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A Time to Fly: Adventures in Urban Mysticism/Closing Time…

Closing Time, by alternative rock group Semisonic, resonates for me often when I take a step into the unknown. I’m a little lazy to search but I may have one or two or three other blogs entitled the same [minus the awesome Adventures in Urban Mysticism] way. Anyhow, it was closing time for my chapter at the Tree, the Enchanted Banyan, where I did Psychic Readings in Waikiki and I had the chance to read and interact with over 1,000 people last year.

I thought leaving would signal an end to the mystical in my life. Then I got bumrushed by all kines of Dark energy in the last few weeks. A man told me earlier, you’ll know the end of the fireworks show because they all happen at once. And I got swung at left and right until I stepped back to realize that I was encountering consciousness that echoed of the Seven Deadly Sins. When I recognized this, found the humor in my Catholic upbringing, I made a list and asked for the Seven Heavenly Virtues, and sure enough it dissolved.

My Teacher often tells me that I go through things so I can help others later. I [little ole' me] thought it was just dealing with emotions and finding a way to enjoy the simplicity. I’d no idea how much ‘stuff’ is actually out there relating to the Intuitive and Psychic realms and how many people are being directed to go within and unite with their Spirit. I didn’t want to for a long time but it’s who I am and well, I’m happy to be that guy, because again, it’s who I am.

I was visited by Three Maidens that night, young women who had a few questions and one was driven to tears regarding love and self-worth. Another commented on not being good at anything but hula [I was like how awesome is that!!!] and the other expressed sometimes worry got the best of her. But in them all I saw hope, I saw great light, I saw the best. Perhaps because if I could walk through the Dark, see I was a part of it and that there was no harm to ‘Shine Yo’ Light!’ I know, I believe anyone else can. They left with a “thank you,” a “that changed my life,” and “I felt something happy when I shook his hand.”

I’ve had many doubts. I once lived solely from Fear. I still have my moments but just today I got a nudge to look beyond just surviving from a connection via synchronicity and I realized it’s time for me to fly [Ahem, have you not been writing A Time to Fly?]. The night came to close and as I was closing, I heard ‘one more.’ I did that reading and that was a wrap, I rapped out with a young Australian woman who was dreaming of becoming an actress and I said:

You’re a star in your own life…

I thought for a moment how it was the last time I’d say those words [in that setting you silly dog you]. There was a bit of a sadness at the unknown and at thinking who I may be closing off to by not being there. But I checked the sadness and knew I was only as good as I felt and I didn’t feel so good there anymore. It was good, it was real, and it was pau. And unlike other experiences I’d outgrown in my life (jobs, relationships, etc.), I walked away before it caused pain to myself and others when I overstayed. Of that I am proud because it shows I’ve grown.

As I closed up, I saw a woman on a bench smoking a cigarette. She had a light about her and we wished one another Happy New Year. It was the end of the year after all. She asked if I had a card and I passed it on, expressed it was my last night.

Woman: Where you going? What are you going to do?

JMAW: No idea. And this time, I’m not afraid. I hear my mind going but shoot, I didn’t know how I was going to do a great many things but it all worked out.

We chatted back and forth and we ended up speaking about God. She told me she was a Prostitute and she almost died a few months back. She’s doing what she needs to survive and she said her Heart was with God. As I looked at this woman, removed the roles and the label, I saw another Soul, on the Journey, just as I, doing the best that she could at this time.

I listened to her for some time, oftentimes I find that’s what people need most from me. As much as I can chat, I’ve always wanted to be the Listener [Adya dubbed me that a few weeks ago, self high-five!]. As much as I enjoy sharing things and get passionate, I love to hear and learn about others and their stories, their own Journeys.

JMAW: You’re an Angel you know? (My Inner Adya speaking up)

Woman: You’re one of the handful to tell me that…

She talked about the Curse of the Lottery, having so much and being truly tested and that the plan was to keep finding and trusting God. That’s Faith.

To me, as we say in Hawaii, Aloha ke Akua, God is Love, and it’s an experience that can only be felt. I felt it everywhere I’ve been over the last few years, from my home across my country twice, and in seeing it from mirrors, over a thousand of them, from around the world [and some other dimensions fo'sho] this last year alone, and who knows how many in my entire life. I can see that because I’ve found Love within me. And you know, that to me, that right there is winning the lottery. I always wanted love and to be loved. I always put that on others but I had to find it within my own being first.

