Hi there! I felt the need to highlight something that I glossed over / overlooked when I was writing my ReNewal (3) blog post. I was on my run this morning and doing as I do, I either reflect on the past, look forward to the future, and also enjoy the moment I am in (particularly breathing, Love It). So, I was reflecting on my 2013 “Awakening” / Shifting year and feeling the gratitude that encompasses it all. But I remembered a Crucial Key that I just breezed right over in that aforementioned blog post. There was something else in the background at that time and dawned on me this morning. I wrote how I was comfortable with the idea of giving up the “dream job” being a general’s aide in order to assist my incoming boss who was panicking that I was leaving, and he would be left to fend alone. There WAS something else. My Soul Sister was deployed to Afghanistan beginning the summer of 2012. It was strange being on the other end of sending letters and care packages as opposed to receiving them whilst downrange. She was always in the forefront of my mind in wishing her well, praying for her safe return. She was coming back at the end of July 2013 and was going to be on leave for quite a while. She had this amazing week planned where we would meet up in Las Vegas and really paint the town. There was one small problem with this plan though. When I got the job as the general’s aide, I would NOT be going on the dream vacation / reunion with my sister. I would be at a general’s beck and call. I knew she would be incredibly disappointed and so would have I, even double so as I am on the more empathic side picking up her disappointment on top of my own. Law of Attraction-wise…I know that deep deep down I would have wanted to see her again after being separated for more than a year rather than getting that dream job that I knew was mine. In the blog, ReNewal (3), I got the word that I didn’t get the position, felt the relief wash over me and an eagerness to Get to Work for my new boss………and put in my leave papers to go to Las Vegas to be with my sister. On the run this morning, I realized what my Heart truly wanted to do. Be together again with my best friend and see her with my own eyes knowing that she was back home. Safe and sound. She truly was the Crucial Key to get me to my REAL dream job in San Antonio later that year. Amazing!
Who wins in a battle? A battle against yourself? Well, hopefully yourSelf wins as opposed to yourself. On my morning run this morning I was reflecting on the past which I do not normally do. You know how thoughts are, sometimes coming out of no where like objects floating through outer space. I was reflecting on the darker side of the Law of Attraction and my own personal battle. I’ll keep to the wavetops and make as light as possible because there are moments during this dark year that I had which are extremely personal, extremely dark and have only shared it with my two closest friends / soul sisters. However, to the wavetops…
I went to Afghanistan and came home to find my wife of 10yrs had left me for someone else. I didn’t even know there was another person until four months after I got home. I just know those four months were bleak. All the while during this time my mother is back home in Ohio fighting stage IV colorectal cancer. My wife finally told me she wanted a divorce. Shocked. I was in shock. The type of personality I am and the way I opened myself up to two becoming One reallllllllllly devasted me. I was feeling despair. A few months later my mom passed away. Single mom who did the best she could raising a little boy on her own (with grandma 😊) moved on to the next stage of life. I was literally all alone. The impending divorce created what felt like a rift in my soul. A despair so deep that most of the time even breathing was a struggle. My mom’s passing was absolutely terrible. I became virtually nothing but a being who was dwelling in their own misery.
Not long after my mom passed away, I found out that our unit was going to deploy again in the fall but to Iraq, a new place. It was early spring at the time and when I found out I knew I had to get out. I wasn’t fit. My three-year obligation after commissioning was coming up in June. I started the paperwork and got out, but…I lingered. My wife was still in the area as a schoolteacher. I just couldn’t find a way to leave. The despair had me swirling around a circle in Fayetteville, NC.
Here it was in action. The Law of Attraction in the worst way that whole year. Always expecting something worse to happen and the worst happens…over and over again. Attracting more darker energy…
I became a homeless person. I had a car and a little bit of savings. I lived out of my car. Gas stations and baby wipes became a way of life for hygiene. I had a decent plan on sleeping in a safe place every night. The apartment complex I lived in before I got out was a gated community and we had a sticker in the windshield…a sticker that was never removed. This particular apartment complex had two others in the area that used the exact stickers. I rotated between the three locations each night for almost four months.
I couldn’t leave, I just couldn’t. Mentally I was stuck in a loop. Despair. Hope. Maybe she’ll come back to me. Maybe maybe maybe.
For some reason it seemed to make sense to go to bookstores and the library to hangout. Read. Catch cat naps. After a couple months it started to dawn on me some of the same people I was seeing at the same locations. Homeless vets. Backpacks. It was so bizarre and yet made some kind of weird sense. I was beginning to follow the migratory patterns of a homeless vet near Fort Bragg. I knew that eventually I would have to lose the car, grab a pack and join them.
