The Way of the Shaman

The Long Road
A couple years ago, after a week of Ayahuasca ceremonies, and several Huachuma ceremonies and jungle walks, I returned late one night to my room and received a message from the universe. The Spirit of the Curandero. The Way of the Shaman. The Long Road.

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CBD Conference
Last week, an invitation to Texas for a spiritual medicine gathering manifested. I flew and spent two days connecting with the medicine and a beautiful conscious community. The medicine is a CBD oil product formulated by a shamanic wizard chemist and is magic. The conference was full of scientific information and inspiring stories of transformation.

On the first day of the conference, I met Touch Healer from Boulder. She had a gentle beautiful spirit, and we connected immediately. I could feel her energy, a limbic resonance. We went to dinner at an Oaxacan restaurant and when we sat down, she said,

“I know we have a lot to say to each other, but can we just be with each other for a moment.”

We sat down at our table in the crowded restaurant and I gazed into her eyes. My being radiated with energy and the rest of the world melted away. It was a deep soul connection, and I felt clean and beautiful energy flowing through my body. Love. Pure.

Touch Healer began to share one of her personal fears, and slowly processed it. Then she said,

“How about our planet? What do you think?”

I just smiled at her and said,

“We’re going to be ok.”

I knew this in my soul from my journey in Arrowhead. The collective consciousness of humanity has figured out how to solve the world’s problems, and we are now manifesting the solutions. I nodded gently at her as tears streamed down her face. We then enjoyed a beautiful meal of various types of seafood with different mole sauces.

Touch Healer and I had a profound energetic connection. There was a point during the conference, she asked, “May I?” I nodded, and she put her arm around me. I felt a charge of energy… of love… emanating through our connection. It was deep and powerful and I laid my head on her shoulder, as the world outside melted away.

Beautiful.

The next day, I continued connecting with amazing people. I met a beautiful alien with green hair ornamented with feathers, with a Belgian Shephard dog and a Nepalese singing bowl.

“Would you like to walk my dog with me?”

We walked out to a nearby park, and laid on the grass, grounding after spending most of the day indoors. We talked about other dimensions and soaked in the blue sky, as the music from an ice cream truck provided a surreal soundtrack.

She invited me to an 11:11 ceremony with a hand drawn invitation card. At this point, another friend, Rowdy showed up and hung out with us for a while. A homeless man approaches us and asks for a birthday gift. We give him some cash and change, then sing happy birthday before heading back to the hotel for dinner.

The conference was amazing. I felt energized.


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The following day, I went to the NASA Space Center. I was inspired by what humanity can achieve when we work together. Amazing. During the tour, I saw the words:

UNITY, DESTINY, HARMONY

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A Prophecy.
We’re really going to be ok…


Grey Jedi Bee Medicine

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After getting back to California, I headed up one day to spend time with friends. As I was driving up, Ahsoka, the Grey Jedi sent me this image and told me that she could feel me looking at her through this image.


I had sushi with the Alaskan Ninja, then coffee with a couple of spirit sisters, and went to Ahsoka’s place to catch up. We smoked a bowl, and she told me she had another friend coming over. She said she was afraid he’d be overly affectionate and it bothered her and made her uncomfortable.

Anti-Chris arrives and we head to the clubhouse. We swim in the pool and sit in the hot tub. Anti-Chris got affectionate with Ahsoka, and he got touchy and kissy. Ahsoka alternated between being uncomfortable and enjoying the attention. It triggered feelings of creepiness in me.

As I am sitting in the hot tub with Ahsoka, Anti-Chris hovers around and tells his story,

“All nine of my ex-girlfriends have been bipolar and ADHD.”

As he spoke of his life and his struggles, I could feel his darkness and shadow. I didn’t judge, just witnessed. Suddenly, a couple of bees showed up, and startled him. He had an experience as a child where he was stung by thousands of bees and almost died, so was understandably terrified.

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The bees began to orbit my head. They felt like electrons zipping around the nucleus of my brain. Bee Medicine entered my life in a strong way when I got stung by a solitary queen bee which somehow left a stinger in my left ring knuckle (solitary bees don’t leave their stingers, it must of torn off when I reacted and flicked it off of my stung knuckle) while I was hiking with my wife on LSD in Big Bear.

