Friends
Reincarnation Is One Way To Achieve A New Life In A New Location
Coming Back To Earth
To See or Not To See…That Is The Question
Hats Off To A Fantastic Writer And Long-Lost Friend
One Day, In Utter Poverty, Came This Vision
I Am Preparing To Be Wowed by Elizabeth Gilbert, Author of Eat, Pray, Love
I’m A True Fan of a Rock Star Author
The Next Time You See Somebody’s Portrait, Consider This
The Frantic Race of Humanity Mankind – Part I
The Frantic Race of Humanity Mankind – Part II
The Sad, Ongoing Story of Humanity Mankind – Part III
Humanity Mankind Is Running…Out of Options – Part IV
When The Rubber Stops Meeting The Road For Humanity Mankind, Part V
When In Freefall, Follow The Instructions, Oh, Humanity Manklutz – Part VI
Humanity Mankind Comes Of Age – Part VII
Newly November And All Is Well (And Woo-Woo Wins!)
Quick! What’s The Opposite of Writer’s Block?
Can One Converse With Inanimate Objects?
Talking To Stuffed Animals???
My Conversation With A Lynx
Chatting With Two Dead Co-Workers
Creationism vs Evolution???
I Am The Child of Cimba
The Ones That Got Away: Fish Or Cut Bait
Is Life A Boot Camp Or A School?
Life As A Boardwalk Carnival
Or, Maybe This Will Happen…
Which Chakra Are You Working Out Of?
Good Lord! It’s Possible That You Are All Human, After All!
Do Animals Pray?
Is It Okay To Eat Meat?
Passing On An Urban Legend, Or At least, It Should Be…Why Don’t You Send It Around, Too?
The First Decade Of The New Millennium Has Gone By – What’s Next?
Yo, Atheists And Agnostics! Feeling A Little Seasonally Under-Appreciated?
My Book Is Becoming A Being Of Its Own – It’s Nitty Gritty Time
No Need For Any Florida Envy This Winter
Having A New Book In Your Life Is Like Having A Newborn Around
Those Blind Men And That Elephant…Must We Perpetuate The Habit?
How To Meet A Man On A Romanian Train
It’s Best Not To Dance On Trains – For Whatever Reason – Exotic Or Otherwise
Closet-Clairaudient Unveiling
The First Three Letters of The Word Funeral Are “Fun”
Life’s Changes Happen Suddenly
What Did I Finally Wind Up Saying In Revealing My Private Life?
Life Rocks…And So Do These Books!
Finding Fellow Travelers From My Hammock
Creator, Creator, Creator! Create! Evidence of A Praying Bird?
A Quote From My New Book – “Two Possible Questions Behind Creation”
An Upper Realm Opinion About Big Business And Corporations
Do Animals Pray?
I’m Dabbling Happily In Other People’s Lives
What Is The Secret Behind Your Dreams?
What Are The Psychological Obstructions To Traveling Freely?
Have You Ever Been To Lilliput?
Our Planet Is Wounded. Or Is She Fighting Back? Something Has Burst On Her Surface.
The Day The Earth Farted, The World Stood Still! or Deepwater Is In Deep Doo-Doo!
Okay! I’m Tired Of Being A Linear Person, Already!
Another Exciting Travel Prospect Looms – To Another Dimension!
Now I Am A Published Author…Times Two!
Big, Beautiful Boxes Of Books!
Chiropractic Treatments From Way Off In The Pacific Ocean – On My Florida Body
My Un-Button-Downable Mind
A Bag Full Of Un-Cut Diamonds Hidden In My Suitcase
Holiday Weekends Give Birth To Books
Is It Okay To Be Judgmental?
The Holy Spirit On The Subject of Hoarding
I Love To Cook My Books!
The Holy Spirit’s Take On Gambling
Does The Presence of a Soul Within The Brain Provide an “Energy” That is Vital to the Human?
Yesterday I Was Attacked By A Terriorist!
We All Have a Date With The Global Mind – Next Week!
