Book Two Preview & Works Cited

In those several days of bliss in the hammock, I experienced a vision. I was walking toward the horizon of a glorious sunset, featuring pinks and purples that cannot be found in any Crayola box. I was only a black shadow against the immensity of the sun, yet I could see the outline of my long hair flowing and the curves of my body. The horizon was a grassy knoll with perfectly round edges, like Earth if you viewed it from space.

Sar’h was in a long, flowing dress and had curly, dark hair that hung to her waist. She held my left hand tightly. El Morya, the thin Indian man in a turban and sherwani, walked to my right. My dad floated above us in a white orb, joining us for part of the journey. Ollie frolicked like a rabbit ahead of us, and Mortimer steadily held up the rear.

When we neared the horizon, close to the melting sun, the others appeared to fade away. Then Sar’h and I merged into one—our energy twisted and spiraled into a flowing, three-dimensional infinity symbol—and then seemingly evaporated into nothing.

Although I had no idea what it meant at the time, I held onto the vision in the crash that left me sobbing and desperate for answers. Somewhere in between the waves of chaos, a notion appeared. Solvitur ambulando—it is solved by walking. I knew I had a million miles to go, and it was going to be a journey of lifetimes.

During the next couple years, my journey would include no formal teaching by me or to me. Sar’h and I might have inspired a few on the way, and we were certainly inspired by others, but our pilgrimage was a journey to SELF—that was the real classroom. Homo viator—man on a voyage.

It was an experience in putting my soul back together, reclaiming pieces of the history of myself. As I gathered the pieces, aspects of SELF, I could feel my history changing and evolving in every other lifetime I held too. My life felt like a scavenger hunt for a thousand-piece puzzle dumped in every corner of Earth. As soon as I would get to one place, I’d find a clue for another.

El Camino del Corazón (the path of the heart) in Peru led me to Sedona in Arizona. Next I was in the King’s Chamber of the Great Pyramid in Cairo, floating down the Nile on a sailboat, flying to Petra in Jordan, and soaking in the Dead Sea. A suicide bomber would miss me by a mile in Mount Sinai.

Sar’h and I volunteered with sea turtles in Costa Rica, walking with Yeshua down its coastline. We climbed ruins in Mexico and whirled like a hurricane across the Philippines. We swam with dolphins in Hawaii. We rode horses in Spain and explored medieval villages we’d once lived in. Finally, Sar’h led me to southern France, the home of the Magdalene energies, and the grand finale of our world tour. It was a trip that nearly killed me. I had fears to face, wounds to heal, and aspects to integrate. We knew we only had one thing to teach—the kingdom is within—but we had to embody it, to know it deeply first. We had to reverse our vehicle, our body of consciousness, back into the parking space of self-realization. Sar’h and I would not be ready to work with others in finding their soul voices for several more years.

​None of it was going to make much sense to my human self for quite some time. I only knew at the human level that there was no going back to a singular human existence, and no other options existed for me other than to walk into my mastery. It certainly wasn’t going to be boring. Maybe I’d even find the others out there like me whose energies I had connected with as a teenager. Maybe one day we’d sit around a round table like King Arthur’s knights, drinking fine wine, eating gourmet food, and sharing our stories of self-realization. Wouldn’t that be grand?

 
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Sanford, John A. The Kingdom Within: The Inner Meaning of Jesus’ Sayings. San Francisco: Harper San Francisco, 1987.
 
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