THE ANSWER TO 1984 IS 1776

There was a time when humans thought these truths to be self-evident that all men are created equal.  Since those famous words in 1776, the idea and concept of the United States has seen many struggles.  One thing that has been constant since its ratification in 1787, is the Constitution.  This legal document to create a more just union has been a foundation for constitutional governance all over the world.  Now are times that try our souls though.  The Constitution is being held up to the light once again being asked to lead this country again out of the short-sighted and narrow views of those that use this document as a means to enslave us.  In Thomas Paine’s Common Sense it plainly states,

“The cause of America is in a great measure the cause of all mankind.  Many circumstances hath, and will arise, which are not local, but universal, and through which the principles of all Lovers of Mankind are affected, and in the event in which, their affections are interested.  The laying a country desolate with fire and sword, declaring war against the natural rights of all mankind, and extirpating the defenders thereof from the face of the earth, is the concern of every human to whom nature have given to power of feeling.” 

Today much is at stake for the Union.  With a keen eye and an honest heart, one can see where we this country is headed.  The question  becomes what can one do against tyranny that is the most effective?  After making yourself aware that your rights are gone, don’t get lost in the data or feelings of anger or discouragement.

“Society is produced by our wants, and government by our wickedness;  the former promotes our happiness positively by uniting our affections, the latter negatively by restraining our vices.  The one encourages intercourse, the other creates distinction.  The first is a patron, the last is a punisher.” 

Without proper care and dialogue, the vultures that are picking on the carcass of the American dream will succeed.  Its time we once again look to the past, and see in those wounds hold the fertile seeds of change.  This country did not grow from the complicity of good men, but rather from a desire by those that would call forth a better day for our children’s children.  Those desires may be different from person to person, but the general outline is the same.  Human beings would prefer to govern themselves in their daily affairs with little to no interference from others.  Now is the time to focus on what self responsibility means in relation to oneself and the others around you.  Common ends will lead to common solutions, whereas greed and selfishness will turn our country over to the wolves.  “Now is the seed-time of continental union, faith, and honor.” 

Mr. Paine had a firm belief and desire for people to see their own leadership abilities; that they have a personal stake in their own growth for themselves as well as there community.  It is important though to not take a blind eye at history and assume that these men were perfect.  Like you and I, they were human, fallible, and complicated.  The revolution that happened in this country almost 250 years ago continued many a times since and will continue until the swords are turned into plowshares.  To take the approach that the United States of America is a finished product and this current situation is the best we can aspire too is short sighted.  Now is the time to ask questions for yourself and the others on this planet that can elevate us to a higher level of consciousness and truly fulfill those opening lines of the Declaration of Independence.  So here is my story, maybe like yours, maybe not, but a saga nonetheless.

　A couple things I would like to point out before you begin reading my story.  First, all these events happened.  Granted the meaning gathered from these events was my brain/mind’s own invention but the events are factual.  Second, the only time during these experiences I was under any influence of drugs or alcohol was after my meeting with Dr. Paul on 1/10/12.  Third, I have never been diagnosed ‘crazy’ by a jury of my peers or a paid professional.  Whatever ‘crazy’ means, has anyone seen our reflection of the world lately.

SIGNS IN THE FORM OF NUMBERS

911

Several days before Sept. 11^th last year I was at the grocery store when the change I got back was $9.11.  How odd I thought that this number appeared a few days before the anniversary of the attack.  If that had been the last time I noticed the number, I could have easily written it off as an anomaly that my mind created meaning around, due to proximity of the anniversary date.  What happened next though was impossible for my brain to deny.  For several weeks afterwards I would peek at the clock and see 911, or I would notice 911 watching the times in the quarter of a football game. Sometimes the number would appear in other number sequences.  I didn’t know what to do with this information, because honestly who the hell do you ask about this, and not come off sounding crazy?  Finally I decided to do a test and see if I couldn’t just find the number 911 randomly if I went looking for it.  I went to a menu screen on my DirecTV DVR and found a random person in a movie to look up their birth date.  The birth month was nine and the last number in there birth day and birth year were each one. I’ll be damned, can this no longer just be a coincidence? 

Hesitant to tell anyone about this, I took a shot and told my friend Jeremiah in Florida.  After explaining how this number was repeating in my daily life, he didn’t really know what to make of it.  Neither did I, but I was happy afterwards the phenomenon stopped. 

After several weeks of not seeing 911 pop up around me, I assumed that my mind had let whatever was going on stop.  Well, then the number started appearing again. No matter who I told, it would not stop.  Finally after some consideration that maybe the creative forces of the universe were trying to get my attention, I paused and reflected on how I could use this time marker in my life.  I think it’s fair to assume that the connotation around the number 911 for most people in this country is negative.  There are different reasons why this is so;  That day in our collective memories brings up sheer horror for the people killed or hurt in the attacks.  Maybe you share a sense of anger and want to destroy those that would choose to destroy us.  Maybe you feel that our government itself was responsible, or at the very least culpable for the events of that day.  I’m sure there are many more reasons that make that number strike up negativity in the collective American mind.

The decision that came from my heart next was the polar opposite of those events.  Every time I saw those numbers I consciously chose to pause everything in my life for a moment, stop my mind and refocus on the creative nature of existence.  I knew that even within this horrible moment in our shared experiences, that there was still room to not be scared or fearful but rather use the moment to plant a mental seed of peace and reflection.  Since that decision to be awake at this moment and tune into a deeper reality I have spoken to a few people about my conscientious choice. 

