Gregory is, foremost, a mystic and a shaman, and only secondarily a writer. In becoming a mystic and a shaman he has, in the parlance of Carlos Castaneda's shaman/teacher, Don Juan, he has lost his shields, has lost his normal human defences against the psychic, telepathic, and emotional emanations—positive and negative—of those with whom he interacts. Because of this, he lives in solitude and accordingly must remain anonymous.
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Since the Internet has become, quite literally, an incomprehensibly vast and complex Indra's Web, not only of billions of computers and exabytes of electronic information, but an equally vast and complex Indra's Web of psychic, telepathic and emotional information, not all of it positive and healthy, and against which he lacks the shields to protect himself, Gregory spends very little time enmeshed in that Web and is not entangled in any social media sub-webs.
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The Muse and Man Press logo installed here in lieu of a picture of Gregory, represents a vision manifested 40 years ago to Gregory by his Muse, the wise and knowledgeable, non-physical Being who inspires all his written works. It is a stylised representation of a large bird enfolding within its wings a smaller bird. Symbolically, on a basic level, this represents that non-physical Being embracing Gregory's spirit-being and inspiring his writing, while on a more expansive level, it represents a family of such Beings embracing Humanity and inspiring its spiritual evolution. The visionary inspiration for it was given in conjunction with the refrain from John Denver's song, The Wings That Fly Us Home:
And the spirit fills the darkness of the heavens.
It fills the endless yearning of the soul.
It lives within a star too far to dream of.
It lives within each part and is the whole:
It's the fire and the wings that fly us home . . .
"The Preface" to The Fire: A Story That Raged To Be Told
"Crazy Rachel" has just completed the task of typing her Uncle John's scribbled out memoirs into a story she has titled The Fire. She wants to write a preface for it but since she can't write while on her "meds," she goes off them. Slipping into a disastrously manic state, she writes, instead of a preface, the long, chaotic story of her own, very troubled life—as it entwined with her uncle's.
The Train is a poetic allegory envisioning human life as a ride aboard the Train of Fate, which races across the desert of this illusion we call time. It depicts our lives as a constant struggle involving an evolving array of life-defining choices: choices between a debased existence of relentlessly kowtowing to the tyrant of our ego, or an exalted life of humbly serving the needs of our Spirit.
Paddling Out The Stars
This is a long, descriptive poem of a kayak-cruise on a wilderness lake extending from the early evening of a hot, mid-summer day until late into the night. Over-top the observational descriptions of the cruise, the author has added a plethora of mystical/spiritual/holistic/philosophical observations and ponderings that increase as night is descending and the stars are being "paddled out."
Meteors: A Shower of Aphorisms and Short Poems
This is a short and varied culling of the thousands of inspired poems and aphorisms the author has been scribbling down for forty years. They present either insights into the hypocrisies of our shallow, materialistic, ego-dominated culture, or understandings of the Mystery that generates, shapes and guides, the material reality that Materialist Science reduces to the totality of our universe.
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