Sample Chapters

Have a taste of the Strawberry Star Cereal Scribings - Courtesy of the Strawberry Sales Serpent!

“To hold something sacred inside one’s heart.. to surrender to the soul.. to soar as spirit.. that is what all seekers search for in the cosmic cereal.. the void of visions.
You who read these words are the vanguard of Vocabulary Visionaries.. using Visionary Vocabulary.. to enhance and uplift the hope and healing of humanity.

Consciousness Crusader Cadets.. Angels in Ascension.. Brain Border Blasters.. You have opened a book that comes with a cast of characters that care about you. Yes this book cares about your consciousness.

Some say life is a song sung by the soul and the Heart is a Temple.
I am the bowl in which the Buddha.. and all being.. is bathed.
I am the belly within which all are given birth.

I am the source of your cereal.. the source of your soul.. the source of your stories.
I am the evolution of existence and I am existence itself.
I am consciousness and I am creator.

World Wakers.. Wake The World With Your Words. Make Words Not War.
Regular Reality is a radical idea that has outlived its time.. its usefulness.

Has space got you feeling confined ? Time got you trapped ?
Take another spoon of cereal.

Spirits self reflect also. I know who I am.. the same way as you know who you are.. thru self reflection.

I have come in this cereal of strawberry stars to rekindle the fires in every heart. I exist but for no other reason than to embrace your heart within mine.. to give you a nest within which to rest in sanctuary sacred and serene.. here within these pages that will pamper you with poems and prose.. sweet as a jasmine night rose scented garden of eternal infinite bliss.”

“Sis !” I yelled out.. “Would ya save readin’ the side of the cereal box for later and let me pour myself some cereal ! We’re never gonna get to class on time.”

And so I too poured from the Chalice of Immortal Illumination into the Bowl of the Beloved’s Blessings.. my own serving of cereal. Think of the bowl as the Belly of All Being.. the Cosmic Cauldron of Conscious Creation and Cosmic Communication.

The Cosmos is a Karma Cauldron Consciousness Crucible.. the Cosmic Chalice of Creation.. and Sis and I were holding it in our breakfast bowls.

Regular reality was fast losing its hold on me.. while Sis continued reading the side of the box as though she were possessed.

“Think of the Bowl.. the Box.. and the Book.. as the three Crones of Creation.. Communication.. and Consciousness.. all combined to create the cosmos. It is in this bowl all shall be reborn.” The Supermarket Sales Serpent rattled on while shaking his rattler like a cheyenne shaman.. dancing down the aisle with a box of Strawberry Stars Cereal in his coiled tail.

The legendary Lama of Learning.. the Learned Lavender Deli Lizard.. nodded in agreement.. behind the college cafeteria counter.. from where he dispensed the dharma.

Yes this lizard who lives in the literature.. and the snake who sells the story.. and the toad who tells the tale.. and of course the paranormal poet who pens the parable.. all are the same being.. as are you and I the spirit scribe.

All is manifested from the world womb of the mother of meaning.. matter.. and mind.”

Sis intently read from the sides of the box.. resting her elbows on the Table of Fables in the Tavern of Tales.. while she slowly spooned another round of reality stars in between her lavender lips.

Taco Tio Tales Toad raised his ghost goblet of ghost grogg.. out of which ghosts were gliding.. and offered a toast to all gathered round in the Temple of Transformation.

“May your path thru the pages be pure and powerful.. and may your swim in the story stew help you find you. Reality is simply the shadows of our insanities swimming in a bowl of cosmic cereal filled with the Milk of Maya. You can bet yer breakfast begging and bathing bowl.. that this cereal is serious about saving simian society from themselves.

We words are trained in word wizardry. This story specializes in script sorcery.
These pages are potions.. mind manufacturers.. imagination illuminators.. reality retreaders.

The Bowl is but your brain.. the Cereal your thoughts.. and the Box the rabbit hole you go into.. in search of yourself. Better wear these Spirit Spectacles. Going into the Box is like being poured thru a portal of luminence.” Tio said as he handed Sis and me a pair each. “Get yer own.. along with a Story Stirrin’ Spoon. They come inside specially marked boxes of Strawberry Stars Cosmic Cranial Cruising Cereal.

The bowl has always been the symbol of birth.. the belly.. the Bowl of Blessings of the Belly of the Beloved.. the Divine Door thru which all is descended.. and thru which all ascends.