For 3 months I have been traveling the US and Europe. I have hiked the Himalayas of Kashmir India and lived in the ashram of my Guru all the way to the south. I have slept on couches of strangers and made lifelong friends. One by one, I have checked things and places off of my bucket list. There are still many to go; but while sitting at the base of the Eiffel tower, sun started to set through its magnificent architecture, I realized something. There are just some things that are worth holding out for the fairytale, to experience. Already deciding to not get the bottle of wine, but an ice cream cone and a bottle water, something still wasn’t quite right.

I have always imagined that sunset: sitting there with a glass of wine, on a blanket; but laying there with someone else, sharing in each others company the beauty of the experience. As I walked away, about an hour before the sun actually sat, I knew I would be back, only this time not just for the experience, but to fulfill the fairytale I’ve always dreamed of.

Walking the streets of Rome or hiking through the majestic palace gardens of Sintra Portugal, being alone was fine: it was more than fine… it was perfect. But here in Paris, there is something different. I normally don’t mind being alone, actually prefer it… that way I can just get lost in the moment and experience the energy and go wherever feels right: but not here! Maybe it’s the larger streets. Maybe it’s that the city is so dirty and old. Maybe it’s that I don’t speak the language, other than: hello, please, thank you, I don’t speak French- do you speak English. I just don’t know. In other cities I wanted to explore, and I was always on the go: but not here.

Here, I want to sit. Here, I want to just watch the day go by, and allow my imagination to fly. Here, I feel like I am going inside as a poetic flame begins to burn. There is a romance here, and it doesn’t feel right to be experiencing it by myself.  I want to share this with someone, and not after I’ve already experienced what seems all the city has to offer, but for the first time. I feel inspired here. Paris is truly the city of love. Even in all the hustle and bustle, I feel calm, like nothing is going anywhere.

People have said this trip that I’m on, is the trip of a lifetime, something that only happens once. I say why? As I have begun to let go of the limitations that society has taught me, I have truly learned that anything is possible in this world. It is not about working hard for long hours to get somewhere in life: it is about letting go and allowing life to happen: in this moment, not in the future somewhere.

From here, I fly to Salzburg Austria, and then drive for 4 hours, high into the Alps to spend a few weeks. I will be hanging with a friend I have been talking to online for the last year or so. Something about this part of my trip feels like I am going home. See, I grew up in a small town of 1200 people (1180, when I left back in 1990) deep in the Rocky Mountains of Montana. I grew up tucked away from the rest of the world. But, it was there, that I learned the beauty and the simplicity of life. For those of you who know me, you have heard me say a time or 2 that I am just a small town country boy. Of course, my mom says I have never been a small town country boy! Lol Somehow I have always known there was another world out there, beyond the walls and confines of life as I knew it. Little did I know, that as I got older and had the opportunity to explore the world, it would be that simple life in the mountains, that no matter how crazy life seems, or how fast my mind began to spin I could always go back to to find peace.

To this day, when things in my life get crazy, I can still close my eyes and remember those spring and summer days when I would follow the creek behind the house to the Kootenai River, and get lost in the sound of its power. I would close my eyes and I remember disappearing. I would begin to hear the whisper of the wind, the song of the birds and the rustle of some of the wildlife nearby. I was never afraid of living when I was there. I always felt connected like everything would be OK. And I would sit, sit for what seemed hours. Maybe that is why, even to this day, in all of my teachings: I find walking meditations and Elemental therapy to be the most powerful. No matter where any of us go, you can always find the elements, then of course color (my other favorite form of therapy)! I really miss those days.

I have not made any plans for how long I will stay in Austria, or where I am going and what I am doing after. As the day I go there approaches, I can feel something inside me starting to shift. Something is really longing for a place to call home, even if just for a while. I still have many places to go, and lots of traveling ahead of me; but, the idea of pulling everything out of suit cases, putting it in drawers and closets and putting the suit cases, or in my case duffel bag away just sounds heavenly.

