I just got the proofs back for AUM Vol. 1 and Dude, it feels pretty cool.  All day, it’s been bouncing through my mind as I’ve thought back to my first attempts at writing, at how I never saw it possible for this to come to Life, and here it is, so close, and no longer so far.  It’s been a blink…

I submitted all my materials less than two weeks ago, talked to Design and Marketing in the weeks since, and it’s been a tornado.  It feels like for every punch Life has in other facets, this is making up for all of it, not only the beating going on right now, but my whole Life.  Do I feel satisfied?  Definitely.  I can say that for maybe the first time wholeheartedly.  Am I done?  Heck no!  But for right now, where this is at, I’m satisfied and I’m grateful because it is like I am watching my Dreams come to Life before me and there is something truly spectacular about that.”

“You took an idea Dear, and now, wow, there it is, I am so happy for you.”  Adya, my Teacher, my Friend, told me after shedding tears when I showed her the electronic copy.  When I called her and told her that I had a surprise for her, I never saw that response coming.  She’s been the one since day one who said, “You are a writer and the world is ready for you.” along with a host of other things.

Whether the world is ready for me or not, I’m ready for me and for the first time in my Life, I no longer feel like, “I don’t know what comes next.”  I feel like I am ready for what is next and I know that I want that to involve writing, spirituality, and sharing this message, my observations of and with the Universe.

A short year ago, I didn’t see this coming, I had hope but I never saw how.  Two years ago, I’d not yet returned from my Dream Chasing, honoring Dreams across the US.  It seems so far removed yet so fresh.  This feels like what I was born to do.  I can’t capture the enormous feeling I have of gratitude right now.  My words surely fall short.  To say that pursuing Dreams and listening to the Heart are what it is about does not do justice to what this feels like, what it means to me.  I’m not even a Bestseller.  I’m not even a millionaire.  I don’t even need to say yet because this is where I am and I am so f*cking stoked about it I want to scream.  I want to jump up and down.  Yet despite that feeling, I feel calm, I feel like I understand what poised means.  I’ve worked my whole Life to to get to this place.

“You always knew my Friend.”  Adya continued.  I did.  I can’t lie about that.  I always knew I had something to say and that it would be shared with the World.  A year from now, where will I sit, what words will pour out of me as I look back and see how far that went?  It already exceeds what I ever thought.

“If this takes off beyond your wildest of wildest dreams, what would that be?” my Marketing Consultant asked of me.  He also added that I pray and ask the Universe to guide me.  I couldn’t help but laugh because each step of this I get more confirmation.  What is so gratifying about this, is that the heavy lifting is done.  I have written multiple manuscripts, my first is about to be published.  I feel like I’m at the tipping point where it all starts to gel.  Telling the Universe I’d give up what I did way back when in order to share what’s in my Heart with the world seems worth it.  As much as that was enough, this is pretty cool Dude, it’s pretty neat…

I have told a few people about this and they get so excited and trip that I’m still so calm, maybe my excitement only translates in writing.  Maybe not but I feel super calm about this step, like this is what I was born for.  It is awesome to experience true Joy from other Human+Beings at something that I set out to do and accomplished.

AUM Vol. 1 is just the beginning.  That’s all I can say right now because I’m not at the end of Vol. 3, what I envision the coup de grâce of the AUM series.  Will I be holding a child at the end of that?  Where will I be?  Who knows?  God-willing this piece right here is a part of either Vol. 2 or 3. and that’s that.

Mahalo ke Akua.  Thx Be to G!  And all that good stuff.

Frak! Frak! Frak!

Frak a popular term in the epic television show, Battlestar Galactica.  Now that I got the fraks out of my system.  Where to begin?  Ah, perhaps we shall begin where it ends…

I’m not much good at endings or beginnings.  I have begun many endeavors in this Life and not seen them through while also finishing and closing some circles that should never have been opened in the first place.  My Soul is alive, yet I sense my Ego wants to die.  I have often heard recently, that, after all, it is time to kill it, in regard to the Ego.

