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AUM Vol. 3: The Rebirth of Slick (Cool Like Dat)

“Blink, blink! Think, think!” ~Digable Planets

This week has been all about watching the waking dream. The other night, my friend, a Cancer, and later about five other Cancers would talk to me about living a Life of Love, unbeknownst to one another. My Venus, the planet governing Love in Astrology is in Cancer so I found it to be quite fascinating really. This came right after a Police Car had passed to my left that day and I heard: Security is to walk into the unknown, where you will always be protected and served.

In many ways, we have it backwards with our logic but I digress…

Two fellow Geminis, who are born interestingly enough on the same day, would drop some comments that mirrored the deep recesses of my own mind, which for me, my Mercury, which rules the mind and thinking, is also in Gemini to couple my Gemini Sun, so needless to say, there’s alot of back and forth going on between my ears sometimes so to hear it from these two, quite amazing. A Scorpio would very intensely come at me passionately with what he was doing, which of course, goes a bit with my own Scorpio moon, and well, so on and so forth.

Tonight, I thought about far I had come by taking care of my own healing and not making my role to take on the struggle of another person’s wound. Chiron, the Wounded Healer in Mythology, deals with wounds in Astrology and in this life, my Chiron had to do with self-worth and neglect, themes my Inner Child really grappled with for a long time. Most wounds stem back to the Inner Child, who struggles with self-worth, acceptance, Love, Faith, and/or other/all of the above. Ultimately, the wound is the perceived duality that we are not One with God (you can say whatever works for you), but tending to and Loving the Inner Child is a great step in getting there.

As I was closing up shop at one of my PT gigs (I juggle four jobs, one FT, three PT, oh yeah and I do this writing sh!t too, ha!) and pondering this, the dream answered with a lad walking in the open door. Our shop was closed entirely but I had the door open to let in some breeze while I finished a few things up and in walks ole boy, erm, young boy, eh, you get the picture.

So Dude rolls in and asks me if we were open for service. I replied that we were closed and he walked away. I was immediately hit by the fact that what I had thought, about how I had to take care of my own and not sacrifice it for another, brought a Mirror back to me, a dreamlike echo… I could only laugh in amazement at all of this. A few years back I told my former Mentor, I felt like I had something to offer that follows up where Joseph Campbell left off. I didn’t know what that meant at the time and I dare not say I know exactly now but the studies of the dreams, learning their language and being able to teach and share such with others is definitely becoming a service I have to offer. Even if is just done by leaving clues or brutal honesty.

Sometimes the only Path is to leave a trail behind that you blazed. In many ways, it can be like that for each of us, our lives have just that potential. But how many of us wonder off into the Wilderness eternally?

Aloha no. And thank you for this Life. It truly is a Gift no matter what may be going on.

“And I’m cool like dat, I’m cool like dat, I jive like dat, I funk like dat… We out!” ~ Digable Planets

AUM Redux: Why am I here?

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"It Is What It Is" By Hawaii Tattooist Andrew Burley

Why am I here?

It’s a question, I’ve asked many times and I know without a shadow of a doubt that many people ask throughout their lives.

The base answer is that Mom and Dad of us All got a little some, some going on, the sperm found the egg and BAM, fertilization.

Someone once told me/added to that equation: God was in that threesome.

Regardless the reason, we may find ourselves asking that question and hitting repeat with it. I tend to find meaning in circumstances and conversations that lead to some form of confirmation as to why I am here, wherever that here and now, is, and that makes me feel like something greater is at play and that means beyond words. But that doesn’t mean the question is answered always and forever. It might be tended to for a moment in time but it evades and escapes me time and time again (perhaps that’s what Jesus meant by saying the Kingdom can be found time and time again). Yet there I am left asking the question another time, at which point, I have to take a breath, and remind myself to enjoy where I am at, wherever that is, however I can.

I used to think the answer is what I was doing here, which may in fact be part of the reasoning as to why I am here. When I realized that I am a writer (on my way to publication and therefore an author), that was cool/it meant alot because it’s something I love.

Then again, ask any writer, writing isn’t always an escape. I enjoy it but it’s almost never good enough. In reality, it’s getting better and better the more that I do it but I have so much to say and there are so many stories I would like to create and areas of interest to explore and write about. So writing isn’t always it.

