I am going to prove to you coincidences do NOT exist.
I am going to do my best to prove to you that coincidences do NOT exist. I already know they do not exist. Instead, synchronicities do. Everything happens for a reason. I don’t need proof. I am my proof. My life is my proof. I hope from the bottom of my heart that by sharing with you my life story, you can wake up and realize this too. It is time for you to know the Truth. Some parts of it are going to be a little difficult to get through, but I promise you there is a happy ending. Also, it is about the length of a short book. It might take you over an hour to read, but I guarantee that you won’t be the same after finishing it.
My name is Ryan Hoke. I am a 22 year old male who was born and raised in wild and wonderful West Virginia. I am a REAL human being. I exist. You can find me on Facebook, if you want. Honestly, I am a little nervous about sharing this story. The powers that be are definitely NOT going to like the fact that I am sharing this with you. Please, everybody. Don’t let me go missing! I love you all!
Anyways, when I was a little kid, my favorite movie was Disney’s Atlantis. Whenever my parents took me to the Tamarak (which is a nice shop/cultural center in WV) I would always beg them for a crystal necklace. Wearing those things always felt so right. I was also a huge Legend of Zelda fan. Some of the fondest memories of my childhood were spent playing Ocarina of Time. It’s my favorite game of all time, and I swear I’ve beaten it over a dozen times. (I’ve also beat Master Quest with zero deaths hehe). I always loved the idea that Link was the chosen one to save Hyrule. I loved that Link didn’t know who he was at first and had to use his courage to realize his destiny. I felt the same way. I didn’t know what it was, but I knew I was different. I knew I had a role to play.
Fast forward to my years spent at George Washington High School in Charleston, WV. All throughout my time there I was a bit of a loner. Don’t get me wrong. While I was at school, I talked to a shit ton of people from all walks of life. On the weekends I would always go out and party, too. I loved to party (and still do), but during most of the week you would always find me home alone, locked away in my room. This was because I was busy practicing my hobby—independent research. It was what I loved. While my friends were out busy playing sports or flirting with girls, I was sitting at my computer desk learning as much as I could about the world. I researched everything. There was nothing too taboo. I read about drugs, sex, and even conspiracy theories. Actually, I became a conspiracy theorist myself.
I learned that the Federal Reserve is a private institution, and that the bankers are robbing us blind via fractional reserve banking. I learned that the major banks have been caught several times funding known terrorists groups, and all they do is get slapped with a menial fine then go right back to it. I learned that the richest 0.1% of Americans own as much wealth as the bottom 90% of us. I learned that our government had a blatant disregard (and still does) for the Constitution when they passed the Patriot Act (and the National Defense Authorization Act). I am STILL convinced that Israel, Saudi Arabia, and elements within our own government are responsible for 9/11. If you can prove me wrong, fantastic! Please do. I hope it is not true, but I mean just look at WTC building 7! C’mon! How the fuck does that happen? You can go on YouTube and watch a video of the news from that day where they reported that building 7 had fallen, even though it was still standing in the background of the news reporter. And what about all the firefighters and other eyewitnesses that were at the scene who reported hearing explosions? Why would people not listen to those who were actually there? How can people sit and listen to George W. Bush on fake fucking Fox news talk shit about conspiracy theorists and believe everything he said? Oh my god, the world is INSANE!
Mind you, I was thinking all about this during high school. I tried to tell my friends. I would even talk about it in my government and history classes. But no one believed me. People made fun of me. I didn’t understand! What’s wrong with them! They know I’m smart! I’m in AP classes, and I’m going to go to college for free (mind you, I recently scored a 167 on my LSAT, too).
They still wouldn’t listen to anything. I would tell them to disregard the conspiracy theories. Just look at our known history! It’s a known fact that the United States of America was built on the genocide of the Native Americans. Did you know that the Cherokees were on the verge of writing their own constitution and setting up their own government? Some of them even built colonial style homes and dressed just like white men. We came so close to having a badass Native American next-door-neighbor country. Too bad we broke our promises and forced them all to walk the Trail of Tears.
What about slavery and racism? I don’t even need to go into that.
What about secret societies? We know for a fact that some government officials were members of the KKK. We know for a fact some were Freemasons. JFK even gave a speech about secret societies. It is a known fact that George W. Bush (along with his father) was in the Skull and Bones society. Look up Bohemian Grove! Our politicians go there to witness this fake (or real, I’m not sure) ritual sacrifice called, “The Cremation of Care.” It’s so disturbing.
We know from our history that white people believed in Manifest Destiny and decided to take as much land as possible from Native peoples. “God gave us this right!” Bologna! Still, we continued to do this all the way up into the 1900s down into Central and South America. I know from history that the Reagan administration funded death squads in El Salvador that would massacre entire villages. I know from history that back in 1951 Mohammad Mosaddegh was democratically elected Prime Minister of Iran. Once in office, he decided to nationalize Iran’s resources. This means that he was going to use his resources for his own people, rather than sell them all to the United States and our allies for dirt cheap. We didn’t like that. The CIA helped set up a coup that overthrew him and instilled the Shah of Iran. The people over there hated the Shah and his cronies so much that they had the Iranian Revolution! Some of them STILL pledge to this day to destroy the United States of America.
The Iraq War was a known lie. It is now a fact that they knew there were no weapons of mass destruction. We invaded anyways for oil and other selfish reasons. C’mon, Dick Cheney even worked for Halliburton. We KILLED HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE. Those are human lives! I couldn’t imagine losing my own life! That’s horrifying! How would my friends and family feel? I couldn’t imagine watching my friends and/or family’s lives be brutally taken away, either! That would be equally horrifying! How could my country do this? How can people support this? We even cluster bombed playgrounds full of little kids. Those were PEOPLE, and my own country was committing the highest crime against them. All of this was just so that the rich could get richer. I was ashamed. How were people not furious? Just by looking at our known history, anyone could deduce that, in the majority of the conflicts we have participated in, we were the aggressor. We were the bad guys.
So, I began to dislike people for it, and I began to hate my country for it. Why were we doing this? The world could be so much better, if only people realized what was going on! I don’t want to be a part of this. Wait, no. I am not this. I refused to stand up for the Pledge of Allegiance. I became depressed…very depressed. But that didn’t stop me from researching. I was obsessed. I had to know the truth. I just had to.
Sooner than later I stumbled upon a man by the name of David Icke. He used to be a professional football player, and then later became a sports broadcaster after arthritis halted his athletic career. Now, he is perhaps the most famous conspiracy theorist to exist. I began to read all of his information, and, holy shit, it was wacky.
He came to the conclusion that the Earth was being run by evil, extra-dimensional reptilians that live on the Moon. These evil reptilians literally lived off of the suffering of humankind. It was their food. They were energetic beings, and suffering was their fuel source. They couldn’t exist without suffering. They needed bad vibes to live. If people stopped suffering, these reptilians would cease to exist. So, they gave orders to their human minions back down on Earth to make the world as full of suffering as possible. The reptilians existed in a different dimension, so they couldn’t do it themselves. They needed humans to perpetuate the suffering for them. These people happened to be the elite of the elite. They were the bankers, politicians, famous people, you name it.
They were the people who ran the show on Earth. Everything on the news was fake or scripted. Hollywood was designed to keep people distracted and dumb. Our government leaders lied. They committed false flags. They set up the drug war to keep the cartels, the pharmaceutical companies, the lumber mills, the oil companies, the prisons, the police, the DEA, and all the politicians that support them from losing money to cannabis. If it was legalized, along with the other more psychedelic medicines, most of those groups would go broke. There would be no need for them to exist in that kind of world. They don’t want that. They want to exist. They have succumbed to their greed. They are in love with power.
They know we have cures for cancer and other things, but then pharmaceutical companies wouldn’t be able to profit off of our ill health. We have solutions for the energy crisis, but the oil and gas companies refuse to allow that to ever happen until every last drip is sucked dry from our beautiful Mother Earth. We could potentially grow healthy organic food everywhere (or at least use other more sustainable methods), but instead Monsanto and other chemical companies have us growing vast monocultures of GMO corn.
This GMO corn gets used in many things, many of which hemp could do by itself. Did you know we can make over 30,000 things from the hemp plant ranging from cellophane to dynamite, but instead we use corn oils and petroleum? Did you know that a large percentage of that GMO corn gets put in the majority of our food as corn syrup? Just look at almost any box of ingredients! Corn Syrup. Do you know why they do this? Because it is a cheap filler and a cheap sweetener. Instead of selling you just the food you are eating, they almost always add some corn syrup. Just compare organic ketchup with regular ketchup. EXACT SAME INGREDIENTS. The only difference is High Fructose Corn Syrup. Maybe the reason the organic one is more expensive because it is actually more REAL ketchup. Also, did you know the reason they GMO the corn (and the soybeans) is so these chemical companies can completely drench them with toxic pesticides and herbicides, rather than be forced to find a way to more sustainably grow our food? Did you know these chemicals can runoff into the groundwater and could potentially destroy certain ecosystems? That they are potentially harming the bees? That they are still on our food when we are eating them? For Christ’s sake, people have to wear hazmat suits in order to spray them on our food! Sadly, our government doesn’t even consider outlawing them because the chemical companies, lobbyists, and politicians are making so much fucking money off of it all.
Our entire society is designed to put profit over people. Our entire society is completely designed to keep us all enslaved, while convincing us we are all free. And to top it all off, many of our leaders engage in mass ritual acts of human sacrifice and pedophilia in order to appease their reptilian overlords. Those dudes have got to eat. So, why not do the worst things imaginable? It would create quite a large amount of suffering.
Now that’s fucking crazy. I highly doubted that one. The part about society being a lie I could totally believe. Actually, I knew it to be true…but that satanic shit, I wasn’t so sure. Still, I was keeping an open mind. I had to find the truth, no matter how insane. Then, I remembered Bohemian Grove and The Skull and Bones Society were real things. Then, I actually found many news stories and reports about cases of pedophilia in Hollywood, governments, and even the Vatican. I shuddered and almost puked.
