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Baba Haridas

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Last evening as I participated in satsang with Baba Haridas Vancouver community, I felt his presence and grace very strongly. At the end, prayers were offered for his health, which was said to be declining [at 95].
I just received this announcement about his passing today.
He was one of the two Indian gurus who deeply touched my heart. It was at his ashram at Mount Madonna near Santa Cruz, California, that I felt inspired to take the name Sequoia: on my 35th birthday in 1979. That inner guidance profoundly altered my life: it symbolizes being my authentic self.
I am so grateful for the grace he brought to me and to so many. May his grace touch you as well, now that he is free of his aging body.
Some of his photos:
Here he is shown with his famous chalkboard, which he wore around his neck for decades, as he observed a vow of silence. He would answer complex questions with a few choice words.
This image is from 1999:
His presence was a blessing.

Om Guru Om!


A father’s scientific and deeply heart-felt perspective on homosexuality.

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What most resonated for me was feeling this man’s intense love for his son, and witnessing him express that love so whole-heartedly in public.

For many if not most straight people, we queer folk are a total mystery very foreign to their felt experience of life and love and sex. Those who know us personally are forced to somehow “understand” us. This doctor uses his [very limited] scientific lens in that attempt to make sense of his intense love in the face of the stigma that still surrounds sexual minorities. I appreciate his core message: his son, hence gay men, hence queer people are not merely tolerable or acceptable. We are essential threads in the fabric of human society. We make the family, the culture, and the world a better place.

It’s to his loving affirmation of us that I say a big YES!

Inter-generational love

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Am delighted to be making some deep connections with amazingly conscious young men in their 20s and 30s: a whole new generation of wonderful relationships.
When I was exploring gay life in the 1970, older queer men were generally quite unattractive. Aside from their physical aging, they were generally quite emotionally unhealthy as well. I now realize this was a result of the terrible oppression they encountered in the years Gay Liberation, which really began in the early 70s, just as I was “coming out.” They were often bitter, cynical, jaded and plagued by low self-esteem, which was painful to see.
So it’s a happy surprise, now that I’m in my 70s, to experience young men drawn to me, not despite my age, but because of my maturity. Inter-generational friendship and love are becoming quite common among queer men. In part that may be because we are somewhat rare: so many of my generation were wiped out by the AIDS epidemic in the 80s and 90s.

This summer, Ziji and I celebrated our shared August 7th birthday: he turned 32, and I 73:
I find hanging out with young people helps me stay young…or at least be in denial of my actual age 😉

Hola Habana!

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What a scene of crumbling glory and indomitable human spirit!
Walked all Old Havana: narrow streets, tiny shops, and no sign of corporations anywhere…amazing!

The next day we took a bus 45 minutes east to the beach, Playa del Este Santa Maria. The beach is so pristine: the cleanest sand I’ve ever seen, beautiful blue and turquoise water, which was deliciously warm to walk in, but too strong a surf to swim safety alone.

The old cars were fun to see! These were new when I was a kid. While some are beaters, many are their owner’s pride and joy, and quite cherry!
Time really has stopped in Cuba. It is still the 1950s and earlier! The absence of modern “conveniences” and commercialism makes for a more human experience, which was very refreshing!

The Hotel Nacional is the one building looking well maintained. It is where the government entertains visiting dignitaries and world leaders. It was built in 1930 and looks north over the Straight of Florida.

After two nights in Old Havana, we spent 2 in Cienfuegos and 3 in Trinidad [see following posts]

Returning from Trinidad to Havana was a scenic 4 hour “collectivo” cab ride. This time we shared the cab with a French couple. He was originally from Morocco. I loved meeting other adventuresome tourists! Again that form of transportation is a great deal: $US30 [30CUC] per person door-to-door!

We had a prosaic final evening/night back in Havana. Our guest house was, like most, a private home shared with tourists, which is the best way to see/experience Cuba! This “casa particular” was the life-long home of Eddie Gutierrez [see Lonely Planet]:

  • Calle 21 Numero 408, between F&G.
  • +53-7832-5207 casa / +53-5281-0041 movil

Eddie’s casa is in the more “modern” [crumbling 1880s to 1950s] Vedado district on the west side of Havana…definitely the nicer part of town!

We paid $35CUC for a very comfortable room with 2-beds and private bath.

I’d stay there again for its location, price and quality. Eddie is very friendly and helpful!

We had a great, reasonable dinner nearby at Cafe Presidente on Presidente & 25th, went on a fruitless search for wifi, and got to bed early in preparation for a 4 AM taxi to the airport.

Our week of sun and balmy breezes was replaced in Toronto by minus 10 Celcius…brrr!

Ah, but what a rich experience we had! Cuba has a unique charm. It is oddly unspoiled by modernity. Catch it before it’s too late!

Cuban Resources:

  • is a great site for finding guest houses all over Cuba. They are reasonably priced, provide a decent breakfast, and offer tourist advice about each locale.
  • We also consulted for gay-friendly accommodations, but did not find any that worked for our schedule. I would use it again for sure.
  • Same for – there were some listings, but no vacancies on our schedule. Still a great resource!

Charming Cienfuegos, Cuba

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Cienfuegos is 3+ hours east of Havana by “collectivo taxi” [roughly $US 30/person door-to-door].

