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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: Endurance

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James 1: 2 – 3 Dear brothers and sisters, when troubles come your way, consider it an opportunity for great joy. For you know that when your faith is tested, your endurance has a chance to grow. When your endurance is fully developed, you will be perfect and complete, needing nothing.

Wo! Is that a clearing ahead?

I have encountered a whole lot of stressed out people at a time when I’m kind of stressed out. I’m only kind of stressed out because I believe it’s all going to work out as best as it can and I’m doing my part to assist, then letting go and letting God from there. But it’s funny/sad in many ways.

I’ve had a friend who was concerned about moving because something that didn’t fit in her plans that came up and a woman concerned about if she’ll be able to pay her lease hit me up in the last month. The latter calling and texting me throughout the day, even after I asked her not too. Adya told me that I manifested these people and these situations to show me my own thoughts, the thoughts that scare me about if I’m going to be okay. I share because I find it an interesting dynamic. I was also going through a moving situation and am still going through the how am I going to pay for this all.

I’ve also been snapped at by three friends on three separate occasions for the oddest of things which had no baring on their lives/like I was doing something on purpose when I’m merely living. I don’t feel a victim by any means but I take it as the external manifestations of that own part of me that is so critical of each step and the part that thinks selfishly too. That part wreaked havoc in my last relationship because it is that part that is insecure and thinks the world is doing what it does because it’s out to get me.

That last bit is a hard one to swallow. I heard it recently in my words when I commented how I’ve been successful at providing resources and helping others but I kind of suck at helping myself and I had to ask: what about me. I’ve been doing all this stuff for other people not only in the last year but my whole life for peanuts. When do I get mine? And that’s a question we all get caught in and well, that question isn’t unconditional, is it? Hasn’t that line of thinking kind of screwed the pooch for years now? #I’mjustsaying…

So it’s been good to encounter these situations because the external element helps me realize my endurance is getting there. That as a former mentor told me recently: I’m almost ready.

The other night I went into the tree and decided to give it my all. I lucked out because I had some youth come in first and I love helping out younger people, my Inner Jonathan Livingston Seagull that thinks maybe there’s someone younger out there who can benefit from what I’ve been through lights up. That created a wave that lasted all night and brought someone who was like talking to Adya but a dude. His name was Gerd and he told me he was guided there. His words: do you have a gift?

LOL. How I have heard those words, those exact words. The difference, when I heard those words before I was looking out for me, looking for my interest first, worried about me and not letting God do what God does, which is just that: looks out for us. The first time I was thinking I’d get published and I got hosed by that person, the second time thinking it’d help me get into film and I was paraded around like a spectacle by that other person. This time, the third time, I was merely thinking I’m going to facilitate whatever message Spirit has, let God be expressed in that moment.

And wow, I learned so much and Gerd told me: you’ve given me so much. Then he said: Thank you. Two words. Two simple words. He also was quite tickled that I was located in a tree, like treasure he found. That was pretty cool. I feel good about myself these days because I love me but that was a nice compliment. Santiago found his treasure at home beneath a tree, the place he sat to watch his flock in The Alchemist, so that was a bit meaningful for personal reasons.

That day, I went in with nothing to lose and only to give and it taught me a great many things. I’d like to get paid for what I do but that’s okay if I don’t. I can tell when people are giving from love versus fear and it has to do when I’m doing that myself. And my journey, from that first tattoo (that reads: Love always protects, always believes, always hopes, always endures, love never fails) until now has been about learning what it means to live from and choose Love over Fear.

I don’t know where, what, how, who will enter my space. The Simple Voice is already getting set to be turned into IDONTKNOW.com but really I have faith it’s all going somewhere and I’ll learn and smile through it all, shed a tear and shake my fist when I have to. And I’m almost there, my endurance, the going into what scares me is cleansing more and more each time.