At this point in the story, you might be feeling a little appalled. So, it is time to switch it up. It is only going to get happier from here on out. I promise. And remember, I LOVE YOU.
Anyways, David Icke wasn’t all doom in gloom. He actually came to the conclusion that matter doesn’t exist, and instead we were all one infinite consciousness expressing itself in infinite ways. We might currently be enslaved, but, eventually, by finding out the Truth we will all be set free. Actually, his ultimate conclusion was, “ONLY INFINITE LOVE EXISTS. EVERYTHING ELSE IS AN ILLUSION.”
I really liked that one. I could dig it. I began to become happier again. Soon, I began researching into a bunch of New Age stuff about aliens and magic.
Shout out to David Wilcock, by the way. You have opened my eyes to so many things. I love your work. Thank you so much for your service.
Anyways, I was absolutely thrilled by the idea that our history was a lie. That actually, our civilization was not as advanced as humans used to be. That, in the ancient past, there used to be much more advanced civilizations such as Lemuria and Atlantis. I mean, c’mon. There are so many unexplainable archaeological finds that defy our current explanations. How in the hell could the mainstream academic community turn a blind eye to these just because they don’t fall onto the currently accepted timelines? Don’t you people want the truth?
I was even more thrilled that apparently the people of Atlantis used to use crystals as either some sort of energy source, information source, or healing device (or something else cool, I have no idea). Remember? My favorite movie as a kid was Atlantis, and I always loved to wear crystals. I realized they could have easily gotten this idea from the Disney movie, but then, after a little bit of research, I realized people had been thinking about this for much, much longer ago than that movie. My life was actually beginning to feel right. Of course, everyone thought I was crazy, but, oh well, I was finally starting to fall in love with everyone and everything.
I continued my research. I stumbled upon a group of people who called themselves, “Lightworkers.” They all believed that, in reality, matter does not exist. Instead, we are all energetic beings of Light and Love. There are different levels of reality, and they all exist at different frequencies of the same singular vibration. All is One.
They also believed that we had many Star Brothers and Sisters that were beings like us, only they existed at these differing frequencies of this vibrational reality. Some of these beings were actively helping us all from the background to evolve. Some of them were actively trying to hinder us. Many of the Lightworkers even believed that they could go into a trance and talk to these other-dimensional beings. Of course, most only wanted to talk to the good guys. Some Lightworkers said that if you try contacting them at night, they might even briefly make an appearance in the sky. I loved that idea, and I loved reading those channeled messages. I knew they were most likely bullshit, but I still enjoyed all of the things that they would say such as:
“We are approaching a shift in vibration on December 21, 2012. It is time that humanity joins us on the higher planes of existence. The reason you are reading this is because you are a Lightworker. You are the ground team. Help us, help you. You have always existed and always will. Energy can neither be created nor destroyed. You are love. We are love. Love is all.”
It was so cool. I loved it all. I might not have believed it all, but I sure as hell wanted to. From then on, I decided to refer to myself as a “Lightworker.” I felt like I now had a purpose. I began to take care of my body by eating only healthy and organic foods. I exercised. I did yoga. I tried to be as friendly as possible to everyone I met. I tried my best to be the best person I could be, because that is what the channeled messages told me to do. They told me that by becoming the best version of myself, I helped everyone else become the best version of their selves. I believed it, and I still do.
I began to meditate. I loved doing group meditations with other Lightworkers. I would visualize all of my chakras being connected to both the Earth and the Sun, and to all of the other people meditating. I would “pretend” to inhale as much love energy as possible, and then I would exhale it in all directions. I was doing energy work. I was helping the Earth shift its vibration.
Or at least I thought I was. We all know 2012 passed and nothing appeared to change. At first I was hurt, so I went to the channeled messages for help. Their explanation was that the Earth did in fact change on 2012. It was just an energetic one rather than a physical one. You see, physical reality is just a manifestation of the current potential energy. The energy that was manifesting our old world was on its way out, and the energy that is manifesting the new world began coming in on 2012 (or even earlier, who knows?). This energy was going to increase in intensity with each following equinox and solstice until, finally, our physical reality shifts.
This new energy was the energy of the Divine Feminine. Our world is a duality. For too long the Divine Masculine has been overpowering the Divine Feminine. Everyone knows this. Women, along with most things that have to do with the right brain (such as everything we consider “feminine,” including abstract thought) have been oppressed, suppressed, and repressed for thousands of years. This energetic shift was meant to herald in the complete return of the Divine Feminine. Balance was going to be brought to the Force.
I could dig it. Even if it wasn’t true, I wasn’t going to stop all of my healthy habits. They made me feel great! I began to really love other people too. I also felt really sorry for them. They always seemed so stressed and unfriendly. I tried to tell them why, but it would only make them angry at me. People didn’t want to help themselves. I mean, c’mon! You eat fast food every day, you don’t exercise, you don’t meditate, you watch the news, you watch scary movies, you’re in love with materialism, and you care way too much about what other people think. No wonder you’re fucking depressed and anxious all the time! Gah! Oh, well. You can lead a horse to water but you can’t force it to drink. I knew that I couldn’t always help people, but I could still love them. And love them I did (and do)…the vast majority of the time, even if they thought I was crazy…
…Actually, not everyone thought I was crazy.
Shout out to one of my best friends, John. I love you, bro.
He believed me. Or at least he wanted to believe me. He and I used to sneak out of our parents’ houses all the time to go to a big field called, “Baker’s Acres.” There we would lie and stare at the stars. Sometimes we would even meditate and try to contact aliens. We like to think it worked! We saw multiple UFOs on several occasions. We also saw a lot of comets, and some of them were of the most beautiful colors I have ever seen.
I absolutely loved the stars. I absolutely loved being alone (and/or with John) outside at night. I loved that everyone else was asleep while I was out and about. It was such a liberating feeling. The quote, “I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night,” from a poem called, “The Old Astronomer,” became my motto. I loved the moon, too. I didn’t want to think it might be some evil matrix ran by the reptilians. I also loved the Earth. I would say to myself, “The Earth is my Mother, and the Moon is my Lover…”
…Which was highly “ironic,” because I also fell in love with a French foreign-exchange student by the name of Solène during my senior year of high school. Her name sounded very similar (but not quite the same) to the name, Selene. In Greek Mythology, Selene was the goddess of the Moon. So cool! I was crazy about her, but she had a boyfriend. Dumb love made me blind to his emotions, and I did some things I shouldn’t have.
I am so, so sorry man. From the bottom of my heart, I am sorry. I know I hurt you.
I knew from the get-go that she was going to have to leave eventually, and I was able to accept it. She left that summer. It was a special summer. It was the summer of 2012 (of course), and it was the first time I had ever gone to the music festival, Electric Forest. I went with several of my childhood friends (including John).
Oh. My. God. I have never felt that in tune and in love with everyone and everything in my entire life. I was lighter than a feather! I couldn’t believe a place like that existed! And how come more people didn’t know about it? I was completely blown away, and the initial shock and awe still sticks with me to this day. We’ve been back every year since.
While we were there, West Virginia was being decimated by a derecho. It was the worst storm to happen to my home since at least before I was born. When we got back it felt like the apocalypse had begun. We were so excited to get home to air conditioning, too, but we ended up not having any power for at least the rest of that week. Ugh. It was alright, though. I just had the best weekend of my life. Still, I couldn’t help but find it really strange that while my friends and I (the “weird” ones) were having the time of our lives, everyone else was having the worst of theirs. This world really was dualistic.
Anyways, that was my last summer before going to college. That fall I moved to Morgantown, WV, to go to school at West Virginia University. I was destined to become an engineer. My parents were thrilled. The engineering school up there was even undergoing an upgrade too. It was the ideal opportunity. I had the brains. My AP classes counted towards college credits, too, so I was ahead of most of my fellow students. I got a 4.0 my first semester. I could’ve thrived.
But I hated it. I felt like by being an engineer, I was sleeping with the enemy. They constantly talked about how we would all be millionaires by the time we were thirty, while simultaneously spending every minute of our time working at some huge corporation. I hated money. I wish it didn’t exist, and I thought most rich people were douchebags. My goal was to be happy, not rich. I hated corporations even more. They were the source of everything I thought was wrong with the world. All they seemed to do is put profit over people. What made engineering even worse for me was that the biggest department at my school was Petroleum Engineering. I loathed oil and gas. I remember how those people would come and give talks about how amazing petroleum was. It was always, “Look at all the cool stuff it can make. Isn’t it awesome?”
I would sit at my desk, flushed with anger, thinking, “Dammit! No! It’s not awesome! You can make all of that with hemp! And you wouldn’t be destroying the entire Earth in the process. Also, we invested trillions of dollars into the Iraq War just so that we could get more fucking oil! Couldn’t we have used all that money to build sustainable energy sources all over the planet, instead; rather than kill hundreds of thousands of people for greed? You morons! Wake up!” I was not a happy camper. I suppose it is West Virginia anyways…we do love our coal. Of course the fossil fuel department would be the biggest.
By the way, coal needs to go. I apologize if you are a coal miner, and you’re afraid to lose your job. I understand it is what you’ve been doing your whole life, and it is probably what your ancestors have been doing their whole lives. It doesn’t matter. The past is the past. We can’t keep this up. We need to change.
Look. We aren’t going to transition to sustainable energy overnight. It is going to take time AND jobs. There you go! It’s going to need tons of people to build, implement, transition to, and run the new systems. You all will be alright, I promise. For now, continue being a coal miner. And, shit, if our greedy and ignorant Congressmen would wake up and legalize hemp/marijuana, they would create tons of jobs also. The plant still needs to be planted, harvested, distributed, and turned into all of those 30,000+ things it can be turned into. Then, those 30,000+ things need to be bundled up, transported, and then sold. And then, all of those things might be used to make or do even more things. The possibilities are endless. And it is jobs, so many jobs. We need to change, and we are going to. It will be alright.