Maybe I will take the time I am in Austria and begin to set up retreats, combining my Conscious Awakening Seminar and Reiki Certification courses in a few countries around Europe, but hang out in Austria for a few months and do some real writing.

Well, time to get showered and dressed to go meet a new Parisian friend for coffee in the center.

So whether it’s a glass of wine at sunset under the Eiffel Tower, laying in front of a fire during a blizzard, Floating down the canals in Venice, or a Sunrise in Fiji… I guess there are just some things in life worth holding out for the fairytale on. This isn’t the trip of a Lifetime; it is only a taste of what life is supposed to be about. I guess I will always just be a Hopeful Romantic… because there is nothing Hopeless about Love!

Have a Great Day (or not) You Choose

RED KROKODIL: NOT JUST A MOVIE, at least not to me. Only 5 months ago, when Domizano Cristophoro presented me with the idea of leading role in a 1 man film on this insane drug, I thought he was crazy! To take a leading role, to take the only role; but, he was confident that he made the right decision. Over the days and weeks to come we talked about the movie, and from day 1, I knew that I already knew this character.

Krokodil: Desomorphine that has swept it way through Russia for the last 10 years, filling in the gaps where Heroine is not available and not affordable. This simple yet dangerous drug, made from basic over the counter supplies, much in the same way Methamphetamine is cooked, has now began to find its way into Eastern Europe. The Russian government has known about this drug, and has done little to nothing to stop either the production of the treatment of those who have found their way to this horrific drug. What is sickening, is that this drug is made from an over the counter Codeine pill; but because the sale of this over the counter drug has such high profit margin and makes up for such a high percentage of the revenues for the pharmaceutical companies, the pharmaceutical companies are actually fighting the government to keep them from making such restrictions as “purchase with prescription ONLY”.

It’s easy to get upset at the Government and businesses like Pharma when they are doing (or not doing) stuff like this in other countries, but the truth is, my country: the country of opportunity, government and Pharma do very much the same thing at the detriment of the people who look to it for their wellbeing.

I knew when I arrived in Rome, this was not going to be an easy role. To play this character, I would have to go back into the depths of my own addiction. Within 2 months from the time I found out that my ex (of almost the last year) before had been lying to me about his HIV Status, and there was a really great chance I was now positive: I found my way to drugs. Many, including the Director of the film, would ask, “How, if you know what a drug can do, would you ever do it in the first place?” The answer is simple: everyone thinks they will be different. Because they aren’t an addict, they just like to have fun, and the drugs help you forget everything: the pain of living, the emotions you have never been given the tools to digest; because since you were little, you have been taught emotion is bad, or “WRONG”. For me the drugs helped me to not feel like I was tainted, or dirty for this virus that was now living inside me. And, I wish I could say that it was just all within my own head that I felt that. But, look around. When Drug companies and Health Care Departments, use fear of HIV as a means to “Prevent” HIV, what they are doing is not preventing it, but ostracizing those with it. Rather than empowering those who are living, to make it so they aren’t terrified of disclose and to allow others to become educated, they are adding the stigma of shame and guild on top of them.

My mom told me a story, just a couple months ago actually. She was talking with my grandma, and told grandma she was going to go out and just get drunk (an event that maybe happened once a year). My grandma responded, saying why it won’t solve any of your problems and they won’t go away. And my mom agreed, but said, “Drinking won’t solve your problems or make them go away, but at least I can forget, even if just for one night. Then I can start over and deal with it tomorrow.”

But when you don’t see any way out, or any relief, no matter how much you try to work on what needs to be done, to relieve the pain you feel inside, and remove that image you see every time you look in the mirror: Addiction Makes Sense. At least it does to me.

For 9 days: Day in and Day out, I lived ate and slept in the face of addiction once again. Only this time, it wasn’t a slow progression: where you go from having friends and a job, nice furniture and a life: to living in filth, where your entire life is about the getting and doing of the only thing you know in life that allows you to feel ok. This time, I went from Life to Addiction.