And dare I say, as much as we are here to experience, we are here for others and when that is the focal point, much as the summit of consciousness is, we can find God in all that we are and experience because only Love is true and God is Love. All that other BS, the fear, the lashing out, it’s not who those people really are and it’s certainly not who I am.

Take care, Aloha nui, and Thanks Be…

Aloha ke Akua.

Adventures in Urban Mysticism: Oh What a Night

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Sometime in ’98, my Senior Prom theme was “Oh, What a Night!” and last night was one of those nights. I switched my rate totally to donation based because my hugest conflict with what I do is how does one put a price on the spiritual? We’ve done it as people forever, put value and price on wares and services, but isn’t the value in what one takes away? I’d rather read someone who can only spare a few dollars and share the message the Spirit has intended than to turn them away because they feel like they can’t afford it. And that one teacher talked about how all one needs is the faith the size of mustard seeds for things to work out…

At any rate (no pun intended), I did that, and told myself, I’m going to have fun doing what I do. And it was fun! It was the best night I’ve had thus far in a month that began with a surprise visit from one of the leads on a new TV series, The River, coming out soon. My readings were began with a woman who told me I gave her hope that things could be better and ended as another exuberantly informed me she was quitting her job. I can look back at both of those scenarios in my life after the Spirit spoke through another to me. It’s beautiful to see and be a part of because each moment we get confirmations about out life if we take the time to observe and listen.

On an odd note, I went to use the bathroom and someone raided the draw where we keep the money and some of it was stolen but that didn’t really get me down. It threw me off but on some level I felt like someone really must’ve needed it to do something like that. I’m in no way advocating for Thieves Anonymous but I didn’t take it personal which was a win. So many things happen that we can take personal and really, the past is done, why hold on to it. I kept riding the feel good Flow of the day and it led me to Ryan’s Bar and Grill, a place I hadn’t been in years.

I figured I was there for a reason and took a seat at the bar to get some food. I spoke with the bartender at length about spirituality and I couldn’t help but feel like that was the reason I was there, it’s the reason who I’m here, just to connect with other people. And if that’s not reason enough to get out there and interact, I don’t know what is…

The Universe has a strange way of working but God has it all figured out. Today I feel truly blessed and it comes at the end of a week that was the embodiment of every type of emotion in the human experience, and coming after a year that was the ride through all the seasons of nature AND life. I guess what I can take away from it all is that through the mountains and valleys of the range of emotions and experiences, I finally was able to keep riding the tiger and moving forward through it all. Comedy Central Roast of Charlie Sheen just premiered and I have to quote “The Warlock” once more because I feel this way by my standards: Duh, Winning!

Embrace Your Inner Psychic: So How’d You Get Into This? Part One

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I get asked how I ever got into being a Psychic Reader all the time. It’s probably the third most popular question, up there with “Will I find Love?” and my personal favorite (note HEAVY sarcasm) “Why aren’t you the grey-haired old lady?” That being said, how did I get into this…

I was always sensitive as a child. I blocked it as I got older because I never knew where I began and where others ended or others began and I ended. As I have learned to allow my intuition and sensitivity, I have grown more comfortable with that riddle since it’s a oneness but I digress. And it doesn’t mean it’s easy but at least these days, I enjoy JMAW, whereas before I couldn’t trust him or anyone else.

The sensitivity is due to feeling energy. Clairsencience or empthay, whatever, as a kid words don’t mean much, I could literally feel what other people were feeling, all the time. They could say one thing but I could feel the feeling in their words, in their ethereal field as it mingled in mine. We all do whether we recognize it or not. It’s why we can sense someone is not okay when they claim to be, or why we can feel the cruelty in jokes that only claim to be jokes.

