It was about 1 or 2 AM. I sat by the fire with my “3-D glasses” and gazed at the Big Bang. A song in the background triggered an image of my dad. Enamored with the present moment, unencumbered by regrets from the past or concerns for the future and suffused with a sense of wonder and empathy, a single thought of my dad was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Tears of appreciation arrived unannounced and decades of unexpressed gratitude disgorged from my nose.
Read MoreFreedom from self, with a slight tug from psychedelics.
Within 10 minutes of ingesting 5 grams of magic mushrooms my mind was flooded with a kaleidoscope of geometric shapes, more elaborate and resplendent than anything I have ever seen before. Time dissolved and I could no longer comprehend the passage of time except for the music, where songs had a beginning and end.
Read MoreUntitled. (Part 2 from 'The Spy' series)
Mood board for a spy story by Pierre F. Lombard. Featuring Marc Buckner.
Read MoreUntitled. (From 'The Spy' Series)
Mood board for a spy story by Pierre F. Lombard. Featuring Marc Buckner.
Read MoreMaybe happiness is not the goal.
As far back as my memory serves me, the primacy of happiness has been peddled by psychologists, religious leaders, celebrities, the media and just about everyone you can name.
Read MoreThe [true] story of the Hunchback of Notre-Dame - Part 3
At once, I became aware of this elderly man’s most intimate hankering, a mere mask for what he truly desires — what we all desire: Acceptance… Acceptance for the person we are when we are at our most vulnerable, and if possible, to not only be accepted, but to also be wanted in our most vulnerable state. When we feel that we are wanted, we have this sense that the reciprocated actions are not merely mechanical, but authentic expressions of love, of feelings so strong they had to be expressed outwardly, however fleeting these feelings may be.
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