Woman: You know, the Devil is out there, and for the Devil to come at one of God’s Angels, you know you’re on the right track because that’s the prize.

From when I was in the end of my last relationship, I could see that nasty consciousness lash out, and I hurt because I knew it wasn’t my Heart, but I was so far from it. As I did my walkabout, I felt like a free agent being recruited by both sides. I realize, I was tending to my own spiritual wound, one that runs far deeper than just this body and it’s taken lifetimes to arrive here…

I’ve been waiting for awhile for an ending that did A Call to Love justice. As much as I am of Spirit, I am a human and I get to play with those nuances and well, A Call to Love, did not feel complete.

As I looked at that woman, doing what she did and I realized fully that we each have our own paths and lives, and that really is okay. I finally felt released. I don’t know how I’ll pay for certain things. But I don’t care. I’ll be provided for. I don’t know what’s next, but that’s okay, I never did and trying to predict just set up disappointment by expectation.

I always have survived you know? As long as we’re alive, we’re in some way surviving and have an opportunity to heal the spiritual would, endure the Dark Night of the Soul.

And well, now, the Adventures in Urban Mysticism have been real, they’ve been fun, but now it’s A Time To Fly!!!

Adventures in Urban Mysticism: Christmas, Just Another Day, : )

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So I had to work on Christmas Eve. It was dead. A wash. I get off, go to the car after eating some late night breakfast and find out that the battery is dead. I could only laugh. I took a breath, heard the chatter start to dial up in my brain, acknowledged that this wasn’t the most pleasant way to spend a Christmas Eve but laughed again and that chatter of ‘woe is me’ die down.

I went downstairs in the parking structure, caught a homie just getting off work for the structure and he said he’d come up. He told me: ‘that’s the second time someone caught me right when I was leaving.’ I was stoked. Got jumped. Drove home.

So I also worked on Christmas. They said they couldn’t close but somehow it was okay to not come in for the day shift but I had to work the night. Instead of three wise men, I got visited by haunted spirits. That’s okay, that’s why I’m there, and it’s been happening in such regularity, I try my best to learn from it because it does not scare me, it’s a part of life, and I must be strong enough and clear enough these days to face it.

Another haunted Soul would later tell me: ‘You’re an Empath. They say good healers are there to listen and talk to others.’

Well, I did what I had to, got off, got bumrushed by Doomsday and his predictions of hellfire and brimstone. I’m half motivated to publish and be out there just to shut him up. That’s very much a part of the smug human part of me. Another human part of me feels compassion for someone so tortured by the Universe he lives in, a Dark, haunted reality of Evil and that’s all there is. The Spirit part of me allows me to see the value in both sides and accept they make up who I am.

‘Remember you’re human. You can change people’s lives. People listen to you. I do and it’s f@cking w/me.’

After listening for far too long, I left. I had to. I agree to disagree and I was okay with that. I’m okay with my life. Was it awesome to be walking home at midnight on Christmas after getting bumrushed by Mr. Doom’n'Gloom. Not really. But that’s honest and I’m okay with that.

I got scared because of the dim lighting so I went a huge way out of my way and ended up where I would have walked had I not been scared. I laughed. Choose love over fear getting deeply engrained in me because either way, you arrive where you’re at, one is just easier. I finally took a cab home and went to sleep.

The next day, I reconnected with my homie, ‘Ice Cold,’ who just proposed to his now Fiancee. Had my car not died, I wouldn’t have had to go through the phone tree and get to him and get the jump I needed. He told me: ‘I’m glad you called, even if it was under bad circumstances. Call me if you ever need help.’

I smiled. I had made a list of what I was grateful for and I wrote family and true friends as one of them the night before. ‘Ice Cold’ was there for me during the ending of my relationship and after, during what was my Ego’s Apocalypse, worst things happening all at once. He saw me change and be reborn. It was cool to see the gift God gave me in that relationship right there. And I was stoked that he was getting engaged. I was happy for him!!!

I went down to Sears and the clerk there saw a key-chain hanging from the steering column of the X-Man, Rogue. She got excited and asked me where I got it. First words out of my mouth, not answering her question: ‘You want it?’