Now, it may be impossible to release the Ego, as I have not done it myself, but like Frak and sh!t in my generation and the language these days, kill is the word that feels most applicable, because it is time, at the very least, to put it on the bench.  I want to LOL and ask if that is a mercy killing?  The Ego is the only thing in this World and plane of existence that creates suffering and I’m tired of it.  I want to accept, enjoy, and allow my Self to be Free.  There are so many times that I live in Truth and can simultaneously observe my Ego’s fight or flight based response simultaneously.  I can feel the tug at me to engage and feel dismayed.  I cannot do this anymore though…

I want to be Loving because that is my Nature, that is what I believe.  I want to stop throwing the Inner Child under the bus every time that part of me feels compelled to give and Love freely because that is the True Nature of the Inner Child and that is part of what I believe we, as people are here to do.  I work at it constantly, it is my great work in Life, greater than any consults, Readings, manuscripts, anything that I have done, the work of Living and Loving Fully.  The vast emptiness, the pain, the suffering, it dwindles, it ceases but I am an addict, an addict to my own self-created misery.  As I watch my addiction wane, as I realize I no longer wish to take a drag of that spiritual carcinogen, sometimes I laugh.  I really want to shed a tear but my tears are empty.  My eyes have dried. And I don’t know why…

Maybe it’s not time to understand.  Maybe understanding will come later.  The only thing I do know that I keep praying and that investment in Faith helps me more and more each day.  That’s been the difference maker.  That’s helped with acceptance.  Enjoyment is coming from not giving up.  And Freedom, well, I guess that will be as it is, when it is.

Flashback post that has been sitting in the ether of my Drafts Folder.  Enjoy!

Today I had lunch with a Demon.

Here’s that story.  It all began with talking to a Biker…

At the end of AUM Vol. 1, I was bombarded by Dark Spirits, encountered Demons, and had a conversation with what I could only deem as the Devil himself, as well as some other elements from that plane, talking Lucifer (who we’ll call Luci because she was living in a woman), and some of them other fools.

I prayed for the bigger Intuitive experience and got it in the form of really applying and trusting my Intuition almost on a blind sort of way.  I had done this in my travels, had experiences of it at home, all around me but what I didn’t get until the last couple days was that in my commitment to submit and flow with the Spirit, rather than fight it, I was now allowing myself to be moved around and shifted, helping me to heal, to grow, and in turn, accept fulfillment has a place in life.  So I suppose you can say it was important for me to learn more and grow into it further.

So yeah, this all leads up to the fact that I quit my job the other day because I had concern over fair labor practices and the culture of the work environment…

Couple other things,  I was accused of being too sensitive and making false assumptions before, during, and at the end of it because the management felt attacked but the law is the law and I took action because I believe in the principle of valuing others because I learned to value myself.  Things that I saw, experienced, and documented were coupled with what the Spirit said which was get to stepping.  So I did.  And what someone else told me, employers like that play the victim role but really, they are the one’s taking victims, preying on people who won’t say or do anything.

It was crazy because I have felt the twist in my gut the whole way.  They think I’m just doing this to be a dick or something or that I’m judging them.  No, I took action for what I believed in, demonstrated in a way that you cannot push and disrespect people just because you pay them money.

I have worked long, worked hard to be able to walk in Faith.  It has not been easy and I have fallen many, many times only to get back up and brush it off and keep going.

When you trust in Spirit, allow God to speak and express the whole ‘Thy Will, Not My Will’ thing, you got to trust.

“He’s molding you, he’s helping you to grow and to take a stand like you just did.”  The Biker would say to me.

When I first started with this thing, I’d pray for a dream and interpret it.  Then I started to incorporate asking for signs, messages in my waking state.  I kept working with how the body is the way the Spirit experiences the world and I watched, I documented, I observed how I felt, how things repeated, like my nose tingling for example if I need to pay attention, how my Heart hurt if I was near someone in pain, and so on.

I’ve felt as though I was being endowed with armor, a tingling over my shoulders when I was faced by a Dark entity…

So it’s not like, yeah, this job sucks, I?m quitting, alot of spiritual reflection went into it.  I lost my name tag twice, my car broke down not one but five times on my way to work.  There were other nudges, slaps, and I wasn’t about to be brought to my knees again.  Nor was I going to just walk off all lodi dodi because even though workplace bullying is not illegal, that doesn’t make it right.  And the only way you deal with a bully, you take a stand.

The Dalai Lama discussed his views on non-violent protest when I attended his recent talk in Honolulu.  I have reflected on war and violence before and wondered if peace were possible.  Within our own physical bodies, we have cells that attack one another.  But then again, usually our immune system fights things that are harmful so if within our own physical beings, within Nature, there is something that combats what is harmful, than that can take place outside as well.  It would seem we manifest that in many ways that are too long to list here, nonetheless, I would think war, violence, and so forth is unhealthy.