While I was driving back from dropping off my grandma from Thanksgiving dinner, I was alone with my father. I decided to share with him the abnormality that was happening to me, and how I was using it to propagate positive energy outward.  My dad was skeptical at that maybe my mind was trying to rationalize something that was based in chaos.  The feelings I had of disconnection with him about my truth versus how he interpreted them were at first very frustrating.  How can something so real and vivid to me not be so, even if another person is not privy to that experience?

On Dec. 23^rd, 2011 I was leaving the gym after a short work out when I turned off my mp3 player.  I had just been listening to George Gershwin and was taking out my headphones to drive, when I saw the time elapsed in the song.  At this point rather than try to justify what was obviously happening inside me, I surrendered.  On Christmas morning, I had an extended conversation with my father about my feelings and how I felt disconnected from him;  basically telling him that I didn’t trust telling him about my spiritual experiences with the world around me and the ways in which I was deciphering those experiences.  It was at this point that a major breakthrough happened between me and my old man. My Dad told me that he had thought more about what I had said to him Thanksgiving night and how that had lead him to some verses in bible (Isaiah 30:19-26).  Its important to remember that even though those around you, may not be having the same direct experience as you are, they are listening and may be bring a different but profound aspect back to the table.

1111

This number first became clear to me the day of 11/11/11.  I didn’t focus on the meaning of the number at the time but a very strange occurrence happened the evening of that day.  11/11/11 was on a Friday and since I had to be awake at 5:45 the next morning to work at 7, I was in bed before 10:00 that night.  Out of a deep sleep I awoke at exactly 11:11.  I wish I had been under the influence, so maybe I could just have been like “hey, that’s cool”, but when you are aware of the synchronicity of an event like this it can be weird.  Nothing more came of my waking up and shortly thereafter I went back to sleep.  Had that been the end of that number appearing though then I would not felt it necessary to expand on noticing it.

On Dec. 17, 2011 my family was traveling to Kansas City from Omaha for a Christmas celebration with my father’s side of the family.  After about two hours we decided to stretch our legs, get some coffee, and use the restroom.  We pulled off I-29 to a nearby Sinclair and did our business.  Since I was driving I noticed the trip odometer was at 111.1.  This wouldn’t have been that big of deal except when my brother a few minutes later commented the time was 1:11.  Weird anomaly or was something on my radar that I was not aware of yet?  You can make your own conclusions.

WALKING THE WALK or MANY ARE CALLED, FEW ARE CHOSEN

At 4:44 Thursday morning 1/5/12 I awoke from a very vivid dream.  It was the most bizarre thing though because before I could even try to decode the dream, my mind was pulled away from this thought.  The antenna inside me made a profound statement.  I was to go to New Hampshire the following Tuesday and deliver a message to Ron Paul in person.  Let me digress for a moment to keep you up to speed.

Several years ago I felt that a great independent presidential ticket for the U.S. would be Ron Paul running with Dennis Kucinich as vice president.  Most people that I told this idea to thought that the idea was crazy or had some merits of truth in it (As my friend Jeremiah put it so articulately recently, its so crazy what‘s not to love about it). I ask my readers to consider looking into both men’s platforms, educate yourself and look at the nuanced positions both men take.  Although both men are at the exact opposite end of the political spectrum, within their voting records and the platforms they champion, they actually have similar views on the role that the Executive branch should have within the federal government, with respect to the constitution.   

A voice inside me that felt like a separate entity said I must deliver this message to Ron Paul directly about him and Dennis Kucinich running together on one ticket and change the discussion in this country from division to inclusion working toward creating a new destiny for our country.  The obvious questions rooted in self-doubt came forth.  How am I going to do this?  By doing it.  G-d, why me?  Why not you?  How am I going to meet Ron Paul?  By going to him and meeting him.  What if Ron Paul doesn’t heed my message?  Your role is that of a messenger, and all people have free choice, your job is speak this truth in his ear and let him discern for himself if this path follows his.  What will I say to Ron Paul when I see him?  You will let the spirit speak through you and the words will ring with truth and love.

After this dialogue that went on in my head I felt a certain weight lifted from me.  I knew that I had a path chosen before me, and that there was no way I could turn away from it if I was to trust myself in future critical endeavors in life.  Just like that, a light went on inside me, and I knew that I would walk this path.

FOCUS, HEARING, LISTENING, AND USING THE MIND AS A SPEAR

Thursday morning I got up early for work so I could figure out how to get to New Hampshire.  Looking at the Rand McNally maps without a computer handy, I figured the drive from Omaha to Concord, would be about 26 hours.  That seemed nearly impossible considering I couldn’t start driving until Sunday afternoon after getting off of work around four.  I considered Greyhound, or perhaps I thought to myself I should go to South Carolina.  The voice from inside immediately checked me though and said No, go now.  Another question in my mind that made me laugh was, “geez G-d, you couldn’t have told me a few days ago to deliver this message considering the Iowa caucuses were two days before.  Ok, Ok, I’m just going to be led.”  Rather than question myself which I know I have done relentlessly, I trusted my intuition.  So no conclusions were made before going to work but somehow I just knew that things would work out.

