B U Y I N G ~ I N





Did we choose to depart one plane of existence to experience this other, only to systematically create in this reality a re-connection of the reality from whence we came calling it connectivity to the whole? 


Are we using technology, calling it Progress, to develop an advance civilization for future-present experiences in this dimension not knowing it is an unconscious desire for physical manifestation, a mechanical re-creation, to satiate our feeling of homesickness? 


Are we simultaneously engaged in an ongoing process exemplified by The Universe expanding into the vast unknown, fearfully manifesting the spiritual through mechanical/technological means?


We are so determined to be connected 24/7, we fail to notice the inherent traps and intrinsic pitfalls created by dogma to placate ourselves amidst noticeable discrepancies. We are only human! 





Dundas Sq. Interlude 2015




During a discussion with a longtime friend, this quote was revealed,“Don’t do unto others what is abominable to yourself.” by a Rabbi Hillel. Given goings on in people’s lives, we appear unable to do much otherwise in this regard. 


Humans are by nature social beings; thus, to be ‘unsocial’, solitary for far too long, takes unlikely/untimely tolls. 

Unlikely/untimely, in materializing as unrecognized and unacknowledged ‘collections’ in peoples lives. The extreme of collecting becomes ‘clutter’ and ‘hoarding’ with the accompanying qualifiers anxiety, depression and apathy spiralling into areas detrimental to all, directly and indirectly.     


There is hope, nonetheless, keeping this quote attributed to Confucius in mind, “Better a diamond with a flaw, than a pebble without.”   




9. Road to Enlightenment

B U Y I N G ~ I N


O W N E R S H I P   ~   N O T I O NS  …  Pt. 2.



After having saved, I was able to purchase an all-purpose bicycle which lasted less than a decade through my first and only peer pressure experience. I was having fun with my all-purpose bicycle when I was introduced to a group of weekend riders. They had racing-type bicycles and one of the group members thought I ought to fit in with the group and upgrade. I was hesitant but allowed myself to be brought to a cycle shop and subtly-coerced into a costly upgrade to-fit-in.


Make no mistake it was a sensational looking-and-functioning bicycle, suitable and well-crafted. I didn’t have to struggle as much in keeping up with the group on outings, and they didn’t have to feel they had to ride slower because of my all-purpose bicycle. But, as it turned out, there developed dissent within couples, and a falling out between couples, decimating the group and leaving me in possession of two-bicycles! 


There I was, one who grew up not having the pleasure of more-than-one of possessions! My earnings allowed for purchasing instead of borrowing for the first time in my life, and not have to consider food and lodging as choices! Also, my vocation brought me in contact with a student who told me of his bicycle had been stolen. My guilt of being unable to adequately use ‘two’ bicycles allowed me to offer him my all-purpose bicycle which I thought would be put to good use in replacing his stolen bicycle.


He and his father showed up in a station-wagon with a broken-down looking bicycle. The thought of doubt flashed through my mind I was fed a line, making a guilty condition around my gift. It was to be an exchange, if I so choose, given the implications involved. I continued on with my initial intention, nonetheless, and I gave him the all-purpose bicycle gifting the other elsewhere, without entertaining thoughts of the trade that was taking place. It was another of many exposures and experiences in ‘lying’ to which I was to become accustomed. We parted company, mentioning nothing about it when our paths crossed in class, until such time as we ceased crossing paths by his graduation.


The racing bicycle was to serve me well, mixed-feelings of its acquisition often bothering me for the next two-decades, with a variety of experiences following. Time came when I was using the racing bicycle less and less. As usually occurs, there was an individual in need that did benefit by the use of my racer. Someone from the distant past emerged, we resumed developing a friendship that had not occurred. Along the way of this development, I allowed my racer to fill the void that emerged when his bicycle truthfully went bust.


There occurred a twist in this give-away when we had an unfortunate parting of ways. Before there could be a resolution, where our diverse principles had to be comprehended and compared, this friend succumbed to his ongoing distresses. Death took charge of resolving all, setting in motion an unknown chapter of the gifted racer.


Working in this country, between 1995 and 2017, I have purchased/owned 3 bicycles, which I was unable to foresee while growing up having taught myself how to ride on a Caribbean Isle, in 1959. I could not have foreseen the contents of this ownership path, much less have any idea of my bicycle giveaways. Notions of Ownership of any kind was never in my consciousness. I am amazed and pleased for those who can and have such concepts.


I cannot say I would exchange any of my experiences in getting here. To each her/his own, and ‘I have miles to go before I sleep’.






O W N E R S H I P     NOTION        ~         Pt. 1



I remember on a sunlit afternoon, when I was about ten or eleven, I was able to commandeer a bicycle to learn how-to-ride. I had been a passenger numerous times but had not ridden independently. I was going to learn to ride a bicycle that day, come what may.