She didn’t want to accept it at first but I told her she could have it. I didn’t know why but it felt right. She got really happy and told me she had a bad Christmas. And I realized, rather I put it together, that’s why the battery went down the way it did. So that I could be there in that moment to pick someone up who’d had a rough time during the Holidays. I laughed and said: ‘I’m glad my battery died, because now I get to give you that.’ She laughed and looked really happy.

Christmas, like Valentine’s Day are special, but so is every other day. And at any time, we can find the Joy in life. Why not? It feels better than the other stuff and things just happen beyond our control.

I may not have had a holiday on Christmas but I was there for people who needed it and that’s worth something to me.

Adventures in Urban Mysticism: The Grand Finale

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There’s a dance we’re a part of. And everything builds up you know? There’s a crescendo, there’s a moment of excitement, anticipation, the edge of your seat oh my WOW goodness that is the stuff the stories we see in books and movies that inspire us the most are made of. And those moments enliven us, move us, because it speaks to our own core.

I met a Welsh Gent the other night, a former Catholic priest, who was a good man, a great Heart, battling his demons. And he needed to talk.

But first, let’s bust a JMAW and rewind…

My Journey is mine and I see why, as best as I can at this moment in time, why that is. We grow up in a world that is severely disconnected from what it means to be spiritual and human. In order to be truly of Spirit, we must accept and relish in the Flesh. There are reasons we have the ‘trials’ and the challenges we do because we are following the invisible thread of the Spirit. Only in learning to watch and see that what is coming to us is what’s really going on within, do we really reach a place where we can see clearly.

I was visited recently by what I can only describe as the Devil. At first it was three incarnations spread out in spaces months ago, then it was three times in about as many days, then it was three times in mixed form in the same night (last night). Now, I realize, that the Devil just needs a hug, is a bit confused and wants to resist what God designs, because that part of us is really hurting. And if God is Love, which I truly believe, what is designed is not bad. It might not make sense but you know, we are meant to fly and Love is what allows us to do that. The Devil just wants to have it a specific way and that’s not how Love works. We can’t limit it.

I always wanted to fly, to know Love, to feel my connection with God. I’ve been on an intense spiritual walk and it’s taught me so much, so much that I’d never do it differently. And it’s shown me who I am, what that means, to understand why that is important.

As I sat there with the former priest, we talked and I felt his pain, I saw it clearly because I know my own. The only thing that’s carried me through it has been faith and in allowing myself to feel a connection to the Divine. When we open up, without a doubt we will feel it. But something within, wants to fight, wants to control when it’s that part which causes the suffering. As the ‘Devil’ came at me through ones we controlled then through those who were struggling, I could only see that I no longer needed that because I know what I want. It’s clear.

As I listened to this man, pour out his Heart, open up his Soul, the time passed and I sat with him. I gave him a space to be heard and to remind him that what he sought was out there. And it’s in that, that seeking, that I myself sought, that I found in so many ways, through so many others, myself and realized I needn’t have any obstacles. Life has enough of its challenges, it didn’t need me adding to it. In essence that what I was reacting to in my life, was what I was creating in my world.

It was time to go so we said goodbye and I said: ‘nice talking to you.’

He said: “I did all the talking. Thanks for listening to me, that really made my day.’

I smiled, parted ways and in that moment realized on a deeper level something else I wanted to do in my life. There’s people all over hurting who have a deeper connection and need confirmation of that. When I was but a child, I dreamed of traveling the world to learn and I always wanted to help others but I never knew how to do that and well, the only way I can do that is by being who I am. In that space, as I look back at what God gave me as I fought kicking and screaming along my Path, was millions of ways to see what I love most is being with others and opening up spiritually. And ain’t nothing wrong with that. It’s good work. I’ve been called a ‘tuning fork’ recently by a friend.

“You know how much money people pay Psychiatrists for what we do?” Adya would say to me.

Well, I’m ready for the Grand Finale. The Magical Ending, the type you’d see in movies. Not for anyone else to believe but for me because it’s what will help me do my work and well who’s life is it anyway. Doesn’t it come down to what I believe? And I do believe.

As I walked away from the man, I heard the Spirit say to go back and tell him something. I walked over and just opened my mouth and the words poured out: “Sometimes you just need confirmation.” I put my hand on his shoulder and walked away.