Did You Keep Our Date With The Cosmic Brain?
A Twelve-year-old’s Take on World Chaos
What Does The Term, “Spiritualized” Really Mean?
Why Is It Essential for Us To Live In A Heavy-Matter Realm, Such As Earth Is?
I’m Going To Venture a Prediction – Virtual Coloring Books!
Is There Such A Thing as a Non-Physical Existence?
Is Earth A Great Big Space Experiment?
Are Psychic Talents Alien To Planet Earth?
Prayer Feels This Way From The Other Side
Please Help Me Write My Movie Script
Can Humans With Very Different Backgrounds Get Along?
What Are The Reasons That A Soul Reincarnates?
Are Human Lives Scripted?
My Third Book is About to Go Out of Print – Here’s It’s Intro
Yesterday’s Quotes Are Pertinent For Today and Tomorrow, Ad Infinitum
How About The Spiritual Destinies of People Born in Wealthy Circumstances?
Advice Sliding On Down To The Next Generation
Continued: Advice From The Old Guard
Do Pets Reincarnate And Do They Choose Their Owners?
Two Months Ago, My Son Died…
What Is The Difference Between Dreams and Out-of-Body Experiences?
From “50 Things One Should Know How To Do By Age 50”
Life Is Like The Tossing of Grains of Sand
I’m Heading Back Out Around The World…For A Year
Dancing With Thirteen World-Class Grandmothers In Brazil
This May Be All That The World Really Needs
To Launch And Let Go
Farewell Florida/Hello Brazil
I Have Utterly Disappeared!
How Can I Describe This?
To Fill In The Blanks On Abadiania, Brazil
Planning Again To Adjust The Spine Of The Planet
Going Silent Till After Thanksgiving
If It Looks Like A Local, If It Walks Like A Local, It Sure Doesn´t Quack Like A Local!
The Secret Wisdom of Always Insisting Upon a Receipt
Going Before The Entity At John of God´s Healing Casa
I´m in the Top-Rated Place on the Recommended List – Ta-Da!
Whoa! Did I Just Bribe The Paraguayan Consul?
Entropy Around The Hostel Pool
Busted! I´m Now a Reformed Smuggler!
We´re All Guilty But We´re Not Bad!
The Great Creative Human Race – Rules and Handicaps
RULES For The Great Creative Human Race – Part II
Almost Nine Months After My Son Died, I caught a Quick Glimpse of Him
My Wardrobe Malfunction At Iguazu Falls, Brazil
I Love Santiago, Chile and This Whole Country!
The Wheels On The Bus Went Round & Round…The Great Creative Human Race – Part III
The Kind and Homey Folks of Chiloe Island, Chile
RTW – Phase I Is Winding Down
Home in The States With A Bum Shoulder
After A Short Surgical Delay, I’m Almost Good Again
The Old Grey Mare, She Ain’t What She Used To Be…..
Ain’t It Always The Way?
A Soldier’s World Travels Are True Sacrifices
My Traveling and My Writing Are About To Get Married!
The U.S. Congressman And The Saga of The Seth Parker
Lovin’ The Life In The Land Down Under
Flying To A New Australian City Tomorrow
Frozen Money Has Forced Me Into Phone Ownership
I’m Sooooo On Island Time Now!
I Made Headlines In The Pago Pago, American Samoa Newspaper
A Little Bit of Samoa Will Always Circle My Ankle
A Stalker Named Hurricane Evan
Summertime In New Zealand
My First Six Months In The Pacific Ocean
Earthquakes and Antarctica Have One Thing In Common…New Zealand
Going Further Under In Down Under: Dunedin, NZ Is Really Different From Dunedin, Florida
Traveling Solo In The Comfort Zone
The Story of my First Days in Cape Town, South Africa
Our Human Tendency Towards Religious Obfuscation – Inner & Outer Travel
Bits & Pieces of Life Overseas…. Lost In A Labyrinth of Budapest
Spending The Summer in Spain & Portugal
I’m At A Surf Camp Hostel In The Portuguese Algarve….The Bottom Coastal Region Of This Gorgeous Country
The Ups and Downs of Beautiful Portugal
A Seagoing Birthday This Year Between Denmark and Norway
Journey’s End – A Tiny French Village Outside of Paris Offers Recovery From Epilepsy
Another Life Begins Again
My First Step In Becoming An American Expat
I’m A Kid In A Money-Making Candy Store!
