Seeing this site, my partner said, "Don't you think you should retain more mystery? You're revealing all your secrets." I smiled. "Not really. There's an infinite Universe within me, maybe multiverses! The saying goes, 'The more you know, the less you know.' " He laughed and shook his head, "You are a strange creature."

At my conception, Miss Eggflower Wisdom and Mr. Spermbeast must have been mighty excitable and enthused, as that's the way I've been most of the time ever since! This was no frantic race or survival-of-the-fittest, no. Miss EFW carefully scanned the tail-wagging candidates to select the perfect One. Then SHe beamed that particular Mr. aboard Hir mothership. SHe realized: I've already created 3 talented breeders: 2 handsome princes & a beautiful princess; so it's time to create one more handsome prince, a sort of elf prince, for other purposes . . .

My mother gave birth to me on December 18th, 1953 in Princeton, New Jersey. The birth certificate does not record the exact time, thus astrologers are at a loss to precisely natal-scope me. However I do know that Dr. Einstein who famously lived there was still walking around those hallowed streets. More recently I discovered some evidence concerning the space/time coordinates in a letter that my father wrote to his own parents in Colorado on the day I was born.

Curiously enough, I'm increasingly aware that my parents live within me, my grandparents, great grands and so on all the way back! The entire Tree of Life lives within me. The essence of every Gaian Ancestors abides within each nucleated cell of my body. That jeweled molecular/chromosomal repository of DNA woven of stardust that abides within me IS a complete intricate world. It's also our H.O.M.E.* (*Humanity's One Mother Earth, AKA Planetary Paradise, the Living Universe of Oneness, or total aliveness). The Ancestors abide in the nuclear command center of each of the 50-70 trillion cells of a human body. I'm literally the incarnation and summation of all those Ancestors since the beginning of Life on Earth. What a totally awesome awareness!

(My Great Grandfather who settled in Loveland, Colorado in 1913.)

Perhaps more significant to me than a quest for historical precision is my more recent realization: I AM the kind of person who is being born constantly, all the time! My nature has been described as a Sagittarian SINGULARITY, at least via one particular branch of the study of our connection with cosmic wheels. I'm a wide-eyed enthusiast and witness of the sheer wonder of existence. Wheels within wheels, mystery upon mystery, the swirling, dancing stardust of my inner universe! I AM aware that the universe within me reflects the universe that appears to be "out there" and in reality they = One. No such duality is real. "Oneness" is as close as I can get to labeling this ultimate, indescribable reality beyond words!

"For the above is exalted by the below," states an ancient Egyptian scripture. "From the stars we come, and to the stars we return." Then in 1969 a song permeated my cells: "We are stardust, / Billion year old carbon, / We are golden, / Caught in the devil's bargain / And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden." That about sums it up. We live in a Paradise called Planet Earth, if only we awaken from the sleep-walking dream of mundane everyday life. Mundania misses the point, as life IS actually a magnificent mystery! Nothing is actually separate from anything else; we're One with everything!

My first few years were spent in a state of Original Innocence, still feeling strongly connected with everything. Like an otter in a river I navigated a state of total aliveness and ongoing wonder at the sheer fact of my apparent existence in this astounding world. Rather than aware of my individual self making choices and acting deliberately, everything simply happened. Living was a fascinating, fabulous web of interweaving energies.

My parents were exceeding good people; gentle and generous almost to a fault, yet how can you fault lives dedicated to serving others, lives built on a a foundation of awareness that love and forgiveness are the most important tools we have? I owe the best of of who and what I AM to those lovely folks.

My family was Presbyterian by faith, Germanic and west-European genetically, we lived in Thailand where my parents served the Thai church as missionaries. What attracted me instinctively in my surroundings were the little Thai spirit-houses. The dazzling and ornate traditional artwork depicted mythical beings, gods and goddesses, fantastic creatures, and otherworldly realms. These spirit beings, I knew to be the pure energy of life itself, visible as forest and flower and flame.

The spirit-house is like a tiny temple or shrine with a roof that has dragon-shapes eaves and pinnacles. However charming to my interest in very tiny people and giants and dragons, my gut feeling always told me there was a deeper reality behind these exotic customs. In them, survived an ancient, even prehistoric relationship of humanity with what we might call nature spirits, beings and powers of Nature itself.

Something always seemed lacking whenever we visited the USA for a furlough. "Where is all the decoration on the buildings?" I would ask, squinting about at the rather plain all-American architecture of so many locations. Even then, however, our visits to the USA focused primarily upon Berkeley, California. Flower Power is no metaphor for me; it sprouted, grew and flourished all around me. I grew with it! 

Though I'd been uprooted so many times, or perhaps because I had, my roots sank deeper than ever in that Magickal Cauldron on the eastern side of San Francisco Bay. From there my gaze turned toward the West and the future over a billowing bed of approaching fog that blanketed the waters. From that quilt of billowing white serenity grew  those lovely red towers of the Golden Gate opening to Lo Infinito: infinity.

Thus my teens ended just as it became apparent that Flower Power really had gone to seed and yet I've remained in my heart ever since, an unregenerate Flower Child.

40 years later, now it seems countless lifetimes have passed. Yet I'm accused of having the memory of an elephant, so I've not forgotten. No more AM I nostalgic. It's simply part of me in the present continuum: I AM THAT. I AM One with All Things.

Nothing is actually separate from anything else. I AM YOU; YOU ARE ME. We live in Heaven on Earth if only we have eyes to see and ears to hear . . . like a little child.

Even now, the adventure is only beginning . . . always, all ways . . . ineffably . . .

Peace,

 (((HUGS)))

Bruce