The Spirit spoke through others to me in so many ways in my own Journey Home and now I’ve learned to allow it to speak through me. I’m living my dream. It’s pretty cool.

Mahalo ke Akua.

Hallelujah Adonai! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

Adventures in Urban Mysticism: The Inner Devil

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If we, in our holistic being, are made of up different types of energy, that correspond with different levels of consciousness, then as much as we have our Inner Spirit/Christ Consciousness, we have our Inner Devil/Fear Consciousness. I’ve referenced the Inner Characters of the Community within us before: The Inner Douche, The Inner Mystic, The Inner Skeptic, The Inner Diva, to go along with the Inner Child, that which is the most magical part of us.

I’ve commented recently that life seems less black and white, seems much more grey. Well, I think that those shades of grey are the different vibes of consciousness that we can sit in. At both extremes sit Love and Fear. And the closer to the middle you get, there’s Gratitude and Hate. And the Middle, well, that is where it gets really grey. So grey, it’s quite clear actually.

“You doing all this psychic work, there really are different dimensions, you know?” Adya would say to me, many, many times and while I’ve had my experience of ‘Darker’ entities rolling in I have had my doubts about this being much, much bigger than I.

Being in the body is a challenge. We have life, we have others, we have [dare I say] responsibilities and well, it can be tough. My Journey has taken me all over the levels of consciousness. I’ve had some Dark times, been a pretty Dark guy. I’ve also been the extreme opposite. And I’ve always felt the beauty was to sit in the Middle, see it all with a little smile and to keep walking.

I always wanted to feel that there was something taking care of it all because there’s a peace in that I’d only touched until recent times.

The Inner Devil has shown up in three different mirrors recently, and recently that the consciousness chased me all over. I have no doubts that there is something bigger. I cannot prove it to anyone else but I believe it myself. And that’s what I wanted in the first place.

And it was hard to get here. The Devil is tricky and that consciousness delights in throwing us off, in tricking us. There’s a reason that there are stories of the Trickster in many tales, every tradition. I’ve had so many experiences of the Spirit, both sides speaking to me through many people. I felt like a Free Agent at times, seeing the duality clearly on each side of me.

It’s no longer scary. My most recent experience with the Devil was the best, best in that I finally understood why I was drawing that in my space. He admitted to me, as I asked him about his power, that he had none. The Devil Consciousness itself, said it had no power, other than the power we gave it. Fear has no power over us unless we give it power. There is great Truth in that.

As I had my conversation with the Devil, the third time in about as many days. I realized that he just wanted to be heard. The first time he showed up, it was as an extremely fearful being. He came in that form three times, each time when I was helping people. Then the Consciousness left me alone for awhile [nine months]. And then the Devil came first as a beautiful woman with a tale of helplessness and trying to dangle sexuality. In that incarnation, her Fear made her unaware as such though I feel in the end she’ll find her way, as she would later tell me she had money and knew it would all work out.

“Beware the trickster, Dear-uh.” ~Adya would say. “There’s a reason he’s showing up now in different beings. You are on your Journey to knowing who you really are…”

The second time he came at me as a man, an intense and angry man and I felt the protection, my crown ‘light’ up so that I was not caught unaware. He was arrogant and I just sat there and listened. At the end of it, I told him I was glad I could help. He got up, left and on the way out:

“You sure you don’t want to talk to me, I have a movie Producer friend who could help you get a million dollars.” That tripped me out because I had written that so long ago. I realized that’s not how God works. It’s not we tell God what we’ll do if he gives us. God tells us what to do, we do it, then we walk and he gives. I felt so weak at so many times and I see why that mirror came along.

I got up to ask why he kept showing up and it was like he disappeared. This is my life, it’s my experience and I’m telling you this man disappeared. Two people would confirm seeing him with me but not seeing him leave or where he went.

I thought it was through. I thought that was it and I realized there would be one more visit. And I saw him immediately. My gut knew exactly but in this incarnation he was ever so subtle.

‘You have a Light about you but there’s a little grey.’

I told him the Devil had showed up in my space the night before.

‘No, Satan himself! Oh man, look at that (he showed me chicken skin), you can’t fake that. I remember the first time he showed up, those black eyes, that look, you can’t fake that…’

And he leaned into me and I felt the energy flow through my crown to protect me and again I knew. In this being, he played it very well. I respected that, I respect the wisdom, the dance, I will never serve it but in order to understand life, I believe it important to respect those who know more than you and from his mouth:

‘The Devil is very old. He knows a great deal.’

