I've been around it and through it, the cyclical ebb and flow of a life.Sent Exile Postcards (title of my novel) back to America when I expatriated for the first time and will again a week from Thanksgiving.Belize this time. I am confident that I will find what I need there because I don't want anything more than a roof over my head and easy access to my favorite sea, the Caribbean.

I have a book to finish. I am easily entertained. I believe in karma, reincarnation and higher
consciousness. I have joy to spread, stories to tell,new things to explore. I am part jester part scribe.

I am also a foreign war corespondent, covering the shadow government here as it manifests in unspeakable cruelty and breaks bones and spirits. High functioning sociopaths and psychopaths who have positioned themselves to lord over the workingman, woman and child. Trying to devolve back to a world of bigotry and fear mongering. An Oligarchy of slave traders that some day will implode from the pressure of their ignorance. The sooner the better.

I can say anything because I'm out of range. Off the grid. I will show you America from outside,and you can compare your image of us with what the rest of the world thinks.The economy is a Ponzi scheme. This validated by eminent economists who have looked behind the curtain.

America is a country without a culture. The human element is ignored, threatened and spun around until it's too dizzy to stand. Never mind understanding the ongoing attack against our connections
to each other and to the larger forces that are waiting for us to wake up from our dream state so they can reveal the well trodden path to liberation.

It's about karma and correct action. We are here for one simple reason; to learn how to love.
To become love itself.

Stay tuned.