A Brief Visit To My Florida Towns Before Sailing Across The Equator On The Mayflower
Ohhhhhh, Uruguay! Glorious, Gorgeous, Warm Uruguay And My Celebrity Wool Jacket!
The Rubber Meets The Road On Real Life As An Expat
When The Guards Outnumber The Shoppers
Glimpses of Uruguay on January 5, 2014
All Uruguyans Are Ascended Zen Masters
Life In An English Country House In Upscale Montevideo
Hostel Hopping, Visa Vetting, Rock & Rolling, In Uruguay
The Andes Mountain Chain – Backbone of The Planet – And The Blackfeet Nation
The Girl That Got Away! How I Spent April Fool’s Day!
Peru Is The New Spiritual Himalayas And I’ll Soon Be There Again
The Movable Feast of Expat Life Goes Mobile Again!
The Trail Never Changes!
Peace & Light In The Sacred Valley of Peru
The Spinal Column Of Planet Earth
Life Brings Us All To The Right Shore, If We Will But Flow Within It!
I Receive The Munay-Ki Rites of The Andean Shamans In The Sacred Valley of Peru
Becoming The Creator of My Own Universe Through Peruvian Shamanic Traditions
Visions Of Paz y Luz Healing Resort & Conference Center, Pisac, Peru
A Peruvian Despacho Ceremony For A Baby’s First Haircut
My Date With St. Peter – How I Took Charge of My Own Health Through A Peruvian CondorVision San Pedro Ceremony
My Last Day In Pisac, Peru
Having Achieved Ecuador….
Cuenca, Ecuador…….Expat Life……..Not So Much! Yet!….But, Improving!
There’s Much To Like In Cuenca, Ecuador! I Might Stay Here Longer!
Meeting Some of My Fellow Expats in Cuenca, Ecuador
Excursions And Discoveries Ecuadorian!
Age Schmage…………. Money Schmoney
Steady As She Goes On All Expat Plans For 2014
My Last Expat Night In Cuenca, Ecuador – Fabiano’s Pizza
Puerto Lopez, Ecuador – Whale of a Day
Spirit Orbs Over The Secret Garden, Quito, Ecuador, Hostel
New Life, New Friends, New Mexico!
I Drove The Dog And The Dog Won!
Leaving Lovely Santa Fe, N.M. And Heading for Golden, Colorado
Taking A Vacation From My Vacation
This Promises To Be A Very Strange Experiment – A New Trick For An Old Dog
How To Make Yourself At Home Within Ten Minutes Anywhere In The World
Life With My Family on “Normal Street,” U.S.A.
Posthumous Exhibit Of My Son’s (Randy Brown) Art
The Timely Conjunction of “Journey Of Souls” With A New Stage Of My Life
Finding Fabulous Friends In Santa Fe, New Mexico
I Lost My Way In Eldorado…….
Life Is Like A Doggie Bath!
March, 2015 – A Month Of Lost & Found!
I Have Run Six Marathons in Forty-Eight Days
An Explosive Writing Experience!
My Newest Book, “Millennial Springtime: Love In The Vast Lane”
My Mission Statement: “To Write Large Upon The World!” While Traveling Solo
Luxury Home In Santa Fe, N.M. Comes With a Yurt!
This Is A Long, Hard Marathon…. But, I’m Winning!
A Persecution Of Sunshine For A Rabbit Like Me!
Age Schmage…….Money Schmoney! An Excellent Philosophy!
An Introduction Video To My Future Traveling Life: “AROUND THE WORLD IN 80 YEARS!”