After I was done working, I went to my parents house and started looking into airline tickets and the price of renting a car to drive.  Boston is an hour away from Concord and flights to leave Monday morning were $400 after taxes.  Not only was the price reasonable, but they were similar, if not cheaper than driving to New Hampshire.  All I needed to do now was find some people to work the days I would be gone and make travel arrangements.  I got off the computer and the clock said 4:44.  Well now this got me thinking about what was going on.  I mean why were these numbers continuously finding their way to my eyes to decode them.  Doing a quick google search for the number 444 this is what I found.

Thousands of angels surround you at this moment, loving and supporting you. You have a very strong and clear connection with the angelic realm, and are an Earth angel yourself. You have nothing to fear—all is well.

444 is also equated with perfect love in gematria math.  In Hebrew, each letter possesses a numerical value. Gematria is the calculation of the numerical equivalence of letters, words, or phrases, and, on that basis, gaining, insight into interrelation of different concepts and exploring the interrelationship between words and ideas.  Here is a verse that is mentioned at bible wheel.com

There is no fear in love; but perfect love castes out fear:  because fear hath torment.  He that feareth is not made perfect in love.     

- 1 John 4:18

There are many sites and videos online that attest to these numbers being noticed by people all over the world along with all sorts of ideas as to their meanings.  Now I’m not going to spend much more time going into the meanings of those talisman’s but they will show up throughout the rest of this journey.  Thursday evening I was able to find replacements for all my shifts at my job and focused my attention on rest since my upcoming journey would be full of new and amazing experiences.  Friday,  I went to work and was hopeful that the tickets I had found the previous night would still be available to me that afternoon.  That morning, my friend Dana was looking at her phone and the time was 11:11.  She told to tell me about how she was getting new insight from a book I had lent her recently called The Power of Now by Eckhart Tolle. After work I went to get to my plane ticket and look for things to do in Boston, places to eat, just basically set some sort of agenda for my time when I was not in New Hampshire for the primary on Tuesday. 

After buying the ticket and looking at some of the attractions in Boston, I stepped outside to grab a notebook for all the information I needed for the trip.  The sun was setting and all these amazing colors were shining from the horizon.  For the first time in awhile, I truly felt the moment.  At this point I headed home purpose driven to clean, make a list of stuff I was taking, and relax from a full day. 

While I was making some notes for my trip, the Cotton Bowl was on television.  Normally when I watch sports, I fast-forward thru the commercials and just watch the game.  Since the game was really just background noise though, I let the game run in real-time.  My ears caught a commercial that was speaking to what was before me.  It was a commercial for Kansas State university but here are the phrases that caught my attention. I hope you can imagine how profound this moment was for me considering where I was at internally.

“Consider transforming the entire planet with just one big idea.  Consider answering the call to lead the next greatest generation.  Consider finding your true purpose through an exchange of ideas.  Consider using your creativity to leave your mark on the world.  Consider stretching your mind today to create a completely new tomorrow.” 

After that, I went to work out at the gym and had some synchronicity go on around me at the gym with the music (Pearl Jam’s Do the Evolution on the PA).  The only reason I heard this song is because my friend Kay showed up after I had left her a text before leaving my phone in the car.  She was thinking about texting me but didn’t. She decided to take a shower and go anyways. It was then that she saw my message waiting for her.  When my workout was over I returned home for a restful evening.  Before finally falling asleep though my spirit was ready for liftoff and my mind complied.  Never in my life have I felt the closeness, oneness, or whatever word can describe the presence of divinity holding me so close.  All thoughts about myself suddenly became contextual around others and the spirals of emotions, ideas, and perspectives that I began to see from their view.  At this moment tears began to flow freely from me.  I had never felt pure joy like this before in my life.  To be able to cut through the illusions and begin to see the people around me as interlinked in a destiny where are all cut from the same infinite and divine mold is indescribable.  I finally knew through a revelation what Jesus truly meant and desired when he said to love our neighbors as ourselves.  As if this wasn’t enough a new energy shocked my brain.  The source was there with me, within me, I within it, and I resided as one within it, and at the same time, separate and still a part of it.   At this point a deep peace and purpose came forth.  I touched my hands against the wall and could feel the energy from the touch flow through my fingers all the way down my arms.  I was ALIVE and ready for rest.

Saturday was a fresh start.  Knowing that I was running open arms into destiny was mystifying to say the least and at the same time saying it best.  All day long I tried to listen to the words of others around me and work on using my energy so that I could give at any moment to those that asked if possible.  Now two very important events unfolded during the day that led me to deeper revelations within myself.

Late Saturday morning, a girl named Daniela I know asked to speak to me later on some issues that were between us.  I obliged and said yes I had time to hear what she wanted to say after we were done working.  Even though there was little to no conversation between us for most of the day, I felt a sharp pain begin to come from my stomach as my shift was ending.  Now usually when we are sick we can assume something biologically is wrong within our bodies.  In this instance though I knew the disease in me was being caused by serious questions and disconnections from my mind’s take on things, my actual feelings on the matters, and the reality that the two of us created simultaneously that spoke nothing of our internal truths.  At this moment, I knew that I would prefer not to talk with Daniela regardless of what she had to say be it positive or negative from my point of view, so that my mind would stay razor sharp for my trip in two days.

All the while the energy with this girl was unfolding my mind was focused primarily on taking any thought that I may have and spontaneously using it in my interactions with the people around me.  Normally I would not advise this, but this day, the veil had been lifted.  When one truly sees their own reflection in all events, words, and people around them, the thoughts produced from the energy are tuned in and the mind is able to not muddle itself with being someplace else other than in this moment, things change.  I mean literally, change right in front of you, where the process between thought, word, and deed are created almost instantaneously in the outer world where you become the creator and the created all at once.  This can become a dangerous road to travel if one is not willing to surrender to the river within and listens to the ego as the primary source of truth.  A moment created itself out of thin air that let me know then that it was time to use every part of me and put it out there.

