The secret ALPHAbet I’m betting on the Alpha bet Sourcing the meaning of necromancy Dancing with Semitics’ text I’m betting on the Alpha bet Sourcing the meaning of necromancy Dancing with Semitics’ text Originally scrolled and rolled For ease turned into a codex Yes that’s how we got books Oh Slicing up parchment Finding ease […]

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This poem is a love song to Bob Dylan penned celebrating the Pass Over. 
No Angel of Death can catch,  because of the slain Lamb found on the door.

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Poem originally intended to be released on March 15 a birthday celebration of Phil Lesh 
One of our Uncles in the Hart of Gold Band, 80 and still has lead in his pencil, and a six shooter that thunders and cries.

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Chapter 4: Revelations of Synchronicity: The God Wink Every enlightened being from the beginning of civilization has had to have experienced synchronicity. It is the touchstone, the philosophers stone, it’s the alchemical transformation turning lead to gold, the initial soul knowing, the awakening to the divine found inside confirmed outside. The following, written by me, […]

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Chapter 3 Flipping Out There was that moment where he just didn’t give a shit anymore. It was a split second but it was always the same, if you don’t have love, what’s the point to slugging it out in the world? He was driving his old red Chevy pickup back from the beach, heading […]

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Chapter 2 .  Awake ” Golden slumber fills your eyes Smiles awake you when you rise Sleep pretty darling don’t you cry And I will sing you a lullaby “ Beatles, Golden Slumbers 1969 It starts with a dream . . . Granted that word can mean a couple of different things. A dream of […]

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Chapter 1. Grateful Beginnings I wouldn’t be able to place the first time I ever heard of the Grateful Dead, as in the actual wordplay, of the word grateful and the word dead put together and what images they conjured in my head.  Words that come to mind –  strange, weird, eerie, and different. Coming […]

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Jerome John Garcia was a gatekeeper of the edge, the eye ever on the mysterioum, the constant collaborator of the wakeful mystic, keeping it real in the surreal.

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