It is a charming, small [150,000] French colonial town situated on the east end of a very large bay [the size of San Francisco Bay in California]. It is noted for its French style buildings. We enjoyed the sunsets on two successive evenings, and found 2 great restaurants. Our favourite was Paladar Ashe, whose owner of 22 years is the maître d’ and keeps a close eye on his very attentive staff. We were amazed when they came with a bottle of rum to stiffen our already potent Pina Colada, and then later when they offered a second serving of roast pork equal in size to the first serving…all at no additional cost! This is clearly NOT a capitalist county :}

Trinidad, Cuba – the gem of our trip!

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Trinidad was by far our fav of the 3 cities we visited. It is the smallest [73,000 people] and the oldest [1541]. It is genuinely quaint!

Because it is a UNESCO World Heritage Site, it is definitely on the tourist maps. Yet it never felt too touristy. The central plaza is all narrow, cobblestone streets closed to cars, so it’s a pedestrian sanctuary with many small shops and restaurants, and none of the crass commercialism of first world capitalist resorts.

Our first evening we, of course, walked [using the Lonely Planet book as our guide].

Our first full day was largely the amazing horseback tour. Our guide promised to take us to see sugar plantations and to have a relaxed stopover at a waterfall and natural swimming pool in a cave. His assistant came to our guest house on time at 9 AM and walked us to the horse corrals about 20 minutes away. There were many other tourists and many horses and guides! It’s a going concern. Our guide was just for us and another couple: a husband/wife around 60 from Queensland, Australia. She was from Chile, and he from Ireland. So we had a fluent Spanish speaker among us, which was most helpful.

While all of Cuba is a time-warp, this experience was totally outside the modern world. Horses really are a way of life in much of the country. So we were having a pretty genuine taste of life here.

The horses were very tame: totally trained to be gentle with us foreigners. Our pace was very leisurely. After riding about 40 minutes we stopped at a cantina where they were juicing sugar cane by hand for our amusement and refreshment. I was pleasantly surprised: pure cane juice is not sickeningly sweet like manufactured soft drinks. It tastes like a whole food, which it is…very refreshing!

Our next stopover was a thatched-roof “cafe” where men were hand-roasting local beans, grinding them in a wooden pastel, and serving up a strong brew! Yum!

What I loved about Cuban coffee both here and at all our guest houses: it is thick, rich and very smooth, never bitter.

Our final stop was the promised waterfall and swimming hole. Sadly the waterfall was dry! The area has been in chronic drought for many years. I local botanist told us it’s a clear result of global climate change. The swimming hole was packed with other tourists. All were weary from riding in the hot sun, and eager for the cool refreshment. Local musicians played typically festive music.

On the hour plus ride back to Trinidad, after getting used to being on a horse, under the effects of the hot sun [upper 20s/70s], the cane juice and coffee, and the refreshing splash, I went into an altered state. There were hardly any signs of modern life on the dirt road. The few homes we saw were pretty ageless. I began to feel like I was WAY outside the 21st Century. It could have been 200 years ago…or 2,000! I was simply some guy on a horse somewhere on Planet Earth doing what countless humans have done for thousands of years. Here’s what I was seeing:

Back in Trinidad after being outside time all day, we tried to navigate the complexities of getting internet access: a major challenge anywhere in Cuba! The internet is, of course, totally controlled by the government. Access requires finding a vendor who sells “wifi cards.” Each card provides a Username and Password good for 1 hour. The next challenge is finding wifi! We learned the posh Hotel Iberostar had both the cards and the signal…yay! The front desk directed us to the bar. The bar tender said we had to buy a drink plus pay for the cards. Feeling already a bit out of our minds from hunger and fatigue after such an unusual day, we uncharacteristically ordered alcohol: Pina Colas. Wow! Did they pack a punch! We both got totally tipsy and giggly! So of course we two tidly Leos had to take silly selfies in front of the lion fountain in the lobby:

Once we got some dinner and were thinking more clearly we decided to extend our stay in Trinidad one more day so we would have time to enjoy the beautiful beach, Playa Ancon, 12 km / 8 miles south by cab. We’re so glad we did! It was stunning:

Our time in Trinidad was for sure the highlight. I would happily go back there for a longer sojourn.

Shadow and Light

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A friend wrote me this morning:
“Have you ever had any experience with negative entities?  Even something that could be considered the devil?  I’ve been dealing with negative entities a lot lately (they’ve been following me home, basically) and I’ve just been trying to focus on cultivating love within myself to repel them.  We’ve never talked about it and I was just wondering if you’ve ever experienced them.  And if so, if you know any ways to repel or disempower them…it can get a little scary sometimes.”
The thoughts I shared in reply:
“In terms of negative entities, the best understanding I’ve come across is from the Buddhist traditions, where they often have icons of the Buddha surrounded by “wrathful dieties” that challenge the seeker to confront their own shadow side before gaining access to higher consciousness, which is represented by the figure of the Buddha.
Just as in dreams, where all the beings we encounter are actually facets of ourselves, any negative entities can be acknowledged as part of ourselves.
Am remembering Walt Whitman‘s line, “I am large! I contain multitudes!”
Am also recalling the teaching from A Course in Miracles that in every moment we have the same choice in various guises: we can choose Fear, or we can choose Love.
My struggle has been with my own shadow side. If I begin to develop any pride in being “spiritual” I quickly get reminded of my own pettiness, judgements, selfishness, resentments, etc., etc…reminded I have feet of clay and always will. Any spiritual insight I may have are not “mine” but fleeting flashes of grace.
There’s a wonderful Rumi poem that helps me grapple with all this.