Anyways, back to my schooling. My final project in one of my engineering classes was to design a missile. That was the last straw. I wanted to save the world, not help destroy it. I decided about halfway through my second semester of my freshman year that I would NEVER be an engineer. I stopped doing my homework, and I winged most of my tests. I think I got something like a 2.7 GPA that semester. My parents were thrilled. They were even more thrilled that I switched my major to Horticulture.
“So you’re going to live off of plants, Ryan?” Uh, yes. I liked plants. Plants were cool. The greenhouse was beautiful. But, I began to question my decision. It was such an enjoyable subject, and I loved all of the eye candy provided exclusively by Mother Nature. But, I just didn’t like to think about science anymore. I used to be great at it, but I realized that by focusing so much on science I began to constantly think about the world around me in a certain way. And I didn’t know if that was the way I wanted to think about my world—so logical, so certain, so dead of magic. That was it. I believed in the extraordinary and paranormal. My science classes said no such things existed. I refused to believe that, for I loved the mystery of it all. I wanted to be made of magic. Many magical things had already happened to me, after all.
So, I switched my major again. This time to Parks and Recreation. The reason I did such a thing was because I had a ton of new friends that absolutely loved it. And I loved my new friends. They all seemed to be the open-minded, non-judgmental, outdoor, adventurous types. Not only did they convince me to switch my major, they also convinced me and my buddies to move to the neighborhood of South Park as soon as we got out of the dorms after freshman year. It’s about a 15 minute walk from class, too. You walk over one of the two bridges connecting it with downtown and boom! You’re there. And I loved it there. I still live there now.
Anyways, sophomore year was a breeze. I was used to taking harder classes and doing more homework back in high school. With all the stress off my shoulders, I agreed with my roommates to turn our house into none other than the party house. After all, we did live on Kingwood Street, so we ought to be the, “kings of partying.” And partying we did. My, my…that house was fucking nuts! It was a huge duplex with three floors. My two roommates and I lived on the bottom and second floors, while our other three friends (or four, or five, or six…it really depended on the situation at the time) lived on the second and top floors. Obviously, we kept the door between the two unlocked the majority of the time. There were always at least ten people drinking somewhere in that house at any given night of the week, and on the weekends there would be over a hundred. Our neighbors (who were actually mostly older people with real jobs) had to despise us. Every trash night we lined up the entire length of our house with a row of over a dozen trashbags. Talk about being environmentally friendly.
The partying continued all year long. I had a blast, but I still felt like I was missing something. My friends were amazing, but none of them were really into any of the same conspiracy theorist and New Age stuff that I was. Neither did they care that much about the environment. They would get frustrated when I tried to convince them of it all, too. They said it was, “Hippie Voodoo bullshit.” I didn’t think so.
Everything changed when I met another love of my life, Jada. She came to one of our parties with her twin sister, Jenna, near the very end of the first semester of sophomore year. I knew from the moment I laid my eyes on them that they were people I needed to be around. They looked like hippie goddesses for heaven’s sake! They just had to be interested in the same things as I was. To top it all off, they were beautiful women! And twins! Good god, I was in love all over again. So, I ended up talking to Jada first, and she invited me to come to yoga with them after Christmas break. Immediately, I thought, “Fuck yes! Of course they do yoga. I am definitely not missing this opportunity.”
I didn’t miss that opportunity, and I went to yoga with them many times. Each time I went, I found out Jada and I had more and more things in common. Each time I thought there was no way in existence that we could be more similar, and each time I was proven wrong. I could not believe this woman existed. It wasn’t until after hanging out with her a few times that I also found out, just like Solène, she had a boyfriend.
I didn’t want to go through that type of shit-show again, nor did I want to cause any more pain. I’m supposed to be healing the planet and everything on it, not harming it all. So, I decided to just be her friend, and, for a while, I was. We continued to do yoga. We also meditated and tried to do energy work together. It felt like we were meant to be doing what we were doing. We both knew we were Lightworkers, and we were helping to heal our planet.
Eventually, it became harder and harder to keep our distance. We were just growing so close mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. Her friends even told me that she and her man weren’t getting along, and they would be finished soon anyways. Finally, I figured, fuck it. I didn’t care. I confronted her about it. Before we knew it, we became much more than, “just friends.”
I was fully convinced that I was meant to be with her, that we were going to hold hands as we walked into the New Age that was being manifested on this planet. She proved to me that there was so much more to life than what meets the eye. We would both meditate in the same room (and from long distances away) while feeling each other’s energy without making physical contact. And damn, did I feel her energy! We shared so many magical, synchronous moments, too. I felt like she would read my mind all the time. For example, we used to smoke cigs back then (even though we were healthy in all other aspects of life, which was dumb. We don’t smoke anymore…usually), and we would always share. Every time I would get the urge to hit her cig she would immediately hold out her hand and hand me it. She just knew. We knew. Also, she would text me immediately after I thought of her ALL the time. I remember one time waking up in the middle of the night, and she was the first thing on my mind. Literally 5 seconds later my phone dinged on the ground, and it was her. It was magic. She was magic.
She loved art. She loved music. She loved to dance. She loved plants. She loved books. She loved poems. She even loved the fucking Lord of the Rings! I loved the fucking Lord of the Rings! She loved weird jewelry. She loved dressing like a mystical goddess. She loved the idea of other dimensions and spirit guides. She loved the idea of Tantra, Reiki, and Witchcraft. She loved the idea of Atlantis. And of course, she loved crystals (I mean her name was even Jada, which was reminiscent of Jade…a fucking crystal). Oh, yeah. She also gave me the best back rubs and even made food for me without me asking. She even loved music festivals! I was in paradise. The days and nights I spent her with were some of the happiest moments of my life. I am so thankful they happened.
But it didn’t last. Unlike how I was with Solène, I became too attached, too clingy. Then, I did some stupid things. We didn’t work out. Luckily, it wasn’t quite the shit-show I experienced because of my dumb love for Solène. Still, I know I caused pain to both Jada and her former man. For that, I am sorry. Since then I haven’t wrecked any more relationships, and I don’t intend to. Although, I do strongly feel that you can never own a person. Even if you are boyfriend and girlfriend, you shouldn’t stay with each other if you meet someone else who truly feels right. Also, to the person who ends up getting dumped: if you truly loved that person, then the only thing you should want for them is for them to be happy. It is still going to hurt, though.
Anyways, I wasn’t mad that my romance was over with, just very sad. I smoked a lot of cigarettes. It was alright, though. Jada had already helped me grow more as a person than probably anyone else (other than my parents, of course). She proved to me that all this crazy shit I believed in actually had some truth behind it. She also turned me on to the field of Religious Studies. Knowing me, she recommended I pick up this class called, “RELG 102,” that was taught by a Dr. Snow (holy shit! Game of Thrones!). Obviously, I took her advice. I was blown away.
Dr. Snow turned out to be (and is) by far my favorite professor I have ever had in my life, and that class was absolutely one of my favorites. If you ever find yourself attending WVU, do yourself a favor and take it. I couldn’t believe it, but I actually looked forward to getting ready and going to school, because of that class. Not only that, but I neither could I believe what I was being taught in it. I was always under the impression that school was mostly bullshit. That it was meant to brainwash people and turn them into hard-working, law-abiding, consumer slaves. Not this class. This information was powerful, and I wish more people would take the time to learn about it. After all, religion is one of the number one driving forces behind human behavior on this planet. Living in such a growing diverse and global culture, you ought to know about it.
So, I learned all kinds of things. Every day I walked out of that class completely dumbfounded. I realized that all of the New Age stuff I learned from people who claimed to telepathically talk to aliens wasn’t “new” at all. In fact, it was old…very old. Ancient Hindu texts written thousands of years ago tell stories of advanced civilizations that came and went with the cycles of the planet. Yes, they spoke of cycles that shift when the moment is right. They spoke of a lot of things. They described how the universe owed its existence to sound. Everything was just different manifestations of the same vibration: OM. Another way they liked to think of this (because they describe the same thing millions of ways, just look at their gods) was: Krishna plays his flute and life is the divine dance!
The Hindu’s also believed in Karma, which I basically interpreted as the Law of Attraction. Whatever you say, think, and feel has an effect on everything else and helps determine the future you experience. They also believed in Brahman, which was the ultimate reality underlying all phenomena. It was the singular oversoul that is all of us and everything and nothing. Each of is an individual manifestation of the one Brahman. We each also have an atman (which is still just a manifestation of Brahman), which is our essence that passes on as we reincarnate from one life to the next. Death doesn’t exist. We are all immortal. We cannot die, because we are Brahman. We are the universe. Although we may all appear separate, we are all part of the One. And yes, Hindus have millions of different gods and goddess, but they all know that each is part of this same Oneness.
I really loved the Eastern Religions. Their famous practioners all seemed to do some type of meditation, yoga, and/or energy work. Some of them were vegan. Some of them were women. They all just seemed so in tune. For example, the Buddhists believed that everything is interdependent and interconnected. That arises, because this arises. This arises, because that arises. Nothing exists on its own. Instead we are all part of one grand process. We are all part of Nature. We are Nature. Suffering only exists because of attachment. Stop being attached, and stop suffering. Change is the only constant. Accept it. Be happy.
The Taoists believed in Yin and Yang: Feminine and Masculine. The world was (and is) dualistic, but this duality was two sides of the same coin: the Tao. Both need to be in balance or else there will be trouble. Those who know the Tao don’t speak the Tao. Those who speak the Tao don’t know the Tao. The Tao is everything. It’s impossible to ever know everything. Some things can just never be put into words. Some things aren’t even things. The Tao is the ultimate mystery. It is also you and me. It is also everything else. It is also nothing. You can follow it, by not following it. It is a paradox, just like all of life. The Tao is the flow. Go with the flow. Let things be. Don’t try. The Tao will take care of it. There is no stopping it, only helping or hindering it.
