Somewhere Along North Shore Road

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By JC Collins

Somewhere along North Shore Road I became lost.

The infant came forth from the womb and began the long and perilous pilgrimage upon North Shore Road. Trailing behind was the umbilical cord – the exoteric manifestation of the esoteric connection which would remain throughout the journey. This connection represents the bundled cords of the emotional body, mental body, and physical body.

On the other end of the connection was the spiritual body, the higher self which would feed the infant as the road encouraged growth and development. Infant becomes child, child becomes teenager, teenager becomes adult, adult becomes senior, and senior becomes mentor to all that came before.

Each of the manifested bodies, the emotional, mental, and physical, all serve as the sense organs of the un-manifested spiritual body. Like reaching out and touching the soft leaf of a tree, the spirit reaches into the world of force and form to understand and learn. It needs the three manifested bodies as much as those bodies need it.

North Shore Road is both rewarding and unforgiving. It is the path which all those committed to a journey must travel upon. All travellers temporarily meet upon the Road and provide lessons to one another. Like sea ghosts in the morning fog, the travellers drift in and out of the experience of “other” while ever materializing in more “individual” solid shapes as the journey becomes longer and harder.

Branching off North Shore Road are many goat trails which can cause both young and old to twist an ankle, or suffer other injuries, which can cause the journey to become slower and more painful. These corrupt secondary paths are lined with all manner of distractions and promise. The rotting flesh of those who went down a goat trail and never found their way back on the Road can be smelled upon the stagnate wind which forever blows downward upon the backs of the travellers.

All goat trails connect with one another through an intricate maze of false hope and broken dreams. The purpose of this maze is to keep travellers from finding the way back to North Shore Road. Some trails go under the Road while others cut straight across. Some masquerade as the Road in order to take you deeper into the maze.

Each traveller only need remember that no matter where you go, or how far down the goat trails they may find themselves, the cord is always connected. The way back to North Shore Road can always be found by back stepping, following the cord, and learning where the journey went astray.

The developing alignment, or attainment of alignment, between the emotional body, mental body, and physical body, serves to strengthen the spiritual body. As the spiritual body becomes stronger from its sacrifice, it has more influence over the world of force and form. As all four bodies become one, the new existence of the traveller can manipulate and engineer the Road which continues to stretch out in front. The ability to do so at that point will no longer suffer the weakness associated with goat trails and the corruption of intention.

Somewhere along North Shore Road we now find ourselves. The Road is not a tool of measurement and has no beginning or end. It is the never ending spiritual curriculum of a material experience. No traveller is ahead of another, and no traveller is behind another. All travellers are exactly where they need to be upon the Road.

Sometimes we reach out and touch the cords of another. We feel the emotions, thoughts, and strengths of those who are within our reach. We share our emotions, thoughts, and strengths. We begin to understand that North Shore Road is not just a road. It is a bridge. A bridge which connects us to one another. It connects us to all emotion, thought, and strength. It is a bridge which cuts through the material and connects back with spirit.

The Road is a spiritual bridge.

Somewhere along North Shore Road I became lost.

Somewhere along North Shore Road I found myself.

Somewhere along North Shore Road we found each other and all things. The Road behind can be unmade as much as the Road ahead can be made. Lessons cannot be unlearned but the curriculum evolves and the Road once travelled no longer has influence over the Road ahead.

Somewhere along North Shore Road I became. – JC

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14 Comments on “Somewhere Along North Shore Road”

  1. What an amazing piece JC. This one really touches the heart my friend. I think the high road has always been the reference I’ve known for your North Shore Road. Is there by chance a South Shore Road too?

    I’ve got an amazing old black and white photo of a fork in the dirt road. The lane to the right is the higher of the two and has always been the lane for me. Of course many friends don’t find that lane rewarding so I’ve bounced from one to the other most of my life. Staying on the goat trail as you called it for as long as it takes me to realize the things happening in life are because i’m on the goat trail and not the North Shore Road. I love how you state the following.