I was serving two women their lunch.  I was able to make a connection with most people that I was serving while these internal changes were happening.  During their meal we had friendly and humorous banter.  I had a genuine desire to be (t)here now.  As one woman was paying the bill, her red glasses were on the table to the right of her.  My thought at that moment was “Don’t forget your glasses”, but my brain immediately processed another piece of information.  Right below her glasses were her keys about two inches away.  My next thought was she won’t forget her glasses because they are right next to her keys.  So rather than go with my first instinct, I slipped.  Several minutes later as I was walking by my table, I saw the table had been clean, but there were those red glasses sitting alone on the table.  Immediately I laughed.  To once again see the inner manifest the outer was surreal.  At this point I grabbed the glasses, looked all around the restaurant, went outside and checked to see if the two women were within my sight.  I had no luck.  Frustrated yet laughing the whole time at myself I started to walk back to my tables.  As I turned the corner I almost ran over the lady I was looking for.  At this point, after not originally going with my gut instinct, I let my energy overflow.  “I found your glasses and have been looking for you.  You know what’s funny?  I actually thought to tell you not to forget your glasses but I figured that you would not forget them since they were right by your keys.”  She replied, “Oh, honey I am a flake. I forget things all the time.  I would have probably forgot them regardless.”  Wow, to share your inner moment and the person next to you to understand, and still show love even though I did not trust my instinct felt like G-d letting me know hey, its ok, you know now, use it.  After this brief but powerful exchange with one another, I noticed two things this woman was wearing.  First, her hoodie had the words St. Benedictine College on it and the second was her hat.  I had noticed her hat earlier at the table but all I had seen was a stick figure on it and not the writing on the other side of the hat.  Inscribed right there before me were the words life is good.  After she left, I felt a great deal of self-confidence about using my thoughts as a tool to create a world bubble around me based on my own truth and perception.  We are constantly doing this regardless, but to actually know this and use it as an application to spread love, kindness, and compassion within and around me. 

After this new experience, I had to tell Daniela now was not the time to discuss whatever it was that she felt necessary to say.  As I was getting ready to leave work, I explained without going into much detail that I would prefer not to focus on whatever she felt the need to say to me right now. 

The energy around her changed dramatically at this point and without hesitation the words she spoke felt like venom in my veins.  Keep in mind that I have not spoken to this woman in weeks and whatever I thought was good about us before had now become a mystery and took the natural progression to condensed separate energy spheres.  Previously I had written her a brief note on some observations and new insight I had regarding our relationship failures.  Now what I had written could be painful from her point of view, but I wanted to let her know her desire to disconnect from me was not something I would try to manipulate or change.  I could see a larger picture and was willing to just say goodbye. 

Her words came out quickly and viciously in an attempt to try and make me start a fight.  I imagine any other time in my life this event would have caused me to react to that pain with pain, but this time around I just listened and did not attempt to defend myself or attack her point of view.  After she was done telling me her emotions I simply said if that’s how you feel, I accept that, but I really need to go now since I’m very busy planning a trip to Boston.  After telling her I hoped that the rest of her day was great, I got up and walked away.  Without any hesitation she got up and followed me and continued to vent.  There was little I could do at this point, so I just listened.  After she was done trying to her hurt me, I told her goodbye.  I wish that was the end of it but the mind has a way of letting you second guess internally beyond that one outer moment.  So of course I had to pay a price mentally for her words and unfortunately could not just let it go inside.

Saturday evening I hung out with my family and just continued to look at things to do while I was in Boston.  I was explaining to my mother at this point how focused my mind was in relation to the events that would unfold on Tuesday in New Hampshire.  Even though I was doing all the necessary things one would do to go on a trip, the main event was Tuesday.  Yet when it came to the moments on Tuesday, I had crystal clear clarity and understood that those events would unfold naturally if I would just hold the moment like a roller coaster, and let destiny proceed accordingly.  So even though my brain was swirling around maps, hotels, points of interest, and what would transpire;  I had a sense of peace and surrender to the moment that could break a hole in time and space and trigger a new choice on this plane of existence.  The synchronicity around me was endless.  That evening, ESPN was showing an E:60 program on Dwayne Wade and his mother Jolinda Wade.  Having grown up for parts of my childhood and adult life in Miami, I am a huge Miami Heat fan.  I have great respect for Dwayne and how he has been able to channel a passion into a living and more importantly giving back with time, energy, and love in other endeavors in his life.  Now, the program was giving me another inspiration into my journey.  A segment in the show explains Jolinda’s work as a minister mirroring that with her earlier life as an on the run drug addict.  A clip from a church service cuts to Jolinda saying,

“Many are called, but few are chosen. (speaking as G-d) See that’s because when I call them they won’t come out, they won’t listen, they won’t believe the signs Jolinda.” 

Before bed that night I had a prayer to ask above.  God, when I talk to Dr. Paul how will I communicate what it is I am trying to bring forth?  Phillip, what is Ron Paul thinking?  This insight led me to see an important truth. If you desire to bring new ideas into another person’s mind you must first listen to them so that you have a better understanding where they are coming from.  Since we are all truly interconnected on levels we can’t even begin to fathom yet, it may be a prudent thing to do to speak your truth internally now, but listen to the words and energy around you.  I knew on Monday I would be doing some research in Boston about what it was Dr. Paul was saying aka thinking. 