I remember the first scene where I had to put a needle to my skin and “act like I was shooting up”. For me, it wasn’t acting anymore. I began to feel that burning feeling of toxic ecstasy crawling through my body. I could feel it like the hand of evil reaching up through me, with his hands wrapped around my neck, choking me, stealing my breath. I could feel the circulation to my teeth being shut off. I couldn’t breathe, I was choking and gasping for air, and as quick as it passed I was able to take a deep breath again, my heart would stop racing and I would feel normal, at peace. And, it wasn’t acting… I could actually still feel the drug inside me, even though there was nothing there. After the 3^rd take or so, I had to stop. I had to take a break, it was too real and I wasn’t ready for that.

I looked around and I was literally living in filth. As the result of my own addiction, throughout the years I have lost 9 teeth. To add to the realism of the film, I did the film without those 9 teeth in place. I couldn’t eat normally anymore, the people around me, couldn’t understand me when I tried to speak. Once again, I was the person I could barely tolerate to look at in the mirror. Sores and dirt covered my body. There was no gentle transition over months or even years of self destruction to get to this point, I was there. One day I was healthy and alive, and the next day I was going to die at any moment, and in the role: I didn’t care, I just needed a fix.

Finally we broke for a few days to go to the south: to the beach. I got to shave my neck and look somewhat human again. I got to wake up knowing there was going to be a day where I was outside in the sun, living breathing and connecting with the light that I knew was still inside me.

But, it was only a few days, and then reset the studio and 2 more days of filming. Emotions were high those last few days. I just wanted to be done. Since we started to film, I had this cough. At night: sweats that would drench me and the entire bed. On the final day of filming, I woke up at 5:30am. I had sent an email to my Reiki teacher the day before because I felt I was releasing some serious energy from my heart chakra; but, doing work on myself didn’t seem to be helping and asked if he could do some distant work on me (lower lung and chest issues are directly tied to the heart chakra energy). When I woke up that morning, I was sweating like normal, I could feel my body on fire, but I began to have chills that were almost like convulsions. They would last for about 15 seconds at a time, then subside for about 30 seconds to a minute and start again. This went on for about 30 mins. I didn’t know if I was going to be able to film, or if I needed to go to the hospital. After, I was able to lay there, and although I didn’t feel back to normal, I was starting to feel better.

I have had many people on my table when doing healing work on them, begin to shake frantically, and some go into what appeared to be Seizures, but had never experienced this sort of energy release myself. That final day was a very emotional day, and in many ways probably the most healing. I could no longer simply be the role, I was being myself as I used to be. In the final scene of shooting (not the final scene of the film), I have one of those scary reality checks that every addict has, where you actually think you are dying; and this time, the camera was right there to capture it.

Once we set up the scene, I looked at the director and told him we couldn’t do it the way he wanted to, we would have to rewrite the scene. We would have to re position the angle of filming and redirect the focus, even if it made the scene more graphic. Once the scene was reset, we went on. I was never so excited to get out of character in my life. Shower, throw away the bandages, wash off the makeup, shave, trim my body hair, put back in my teeth and look presentable.

For the last 5 years I have worked really hard to be able to look in the mirror to see myself as nothing but light and to embrace the perfection that is all of us. But before now, that meant shutting the door on an aspect of me, that I couldn’t see myself as anymore. It wasn’t me anymore, it was in my past; but, not now. Today I look in the mirror, and I can see that part of my life, even in my eyes; but, I don’t see it any longer as pain or darkness but strength and part of my truth.

In my last few days in Italy, I began hanging out with an amazing young man (my body double for a couple of the scenes in the movie actually). We spent hours just talking. One early afternoon, he took me to this park by his place. There were chickens, and a beautiful white horse. The day before, we spoke about energy, and briefly about what I do, and how I can feel energy and sometimes even see it. He was interested, but like many, because he couldn’t see or feel it: it wasn’t part of his beliefs.