I loved every last minute of that class. The fact that I was re-learning the exact same things (just in different words) that I found so intriguing all those years ago while scouring the web was unbelievable! Only this time I was learning more, much more. The religious texts of the world were the ultimate goldmine of information and mystical advice. My hobby was research, after all, but I only enjoyed it when it was on the stuff that I, myself, wanted to know about. Now, I could go to college to learn what I wanted. It felt like was meant to read those alien messages, meet Jada, and take Dr. Snow’s class.
So, I became a Religious Studies major within weeks of taking that first class, and I continued to take classes with Dr. Snow. One other favorite of mine was a class on, “Mysticism.” Of course, by this point in my life I was considering myself a “mystic.” Of course I would take a class on myself. In it, I learned that every religion seemed to be saying the same thing at the core: that we are the One Infinite Consciousness expressing itself in infinite ways, infinitely. It is impossible to ever fully grasp it all. It is indescribable. It is everything. It is nothing.
Within each religious tradition, from both the West and the East, there exist stories of people that, through either strange practices or seemingly random chance, have been able to have these so called, “mystical experiences.” In several of these mystical experiences, the identity of the person experiencing it would dissolve into the entirety of existence. From that standpoint, the experiencer would know beyond a shadow of doubt that he/she/it is the One. Although, not every mystical experience was of such a high caliber. These experiences do vary, but the more and more I read about them, the more I realized they sounded exactly like psychedelic trips.
At some point around this time, I stumbled upon the book called, Be Here Now, by Baba Ram Dass. His name was originally Dr. Richard Alpert, and he used to hang out with people like Timothy Leary back in the day, all the while taking a bunch of LSD. He must’ve thought similar things, because he set out on a quest to India (because India was and is known to be home to all sorts of strange phenomena) in order to try and find out anything he could about what the hell he had been experiencing.
During his travels, Richard stumbled upon an old man in a blanket who appeared to be telling the people around him to steal Richard’s car. Richard obviously began to have a little bit of a panic attack. To calm him down, the man in the blanket told Richard that his mother had, “died last year,” and, “she had died of spleen.” Alpert burst into tears. How could this man in the middle of nowhere, halfway across the world, know something so true and personal about his life? Eventually, Richard chose to become a devotee of the man. The man in the blanket was his guru, and he later gave Richard the name Ram Dass. During that same night of their first encounter, Alpert did end up giving his guru some LSD. Actually, he gave him a lot. Hours passed. Nothing happened. It had no effect on the peculiar man in the blanket.
I couldn’t believe what I was reading. A psychedelic trip WAS some sort of mystical experience. Not only that, but mystical experiences probably didn’t even need drugs to happen. They could happen spontaneously, through mediation, or maybe even through sex! Still, drugs would be the most convenient way, and it is a damn crime against humanity for psychedelics to be illegal. Every single human being deserves to be able to feel one with the universe.
By this point I felt like I was convinced of it all. I am one with the universe, because I am the universe. As the Beatles say in the song, “I am the Walrus,”…. “I am he, as you are he, as you are me, and we are all together.” The Beatles were tripping balls. They were on some next level shit. I’m assuming they, too, (consciously or not) realized we are each a drop in the ocean of existence while also the entire ocean of existence in a drop. We are all the same being, existing simultaneously as different things. This isn’t some farfetched fantasy, either. It is possible to experience that oneness. Many people claim to have experienced it. Many books have been written on it. Even I was pretty damn positive I had experienced it, and several times. My life really was starting to make sense. I felt so relieved. If only I could convince others. I knew that if people could only realize this Truth, then they wouldn’t be so damn racist, sexist, and greedy. How could they?
By realizing you are One, you are realizing that by hurting other people you are only hurting yourself, because they ARE you. By harming Nature, you harm yourself, because you ARE Nature. It is the Golden Rule, and it is universal. “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” Because they are you.
This world is reaching a tipping point. I am not entirely sure how much of the future is in our control. Sometimes I think it is all predetermined. Sometimes I think that there is a flow, and we humans can either choose to help it or hinder it. Sometimes I think we all create our own reality via the content of our collective mind. Whatever it is, I know it is not random. In the end, I realized it doesn’t matter. We are either going to continue perceiving ourselves as separate from each other and from Nature until we end up destroying it all, or we will realize we are all one and work towards making this planet a paradise. I’ll do my best to promote the latter.
So, I continued to live my truth. I continued to make myself the best person I could be. I continued to spread love. I continued to raise the vibration of the planet. I continued my schooling and decided to go to Law School. I even continued to go to music festivals.
By the time summer of 2015 came around, I decided to work parking at a music festival in Delaware by the name of Firefly with a few friends. Although the crowd there wasn’t quite as friendly as I was used to other festivals, I still had a blast. Mainly, because it was there that I was dubbed the nickname, “Dragon.” It stuck. I am Dragon. And I knew that later that same summer I was going to go on a trip to Vietnam and Cambodia, where I would see a lot of dragons (not live ones, of course). It was such a fantastic trip, and was led by none other than my favorite professor, Dr. Snow, and his wife, Dr. Beal. Jada also went on this trip, because she was a Religious Studies major, too. That meant she was in almost all of my classes. It may have been a little awkward at first, but we managed to stay friends. Actually, I would consider her one of my very best friends at the moment of this writing.
Shout out to you, Jada. I love you, deeply.
Before we set out on the trip, Jada had told me something extraordinarily trippy. One of her friends, without knowing she was going on this trip, gave her a Lemurian quartz crystal. He told her that it was meant to be brought to the temple complex known as Angkor Wat in Cambodia. We were both thrilled. Maybe it was our mission to save the world after all. Maybe this crystal would serve as some sort of catalyst. Maybe we were going to end up holding hands as we walked into the new age, just this time as friends. And that was cool. We were excited.
I did some research and found out that if you drew a straight line across the Earth at just the right spot, it would intersect (within a margin of error of less than one tenth of one degree of latitude) with the Great Pyramid of Giza, Machupicchu, the Nazca lines, Easter Island, Persepolis, Mohenjo Daro, Petra, Ur, and Angkor Wat. Here was evidence of a connected ancient culture, and here was this crystal named after a connected, ancient, and advanced culture: Lemuria. Without even knowing of our trip, Jada was told to take it to Angkor Wat, one of the places that were on that line. We were going to Angkor Wat.
So we boarded our plane and headed across the Pacific Ocean towards South Korea. We had to stop there first for a layover. I have to say, the South Korean airlines had the best service I have ever experienced on an airplane. Everything was free (except the ticket)! And there were beautiful and kind Korean stewardesses that I loved to say, gamsahamnida, to. Anyways, we flew from Seoul, South Korea to Hanoi, Vietnam. After dodging the currents of mopeds while exploring the city several days and nights, we began our long journey down the Vietnamese coastline. We stopped in the incredible cities of Hue, Da Nang, Hoi An, and, finally, Ho Chi Minh City. Along the way, we also met our passionate and lovely tour guide, Xuân Tú, who quickly became our friend for life. We still need to find some way to help her come visit us here in the States!
After Vietnam, we passed over the border into the Cambodian city of Phnom Penh. The Cambodian people are such an exquisite race of people. I rarely every bring up the term, “race,” when referring to people, but it was just something about the complexion of their skin, color of their eyes, and texture of the hair that just exhumed beauty. I have never seen anything like it. My heart wept at the realization that so many of these lovely creatures perished in the worst ways imaginable during the genocide that happened only three decades ago. What a humbling feeling, to fully realize the true brutality human beings are capable of committing against one another.
As equally humbling, if not more humbling, is to fully realize the true creativity human beings are capable of expressing out into the world. The temple complex at Angkor Wat in it’s entirely takes up the space of over 400 football fields. All throughout the place are ludicrously long corridors that stretch on for at least several of those football fields. These corridors are built entirely of stone. While standing in them, the ceiling appears reachable only if you were to stack several people on top of each of their shoulders. The place is huge. Along all of the walls are the most intricate carvings of everything, too. Story, after story, after story, is carved out in intricate detail. There are gods, there are demons, and there are soldiers. Each is decorated elaborately with their garnished suits of armor, some as small as my hand. I wanted to cry. How was such a place possible? It had to take infinite amounts of dedication and labor. It seemed impossible, or, at least, improbable. I joked in my head that maybe at the time of Angkor Wat’s creation, human beings were experiencing a higher level of consciousness. They had access to technology or spiritual powers that we currently do not. Or, it could just be the result of straight up, hard, physical labor. That would be cool, too. Infinitely backbreaking, but cool.
The temple complex begins with a huge moat, crossable by a singular bridge. After the bridge, you wander into a long corridor that makes up the front part of the giant rectangle of stone corridors that makes up the outline of the entire temple complex. After passing through elaborate carvings and Buddha statues, you step out into the grand courtyard, which is even larger and longer than the length of the bridge that you had to cross to get across the moat. At the end of this courtyard is another corridor that also makes up the front part of the outline of another level of the complex. Through it, the same thing repeats, only much, much smaller. This continues a little bit until you reach the center temple. There, you climb up several levels until you finally reach the tippy top. That is where you would find the place Jada and I put the Lemurian Quartz crystal. It is in the central shrine. In the shrine was a Buddha statue, separated from the outside world by a gate. We placed this crystal just beyond this gate, slightly out of sight. We did a meditation for it, and then left. Mission accomplished. Nothing seemed to happen, at least physically. It was still a ton of fun, and it still felt significant. Maybe it did do something. I’d like to think so.
We spent the rest of our time exploring more temples during the day, while frolicking in the mad land that is the city of Siem Reap at night. God, that place is a blast. Our favorite bar to go to was called, “Angkor What?” Too perfect. I had a little too much fun our last night in the city, though. I ended up slicing my heel open on a metal girder while trying to explore the roof of our hotel. Luckily, Jada and our friend Ty were there to throw me in the shower and clean off my blood. Thanks, guys. I experienced my karma for that by having to limp the long distances from airport terminal to airport terminal while carrying my big ass backpacker pack.
