Anguish as a language

The heated crucible contains the tears of years of fears I’ve faced,
Enough nauseating terror for fifty men, I face again, again, again.
And through this all I’ve tasked myself to ask the reason why a lie is so easily sold to those willing to hold illusion as a mask, and bask therein as if the truth were theirs.

JV~ 8-17-15

Love or Money

I can hear the gasps among my new friends when we disclosed that we are nomadic, and especially that we depend on the kindness of strangers (panhandling) in between gigs to get by.

I just don’t fit into the standard box. (I’m too big.)

I am an exceptional magician, and yet, most everyone seems content with status quo (non-magic/clever illusion).

So, I get to experience the anguish of survival, in a world that measures success by money. Love is nowhere to be found on that scale. (Love is not control.)

I also get to experience things like another family of seven that stopped at the rest stop we were in, and I walked over to strike up a casual conversation, and he invited me to a puff of ganja, and gave me some ganja to boot. And, as we talked he validated our lifestyle, expressing his lament that he couldn’t do it.

“Security is bullshit, and I have bills up to here (motioning over his head). You made the right choice to live free. I wish I could do it.”

And several of these people have transmuted money into LOVE, by giving without judgment, and perhaps a sparkle of envy in their eyes…

To a T

Spontaneous sweetness

Soul’s reply

It calls to me

A tear I cry

A tear of thanks

For one who dares

To break the ranks

To look, to share

A place that love and passion meet

A place where love makes fear retreat

A place so rich, yet without price

The beauty found within your eyes.

~JV 7-11-15

Why I’m Not a “Life Coach”

Someone asked me last night why I’m not a “life coach.” I’ve been asked this before, and even though I’m a maven that collects information, a connector, and a salesman, I still don’t wrap these all up in a package and sell them to others.


Well, the current system is that the more you make, the more valuable you are. I remember talking to a money making coach that immediately started scolding me before fully assessing the situation. He was geared to one thing. MAKING MORE MONEY. Hell, see for yourself at Mark Allen Grainger’s site. He told me I was “out of integrity” because I couldn’t pay him for his advice (a friend had told me to call him), and all the while, his entire life/business is structured around making more money off of people who want to make more money.

WHERE is the goddamn love? Love is without fear, hate, control, ownership, demand for a specific outcome (judgment) or harm to any party.

I want to love. And, having had everything material taken from me in 2005, I saw that, to society, money is control. We are the ONLY species that pays to live on this planet. Bankers have taken effective control of the world system by equating your power to thrive to a piece of paper

And thus, I refuse to put together a “package” of “life coaching” to sell. I would consider it a non-love venture, because love is not control.

Relationship is mutual reward. And while I could structure a relationship that has mutual reward in the way of exchange, I choose not to insert control into that scenario. What I do, is much more true to me. I share freely. I’ve always seen that it comes back around somehow.

As society is structured, I walk a poverty line. As love is structured, however, I walk in extraordinary wealth.

Our cover picture says it all. This is my turmoil. How to live in a free way without selling my soul.

11312720_1455294908103515_5190585755247252801_oIn love, JV


An intimacy coach that can’t be intimate. At least it gave me the observation that intimacy is connection past the point of vulnerability.

When someone can’t be vulnerable with you, they are most definitely not desiring relationship. Love never dies (the  desire for intimacy), but respecting boundaries is honor.

Keep walking.

The Sexiest Part Of A Woman’s Body

The sexiest part of a woman’s being is her mind, in my opinion.

But the sexiest part of her body is her tummy.


The tummy is the place that women are most often challenged with insecurity.

Intimacy is moving past the point of vulnerability.

When a woman allows you to observe and then worship her insecurity, her vulnerability, it becomes a power for her. The perceived perfection is connected to complete and unconditional love, and at this point the woman can relax past her fear into the parasympathetic (“no-mind” or out of her mind) pleasure.

And, having witnessed, and participated in this magic, I have to say it is an honor to share true intimacy with a partner who surrenders their most vulnerable fears for worship.

What results is the roar of a woman.

Kiss the tummy as you would the rarest treasure on earth. It is indeed such a treasure.