To Think The Unthinkable By Fredalupe! Delving deeply into the challenge this paradoxical puzzle presents the thinking mind, the answering of which necessarily leading one’s own attention to a suspension of the very thing with which one attempts to do the answering,...

In Daring Freedom Found By Fredalupe!        In some of my recent travels down south, down Mexico way, I came across more than one representation similar to our present cover titled ‘Galactic Empress’. That odd assortment of eyes, one above the other, two to a side,...

By Torchlight Fredalupe! By torchlight we see into darkness, amidst the crumbling ruins of yesterday, picking our path past moldering edifices and the calcified choices others have made before us. Yet neither the phantoms of the known nor that shining light...

Ancient Pride by Simon Haiduk Ancient Pride By Fredalupe!   Never let the fear of striking out get in your way. ~ Babe Ruth   I am recently returned from a laborious trek that happened to take place in Mexico. The phrasing here is significant, because, of...

The Big Bamboozle By Fredalupe!        It’s never too late. Never. No matter how far you’ve gone down that wrong road, you can always turn back. Surely we’ve all heard those words before; perhaps we’ve even all shared in that experience in our own way, hard to...

In a moment of perceived peace, a rare snow falls, each crystalline marvel mythically timed for that special evening only slightly distorted from it’s original solstice mark; each flake proof and testament to the power and fragility of human imagination and manifest...

  A Thousand Words, I hear a picture would be faster. Yet here we are. Well, let’s see if that holds true. I’m known for alacrity, although brevity’s a bitch. For a thousand pictures though I hear that a symbol would do instead. I’ve got a quite few of those in...

With each thunderous strike that cracks me open, the hammering out of torturously bent and twisted parts, ever accompanied by a pitiless beating, as remorseless and endless as the waves of the sea itself, I cannot help but ask: what is being forged here from the raw...

There have been so many changes of late that, to my seeing eye, they merge into one inexorable force, the details of which become a froth of less interest than that of the spectacle of Power itself moving, of Intent manifesting before us all, of wonder at the mystery...

By Fredalupe!   Turbo Flux, if I’m not mistaken is the title of this month’s cover, Simon Haiduk’s fabulous painting, and a fairly accurate description of these last many months of life as I’ve seen and experienced it myself. Without a doubt it has been a Fire...

The Precipice of Power or Grabbing Freedom by the Short-Hairs Of late my life has become entirely whirled by forces beyond easy understanding. What’s presently changed is my perception of actually minding that wild spinning, swirling, spiraling amplification of...

Sticks and Stones          After listening to some of Santos Bonacci’s work (whom I happily recommend) I, Lorenzo, had a huge heart opening and then an epiphany on what we share in the paper and how we share it.   To be brief, my interactions with people, who for one...

Wake Up! Look Up! Appropriately titled, “Look up - Wake Up” - the Global Chemtrail Summit happening in Vancouver this May 7th is long in coming. The wide spread global geoengineering that’s been happening all around us for so long has always been one of our prime...

Elect to Govern Yourself or "The Emperor's New Clothes” Here I give a simple summation of my views whereas the entirety of personal and interpersonal human (behaviour) is concerned. Notice I didn’t use the word political. From my perspective, if you don’t want to...

The New Now oct 2015 I’ve decided to vote for myself this election. Really can’t really see who would or could be better suited for the job of governing my life, really. I did take a moment to look at the various candidates being politely paraded about in this part of...

Tomorrow’s Bloom Today “The problems of the world cannot possibly be solved by skeptics or cynics whose horizons are limited by the obvious realities. We need men who can dream of things that never were.” – John Keats. What do you say to that folks? The conclusion...