It seems impossible to sleep some nights, Saturday was one of those nights.  After seeing the solution to the Ron Paul situation, I saw a powerful word come forth.  Liberty, liberty, liberty.  Where was I going on Tuesday?  New Hampshire.  What is the state motto?  Live free or die.  Now this may just seem like a slogan in a world where we are constantly bombarded with people trying to vie for our attention but live free or die is a way of life.  If you don’t believe me then why don’t you check out some people that have truly transcended time with their values and ideas.  This country was founded on liberty and even though our founders did not complete the ideals, we can.

After having this inspiration flow through me, I still had to deal with the energy that I would put forth towards Daniela the next day also.  There were many ideas that came to my mind regarding this but I asked myself what is my truth?  After disseminating all the different thoughts and working them together, the words laced with love rang most true.  I would say my truth the next day and not let pain enter my equation.

I woke up early for work to meditate and focus on one thing.  Liberty.  Every moment I could focus on the concept of a free world, where we the people are serving one another, exploring the possibilities of our mind versus reality, and the process to get there, I did.  As my shift at work was ending, I waited for my family to come into my restaurant for lunch.  We were celebrating my birthday from the previous week and I was really looking forward to the moments I would have with my people before my trip the next day.  While we were waiting for our food, I approached Daniela about what was on my heart.  Even though she was still in combat mode I just uttered it.  I explained how no matter the outcome, I still saw her as a blessing in my life and how she was teaching me valuable lessons in unconditional love.  I didn’t even get angry when she responded that I was doing this for myself.  On one level I was doing this for myself because ultimately your highest ideals for yourself and others don’t amount to squat if you don’t practice love and honesty with people in your daily lives.  On another level though, I wanted to plant a seed that no matter how people treat you and the pain that we suffer, I don’t have to share in those conclusions.

After a fantastic lunch with my family, I went back to my parents house to get some new clothes for Tuesday, and also get anything that I needed to borrow for the trip.  I don’t normally spend much time reading the Bible, but I wanted to reread the Sermon on the Mount before my travels.  Well I thought the passages were in a different portion of the gospels and was led to another spot in the book.  There were three areas in Matthew that caught my attention.  Matthew 18, 13:11-23, and 5:48.  When I finally found the passages for the Sermon on the Mount, the opening verse had a note that led me Psalms 22:26-28. 

The meek shall eat and be satisfied;  they shall praise the Lord that seek him;  your heart shall live forever.

All the ends of the world shall remember and turn unto the Lord;  and all the kindreds of the nation shall worship before thee.

For the kingdom is the Lord’s; and he is the governor among the nations.

I will explain why this verse became so engrained in my thoughts in my conclusions because other events take place later to reinforce them.  After having these words come to my attention and seeing how they applied to my life and this moment I put on some headphones and let the music play.  One CD that has been very powerful recently in my life is Distant Relatives by Nas and Damian Marley.  The beats and lyrics are entwined with divine creation.  It was the perfect time to revisit this refreshing album.  If you are not familiar with this album I suggest checking it out.  You will not be disappointed.

BOSTON IN THE HOUSE

Alright here’s the deal, whatever I can reference for you the rest of the way I will, but most of this journey is about seeing the symbols around me, using them to go forth, and being open to my own experiences with creation.  A couple of ground rules were established in my head so that I could be a vehicle in my journey but not a emperor of sorts.  First, I knew that I was not only traveling so that I would see new surroundings but that the people around me would also be integral part of the process.  It was necessary for me to not necessarily say much in regards to my own path around me but rather just listen to words that would flow from other people’s mouths around me.  Another ground rule I established was using my first thought as the primary vehicle for my experience.  When the moment is happening time does not stop for a debate, so rather than force myself upon the moment, I would let the days unfold in a way that would allow it to reveal itself.  Lastly, I would never be afraid to ask of things that I would truly need, and at the same time not be afraid to offer up any resource I had available to me for the ones around me.

My (step)mother picked me up at about 6:30 in the morning.  I was so giddy internally.  I was stepping on a plane to the unknown and at the same time very focused on just being present.  As we headed down the highway my mom commented the heater was not working in the car, so I looked at the console and the knob was turned all the way on cold air.  We had a good laugh over this and at that point it was obvious there may still be a little crust in her eyes.  The drive was silent for the most part with my inner just focusing on all the energy I could feel inside me and around me. 

After I got dropped off, took off my shoes and what not, I waited for the plane to board.  I decided to text my dad and call my mom in Miami.  This is the text I sent to my dad.

“I just wanted to acknowledge that there seems to be a greater understanding between us and I thank you for not saying much and letting me do the work.  It’s amazing to think of the seed you planted 33 years ago from love.  I’m busy planting father.  Hope to choose the fruit from the tree of life now.  I love you more than words can tell, Son.” 

As I sent this text to my dad and spoke to my mother the emotion inside just let loose and I wept.  As my mom asked me why I was crying at the same time my dad shot me back a text asking “are you on board yet?”  I explained to my mom how joyful I was to be working from my own instincts and laughed at the thought about my dad’s text.  Keep in mind the whole oneness thing.  Its as if the universe was probing me in a loving, funny way about being on board.  My dad then sent me a text while he was driving his truck,

“Am praying that God’s will in your life on earth is done as God’s will is done in heaven.  Love you much dad err son err whatever.  Be blessed.  Have to drive now.”

