Confession time

If you've been reading my meanderings, you've most likely realized some things. ALL of our present problems... Can be solved. The solution? "Sokosomosi, You Can Transform the World!" How? In 1982 I wrote a little book called "Twelve Days to a New You/The Impossible Done With Mirrors" in which I projected what was messed up in the world, and how to fix it.
So far, no one has been able to disprove anything that I said. But, many have found that by doing what I taught, they have found measurable success and a great deal of happiness, and personal peace.
In the 60s, I went from house to house, city to city, state to state, even country to country, guruing and
serving like a good mystic should. Not by charging huge amounts of money, but simply a place to sleep and necessary food, and companionship, to keep body and soul alive and healthy.
I still am very heathy, my muscular, toned body, and spell casting wordsmithery and muse-ical poetry and
not a half bad ancient wisdomness flourishing. Even in my mid 60s. Kind of ironic, a child of the 60s is now in his 60s.
But what does that have to do with the price of turnips? Just this, read my blog, carefully sift through the
images and ideals, the web and warp of the dawntreader,
the unicorn and the golden aardvark cataloging in the rapids and the honeymuskets-attar and soft peddled shades of the cornucopian mountains bewilded and soft
orange mermaladen. But, don't stop until you find the special present that I meant for You to have...my personal gift. And you're welcome.
No cost, not even for the products. Keep all the money that you make. And, know that I have a wonderful
surprise for you. Join jtmcpub today.

"Actors with the parts you play,don't sing the songs you've sung/And, if you're going 'tricks-n-treats, your masks must be restrung"
("For Billy Indiana" C-1968 nmpub)