I enjoy experiencing as much as I can with what life has to offer. Is it not all an experience? But am I only here to experience? Is it really all an experience? For example, when I was younger, I would consume all types of arts and culture. Maybe, like the Inner Child, there’s an Inner Sponge that absorbs and absorbs. But whenever I reached a saturation point or still do, I find myself moving in a different direction and go through a cycle of absorbing all over again. I’ve gone through, music, books, sports, martial arts, museums, beaches, lol, jobs (going on to 30 plus at the age of 31). Wash, rinse, repeat, so on and so forth. So as much as life is an experience, it isn’t always that either because that never ends.

For a long time, I thought it was about sharing my life with someone and having a family. Who doesn’t want love? It was the most commonly asked question I got asked during my year doing the Honolulu Psychic thing. In my own life, I saw the equivalent of a couple of B-level movies with how my love life played out and then had an experience that felt Shakespearean and epic-like. All with an amazing Journey before, during, after spiritually but even then, that wasn’t quite it. Either. Frak… Darnit!

I don’t have any kids so I can’t speak on that. I had pets with exes that I love(d) dearly and so on but that’s different. I experienced a miscarriage with another ex and tat was intense. But still, that wasn’t the answer to that question that keeps coming back.

Death is a big part of it, I accept that but I’m still alive so, um, yeah…

Then what is it? Why I am here? Why are we here?

You know, honestly, as much as we’re here for ourselves, the more I go through life, I feel like I am/we are here to serve. I find myself getting shifted around and from there that leads me into the lives of others and I learn, they learn, I don’t know. I helped a lot of people with my “gift” last year and I am still using, albeit not beneath a tree but wherever I go, there I am, and these spiritual conversations unfold, I get prompted to share info and ay-yah! You know, I cut my hair, get more tattoos to ritualize and put a stamp on it, go back to some form of legitimacy in work and yeah, it is what it is and my “observable Universe” follows me. Frak!

The answer that I keep “hearing” is one that only the words of my Grandmother can soothe. We were talking one day and she was telling me how she didn’t want a service when she passed. My Grandfather had felt the same way, so no service was had. She went on to tell me:

“You know Jason, I don’t want people around saying that Aurora did this or Mrs. Mitchell did that for me. I didn’t do it for them.”

She stopped there leaving me in suspense, so of course I had to ask why she did it.

“I did it all for the greater glory of God.”

So why am I here? Hmm, I suppose I’m here to speak my peace/piece, help as many people as I can because I believe we’re all in this together, all walking the Road of Life, back Home to Aloha ke Akua. You know?

Ah, thank God! I feel melancholy, that means something big is about to happen because when I feel that way, something cool/big usually happens in my life.

Sweet! That’s way better than Frak, but expressing Frak is sweet from time to time too. Just realizing what I am feeling is answer enough to the questions. To feel is the only way I’ve ever known anything to be real anyway. Anything.

A Time to Fly: The End of the World or To End in Peace

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As 2012 unravels, the big ball of string that is the End of the Mayan Calendar and the possible End of the World [or oooh, my favorite and the Zombie Apocalypse] will be interesting to watch.

But doesn’t it seem like we go through one of these scares or events every decade…

I was born in 1980, and from the ole Google Search, I learned that talk of Armageddon was going on back then. I was too young to remember, shoot, I wasn’t even born when the predictions were made so I won’t expand much there but it fits with my every ten years hypothesis/thought experiment so I’m going to roll with it.

End of Times talk and fear was rampant during the End of the Cold War, I was old enough to pick up on that, I may not have understood it but I could feel that the events had gravity too them. I remember things like the Fall of the Berlin Wall in 1989, the Protests of Tiananmen Square that same year, and then there was Desert Storm and I felt the fear, the frenzy that came from watching on television, images of the first bombs, the planes, the correspondents, this was my first conscious experience of war in this plane of existence so it stood out. I also remember the collectible trading cards that came out during that time too. Any way to make a buck eh? And that seemed odd to me.

In the 90′s, I was basically emo minus the long hair, I played basketball, and I listened to rap music. Or maybe I wasn’t emo and just a teenager…

At the time, I felt misunderstood, which after counseling/mentoring a number of teens since, I can see how I didn’t understand myself so how could I expect anyone else to relate? And I just needed something to relate to me. And rap music did that for me. And things that made my Inner Child believe in magic but that’s another story.