An Extreme Example Of Life In A Hostel Dormitory
A Good Description of A New Breed of Senior Travelers – Just Like Me!
My 78th Birthday is Here At Last!!!
Here I Go Again – Around The World For Four Years This Time!
Glorious Colorado In The Fall Brings Out School Field Trips
Patricia, The Greatest Hurricane Show That (N)Ever was! Or, Stalking The Elusive Not-Yeti In Central Mexico!
I Have, Essentially, Moved To Mexico!
My Answers To The BootsN’All Independent Travel Manifesto
My Top Five Travel Trips for New Travelers Before Starting A Trip
My Top Ten Values For Life – Part One
Elder Over-Achievers! My New Heroes!
My Top Ten Values For Life – Part Two
My Dream Journey And Practicing Travel Caution Without Paranoia
Managing Money While I Travel
What Can You NOT Travel Without?
Some Favorite Photos of Me On The Road, Solo, At Age Sixty-Seven
Friends in India & Egypt
What Small Things Do I Enjoy While Traveling?
I’m Organizing The First Chapter of Hearing Voices Network In Mexico
Secrets To My Around-The-World Traveling Life
At Home Or Abroad, Gringos Will Be Gringos
Mexico Will Soon Be In My Rear-View Mirror!
Belize Used To Be Called British Honduras But I Call It Beautiful!
Over And Under The Water In Ambergris Caye, Belize
You’d Better Belize It! Life In The Jungles Of Belize!
MEXICO – My Hostel In Tulum!
Cancun Can’t!
I’m Sleeping in The Queen’s Head While Her Majesty Turns 90!
“Moving Through Life @ Eighty Years Per Hour” or “I Need a Luggage Daddy….er, Caddy!”
I Blew Into The UK On Arctic Blast Winds! And Still, I’ve Traveled North To Edinburgh, Scotland
Lovely, Gracious London At The Best Time of The Year
Memories Of Bygone Days ….. Two Months Ago In Belize!
My Normal Life in London Town These Days
Was I On Another Planet… Or In London, England?
I’m Transitioning To Another Region of Europe – The Baltic States
Lots Of Rainbows Over London Today!
I Love Tallin, Estonia!
Glorious Estonia – Pagan Roots, Soaring Steeples And Soviet Museums!
Happy Hostel Life In Estonia….. And Worldwide!
What Do Dead Dogs & At-Risk Elephants Have To Do With Each Other?
“We’re Not In St. Pete Anymore, Toto!” We’re In Russia!
Traveling Into Russia Is Filled With Happy Discovery!
My Little Sister, Ann, Makes Me Proud For My 79th Birthday!
I Spent My Birthday With The Archangel Michael, Near The White Sea In Russia
A Funny Story About A New Dress Purchased The Night Before My Aeroflot Flight To Moscow….With Its Anti-Theft Device Still Firmly Attached!!!
Moscow & Me! I Like It Just As Well As I Did At Perestroika Time!
So Many New Moscow Friends…… But I Had To Travel On To Riga, Latvia
Where, Oh Where, Is The White Sea? Near The Arctic Circle….In Russia!
I’ve Been in Four Countries….. Five Cities, All In The Past Month!
After Europe, I’m in Israel For A Month
I Have A Big Family, So Our Jerusalem Thanksgiving Dinner Was Spaghetti Casserole Bake
Exploring Antiquity In Jerusalem This December!
My First Impressions Of Old Jerusalem
Make Friends! Not Art!
Leaving A Legacy Of Jitterbug In Tel Aviv, Israel
Back to Europe From The Holy Land. I’ve Landed in Barcelona, Spain!
I Will Be Reddit’s Solo Travel Site’s “Ask Me Anything!” Guest Interviewer On Sunday Afternoon, January 29!
My Exciting New Life In Casablanca, Morocco
No, I Have Not Died And Gone To Heaven! Just Zanzibar!
The Search For Meaning In Life Is Probably The Same All Over The World
Life In And Around Lake Victoria, Africa. I Have Achieved My Destination!