    “Each traveller only need remember that no matter where you go, or how far down the goat trails they may find themselves, the cord is always connected. The way back to North Shore Road can always be found by back stepping, following the cord, and learning where the journey went astray.”

    Sure looks easy on paper doesn’t it? We are never truly walking alone are we?

    Thank you JC, a masterpiece forged from genius.

  2. It’s good to see you write an esoteric abstract piece again.

    North Shore Road reminds me of the idea of travelling true North, to seek and follow spiritual truth. The shore, perhaps a metaphor for the road we travel between the seen of the material Earth world and unseen of the spiritual realms, both side by side meeting each other on the shore line.

    Perhaps we know the road from deviating from it. How do you know you’re on North Shore Road unless you check out Goat road (I assume this is some Allister Crowley weird satanic/occult ritual of human degradation.)

  3. As luck would have it, I was talking to the girl next door just yesterday and she was telling me one of her wonderful stories. Mary is her name, she is around 5’6″ and weighs about 170 lbs, she peaked at something over 300lbs at times in her life. After one a them cut your gut operations she was able lose almost half her weight and now gets around fairly well. Dear Mary works as as cashier at Smiths , a job that demands she be on her feet for long hours, she handel’s it well and never complains about that aspect of her employment, she is a bit of a Babe. She is wonderful storyteller because she loves telling them so much. Funny, funny stuff.

    Mary is bisexual her first sexual ‘expridance’ was with a older women. (I’m going with the ‘dance’ from now on, as per, circum, coinsi and so on and so forth etc, etc. What!! I can’t change the language? The hell I can’t) consider that just a side note, but , something that I believe adds some texture to the story.

    So the story goes like this, Mary has a boyfriend, she was laid up with him awhile back, when his probation officer and a sheriff department’s deputy showed up on the property to bust, arrest, him for some kind of a violation. But, but, but, his landlord and his best buddy are naked and working on a car. Yeah, that’s right both naked and ‘working on a car.’ Mary tells me they are nudist, I call them freaks.

    Anyway for some legal reason or the other the PO has to confirm the address of Mary;s boyfriend but can’t bring himself to confront a couple of naked men with heavy whenchs in their hands, so the arrest is put in abeyance(or abey’dance’ if you will.)Funny, funny stuff, we are both laughing our heads off as she tells me this wonderful story. My God! How I hope the humor it aconveys to ya’all.

    High roads and low, the north shore and the southside, goat trails, and the hyways of giants, the paths of sheep, we cover this planet.Sure enough we do.
    It begs a song, whether it fits or not is up to “ya’all”

    Check how the percussions give the aarrcchh to the loch and the pipes pay particular tribute to the bone, the pith, the essence(dance) to our Dear Sweet Bonnie.

    1. Dude I love those pipes! Got em playing in the background as I write. Now here’s the funny part, I emailed that earlier in the week my friend. Just a different version, lol. Love them pipes, touches the soul and excites the mind doesn’t it?

      Hahaha. Here it is.

      “”The Bonnie Banks o’ Loch Lomond”, or simply “Loch Lomond” for short, is a well-known traditional Scottish song (Roud No. 9598) first published in 1841 in Vocal Melodies of Scotland.”

      song —

      wiki —

      By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,

      Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond,

      Where me and my true love were ever wont to gae

      On the bonnie, bonnie banks o’ Loch Lomond.


      O ye’ll tak’ the high road, and I’ll tak’ the low road,

      And I’ll be in Scotland a’fore ye,

      But me and my true love will never meet again,

      On the bonnie, bonnie banks o’ Loch Lomond.

      ‘Twas there that we parted, in yon shady glen,

      On the steep, steep side o’ Ben Lomond,

      Where in purple hue, the hieland hills we view,

      And the moon coming out in the gloaming.