The charged emotion of the beats, the sound of the voices, the feelings I felt that summed up a life I couldn’t understand in the body came out in the music, the experience. I felt like I was relating and that’s illogical right? Or is it? Do not we all feel?. They were the poets, the storytellers, the social commentators much as I find myself doing and growing into on my own path. I think we’re all rappers, telling the stories of our lives, trying to understand the world by putting words to it. And I think that’s cool. If you’re going to understand life, shouldn’t you strive to know about your own?

As the 90′s unfolded and were to become the millienia, it built up to Y2K, where everything was supposed to shut down, the aliens were supposed to return, and all of that. Nobody knew what would happen. But low and behold, we had the computer programmers working it out. Pretty cool, huh? They didn’t wield swords or wands but they wielded their skills and magic, saved the system from crashing and then the Geeks continued to roll out more cool things to help and connect us. To maybe finally come together.

Psych! Of course not, not for us, humanity, we had to find our next End of the World fix…

And when 9/11 happened, well, that really felt like it for many, especially to collective psyche of America. I remember getting an early call, crowding into a dorm room on my floor and man, if it did not seem like this generation’s version of the Attack on Pearl Harbor. It was shocking, unbelievable, and as the news, the reports surfaced maybe there was more that could have been done by different parties to prevent it, but regardless, the event really happened and it shook us all, all of humanity.

I’d watch as President Bush became the first President to have both the record high and low approval ratings, which is apparently becoming a trend as President Obama is experiencing the swings himself. But well, that’s the President, it comes with the job right? He [or she in the future] should be able to take it, run with the ball and make our lives better. Forget that there are elements of Congress that can make or break policy but #i’mjustsayin’ and besides, we have to get back to the End of the World in 2012 [Pssh, focus JMAW]!.

Yeah, 2012! Woo, it’s like a spiritual new age conspiracy theorist’s wet dream and man, I’ve been hearing about 2012 ever since, ever since. You can’t help but see the books when you’re making your way through the New Age and Spiritual sections of bookstores and libraries attempting to find an answer to your spiritual crisis and learn about healing after all… And with titles that have End of the World and End of this, that, and otherwise, how could you not browse one. I know. I know! I had a choice not to read them, but still Spirit, I’ve been bombarded by this propaganda forever ways sideways! and some of the people are so charismatic, their believe so sound, how could it not be worth a look?

Then I started getting the nudges, the slaps from the Universe to live in the Present, to do the spiritual work, to answering the calling. The Spirit spoke. I ignored and the Apocalypse, my version of it, happened a few times in many different ways, but the really big grand chaotic symphony hit me in 2010 [Every ten years, I tell you!!!]. So I prayed. I meditated. I had no answers but it’s the only thing that made me feel better. And I met others, who experienced their lives falling apart. Who felt there was something else out there, there had to be.

And if there was, I was going to find it!

I went on a walkabout, a vision quest, a you-know-what-it-really-was? I just finally answered a call. A Call to Love. And as I looked at the pieces of my life, the micro-system and see it reflected what was unfolding in the macro-system of this shared life around me, I saw it as an intricate system and my world would become what I focused on it. My fears certainly came true because of my energy. So did what I loved but I was so gripped by fear. Because Love, it was, too natural…

Too easy. No, way too easy, that’s what I always saw anyway, that the Heart would not lie, that Love was the way, but I couldn’t have felt that, I couldn’t just say that. No, it’s got to be this job, no, wait, it’s got to be that relationship. Bah!

Trust your Intuition, combine it with the pieces you see from Past and Present and see how where you place your energy, Love or Fear, you get experiences that mirror. Then step back and think how if everyone is experiencing the same thing, aren’t we co-creating this whole ride?

Accept that it’s okay to be wrong about Fear, that it’s not the only way, and let go of this fatalistic obsession of self-sabotage that doesn’t result in the gigantic end of the world but ends the things that impact us the most with our families, our communities, our jobs, our individual worlds that we walk. I think the world can end two ways, with a Bang or with surrender to Life being, well, Life. We’ve been banging at it for awhile, why not try the alternative?

Might lead to Peace. Inner Peace.

A Time to Fly: Just a Blog

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I don’t often just blog. There’s always something deeper, either seeking to understand an experience or a point I am being guided to make about what I learned. And yet, where does fun lie in it all? Why can’t I just write yay, yah, yippee [Isn't that what Twitter is for]?

