That Girl On The Beach

Two or three years ago whilst I was living near Bondi Beach, on some mornings I would get up early before work and go for a jog on the sand, which is roughly a kilometre in length. Every morning I would jog down to the sand in my trainers, take them off and then run barefoot back and forth across the yellow grains. I would take in the sunrise whilst I ran, and if I was up early enough I could catch it appear for the first time over the horizon, beyond the Tasman sea. I never tired of seeing that sight. The same could not be said of my knees as my bare feet pounded the hard sand near the water’s edge.

What a gift it has been to call this city home for the past five years, I am truly blessed, though it has never felt ‘easy’ here. I moved in with a woman when I arrived and was not ready for the relationship, we were not right for each other, and in retrospect I realise I was awful to her. I have long longed to apologise. I was homesick and lonely. I made new friends, but I wasn’t happy enough in myself to show them my best self. I lost my enthusiasm for my work. I lived in a mouldy apartment that made me sick, and then I moved into a new apartment and got bitten by something in my sleep, which made me even sicker. The four years since have been a hazy blur of faking being ok and working out how to get better. Fighting to heal. The past two or so of which have been documented in this blog. Whilst the symptoms were largely physical, I realise now how much of the underlying cause was mental, and dare I say it, spiritual.

But what a blessing this city has been. I cannot really do it justice. People typically move away from home to find an adventure or to run away from something. I look back and realise that I ran away only to find more suffering, to be less comfortable, and subsequently extended my suffering to the point of not being able to go on living as I was. To wake myself up from the nightmarish dream in which I slumbered. Sydney is undeniably a beautiful city, one of the best, one of the shiniest and sunniest, a land of opportunity, full of beautiful people, excellent coffee, excellent food and some of the dreamiest beaches in the world. It captures the heart of nearly everyone who comes here. It captured mine, and then proceeded to lock it into a pit of darkness.

Two or three years ago, I think three, perhaps late summer, it was before this blog commenced in June 2018, I digress. Let’s just say it was ‘a while back’. I was running on Bondi beach one morning before heading to work. It was early, the sun was just coming up, I was barefoot and listening to some music, probably trance, probably an Above & Beyond podcast or album, it usually is if I’m running. Anyway, I was running, not much else going on, ‘one foot in front of the other and repeat’ kind of deal. Knowing my brain, I was probably riddled with rumination and over-thinking. Running usually went like this for me, I’d run harder and harder, faster and faster, as if trying to outrun the evil demon in my mind that was rarely nice to me. I’d run as hard as I could, until I was so exhausted that I would collapse on to the sand and find a moment of brief respite in that silent exhaustion. The way I attacked a run was a metaphor for how I attacked life. Distracted. Exhausted. Without style. Without grace.

How many people exercise in pain like this? Looking around I reckon it’s like Donald Trump supporters – a large silent majority. I watch people when they run these days, they usually have this scrunched up face of pain or stern concentration. I can see them in the same battle I used to spend my runs locked in. It’s the same thing in yoga classes, and spin classes, and bodypump exercises. Some people seem to go to yoga with the intention of sweating themselves into such a state of exhaustion that they’ll fall into a much-needed sleepy peace in the shavasana at the end. Nearly everyone looks so damn serious. Knowing what I know about yoga now, it’s tragic to behold. It’s meant to be fun, like a dance, but tt’s like their faces say:

“I’m concentrating so damn hard here on finding peace that I have no time for fun. This is not meant to be fun. Finding peace is serious business, I have to sweat or I fail.”

I look at these faces, either stressed, miserable or distant like a zombie’s, as they race past me in the park, or hold a Warrior 2 on the mat, and I feel for them, I really do. I remember what that used to feel like. Occasionally I slip back into that state, but I’m much better at noticing when it happens and then finding my way back out. Much better. It used to feel like I was working damn hard to feel something, but I felt nothing. To prove something, but I proved nothing. To find something that was missing, but I only found more nothing. What was I missing? What are so many of us missing?

That morning on the sand, lost deep in my world of own crap, as my run neared the Southern end of the beach, I approached a girl dancing. As I methodically planted one foot in front of another and panted with misplaced exertion, I ran towards what appeared to be an angel. She twirled, and swirled, and leapt, and swept her hands and feet in circles and lines with a beauty and a grace that to be honest, dear reader, I had no idea what to do with. She glowed in that early morning light. I could see she had her earphones in and was clearly dancing to music whilst bringing her joyous expression of life to that cold hard sand down by the waters edge. We made eye contact for a moment as I ran past and she smiled a smile I will never forget. It was so pure, so beautiful, so full of joy, so happy and loving that I simply could not handle it. My mind went blank. I stopped running shortly after as I had run out of sand, I looked back and watched her for a moment, mesmerised, as she continued to dance.

I realise now, looking back, that it was a pivotal moment for me. She sparked something inside of me, that girl on the beach. She had something I didn’t know I was longing for. Freedom. Love. And I didn’t recognise it in the moment, in fact I don’t think I really fully recognised it until I sat down and started to type this today. Grace.

That girl on the beach was grace appearing in my life at the exact moment that she needed to appear. Grace has continued to appear in my life since, with increasing frequency as time progresses. Katie dragging me to Sydney was grace. The spider biting me in my sleep was grace. The former flatmate, Mathilde, who introduced me to the ecstatic dance that led to this blog was grace. The four days spent with Tony Robbins was grace. The two decades of romantic disappointment was grace. Finding myself in Thailand at that yoga retreat, studying under David, was grace. The woman I have been relentlessly pulled towards for the past year, but whom has always kept me at arm’s length, is grace. My campervan, Vinnie, breaking down and thus forcing me back to Australia was grace, I needed to come back here to find what I was looking for. All along. It was grace. All of it. That was what I was missing, and yet it was there right in front of me the whole time.

