The Kundalini: A Gift - But From Where and From Whom ?

Hi all - Welcome as usual. Today I am going to tell a different type of story. It is the kind of story that people really don't like to hear. It is about transcending the borders of reality and moving to places not yet explored. This immediately puts people off and many do not even want to entertain these thoughts and notions but I assure you every single word that is to follow is the truth, the whole truth and absolutely nothing but the truth. The story really begins, at least this part of it, early in January of 1998 as we got word that my mother's brother had passed away in Holland and that the estate needed looking after. Originally my older brother was going to go over with my mom but I kind of pushed for a chance to go as well (my mom was going to foot the bill) and so she said that I could come as well. My mom and I started making plans and my older brother feeling he was being pushed to the sidelines said "Fine, you guys go by yourselves" and so this is exactly what we did. At first my mom did not want to rent a car but I was relentless in my insistence that we get one and finally she said okay and we had a car waiting for us when we landed in Amsterdam. Now just a side note here this was not going to be my first visit to Holland but I had come in 1954 (I was 4) with my mother and 2 brothers and it was interesting what I seemed to remember. I had written this down early after the experience I had which can only be referred to by anyone who has been given the gift of one as "The Kundalini". I am going to put the version I wrote down here again for I really feel I was being "led" as I wrote it. Here it is:

............................ WRITTEN IN 1998 ..........................

Many people have wondered where people get their ideas and inspiration from and I am no different. I often wondered where writers get the ability to write thousands of words to fill a book. I wondered how men like Leonardo, Michaelangelo and Einstein received their insight and their visions. For me these questions were answered when I went through a unique experience approximately a year ago.

The following which I am going to relate is my journey to what I can only call an enlightenment. It may click with some people and others will say .. "I wonder what he was smoking." I will tell it here only so you can understand how and why I came up with some of these thoughts which are posted at various sites on my home page. As a basic background I will simply say that I hated school with a passion. I found most of my teachers boring and extremely conservative in both their attitudes and their insights. They tried to teach but never once told me why I should learn that which they were teaching. They never once laid the proper foundation for the teachings that they delivered in a monotone and forced manner. There were exceptions of course and mercifully these were my Physics teachers and some of my math teachers. I have been blessed with what I consider a keen mind and although I have never been told exactly what my IQ is, it has been hinted that it is around 130 to 140. Artistically I am just average but when it comes to math, specifically Geometry, I am extremely blessed. I started doing Jig-Saw puzzles at an extremely young age and by the time I was six could do 500 to 1000 piece puzzles with no problem. I only mention this here to emphasize my inherent ability to see patterns and shapes and colours. I also was lucky enough to have a mother who encouraged free thinking and individuality. I was never stifled in any of my pursuits, whatever they were and my mom and I had spent countless hours exchanging ideas and philosophies. From these exchanges my ideas were refined and sharpened. I can't thank her enough for making me who I am. Her mind was as sharp as anyone I ever knew and now even though time has slowed her just a bit, she is now 81, (sadly she was called to the other side on February 23rd, 2004) she still has the ability to see beyond the obvious and search for an inner truth. She constantly emphasized the pursuit of perfection, knowledge and truth. Interestingly it only took about 48 years for her message to finally sink in.

Last March, due to the death of her brother, she was somewhat forced to return to the land of her birth, Holland. Since she was 78 at the time and has somewhat been slowed due to the ravages of time she was unable to make the journey by herself and invited me to come with her ... all expenses paid. So off we went. Just as a sidelight here I must mention that when I was four I had also made this same trip to Holland. So now 44 years later I was to make this trip again. When one thinks back, four is an interesting age. Many new thoughts are forming and intelligence is just starting to take root. I wondered if I would remember anything of my previous trip and whether anything would click. I later found out that it would in a most profound way. This may sound long winded to some but it is crucial to understanding how some, if not all people receive their ideas. Well at least this is how my journey started. ... So off we went.

