Dear Readers,

This post is not a usual one for my blog, it is only about spiritual atheism in a very theoretical way. Rather, it is more of a reminiscence, probably btought on by a surgical procedure I went through last week. Waking up from the anaesthetic was not an easy process, I am told. No matter what the doctors did to wake me up, the typical response from me was about 10 seconds of speech, then falling right back to sleep mid-sentence. I was in the recovery room the same length of time as I was under the anaesthetic. And when I did finally wake up, in my head were thousands of little memories I had all but forgotten. They were a sort of history from my first year of school to my years as a hippie. The saddest thing about this memory, except for my own family, I now know no one from that entire era but myself. Friends, acquaintances, school chums, bullies, sports teammates, even the authoritarian voices in my early life, all gone, almost completely forgotten… Until now. The ones I miss most were my hippie friends, first those from Winnipeg, and then those I met in Toronto, but mainly in Vancouver. These were the people among whom I came to best know myself, to discover myself, which set me on the path I have been on for fifty plus years. This is NOT their story.

Nor is it anyone’s story, really, just a quick trip back in memory to a time when every song had a particular memory, and there were thousands of songs, and thousands of memories, until the memory bank got so full the earliest memories had to be archived to make room for the new memories flowing in to take their places.

You can’t remember anything from previous lives, or at least nothing meaningful? Don’t worry, the memories don’t need to be remembered in order for you to know their effects on you. You are the sum of your experiences, even if you cannot remember the experiences themselves. You have done much learning. Don’t stop now.

Look! There’s a new memory on the horizon. Go to meet it. It will soon be yours.

“All we are saying is give peace a chance…”



Author: rawgod

Still a Hippie, and proud of it. Have my BSW, now retired. Would have preferred to be a Dr. of Philosophy, but the university I went to wouldn't let me study my own philosophy. Your gain, their loss. I live on the edge of society with my partner, five cats, a broodmare, and a three year-old filly who might make her racing debut this coming summer or fall. Remember the name, Tricksy T Clanton.


  1. Good to see you writing again …

    Sometimes I find myself missing the old … friends, places, experiences … but then inevitably my thoughts turn to things I wish I had done differently, mistakes I made, and then I think it’s better I stay in the present and look toward the future. The past made me who I am, but its work is done now … time to move on.


        1. Who knows how wise you are, or are not? When you start feeling wise, that’s questionable. When you start acting wise, that is when you are growing wiser. But really, what is wise? Is it having all the answers? No, it is knowing how to live so you don’t hurt others, or yourself either.
          One can be wise about a lot of things, but real wisdom will always shine through. Help others to become wise, not by teaching them, but by being an example for them.
          Wisdom cannot be taught–it can only be learned…

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          1. Like the rest of the world, I suppose I am wise in some things, but not in others. If you had seen me doing battle with my hand vacuum today, when it ate my hair and smacked me in the face, you might have had just cause to question my wisdom! I now look like somebody punched me in the cheek! đŸ˜‰ I would say I am now a bit wiser, for I have learned a lesson, but … it isn’t the first time it’s happened, and apparently I didn’t learn a lesson then.


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