In our basic interactions with others, is it not plausible then to say that it is harmful to be disrespectful, to act in a menacing fashion, promote hostility towards others?

As I look at my life, I see every time, I have pushed, I have fought by staying in these situations, mixed results occur.  I think sometimes we have to stay and be heard, but if we are not heard, if we are guided to do something different rather than talk about it, we have to do what we are guided to do.  It’s kind of like what happens when someone leaves her partner because of what is felt.  Sometimes words just propagate more arguments, more fighting and well walking is the best way.  In conflict resolution, agreeing that no resolution is possible is sometimes the only answer.

I struggle with my divinity because of my humanity.  Not one is great than the other for in this Life, they need one another, but despite the sides and the burning in my gut, I had to ask for more confirmation.  One day I asked for a sign to guide me in knowing that I was doing the right thing before I did it and a leaf blew into my water.  I asked my friend, what do you think this means.  ‘Drink more tea.’  he suggested.  I took a breath and I heard, ‘Time to leave.’  I laughed and thanked the Spirit because the messages really are all around, we need only pause to allow ourselves time to breathe, a moment to listen, for all of God?s messages to speak to us.

It’s funny because about a week ago, before any of this even went down, I heard, ‘You won’t be here much longer.’ and then laughter.  It wasn’t all ‘muahaha’ evil laughter but a light-hearted like ‘Brah Jason, it’s about to get fun.’

And in a way, it did, my last week at work was awesome.  I was able to accept a whole lot of things that I hadn’t before in life.  I was privy to be invited to the aforementioned Dalai Lama’s talk and I really reflected on happiness, on allowing life to just be based on what he said so it flowed into this week.

My Journey has taken me to a place where even though I can stand for what I believe, I still feel sorrow for others.  I know that my former employers had good Hearts.  They were also fragmented people, mirrors into parts of my own self that I was letting go of, so I could see where they were at.  But regardless of where people are at, law is law, there is right and wrong on this plane.  So when I was being bullied, spoken to like an animal failing to perform a trick, and having the blame for illegal activity pushed on me, I had enough.

In the Bible, it is said that one will be persecuted for standing up for her/his beliefs.  The reference had to do with Jesus’ teachings.  Jesus’ greatest teaching was the Law of Love and in a Culture of Fear, standing against tactics that use power control is important.  I chose to do that and I did it in an admittedly extreme way, but I did because I felt compelled to.  People in positions of power, no matter how good their Hearts may be, cannot treat other human beings in such a way that utilizes power control and fear.  On two occasions where I broached issues, I received an offer for my hours to be cut.

I was encouraged to be honest and communicate prior to one of those occasions and was offered for my hours to be cut.  The same thing happened to other people.  I had heard of instances where co-workers were spoken down to, literally persecuted without cause, and when it happened to me, I quit, immediately.  Sent information that cited what was going on and well, whether it resonates or not for my former employers, it inspired my former co-workers.  I got calls, texts, and emails telling me I did the right thing for taking a stand. (Note: Three people would go on to better situations themselves.)

It was hard for me to do.  But I did it because I had enough and I felt that it was right regardless of the flack and comments that I have gotten since.

This has been really bothering me the last few days because even though my gut told me it was rights, I saw the signs, and so forth, I like people, can find good in all, and realize that many people, regardless of age are acting from places of hurt and inabilities of love themselves.  In many ways, taking this step, was a ritual to further love myself, to take care, and that in and of itself, was enough.

So as I left my house, not sure which way to go, I took a brief walk for a quick lunch.  There I ran into two very interesting gentlemen.  And that would be around the time I had Lunch with a Demon.

As I talked with the first man, the second appeared, like literally out of nowhere, I didn’t see him come up but all of a sudden he was sitting there.  When I looked into his eyes, a slight chill washed over me and it reminded me of the times where I had been visited by Darkness previously.

Now can I prove this man was a Demon? No, but I am sharing what was my experience, consistent with other experiences that I have outlined in the past.

His words, ‘Trust no man.’ and ‘God’s got a lot of work to do on me.’ and other things weaved in, not to mention the look in his eyes, his condescending laughter at serious issues, gave me the same feeling where the Spirit came to protect me, to stand strong.