I was fortunate enough to get window seats for all my flights to and from Boston, what a gift.  As we began liftoff , I saw one of the most beautiful sights my eyes seen.  A full moon was hanging over Omaha and with the sun almost awake, there were beautiful bands of light above and below the moon.  Like the colors of the rainbow but richer, I saw blue, purple, and pink.  Oh what a sight to see.  Immediately some lyrics to a song, Night of 1000 stars came to mind and I put on a CD with it.  Here are some of the lyrics that moved me. 

“Full Moon rising over Alcatraz, hanging there like a big topaz…Doin whatever the Lord commands…paid my taxes in whiskey and blood…Remember the night of 1000 stars when love sang naked in the reservoir.”

 For the remainder of my flight to Chicago I just tried to stay focused on the present, listening to music, reading words of wisdom, and letting my mind fly like a butterfly.  When the plane began its descent into O’Hare we came around the southern side of the city.  To see the planet and the city hanging there on Lake Michigan like a child holding onto the handlebars of a bicycle speeding down a steep height, I really focused my senses.  As we got closer to the city I was able to see the tenements, the school buses picking up the kids for another day at school, the grid lines of the city, the lights changing from red to green.  To look over the city and realize millions of people are just going about another day was inspiring. 

I had little over an hour to spend in Chicago, so I called my mom again and sat on the marble floor and just rapped with her.  I also decided to ask for help with meeting Ron Paul the next day.  I called his congressional office and explained that I would be in Boston for a couple of days and wanted to know if they had any details on his itinerary.  Unfortunately they were not able to help directly.  We have a law that does not allow for an active congressman to be able to give out campaign information via their congressional office.  As it should be since the matters of that office should deal with Dr. Paul’s district in Texas.  The gentlemen on the phone was able to pass along an 800 number for me though.  I called that number, and although they did not have a press release for Tuesday ready, I was able to get the address for his campaign headquarters in Concord.  I found it funny that the business suite was 3D.  After finding out this bit of information, I ate an orange and waited for my flight to Boston.

Before taking a brief nap on my final flight before landing, I read a little bit of a book called The New Revelations by Neal Donald Walsch.  On page 161 a great epiphany was brought forth about some struggles that I was seeing in a few inter-personal relationships around me. 

“It is helpful to understand that when someone is fighting with you, they are usually fighting for your attention.  If they could get you to hear them, and to help them with what is hurting them, without going to battle with you, they would forgo the battle, if only to remove themselves from danger…What hurts you so much that you feel you have to hurt me to heal it?” 

Seeing these words and applying them to interpersonal relationships and then by extension seeing this sequence being played over and over with each other on micro and global scales woke me up.  Rather than trying to conceive the world through the eyes of what is, I would speak and act the truths of the deeper meaning around the concept of self.  After reading this I put the book down and just focused my thoughts on seeing the world through others and putting back loving energy around me.  Shortly thereafter the plane began to descend over Boston.  I saw an amazing Victorian house surrounding by many trees and from above it looked like a carving on the side of the earth full of rich, dark, natural colors.  Before I could even really comprehend this image, the plane took me by one of the most beautiful sites my eyes have ever laid on.  The contrast between the homes I saw in Chicago and Boston overhead was quite a contrast.  Below me were Victorian houses everywhere.  The sense of history began to overwhelm me, but before I could even ponder that, the plane went eye-level over an inlet before landing at Logan.  From my vantage point the houses on this inlet looked like a miniature Victorian doll house scene that I remember my aunt having when I was a child.  Even though I was thousands of miles away from the scenes of my life, I knew I was home.

ENTER THE DRAGON

As I was waiting for my shuttle to get my rental car, my mom called me to let me know that her friend in Miami had some siblings in the Boston area; so if I got lost or needed anything just ask.  I was so thankful for my wonderful mother who was looking into my well-being constantly during my travels.  When I got on the shuttle (which showed up immediately as I walked to the shuttle area, -thank you universe) U2’s, Where The Streets Have No Name began to play on the radio. 

“I want to run, I want to hide, I want to tear down the walls that hold me inside, I want to reach out and touch the flame, where the streets have no name..” 

A tear fell from my eye, it dawned me how much love and blessings were floating in my reality right now.  I arrived at the rental car center a few moments later, picked up my car and was ready to see the city.

So I started driving into Boston from Logan International.  Now its been some time since I’ve driven in a major city, so I had to quickly acclimate myself, and pretend, like I knew where I was going.  I had a GPS device with me but I found out that tool was almost useless driving in the city.  As I sped along the interstate missing turns to get to the central library, everything I saw was brand new.  I missed my first turn off I-93 and continued south for a few minutes before finally getting off.  My friend Jeremiah specifically told me last year when he visited Boston how many Dunkin’ Donuts there were in Boston.  Once I got off the interstate it quickly became apparent why Jeremiah told me this.  Man, there are Dunkin’ Donuts everywhere.  If Boston were ever nuked, three things would remain:  cockroaches, rats and Dunkin’ Donuts. 

As I’m backtracking to the library after missing the first exit, I just listen to the music of Earth, Wind, and Fire play over the GPS’s random directions while I watched the buildings and people around me.  I had forgot how pedestrians in a big city don’t seem to care too much about cars and just do as they please.  The one thing I will say about Boston is that the people are in shape from walking everywhere.  The women in Boston know how to dress, yes sir they do, even with it being 40 degrees outside.  After 30 minutes or so of taking in the drive, I arrived on Boylston Street. 

