Cullen McVoy

Cullen McVoy

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A  chronic daydreamer, Cullen often had to be awakened at the end of class.  Later, the demands of corporal life took their toll. He stopped delving into the recesses of his mind, forfeiting the inspiration he found there.

A United States Foreign Service brat, he lived in different parts of the world.  Back home in the turbulent 1960s, he was plunged into unwelcome strife. Desperately in need of a thicker skin, he decided to become a lawyer. 

In the 1970s, when his law firm disbanded, he began writing day and night, driving cabs when he had to. Again, the demands of making a living took their toll and he dropped his writing mid-sentence.  

Joining the State Division of Housing and Community Renewal, he became its Chief of Litigation, and handled public interest cases such as Rent Stabilization Association v. Higgins, which upheld the right of gay, senior, and other unmarried partners to succeed to rent regulated apartments when their significant other died or moved out. He found that legal briefs were much like non-fiction. You tell your client’s story in a way that makes her the hero, and hope the judge is moved to write her a happy ending. 

When they were married, his wife Elizabeth had not expected him to share her spiritual interests. But in the 1990s, Cullen wrote and self-published a book entitled Finding Ro-Hun, Awakening Through Spiritual Therapy. It sparked the revelation that his childhood daydreaming had made him a natural trance channel.  After that he practiced law by day, and gave trance-channeled readings by night, bringing him back to his internal world.

Now Cullen is semi-retired from law, and writing about his life. He wants to look back and get a deeper grasp of what happened to him. Getting a second look is a must, since the first time around he was hardly paying attention.

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Spring 2011 Issue

With These Shackles I Thee Wed

First Prize, 2010 Literal Latte Essay Award.
It was a time when guys were cats, gals were chicks, the police were pigs, and spray-can graffiti said things like, “Up against the wall, Motherfucker!” [….]

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