I remember the bicycle being too large for my size, but I was able to adapt to it by adjusting to riding under the crossbar, while balancing and keeping the bicycle upright. After numerous falls, I was able to co-ordinate the crossbar-positioning with my size and keep the bicycle upright for continuous riding without falling. I was unable to ride regularly, the bicycle not being mine and having relocated to yet other dwellings twice after that experience, and migrating to another country two years thereafter.


In the other country I was to experience the following bicycle experiences. On another borrowed bicycle I was to experience the first of many racially-biased experiences noting the ignorance of the slingers. Yet, decades later, I was to be a wage-earner with sufficient funds to purchase my own bicycle, a ten-speed which I rode for ten-years. 


It came to pass, while experiencing Canada’s First Nations teenagers I parted with the bicycle. The experience was being an active participant in a government supported drama program for Aboriginal Teens interested in the Performance Arts. I trained and choreographed these aboriginal teens, along with Caribbean Teens, in the martial arts sufficient to include in conflict resolution scenes in a play researched and develop by the teens facilitated by the director.


It was during one of these performance art experiences that I learned of a cast member’s need of a bicycle. I was developing a career that offered opportunities to volunteer for this unique project of working with Teens from various First Nations Tribes. This allowed me to part with my ten year old bicycle at the close of the project as a gift, which was wholeheartedly accepted. Seeing it afterwards I was amazed at how it ‘cleaned up’ under new ownership!                   to  be  continued…





Distillery Options 2010




A modest amount of Time had been experienced since that late-night inquiry by the policemen in the patrol car, while returning home. I continued my martial arts training with an intensity inspired by anger and disappointment of the entire incident’s content and context. I had presumed much in the way of the meaning of friendship and human-kindness. I assumed friendship where there was none, and kindness which was prioritized under ethnic differences. was left with the understanding I was on my own where physical confrontations are concerned.


I was nearing my qualifications for testing for the first-degree black-belt in the style I was studying, and I was working as a doorman of an establishment where food, alcoholic beverages, live-band music and dancing were the norm. All was of a pleasant nature, but not without the probability of untoward behaviours of some patrons and this night was where the probable was becoming possible.


It was an evening preceding the weekend of the Formula One Races, and there were high-spirited imbibers present, some of whom felt entitled to the attention of the attractive female servers on-staff who were having none of their offerings.


Having made their sentiments known to these self-proclaimed alphas, one took it upon himself to make his sentiment known in reprisal. I happened to step outside to check on the premises and happened upon this fellow letting-the-air out of a tire of one of the female server’s car. I cautioned him to cease and return inside, but he declined calling for support of several of his group, nine or so in total to encircle me.


Having ascertained the server’s confirmation, I sent her back inside the club and decided to prohibit these yahoos from doing further damage, which they stated doing. I took off my shoes, so as not to slip on the pavement as in earlier times, a Billy Jack emulation as well, while their circle tightened and the adrenaline in me began to surge. I chose to hold my position allowing them to get within striking range, inviting them to make the first move for me to retaliate as warranted.


Granted, this decision had its disadvantage to my sensibilities. My blood-pressure soared as my anger mounted, and to the point where my vision became myopic. I was seeing through a small hole, and not the entire spectral scope from when this episode began. The headache was excruciating, my heart was pounding within my ears; and, I felt if I didn’t make a move I would explode with a ferocity that was beyond reason and management.


The instant I decided I had to act in self-preservation mode the police were on the scene, called by my employer having been informed of goings on by the servers. All were rounded-up, hand-cuffed and shunted into awaiting cruisers. Elevated physiological condition subsided, blood-pressure returning to normal calming my-self down. Thankfully, what transpired thereafter was unknown to me. 


Suffice to say, what could have been a devastating outcome of a ridiculous scenario became a Memory in Time, possibly forgotten in the mist of all minds attending to issues more relevant of their early-seventies experiences. Some time later, I was successful in acquiring my first-degree black-belt in Tae Kwon-Do, to begin what was to be a most interesting journey.





JSP -&- DJJ c.'73



A growth pattern has occurred on this planet incubating a host of unknown and unknown diseases creating illnesses known and unknown. The ones known and acknowledged lend opportunities for the cure of possible and probable upcoming diseases of those known. These include varieties of the meta-physical and mental realms, many of which humans deny exist throughout their history.


Without acknowledging the reality of the actual, and being open to the possibility for the actuality of the unreal yet to come into being, Humanity will continue on this denial pathway repeating their errors into extinction.  