We walked up to where the white horse was. She was standing only about 10 meters away grazing. I simply called her and put my hand over the fence. She continued to eat without even acknowledging us. I looked at Giovani and told him to watch, I was sending her energy. Almost immediately, her front shoulder started to vibrate and twitch. She began to kick at the dirt with her back leg, even with the front. Then Like a magnet, slowly at first, then quicker she began to get pulled to the place this feeling was coming from. She walked right up to us. Giovani jumped back at first, not sure what had just happened, but then warmed up and began to pet the horse. Before we left, she stood there as I put my forehead to hers, like a little embrace. He had never seen something like that before.

We continued to walk and just talk about life, nature, energy, and inner truth. He himself was going through a bit of a transformation, so timing was perfect, Divine if you will! 😉 But for me, it was so needed, I had to finally be able to reintegrate my work and the life I know today into that of my past and no longer live them as separate.

Throughout the last 2 days, I have received emails of people who saw me as their light of inspiration in that of their own path, telling me about how beautiful their lives were becoming, how they were truly beginning to see themselves for their own light and their own truth. I think I spent the better part of a morning/afternoon with tears of Joy and Divine Bliss streaming down my face. I have never felt so open, at peace and full, but empty at the same time. I just AM!

Healing happens in many forms and in many ways; but to me, true healing is when we learn to let go of the labels of darkness and pain we attach to people places or things we hold within us, and allow them to be the brilliance for which they are. Healing is when we learn to live in the oneness of our being, embracing all that we are as part of our light, without regret, without feeling the need to “forgive” but to truly embrace and accept that of our own depth as strength, beauty, and light. You are Love, You are Light, YOU ARE ALREADY PERFECT!

Have a Great Day (or not) You Choose

For 9 Days… 6, sometimes as many as 9 hours a day I have surrendered not only to a role in a movie, but an aspect of my life many would see as the most painful or darkest times in my life. And up till now, I would probably agree with them: during that time I was lost, but at the same time, there was part of me waking up and finally seeking something more. The last 9 days have been tough, but only because of the emotion that I was finally given the ability to go back and feel: the compassion that I have learned to hold for myself and that part of myself I have ran from, even almost feared.

In an interview about the movie, I was asked about the type of empathy I was able to give to the character. I don’t have to give him empathy, he is me, and I am him. I understand his journey. Many have asked me and others who have gone down the road of addiction, “Why don’t you just stop?” Answer… If I knew how I would. But, see… once you enter into the world of addiction, everything within your being shifts. You are no longer the same person. The life you once knew becomes a distant memory. You know things used to be different, but you can’t remember exactly how, and have no idea how or when they became lost.

Before I entered my life addiction, I was a very judgmental person. I wouldn’t even go on a date with someone if I found out the smoked pot, “Because Drugs will Kill YOU, Drugs are BAD”. And, I can tell you where that comes from too: My Birth Father. (I specify “Birth Father” because a) it sounds better than “Sperm Donor who stuck around a few years” b) he was never a father to me or my sisters). See, The only memories of my Birth Father, were of him being Drunk, High, Drunk and High… Being sober to pick us up from my mom’s house (where we lived) and forcing us to come with him (whether I had swim lessons, a birthday party for a friend, Boy Scout camp, ect..) getting us back to his house, leaving us with my older sisters (he had custody of) giving everyone chores then going out with his wife to get drunk. There is at least 1 time I remember screaming and crying so severely that I didn’t want to go, my step dad stepped in… only to have the cops called to showed up and force my younger sister and I to go with our “father”. This was a man who was physically, emotionally, mentally, and sexually abusive. Between the abuse of us as well as the drugs or alcohol, it was the only way I knew him.

The first time I remember him touching me (sexually) I was between 2 and 3 years old. The only reason I know the age is, one day I described the layout of where we lived and asked my mom how old I was when we lived there. My mom looked at me, sort of puzzled, and told me we moved away from there when I was 3. I didn’t tell her, at the time, the reason I asked was I had just begun having flash backs to those nights after everyone went to bed, and he would enter first my room, then my bed.

