THE TRIQUETRA OF LIFE: Wisdom, Wealth, and Wellness

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  • His Money for My Life

    A sharply dressed heir seeks investment advice from a man kneeling in the dirt, plucking caterpillars into a jar—revealing a deeper divide between wealth and a life lived with purpose.

  • Down and Couldn’t Get Up

    A rainstorm ride turns violent when a crash leaves him stranded in traffic—until one stranger steps out of the line and changes everything.

  • The Truth … Crucified

    A young man living on the edge of poverty in 1970s San Diego takes a graveyard dishwasher job and witnesses injustice against vulnerable workers. When he speaks out, he loses everything—discovering firsthand what it means to suffer for truth.

  • No One Wants to Hear This

    A Catholic reflection on the Church’s real crisis: not external threats, but the loss of interior life, silence, and true spiritual transformation.

  • The Yellow Death Trap

    On a Mexican cliffside road with no guardrail, a packed bus meets an oncoming truck—metal scraping, gravel shifting, and nowhere to go.

  • One Small Step, One Giant Leap

    A lone traveler crosses into rural Mexico and walks into a silent valley where faith, solitude, and stark beauty converge. In a forgotten village and forest of obsidian, he confronts modern distraction, ancient ritual, and a turning point that reshapes his spiritual path.

  • UPDATE: The Samson Option

    Netanyahu is trying to annihalate the Iranian government. If they are in such danger, then there are no limits.

  • Compensatory Sainthood

    We fund statues, celebrate heroes, and ignore the truth. Why societies create saints—and what it costs when the myth collapses.

  • Now I Am Become Death— the Destroyer of Worlds

    A lone two-lane desert road stretches toward a vanishing horizon beneath a threatening sky, as a swirling dust cloud rises and sparse flora—creosote, yucca, and cactus—line the silent, perilous path.

  • The ‘Colored Only’ Fountain

    In 1969, passing through Atlanta on a Greyhound bus, I drank from a fountain marked “Colored Only”—and waited to see what would happen.