My Uncle was somewhat eccentric and when we arrived at the house of my uncle's, which by the way was the same house in which my mother was born, and which dated back to the 18th century, we found it EXACTLY as it was 44 years earlier. I mean EXACTLY the same. Same rugs ... same pictures hanging on the wall .... same curtains ... same furniture !! Not only this is was exactly the same as it had been when my mother was very young. This house had not changed in 75 years. It was truly amazing. And so it was that I was given the unique chance to return to a place I had been 44 years earlier and find it exactly as it was when I was four years old. Now there were no crystal clear memories of my previous trip, just little things that kept creeping in to remind me that yes I had been here before. We went to all the places that we visited when I was a child, and all was vaguely familiar. Then we visited the dunes, where as a child of 4, 44 years earlier, I had become lost and who knows what thoughts had gone through my mind. As I walked out onto the dunes, I reflected that this was the spot which was the very last spot and time on earth I had been truly ALONE with my thoughts and my ideas. It was a profound experience. Even 44 years later, the loneliness and isolation of these dunes was truly frightening. I can only imagine what I was thinking those 44 years ago, when as a child I had become lost and felt the total isolation of being ALONE.

We also decided to visit the Dolmen, which was only about a 2 hour drive north from where we were staying. It was unbelievable. As I crawled in and through and around this 5000 year old site and surveyed the land around it, I reflected back to the people and the time who must have built this monument. It could not have changed much and the fact that it appeared exactly as it might have so very long ago, again left an indelible imprint on my mind. I felt that I could almost hear them calling out to me, telling me this is indeed where you originated, this is where you began, this is your heritage. On the ride back I was very quiet, reflecting on another unique experience that I had been able to participate in.

And now for the first time I share the experience with you as I experienced it.



When we returned to Canada I had somehow changed. Nothing concrete and nothing that I could put into words, but I had indeed changed. I became less motivated at work. Suddenly selling pool tables just didn't seem all that important. And as the next few months progressed I started to notice some extremely "weird" things going on which I will explain in my next paragraph.

It started out innocently enough one morning while I was shaving. Looking in the mirror I suddenly noticed, for the first time that I looked quite a lot like my twin brother. I shrugged it off and proceeded with the day. For several mornings after that the same thing was repeated. Until one morning I actually felt like my brother. Now how does one feel like another person you might ask ? I really can't explain it. It was as if I was my brother in the mirror looking out at myself. This shook me up a bit but the experience was lost in the responsibilities of the day. Next came a similar experience, but this time it was my older brother who I saw myself resembling in the mirror and again finally I became him looking out at myself. Very strange indeed. The final incident in mirror was that one morning I looked in the mirror and saw my resemblance to my father, quite a bit more obvious than it should have been. Again I shrugged it off figuring that as I was growing older I was beginning to resemble him. Then one morning I looked in the mirror and again saw what appeared, to me to be, an uncanny resemblance between myself and my father. As I stared straight into my own eyes reflected in the mirror suddenly it was not my eyes but his that were looking back at me from the grave. I couldn't pull myself away and just stared into the eyes that stared back and watched as the face in the mirror slowly started resembling my father more and more. Now here I have to qualify these statements. It was not that I actually saw my father in the mirror, no it was much more subtle than that. It is like when one looks at a baby. Their faces seem to change by the minute. This is what I experienced. No dissolving of my face to be replaced with his as would be portrayed on television but a subtle gradual change that probably only I could perceive. As I stared into the face I noticed the amazingly calm countenance of my father and then in an instant I became him as well, staring back at myself. I felt as if some communication of some type had been made. I can't explain it. It was just a feeling that I had.Again this shook me up a bit but again was lost in the hustle and bustle of reality. I didn't think about it again till after the "awakening" or "enlightenment" that I experienced when I started to reflect on what could have caused my "awakening". It was only then that I felt that this could indeed have been part and parcel of the trigger. Now I know there are going to be those that laugh at these experiences. Others will shrug them off as chance thoughts and wishful thinking. To those I would simply say ... You are so wrong. This was a real experience. My mind is quite rational and always has been. No ghosts ... no hallucinations .... and NO DRUGS !!!

As I mentioned earlier my entire attitude started to change. I became restless, irritable and impatient with everyone and everything. I felt as if I wanted to do something more but had no idea what this could be. At this same time I started reading a book by David Wood entitled "Genisis." This is a book I had seen advertised on the net two years previously and had always intended to buy. By chance one day (maybe) I saw it in a book store for $45 Canadian instead of the price I had previously seen it sell for which was $45 American. So I immediately snatched in up. In this book David Wood tells in epic style his journey to "his" awakening, which was the discovery of a hitherto unknown geometrical symbol in the Rennes Le Chateau region of France. It kept me spellbound as David methodically traced his route to his inevitable discovery. It is an awesome book. He mentioned many things in this book that were, or seemed to be beyond coincidence in his search for the final answer but over and over again he kept repeating "Look for the Signs." Was he talking to me ? I doubted it but perhaps I should start looking for the "Signs" as he suggested.

