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When it’s Epic

What makes a story Epic? If you go by Hollywood’s portrayal, an epic story is one of grand adventure – it could involve alien invasions or alien abductions or some endless sequence of overcoming one out of this world obstacle after another. “Epic” in the mainstream sense is equated with some larger-than-life external experience showing up to redefine the way you look at the world and maybe even yourself. But in this presentation, it’s all about what’s happening all around you and what’s happening to you…seldom is it about what’s happening through you. I’m not sure what made me ask what makes something “epic” to me. I was reflecting on the past ten years of my life, looking at all of the adventures I’ve gone on and the changes I’ve experienced and I could only settle on one conclusion. What makes an experience epic for me in my own life is not when something apparently unbelievable comes along wrapped up in a giant golden bow but rather when something comes along and unwraps thing

Where ever I go, there I Am

What I love is waking up with the urge to blog! I know it's still a few months early to be writing about this past year but I have to say 2015 for me has been a year of exponential growth, not just in the material sense but in the immaterial as well. I think every season I feel more tuned in, more in touch with the inner unseen wizardry that runs the who. But every season I'm proved wrong as I reach deeper into my bottomless boundless beginning - that beginningless space that writes all the stories of all times and all spaces. Maybe 35 is the magic number because it has been both a rebirth and rocket blast into new spheres of empowerment for me. Bolder. Stronger. Better. Faster. All of the above with a heavy dose of even more lightness-ness. The more I awaken, the less I seem to need to do to live everythign I desire to live.

All Eyes on Three

All the world’s a stage and we’re putting on the performance of a lifetime.  I figure five sleepless nights is good cause to revive this old blog. I have every intention of writing frequently here, since writing is one of my many trusted mirrors that lets me look at myself in a way I understand best. But that intention floats into nothingness somewhere between the full time job, commitment to produce a book every year and life in general. It’s always there in the background though – this thought that says “I really want to post a blog…” Something about the rare full moon last weekend brought with it some energy that my conscious mind hasn’t caught up to yet. Ever since July 2015 hit my life has been unfolding like a dream, an even more vivid dream than one that brought me many moments of magic. Only now I’m not longer the passive observer I once was watching a movie from some un-locatable space inside myself. Now, this cycle, this round, this go-about I’m right at the fron

The Black Eyed Peas - Yesterday

This is now my 2015 summer jam featuring all the jams that were the soundtrack of my youth!

The day I realized my dreams are living me

For as long as I can remember I have loved achievement - that feeling of accomplishing something you set out to accomplish. Now I didn't always understand what that feeling was about, what the benefit of feeling that feeling really entailed, but I knew I fed on it. Whether it was managing or running groups and teams in high school, or taking on challenging work roles in my various professional adventures, or deciding I was going to write a book every year and have my own business, there's always been this undercurrent of loving the process of producing something new or at least something that's new to me. I'm addicted to the feeling of achievement, which I recognize as being a part of the creative process, a driving force that fuels and mobilizes you into realizing whatever it is you've set out to realize. That drive for achievement is a resource that connects you to so much more than you can grasp or realize from the mere absorption of these words. I CAN DO I

Waking up to Harris

What is this feeling? Is it Bliss? Is it Nothing? There's a point you reach or maybe you've always been at it but didn't know because you were distracted by the shininess of your own thoughts... Anyway, there's a point of total and utter quietness you reach when you keep letting go of the idea that you are you. It's magic and brilliant to repeatedly watch yourself form and dissolve in the field of your own awareness. I just finished Sam Harris' " Waking Up : A Guide to Spirituality Without Religion " and loved the angle he presented around awakening. Waking up from the trance of being a "me" of any kind is taught and re-taught in countless cultures, but in some of them there's a condition attached to that dissolution of the "false self" as though it's something you have to earn or will be granted only if you do a series of ritualistic exercises. I love that we're at a point where we have the neurological data to

The Magic Work Bus

You know what happens when a “not in service” bus stops for you, the driver opens the doors and says “ wanna take a chance”, and you climb on? You get to work 30min early on a day you should be running late because buses are on a weekend schedule. Wink received Universe, wink gratefully received!