This incarnation, I realized showed me the pain that the Devil really has. You see, the Devil wants nothing more than to Love but the Devil questions, the Devil doubts, when the Journey is about acceptance. The Devil is a Master in his own right but even the Devil was created by God, by Love, and therefore that which is the Creator, the Hand that writes it all is the only level of consciousness that really knows what’s up.

I’m still processing. I’m still writing the closing element of this first part of my Journey. But I know where I stand. I stand in the Light, as a Beloved Child, One with God. And that’s where I always wanted to be. I have no doubts about that. Though in my humanity I may stumble, I may question, I have found my way back home and I know it will never turn me away. And I suppose, that’s what A Call to Love is really about. It’s that we’re being called home and we each have a path there so long as we trust and walk it. In so doing, one can be set free.

This last incarnation wrote a name, a number, a false book title, and weaved in tales of my own journey, trying to confuse me. On the back of the paper he gave me, he wrote one word: Sin.

You see, the Devil can mask, the Devil can mince words, but the Devil wants to be known so I don’t think the Devil lies, we’ve got it wrong there, the Devil wants to be heard so if you ask It, it will tell you exactly what it is, how it has no power, and why it wants you.

The Devil tricks because the Devil wants recognition and cannot help but reveal himself, no matter how good the act is, he just wants the Light but he refuses to walk the Path and accept how it is written.

I took the paper and released it into the ocean. I could feel it’s power and I felt tempted to call him. He told me he wanted my Light, that I had given him power, and he wanted me to join his group.

‘I’ve been looking for my Spirit Helper for a long time. Things that comes from this conversation will impact others and it can change things.’

I had to have the conversations with the Devil to see my own reflections and to hear them because the reason the Devil, Fear and that level of consciousness gets the best of us, is because we don’t let it be heard, whenever we deny a part of the experience, it manifests as an extreme. And that’s all it wants, is to be heard. Another reason why he couldn’t help but advertise who he really was. It’s easy to see why people fall prey, because the Devil wants what was lost.

‘Steven Spielberg, J.K. Rowling, they never lost their Inner Child. I only like the first Harry Potter, the rest, bah.’

And it’s that consciousness, that part that just wants Love. They say that Hell is to be in a place where there is no God and I have come to believe as the Hawaiians say, Aloha ke Akua. God is Love. The Devil in this last incarnation was very likable. And I could see how even though he doubted God, Love still showed up in many ways to care for him. He had chosen to turn off the Light.

‘The Bible, the kids these days are calling it the Basic Instructions Before Leave Earth. It’s good. But I like Star Wars. The Force. And your Light, ohhhhhh.’

Well, I’ve listened, and I have no more time for it. Thank you to all my recent teachers. When Adya told me I was ready for another teacher, I had no idea what she meant and where she spoke from when that came to me.

I never in a million years thought I’d experience what I have in my life and over the course of this spiritual journey but I am happy. There’s a grand adventure awaiting you if you allow it. Walk your path. I guarantee what you find will only bring you Joy.

Praise. Love. Gratitude.

Adventures in Urban Mysticism: The Joke’s On Me

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So last night, a friend sent me some info about some Psychedelic, DMT, which is naturally secreted by the brain in dreams and at the time of Death. He saw a video, wanted to give it a try, and wanted my opinion. I hopped on the old Google and well, as some accounts may have described amazement and beauty beyond description, I couldn’t help but thin: why would anyone want to go somewhere they couldn’t remain? Not to mention the stuff about “Machine Elves” and feeling like being in an open air market with these elves bartering with you.

I have known this guy, for a while, have done spiritual work with him, and I advised against it highly because it didn’t sound healthy, particularly with some things he’s grappling with. The Spirit may be indestructible, but the Psyche is fragile and can be damaged severely depending on what we do to it.

There was a study awhile ago which showed that Schizoprenic episodes and the mystical experiences of monks had the same type of brainwaves. The only difference was the monks were prepared to expect the unexpected and so the things they say didn’t trip them out whereas the other people were not prepared. I have seen things in meditation that are beyond words and can only be described as dreamlike. In many ways, I speculate, in deep meditation, we can see and travel between dimensions, which I imagine is the point of drugs such as DMT.

