This story is one that needs to be told. I was raised in the shadow of my mother's love and madness in Quebec. Towards the end of 1970, I escaped to England and Ireland where I stayed for 20 years. There, I fell head-first, heart-first, I should say, into the famous Atlantis Commune nicknamed 'The Screamers'. I wish to tell you about the breathtaking pulse, the pain, the joy, the Truth and the scars that lie in the depths of this uncompromising land. If you care to read further, I can also tell you about prison, food addiction, living in the wilds, adoption, teaching and being an astrologer. This is a deep and honest tale about our common quest for self-love and trust in our own sacred path. Welcome!