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THE MEANING OF PURE by Peter Nolan Smith

December 7, 2021 – 7:10 am

In the summer of 1995 my baby brother died of AIDS. Our family buried his body in a grave south of Boston. After the funeral I left the USA and sought solace for Michael’s soul at the holy sites of Asia. I lit candles before the Buddha in Chiang Mai. I circumnavigated Lhasa’s Jokhang Temple. […]

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The Meaning of Pure

December 7, 2021 – 1:06 am

This is a video of my story THE MEANING OF PURE. In 1995 I crosse the Himalayas and traveled to Benares. Swimming in the Ganges washed away your sins. My bath in the Mother of India was dedicated to my baby brother who had passed from AIDS earlier in the summer. Michael Charles Smith comes […]

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NOTHING BETTER THAN PIZZA by Peter Nolan Smith

August 28, 2021 – 1:37 am

Back in 1995 I left the USA after the death of my younger brother. My plan was to visit the holiest places in Asia. I was a non-believer, but believed this pilgrimage would help Michael’s soul in eternity. By late August I had reached in old Yunnan city of Lijiang in Southern China. My hotel […]

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Hell on Earth Tibet

August 27, 2021 – 2:54 am

After my youngest brother’s demise to AIDS in 1995 I traveled to several of Asia’s most holy sites to expiate his sins. Some of mine too. My main destination was Lhasa and I spent two months there drinking beer and walking around the Jokhrang, the Tibetan cathedral to Buddhism. The Chinese presence was noticeable with […]

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My Father, My Best Friend

June 20, 2021 – 4:10 am

My father, Frank A Smith II came from Maine. His mother and father met during WWI. Edith Hamlin had been a nurse with Royal Canadian Medical Expedition. My grandmother had been trying to make a troopship to France. The gangway was being pulled and a man extended his hand to haul her aboard. That man […]

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