I ended up parking a few blocks away from the library.  When I got out of the car I immediately saw a park with some revolutionary war statues around the perimeter.  There was also a beautiful church right next to the park. I grabbed my camera and went to the meter to get a parking slip.  I asked a gentleman for help. He was asking people to sign petitions and donate to planned parenthood.  He didn’t really know how to work the meter either but we began to talk about life.  Scott Maloney is a motivational speaker who is traveling the country talking with people about the destructive properties of alcohol.  He was working his last day for planned parenthood before moving onto his next journey.  His mission as stated on his face book page is

“To eliminate destructive decisions made under the influence of alcohol.  To spread word of full physical & cognitive recovery from catastrophic injury.” 

At one point I was digging out my atm card and handed him a five dollar bill to hold for me, that the machine didn’t take initially.  My mind said “what if he takes my money”, but I killed that fear instantaneously.  I hadn’t even gave it a thought when I asked him to hold the Lincoln for me in the first place, why should I let me mind produce fear now.  I told Scott that I was heading to the park and hoped that his future endeavors would be rich and full of promise.

Looking online, I now know I was at the Boston Public Garden.  There is a giant bridge that connects the park and the lake was a sheet of ice.  I called my mom just to check in.  When I went to take some photos, I realized that I had taken out the batteries for the flight and never put them back in.  Doh, Homer Simpson moment.  As I was talking to my mom a beautiful grey and white squirrel came right up to me.  Unfortunately, I had no food to feed it and when I stood up from my hunched position the critter ran off.  I told my mom that I had forgotten my gloves at home and how I wished I had them now.  After our brief conversation, I headed to the library since I only needed a moment to refresh without my camera working.  So I walked several blocks down to the Boston Public Library to do research.  During that five block walk I heard four different languages my ears had never heard.  As I looked at the people around me, tears began to come forward again.  This is something I would have to get used to.

I was bummed that I wouldn’t be able to take any pictures of the library tonight since I had forgot my batteries in the car but I was hoping to make it back there Wednesday.  That never happened, but what I can tell you is the architecture in this building is amazing.  The building is full of statues, plaques of wisdom, beautiful angles, of polished stones, and a genuine feeling of old and new all at the same time.  The Boston Public Library is the oldest library in the United States.  I walked in and asked for help at the information desk to find the public computers.  I followed the route given to me and in the middle of the library is a large garden area.  I was amazed by the use of space by the planners of the city.  What a great idea, to put a garden in the middle of the library.  I walked up to the door to go into the computer area and a girl opened up the door for me.  Is that Sarah, my mind asked?  I swear this girl looked exactly like a friend of mine from work in Omaha.  Strangely enough, within a matter of minutes, Sarah text me while I was on the computer in the library. 

I was given an hour pass on the computers as a guest and quickly got to work.  I used wikiquotes for a list of things said by Ron Paul and Dennis Kucinich, then I watched some recent stump speeches to hear what Dr. Paul was saying or thinking.  Then something happened near me that opened up another layer in me  I began to hear the end of a statement that a man a couple computer stations away was making rather loudly in the library.  I did not hear what he said initially since I was focusing on my work but where I caught the conversation, well, the divine is always present.  The gentleman started telling everyone that someone had left a pair of gloves at the computer station and if that person wasn’t in earshot then a free pair of gloves was up for grabs.  Ha, ha there are my gloves that I need to warm my hands.  But I hesitated and seconds later some girl came up and took them off the man’s hands.  Alright I told myself, you need to be aware of the vibrations around you and constantly be aware of your surroundings.  A couple of minutes later that same guy starting playing a harmonica right in the middle of the library (omg, what a Buddha laugh I’m having right now).  Of course he was escorted out but he was the talk of the library.

I took about 45 minutes writing down quotes and finding a place nearby in China Town to eat.  As I was walking back into the garden a gentleman was standing there and proceeded to offer his fist to me for a fist bump.  I extended my arm and bumped em.  He asked me how my night was going.  I told him I had just arrived in Boston from the Midwest on a quest. 

He inquired, “Why are you in Boston?” 

I replied, “For liberty”

to which he replied  “Ah, l a d y liberty.” 

I chuckled and asked him if he was from Boston, “No, I just teleported here from Washington D.C.” 

Blown away I responded to his remarks with openness, “Wow teleportation, I kind of teleported here, via a 757.” 

He casually told me, “It’s not hard, all you have to do is meditate and take yourself there.” 

At which point I told him I generally meditate 15 minutes a day but that I would consider using my energy inward for longer frequencies. 

His response was a question, “So what are you doing now?” 

“I’m on my way to a place in Chinatown called Buddha’s Delight

”He replied, “I don’t like that place, Thai Palace is a really great spot.”  “Well if it’s not to expensive maybe I should check it out.  Where’s it at?”  “It is expensive but if you know the right people you can get by reasonably,”  he then gave me directions that I don’t much remember. 

At this point  he broke into a smile and told me he was a comedian by trade and that he actually preferred to eat Quizno’s rather than any place else.  After that he said his good-bye and took off in the other direction.  Now the other funny thing is the whole time I was in garden speaking with this traveler about metaphysics, good eats, and laughter;  the gentleman who was escorted out of the library for playing the harmonica was wailing away on it about 12 feet on my left.  I had the nerve to start a conversation with him, but then I looked over at him and saw his eyes closed, fully engaged in that metal harmonizer. I knew that he was indisposed and it would be rude of me to pull him out of his own personal Nirvana.