Trust in Miracles. Manifest Abundance. One of the bees ending up getting trapped behind me in a puddle of water as I sat in the hot tub. It was struggling and I blew it with a gust into the dry sunny concrete. Ahsoka looks at the bee with concern. Anti-Chris comes over and looks at it. I say,

“It’ll be ok. She’ll dry off and fly on her own.”

A few minutes later, the bee flew off.


Holding Space

We went inside. Later in the evening, I have Ahsoka some CBD Oil, then I put my arm around Ahsoka and channeled love in the same way that Touch Healer had showed me. Ahsoka started channeling spirit guides and her body began to move. She was delivering messages from the Universe.

“Mother Gaia wants me to tell you. Cannabis is medicine. The THC is the male part of the medicine… CBD is the female. CBD… will save the world.”

We were connecting psychically. She and I both understood that Anti-Chris was a fractal pattern that she was attracting to her based on some energy she had inside. I saw a reflection of myself in him. When he wanted to hug and kiss her, it was his channeling of love. He couldn’t help himself.

A few other friends came over to her condo and I told Ahsoka I was going to head home, and she grabbed my arm.

“Please stay. You’re the only one here I can really trust.”

She looks over at Anti-Chris as her hands make frantic hand signs and her eyes widen with fear and tells me,

“I should be looking for Luke, but I keep finding Anakins.”

She continued channeling and received messages from the television,

“Beware the Demon Samurai.”
“69 – Yin & Yang”

She lays down on her love mat – a futon like cushion that hovers inches off the floor and I lay down next to her holding space for her. My right hand hover over her body, and I continue to channel love and prana. She guides my hand and presses it on various parts of her body, and shares stories from her past. Stories of hurt and pain from men in her life, especially her ex, Steve. I can feel her releasing trauma. It is energetically intense, and I focus on hold pure, energetically clean space.

On the television, a news story comes on about Steve McNair and his murder. Her eyes go wide. “Steve…”

“And then she put a gun to her head.”

Ahsoka loses it and starts bawling. I continue to hold space and she continues telling stories. Finally she sits up and tells a story of her deepest shame…

“I felt like I was taken advantage of. It felt… alien

and then when we went camping, ___ saw us making out, and all the women found out.

The shame…”

I have my left hand on her back, and my right hand on her back as she energetically purged, trembling and releasing the shame… then weeping deeply. After several minutes, she calmed down, and relaxed.

“Where’s Anti-Chris? I can feel his jealousy… Anakins… I keep drawing them.”

By now it was nearly 3am, and I needed to drive home. The Way of the Shaman. The Long Road. I cannot deny it.

Spaceship Earth

“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. I hope you see things that startle you. And I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.” – Benjamin Button

Three years ago, I was in Bali, and had my first experience with psychedelics. I ate two bags of psilocybin mushrooms on the beach in Nusa Dua and my heart opened. That night, I took a bubble bath that unveiled the layers of the universe to the windows of my perception. I telepathically communicated with a gecko.

“Gecko! Speak to me!”

“You suck at speaking to animals. You need to go do Ayahuasca.”

“…”

Two years ago, I went to Peru to find myself. I partook in a series of Ayahuasca ceremonies to find inspiration for the next chapter of my life. I already had a successful 23-year career in video games, my childhood dream job, and it was time for a change.

Mother Ayahuasca gave me a clear message,

“Open your wife’s heart. Mother Earth misses her.”

I asked Mother Ayahuasca many questions. Invariably, the answer would simply be, “Love.” So obvious. So simple. So profound. Yet, so hard to practice.

I traveled all over the world, into other dimensions, explored other perspectives, deepened my perception, and healed. I experimented with every modality of raising consciousness I could find and devoured them all. I communed with the spirits of Ayahuasca, Huachuma, Bobinsana, Vilca, Singado, and Psilocybin. I experimented with synthetics, MDMA and LSD, which didn’t resonate as much for me, though they were positive experiences. I conducted my own personal mapacho and cannabis ceremonies – on my own, and with loved ones. I kept seeking. Learning.

I also dove into the deep end of yoga and meditation, doing a yoga teacher training in Costa Rica, and practicing various forms of meditation and pranayama. I explored the world of personal development with PSI Seminars and the Kwik Learning Conference.

