WHERE TO NOW St. PETER

My last Blog was written sitting in the kitchen of Ardsheal house in Bermuda. Time line wise that would be six weeks ago, not a great deal of time and at this moment it seems like a memory from another world.

From Bermuda we traveled back to The Ranch in Tennessee for a couple weeks, then on to New York City and my wife's Italian family reunion. What a trip,I mean not for nuthin', they are all so warm and crazy. I got to meet my Mee's legacy and it was a great gift. I'd only been to New York once before so the experience of the city was new and surreal. I do spend time in Mexico City with all the coming and going to Teotihuacan. Mexico City is a world unto itself with 20 million plus residents. New York on the other hand, felt so livable and eclectic. We were staying in our friends, Iva and Jerry Peele's, apartment in Greenwich Village, the west Village to be exact. I love the feeling of walking out of the apartment building and into the street. There's so much life happening in New York. So many little realities all converging in the same place at the same time.

For years the idea of New York seemed unattractive to me, so I never went. That's how I made a lot of decisions, by how something I'd never experienced, felt or sounded, rather than by having an open mind and finding out for real. I lived a lot of my life based on assumptions and then would go one step further and create stories from those assumptions which I plugged into my perspective as though those stories came from actual experience. I was not doing that this time. This time I was walking down Greenwich Street in the warm August air looking for a diner to have breakfast with my family and friends. There was life going on everywhere. On the street, in the shops, at the park—movement and color, talk and laughter. We found our Diner and they even had Grits. What a trip, eating grits in a little Diner in the west village. You gotta love it.

After breakfast we walked to the Bleeker Street park and let Bella and Lola be kids for a while. I immediately noticed the great mix of color and language that blended into the swirl of children. They all played , laughed, ran and negotiated their sharing together with only an occasional whine, and that never lasted more than a second or two. Kids don't fall into dark holes of argument and anger cus their attention doesn't seem to stay hooked by those temptations. They have better things to do, like enjoy the moment. I actually saw this happening while I looked on and something about the simple truth of putting my attention into what I enjoy came clear to me.That's how I want to live my life.

Sure, as adults we have responsibilities that aren't fun or exciting, but neither are they painful or terrible unless we make them so. I may not want to do something and I don't have to make the experience miserable just to prove to myself I don't like it. So what, big deal, who cares, life moves on. It's us humans that decide to stay stuck on the things we don't like or we don't agree with. That's not life doing anything to us that's us doing it to us.

We spent five days in the great city of New York, saw THE LITTLE MERMAID on Broadway, ate, drank, walked and then took the train upstate to Iva and Jerry's farm, Herondale, in Ancramdale, N.Y.[ herondalefarm.com] Man, it's really beautiful in the Hudson River Valley in August. After a couple nights on the farm we headed back to the city and our flight home to Mexico.

Tennessee, Bermuda, New York City, Herondale Farm, Mexico City, Teotihuacan, Sayulita......exhale.........

As I feel my way back through the great summer journey, I realize it may take a day or two for all of me to regroup here on the west coast of Mexico in our little Village of Sayulita. All the energy and happenings in the U.S. are a great temptation to go back and do more, and right now we're considering lots of options that may just take us back North to GringoLandia. What I know is that the longer I stay here living on the wild jungle coast of Mexico the less chance that busy world of American opportunity has of reeling me back in. Either way, it is for real,and all good.

So for all the uncertainty that freedom offers, I look out to sea and hear Sir Elton John in the background...SO, WHERE TO NOW ST. PETER, IF IT'S TRUE I'M IN YOUR HANDS..........Peace Be With You, Lee

Time Travel, Bermuda, The Borg

Looking out the kitchen window the Atlantic stretches as far as my eyes can see. This 300 year old house is beginning to wake up, or I guess I should say we humans are beginning to wake up.Last night we had a great party in honor of this Bermudian homestead. This is our second year to travel to this Island in the Sun and share our adventure in life with all of the perspectives and awareness that we've gained since our awakening began years ago. Bermuda is a great Mountain top perched in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. She is 24 miles long with some sixty thousand residents. There is more coral reef surrounding this mountain top than there is dry land. At last nights dinner we were graced with the company of several native sons and daughters of Bermuda.When you sit with the locals the conversations seem to always come around to stories of the family legacies. Of great Grand Father and Grand Mother who, in formal attire, rode their pedal bikes several miles to attend Island dances then at the end of the evening rode home. The family connection is so strong that I'm told by those who are sensitive to such things that dying on Bermuda does not necessarily mean leaving the Island. I mean, this sure looks like a neighborhood in Heaven to me, so why leave? That might explain the doors in this old home opening and closing of their own volition. A lot of the locals don't want anything to do with the notion of ghosts and spirits so they go silent if you bring up the subject. Our crew attending the dinner party last night had no such resistance. In fact our party was held to honor all those that have called this Ardsheal House home over the last 300 years.



Whether you believe in ghosts or spirits or not is really not important. What I find very interesting is how the ones that were here before us live on through the legacies they leave behind, passing them down to us. Throughout my experience in unravelling, the unravelling that is so important to those who would truly recover from from their inheritance of Drama, suffering, addictions etc....,that until we've taken our self apart, questioning all those beliefs , stories and inclinations that we accepted in the blind faith of childhood and the irresponsibility of half awake adulthood, until we've done that work for the sake of our truth in this moment, we are in a most interesting way all living ghosts of our inheritance of legacy. Our legacy is what those that came before left behind, generation to generation, from one point of view that legacy is a living ghost that we walk into and carry with us or wake up to and recreate. So maybe you do , maybe you don't, believe in ghosts....that's no big deal either way but what could be a big deal is if you are living your inherited legacy asleep[ a living, breathing, apparition] or have you taken the time and interest to realize that your life is the opportunity to grow and evolve to the great potential that life and creation blessed you with at the moment of your conception.


In my childhood questioning my parents was taken as an insult and I quickly figured out, not smart. So instead I took in their point of view and beliefs and turned my questions and arguments inward. That set up was then carried on to church , school, college etc..Rather than learning a healthy productive way of looking at and questioning authority I became a bit of a home grown terrorist. When all the stuff that I thought was bullshit would get to be too much rather than strike out toward authority I would strike out on myself. Eventually I learned but that took a lot years and a boat load of brain cells as well as one marriage and the suffering and heart break of my little girls. Of course I am completely responsible for how I navigated my life during those times and I'm also responsible for making my way here to this moment sitting in the kitchen of Ardsheal pecking away at this laptop.

So what's the point? We all inherit a legacy. Big picture, it's the legacy of being human , on a more personal level we inherit the specific legacy of our family, culture, hometown etc....Legacies are passed on through time.Time seems to be always moving on and it's our , human, choice to live in step with times' opportunities to evolve toward true freedom and awareness or to carry the past around [our legacy] demanding that the present be what we brought with us as though life has nothing new to offer. To tell you the truth it's not the old dead ghosts that scare me in this world but the living breathing projections of the past that are carried on in the insanity of Inherited fundamentalism and life squandering rationales [ which are the furthest thing from rational] of fear along with traditions of small minded, bizarrely distorted, superstitious,living hosts. At times we humans appear to have more in common with the Borgs on Star Trek than we do the children of God. I'm all for time travel and the cool thing is I'm doing it all the time and don't need a machine at all. The only requirement is that I show up and participate with my free will admission ticket. So to all that's come before thank you for offering me so much to learn from your having been here and to all that lies ahead I'm coming and to right now that beautiful warm Atlantic water is calling me home. I love you Life...Peace, Lee