As much as the body is real, I believe the Truth lies in the Spirit and the only way to experience that is through the body.

And, if you really pay attention to life, you don’t need see the “Machine Elves” to experience them. In Hawaiian culture, they talk about the Menehune, and little creatures popping up throughout many different traditions. There are very real spiritual elements, dimensions, whatever you want to call it out there and we can “walk in other worlds” constantly. In fact, we do so unconsciously many times a day. I think the key is to be aware when you slip into one.

So last night, after reading these articles, my own awareness took me into comedy. I was getting clowned all night long by these punk band kids (I will refrain from calling them Band Geeks). One came in and had a smirk on his face and I don’t know why but I read him when the very human part of me wanted to slap that look off his face. At first it seemed like it was a waste of time and the highlight for both of us was when he said, “I’m not trying to be an asshole.” and I said, “But you are an asshole, we all can be.” and he finally left. It was a silly game that I can’t say I enjoyed until, it dawned on me how funny it was that these kids who probably got teased because of high school stereotypes were acting out in this different setting. It made me think first of this:

I immediately thought back to the insecurity and the insanity of high school. I’d see the young man go high-five a friend and think to myself where’s the jocks when you need them? Then former UFC Heavyweight Champ, Cain Valesquez, walks by with his wife. Priceless.

And the joke totally hit me. I couldn’t stop laughing. because it was like I was propelled into something I had found amusing before and that whole concept of how the “Machine Elves” give experiences that are beyond words and my correlation that it already unfolds played it out right before me.

I would shortly thereafter see a Captain America Shield T-Shirt on a kid and I thought of the two images, which is why they are included.

We write our lives. I don’t know yet how deep that goes or why but I do believe it is possible to have fun, enjoyable experiences time and time again in life if we learn to allow them, because God and Love can be found through it all.

Time to Fly: To Be Seen Clearly

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To be seen clearly and honestly by another Human while the Soul does it’s stroll through this plane of existence is a beautiful thing, particularly while weathering the Dark Night of the Soul.

Our Souls are here to live and experience life fully. Either way we get the lesson. Listen to those who have come before as they near the closing times of their lives and share the knowledge gained their experience. Pay close attention to what is communicated because there are keys there, the same knowledge can be found in many texts as the core of it, how Life Explained and undressed from each is really what it’s about: putting the pieces of our lives together and understanding.

Whatever we collectively choose shall take us to the place we need to be in our lives. Whether that means standing tall and filled with love and gratitude for this miracle of life, of being, or whether that means being brought to our knees, either way, individually we get the lesson, and collectively the world will get the lesson. We are at a crossroads in the experience of our collective consciousness and I believe the Earth, our home is vibrating in a way to show us that.

This is exciting because it means great change is upon us. Better in my opinion to err on the side of love and excitement, be filled with joy rather than fear and horror. Whatever our level consciousness is vibrating at, so will be our experience.

I don’t believe 2012 will be chaos. I don’t believe the “veil parting” will mean insanity, that the mass exodus from Plato’s Cave will mean doom. Man has been talking about the End of the World since it began. I think it’s because we’re in a rush to get to what’s next. Don’t worry, that will come. The Journey will take us.

I believe that we are destined to realize our choice between greatness and mediocrity. What is it that you shall choose? Why is it that you shall choose it? Whatever it is, be who you are, who only you can and are meant to be.

I see the “best” sitting next to the “worst” every day, in it all because I have allowed myself to know the Light and Dark, the Good and the Bad in myself, I have accepted my Humanity needs my Spirit and that my Spirit loves my Humanity. In not judging what unfolds, not resisting the natural Flow life gives, I am realizing more and more consciously what my Being already knows:

We are here to fly, we are not meant to crawl.

Thank you! THX! Hallelujah!

Adventures in Urban Mysticism: Dude…

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On Writing

So some strange things have been occurring. If Adya were here, she’d say: Nonsense, it’s magic Dear-uh. Well, Dr. Strange, the Master of the Mystic Arts in the Marvel Universe is fast becoming a favorite of mine in the comic book world and strange equals magic in my book.

I’ve taken to writing things out while at work and I can’t deduce whether of not I’m hearing what I hear because it’s just waiting for me to acknowledge it or it it’s making it up, but man, the people I’m writing about walk in. It’s cool, eerie, it’s WTF mindblowing.

