Sergetalks Blog ~ The Official Blog of Serge LeClerc

Death is following the breath of your soul down to the bottom of life, where existence and nonexistence have merged into irrelevance. And that is reality of faith in its most basic understanding – the essence of meaning in the moment of time that is our existence in the coming out of one eternity to go into another and the rational of the how we are to live that moment to the where that we will live that eternity.

A person of character will always consider success a subsequent result of making their first business that of overcoming whatever difficulty lays ahead of them at the moment – and while many others will always think of them of only being lucky for what they achieve, it is in fact the case that they have the virtue of self-belief and the ethic of hard work.

Yesterday is history. Tomorrow a mystery. Today is a gift. That’s why it’s called the present! This is not a dress rehearsal but rather a singular moment in time between coming out of one eternity before we go into another! And in that moment, some people come into our lives and quickly go while some people become friends, stay a while and leave beautiful footprints on our hearts – and so live and savour every minute.

Men who often fail believe in luck. Men who often succeed believe in cause and effect. The difference between animal and man is that man is the only creation that has free will to make choice rather than operating on instinct as an animal does. Luck then becomes excuse for failure as the moral imperative for success is not complicated. Look. Listen. Choose. Act. It is our greatest blessing and our greatest burden.

I did my full twenty-two month sentence, most of it in solitary confinement. As a matter of fact, I was released from solitary confinement directly onto the street.

I believe I was on the street in Toronto for a grand total of fifty five days. I immediately began doing drugs again and got so strung out on methamphetamines, I don’t think I slept at all during the fifty-five days.

I was back to carrying a gun and got involved in a couple of bank robberies and a jewellery store heist. I knew the police would be looking for me, so I left Toronto and spent some time in Montreal.

Sure enough, when I came back, there was a warrant out for my arrest with a ‘Do not approach; this man is known to be armed and very dangerous’ caution attached. I knew nothing of this and walked into my apartment. (more…)

It was the 1960s, and I was about eighteen when a group of men approached me. The spokesperson was named Ian.

“I work with a man in California named Dr. Timothy Leary,” he said. “Dr. Leary has come up with the chemical formula for manufacturing ‘acid’—LSD. I know how to do that, and I want to set up some laboratories in Canada.

“You have plenty of contacts and a really good enterprise going,” he continued. “You’re the man, Serge. We know all about you. You control a large part of Toronto—all the West End and a good part of the East End. Between your alcohol and fencing all your stolen goods, you have an impressive distribution network. What if I give you another product?” (more…)