Eventually we got home, and soon summer was over. I passed the time the same as always: taking care of myself, partying with my friends, and researching. Just recently, I began to stumble upon a lot of ideas surrounding mushrooms. Did you know that mushrooms can transport nutrients across the forest to take care of certain plants? It’s almost as if they have some sort of intelligence. Did you know they could also cause to you have a psychedelic, a.k.a. mystical, experience? Well, they can.
So, I began to contemplate the idea that Nature is intelligent, and she communicates via chemicals. Just look at hormones. My roommate last year had a male cat that he waited too long to get fixed. All that cat wanted to do was fuck and fight. He couldn’t help it. His hormones were telling him to. He didn’t mean to scratch the living hell out of my hand when I tried to break up a catfight. It was his nature. It was the chemicals. Everything is a chemical. We are all supposed to be made out the stuff on the Periodic Table of Elements. Then, therefore, it is possible that the psilocybin in magic mushrooms—a chemical—could interact with you in such a way as to communicate the intelligence of Mother Nature. The earth wants to talk to you. We have turned our back on her.
Remember the point of the channeled messages? The Divine Feminine is supposed to be returning. Mother Nature IS the Divine Feminine. That is the reason I was realizing this about mushrooms now. I was meant to. She has reached out to me. She wants to speak with us all again. She wants the return of her Holy Communion with humanity. Nature is not mute. Man is deaf.
After realizing this, I stumbled upon a book called, The Great Cosmic Mother, by Monico Sjöö and Barbara Mor. In it, they talk about what they call, “the religion of the Earth.” Perfect. I was a Religious Studies major, after all. And I do love the Earth. Anyways, this, “religion of the Earth,” so they say, is the religion that all people, all over the planet, used to have. Actually, it was never really a, “religion,” at all. “Religion” is just a word that we invented later, and it is the best thing we currently have to describe the phenomenon we are trying to talk about. What this phenomenon is was the true Holy Communion. The ancient peoples, whether they were eating mushrooms or not, actually perceived the rest of Nature to be alive. They perceived Her as an intelligent cosmic being. They knew who She was. She was the Great Mother, and we were all Her children. She came in many forms. She came in all forms. Each and every culture had (and still has) its own unique way of honoring Her, but at the core it is all the same. The Great Mother is real, and She is Love. And She is here. She never left. We just ignored Her, and then forgot about Her. She wants us to remember.
Nahko and Medicine for the People is one of the most fantastic musical groups to ever grace my eardrums. The power in the message that Nahko speaks is exactly the same power that I am speaking of. Of course, one of his new songs that recently came out while I was reading this book is called, “Love Letters to God.” In it, he refers to God as a, “she.” What perfect divine timing. The Mother is on her way back.
I was still checking channeled messages at this point in my life. They recently said that 2016 is it. It’s the year. I’m writing this in 2016. They said there are going to be three waves, each at an equinox or solstice. Two waves had already happened by the time I first heard Nahko’s new song. The third wave happened on the Summer Solstice, but we’ll get to that later.
Anyways, fast forward to June of this year. I decided to work Firefly again, except, this time, I went alone. I’ve never been to a festival alone before, and I’ve been to over a dozen. This was exciting! When I first arrived at camp, I felt a little awkward at first, but my next door neighbors soon told me to move my tent over and closer to there’s so I could join a larger circle tents. I immediately obliged. Every single last person who ended up around me turned out to be an absolutely fantastic person. They made me feel perfectly at home throughout the weekend. Thank you, guys, so much. If everyone was like you the world would be a paradise.
Right around the end of my first day working parking there, a strange thing happened. I was walking back to trade out my shifts with another person because, finally, mine was over. While walking, out of nowhere one of the other workers yells at me, “Hey you! I don’t know you! Come to my tent later.” Alright, I will. Later, when I went back to camp, I realized his tent was the one directly behind mine. He had even hung a string up between the two in order to hang a tapestry and have a drying line. Go figure. When I finally met him, he told me his name was, “Panther. I don’t like government names.” Immediately I knew I liked this guy. I told him mine was Dragon, and he got a kick out of that. Panther and Dragon. How cool!
Later on, Panther’s girlfriend, Angela, offered to sell me some cool stones and pendants. Obviously, I wanted to check them out. The first few were really cool, but I wasn’t feeling them. Then, she got to the one. It was a little metal turtle with a marble in its shell. I loved it. She told me it was one of her first pendants to wear to music festivals, so it had a shit ton of good vibes in it from all of her amazing experiences. That made me love it more. I bought it, and I’m still wearing it right now.
The rest of Firefly was fun, but, just like my previous year, I decided to leave as soon as Saturday night was over. In other words, I left really early Sunday morning. I was in a hurry to get home, and I still had a lot of energy to drive. The reason I have done this both years is because I knew that in just a couple of days I would be going to the granddaddy festival of them all: Electric Forest. I needed all the rest I could get. The crowd at Firefly was cool, but the people I meet at Electric Forest bring me tears because they are so friendly and interesting. While driving home, I realized that all of the people that I met at my campsite were also that friendly and interesting. I began to cry, because I realized how stupid I was for not saying goodbye. They were such good people, and I did not even take the time to tell them goodbye. I’m sorry guys. I love you.
When I got home I got to sleep on my new, copper infused mattress for the first time. I had been mattress-less for weeks, and it came in the mail while I was in Delaware. I slept for over 14 hours while having a really strange and beautiful, almost-lucid dream. Behind my house was this enormous cliffside that lead out into the ocean. Carved into the side of it was an equally enormous, ancient-Greek-looking city. I wandered all around it in my dream, until I found what was, apparently, a classroom. Large, ornate, stone pillars surrounded it on all edges. There were a few desks, and I sat at one. Dr. Snow was the professor there. I talked to him about his Japan trip, because that was where he currently was while I was having this dream. I think he is still there at the time of this writing. I am so jealous of everyone there, and I hope they all have/had an unforgettable and magical experience. I couldn’t go because, for one, I just graduated, and two, I am NOT missing Electric Forest. Sorry. Anyways, I continued to explore the city. In one room, reminiscent of the Pantheon in Rome, I realized I could fly around just by flapping my arms. It was an extraordinary feeling, but soon I woke up. Oh well, in a few days I’ll be living the dream. And it will be real.
This year was my fifth year at Electric Forest. I went with the same childhood friends that went with me the first year (except two of them). It was our second year doing the Good Life, which is pretty much the lowest level of V.I.P. you can get at the Forest. It was still V.I.P. Good lord, the benefits are so worth it. It is quicker to walk to and fro to camp from any of the stages than it is to walk from the first stage to the very last. You also get secret sets each night after the forest closes. They always go to sunrise, too. Oh yeah, you also have flushable toilets and showers. It is by far, the Good Life.
Our neighbors were perfect. We all combined canopies to have one large mess hall. I did not experience a single bad vibe all weekend long, even with such a large group of strangers. They were awesome! One of them, Dale, brought a rather short rave stick with a, “high five,” on the top of it. It was a big five with a face drawn on it. Its eyes were red, of course. Although it wasn’t Dale’s fifth time in the forest, it was ours. How perfect! Another one of our neighbors, Scott, wore a fucking Legend of Zelda shirt most of the days, too. I fucking love Legend of Zelda! That weekend I saw more Triforces than I have ever seen in my entire life! Even the bumper sticker that I used to identify which row our car was in said, “A day without sunshine is a day without fairies.” Link had a fairy, Navi! Too fucking perfect.
What was even more perfect was the experience I had Sunday to Monday morning. It began Sunday afternoon while lying on the shag carpet we always bring in and set in front of the stage at the Ranch Arena. I was having a terrible time. I drank too much. I did too much. I felt awful. My insides felt like they were slowly rotting away. The back of my head and neck had a hot and horrid feeling. I felt like dying. If I moved I would have puked everywhere. I thought to myself, “Just ride it out. Lay here. You are fine.” I wasn’t fine. It was starting to scare me.
“What if this really is the end? Am I going to die? You’re so stupid, Ryan! You had so much potential.” Wait. That is when it hit me. I knew I had so much potential. I knew that the Great Mother had blessed me with such a fantastic fairy tale of a life already, there is no way this could be the end. I had so much more to accomplish.
I lied there, still in a bunch of pain. I kept all of my thoughts positive. I even tried to do a breathing technique I learned while practice the Wim Hof method. For your information, Wim Hof is known as the Iceman, and you can watch an awesome Vice documentary about him on YouTube. In it, he teaches other people how to have the same “superpower” as him, which is walking around almost naked in the extreme cold. He gathers a group of normal people, and slowly has them dunk into an ice-cold pond somewhere up in Northeastern Europe during the winter. They all come out of it, do a breathing technique, and warm their bodies up. Eventually, for graduation, Wim Hof takes them all on a hike up to the peak of a snow-covered mountain; all the while they all wear nothing but their shorts. No shirts! Except for the girls. For them, a sport bra would suffice (free the nipple!).
Wim Hof also claims that by using his techniques and becoming more in tune with one’s body, anyone can learn how to heal any disease. He has even had tests done on him where doctors have injected things into him that would have made any normal person vomit within moments. They had no effect on him. Mind over matter.
So, I began to do some breathing techniques. I focused on the fact that I was a light being. That I was love. I was made of energy. This energy is the Great Mother. She will take care of me. I am fine. I am healed. I kept thinking along those lines while focusing on my breath. Eventually, after almost 2 hours, I began to feel better. Still not optimal, but better, which was good too, because I was missing the beginning of a show I wanted to see. Finally, I was able to stand up. I convinced my friend Alex to make the long journey with me through to the Forest to the stage in the back called, “Sherwood Court.”
We made it there. I still wasn’t feeling so hot. We made it a ways up into the crowd of people. I lied down. It was pretty much shoulder to shoulder where we were at, but festival people are really cool people. They made room and let me lie down. Some people even asked me to watch their bags. I did. We trusted each other. We are Forest Family. Then, someone picked up one of the bags. I quickly got the attention of the woman who asked me to watch them. She said, “That one is hers. Ours are all here.” Cool.
