The wake up

Ok, this national nightmare and experiment needs to end. What have we learned? How about that it is totally inappropriate for any country and certainly not ours to be run like corporation. How about the realization that what causes a country to be respected in this world has far less to do with how many weapons they have or much of a bully they are but how they take care of their own people. How about remembering that the term the “dignity of office” requires and demands what are real traditional values which are:
Which if you think it are at another level, are all other forms of love and love of country and it’s people is what it all should be about isn’t it?



For Mothers Day

My mother loved sunsets said it was a time to be grateful for the day you had lived. 
My mother loved trees saying each one a gift.
My mother loved mountains a living symbol of what is strong and pure.
My mother loved the wind a hint of the power of our souls.
My mother loved birds for they have wings to fly to fearless sing songs till they die.
My mother loved so many things her family, her friends the Lord in her heart.
My mother loved life for it is all divine art.
Happy Mother’s day Mutti wherever you are.

Up dated Bio

I was born Cornelia Benavidez in Texas but raised in Michigan by my American Veteran father and German born mother. After graduating from Albion College I had the main adventures of my youth in San Francisco CA. where I dove into Music, the Mystical and the Philosophical. This lead me to a wide arc of creative and passionate people from the Music scene and the world of non-profits and the legal world where I met my husband Atty. John Doyle. We helped Kathy Peck from the “Contractions” create H.E.A.R Hearing Education and Awareness for Rockers with Dr. Flash Gordon from the Haight Ashbury Clinic. Had many wonderful animal friends that helped us raise a delightful child till life’s winds blew us to Oregon. There I found both the peace in nature that inspired me to write my tales of fantasy and adventure blending history, lore and fiction under C.B. Doyle. In 2016 I started a non-fiction series in Punk Globe Magazine called “San Francisco 1978”. Also, releasing under my given name May 19th of this year is my first non-fiction book “Victor Anderson an American Shaman”

My dear friends, It is with great pleasure that I announce my first non-fiction book. “Victor H. Anderson, An American Shaman.”  All thanks to the wonderful people at Megalithica Books Publications and Immanion press. My heartfelt thanks also to Sara Star and William Wallworth for their contributions and hard work. The book should be available around Victor’s centennial the 21st of May. I will keep everyone posted.   “Victor H. Anderson, An American Shaman” may come as a surprise to some but most not, I think; those who have known me long have constantly seen my spiritual questing heart. I have met and studied to various degrees with many people from many traditions from all over the United States and the world. The result of this was my great appreciation, respect, and love for humankind’s devotion, determination and courage in seeking and daring to commune with the Divine, be it in Nature, in themselves, or an act of deep faith in the unknown. In some ways, I was a little my own early version of Reza Aslan in CNN’s Believer– lol.  I was very lucky and blessed to have been raised the way I was. It generated a strong and firm foundation that kept me centered with a good nose for what was real and that which was not.  As one will see, no matter what your faith or belief, Victor Anderson was an amazing person and his life and views make for very interesting reading.


May Day

They Come

Strong shining lads

They Come

Carrying the Ribbon tree

They Come

The laughing maids

They come

Bearing flowers for the tree

They gather round

Plump wives with children

Young lovers holding hands

Grandfathers bearing fiddles

Grandmothers holding babes

Warriors of earth bear kegs of ale

They cheer the planted tree

Ribbons wind waved

Caught by eager hands

They will dance the song of spring

They will weave the course of the stars

Greeting friend to friend, heart to heart

Today we turn the tree calls out the Bard

We plant the seed in the name of love

This is the tree of all beginnings

The tree of wishes and of dreaming’s

This is the tree of Hope

This is the tree of Joy

Here is where the world turns

Here the moon chases the sun

Here is where we become one

The music swells

Feet dance the beat

To weave a spell

And steal a kiss

Up and under,

So, and so

Round and round and then

Let go