Finally, this year, I met God. I became one with the universe twice this year. 5MEO-DMT. The God Molecule. The most profound experience imaginable.

My intentions:

Surrender. Unconditional Love. Love and Abundance.

This energy has been seared into my soul. I have a constant connection to Source now. I wake up flowing with prana, filled with love, and my presence in the NOW is stronger than ever in my life.

Abundance is flowing. I am surrounded by love. So much love. Community.

Last week, my oldest daughter experienced her first true heartbreak. Her high school sweetheart broke up with her. She is so sad. Crying and asking herself why. For the first few days, she just wanted to be left alone to cry in her room, so we let her.

Last night, I was watching Silicon Valley in my office, and she came in.

I comforted her.

“There is no why. He is an 18 year old boy, about to move to New York by himself. You both are too young.

It’s ok to feel sad. Feel it as deeply as you can. This is life. This is love.

You will love again. Don’t let this make you be afraid to love.”

She cried. I continued to comfort her, placing my hand gently on her shoulder and rubbed her back.

“Mom and I love you, and we’ll always be here for you. Mom has healed. I had to go heal myself, so that she could heal herself too. Our family is healed. Be happy for that.

We are so proud of you.”

She shakes her head.

“We are so proud. We love you so much.”

She continues to cry. I can feel her doubt and feelings of low self-worth. I pour love into her and let her release her energy. Surrender. She asks if she can just lay in my office as I finish my show, and I let her rest.

That night, I have a profound realization.

My divine purpose: To heal myself so that I can hold the space for those around me to heal. The universe led me to heal myself by giving me an assignment to heal my wife. Divine purpose coursed through my being, like an electrical current of love.

As my shaman whispered in my ear two years ago during a Huachuma ceremony deep in the jungle, right before I snorted liquid fire (Singado) up my nostrils.

“Remember. It’s about unconditional, universal Love.

Surrender. You’re so good at it.”

Love. So obvious. So simple. So profound. So easy… If we let everything go. Surrender.

When that seems hard, I remember the words of the wise man, Joe Rogan:

“If you ever start taking things too seriously, just remember that we are talking monkeys on an organic spaceship flying through the universe.”

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Life is fucking amazing.

Yoda Moments

“Train yourself to let go of everything you fear to lose.” -Yoda

Lately, I’ve been having these Yoda Moments.

Facebook:

“If your soul / higher self / (whatever you want to call it) had a message for you, what do you think ‘it’ would say?”
“Surrender.”
“This

Conversation with daughter:

“You’re triggered.”
“I know I’m triggered!”
“Breathe…”
“I can’t, I’m triggered.”
“You should meditate.”
“Aaaah!!”

Conversation with Miss Rabbit:

“Green. You aren’t seeing what I’m seeing here. I wish you could see through my eyes. This…” (overwhelmed with joy)
“I do.”

Shit, I kinda feel like a walking Jason Silva video.
It definitely feels like I’ve cleared away so much traumatic energy that my soul is clean.
As we experience trauma in our life, the energetic signature of the event lives in our nervous system like a fractal energy virus. It has demonic hooks and can take us over when triggered. Learning to master our responses and discerning whether we are acting from a present state or a triggered state is the practice of life.
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Watched Wonder Woman today in IMAX 3D with my son.
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“It’s not about deserve.
It’s about what you believe.
And I believe in love.
Only love can save the world.”

Surfing the Edge

I just completed the Summer Strong challenge at my yoga studio today. I did a few double headers during the month and completed something like 33 classes total and 16 boot camp and power yoga classes. In the past, I had a mental block about those classes… The edge was always uncomfortable. With the recent ceremonies I’ve been through and time with Miss Rabbit, there has been a massive clearing of energy. I recently also had my teeth deep cleaned at the dentist in two sessions involving lots of Novocain. Physical reality reflects the insides. My teeth are clean. My soul is clean.

In the past month, I’ve lost about seven pounds, my six pack is starting to show, and I’m getting a lot stronger. My energy is through the roof, and my ability to be present is better than it ever has been. Conversations, yoga, eating, breathing. Everything feels so vibrant and flowing.

It feels as though there are two versions of myself.