Now, the important thing for me to remember is to script adventure, abundance, and good vibes because I’ve scripted alot of not so any of the above and Dude it kicked my ass in real life.

On Gratitude

I know a young man who drives a Lexus, doesn’t pay rent and at 20 just got his first job after going overseas for months, all paid for. And he’s still miserable. I don’t fault him but I have to point this situation out because I see the writing on that wall. I was given what I was when I was, not necessarily like that, but we are all given things in life in the form of experience, relationships, money, etc. and it’s like it’s an opportunity to show our gratitude for life and if we don’t big fraking

DOT DOT DOT!!!

I heard another man today complain about his order always being wrong wherever he goes. If we tune our consciousness to things going wrong, to the world not being right, to wanting to escape, our situations will mirror that. The life around us is what we believe. At some point we have to stop listening to the BS of duality, powerlessness, lack and take ownership of our experience and create what we would truly like to live out. We script the d@mn thing and that’s a beautiful gift. We’re on a see-saw right now in the world and I guarantee we will get the collective lesson. Err on the side of Love and Gratitude and not on the side of Fear and Disdain. Life’s beautiful as long as we are alive yo!

On Slanging Fortunes

I’m not a fortune teller. I’m Intuitive. Maybe one of my work roles is a Psychic and I can get views into the scope of what’s out there but the bottom line, we are very powerful creators and whether I give you a message from Spirit or not, it comes down to what you believe and how that comes to fruition. The point of which I believe all this stuff that happens, good, bad, otherwise because of what we’re attached to creating, to “knowing.” Know nothing is certain, go for Joy, and you’re good to go in your hood.

With That…

Peace and Magic to ya! Love, Aloha, High-Fives and for my boy “Doomsday” the grey clouds are not going to follow you this week ; ) Oh yeah, and I’m going to script lottery wins right about Tomorrow!!!

Mis-Adventures in Urban Mysticism: Tuck My Tail

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This isn’t a misadventure so much as it is recalling a number of times in my life where I had to sit back and lick my wounds, tuck my tail if you will…

I remember how back in the day, I hopped from job to job thinking this was it, I’d found it. And it wasn’t what I was looking for. Dejected, putting all my energy in time and time again only to be misled by own rush, my own zest to really live using the compass of logic, though logic is necessary, it is illogical to trump the Heart, something I’ve always known but it took experience to teach, to grill deep within.

I remember the same with my relationships, putting unrealistic pressure on the situation, watching the seems fly apart, watching the intensity and strength of love dissolve as I was not whole and as life set in, a life which is unavoidable so long as we are in the body and is the whole reason we are in the body in the first place. I resented my humanity. I felt so lost, bruised each time and no one could understand my intense passion for living, why self-mastery was so important. How could anyone? When I didn’t understand it myself…

My battle is no longer arduous. I don’t need to retreat. I do take time to myself but where it was once spent in inner turmoil, it is spent cultivating peace, being gentle with myself, and remembering the futility I engaged in for so long and the subsequent pain it caused. I find the “bigger” part of Soul coaching the “smaller” parts of my psyche, building their community and allowing each expression including my Inner Skeptic and Inner Douche Bag.

Today, each day, I watch as people are finding me, much as I once found people, sought out for confirmation, my own Five People You Meet in Heaven type of scenario playing out not after death but in the Kingdom here and now, each day, each conversation as I testify about the Spirit, as I offer not only proof but “show” my scars.

Scars I wear proudly and offer and share because it is through the healing of scars that we know our love, the true love deep within and no longer need to retreat, no longer have to tuck our tails and feel defeat because life is exactly as it should be in each and every moment, there is no need to resist it. There is no defeat, only growth. And that to me is beauty.

Adventures in Urban Mysticism: What’s Next?

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Free Yourself!!!

I encounter quite a few people who want to know what’s next, who’s next, how’s next and so on and so forth. I can be quite guilty of this as well. From my experience of doing this too much and the hard way I might add, focusing too much on next, and not on Now, leads to missed opportunities, dashed hopes, and the dreaded disillusionment… DUN DUN DUN!!!