It was crazy because this whole Journey, this Call to Love, Home to God, this Path I have been on, I have felt, have seen, how it is God and the Devil battling it out on one level of consciousness.  We need just take the time to see it, to listen, and Trust.  From there can we move beyond this conflict, which starts within and is at play in the world around us.  Only then can we begin live the Law of Love.  Only in relationship with that Love, the God Within, can we be set Free, and out lives healed.

And this is all there in each of our Paths.  Each of step of our Walks on this Journey we call Life.  When I was a kid, I believed that the world could be better, I don’t know how, I don’t know why but it’s what I believed.  I always questioned, sought to understand when the answer, quite simply, the way is through Christ, and that is symbolic in walking One’s path and that’s what he meant by follow me.  He said follow me, follow his lead by walking down our Path, a Path which will show us what’s out there and see that there is more to this life, that God is real, and quite simply as we say in Hawaii, Aloha ke Akua (God is Love).

In order to see this, to recognize, we must also be Mindful, be Present, observe, as the Buddha taught, for in so doing, one can see Love is everywhere along the Path.

Only through walking in Love, striving to find the Love in it all, will we as a people rise above the hate, the oppression, stand strong against perpetuating a culture of fear within ourselves, our families, our communities, and this world.

I know it’s hard.  It’s damn hard for me every day but you know what?  It’s worth it, Here and Now, and if the Life of those yet to come is better than what I have, even better.

Answer the Call.  Find the Love within.  That is my message.

Signing out.  ~ JMAW

“You want some Apple Pie?”  Marko asks.  Doubledown grabs the bottle of moonshine, home brewed in Hawaii, not Kentucky, but strong and a bit gasoline like.  Smooth and sweet, but feels like I’m drinking gas just the same.

I just got the Angel on my chest touched up.  Tattoo Adam adding some finer points to make it pop more.  “Take a look and let me know if you see a difference.  If you don’t, we just wasted all that time.” He laughs.

I stand up, I look, I hear a comment about the Tiger on my back, we all forget about the backpiece it seems, even me, and I look at the Angel kneeling on my chest.  I’m an X-Men reader, I admit it.  My Angel is Archangel and I relate to his struggle.  Apocalypse made him his Horseman of Death.  I’m no Horseman of the Apocalypse, but me and Death, we go way back homie.

I look at it, the slight red, the dark black contrast against my Light skin.  It’s awesome.  I’m amazed at how even the smallest of details can be game changers.

“Let’s get you in for that Tiger.  I’m itching to work on it.”  Adam tells me.

I had a dream this past week that the Tiger was all black.  I told him that earlier and he said, “You saw the next step, it’s going to be all Black and Grey.”

I look at the black and grey on my arm, my story of Death and Rebirth leading me back to the Light, to God, to Love.  I’m relaxed.  I sit back and a woman is next up.  She has two Sugar Skulls tattooed on her.  I’ve been drawn to them in the last few weeks, told my homie, Ape, that I wanted something similar to it last night, and I just found my Angel of Death sketch that Adam did so long ago and now rests on my right arm.  It’s time for Death in my life yet again…

“My former teacher told me I’d be assassinated.”  I told Ape last night.  “There’s this one person I met who gives me that kind of vibe and I was sharing that with her.  If that fool smokes me, I will come back and haunt him.  Here’s to that not happening.

Assassinate is such a strong word, isn’t it?  As I write, knowing this will be in a book someday, not knowing how it will be received other than a feeling, I trip at it.  I’m not that important.  Who’d want to kill me?

“Be careful this week.”  Sergio, my friend and a fellow conscious traveler tells me a few weeks ago.  He had a dream and saw my skeleton.  Knew it was my skeleton.

I had a dream once of someone asking me if I was ready to take off my mask.  I look in a bag and see all these faces in them.  The way to take off my mask was to cut it off. That was a little over a year ago.

Which brings me to a year ago.  A year ago today aka the point of this writing.  I learned of my friend Praise‘s death.  It shook me and inspired me and my attempts at doing it justice have fallen short to honor what she represented to so many.  My attempts at living fully missing the mark.  And I am not being hard on myself.  I’m just being honest.  It’s about the only thing I’m really good at these days.  My poetry is almost there, but that’s another clip.

That was the most painful experience to know that a life could end so quickly, no sense, no nothing, just that’s it.  No closure.  And to find out about it late as she had passed months before.  But she helped me find my Faith.  And for that I’m grateful.  Maybe that’s my closure.  Maybe that’s why I’m drawn to Sugar Skulls right now, because it’s been a year and it’s time to honor.

