So, someone finally had enough sense to tell you to shut your fucking mouth and let the professionals take care of this.  It’s about time and I am also genuinely surprised that you are listening.  Maybe it’s all sinking in just how deep the shit is around your little trailer.

I know, I know, I said I would be there if you needed anything and the truth is I would be. That still means I have boundaries and there are certain things I won’t allow to penetrate my protective shell, nope, never again.  I’m not going through this bullshit confusion and pain again.  I would rather be alone, well at least I think that’s how I feel, at least at the moment.

You know.

Yes of course you know.

You have always known.

You have always had a plan.

I suppose having a plan is a good thing.  I’m working on forming a plan that will be a plan to set up a plan.  I mean man the plan is the plan, man, oh man.

While Annie Cosmic was catching up on sleep John found his mind roaming all over the place remembering all kinds of things from the past.  Many that he knew were real but many he wasn’t really sure if they were real or fantasy.  He wasn’t even sure at that very moment if what Annie Cosmic and him were doing, travelling across the country in his hippy vee wee for California was real.

John heard the voice; it was such a familiar voice.

Annie had actually crawled to the back of the van and was lying down in the bed.  John figured he would let her sleep.

Again the voice was in the passenger’s seat.  John was half afraid to turn and see if he was actually sitting there, “Yes John I am sitting here and yes John it is real.  It’s good to have Annie back on the case Johnny boy.  She keeps you grounded.  That and keeps your ass from getting killed.”

Consciousness is the infinite understanding of the all.  Consciousness is the infinite connection to the all.  We are all consciousness.  We are all infinite and we are the all.

Just listen to your breathing and heartbeat at night and you will know that there are a billion heartbeats just like yours, there is a mingling of a trillion breaths of life all creating such a sweet taste of freedom and expression.  Every living thing, everything that was once alive, everything that is now something new and different.  We are all part of that.

How did this one book become so important?  How did this fiction, this historical and political document become what empires are build and destroyed on?  How can we change this so that the book just becomes a great story and not a way of life?

A metaphor is not what religion should be based upon.

John had been driving for about two and a half hours now.  They had already gone through Columbus and were heading down seventy west.  It was a beautiful day, sunny, cold as hell outside but John had modified the old vee wee so that the heater worked and the tunes were state of the art.  Annie was still sound asleep in the back.

Again the voice, “John do you remember when we decided to walk to town.  It was only five mile but we were so young and that five mile seemed like a million mile.  It was a good walk and a good adventure, well until that old truck came along and, well you know.   I never left your side John.  I always made sure you were safe and let me tell you something right now that was a full time job with plenty of overtime most of the time.  You can be a handful as I am sure Annie can attest to also.”

John growled, “Yea, yea I know.  I hear it from everybody.  I have been a lot of work.  I’m a stubborn man, a hardhead that makes everything impossible.”

“Well it’s true John and you know it.”

John looked over at the seat finally but there was no one there.  He heard Annie crawling up between the seats, “Gunnar, let’s stop and use the bathroom and get something to eat.”

John was glad that Annie was awake and the thought of stopping and getting some coffee sounded like a perfect idea, “Sure babe, there’s a truck stop at the next exit.  We stop there.”

The voice came back in the passenger’s seat, “You know that the truth will have to be told eventually John.  Annie will have to know the truth.  Annie Cosmic thinks she knows everything that is going on.  Well she doesn’t John.  You will eventually have to tell her, tell everyone and set this all straight.”

She wore a beautiful white dress that was laced with sky blue ribbons.  She was barefoot and the sun shone on her dress to reveal its sheer fabric and what was naked underneath.  She was devastatingly beautiful.  Her body was shape and curve and movement and flow. 

God it was all a dream wasn’t it?  It was all a dream.

cool peace

hippy mike

love

 Confusion

Adventure

Something more

Awake

Message in a broken bottle

Keeping the faith even when you don't believe

Dreaming of a dark place

Atmospheric dancing  

A distance running 

Head Shot 

A silent rage