When I was young I would try to take it. If I’m not careful, I can still mistake others’ feelings for my own. Anyhow, that’s kind of where that ended for awhile and I went into being a troubled youth, inner turmoil anyway…

At 23, I was told I had a spiritual calling while on a plane that didn’t land when it was supposed to (you can find the story here somewhere), and that kind of propelled me back into this spiritual stuff, begrudgingly. It’s funny because I guess I was this way but I was unaware of it because many of my friends and family will tell me: you were always spiritual and sensitive. They didn’t always use those words, sometimes they used unrealistic or panty. Friends and family oftentimes hurt us the most and we do the same to the ones we love. Haven’t figured that one out yet.

Anyhow, that meeting of synchronicity, where a calling was issued, set in motion a chain of events that have taken me deeper and deeper into this stuff.

I often joke that I swim in the deep end of the spiritual pool because I always have to check in and see if people are okay after a reading. Many people have an expectation for a psychic and I don’t meet that expectation, physically, and oftentimes giving alot more information on things that they had thought about but not so deeply. My teacher tells me, never doubt yourself, you’re very gifted, you always give others exactly what they need. I question that one alot. It might be the easiest thing in the world to be a Being but the Human part is a daily struggle. Our sacred texts and self-help books explain those parts away and away…

I got into this further and further because I had to. I was in spiritual crisis for twenty plus years, I felt a pain no words could describe and I can barely understand beyond a feeling, a spiritual wound spanning lifetimes upon lifetimes. It sits side by side with a feeling of love that when I allow myself to go into, always brings tears to me eyes, and struck me in the mirrors of a perfect woman, a perfect statue, and the perfection of nature. Life’s perfect as it is you know?

And that doesn’t mean I went into it all sunshine and rainbows. I fought and fought, as a result life bringing me more to my knees, my head crashing off the wall then finally bouncing off the ground before I started to listen closer. Even then, even still, I fight. My belief is that what we ultimately seek is beyond this life but that doesn’t mean this life is not important. Each life is and we have the opportunity to live fully and love every aspect of it. It is just love, you know?

To be continued…

Adventures in Urban Mysticism: It Was All a Dream…

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“It was all a dream…” ~ Notorious B.I.G.

As I look back at the year where the Dark Night of the Soul took hold, where the master thief of the Higher Self crept out, made its presence known, grappling the ego into submission to the Spirit, the only way I can make sense is by remembering the dream that prompted the eruption.

I am walking through a city that looks like NYC, the tall buildings, I walk through the park. I walk through a place that has a casino. I now am walking up a hill, the homes, the structures remind me of what I saw in Huntington Beach a few months earlier.

My journey(s) took me to Seattle, New York, New Orleans, San Francisco, and home, Hawaii. It also included other stops but as I identified the stops, how they flowed together, what they each represented to me, whether the Hand of the Spirit wrote it, whether my Soul played a role, is inconsequential as conscious life is being able to make sense of the stories we tell and weed out the lies the ego tells to keep one trapped in illusion.

The best I can do, again, is to interpret my waking experience as it unfolded as I would a dream and identify what each place symbolized to me.

Seattle represented Wholeness. It was the first time in a very long time that I had a feeling my Soul was breathing, that everything was okay. I would end up on the hill in the dream while in Seattle. I had the location wrong but I’d seen the location beforehand. Seattle was to be my last stop, so Wholeness would normally be the end of the journey but I needed the teaser beforehand because I was still so mired in Fear.

New York and New Jersey showed me why it is so special to share experiences not only with the Spirit but with others, all others, and even more so is it necessary to cherish the company of loved ones for you never know when someone comes in and out of life, whether it be due to circumstance or Death. Sometimes both, as Death does not only claim us at the end of the Flesh, but as events of life develop, very much a part of the ebb and flow of the Seasons of Life.

