Shall I tell you what rock and roll is Johnno from someone who doesnt perform but observes Its restless and rude. Its defiant and daring. Its a fist shaken at age. Its a voice that often screams out questions because the answers are always changing. The very young play it because theyre searching for some way to express their anger or joy their confusion and their dreams. Once in a while and only once in a while someone comes along who truly understands who has the gift to transfer all those needs and emotions into music.

I suppose it is submerged realities that give to dreams their curious air of hyper-reality. But perhaps there is something else as well something nebulous gauze-like through which everything one sees in a dream seems paradoxically much clearer. A pond becomes a lake a breeze becomes a storm a handful of dust is a desert a grain of sulphur in the blood is a volcanic inferno. What manner of theater is it in which we are at once playwright actor stage manager scene painter and audience

Spirituality without a prayer life is no spirituality at all and it will not last beyond the first defeats. Prayer is an opening of the self so that the Word of God can break in and make us new. Prayer unmasks. Prayer converts. Prayer impels. Prayer sustains us on the way. Pray for the grace it will take to continue what you would like to quit.

The dream is not a drug but a way. Listen to where it can take you.

Dreams are stories made by and for the dreamer and each dreamer has his own folds to open and knots to untie.

God takes everyone he loves through a desert. It is his cure for our wandering hearts restlessly searching for a new Eden... The best gift of the desert is Gods presence... The protective love of the Shepherd gives me courage to face the interior journey.

But one discarded dreams and got dressed and made what one could of the day.

Praying and sinning will never live together in the same heart. Prayer will consume sin or sin will choke prayer.

Fully inhale your dream and completely exhale manifestation of it.

This is the most immediate fruit of exile of uprooting the prevalence of the unreal over the real. Everyone dreamed past and future dreams of slavery and redemption of improbable paradises of equally mythical and improbable enemies cosmic enemies perverse and subtle who pervade everything like the air.