One version of me is a Zen, calm, and present version of myself, slowly melting my way through a lazy river version of the universe enjoying every moment with sensuality. The other me is on fire. It’s as though I am consciously triggering a form of psychosis with the right amount of delusion in order to move forward with purpose so that the right mistakes can be made. Pushing through fear. Finding the edge.

Then, a return to complete surrender…

What is the Universe telling me from those lessons?

Be Present… Listen…

Alternating between various modes of consciousness, perhaps even forms of insanity, in order to truly understand self and in turn, the universe. After all, insanity is just a label. Filters of consciousness.

Messages from the Universe: Embrace the Unknown… The Sacred Spiral is my ally…

Love…

Surrender…

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“My Heart is Not a Clock.”

An Apology… That is also an Anthem.
Love is not something we wind up,
Something that we set or control.
Love… Is just like Art.
A Force that comes into our lives,
Without any rules, expectations, or limitations.
And every time I hear that line,
I am reminded that Love, like Art,
Must always be Free.

 

Windows

Life is a series of windows.

As we surf through this universe, we cannot fully bend reality to our will, but we can surf to different dimensions. Every once in a while, a sliding window opens. There is a brief moment of time, when we can feel a sense that a portal has opened to another dimension… A place of magic and possibility. It can be triggered by meeting a new exciting person… A mystical experience… A transcendent idea.

When this happens, so often, we get scared. It’s the unknown… We need to surrender to it. “What if…”, “How?”, “But.”, “I can’t…” Resistance appears. Sometimes we don’t leap through the window. That’s ok. It wasn’t meant to be. We can enjoy the echo of possibilities from that dimension in our dreams and imagination.

“What a beautiful, beautiful thing to be able to dream when you’re not asleep.”

The more we dream, the better we get at it.

“On the periphery, just outside. There’s always a window. But people are frightened to look through it. It’s safer in the prison cell.”

Someday, a window to magic will open and it will be time to leap.

You are what you LOVE.

“You are what you love, not what loves you.”

Since my first visit to the jungle, two years ago, much has happened. I was given a mission from Mother Ayahuasca.

“Open your wife’s heart. Mother Earth misses her.”

What? No, I mean, for work, what should I be doing?

“Open your wife’s heart.”

Hmmm.

I came back from Peru and was excited. The solution was obvious:

“Honey, I think you should go to the jungle and drink this potion. It’s healed me!”

Uh, the Universe wasn’t letting me off that easy. I had work to do. Over the next two years, I went on a journey around the world, across the universe, seeking. I had to conquer my demons… dark ones… twisted around my soul, buried inside my ego.

My travels brought me in contact with beautiful souls that I connected with, and with the intensity of some of the experiences, I found myself falling in love with beautiful women that crossed my path. Unicorns.

There was the Dolphin Shamaness who I met on a Pilgrimage in Peru. We drank Grandfather Medicine together, birthed universes, and had a spirit baby in the labyrinth of Chavin.

A year later, I met beautiful Tattoo Song on a California Ranch. We were doing transformative work together, and during a meditation, I felt her soul connect to mine. She started crying, and we went for a walk. She told me:

“Two weeks ago, my fiancee found me on the bathroom floor. I had swallowed 200 pills. The doctor said there was no way I should be alive. Now I know why God sent me back… it was so I could come to this Ranch and meet you.”

I felt overwhelming love… We shared some tender moments, we shared a dance. Then, after returning to reality, she ghosted me. I still loved her for a year, despite that we only had a momentary glimpse of a future dimension… an infinite second in the journey of life, a window that closed as soon as it opened. I realized, she was a teacher… to teach me unconditional love.

Unconditional means surrender. It means letting go completely of any expectation and result.

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A few weeks ago, I had a calling to meet Miss Rabbit. We met over sushi, and the connection was instant. I felt drawn to Miss Rabbit, and came home and told my wife we could let the marriage go. We had worked hard at it, and we knew we loved each other. After all these years, I let go. I let go of expectations. I was okay if we were never intimate again. I let go of any guilt and shame of failing at marriage. I let go of fears of what would happen to my wife if I left her. I trusted in her to be strong enough.

That night, I released all that energy. Expectations are a heavy burden to carry. I wept, and my wife reached over and held me. The next day, she called while I was on the road for business.

“I was listening to the universe this morning, and it said that we can choose to love. I choose to love you.”