It’s time to rise up.  It’s time to Free Flow and shine yo’ Light and rah fraking rah.  My Heart still hurts.  I may be whole but you wanna know how I got these scars.  No you don’t.

Exactly.  It’s a day to live.  It’s a day to honor but it’s also a time to remember.  Suffering is not necessary.  It’s optional.  It’s about Love people.  That’s what Jesus meant.  Why he did, what he did.  Plain and simple.

“You’re ahead of your time.”  The old voice tells me.  “You and I can work together.” another old voice adds.  I’ve heard that tone before.

“My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” He asked.  We all feel that from time to time.  And in those times, even is it more important to be reminded that no matter what, through the sunshine and the sh*t, today is always a day to live.

“Jager.”  Doubledown asks?  Sure, why not…

The song Mr. Rager by Kid Cudi has been on my repeat and bouncing around for a hot minute like no other in my brain, I feel it, I agree with it, it vibes me, and yeah.  When I saw the video, it felt like a dream, a dream I had dreamed before and one that I could not interpret when seeing it in my own life. But in the video it makes the imagery so clear for me. Its entirety coupled with my experiences give me this…

I was attempting to break it down step by step but I think I’ll hold on and make it my Thesis or my Dissertation should I choose to go the academic route.  For now, I will share the dream that happened to me this morning.

It began as I exited a dream myself.  I awoke from either a really long dream or a double-feature dream, can’t really tell.  My day continued and I made my way to the University of Hawaii at Manoa, a place where I spent a few years working and studying (or something like that but I did get a degree out of it) and took part in an experience that was most welcome.  I exited and felt good.  I don’t know why but I felt good.  I felt like I was back on my Path or at least I realized that I was always on it and that life had given me what I sought at the University.  Probably a little bit of all of the above.

I was never really off the Pat but when I left UH so many years ago, everything was spinning, and what I was doing there today was the first step to getting back in line with something that meant something because it was something that meant something, plain and simple (repetition by design).

And that’s the thing, repetition is by design, repetition in lessons until we get them, similar themes, people, and so forth, each piece of the puzzle smoothing, sanding us down, refining us so that we figure out what we are seeking, why we are here, or who knows, maybe just accepting the Journey as it is and letting it all unfold and be what it is and could only be.

And that’s not an easy process.  I’ve fougt the ride, I have clung, I have run until I reached a point where I knew not what to do but go with it, the beating I was experience through fighting life was too much.  Each experience, each breath gives us clues and reflections of our wholeness.  The dreams serve to show us the energy and should we ignore them, well, life is just a seemingly endless series of wtfraks.

The breadcrumbs in the writing illustrate my own chaos, my own confusion about life, yearning to truly Know that there was something more but not knowing how exactly to get there.  So many highs, so many lows.  As I strive towards the summit, to see the Light, it’s not the Dark that must win.  It’s misunderstood to be the Dark when really it is the Shadow that must set the other parts of us free, the energy within us that does not wish to acknowledge who we really are…

In the Mr. Rager Video, Kid faces off against his own Inner World and the video ends with him getting stabbed by his identical shadow.  It is that shadow in the beginning of the video/dream sequence that bears the light and stands at the highest point.  It is that Shadow that meets him as Kid battles his way through other characters from his Inner World, only to finally be blinded by his Anima, his feminine energy, his naturally Intuitive side, which allows him to finally meet the Shadow.  In so doing, he is embraced by the Shadow, set free from the suffering it would seem, and finally he awakes.

The more I move through life in blind fashion by allowing my Intuition to be, not fight it but allow it to guide me, the stronger the embrace of the Shadow becomes, and it is in that embrace, that I truly see.

In recent weeks, I have asked for clarity.  The other day I asked for freedom.  Today as I walked through UH, as I returned to my long-time home for the first time in many years, as I watched a gentlemen juggle as would the fool, as I saw the Tarot Deck and it’s archetypes alive around me, I smiled.  I said yes.  Because I had learned through life what I thought a Degree would give me.  Someone once told me, there are infinite degrees, one degree, two degrees, three, whatever, are merely degrees of knowledge.  And college is cool, but that wasn’t what I was seeking.

I thought, hey the Degree would mean happiness.  Nope.  Then I thought the job was it.  Nada.  And I always thought the relationship with the One would be it.  Not that either.