“When I first met you, your hair was short, and now. Well, my Dear-uh, now it’s past your collar.” ~Adya

She was remarking on how much I have transformed since she met me, but a year ago. The Simple Voice was born five years ago [not really in the grand scheme of things but in this shared human experience and timeline].

[See even when I try to just flow...] I can see already that this entry is going somewhere and that’s just it. It has. When I began this chapter of my life, I remember telling the Universe, “I’m going to live my dream, whatever that is.” I stepped into the unknown for the first time in many years. A move which at the time seemed crazy, I had a job that would have sent me to Graduate School, I had six years in a field, established myself, and there were tons of opportunities to grow. But my Soul, it wanted to stretch.

I had long written since I was but a child and with the advent of blogging, it was only a matter of time before I stumbled upon the then ‘new’ form of expression.

When I first began this, I was in the world of politics and wrote some commentaries. Much like many of the other things in life that I set out to do, led me to spirituality. Funny how we can turn off the Path only to be led back on it, eh? Makes me wonder if there’s such a thing as being off path or is it that we just might not be in tune enough to see, listen, and feel that wherever we are, is exactly where we are meant to be?

As I write, far removed from that life, that world, I’d not have dreamed that I’d write so much in my life and that I would be writing about spirituality, The Spirit, God, Love, Healing, and Inner Growth, as much as I have. I never dreamed that I’d spend a year of my life working as a Hawaii Psychic in the jungle of energy that is Waikiki. It’s laughable in every single way because even in college, I was into spirituality and majored in Religion because that’s the ‘stuff’ I enjoyed.

[The Spirit is funny. So funny. When I prepped my social media/web content development addition to my resume, even that, that led me back here.]

The Simple Voice has never been just a blog. It’s been an extension of my entire being, how I found my Self, by finding my Voice, the Voice of my Heart, that’s linked to the Spirit, to the Infinite, to God, to Love. It helped me to write. It helped me to remember because so often do we forget. And it showed me that as much as I didn’t want to listen, it was always there. Just as its still there for each of us, we need only take the time to feel it all around.

Last night, I put together, from beginning to the end, Adventures in Urban Mysticism because while the Adventure continues, it is Now A Time to Fly. As I re-read many of the experiences, I see how valuable a compilation it actually is. And it’s a book length. Crazy, I do like twenty plus drafts of A Call to Love [that's the movie script Buddy] and without knowing it, I wrote a book. And I loved every minute of it because I love to write.

Doing what I love, that’s what living my dream, whatever that was. And it’s taught me so much, helped me to grow in so many ways.

As I have documented my own healing, my own being just a step or few ahead of others, I’ve not only left bread crumbs along the Journey, I’ve outlined the fullness of humanity. So many of the books I read, so many of things out there, glossed over the struggles. They were probably there but I needed to live them myself in order to understand this burning expression that’s been gnawing at me since I was a child to share.

As much as I wanted to gloss over the struggle in life, I could not escape sharing because I guess I always knew it was a part of my own Soul’s Purpose. To live a full life, to see it from many different angles, and share that with anyone looking to do the same. It’s important to share because I have long felt people feel like they can’t be like spiritual leaders, masters, avatars, and so on.

I don’t claim to be any of that. But I do confess to being a man with a Soul, a Human+Being just like Jesus and Buddha, the Dalai Lama, Mother Teresa, Yogananda, Sri Ramakrishna, Muhammad, Baha’u'llah, Joan of Arc, and so many others like all of the people I have had the chance to serve in this life and like all of you reading.

This has documented my healing, my transformation and will continue to do so because conscious growth is endless. And I believe we are all ready to transform. 2012 is not the End we think, it is a new beginning.

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

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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!!!

Embrace Your Inner Psychic: Who, What, Where, Why, When?

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So I small kine slacked off on this column… What’s that movie, Clueless, I think: Oops, my bad!

Well, this here blog will not be in depth about a topic but rather I’m going to do my best to give you an example of how to Embrace Your Inner Psychic and work with your Psychic abilities. So let’s get to it!

Who?

YOU! We are all Intuitive and being Psychic isn’t much different than that (in fact, I’m pretty sure it’s the same but a different word for a something some such or another).

There are some people who are more naturally inclined to use this aspect of their being, others are just more interested in the numinous and mystical, and others still who just trust their gut and leave it at that without an explanation. There’s different kinds of people because what fun would the recipe be if it ~~were just one type of way~~ were all the same.