New Orleans was rebirth and here I would encounter the casino as I had seen it in my dream. I spent many a day by the Mississippi, reflecting as she meandered, her ability to change location from one state to another as she felt, inspirational, and also the area I really had to learn rebirth for my addiction to the ego’s agenda was quite strong. Rebirth an important theme, a reminder that each moment, each experience is brand new so respect it as that (I still struggle with this). It is also through rebirth that I was able to let the Sculptor that is the Soul clear away that which blocked the creation from within being expressed. Rebirth was/is necessary, because only in being reborn and allowing full expression of the change demanding recognition, stemming from within was I able to salvage the damage my psyche had experienced due to my own choice in limiting views and beliefs. The ego builds up a life of expectation to control, being strengthened each step of the way as the power the ego is empowered whether we live from Love or Fear because it’s goal is to craft its own agenda, and if our attention is focused on that controlling agenda we are blinded.

San Francisco was healing. I planted this seed. Whether it’s the “I” as in the I Am part of me or the I as in my conscious mind does not matter because I established it. And what did I learn? I had dreams and saw signs (both my ways of navigating the journey) everywhere which I can see now that I was always ready and that healing is a lifelong journey. Eventually the Soul leaves because it has worked on all it can in a lifetime, some Souls it’s sooner, others it’s later, either way, healing flows throughout.

Home… Hawaii. When I was 23, as can be seen by previous blogs, the excerpts from my book on here, I was called on a spiritual journey. I was told the Spirit of the Hawaiian Islands had a higher calling for me. A year ago, I told the Universe I would give up that which I loved most, which at the time was my idea of what would make me whole and the love of my life, in order to share what’s in my Heart with the world. I often minced words, thinking that it was about living my dream. No, it’s about realizing that this life is a like a dream and we have the ability in our waking state to have a lucid experience to enjoy it more fully. It just takes slowing down and paying attention. Not an overnight process as my journey since being called took eight years give or take some change and life is presented me with more experiences, more lessons. But I feel like I can make my way through anything because of this place…

Home. Home is everywhere because it is within. The Spirit of the Hawaiian Islands is symbolically Aloha, something just like Love, like God, is not quite describable but as an experience can be felt. Regardless of where I am physically in life, regardless of circumstance, I have learned how to get to my true home of the Spirit and to embrace this life, its twists, its turns, because the dream will surely end, much like dreams we have when we sleep, the dream will surely end when it does, suddenly, and that’s it.

Thank you Life. I needed that.

Adventures in Urban Mysticism: Snippets

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Three. What’s that? That’s right. Three. That’s all she wrote tonight and what a three they were.

First up, Dental Surgeon/Businessman who wants to know about love. It was pretty cut and dry. He asked me if I noticed anything different about him and I said he had a really calm vibe. He attributed to his line of work. Note: Dentists have the highest suicide rate of any profession so I think it speaks highly that Buddy had such a chill vibe. He left with anything else. I heard: Keep smiling.

Second up, a man about to go to a mysterious war but would not describe what it was though it wasn’t in Afghanistan or Iraq. He flew planes and was smoking a cigarette the whole time. A little strange but he said he always came in before he went to war. He asked how long he had left in life. I heard: 15. He disagreed. I noted that wherever we put our energy, that’s usually what unfolds, seeing as how I adamantly agree or disagree with readers in the past and seeing where that got me… It ended up where I could tell he needed some stress relief because I kept hearing: Breathe. He added that he golfed but that was only when he wasn’t at war. That was what I was getting at, do something relaxing while away. He said he had a steady diet of 20 something women since his 20s… I offered him my card, he said I don’t need it.

And three strikes you’re out of a slow night J, I had a woman come in who does readings on Maui. I resonated with her story, get close to the kick the door down moment and then a limiting belief creeps in. I get the sense I helped her. She was the one who made the night really. She said that she could tell that I spoke from my Heart. I work at doing this as much as I can these days. In the end, only Love is real and all else is just an illusion or delusion so I’m working at living from my Heart. We exchanged cards and that was the night.

A rather slow night but nonetheless the dream of life continues and that is so much right there to be grateful for…

Adventures in Urban Mysticism: License Plates

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“It’s lonely my Dear-uh. I’ve cursed out God like a motherf@cker. But it’s those times that you go in and close that door and that’s when you realize you aren’t alone.” ~ Adya

Life is meaningful or meaningless. It’s the lies we tell, the stories we believe. How do you write it?