Eight years ago, I was told by my first mentor, one day, I would only smile.  It’s funny because do not know if I will only smile but I’ll tell you what, I smile a darn lot these days and I can accept when I’m not smiling because it teaches me too.  I no longer fight it.  Because happiness to me being able to walk in the middle, to find the beauty in all thins.  Because if you look, really truly take the time to reflect, you will see beauty and love are always there.  And that makes me happy…

I appreciate that.  I love that.  I can get down with that.  Because like Kid Cudi said before Mr. Rager:

“I’m on the pursuit of happiness and I know,
Everything that shines ain’t always gonna be gold
I’ll be fine once I get it, I’ll be goooood.”

Circles, I like to close them.  It’s funny because when you close a circle, it means that something is over, it’s done, it’s pau, as we say in Hawaii.

A few weeks or maybe it was months ago, I told my cousin, Keone, that I felt like I was closing a circle working out in Kaneohe again.  He said to me that when you close a circle it means your done…

At the age of 26, just short of the start of my Saturn Return [I argue that is when it started because that's when sh** done started to go crazy], I told the Universe, I had my Heart-to-Heart with God and said: I’m going to live my Dream, whatever that is.

So I let a relationship end without a fight, I accepted it, I quit my job, and I decided it was time for me to do something.  I’d no idea what but I had to do something different, you know?  I was in Kaneohe at that time in a situation similar to what I’m in now.

Literally, quote unquote.  I said, “I’m going to live my dream, whatever that is.”  Gotta be some Poet/Free Spirit to say that because it was a plan without a plan.  But how does one break free when one has not done it before?

And what’s the point of living if we aren’t free?  People have fought slavery and oppression almost since it’s inception.  Why then, can we not fight for spiritual liberation?

Bob Marley said to “Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery, none but ourselves can free our minds.”  I’ve seen that quote on t-shirts, psychedelic multi-colored looking posters, heard it sung, and so forth.  But what does that quote mean?  Why does it speak to us?

I think it coincides with the whole dream idea, because the dream is to be free.  I didn’t realize it, remember now, I didn’t have a plan for freedom, I had plans for relationships, jobs, and to make money but I had no plan for freedom so I didn’t realize that was my dream.

To be free from suffering because it came no matter what the others plans achieved or accomplished.  Every damn time.  And I’m not saying I don’t acknowledge pain, death, and so forth because…

Pain will happen, no doubt, that’s just a part of the deal, you know?  Lik you buy a car, you gotta put gas, you gotta do some things here and there.  So pain doesn’t matter much in the suffering equation because I can accept it.  I may not like it but I can accept same as I can accept fear, doubt, frustration. Very real feelings, unpleasant at best, but valuable teachers nonetheless.  Just like anger and melancholy can be just as monumental for growth as joy.

But I fought every feeling.  I didn’t want any of it.  I wanted the illusion of the dream as how it was pitched, which included job, relationship, money, etc.  Now I’m not saying any of those are bad, but in my opinion, those alone will not give us any lasting satisfaction for what we seek is freedom from the shackles that our minds are enraptured with since birth.

I’ve cried tears, many tears, the lines of which run deep, though no other see them and though I only feel them and the salt water that ran through my eyes have helped me to understand that my dream is about really freeing myself, knowing myself, letting myself be okay with being myself.

And I learn more and more about what that means to my unique path, multiple times throughout the day.  And it’s funny because it is liberating, it is challenging, it is enjoyable, it carries me, it fulfills me.  And therein lies the answer to what I sought…

The themes of living my dream began with shedding unnecessary baggage, showed me the value of balance, it lead me through the healing of the deepest wound/that separation from the Divine, gave me confidence, showed me that what I truly seek is clarity and fulfillment, because when I allow both, then I feel free.

I always wanted a shared experience with someone.  I had no idea that could be myself.  It makes sense though, no other can be like me or know me just as I cannot be anyone else nor can I truly know what goes on between the earlobes of another.  But in growing into and allowing myself to be who I am, I can accept another for though the details of the Path of another are different, the Journey itself, what it is truly about, is the same.

I write this today because a Mirror appeared unexpectedly and it disappeared without causing me much emotion.  If anything, it showed me that I am one step closer to my freedom, my spiritual emancipation.  Not in a rushed fashion but one less attachment to drive the hurricane between my own earlobes insane.  And today that gives me some clarity and it feels fulfilling. It closes a circle I no longer need in helping me to walk.

I honor you, I thank you.  I love you though you may not know it in this life.  I release you.