He finally gave up his rights even be called my father, when I was 9. I remember standing in the court room that day telling the judge, with him standing right there, where I wanted to live. Until then, I would wet the bed for the few days b4 going to his house and the few days after returning (every other weekend) and the month before and after getting back from his house for 6 weeks every summer. At 9 years old I was finally free, well sort of.

By 9, you have already learned how you are conditioned to understand love, and have truly entered into the most formative of emotional and relationship building years. By then I already learned that if a man loved me, he wanted to have sex with me: that that is the way men display love. As I have begun my work as a healer I realize that my sexual compulsion is only a symptom of not feeling safe and secure in that of my own body, and sex is the only behavioral tool of acceptable means of to find or bring balance to this lack of connection to my physical body once emotional energy begins (as taught by society). Sexual energy and Emotional energy are from the same energy center of the body. Imbalances within this energy center are also where addictions most always begin. This does not, by any means, make what happened to me, or anyone else like me, acceptable, but I now understand where it comes from.

Although Sex became very much of the thing that drove most of my relationships, I could not be with anyone who was high or who got high. One set of behaviors from my past became my norm, while the other is the part of my past that I despised. It’s no wonder, that as hard as I ran from drugs: that it is actually drug use that I ended up right in the middle of. And, not just drug use, but IV drug use for 5 years. But, how does one end up going from “anti everything”, to IV drug user? Easily… continue to run from whom you are and that of your being, long enough: not listening to that little voice inside of you trying to guide and direct you, you will eventually call in the vibration that is guaranteed to finally force you to stop breath and awaken consciously, or die so that you can re-emerge fully within the oneness of creation.

See our Higher Self, or subconscious mind wants us to awaken consciously. That is the entire purpose of this life, for it is only when awakened consciously that one has the ability to experience what “Christian, and many other Dogmas” describe as heaven. But see, Heaven and Hell are not places in the sky or deep within the earth. Heaven and Hell are right here on Earth. Hell is the place of bondage residing in the confines of our EGO or our Minds. Heaven is that place, also here on Earth, where we have freed ourselves from ego: where we no longer see anyone or anything as being separate, but as one: all of the same vibration… LOVE! Love is the vibration from which all things are created, so it makes sense that if all is created from Love, then Heaven is also right here in the same place for which all is created. Then why do we not experience heaven right here right now, from this plane of consciousness…. EGO!

Oops: a little bit of a tangent… hehehee

We wrapped, for a 3 day holiday, 2 days ago. Day one we went into the center of Rome, Vatican City, and then later that evening took the 4hr train ride to the South of Italy. Rome was beautiful and great, but down here in the South, it is magical. It’s sort of funny… as most stand in Awe of the feats of man, in the places they have conquered the Earth:  leaving a mark for what lasts Centuries: it is in those places on Earth where she is still free to create and exist in perfect harmony that makes my heart sing. I remember standing looking at places like the Coliseum, and thinking of how many men (slaves) had to die to create this masterpiece designed as a ring of death for the killing of some and to prove the manliness and brute strength of others simply for the enjoyment of entertainment of the people of the time. This is a Masterpiece created to support the ego of those ruling the land so they could leave their mark on the world. With as awed at the creation as I was, I couldn’t help but feel just as nauseous.

Yesterday we went to Spiaggia Nera (Black Beach) and sat for hours, and swam in the Sea. I swam into the caves, around the rocks, even climbed a few, diving back down into the beautiful blue and green water. I felt so alive and refreshed.

At one point, trying to ride the current onto some rocks, I gouged a few of the tips of my fingers. Funny, it wasn’t because the rocks were overly sharp, but only because I wanted to get where I was heading now, not when nature was going to get me there. The currant brought me slightly onto the rocks: I grabbed hold and tried to climb frantically b4 the hands of her current pulled me back into the sea; but, she won. I giggled, and with the next currant, she lifted me up, onto the rock, and I was free to bask in the sun, while she embraced my being and her symphony of natural beauty played around me. Sitting here now, I still get lost in that moment. I can still hear her percussion of waves crashing on the rocks around me. I can feel the soft melody of the horn section blowing in the wind, with the occasional flute solo of a bird flying in and out of the range, while the whole time there was the firey crescendo of the strings pouring out through the rays of the sun.  I was so connected and alive. AHHHHHHHHHHHH