That being said, let’s recognize, even if unable acknowledge the implications that are undeniable. It is widely accepted that common believed History is written by the victors, with their biases intentional ‘truths’, much being outright falsehoods. These Historic constructs are instilled and cemented into biological systems by instructions-from-books by teachers, institutions purveyors; labels on everyday objects in use some even on cultural biases; buildings, and monuments!


Once these systems are engrained in the native population, the indoctrinations of immigrants become the norm. Until, it’s realized there’s a built-in fail-safe for the evolution of Society, but only by the elimination-by-subsumption can evolution occur. Hence, the colonization includes total absorption, albeit not without Fear of Identity Loss, something of a fallacy bourn of outside pressure but defended to the death.


Physical expressions of these ‘Personalized/Socialized/Instituted’ belief system being plied into all non-natives eventually come under threat as Education grew into being Egalitarian. By the time it’s recognized, the tipping point is passed and the pain begins. What has to become commonplace is process revelation by which acknowledgement is to become fully accepted! The Past is to be acknowledged and accepted by the Victors in reference to the experiences foisted upon the indigenous population, noting the implemented materials excluding what was believed and practised before engagement occurred.


Then comes what is known as, ‘Reconciliation’; an engaging activity which is to heal wounds, setting all involved on a path of growth and self-actualization. Well, that is the Ideal; but, like all ideals, they become victims of the variably-evolved human. The practices of their varying beliefs hamper the attainable harmony; and, subsequently, the Balancing Act of a See-Saw nature is the usual functioning taking place.


Repeated to the point to becoming indelible within the human biology and psychology is what has become the Challenge to Continued Human Existence.


The solution is in the problem of the past, with those living in the past while misappropriating the present. Victimization resolved by Truth & Reconciliation practices.


Here we go/grow!





ASSIGNED  ~  STEREOTYPE                   Pt. 2.



Without a doubt, I have had my fair share of couplings and none, to my mind had ‘failed’. In spite of resulting in me being a bachelor, divorced from mid-thirties into these retirement years, from each coupling I received a lesson. A thread to unravel a woven tapestry depicting a pattern of my lifetime. 


I am quite fortunate to have had loving relations, yet despite my good intentions, I was wearing bifocals tinted by ignorance and blindsided by misunderstandings that were intrinsic to the colonization influences in the country of my birth. Truth is, the colonization had more benefits with options, unlike many countries left to their own devices. Doubters simply have to observe the world, reviewing History into the Present with impartiality. One way or another, we are here to beneficially engage each other whether or not we acknowledge the processes of ‘how’. We are given an intrinsic mystery peculiar to each environment, along with choice. 


I lived uniquely patterned functionings of romanticized biases allowing quality experiences, prescribed to partners’ predilections neither being aware of the other’s peculiarities. We simply engaged trusting the resulting outcomes from which we learned/grew into better human beings, or so I believed. Those of us who allowed ourselves that nourishment to take hold, gained as Life intended. I can wholeheartedly say, I never entered into a coupling with discordant and/or prideful intentions in spite of biology. 


Time and again, I did foolishly believe each would last into storybook ‘happily ever after’ endings, and was sadly surprised by the unknown limitations I had not comprehended, until now. I am now aware I was under-prepared for the scenario of each coupling ; and now, as a result, I wonder if I will ever be capable of having anything near a mature and comprehensive life-partnership? I look about me at ongoing couplings, noticing where and how my ingredients of under-developed compared resulting in my previous endeavours being short-lived. 


NO blame attached to anyone! My life is simply Layered that Way! 


All things considered, I was born into a system that afforded me much, for which I am forever grateful, including these challenges in my mindsets-to-comprehend my Path in this Lifeline. 


The beat goes/grows on …  




4a. George Gallegos- Carey Grant 21.10.17

George Gallegos- Carey Grant

C O N D I T I O N E D       /       A G E N D A


Early Unconscious  Desires                                            Pt. 1.


Looking back on what some may call ‘failed’ relationships/couplings throughout my lifetime, I have come to realize these were numerous onion-layered processes at play. I was not an only child, but I was the only male in a matriarchal setting where being seen and not heard was a childhood given. Conditions were in no way abusive as some would want to profess reflexively and, all things considered, Life was as it always is, fluid in its expansiveness. Everyone appeared to manage, living naturally before Television invaded to create discord from within.


I grew up in praise of womanhood, albeit unconsciously conditioned, with little to no male contributions for behavioural balance. I discovered ways to alleviate that modality, but not without slight flaws, the import of which I was not to fully grasp until in my retirement years. Granted, I was conditioned to the gravitas of social norms where the female-male dynamics were ongoing in their evolving patterns, and my biological urges were in place in spite of behaviours observed. 