Eventually, the music began. I stood up. Meh. I was alright. I could dance a little bit. I tried. I failed. I knew I was going to puke. I really didn’t want to, but I finally accepted that it was going to happen. I turned around. Sardines. Using the concentration garnered from my years of meditating, I somehow managed to hold the yack feeling down until I got to the port-o-potties. I managed to wait in line with that horrid feeling curdling in my stomach, too. When it was finally my turn, I did my best to get all of it in the hole. I know I didn’t. I told the next person, “Sorry. Be Careful in there,” as I held the door for them. I felt a little relieved. Sweaty, but relieved.
I tried my best to make it back into the crowd, but the crampedness of it all was making me sick. It was better to stay where I was. I started to feel good again. I danced, and I danced well. Then, boom. It was back. I was going to puke, and this time it was happening immediately. I puked in my mouth while simultaneously turning to run out of the crowd. I swallowed. I shoved people out of the way as nicely as I could. I was almost near an open space. I puked again. This time I caught it with my hands and shoved it back in my mouth. I swallowed again. At this point I was practically in tears. I pressed on.
Finally! Freedom. I made it to an open space and ran up to the nearest wall of a fence. With one hand holding myself up on the wall and the other holding a thumb’s up, I proceeded to vomit waterfalls. One person walking by gave me a quick, yet gentle pat on the ass. I giggled in my head. The intention I felt from it was, “You’re going to be alright, buddy.” I agreed, and I felt relieved. I knew I was in good hands. The Great Mother was taking care of me. After several streams of liquid, I finally began to feel like a human being again. I still wasn’t optimal, nor anywhere close where I wanted to be (which was fucking amazing, by the way), but it was progress. The night wasn’t anywhere close to being over, either. So, I decided I should stay away from large crowds just in case I might have to puke again. I turned and headed into to the Forest.
The Forest is home. There is no place on Earth that I feel more magically in tune with everything and everyone. The place is literally a large forest that is absolutely littered with the most fantastic and creative art. There are interactive buildings and props for everyone to play on and with. There are even hired actors that dress up in elaborate costumes and act in deliberate ways, too. Also, lights, there are so many lights. All of it adds onto the magical madness. The whole place is one exquisite and elaborate piece of art, including all of the people visiting. We’re all One. It’s such a strange feeling, being like that. Everyone in there becomes the best version of their selves, acting along in this illustrious play.
I stumbled upon a section of the Forest that I recognized from years past. It is hard describe, but I’ll do my best. There is a square wooden platform, with the floor divided into four sections. You can sit on those sections if you want, and place your feet comfortably within the chasms the division creates. At each of the four corners of this divided platform are wooden posts that lead up to the also wooden roof. The roof is also divided into four sections, and they are each slanted like a pyramid, meeting at the top, center point. On the bottom of the roof (the part you see when you are sitting in this thing and you look up) are super intricate, psychedelic paintings and pictures. This year, they also had what appeared to be the lids of metal food cans hanging down from the ceiling on strings.
When I approached, I immediately felt the urge to voice my thought to the first person I saw, “Well this cool!” The guy looks at me and goes, “You want to know what’s even cooler?? This is the first one I turned around and looked at and,” he pinched one of the metal lids and flipped it around so I could see, “It’s my fucking name!” “No fucking way! You’re lying!” “I swear!” I could tell by the sound of his voice that he was definitely not lying. Wow. How incredible! I started feeling really good. Still not the best, but really good. The experience was really satisfying. I remembered that in one of my previous years, I had had a really bad experience at that very same spot. Maybe I just now healed those bad vibes. Maybe. Either way it was great. I left and continued on with my journey.
I slowly wandered my way over to the central stage in the Forest called The Observatory. The place is like a large Chinese fire lantern turned into a stage at a music festival. Anyways, Dixon’s Violin was playing. I figured it would be pleasantly comfortable for me to walk right through the middle of the seated crowd. So, I slowly paced myself to the rhythm of the music as I tip-toed over the bodies of the listeners. Right around the time I reached dead center of the stage and crowd, a person seated down got my attention. He said something along the lines of, “Hey. Sit down. Watch this. Stay for the whole show. Get lost in the music. It will get you right back in your heart.”
That sounded like a fantastic idea. I took off my Camelbak and laid it on the ground to use as a pillow. Luckily, I was also wearing a cape, so I used that as my blanket. The guy didn’t lie to me. I didn’t move a muscle the whole show (except to maybe scratch my ear once or twice). All I did was focus on the sound of the violin and the feelings it gave me. Way earlier in that day, back when I first started feeling sick in front of the Ranch Arena, all of the pain I was feeling was in my lower abdomen and in the back of my head and lower neck. Now, while listening to Dixon’s serenade, I felt those two areas start to feel a light and tingly feeling. Any pressure I was feeling began to melt away. The tingling started to feel good. I started to feel good. This swirling, good feeling that was happening in both my lower and upper parts of my body began to flow outwards to my arms and legs. They began tingling too. Then, the feeling made its way both up and down and into my chest. It went into my heart. Just like the guy had said. I was in my heart.
The music wasn’t over, either. I stayed there, on the ground, and in my heart. I just felt the good vibrations gradually get smoother and smoother, deeper and deeper. My soul was being soothed. My mind was being soothed. My body was being soothed. I never wanted it to end, but, of course, it came to an end. But it didn’t matter. I felt fucking amazing. My goal from earlier had finally been reached. My Sunday night was in fact NOT wasted. I had done it. I got to the feeling I wanted to feel. I was perfectly at peace. I was perfectly in love.
So, I decided it would be a great time to go to our camp. All I had to do was walk to the edge of the Forest to get back to the Good Life, and we still had secret sets to dance at till sunrise, also. It was time to go back. When I got there, all of my childhood buddies I come each year with were there. Perfect timing. They were getting ready to go to the secret sets themselves. So I waited on them. While messing around at camp, I decided I wanted a biscuit sandwich. I saw a sign for them earlier. I figured I would stop by on our way to the secret sets. The food stalls were right beside it anyways.
On the way to the secret sets, I split off from the group as planned. While walking towards the food places, I saw several lines that appeared to be waiting for food. I stood behind the shortest one. Immediately someone told me I was in the wrong line, “This is the line for people who already stood in that line to get a plate.” They pointed at the singular, giant centipede of a line next to them that was obviously the real line to get in. So I figured, shit, I might as well go pee. It was going to be a long one.
I began my journey to the bathrooms by first having to walk my way around this monster of a line. Right as I reached the end of it, the last two people caught my attention. They were my neighbors from last year. Holy shit! I told them my situation, and they said, “We got you. Go pee.” Nice. I went, peed, and came back. They held my spot in line, alright, only, the line hadn’t moved one bit. Whatever. It was still a nice gesture.
At first I didn’t remember which group of the neighbors from last year those two belonged to, but that all changed when the guy referred to himself as Panda. Holy fucking shit. It was Panda and his girlfriend who were in line with me. They were the people who were (and are, as far as I know) friends with the girl who is dating Excision. And his name is fucking Panda! Then it hit me. I’ve met a Panda, a Panther, and I’m a Dragon. How fucking cool! I was always into everything about the East, anyways. Maybe they are my spirit guides. It would make sense.
After running out of things to talk about, we all proceeded to dance in line. Even from way back there, the music was loud. It was loud enough for me to easily go into my trance. That is what I do when I dance. I put myself in a trance. When I’m really in it, no thoughts enter my head. My body is completely relaxed. I don’t really do anything, but yet I dance. And I love to dance. It is my art. It is my best meditation.
Then, for some reason, I just started talking to this girl. She tells me that she loves to dance, and that it is, “such an art.” She tells me that she can tell everything about a person just by watching the way they dance. She tells me that she thinks dancing is meditation. I was in shock. Who was this person? It felt like this person was another me. It felt like I’ve known this person forever, because I was this person. And she felt the same way. And I knew it. And she knew that I knew it.
At this point I realized she was wearing a (I think it was this color) red kimono. A fucking kimono, of all things! I thought about how my favorite professor in the universe, Dr. Snow, was in Japan at that very moment. That bastard!
Things started to get even more weird. I just kept talking to this girl, because we both had endless things to say. It felt like our thoughts flowed gracefully out of our mouth without either of us trying. It just happened. So, we started learning everything about each other. Very similar things. It turns out she was starting to have a bad experience earlier. I was having a bad experience earlier. She asked her grandmother (who recently passed away. Bless her heart) for guidance and had faith that everything would be alright. I asked the Great Mother for guidance and I had faith she would take care of me. Both of us were led out of our misery and into the light.
She ended up wandering over to the Observatory during Dixon’s Violin (at the exact same time I was being placed back in my heart). It was there that she met a girl she immediately knew was special. Her name was Ashtar (which was the name of an ascended being whose channeled messages I used to read). The two of them both talked about how dancing was like going to church. How it was meditation (which was exactly what the two of us talked about when we first met in line). It turned out Ashtar was to soon travel to Bali. So, she decided then and there that she was going with her. Oh, my god. I told her how I also met someone at a music festival, who liked me and my friends so much that they also decided to come and live with us. Except he only traveled from Louisiana to West Virginia. This girl was going to travel all the way to Bali from…Chicago. She was from Chicago. Jada’s boyfriend is from Chicago. These stories are sounding way too similar.
Then I told her I was named Dragon. She went wild. I went wild. I knew that must’ve been another significant thing for her. It was. She told me about the rest of her night. She and Ashtar were talking about how they intended to make their dreams a reality. They were talking about how to manifest love. Out of nowhere, a random guy comes up to them and tells them, “Go to the East. Follow the Dragons.” Bali was east. They were thrilled.
The two decided to wander around the Forest some more. They stumbled upon a booth where a woman was selling jewelry. They had to buy something to commemorate the moment. Everything was too perfect. They did. While there, the woman running the shop began to tell them how she had had a bizarre dream the previous night. In it, she was battling a dragon. And she won. She overcame the beast in her dream. The two girls gasped. More references to dragons. Then, out of nowhere, a man wearing a shirt with two dragons on it walked up to them. They could hardly believe their eyes, and I could hardly believe what she was telling me.