Domiziano and I are trying to figure out what tattoos to get to symbolize this experience of the movie. For him, it is the end of a circle, the end of a cycle of certain type of movies, and for me just the beginning. This movie is the reintegration of an aspect of my life, I once saw as my past: but now, am truly embracing as part of that which I still am: a beautiful part of who I still am. In a world of Oneness, there is no removal of anything: for I am one with everything, past present and future, and it me! Today, one more day at the beach, then back to Rome for a few more days of filming.

I am excited about what is to come of this movie “RED KROKODIL”; but, even if nothing does come of it, I have already received so many gifts. I have had the opportunity to reclaim a huge part of my life with love and compassion. I have met some amazing new friends, which I will never forget. I have seen parts of the world some may never allow themselves permission to experience, and most of all: I have learned that no matter how dark something (and for me, my past) may seem, once you walk into the middle of it, you will become the light that illuminates a truth and new perspective. This movie, despite ticket or DVD sales, is already a success. Now, it is my hope, that you will have the opportunity to see and experience this movie as well. And from within it, find the strength to face your own darkness and give yourself the love and compassion you are worth…before it’s too late!

Have a Great Day (or not) You Choose

Ever since Washington DC, I have seemed to be slipping in to a dark place; but, at the same time, integrating new understandings of being and new energies. There has been an activation of Kundalini that has been intense, but I wish that is all it was.

A venture beyond anything that could have been expected, or even fathomed: from DC, to NY, now in Rome… My life will never be the same! To truly experience and understand the power of one’s light, one must first stop and acknowledge what they see within their being as dark, either in the moment or in the past, and learn that there is no difference between light and dark in the understanding of oneness. The differences that we perceive are nothing more than the ego.

I feel this is exactly what has been going on with me. Towards the middle of the stay in DC with the family, a filling fell out of one of my teeth. Then upon getting out of the bus and making it down to the train to buy a metro pass for the week, I somehow lost my wallet. Over the course of the next couple days, I would set something down and go to grab it, only a couple hours later, and have it nowhere in proximity to where I had put it: then to find it 2-3 days later lying in the middle of the bed, or the middle of the apt.

There has also been an amazing rising of sexual energy within, almost like a Kundalini rising. This new energy is very much in contradictory of the healing energies I usually draw from in my life. As a result of this integration, I chose to not partake in much of the pride activities over the course of the weekend in NY. Instead, I spent an afternoon going to a couple amazing performances at The Joyce, meeting with a great friend for a walk on the High Line, going out for drinks with new friends, but nothing too crazy. Luckily in everything I lost, I still had my passport, so I was still able to travel and replace my debit card b4 getting on the plane for Rome.

But something didn’t feel right. My sleep patterns were off. In the couple days before arriving to Rome, I couldn’t sleep (I chalked it up to nerves and excitement). Upon arriving in Rome, all I could do was sleep… almost like I had Mono. If I were to sit down for more than about 30 seconds I was asleep. But… that is also where it started getting weird. Every time I would close my eyes I would be transported to what seemed a parallel dimension of existence where I was still lost in my addiction. It was more than a dream. Every time I would close my eyes… didn’t matter when or where… it was as if the dream had not stopped moving forward.

Luckily my first day of filming, most were sleeping scenes. Lol but WOW: talk about a trip. Covered in bandages and what looked like dirt, I would close my eyes and the dream had me in a place almost identical to the scene I was acting in real life. The direction was different and there was no cut. I didn’t even realize I had fallen asleep. Soon I would here “Brock, Brock, Brock”. Not even realizing I was sleeping I would say something stupid like “yeah, I’m here”… and would deny that I was sleeping, thinking I was paying attention to everything that was going on.