Often, I was viewed as ‘soft’, which did not endear me to most women throughout my growth, unless some anomalous situation accenting my goings to present me as appealing. When this occurred I peaked from within and was awarded a female companion, albeit only for a short time. These couplings were viewed from biased perspectives which I fluidly accepted not knowing their contents and/or imports. Mistaken identities were the norm by which all involved were none the wiser of their fantasies. I was to learn that all my ‘failed’ couplings were inspired by biases in unnatural phenomena the cause of which each participant was unaware. 


I questioned the processes, wondering if they were all part of a Grand Schemata accorded Shakespeare’s, “All the world’s a stage, and all the people making their entrances and exits” accordingly, playing parts by which to learn/evolve in spirit should they be aware and open-minded? Each participant, I recalled, serviced each another in ways specific to their conditionings and desires, albeit naively.


I was unaware of guidance from an aware care-giver like a parent, or mentor. I can only theorize, those privy to such early guidance were the better for it, if one was to have pleasurable experiences along her/his growth path. I believed healthy early guidance and exposures were key factors for growing into sensible adults with beneficial couplings! 






In Time…




Sometimes, when I listening I do not hear.

Many times, while listening I hear what I am not-to-hear!

Then, there are times I hear what I do not want to hear.


Through education, I have learned the Path I travelled since birth; and, those lessons materialized during the luxury of introspection accorded me in Timely retrospection.


I have deduced through evidentiary reflection my undiagnosed processes as a Special Education candidate who managed his LD/ADHD through discipline and religious collaboration, and timely support of the kind-hearted.


I thank you all for being t/here according me your especial support. 






F L U I D I T Y 



Wednesday was quite the day, cursively called HUMP DAY! Of course, it had everything most people disregard, the foundations behind each day called the ‘PAST’ and unworthy of consideration. This day began following steps begun long ago. I returned to a notification that required the prompt action of getting my auto in working order, allowing the notified activity to take place.


Earlier, it was suggested I replace the Alternator which was to be countermanded by a diagnosis made by my auto-club personnel. What began as a quest to replace the Alternator was circumvented by a more accurate appraisal showing a NEW Battery was required. However, due to the age of my auto, a specific battery had to be found which was not in the possession of the auto-club’s personnel vehicle. Thus, began my engagement in a round-robin lasting 3hrs, from start to finish, before the appropriate battery was installed.


The battery being replaced, brought to the fore I had not had the customary breakfast. I set out on a stroll into Chinatown for dim sum. Having had the dim sum, I embarked on a circuitous route to the Art Gallery of Ontario. This time, not to look at art but to go through unattended mail delivered during my 35day absence. That duty was completed and collated; then, I proceeded to return to my neighbourhood by way of WINNERS, whereupon I bought a pair of walking shoes, having worn out a pair of shoes and sandals. 


In-house, preparations were made to attend a political campaign in support of a worthy candidate. Upon leaving the event, a decision was to be made. Return to my condo or unwind over a craft brew? I set out walking westward, noting I had decided on the brew. 


Outside the establishment, I happened upon a couple in debate. I suggested the pub they stood in front of and where I was a longtime patron. We entered, I was in front guiding them down into the heart of the establishment. I cozied up to the bar, near a personable acquaintance and begin a discourse on various topics. The game of cricket surfaced as my ally was departing, but he kindly located a cricket match on the telly, Barbados vs. Jamaica. Point of viewing entry was Barbados’ roster line-up ending. He took to departing after a few overs, and I remained to enjoy the game.


With Jamaica’s line-up, I embarked on a conversation with another amiable soul, this time from Australia, with companions of Canadian and US origins. We commiserated on the game, along with a myriad of other topics. We exchanged tales of our experiences while Jamaica appeared in a challenging position. Before the finale, a few words were exchanged with my Aussie acquaintance and his friends, as they departed.


Turning to catch the game’s finale I engaged in another conversation, this time with the line-cook of the establishment. Education and matrimony were parts of our conversation, enlivening as well as pleasant criss-crossing cultural arenas. It was time for me to depart, being slightly inebriated, but not before venturing to purchase some coconut water for my morning beverage-mix.


On exiting, I picked up a NOW magazine to review the details of the headline about bicycle culture’s interactions with automobile culture, and proceeded to the location for the intended coconut water. Coconut-Water in hand, I sauntered to my abode while reflecting upon how special this day was with its challenges eliciting changes and exchanges, in a most fluid way.


Many things were accomplished, not necessarily in the manner and/or order I had intended at first. But, once the first item was completed I set in motion a series of activities which flowed one into the other seamlessly, precipitating my appreciation of all that came to pass. I take nothing for granted, going with the flow, and wondering what was to occur in Throwback Thursday, the day that followed in the steps of Hump Day?  




1e. Jamaica's BobSled Team:Sochi 2104 13.7.18

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