“There is no way!” I told her. She laughed and excitedly told me that she even had a picture of the shirt, and that it had a quote on it that I was going to love. I still couldn’t believe what was happening. So, she got out her phone and handed me the picture. There it was! It was a shirt with two dragons on it and a quote. The quote read:
“These are lessons learned when time is short and waning. We answered the call without hesitation, and never gave to doubt any thought of failure. They faced us with steel and we responded in kind. For there is no difference except for belief.”
Shockwaves rippled through my spine and into the rest of my body. My entire being was rippling. I told her to hold me. She did. That shirt had so much significance to everything I have learned throughout my life that I was rocked to the core. For one, there were dragons on the shirt. I am Dragon. Two, dragons are reptiles. David Icke thinks evil reptilians are keeping this planet and all of humanity enslaved. I felt like these reptilians may be real, but I knew for sure they were at least symbolic. I figured they symbolized negative energy. Then I thought about the source of negative energy. That is the imbalance of Divine Masculine and Divine Feminine energies. We have had too much Divine Masculine. Maybe the reptilians symbolize this excess masculinity. Yes, let’s go with that. The woman who sold them jewelry did battle a dragon in her dream, after all.
Three, the quote on the shirt described the cycle that we were in. We are currently in a cycle where the Divine Masculine is out of balance. This is symbolized by the reptilians, by the two dragons. We are being controlled by reptilians, and/or we are being controlled by the fact the Divine Masculine is too overbearing. This has resulted in the majority of humanity living in a quagmire of despair for the past several thousand years. Our true history (and our true knowledge) has either been lost or taken. Now it is time to take it back.
The quote on his shirt describes the process of me realizing these things. Let me explain:
“These are lessons learned when time is short and waning.” – The world is at a tipping point. The great change is going to happen soon.
“We answered the call without hesitation, and never gave to doubt any thought of failure.” – This is talking about all of us. We all chose to live these lives. This is because we are the One Infinite Consciousness. We created this experience so that we could experience ourselves, together. We agreed to do this experiment. We didn’t at once think that anything could go wrong, but it did.
“They faced us with steel and we responded in kind.” – We began to kill each other. We forgot who we were. We forgot we were one. We became afraid. We began to covet. We began to become immoral. We began to steal. We began to fight. We began to kill. And we still do.
“For there is no difference except for belief.” – This is the key to the puzzle. At the core we are all the same. Literally. We are all one being, perceiving itself as separate individuals. We are One, yet at the same time we each still get to keep our separate egos. Life would be no fun without an ego. I am still Dragon. If I wasn’t Dragon, then I wouldn’t be able to share this story with you. We are all both an ego AND the One Infinite Consciousness, simultaneously. How is this possible? Beats me. It’s a paradox. The ultimate mystery can never be fully understood. Give up already. Even if you don’t understand it doesn’t mean it is not the Truth.
So, as individuals, we still get the freedom to engage in the act of believing things. That’s one of the pros of being a human. We can think! People choose to believe in things, that’s why we talk about the “freedom of belief.” We are free to choose what we want to believe. Belief is a choice, and the only person holding you back from changing your belief is yourself. Don’t take your parents’ word for it. Don’t take your religion’s word for it. Don’t take the government’s word for it. Don’t take my word for it. Don’t take anybody or anything’s word for it. Distrust all authority, except the authority that rests within your own heart. Beware false prophets. The only true prophet can be found within you, for you can believe whatever the fuck you want, and guess what? When you change your belief, you change your reality. So, why not believe that we are all One? And why not also believe that each individual has the right to express their self in any way their heart sees fit? The only one holding you back is you. Trust your heart.
At this point, other people in line started talking. It felt like our conversation created a space of loving energy where everyone else around us felt free to express themselves. It was rather quiet the whole time before we had begun talking. As soon as we were silent, immediately someone asks aloud, “So can we talk shit about this line now or what?” Everyone seemed to simultaneously agree, and that opened up the floodgates for human conversations and connections. Time started to go faster, because we were having fun. We pointed out the duality of it all. Yin and Yang. We noted how waiting in line sucked monkey balls, yet at least the food was made fresh, with good ingredients, and right in front of us. Everything has a good and a bad side to it. Yin and Yang.
I finally got my food. Immediately, I began looking around for kimono girl. Oh, no! Did I lose her? Nope. She came walking right into my view, plate in hand. We sat down across from each other at the nearest picnic table. All of a sudden, I realized I didn’t even know her name. She knew mine, Dragon, but I had no idea who she was. So, I asked her. It was Margeaux. I thought it sounded French. Actually, it was French, and it meant, “Pearl.” Another fucking crystal! Solène jumped into my head. I thought of the Moon. Then I thought of the Reptilians on the Moon. I realized the two were part of the same thing. And I was Dragon. I am Dragon. I am representing the energy of the Divine Masculine. I’m also representing the energy of the Moon. The reptilians lived on the Moon, too, remember? I’ve also been attracted for a long time to the crystal, selenite, which is also named after the Greek goddess of the, you guessed it, Moon. Everything makes sense.
All of a sudden, Margeaux reached her hands out across the table, “I don’t know why, but for some reason I feel like I have to tell you this. Take my hands.” I took her hands. She looked me straight in the eyes. She stared into my soul. She said, “You are worthy of this life. You can do this. Believe in yourself. Don’t forget what I said.” This made me scream, “Are you an angel?!” We both agreed we both were. We were so high. We could almost see each other’s wings. “Can I kiss you?” she asked. “Of course!” She leaned over the table and we grasped each other as she gave me a quick, yet gentle kiss on the lips. It wasn’t the romantic type. It was more of the, “I have known you since before the beginning of existence. I am you. I love you deeply,” sort of kiss. It was perfect. It couldn’t be more perfect.
Out of absolutely nowhere, a man walked up to us at our picnic table. He had something in his hand. It was a little box, a container of something. Without saying a word, he placed it on the table in front of both of us. I made eye contact with Margeaux. Her eyes twinkled. We couldn’t believe what was happening. Within the box was none other than two matching crystal pendants. This couldn’t be. It really was too perfect. We were meant to have those crystals.
I asked how much they were. The man said they were $150 each. Margeaux flinched. I knew she wouldn’t pay that much. She seemed disappointed. I told her we had to. She still looked doubtful. The man offering us the sale cheered her up. “By the sound of it, he’s going to get them,” he said. He was referring to me. And he was right, although, I didn’t have the money on me. Actually, I didn’t even know if I had the money. I had already overspent my limit.
I told him my problem. He said we would give them both to us for $200. “Come to the ATM with me,” I told him. He agreed. “Wait here,” I said to Margeaux. She waited. We went to the ATM, all the while talking about how grandly the Great Spirit had blessed us. He was a really cool dude. When I went to check my balance on the ATM, however, I received an error. Apparently, my bank account wouldn’t let me print out my balance on that ATM, or something else just wasn’t working. Either way, I still had no idea how much money I had. All I could do was type in $200.00 and hope for the best. But then I thought, “Who am I kidding? After everything that has happened to me, how could I still not get it? This was meant to happen. I am going to have the money.” I had the money.
We went back to Margeaux and made the trade. The two of us playfully argued over who should pick first. I finally agreed to. I chose, and, of course, she yelped in excitement as she said, “Yes! This is the one I wanted anyways.” “Of course it was,” I said. We both talked about how perfect everything was, and how we both knew it. Then we began to eat the food we had completely forgotten about.
While trying to eat, I realized that I had now received a pendant at both of the festivals I had been to this year. The first one was at Firefly. It was the turtle and marble one that I had received from Angela. She had said it was extremely special to her, since she wore it at many of her first festivals. I knew how magical those can be. I knew this turtle was full of love. All of a sudden, I got the feeling that the love within the turtle pendant had helped protect me and lead me to this very moment. Then I remembered a story I had heard while in Hanoi, Vietnam. While we there, we visited a lake that was named after a turtle. It also had a peculiar legend behind it. The legend goes as follows:
The soon to be Vietnamese emperor, Lê Lợi, revolted in 1418 against the Ming Dynasty, who had invaded and occupied Vietnam in 1407. This is truth. Sadly, he was unable to muster the strength to defeat the Ming Dynasty in battle. In order to help Lê Lợi, the god called The Dragon King (holy shit! Dragon!) decided to lend him his sword. There was a catch, though. The sword would come in two parts (just like the Divine Masculine and the Divine Feminine. Yin and Yang. The two sides of the same Tao!).
These two parts were the blade and the sword hilt. The blade was placed into Thanh Hóa province. There lived a fisherman named Lê Thận. He was not related to Lê Lợi in any way. One night, his fishing net caught something heavy. Thinking of how much money he would get for this big fish, he became very excited. However, his excitement soon turned into disappointment when he saw that his catch was a long, thin piece of metal which had somehow become entangled in his net. He threw it back into the water, and recast the net at a different location. When he pulled the net in, the metal piece had found its way back into the net. He picked it up and threw it far away with all its strength. The third time the fishing net came up, the same thing happened. The metal piece was once again caught in the net. Bewildered, he brought his lamp closer and carefully examined the strange object. Only then did he notice that it was the missing blade of a sword. He took the blade home and, not knowing what to do with it, put it in the corner of his house.
Some years later, Lê Thận joined the rebel army of Lê Lợi, where he quickly rose in ranks. Once, the general visited Lê Thận’s home. Because his house lacked lighting, everything was dark. No one could see a thing, but, as though it was sensing the presence of Lê Lợi, the blade at the corner of the house suddenly emitted a bright glow. Lê Lợi quickly hurried to the blade and lifted it into the air. On it, he saw two words manifesting before his very eyes: Thuận Thiên (which translates to, “Will of Heaven”). Lê Thận’s told Lê Lợi that he should took the blade with him. He did.