TAP TAP TAP. I was woken up at 6am in one of the apartment complex parking lots. A female police officer was waking me up with her flashlight on my window. “Sir, someone has noticed that you have been sleeping in your car an awful lot around here…” I made up some kind of excuse about how my wife and I were having problems…not too far from the truth. “Well you can’t sleep in your car, sir…”
Finally. A catalyst to snap me out of it. A break in the vicious mental loop. Just enough to hear the Voice, “Go Home”. It was just enough time for that Voice to create an interruption and my resolve to end this came pouring out. This was a true test of my resiliency and whether or not I would actually Listen to the guidance being given to me. I really wanted to give in to the despair. To abandon my car and just become…Nothing. A shadow. That resiliency in my Soul brought me back. To Fight for my Life. To Live. To Shine.
I had never heard of the Myers-Briggs personality test until I went to my “majors” school (CGSC) at Fort Leavenworth in the summer of 2015. Apparently, they like to get a little psychological snapshot assessment of the students before the school year starts. It turned out that I was the only INFJ in my small group (15 of us per classroom). Not the only introvert to be sure but it interested me to dive a little deeper into what this extra label I took on meant to me.
Famous INFJ’s include Oprah, Nelson Mandela and……Adam Sandler? Interesting. Allegedly this particular group I fell into is a very small percentage of the world, 1-2%. Wow. Made sense why I felt so utterly different than the majority, however, it was only two short years before this test that I found I was on more the empathic side. Funny how INFJ’s have been called, The Mystic, The Counselor, and………Empath. So, I was like, Ohhhhhh ok, my labels have all kind of merged together in the same group, INFJ.
There was something else about this INFJ/Empath that helped me get through all my school years, Marines, Army, virtually everything. The Chameleon. I suppose it’s kind of like a natural defense mechanism where I was always able to blend in so well. Except for the past few years. I dropped the defense and just allowed Me to come through. When I had my Shift in consciousness, I was able to finally stand in my own strength of Who I Am without fear of repercussion of trying to “fit in” anymore.
It was humorous though when someone in our small group at CGSC found something about the Star Wars character equivalence to the 16 Myers-Briggs personality traits. Good ole Obi-Wan Kenobi, The Counselor. Wait, not just Obi-Wan! From Star Wars: A New Hope, we first meet him as Ben Kenobi. Hey! I’m Ben too! Perfect.
Have a wonderful day, my friends, and if you are an INFJ reading this and are having problems in life then please feel free to drop me a line! Wait a minute, it doesn’t matter if you are an INFJ or not. ANYone having any problems dealing with anything and would like some outside, neutral guidance, then please feel free to drop a line 🙂
I decided to pull a card today from the Butterfly Oracle Cards for Life Changes by Doreen Virtue. I wanted to write something at least once a week and the Wednesday mid-week scene seemed the best time. I just was a bit unsure though. I have a lot to talk about but some of these things just do not feel right, right now. Hence the card pulling and see what I Feel from that. Body Changes. Well that’s interesting. Definitely a lot has transpired there in the last 25yrs or so. The funny/amazing thing is that now that I am closing in on 50 in six months, I feel better than I did at age 20. Seriously, it’s fascinating. I remember in my 20s I would develop injuries/pain in my ankles and shins back in my Marine Corps days. In my 30s, I was having issues with my knees on a regular basis. By late 30s/early 40s it was my lower back on top of all of that. I was breaking down as the years wore on. But……….
By age 43 I changed what I ate (became a vegetarian) and developed my holistic mind/body/spirit regimen. Six years later, as I reflect on the time that has gone by…I feel Great. So much so that I signed up for my next marathon, albeit not until Jan 2020 (and will be approx. a week after I turn 50). The body mind spirit connection is so incredible and you hear these truly inspiring stories out there about older individuals completing the most monumental achievements. I think the one that sticks out the most is a 94yr old lady who was a two-time cancer survivor who became the oldest woman to complete a half-marathon (San Diego Rock-n-Roll 2017), BUT it wasn’t two years earlier that she became the oldest woman to complete a full marathon at 92. Amazing.
The human body is an incredible machine if you treat it with the utmost respect that it deserves………it’s You.
Have a wonderful week, my friends!
Six years ago, and a few months into my Shift in Awareness, I became absorbed by the notion of infinity. I couldn’t shake it. I got infinity paintings and pictures, plus a very cool wooden sculpture. These things all led up to having the infinity symbol tattooed to my upper right shoulder. Christmas that year found me enjoying the holidays with my Soul Sisters and they ensured I had the perfect BenGi Santa hat to celebrate with. After I returned home, and was unpacking, Santa hat fell to the floor. I picked it up and the first thing I saw was my infinity sculpture. Really without thinking, I went over and placed the hat on the sculpture. Infinite Christmas, I thought. A constant reminder to enjoy and celebrate every single day. This Gift of Life we have on a continuous basis.
Over the next year, the sisters came to visit me every now and then and remarked about how cool it was having Infinite Christmas around me every day. It must have really struck an elegant note with them as they had a very special pillow made for me. A Christmas present that following year. Little messages of what they thought made up Me. In the center of it, and in gold letters, Infinite Christmas. It is probably one of the Greatest Christmas presents I ever received.
