This blog's for ME

Almost 25 years old, asking my parents if I can sleep in their bed with them. I had thought I was going to be the 25th Prime Minister of Canada. Things had changed. 10 years later, I was still a scared little boy. The time had come to slap myself awake. One Saturday morning, November 19th, 2009, I declared to the world I would be riding my 10 year-old motorcycle from Vancouver, BC Canada to Rio de Janeiro, Brasil, and back.

The official departure was August 28th, 2010. A group of well-wishers saw me off at 8:03 am.

I arrived in Rio de Janeiro around 6 pm March 1st, 2011.

My return to Vancouver came on July 5th, 2011 about 2:00 pm.

Drug & alcohol abuse, ADD, social anxiety, health, chronic pain, night terrors.

So many concerns. But I am far more interested in this question: Do I have the capacity to make this trip despite all my shortcomings?

My mission: To inspire myself to face my fears, enlighten myself on how all living things can peacefully co-exist, enjoy every moment, and see the world as plentiful and generous.

Go ahead. Call me crazy. Call me anything you like.

I'm out to save my world.


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Resistance to Another Person

Fear to share what's really going on, and not trusting in your own words can be a prison. So much anger stored up inside, over some wrong doing of another, or something from the past. No matter if that person is trying to help you, or help the situation, if you perceive your back is up against the wall, you will only see them as an enemy, and you will fight. Remember this when you are trying to help your child, or your partner through a difficult time. You can't help them, or try to fix the situation, it will only make it worse. You have to find a way to 'be' with the emotions that they show, and have the courage to see it through. We are resilient, us humans, and we get into more trouble than we avoid, by denying ourselves our true power in difficult situations.
Those rare cases of people who have felt loved, safe, and secure, and have no interest in needing to find more, or get more, would have very little knowledge of the primal fear that people who are troubled emotionally and mentally experience. We put the label 'crazy' on it, and throw them out in the trash. Well, that trash never goes away, it is the garbage we all try to ignore, until the stench of it overwhelms and we have to burn it forever.
Horrific acts done against our fellow men are a result of years of ignoring someone's basic needs.

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