Two nights ago, Adya called me, or I her (see the lies/stories we tell, I don’t recall), point being she said write down four dreams. I spent a good three years of my life logging and studying dreams from a daily to very consistent basis. I charted my travels as a part of my spiritual journey based on dreams and signs. I’m not the best but I’m pretty damn good at dream analysis these days. And what did I find through it all? That it all meant something and it all meant nothing because life is a subjective experience. And that even the waking state can be dreamlike in communication if you observe it.

But first…

We write the whole story. Coincidence, synchronicity, it’s all in how we choose to look at it. As I discussed the dreams I had with Adya yesterday, two components discussed the Diamond Self. I feel like that’s the place of recognition, of remembrance, because that is the part of us that never dies, the Infinite Soul, it’s the part connected to the Spirit, to God, to Love, to the something greater however one chooses to define it.

I realize, actually this has floated for a bit because I was so brainwashed by Hollywood and various books out there that what I was seeking externally could only be found within. I went on two journeys, ridiculous really albeit fun, great stories but I’ve always felt I didn’t have to go anywhere to get it. In essence, the only place to go when the Dark Night of the Soul unfolds is within. I thought and told a story based on the “signs” and people I encountered that it would lead me to my ex. Nope. Then I thought it would lead me to millions because people only listen to stories about love or money. Wrong there (a couple times, LOL). Then I thought well love in some form with someone. Ha, ha, yeah, you can guess that outcome.

I had this moment a few weeks ago where I looked at everything going around as I watched the Love and the Fear play side by side. I just fell to my knees in my yard, the slight moon and trees, the wind my company, and all I could do was laugh at myself. Ridiculous. I made all of this. This crazy ride, I’m the architect. As are we all of our own lives. We’ve no control over others but our thoughts, our feelings go into the energy and create the experiences we then take away. I looked for all this stuff outside when really what I was seeking the whole time, was myself. It’s the answers to the questions we all ask from time to time: Who am I? Why am I? What am I doing here?

The answers I found outside of me never felt right. Never satisfied the burning within. It was something more, something that when I touched it drove me to tears so deep I couldn’t even put into words what I was feeling beyond Love or God because those are the words associated with such a great knowing on such an intrinsic level.

I was reminded of this as I listened to the tapes of A Return to Love by Marianne Williamson, a book I read last year that spoke so deeply to me. To hear her voice speak about her spiritual crisis resonated. I could relate. I have been in spiritual crisis for 20 years going from depression to anger to sadness to self-loathing to the whole gamut of destructive emotions and back, feeling a great degree of loneliness. As I started to identify that Fear was rampant in my life a year ago and to choose love, this woman had broken it down in much the same way many years before. To hear talk about how the patterns all rolled despite so much progress. Another thing I could relate to.

The spiritual crisis is probably the single most unrecognized challenge that each person faces. Each incarnation of the Soul faces it because the point of life is to remember the Diamond within, to recognize that there is a chord of Love that connects it All, that there is purpose to the experience, to the journey of the Soul through its thousands of lives.

So back to license plates, well I had the diamond dreams and then a dream where I am telling a woman that someone was not her Soul Mate. She looked appalled. I adjusted the window and then the key fit and I told her but it could be. Later in the day during my waking state, I was on my way to do a hike and turned around at the last minute because my phone rang. I headed back and the car that pulled in front of me at that moment, had the license plate: SOL M8. What a mirror to see. Everything we look for outside has to be recognized within because we have the entire world within our beings, again life is subjective. I was looking for so long outside for someone to share an experience with when I have the world to experience and share with myself. I had a vision of a woman and saw it twice in two others over the following years because I had yet to recognize God, to recognize Love within myself. I needed mirrors to see it. And the mirrors left and showed themselves to me in many different ways, from the many people I have connected to in the last year to the connection with the Earth I have felt over thousands of miles. Love is everywhere, we can experience it anywhere because Love is our Truth.