One day, while on the run from the enemy, Lê Lợi saw a strange light emanating from the branches of a banyan tree. He climbed up and there he found the hilt of a sword, encrusted with precious gems. Remembering the blade he found earlier, he took it out and placed it into the hilt. The fit was perfect. Believing that Heaven had entrusted him with the great cause of freeing the land, Lê Lợi took up arms and rallied people under his banner. For the next few years, the magic sword brought him one victory after another, until Vietnam was once again free from Chinese rule. Lê Lợi ascended the throne in 1428, ending his 10-year campaign, and reclaiming independence for the country.
One year after ascending the throne, Lê Lợi was on a dragon boat cruising around Hồ Lục Thủy (Green Water Lake), directly in front of his palace. When they came to the middle of the lake, a giant turtle with a golden shell emerged from under the water surface. Lê Lợi ordered the captain to slow down, and at the same time looked down to see that the magic sword on his belt was moving on its own. The golden turtle advanced toward the boat. With a human voice, it asked the king to return the magic sword to his master, the Dragon King, who lived under the water. It suddenly became clear to Lê Lợi that the sword was only lent to him to carry out his duty, but now it must be returned to its rightful owner, lest it corrupt him. Lê Lợi drew the sword out of its scabbard and lobbed it towards the turtle. With great speed, the turtle opened its mouth and snatched the sword out the air. Then, it descended back into the water, with the shiny sword in its mouth, and for a long period a flickering light was said to have been seen from beyond the muddled depths of the lake. From then on, people renamed that lake “Sword Lake” or “Lake of the Returned Sword.”
Life was crystal clear for me at that moment. I thought I had felt the One before, but it was nothing like this. I WAS the One. I AM the One. I am the Dragon King. The turtle pendant led me to this moment. It caused me to receive this crystal. The Golden Turtle God has returned my sword, Heaven’s Will. I have never felt this at peace and connected in my entire life. I did it. I have ascended. I felt similar to the way I felt after my first Electric Forest experience, only infinitely more intense. It was insane. Margeaux joked in the happiest voice imaginable, “We are so insane! Aren’t we insane?” I screamed in joy, “Yes!” And then it hit me. It really hit me. Margeaux was feeling the exact same thing. She was on the exact same level. I was looking into the eyes of another completely realized being. We were both, in that moment, completely realized beings. The Truth was absolutely clear, to both of us. As Christopher McCandless (or should I say, Alexander Supertramp) would say, “Happiness is only real when shared.”
And we were sharing it. We were sharing the Truth of that moment, in that moment. It was REAL. It happened. We were present. We were here and now. We both concluded aloud, “ONLY INFINITE LOVE EXISTS. EVERYTHING ELSE IS AN ILLUSION.” I then told her to touch her crystal pendant to mine. We took our free hands and placed them over each other’s hearts. Then, I told her to beam all of the Love that we were (and always are) into our pendants. We did. Mission accomplished. We ascended. We realized the Truth, together. We were our own proof. And we are our own proof. We are the ones we’ve been waiting for.
It was time to say farewell. We had been talking for over an hour, and I needed to find my friends. Margeaux was thinking about heading back to her camp as well. We told each other we loved one another, and parted. I went one way. She went the other. Although, it wasn’t before long before I bumped right back into her. She said she changed her mind. She wanted to dance. I asked her if she wanted to come with me to find my friends. Then I immediately said, “No. Nevermind. Be free. Set love free. If you love it, let it go.” I haven’t seen her since.
While walking towards the music emanating from the secret set, I remembered just how ironic the universe was. God really does love irony. Earlier, Margeaux reminded me of Solène. I thought of the way I loved Solène. I remembered how I knew from the beginning that she wouldn’t be staying. I remember how I accepted letting her go. It makes perfect sense that my last words to Margeaux were what they were.
I felt fucking amazing, so I danced. I felt so complete, so full of love. I wanted to make love. And I was surrounded by some of the most beautiful women I have ever seen in my life. Who do I choose? How could I choose? I decided I wasn’t going to. I knew I could dance, and I knew I could dance well. So, I decided I wanted to attract someone to me. It was, “Her Forest,” after all. Literally, this was the first year at Electric Forest that they had segregated safe spaces for women. So, I continued dancing. Out of nowhere, the thought of a girl from back home by the name of Summer entered my awareness. I no longer felt the urge to dance. I wanted to go back to camp, so I did.
Why was I thinking about Summer? Honestly, I never really did think that much about Summer, unless she was in the same room as me, or if I passed the street sign that bears her name. Why now? I walked back to my car’s row and remembered the bumper sticker about fairies, “A day without sunshine is a day without fairies.” Hmmmm. Summer. Hmmmm. Sunshine. Could Summer be a representation of the Sun? By this time I was back at camp. I began to rummage through my tent for something comfy. My thoughts were still running wild, “Could Summer be a representation of the Divine Feminine? I figured out earlier that I was a representation of the Divine Masculine.” I also remembered how I was a reptilian associated with the Moon. “Am I the Moon? Is she the Sun?” I was feeling tingly again. So much of this was making sense to me, except that part. All throughout most of history, the Sun has always been referred to as a he, while the Moon has always been referred to as a she (if referred to as anything at all). Then, I looked down.
I gasped. My pillowcase was littered with suns and moon. Each has a face, and most of them are melded into one. By that, I mean each pair (of a sun and a moon), fit together to make circles. The typical design was of a crescent moon, filled in by a sun. My pillow case was full of these variations of the two pairs. I couldn’t believe my eyes. But I had to. The very first pair I looked at was of a moon as a man, and a sun as a woman. I freaked.
This was it! We did it! Not only have the Divine Masculine and the Divine Feminine been brought into balance, the poles have shifted. The Divine Masculine is now the Moon, and the Divine Feminine is now the Sun. They have switched! And they have combined together. The sword has been put together and returned to its master. Heaven’s Will is here.
I kept thinking of Summer. She reminded me of one of my favorite songs. I started singing it, “In the middle of summer, all was golden in the sky. All was golden when the day met the night.” I gasped once again. I couldn’t believe this song’s significance. The song is called, “When the Day Met the Night,” by Panic! At the Disco. I was singing the chorus. The very first verse of the song goes like, “When the moon fell in love with the sun, all was golden in the sky. All was golden when the day met the night.” I wanted to cry. It all made sense. Everything made so much sense. I thought there couldn’t be more sense. Everything was so perfect already. I was wrong.
I remembered two things: a channeling I had read a week or two earlier, along with a Facebook post I made after. The channeling was about this year’s summer solstice. It was also about the final three waves of energy meant to blast our Earth with a tsunami of Love. The channeling said two of the three waves have already happened. It also said that the third wave was to happen at or around this year’s summer solstice.
The Facebook post was about the summer solstice. I do it every year. I wish everyone a happy solstice. But, this year I also included a fact that I had read about earlier that day. On this year’s summer solstice, it will be the first time we have had a full moon on the summer solstice since 1967. 1967 was the so called, “Summer of Love.” Now, once again, in 2016, we are going to have a summer of Love. I told Facebook that it was our turn, and that we should make it count. We made it count.
It all makes sense. The third wave happened. It happened right after the full moon on the summer solstice. There was a full moon, on the one day of the year we received the most sunshine. Both the Sun and the Moon were at their maximum capacities. The Divine Masculine and the Divine Feminine met each other head on. I played my role. All of us played our roles. The energy work has been done, and will continue to be done. The turtle has returned the sword to the Dragon King. We have begun again. This time, the poles have been switched. The Divine Feminine will be more associated with what is Light, while the Divine Masculine will be associated more with what is Dark. Yin is now assertive. Yang is now receptive. We have ascended.
As soon as I realized this, another song popped into my head. It was, “Monday Morning,” by Death Cab for Cutie. I loved this song. A part of it goes like, “…when you’re looking in the mirror, what you see is gonna astound you. But all these lines and grays refine. They are the maps of our design of what began on a Monday morning.” It was a Monday morning. I had just realized we had ascended on a Monday morning. The energetics has been set. Now, it is time for physical reality to change. Maybe it will once I release this story. So, I decided then and there that I had to type this up and share it as soon as possible.
My neighbors were waking up at this point. Soon to follow were my childhood friends. We all slowly came alive, packed up our stuff, and then said goodbye. We all hit the road. Finally I could charge my phone. It came on.
No fucking way. The first thing I see on my phone’s lock screen is a snapchat from none other than Summer. Summer never snapchats me. Along with that were several texts from my dad. No fucking way. Once again, West Virginia had been decimated because of a derecho. Several small towns had been completely destroyed by flooding. Each of my first and my last Electric Forests, or rather, each of the most significant experiences of my life, has occurred while my home state was being battered by the perfect storm. Un-fucking-believable. Actually, by now it was perfectly believable. Especially after everything else that had happened to me.
I opened Summer’s snapchat. It was a picture of her face. She looked confused. In the caption she said she had just had an extremely realistic dream of being brutally murdered. She asked, “What’s up subconscious?” I knew what was up. She is a Lightworker. She is an energy worker. She is the Divine Feminine. She is the Great Mother. That same night that I had my insane experience, she was having a vivid and terrible nightmare. This nightmare represents the nightmare that humanity has been in for the past several thousand years. It was symbolic of all of the abuse we have committed not just against women, but against everyone and everything. It represented all of the abuse that we have done to the Great Cosmic Mother. Luckily, Summer woke up from the nightmare. Luckily, so are we. It is time to wake up.
As for what to do next, I am not sure. Only the Great Mother knows. I heard recently that Summer was beginning to learn the art of Reiki healing. It is a form of energy work whose purpose is to heal people without physically touching them. Instead, we heal using the energy of Love that exists forever within us. Maybe I will ask her to start to teach me. Maybe I will fall in love with her. Maybe I will do both. Maybe I will do neither. I have no idea, but there is one thing I know for certain. I know there is no such thing as coincidence.
ONLY INFINITE LOVE EXISTS. EVERYTHING ELSE IS AN ILLUSION.
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