After years, my wife’s heart cracked open. Not fully, but she was feeling again.

A few days later, with my wife’s blessing, I had my trip with Miss Rabbit, and felt the love growing and culminating in maybe the most loving experience of my life.

Today, Miss Rabbit pretty much told me, “Mate. Not happening, dude.”

Everyone falls in love with Miss Rabbit. That’s her magic. We don’t get to choose who we love.

Maybe we don’t get to choose who, but we can choose to love.

I told her, “That’s ok. I’m still going to love you.”

A couple months ago, during a trip to Catalina Island, the Alaskan Ninja mentioned this scene from the movie Adaptation to me.

That’s true love. No one can take it away from you.

Clearing Darkness

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A few weeks ago, I went to a healing ceremony with Grandfather Sky conducted by a white witch from Peru. I was in paradise with a tribe of beautiful souls overlooking the ocean, as we set our intentions.

“Gratitude and Guidance”

As my third eye opened and the medicine kicked in, I relaxed on a bed on the patio and soaked in the sun. It was beautiful and I turned my eye inward. Organic patterns formed in my mind’s eye, and I was taken on a journey… It reached deeply back into my memories. I felt as though I was experience my birth, then as I dug in, I went further back… The geometric patterns brought me to the moment of conception. There was a beautiful organic cellular energy as I, as Source, entered this dimension. Intense.

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Suddenly, I heard some screaming down at the beach. A woman was panicking and I got up and watched from the patio, as I saw some men swimming out towards the riptide. We were unsure what was happening, and we later found out that two of the woman’s friends/family members got pulled out by the riptide, but landed safely at the next beach over. Paramedics showed up and we watched the drama from above feeling the intense energy of the situation.

A little while later, a police officer came over to kick out a shirtless homeless guy who passed out in front of an apartment complex on the bluff overlooking the beach. The officer walked over to the edge of the bluff looking over the edge at the beautiful view, pausing. We could see the struggle inside his head, and how much he hated his job at that moment. He appeared to have a brief impulse to just dive off that cliff.

Suddenly, the officer visibly stiffened, went into bad cop mode, and strutted over and kicked the homeless guy’s beer can, startling him awake. The cop stood there with his hands on his hips, and the homeless guy gets up and starts talking back. The tension builds, and the homeless guy continues being belligerent as the cop gets visibly agitated at him. The tension continued to build until the homeless guy took off, talking back the entire time, trying to provoke the cops into reinforcing his own belief that he is a victim.

The energy settled, and it was a beautiful day. I had beautiful conversations with fellow men, and the medicine continued to work. I started to get visions of shadowy energy that was triggered by the events of the day. I explored within myself – what is the dark energy that has drawn shadow into my life… Visions of my paternal grandmother appeared… I sensed her resentment towards my grandfather, who was a typical man of his generation and culture: emotionally unavailable, at times angry, at times violent. I thought of people (men and women) that I’ve drawn into my life that I’ve helped and still ended up lost to shadow… What is the rescuer archetype that is drawing this into my life? What is it inside me?

The shadowy energy started to form into a gnarly fractal shadow energy enveloping my soul. I deliberately began to dig deep into that energy… It felt as though it was cutting my bubbling organic flesh with black blades, and that blood was dripping. It felt like a black widow spider fractal demon was wrapping around my being. Kinda like this, but terrifying.

I remembered the shaman’s words.

“If you need help, ask for it.”

I approached her and said “I think I need help.” She guided me to listen to the Grandfather Medicine…

“It’s fear. It has to do with acceptance from women.”

She tells me to listen to the medicine.

“Surrender.”

I let go, and felt the demonic spider consume me, and felt an intense vibration as my vision went to white, and my consciousness disappeared to another dimension. As I came to, I felt the wings of a hawk brushing away energy and the hand of an angel on my back. I looked up and thanked the angel David, and took a stroll to the beach to wet my feet in the ocean, and soak in the divine beauty of the cove we were in.

The Oatmeal created a great piece about resistance and how difficult it is to change our minds and how it creates an emotional backfire effect. Today, I was able to receive the gift events from the universe that helped trigger a release of energy. Recognizing our triggers and deciding to surrender and not to let them control us is the art of the release. There are many tools in the tool chest to develop, as long as we are willing to embrace them.amygdala.png