One other strange occurrence happened one day at work. Forgive the male in this next statement but we had a large plate glass window at the store I worked at and one of our favourite pastimes was girl watching. On any particular day there might be 3 or 4 that we all found particularly attractive. However on this one particular day THEY ALL LOOKED BEAUTIFUL ! I don't mean in the Hollywood sort of way but in the way that they looked in our teens. Fresh, vibrant and so beautiful. The way our first crush looked in the innocence of our youth. Not just one or two but literally all of them. I couldn't figure it out and again let it slip into the back of my mind. Could this have been the first stirrings of what was to follow. Could this seeing of beauty everywhere have laid the groundwork for seeing the beauty in math. I honestly don't know. I only know that none of the previous experiences have been duplicated since.

Then, near the end of David Wood's book "Genisis" he ties in his measurements to the speed of light. I was at first skeptical then impressed and finally overwhelmed with the enormity of this statement. For if it was true then the ancients knew the speed of light..... But how ? I reasoned that they couldn't have measured it. So if it was true they must have arrived at it by PURE THOUGHT EXPERIMENTS. I was dumbfounded. And slowly, at first, and building to a crescendo, THE LIGHT WAS TURNED ON AND STARTED TO BURN BRIGHTER AND BRIGHTER !! Till finally about 2 days later I suddenly shouted out loud EUREKA ... I HAVE IT.

But what did I have ? Well I reasoned, if the ancients knew the speed of light then obviously they knew just about everything we now know about math. But all they had were ruler, compass and marker. So my task was to find the answers they had found using only these tools. The search wasn't IF THEY KNEW this math, for I was convinced that they did. But how did they find it using just their mind, their time and their ruler, compass and marker. AND THUS THE QUEST BEGAN !!! I became convinced in my own mind that the ancients did indeed know about Pi and Phi ( The Golden Mean ) and how both these ratios are the building blocks of everything. I became convinced that they could square the circle and that if I could find out how they did it many of my other thoughts would be accepted as well. I became convinced also that they had left this knowledge to us in myths, Stonehenge, The Pyramids, The Ley Lines, The Ark of the Covenant and many other things. It became my obsession to try to decipher them. The pyramid representing the creation was an early one but there were to be many more. The ancients did indeed have the knowledge and THEY INDEED DID LEAVE IT TO US. WE SIMPLY HAVE TO KNOW WHERE TO LOOK. I WILL SHOW YOU WHERE I HAVE LOOKED AND FOUND IT. ...PERHAPS YOU WILL FIND OTHERS !!!

.............................. Back to The Present ...........................

Gee I wrote that well. I still can't imagine improving on the way I described the events. As I say I believe I was guided as I wrote it. However that was written almost 10 years ago and my mind is a whole lot clearer now on what occurred on that afternoon of Oct 5th, 1998 when like in the movie Phenomenon I was hit with what can only be described as a lightening bolt. Some people I know feel I should not mention things like this for fear of being branded a nut case or worse but these experiences have been experienced by many people and it is for the simple reason that people are afraid of discussing their experience that it remains in the realm of the paranormal and on the pseudoscience shelf.

In India their religion is all about searching for this Kundalini. Many fast in order to try to achieve it. Some spent years in solitude and meditation in order to try to achieve it and even The Beatles went to India to try to achieve it and some, well some very fortunate individuals experience it spontaneously. It is called the Kundalini and here is a quick description:

Kundalini rising

According to yogic writings and oral tradition, the force of Kundalini is raised through specific meditative practices.

Kundalini-experiences are understood using the structure of the Chakra system, the psycho-spiritual energy centers along the spine. According to Hindu tradition Kundalini rises from the root Chakra up through the spinal channel, (called Shushumna), and it is believed to activate each Chakra it goes through. Each Chakra is said to contain special characteristics.[21] The Chakras are any of the nerve plexes or centers of force and consciousness located within the inner bodies of man. When Kundalini Shakti unites itself with the Supreme Being (Lord Shiva), the aspirant gets engrossed in deep meditation during which he perceives infinite bliss.[22][23] In raising Kundalini, spiritual powers (siddhis) are also believed to arise. However, many spiritual traditions see these phenomena as obstacles on the path, and encourage their students not to be distracted by them.[24] ...