So I drove down the street to China Town; parking where the GPS said to which appeared to be wrong.  I paid the meter, starting walking down the street, and realized that the numbers on the buildings did not correspond to where I wanted to go.  So I turned around and asked someone for directions.  I walked down another street and went the wrong way but not really.  All the stores were little mom and pop operations with foreign languages stenciled on the doors and windows. I have no idea what those windows said but I was ecstatic.  Overhead an arch went above the streets and the buildings.  I turned the other way, starting walking, had a conversation with a homeless man, handed him some change for his next drink (he told me as much), and went to dinner.  Nothing spectacular but a nice, warm hot meal.  I wanted to call my grandma in Omaha, but there weren’t very many people in the restaurant, so I didn’t want to infringe on their personal space and the silence.  Then I realized that the people working in the restaurant were in the back of the house banging pots, speaking in a foreign language, and not necessarily worried about creating a quiet space.  This was a city full of stories and life, and it was ok to do what you needed to do.  So I called grandma and checked in with her.  She had been taken to the hospital the day before, naturally I was concerned.  She seemed in to be in good spirits and we talked for 15 minutes or so.  She told me about a trip her and my grandpa took to the New England states years ago. 

“O h, Boston, lots of history in Boston.  Well I hope G-d is with you.” 

Near tears now I replied, “He is grandma, he is.” 

I paid my tab and this vivacious older woman with a kitchen apron on started speaking a language that was foreign to my ear.  I asked her, “What is the language you’re speaking?”  She gave this funny look that seemed to say, what you don’t know?  She told me it was Vietnamese and gave out a belly laugh.  I smiled and as I walked out the door I noticed a phone book cover that said THE BOOK IS JUST THE BEGINNING.  I will share my thoughts on this later.  At this point I was on my way to my hotel in Laconia, New Hampshire (90 miles away).

As I drove around Boston, the GPS device was once again useless.  So I went the wrong way multiple times but got to see the Boston Public Garden again; the holiday lights were lit up now and there were many people on foot and jogging.  Absolutely magnificent, the drive around Boston at night was formidable yet great.  When I got on the interstate going North, I just focused on the music and tried to keep with the flow of traffic.  As I was leaving Boston I saw a billboard that said JANUARY 9^TH IS NATIONAL PLAY GOD DAY.  What the fuck?  Well I decided to check this out on the internet when I got back home because I’m sure this sounds crazy but look it up.  Google play God day and you will find out more about it.  I especially liked this website:

http://100smilechallenge.wordpress.com/2012/01/09/play-god-day/

 The deeper I went and the more I surrendered, my external reality literally manifested from my inner thoughts.  Well I laughed and laughed and kept driving.  As I entered into New Hampshire something from inside told me that traffic was slower now and I should slow down.  Rather than question this thought, I immediately obliged my gut slowing down from 80 mph to 72.  Within moments of doing this a state trooper was parked in the middle of the interstate, hidden between trees.  I had surrendered and let the moments unfold around me;  letting the energy flow in a way where I could trust my source about the future.  Now to be honest, I was actually a little paranoid about the law.  I had been using my credit card all day and what if my intentions became clear to the dare I say, the Illuminati (I have no real fear of this stuff).  For anyone that has these thoughts let me warn you.  If your ego is turning you into a king and your energy is flowing from a fearful perspective, you will attract that energy.  Now even if I’m wrong with this statement a bigger truth/question remains.  If you or I are worried about attack even if you infinitely know you are walking in the way, then what difference does it make if the powers that be stop you?  Should you not walk with your spirit out of fear for reprecussions?  Only you can answer this for yourself, but I say no.

After deciding to set the cruise control for the rest of the trip up North, I relaxed.  Another ‘are they after me’ moment happened at my exit to my hotel.  About 10 police cruisers were at the exit but most of them were on the other side of the highway.  It was pretty dark and I wanted nothing more than to get off the highway away from the law, considering all I could see now were blue and red lights on the horizon blinking at me wildly.  There seemed to be a pretty bad accident on the other side of the highway.  This would be confirmed in a few minutes.  My GPS told me I was at my destination when I got off the highway (obviously I should park here, right!) so I went down the road for 5 miles the wrong way around winding curves in small town New Hampshire.  I finally asked for directions at the Soda Shoppe, went back through town, and saw that an officer had blocked the ramp heading South on I-93 thus confirming the severity of the accident. 

The hotel was great.  I got my keys, paid my bill, and asked the attendant if the pool was still open.  She said it normally closed at nine (it was a few minutes till) but tonight she would leave it open till the end of her shift at 11 pm.  I thanked her profusely, had a talk about the weather and the area, then went on my way.  I swam for about 40 minutes and was so thankful for this time to just feel the water, and let my body move after being stuck in a plane and a car for most of the day.  After my swim, I texted my friend in Omaha to let him know that one of his ex-girlfriends from 15 years ago would be in Omaha for an open-mic night with my cousin, her current boyfriend (I had only figured this out the previous day).  We ended up chatting for an hour which was great because life is so time-dependent and as of late we have been growing distant.  After sharing and jiving with Rick I made some brief notes about tomorrow and meditated briefly before letting my eyelids close.