The final leg of a journey… The final leg of a journey across Europe, and into some of the deepest and darkest aspects of who I am, I am in awe of the gifts of truth that continue to present themselves at those perfect moments in time to illuminate and validate the path that I am on.

On my way to the Stransted Airport, London, it seemed like everything was going ok, but I was not ready to leave. Only 6 days in London is not enough. London is the city of random chaos, inevitable to leave virtually anyone and everyone standing at a loss for words at least once. I have heard one does not fall in love with London on their first trip, and definitely not in 6 days; but, somehow through the chaos of architecture and energy I am left longing for more.

I arrive to the airport, not sure if my luggage was going to go through (flying on RyanAir) I go to check in. 15kl is all my main luggage can weigh without being charged… I was 3kl over, so begun what seemed a never ending challenge. It was like something did not want me to get to that plane, or at least not yet. I transferred all my essential oils and a bunch of clothes. Of course, the really heave stuff was all on the bottom of my bag and was not able to get to it. Bag was at weight and off to security. As not trusting most airlines to securely transport my belonging with everything still there, I usually carry my hair cutting shears in my carry on. In every other airport I have ever traveled through, I have never had a problem… but not England. A $300 pair of shears was not going through, and in transferring my oils, I didn’t pay attention to how many there were and had to begin throwing some of them away. I married duplicates and threw away the most inexpensive oils, but what to do with my shears? I only had just over an hour now to exit security and mail that one pair of shears back to the states (praying the postal service doesn’t lose them) I was off. Luckily I was given a priority pass back through security to fast track me back through.

Shears mailed, security passed, I made it to the gate, and all was good. But, at the same time, I wanted to avoid going back to Rome with everything in my body. It was in Rome I had to go back into the depths of my own addiction to develop a character and live a life as an addict once again, as the most intimate moments of this one man’s life a story was shared with the camera and the world, in the film RED KROKODIL. The vibrational association with Rome was not one that I was excited about bringing back into my life again. It’s funny how a memory or an experience can keep one from ever being introduced to the true essence a person or a place, because the projection of what is within oneself is viewed as the truth of all that is around you… or me! hehe

As I find my seat, I waited for everyone else to board, wondering who was going to be sitting next to me. Then, walked on the plane, a beautiful young lady, and something inside me said she was going to be sitting beside me. We made eye contact as walked down the aisle. On RyanAir there is not assigned seating, and somehow I still had 2 seats open beside me. Upon eye contact, she spoke asking if the seats beside me were open, I said no… you’re sitting there. We laughed and she and a friend took their seats. Immediately there was a connection. We introduced ourselves and I could feel the light within me turning on, an energy was flowing through me not from this dimension of being. We began to speak about spirituality and the work that I do. As we spoke she asked me if I ever worked with athletes and how I got to doing the work I now do. Come to find out, she was a sprinter and very religious. This became very fun for me, for even though I am not religious and do not believe in many of the manipulated teaching of religion, an understanding of spirituality still underlines the essence of all.

Soon we began to speak about her routine of going into her races and I walked her through how my work could create a shift in her perspective of the race. An hour and a half passed, and all of a sudden the energy turned off. We both felt it, and she looked at me as told me that she first saw me as I was being fast tracked through security and felt something. When she then saw the seat beside me on the plane she knew she was supposed to sit there, followed by saying, “Now I know why I am on this trip”. She was on her way to her final race of the off season, and the race didn’t even count for anything. She didn’t even want to go, but felt compelled anyhow. She then said, “Now I realize that this trip wasn’t about the race, but meeting and connecting to you. This conversation is why I am on this trip. Thank you”. I was speechless. I don’t think we even said more than 5 words the rest of the flight, but that light inside me was still going, for I also now knew why I had to go back to Rome when I did.

3 days back in Rome, and I really wasn’t feeling it, and something told me to go for a walk. I ended up walking up to the coliseum just in time to watch the sun begin to set on the horizon beyond this structure created for death. Somehow the balance between the 2 was absolutely incredible. I got to watch the romance of Rome in the hearts of young couples taking pics around me. As I was walking back, I was chatting with guys through an on line chat app on my phone: to all of a sudden get a message from a young man who said he was on the same flight as I was from London to Rome. He was a young Colombian guy, who I guess also saw me in the fast track as well, too shy to say anything at the time, he said he ended up sitting a couple seat behind me. He said there was a glow radiating off of me: funny since as I said before, connected was anything but what I was feeling. He had also noticed my tattoo of an AIDS Ribbon with a red plus sign in the middle signifying my HIV Pos status that I have on my arm. He happened to be right around the corner and we met for a coffee. He had only recently found out he was HIV Positive, and rather than going on meds, he had been able to actually double his T-Cells in only a few months by healthy living and not allowing it to become a handicap, but a stimulus for wellness. He was about to head out on the train for his next destination and we hugged and said so long.  Again another piece of puzzle, acting as proof, that all happens when it does for a reason: even if our ego wants to tell us we are not getting what we want or what we deserve.

After just over 2.5 months traveling Europe, many hardships, and many experiences some could see as nothing short of miraculous, I am ready to come back to the states. Now, mind you, although I am coming back homeless: belongings not much more than that which I have with me now, I am excited. I don’t know if I even realize the extent to which things have changed, or the ways to how I have changed, but there is something alive in me maybe once dormant before. I am excited about my new journey and the next 6 weeks working and healing my way back across the states to TX. I will be seeing existing clients, meeting new, building existing relationships and meeting new. I now truly understand that home is not a material place or a physical place of being; but, the place where your heart is at peace and the place where the stillness of one’s breath brings a sense of truth, understanding, safety and sense of security. The world is now my home, and every day every experience is truly a gift.

Have a Great Day (or not) You Choose