We are Spirit, we are Love, and that is what binds us all.

And that is what I’ve been trying to understand for so long but needed the experience.

Adventures in Urban Mysticism: Tunnel Vision

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We all get it from time to time in more than one facet that is a part of the diamond of the Soul’s existence: Tunnel Vision.

Dun. Dun. Dun! Or the plot thickens.

So tonight I finished up and I emptied the trash and the Universe had an interesting example of tunnel vision, an interesting lesson to teach. A dude burst passed me, an older gent, and I heard him whisper to a buddy: watch this. This was happening behind/to my left side. Ahead I saw a young determined little boy in a wheelchair doing his thing. I immediately gave a silent thank you for my own health and well-being then sent good wishes to our little friend.

Well the older gent, I refuse to call him gentlemen, cut off the kid and grabbed the backside of a woman, presumably an acquaintance, spouse, whatever. As silly as that was, I was livid that he cut off the kid. I felt the animal within me, this animal that’s growing piece by piece on my arm roar. I walked up behind him, my own tunnel vision taking over and if there had been someone else coming toward me I would have cut them off. I caught myself, paused took a breath and walked away.

I recalled a dream I had many years ago of a man riding a motorcycle into an exploding trailer to save a dog. I felt like this energy was breathing through me tonight. I had to check it. I can’t go around knocking people out for being human, I had to take the mirror and turn it around on me…

Lord knows I get my own tunnel vision. It just pissed me off that the Dude cut off little man. As I dug really deep, I could see how there is a part of me that got tunnel vision in the past and ignored the drive of my own wounded inner child.

Life is funny when you watch it. In this case, not just in the laughter kind of way…

Adventures in Urban Mysticism: Tell Me You’re F’n Psychic!!!

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Tonight was one of those nights. Funny, because my teacher just told me yesterday: don’t worry if someone goes off on you, it’s something they need to work out, you’re just the one who has to receive it. I had closed up and was deep in writing, so close to the completion of a book, a book that has taken my whole lifetime to figure out in terms of what was burning inside to be said, and is climaxing right now, like literally ready to be born. So I was caught up in the Flow and I had to write. When all of a sudden…

I hear a rattling and a knocking. I hear someone (didn’t need to be psychic to tell that this person was obviously a drunken male) joke: Wanna get your palm read? I don’t know why, I usually ignore it but I walked outside to see what was up. A big white dude accompanied by a tiny red-faced woman (also drunk) and who decided to get right in my face. He backed down when I asked if there was a problem. I must have had a Demon vibe / Don’t mess with JMAW eyes going on or something because he would have crushed me based on the stats (Dude was pretty swoll) but he backed down anyway. But I was using the wrong set of eyes with her. Apparently she wanted the bedroom eyes…

Boy, I can’t read women and their cues sometimes because she gets in my face and screams: Tell me you’re f***ing psychic! I calmly start to reply: We all are intuitive and psychic, it’s how much…

TELL ME YOU’RE F’N Psychic!

I breathe. The dude starts laughing and I’m not entirely sure what I said but I do know it was like a symphony flowing out of me. I began calmly explaining my stance that psychic abilities and intuition comes down to how much one utilizes them. Which gradually led to me raising my voice and closing: Now don’t yell at me and get out of my f***ing face! Because she was literally within the going for the kiss zone. That’s how all up in my grill this chick was.

Well apparently, bedroom eyes and kiss was right because he pulls her away, all dog with his tail between the legs-like and they walk off quiet when all of a sudden I hear her yell: Have fun sucking your own…

You get the picture. Oh what a night, what a life!

Note: Random drunken people and working psychics were not hurt during the manifestation of this life broadcast.

And Please Note: Heavy Sarcasm.