      The wee birdies sing and the wildflowers spring,

      And in sunshine the waters are sleeping.

      But the broken heart it kens nae second spring again,

      Though the waeful may cease frae their grieving.


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  4. JC , can I please copy this ? The reason being is that many have allowed me to find North Shore Road while on the goat path and I believe these individuals will know exactly what is implied by this wonderful metaphor you have written and I want to honor them because I’m grateful . The origin will definitely be prominent with the copy to honor you. As an aside and unrelated to the matter , I suck at spelling and have a wonderful vocabulary in my mind but when it comes to spelling it out I suck. I have to google proper spelling to ensure there is no confusion. This extra step is a drag but I’m not gifted in this area and never have been .. oh well.. I’ll await your permission and thank you for such an insightful article!
    Love on you

  5. End of the beginning

    Is this the end of the beginning?
    Or the beginning of the end?
    Losing control or are you winning?
    Is your life real or just pretend?

    Reanimation of the sequence
    Rewinds the future to the past.
    To find the source of the solution
    The system has to be repaired.

    Release your mind.
    Fast forward to the secrets of your soul.
    Your life’s on overload,
    Is this your fate?

    Will you decide what makes you an entity?
    That’s your identity.

    Well if you don’t know
    Which way to go?

    You might be lost and confused,
    A second chance no time to lose.

    Reanimation of your cybersonic soul,
    Transforming time and space beyond control.

    Rise up and resist, to be the master of your fate.
    Don’t look back, live for today- tomorrow is too late.

    You don’t want to be a robot ghost,
    Occupied inside a human host.
    Analyzed and cloned relentlessly,
    Synthesized until they set you free.

    Alright-okay, alright
    Till they set you free
    Till they set you free

    I don’t want to see you, yeah
    I don’t want to see you, yeah

    Songwriters: Terence Butler / Tony Iommi / John Osbourne

    (‘Brother Square-Toes’—Rewards and Fairies)

    If you can keep your head when all about you
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
    If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;
    If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
    Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

    If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
    If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;
    If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
    Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

    If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
    And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
    If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,
    And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

    If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
    If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
    If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
    Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!—

  7. The Magician

    I read this short essay or possibly by Éliphas Lévi (Alphonse Louis Constant French occultist and ceremonial magician. This reads like the Ubermensch (AbarMard of Zoroaster) as popularized by the great work of Nietzsche. Levi depicted (drew!) the well known Baphomet drawing, the androgynous being pointing to heaven and the earth! Anyway, I enjoyed this and thought to share it. Hope I chose a good posting for this comment… apologies in advance JC.

    There is a disconnection in my mind as to the two, that is between the Baphomet and what its true form, Mithra!!!

    “They are without fears and without desires, dominated by no falsehood, sharing no error, loving without illusion, suffering without impatience, reposing in the quietude of eternal thought… a Magus cannot be ignorant, for magic implies superiority, mastership, majority, and majority signifies emancipation by knowledge. The Magus welcomes pleasure, accepts wealth, deserves honour, but is never the slave of one of them; he knows how to be poor, to abstain, and to suffer; he endures oblivion willingly because he is lord of his own happiness, and expects or fears nothing from the caprice of fortune. He can love without being beloved; he can create imperishable treasures, and exalt himself above the level of honours or the prizes of the lottery. He possesses that which he seeks, namely, profound peace. He regrets nothing which must end, but remembers with satisfaction that he has met with good in all. His hope is a certitude, for he knows that good is eternal and evil transitory. He enjoys solitude, but does not fly the society of man; he is a child with children, joyous with the young, staid with the old, patient with the foolish, happy with the wise. He smiles with all who smile, and mourns with all who weep; applauding strength, he is yet indulgent to weakness; offending no one, he has himself no need to pardon, for he never thinks himself offended; he pities those who misconceive him, and seeks an opportunity to serve them; by the force of kindness only does he avenge himself on the ungrateful…”

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