... Kundalini syndrome

Main article: Kundalini Syndrome

Researchers in the fields of Humanistic psychology,[32] Transpersonal psychology,[33] and Near-death studies[34][35] describe a complex pattern of sensory, motor, mental and affective symptoms associated with the concept of Kundalini, sometimes called the Kundalini syndrome.[36] This psychosomatic arousal and excitation is believed to occur in connection with prolonged, intensive spiritual or contemplative practice (such as meditation or yoga),[37][38][39] or a near-death experience,[40][41] or as a result of an intense personal crisis or experience. According to these fields of study The Kundalini syndrome is different from a single Kundalini episode, such as a Kundalini arousal. Kundalini syndrome is a process that might unfold over several months, or even years. If the accompanying symptoms unfold in an intense manner that destabilizes the person, the process is usually interpreted as a spiritual emergency.[42][43]

Article from Wikipedia

So in a nutshell what The Kundalini is is a total and absolute melding of spirit and man. It is the penultimate trip and is in my opinion what Neil Young's "Goldrush" was all about as also was Johnny Rivers "Realization". Needless to say Jerry Garcia was on the first car of the train. I think we can add Chris de Burgh to the passenger list as well. But it is an experience that is at times difficult if not impossible to control and when I am on a "roll" I become almost unable to function in this mundane world and society. No wonder that monks in olden day sequestered themselves away. And just look at some of the magnificent works accomplished by these self imposed hermits. But if you know what to look for it is fairly easy to pick out those throughout history who had been blessed (or cursed the jury is still out on this one). The first one that comes to mind is an author by the name of Philip K. Dick, a masterful teller of Science Fiction stories. But his stories had much more to them. Here is a bit about Philip K. Dick:

Philip K. Dick
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Philip K. Dick

Philip K. Dick
Born December 16, 1928(1928-12-16)
Chicago, Illinois, United States
Died March 2, 1982 (aged 53)
Santa Ana, California, U.S.
Pen name Richard Philips, Jack Dowland, Horselover Fat
Occupation Novelist, essayist, short story writer
Nationality American
Genres Science Fiction
Speculative Fiction
Postmodernism

Influences[show]
Flaubert, Balzac, Kant, Marcel Proust, Samuel Beckett, Dostoyevsky, John Sladek, Nathanael West, Jorge Luis Borges

Influenced[show]
The Wachowski Brothers, Jean Baudrillard, David Cronenberg, Richard Linklater, Jonathan Lethem, Fredric Jameson, Slavoj Žižek, Roberto Bolaño, Rodrigo Fresán, Mark E. Smith

Official website[show]
http://www.philipkdick.com
Philip Kindred Dick (December 16, 1928 – March 2, 1982) was an American science fiction novelist and short story writer. Dick explored sociological, political and metaphysical themes in novels dominated by monopolistic corporations, authoritarian governments, and altered states. In his later works, Dick's thematic focus strongly reflected his personal interest in metaphysics and theology. He often drew upon his own life experiences and addressed the nature of drug use, paranoia and schizophrenia, and mystical experiences in novels such as A Scanner Darkly and VALIS.[1]

Article about Philip K. Dick

Okay there is so much more that I need to add to this posting so maybe we should break it here and call this Part I. This is extremely interesting and I really am surprised that no one has pursued this before but I have been meaning to tie it all in and this is as good a place to do it as any so see you in Part II.

As always thanks for listening - Don Barone

November 22, 1963: The Day It All Changed

Hi all and I bid you welcome.

Anyone over the age of 50 has his or hers special memory of that day so very long ago yet so chillingly fresh in our minds. How often I heard it said of the previous generation in regards to Pearl Harbour and here it is now coming up on 45 years and still it is crystal clear in my mind and not a memory has faded. Strange sometimes how our mind works. Here is my recollections of that day for what it is worth.

In 1963 I was a happy, out going and cheerful lad of 13 who saw life through rose coloured glasses. I had two great parents, lots of friends was totally secure in my beliefs of safety and security and life was good. That was soon to change.

