It was Bastille Day at Kiki's Bistro on the newly anointed Rue du Kiki and I was there with a table of my best and dearest friends. It was crowded and warm in the restaurant because of the large crowd that had gathered for this event, but no one seemed to mind.

Outside the street had been blocked off and there was a celebration of Renaissance acts going on - fire jugglers, minstrels and the like. A feeling of primal energy filled my soul and I began to feel as though I were in another time. A simpler time when people would celebrate thus and drink in the joys of everyday life well lived.

I thought to myself aren't I lucky to be alive right now? I know there are a lot of things that need to be fixed and many problems that need to be addressed but aren't there always? We are ever evolving creatures you and I and in order to evolve we must shed the skins of the past and put on the new and future ones. They may not fit right now but we will undoubtedly grow into them because we must. It can be tiresome, tedious and some times even treacherous but in the end it is worth the effort.

Mankind must persist for the only alternative is to perish. Perhaps with the help of our gods we might just find a way to celebrate together again and drink in the primal energies that have kept us so alive in past decades. Viva la France and vive l'humanite'!

Transitions

Many years ago a friend said to me "you know in my other life things were different". I thought, other life? How many lives do we have or how many are we entitled to?? Are we cats of a different color or maybe it is just that we consider ourselves to be part and parcel of existing conditions and not unique onto ourselves.

Well twenty some years later I finally, I think, deciphered the code. We are in fact products of our own delusions. We think from the crux of our involvements. Should we be singular most of us would be lost, as I have been, in the maze of "ownership of self".

We are a species of connectors. We, I think, are happiest when we have another to tend to - at least I am. When left to our own devices we can become monsters and consume our constituents in order to satisfy our desire for self gratification.

That being said, let me say this. In my many years and many reincarnations I have come to the conclusion that there is one thing that really matters. In my endeavours, in my many life times, and in my many modes, one thing above all has become the overwhelming reason for living and/or going on. Think of it this way - If we are aware and content with ourselves we then connect with the positive elements of our universal conscience. If, however, we are not connected in the positive then we are doomed to a life of discontent. Moreover, this discontent becomes a monster that dominates our existence and in the end consumes us.

So what is the point? Be involved in life, be aware of it, be in the moment. But most of all be kind and considerate, and giving. Because in the end it is that which we have given that might be returned when most needed.

Another Anniversary

Just a thought, but what if that thing that you have been looking for your whole life materialized in front of you right now, today, this very moment. What would you do with it?

This summer, this July, this year to date came upon me unexpectedly and most definitely overwhelmed me. Another anniversary in time. Perhaps the thing that I had desired the most, the other half of me. That thing which had given such joy and purpose to my life but which had departed last year wasn't really gone after all. Perhaps that energy which had been part of my life still existed inside me and is still nourshing me.

Our minds, our sensibilities, really only exist because we choose for them to be here. Should we wish it our world could turn upside down or inside out. Daunting as it might seem there is another side to our universe, our daily muse, and that other side is perhaps the thing that we fear the most. Anything uncontrolled brings with it the possibility of the improbable and therefore the art of the impossible can be and is within our control should we choose to make it so.

I have been a student of life ever since I can remember and while I listened to myself as a young boy I heard other voices in my adolescence. Although I gave myself to others thoughts as a young adult I managed to regain my inner voice in later experiences. Throughout my passage in time one thing remains constant and that is the ever changing lense with which I view life. Sometimes painful, sometimes joyous, but always illuminating and therefore most essential. Our lives and loves, our experiences and journeys are merely a manifestation of our inner essence realized.

Maybe that is why the older I become the younger I feel and the less sustanance I require the more I desire it? Could it be that just as time itself there is a "black hole" in our very essence that requires nothing more than for us to just allow it to be. If we could merely sit for a moment and listen to the sounds of silence, the universal "Omm", than maybe we might understand ourselves a little better. We might then discover our purpose, dispose of our demons and learn to live as the free souls we were indeed intended to be.

I think that I have finally identified my demons and found that they are in fact really only the otherside of me ...