This went on for the first few days of filming. Somehow, I began to realize that life at a fork in the road doesn’t change, only our path of conscious living. What I was experiencing was just as much real as what I am living today. It was a beautiful gift. As I began to realize this, and begin to embrace all that I am, even all that I was, the less I would have to sleep. The more I stopped looking at my past as something only as the past but something that is still very much real inside me, and stopped looking at it as something I have to move beyond, the less that parallel dimension of self was coming in to “steel my dreams and my sleep”. Only when we run from our past and only when we try to move beyond it, does it have the ability to haunt us.

By day 3 of filming I was back to what felt like my normal self. This also happened to be when we started getting into some of the most intense scenes of the movie. In many scenes I do not even have to “act” I am able to simple live; live so completely in the moment that the feeling or the connection to the role also becomes real. The problem is, in scenes where there are supposed to be tears, they are not there to fall. No longer looking at any of my past as something horrible or painful, but only as love and light, has removed the pain I would normally draw upon to give to a role like this. As the movie goes on, I am finding more and more peace in my spirit and my soul.

The shift I am experiencing is something I am not even sure I can put into writing. In my work, I teach that emotions are nothing more than an indicator of our alignment. When you let go of the defining label that society and the ego has put on that emotion, one is able to observe and experience the emotion for exactly what it is… a vibration of energy designed to remind a person to pause and breath into whom and what they are.

In science, it is the beat of the heart that defines life within the womb. The heart pumps the food and the nourishment needed to build and create what is to become the body. In this process, there is a bio-kinetic energy being created through the splitting of atoms and cells. Only when the process of cellular regeneration ends from within the body, do we begin the process of dying. Death is then defined by when the Heart stops beating and supplying the food needed for sustainable life.

I use this understanding in my work as well, for according to my understanding, the heart’s only ability is to energetically give and receive love. It is not to feel emotion, but to transfer emotion into energy that can be then converted into nutrient to feed and fuel the rest of the body. When at the heart as what transfers the unconditional love of the universe into the love that creates our being, one begins to see and understand that what we are as people is nothing more or less than the vibration of love.

During the process of cellular splitting and regeneration, science shows that in this simple action, a light is produced…. This is the light of self. It is a light that is conditional upon life. It is a light that is guaranteed for as long as we are still breathing and our hearts are still beating. Every event in our lives is drawn to us for the experience that it is will offer to allow that of our being to grow in the understanding that will assist us to fulfill our purpose.

Emotion, as I stated before, is nothing more than an indicator of our alignment of self. When we are in perfect alignment of self: vertically connecting only to the nurturing embrace of the earth and abundance grace of the universe are we able to experience ourselves for the love and light that define whom and what that we are. Emotion, beyond just an indicator of our alignment is and indicator that we have moved from a vertical connection to Self and into a horizontal attachment to a person place thing or idea that is around us.

I am not saying I no longer feel emotion, because believe me (and you can ask my family), I can become very emotional. But, I no longer have the need to define it as something, so its experience within has shifted, and I no longer stay attached to the emotion long enough to give it a label, or long enough for my ego to attach that emotion to a definition of who I am. Once I remember to allow the emotion to become the indicator that it is, I am able to do exactly what it has intended me to do… pause breath into that for whom and what I was designed and grow from the experience life has brought me. Life is no longer light and dark. Life is no longer right or wrong. Life is becoming an experience of growth and understanding.

Another week of filming “Red Krokodile” by film director and producer Domiziano Christopharo: a story about an addict. An addict without hope of ever being able to return to a normal life again (whatever that may have been), where I get to play the addict… I get to play an aspect of who I am, and share this journey with the audience. This film may be seen as a horror, or simply a depiction of life graphically designed to create an emotion within you that will hopefully get you to pause breath and understand the love that all being already are… even those that reflect what is seen as the worst or darkest parts of society.

I am YOU, YOU are ME… and WE are ALL ONE! May your ego loose grip enough, so that YOU have the ability to see and experience the Oneness of creating, through the Awareness, Understanding, and Alignment of SELF!!!

YOUR ARE LOVE AND YOU ARE LIGHT… Science has already proven it!

Have a Great Day (or not) You Choose