I had just entered Grade 9 in the fall of 1963 and was finding it a bit difficult making the transition. I mean all those girls and me still a kid of 13 - boy it was tough especially being in classes where there were 15 year olds, both boys and girls. But that is another story for later. Now I am not sure why but there was an overflow of students that year and they decided to split us into two schools more or less. I was to attend school from 7:00 AM to 1:00 PM and the following year I was to attend from 1:00 PM to 7:00 PM. I know it sounds horrible but it was quite enjoyable finishing school at 1:00 and having the rest of the day to yourself if you didn't have any homework. November 22nd for me was like any other day that had preceded it. It was a typical Friday and I was excited that it was Friday again and was looking forward to the weekend. As was normal for me I sat myself down at the dining room table, turned the TV on, got my books out and proceeded to start my homework. Droning on in the background was I believe "The Edge of Night" and then came the interruption over the airways. And even to this day my heart stops when ever I hear these words ...




As I have written elsewhere it is difficult to convey to someone who did not hear those bulletins first hand the shock and overwhelming grief that overcame me as the moments progressed. I remember vividly after the first bulletin which I guess I didn't catch clearly but I went running into the kitchen to tell my mother that the president had been shot. She said "Which president" I said 'President Kennedy" . She said oh no that is impossible it was probably a president of a university or another country she said and so I set off doing more of my homework. As the second bulletin came on and it was obvious that it was President Kennedy who had been shot she did not say much she just stayed in the kitchen. And then that final awful and legendary announcement from Walter Cronkite that President Kennedy had died at 1:00 CST some 38 minutes ago making the time at the moment of announcement 1:38 CST or 2:38 Eastern time. I remember getting this huge knot in my stomach and running into the kitchen to tell my mom (we were the only two who were home at the time since my dad was working and my two brothers had the normal full school day) and I remember that she just broke into spontaneous tears and started crying as hard as I had ever seen her do this, and not before, even with the death of her own parents, nor until the day that she died did she ever cry that hard again. Perhaps a bit of her was torn off as well.

It is a legacy of the moment that whenever, even to this day I hear "Here is a bulletin ... " although with CNN and modern networking this rarely occurs anymore, the knot returns and I get a lump in my throat and my heart wants to stop. For me it was the day everything changed for if "they" could kill a President of The United States .... what chance did I have if I really wanted to make a difference and that my friends is why in my very small way I try to keep his spirit alive for he was trying to fight them and he paid for it with his life.

But now on a more analytical view. Please watch the video again and note that the bulletin has only just come in and already they have the suspect described and the weapon identified. I think proof beyond measure that the story was a plant and that Oswald was a patsy and was set-up from the beginning. Once again thank you for listening. Best Wishes - Don Barone

A Radio Remembrance: How it sounded on the radio

July 1st, 1968 - A Trip We Should Not Have Survived

Hi all and welcome back if you have visited before. Well rather than start at when I was 4 (that indeed would be tedious) and move forward from there perhaps this might be a better idea. Pick isolated dates and events, place it by year and then after maybe a few months or so place it all in chronological order. So I will tell a story here that still haunts me to this day and I still wake up in a sweat and this happened over 40 years ago.

It was the start of a long weekend and I was going to head "North" for the first time with a group of close friends to a place called "Sable Beach" sort of The Daytona Beach of Central Ontario. All week my friends and I were excited as we counted down to this first long weekend where I had a car. We packed everything in including, believe it or not, a portable Reel to Reel tape recorder (it took 15 "D" size batteries) and headed out onto The QEW and headed north on Highway #6 towards, well who knew ? Now Highway #6 from Hamilton, Ont to Owen Sound in those days was just two lanes and during the exodus, that occurred every long weekend, was frightfully slow and agonizing to an 18 year old anxious to begin an adventure, but plod along I did. Here is a favourite song of mine from the era ...