My Journey led me into this kind of ‘stuff’ and believe you me, I fought the whole thing every step of the way. Only recently am I opening up, like the last few years. It’s also just a different type of work that I enjoy, and I’ve had a diverse background and enjoy many things. I was always seeking and this area of study and work has helped to fill in some blanks and mainly start to approach the question of…

JMAW say what?

Exactly! What’s really going on in the Spiritual Journey.

What’s the deal’yo? I was always interested in understanding my place here and why seemingly ‘magical’ things would happen and then to find the correlation to their regularity or irregularity, dare I say their synchronicity.

As a result, I often found myself somewhere between the Eastern Philosophy and New Age sections of libraries and Borders (rest in peace). I would Google: Spirituality, Spiritual Journey, Vision Quest, and stuff along those lines because no one I knew really had the answer and it was so easy to go for the quick and easy answer. I find that in some of the students I’ve picked up, they want the fast and short version and to know it all now. LOL, I laugh at myself because I have been there too.

While I am a believer that the books that are ‘meant’ to find us will, I’m more influenced these days by watching life and getting into the stories that I’m watching at play around me, identifying the stories that I’m involved with myself, and the ‘shows’ are being scripted as we speak. The grandest story is your own and as it unfolds, as you watch it, it can be so exciting and at the very least, fascinating.

Most of us when we get into anything, look for videos, books, and so on or some one to talk to, take a class, ~~do a little some some lidat~~ or approach it in that fashion. I think that’s an important part of answering the what and it’s cool because in this day and age, we can learn about just being and spirituality online.

But life is not meant to be lived online. I consider the web a tool for communication and to learn but getting out there, mingling, mixing it up, and watching with a playful Spirit is really…

Where? Where, you find your Inner Psychic!

And start to enjoy life wherever you are. Which really, isn’t that what we all want? Fulfillment? Enjoyment of our circumstances?

I’ve had so many experiences (see Adventures in Urban Mysticism) where the old Intuition fires up or I do a Psychic Reading in Honolulu that helped me to understand how this sense works for me. And in turn, I’ve been able to guide others, which is pretty bomb IMO, but also I get a sense as to…

Why I’m here?

And in looking at that really listening to life, and working on understanding what works for me, it helps me to release and allow the differences without judgment (which I’m still working on more each day) because the questions and answers are vastly different for all of us depending on our lessons.

I think tuning within and being clear with what we experienced as children that really inspired us is an important starting point. A big part of who I am is adventure and service and I feel that’s because I wanted to be Indiana Jones, a Pirate, and a Pro Wrestler. Then I just wanted to help the world. So Adventure (first three) and Service (last thing) have helped me to understand why I’m here and what makes me happy.

I used to approach it logically. But logic only gets us so far. Logic cannot checkmate the Heart and the more we shut off to living from a place that vibes within, the more our lives are in chaos.

But every single moment, of every single day, in every single life, we have a choice to make a change, to take that one breath, be stoked for the base of being alive and from there taking a step towards what’s fulfilling. However that is for each of us to figure out in some ways, because what works for one doesn’t necessarily work for another. And again, that’d be pretty boring if it was all the same.

So if it seems vague how I’m explaining, that’s by design, my goal is for one to think what enlivens oneself because that’s how to build and know the Intuition. I speculate our Intuitive Self is one with the Heart and I totally believe the Heart never lies.

When?

I know this Pisces young man who’s swimming in both directions. One day he’s “enlightened” and gets it. The next he hates it all and can’t understand. It’s a Journey…

Does it end? It never does. The rabbit hole just goes further and further. It’s pretty Matrix seeming. Not like jumping over buildings ~~kine~~ but in a sense that the world looks different to me everyday the more and more I stick with this Intuitive stuff.

It’s better that way for me these days.

I always hokey-pokey’d my Spiritual Journey, and I like having an online blog here that allows me to reflect and see where I was and to laugh at how many times I think I got it all, especially in trying to explain it. [Silly, silly, Jason.]

Because really, how can we explain a thing with certainty? We can’t because life is continuing to evolve and God, Love, and everything to do with Life have an ever-expanding scope until it can be explained with certainty but we’re all still learning who we are, so we’ll leave it at that.

And perhaps the only way to really answer all the questions is when we leave the body. And that will happen with certainty so why not live fully and take as much in as possible until then?

I’m just sayin’…

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.