I guess my message is this: Surround yourself with things that are a Reminder of this Gift of Life. It doesn’t have to be an Infinite Christmas. Listen to your Heart. It will tell you how to honor your Life.
Because I live my life like a mirror, I reflect which I am most enveloped by. I Choose to be surrounded by beautiful and amazing things to include a Christmas without end.
Celebrate Life Eternally, My Friends 😊
A few months ago, I was guided to participate in a local Meetup. This Meetup’s focus was on gathering together to create a vision board. Utilizing the Law of Attraction, the vision board we create will help focus our intentions on becoming a reality. For myself, this gathering was more of “getting out there” and trying something new, plus meeting new like-minded (Law of Attraction) people. I really didn’t have anything in mind of what I wanted to attract into my life aside from what I already have. But fortunately, I was able to find just the right magazines to hone in on that. My Vision can be summed up straight down the center of the board where: My Vision Starts Here. Love Above All; Inside Joy (with a mirror next to it to reflect my Joy and continuously have that Joy reflected back to me); FAITH. After I had that I was pretty much done…except it just looked so empty on the sides. The side worked which intended to be just “window dressing” actually happened to fit in Just Right. Exactly what I needed.
It was slightly embarrassing towards the end when we went around the table to discuss what we came up with. Folks were looking to attract piles of money, romance, exotic vacations, beautiful homes etc, and then, me 😊. It wasn’t really embarrassing for me, but I could Feel some uncomfortable energy coming from others. I could Feel a little embarrassment of their (in their mind) selfish “wantings”. After feeling that unexpected energy, I felt a need to elaborate a little more. The feeling of internal Personal Happiness will by default, naturally Attract the things you want most out of life. I felt a little better after that. Lighter. The mood got less dense and hopefully I just created some Inspiration on another’s Journey.
Peace and Blessings!
I know what you’re thinking. This is a blog post about our reality being a dream 😊. Well…yes, of course! No, not really, but sometimes I wonder about the nature of our reality / consciousness etc…Here though I am just looking at one particular instance / experience in my life that for some reason I could never forget. Something from my very early childhood and virtually one of my earliest memories.
I never met my biological father. My mom met / dated him in college, he got her pregnant, and left her. She was on track to becoming a schoolteacher but dropped out for a while to have me and spend time for my first couple of years before she went back to college. She brought me with her to Ashland College (now Ashland University) in Ohio for her last year or so. We lived in a duplex house (of sorts), but we had to share the bathroom with the people living on the other side of the house. Weird, but I guess when you’re a financially struggling college student you must make do.
We slept on a pull-out couch bed in the living room and one night something woke me up. I sat up and there was a monstrous looking man standing at the end of the bed and holding what looked like a cinder block over his head. He was angry. He wanted to crush me with the block but for some reason he couldn’t and that was making him even more angry. Before I could say or do anything, there was a comforting voice, “Lay back down…”. My mom was just laying there sleeping undisturbed. I felt safe. Not scared at all. I laid back down and went back to sleep…
My entire life up until circa post-Shift 2013, I had always attributed this “memory” as a dream I had as a child. What a vivid dream to keep with me all these years. It wasn’t until 2013 that it hit me. It was never a dream. I saw “something”, some manifested apparition, or whatever. My grandmother had told me a story about a significant event that happened back in that college time with just me and my mom but for some reason I never really made any correlations between the “dream” I had and this particular event. So, it wasn’t until many many years later, and years after my mom had passed as well back in 2005 that I had a conversation with my great aunt about it. Because she was there…
Every now and then my grandma and her youngest sister (by 20yrs!) would make the 3hr drive to Ashland to visit my mom and I. One Saturday morning, as my aunt recalls, my grandma wakes up with this “feeling” that she needed to come visit us. A bit impromptu for sure as my aunt and her always made plans well in advance. She called my aunt and asked her if she wouldn’t mind going on a trip to see Jeannie and Ben (this is in 1973 and we didn’t have a phone in our duplex for grandma to call us). Of course she would, as she had no plans that day.
They arrived a little while later in the morning and saw my mom’s little yellow Vega out front. Knocked on the door, no answer. Pounded on the door and nothing. My aunt walked across the front porch and put her eyes to the glass to look inside and saw me and my mom sleeping on the pull-out couch and shortly after that she smelled it. Gas. They broke the front window to rescue us. I don’t remember any of that. Zilch. Seems like such an impactful event that I would have to remember it, right? (or I was really “out of it” from the gas…) Anyway…there was literally a fire department right across the street from our duplex and my aunt ran over there for help. We had a kitten. She didn’t make it. Strange but I do remember my mom and I burying her in the backyard. It was the gas stove that was the culprit. Hose came out or cracked…?
After the Shift in 2013, I began seeing and experiencing the world much differently. That time in my life came back to me and finally made sense. A negative spirit or entity wanted to end my life and found a way to do so, however, a protective entity (angel?) was there to watch over me and even…send Help.
Now the notion of spirits and angelic beings is not for everyone. Got it. For me, and from my Perspective since 2013, it is a part of my Reality.