Well we crawled along, or so it seemed to me until well I just couldn't stand it anymore. There was a dawdler in front of me and finally I just had to pass him and so I pulled out left and accelerated. All was going good and then I noticed that there were a few more cars lined up almost bumper to bumper in front of him and so I said what the heck and decided to pass a few more. By this time I had reached a speed of about 75 miles an hour, and was increasing it. Unfortunately the line was continuing and other than stopping or slowing down and re-gaining my old spot the only choice it seemed to me was to keep accelerating and keep passing cars and so that is what I continued to do. By now my speed was about 85 and we were passing cars number 7 and 8 and the silence in the car began to build to the point where it was almost screaming at me. - Now before I go on I had mentioned in my first post that it might be a bit of mystical journey and here I would like to suggest that I somehow believe that there is a ... well a force if you will ... that has guarded my life from what early date well I do not know. This is but one instance but I will post others. I would like you to consider that as we finish the narrative. As the silence in the car became overwhelming I began passing cars number #9, #10. now #11 - holy shit now #12 and then the inconceivable reared up we were approaching a hill. A very, very large hill actually. At this point I was doing about 85 - 90 and it would have been almost impossible for me to have slammed the breaks on and got back in line and so for reasons I truly will never understand until the day I die I decided to continue to pass these cars ... ON THE HILL ! Number 13 as I got about 1/3rd of the way up - the silence is numbing, number 14 as I got half way up the hill - all breathing has stopped and finally #15 as we crested the hill. Now there are moments I am sure in all of our lives that are burnt like engrams in our minds and soul and this is one such moment for me. The instant of the crest, the point at which I honestly thought I was going to die and take 5 of my friends with me, the point where traveling at about 90 miles an hour we were going to be killed and take a family of innocents with us, the point where I fully expected to see the front of another car or maybe worse a transport trailer truck looming in front of me --- but it never came. No believe it or not when we crested the hill and I was able to focus, and breath again, the next oncoming car was quite a distance away. It was honestly unbelievable. That this road, a very heavily traveled one at that, could remain so clear for the time I was in the passing lane goes beyond the rational and enters the realm of the irrational and for me the paranormal for I was in that lane for I would guess almost 3 minutes and not to have met another car coming in the other direction for all this time and then to see the next car way off in the distance giving me plenty of time to slow down and move over and calm down, is in my opinion and actually in the opinion of some of the the others in the car, who I fortunately had a chance to reacquaint with at my mother's funeral also felt it was divine intervention and that we had cheated death or a least been given a pardon.

And as a postscript I need to tell you that I still awaken many nights in a sweat and many times in my dreams I do not make it and the transport truck that I missed first time around is there to greet me. I wonder ... ? - Thanks for listening folks - Don Barone

Video FLV Player added

Hi all. Things are looking up around here as I go in search of various add ons for my blog and keep finding neat little tools like this amazing FLV player. For a demo I have inserted Heartworn Highway the first song that Townes van Zandt wrote. Please enjoy and this opens up all kinds of possibilities not only here but on all my other websites. Please enjoy. Best Wishes - Don Barone

Well It's Late

Hi all.

Just posting a very quick message here tonight as it is very late and I am getting very tired. Just wanted to let you know if you haven't already heard I have added a neat little mp3 player to my BLOG with a lot of quiet folksy type music which is what I like to listen to. The mp3 player was supplied by this site ... http://www.myflashfetish.com/makemp3.php?id=5 It should be nice quiet relaxing music to listen to while I try to create here. Meanwhile enjoy and good night. Best Don Barone

A First Entry

Hi all.

Just testing the waters here and seeing what is what. Sitting here listening to "Imagine" by Emmylou Harris and reflecting on what I can accomplish at this blog site I have created. Now "Angeline" has come on which by the way was the very last performance of "The Band". A great video. I have dragged about 34 videos into the playlist of WinAmp 2.95 and am enjoying a list of .flv files I have created courtesy of various downloads from YouTube. A lot of people forget that WinAmp can play videos and the 2.95 version is the best as it is uncluttered and very fast. Now she is singing 'In My Dreams" ... yes a very nice song to be writing to. For those who know me they will know I have over 200 websites which I will soon get posted in their entirety but some of the links are not quite working yet. They are there on my hard drive I just have to place the address where you folks can get to them. Also I have dabbled in research on (oh good ... "Love Hurts" with Buddy Miller) The Giza Plateau and have come up with what I consider groundbreaking research and even though I have posted much of it on other forums I have yet to really go into depth on the thought processes' occurring in my mind as I am studying and trying to see into The Ancient Egyptian mind. To begin I think I will start with a trip I made to Holland in 1998 with my mother. It is almost a mystical journey so if you are a realist or unbelieving in forces shaping our destinies beyond our control then perhaps this journey is not for you. but not to matter for this journey is not intended for you it is for me. Please join me as the days progress and I continue my "Journey Through Time" both into the future and into the past."

Below: Christmas 1990