That being said, it’s hard to not get caught up in it. In terms of desires, we get so addicted to the next that when we reach it/manifest it/whatever, it’s not enough, it’s not what we were looking for in the first place. And before you know it, a year passes, a relationship ends, and life is about to close with a whole lot of wishing and not much living. Life is called life because it’s about living and we don’t have to wait for next in order to feel alive. I don’t know the cure but I’m working hard at expanding my own presence and enjoying my experiences as they come. That’s all we really can do because life delivers what it does, when it does.

Like today, my today delivered a whole lot of unexpected. Today was crazy! I pulled a 12 hour shift at the tree, slanging fortunes, busting Tarot, doing what I do (which I prefer to view as spiritual consultations but I realize the entertainment part is the draw in the first place so I’m playing hype man here) yesterday. And while that was not today, I woke up at 5a yesterday to meditate, slept at 100a this morning and was up bright and early, back at’em because I had three job interviews today. Each was interesting as I went from Townside to the Airport back to Town. The first was beautiful and I feel like I “showed” well and connected but we’ll see what happens (because what happens is), the second was like on the spot we want you save for my availability, and the last was we want you but…

I say the but because in the middle of it, my interviewer had to take a phone call. 30 minutes goes by and I set my leave time for 3:40 and he comes back at 3:38, having conferenced it up with the different parts of me, the observer self mediating, and realizing that this was perhaps not the best fit and I should have trusted to cancel after the first went so well. But it didn’t strike 3:40 and he returned and there it occurred to me that I was there because not only was it where I was, but because he needed a space to talk in. Dude was stressed, wore it, breathed, expressed it, kind of blew up a little bit but I held the space, and he got a chance to breathe, got a chance to open up and connect, which it was apparent that it was something he needed.

Oftentimes, we have to go through things in order to get to where we are meant to be (which whether you believe in meant to be or not is where we end up anyway), and my day ended on a couple highs. I got to connect with an old soull in a young vessel finding her way up the Mountain and talk to a friend who’s striving to be a better man, one step at a time. And I saw my mirrors in it all, and was okay to gaze into each without judgment because I’m growing too.

Today was beautiful and though tomorrow will have it’s own set of things to do like editing A Call to Love, editing the 434 Tattoo website, writing another blog for that, possibly satisfying my ego and looking at jobs because I’m neurotic like that, and going for a walk, breathing, maybe reading a comic or two, today is cool and I’m content to remain in today, in the Now so long as it lasts.

Chee huu to all of you and enjoy the Journey. It’s taking you after all…

Adventures in Urban Mysticism: Wink Wink

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Today I got to be the Wink!

It was cool and as I write, it cracks me up some because in college I was “Wink” Walter to go with “The Professor” Ga”r”vin and “Kid Squid.” Gavin, Michelle, and I were sitting outside, presumably intoxicated and I started calling what was going on around us like it was a baseball game and that’s how the names came to be.

“Wink Walter here with The Professor and Kid Squid. We have Campus Security racing through the dorms…”

Anyway…

I was called in to cover today, so I went and took a couple of hours. It’s days like today when it’s clear to me I’m there for whoever walks through/I’m exactly where I am supposed to be at any given time (whether scheduled to be or not). My boss just told me yesterday she believes we are there for the people who come through and find each of us.

Recently, I’ve been able to sense when a reading is coming. Last night, I was closing up but heard “sit down” so I didn’t shut off the lights. There were two women, about 15-20 feet away, so I went and sat back down, and sure enough they came in. The other day, I was reading a book and all of a sudden, stopped and looked up. I saw someone in the crosswalk and knew he was coming in. I couldn’t make out who it was from that distance but as he approached, it was a friend who used to work in the Market, Jerome.

Today, same kind of deal, I just looked up all of a sudden and saw two women off to the side. One of them came over and asked about the readings and we talked briefly and I told her to sit. She came in and I did the reading and it was strange for me. I don’t openly talk about God in the Tree unless it comes up. I realize we live in a World that is what it is so I respect different beliefs. Yet in this woman’s reading, I clearly felt she was seeking God and had been looking for confirmation. I told her what I heard, what I saw, and her eyes teared.

It was very powerful for me because when I look back at my life, so often did I feel like God was there but I couldn’t always hear or see God and struggled because I still felt alone. Yet somehow, some way, someone came along, or something happened that gave me reassurance, and at times they felt like winks.

So today was a cool experience and it felt good to give that back to another.

Mahalo ke Akua (THX be to God)!!!