My entire life has happened exactly as it was meant to. How incredibly freeing. And my response? Gratitude. Gratitude for all the shit; the sadness; the anger; the fear; the confusion; the suffering; the pain. And all the good stuff of course; the family; the friends; the laughs; the shared experiences; the love; the challenges; the smiles; and the physical touches, and wonderment. And Awe. Look around. Be awed by the world around you. It is terrible, and yet it is awesome. Yin and Yang.

Gratitude. Gratitude for all of it.

A week ago I danced on my own in the park near to where I live, beautiful spiritual music filling my ears, looking every bit the lunatic. I span around and around as I became the music. I twirled, and swirled, and leapt, and swept my arms in circles and lines. My entire being was filled with feelings of love and freedom and connection. I channeled that girl on the beach. With grace.

I smile a lot these days, I smile for no reason other than to be alive. I don’t need anything special to be happy. I have nothing to prove. Nothing to fear. My body demands I take care of it with basic whole foods, plenty of water, sleep and exercise and time and space (yoga/meditation). It’s taken me a long time to get here, and I know the path is never ending, but that death is simply a return home. I smile because I am grateful. Grateful for it all. Grateful for this experience of life, for the grace that I feel within my being, and shows up in my life. It has been so hard, so long, so lonely, so awfully confusing, and yet so magical, mysterious and wonderful in equal measure.

I recognise the look on the faces as I walk past people and smile at them now. People in cities are weirded out by strangers who smile at them. They look back confused, or perturbed, they avert their gaze, turn their heads to their friends, or their phones. They react as I once did to that girl on the beach, it is too much for them to make sense of so they turn from it. I have often longed to leave the darkness of the cities this year and retreat to the light of nature’s sanctuary, but something has kept me where I am, and now I know why.

I no longer despair when people turn from my smile, for I know a smile is all it takes. The seed is sown with that smile. A smile lights up the world. It is part of why those damn masks are so insidious and you won’t catch me wearing one. Like that girl on the beach I am going to do my part in healing this world, one smile, one twirl, one swirl, one blog, or Instagram post at a time. The anger and sadness within me grows weaker with each passing day, the darkness of the world affects me less, and with each spurt of growth I become more assured of my purpose here. It is the same purpose we all have. To light it up. To take each other’s hands and guide each other home, together, with love, to Graceland.

I’m going to Graceland
For reasons I cannot explain
There’s some part of me wants to see Graceland
And I may be obliged to defend
Every love, every ending
Or maybe there’s no obligations now
Maybe I’ve a reason to believe
We all will be received
In Graceland

Paul Simon, Graceland

This truly is the most incredible life, the most incredible experience. The world we inhabit may be currently filled with darkness, but where there is darkness there must also be light. The darkness is no match for the light. It never was, and it never will be. The pain is here to guide us towards the light, and I will shine my torch of love into every dark place I can find.

Together, we shall walk each other home, with style, with grace.

Amazing grace. That saved a wretch like me.

Love,

Christopher

How does this happen? I sit down to write and an hour later out pops 2000 words. Are these words even mine? What is ‘mine’? Nothing. It is all ours.

If you would like to work with me because you’re suffering or stuck in a rut and can’t see a way out, then head over to my business page at www.mindbodyquantumhealing.com for details on what I do and how to contact me.

How Can I Help You?

People often ask me what is I do, I figured it’s about time I created a page to send them to in order to explain it. You can read on, or you can head over to services site: www.mindbodyquantumhealing.com

When I first started working with clients it was mostly friends, generously offering themselves up as guinea pigs in my grand experiment. But then others, strangers, started appearing as if from nowhere, seekers looking for answers, looking for peace – answers and peace they had not been able to find elsewhere. It was a strange and unplanned development, it’s not like I had set out with an intention to become a meditation guide / healer / trauma therapist / transformation coach… it just sort of happened. You may not believe in a higher power, but to me it has felt very much like I was chosen to do what I now do. Very “woo woo” indeed, but here I am, this is what I do, and at some point I accepted that I’m really bloody good at it.

So what is it that I do? I will attempt to summarise it in one sentence: I bring clients into a state of meditation, a trance if you were, and from that place I work with the client to release negative vibrations held within them (suppressed emotions – often from childhood), and then move into re-programming subconscious messaging with new beliefs which are more positive and beneficial for the client. Simple! Typically it takes somewhere between 3 to 8 sessions for a client to get to a place they are happy with.

Many, if not most of us, are carrying old emotional wounds, often without knowledge of what it is that we carry. Sometimes these wounds can be decades old, dating back to early childhood, the memories may be vague, or even gone, but the wound remains. By bringing what is dysfunctional within our subconscious to the surface and then releasing it, often has profound, lasting and hugely beneficial impacts for the person involved. A number of my clients have had huge shifts after just one session with me.

These negative vibrations that we may suppress within us can hold us back dramatically; mentally and physically. They are often the root cause of addiction issues, anger and violence problems, self doubt, self hate, self harm, eating disorders, dysfunctional relationship patterns and so on. They can in many cases also be the root cause of physical ailments, aches, pains and diseases. The tragedy is that they can be released quickly and easily with the help of an empathetic healer like myself, but there aren’t that many of us about, and we are often looked down upon as quacks, regardless of what success we may have had. It is a real shame, but the tide does appear to be turning on this, the world of alternative medicine is gradually becoming more accepted despite the propaganda war that is waged against it.

So that, in a nutshell, is what I can offer. I cannot really explain how I came to have this ability, some may call it a gift although it does not always feel as so. It is however, undeniably a force for good, and I know I have no option but to share it with those who need help, need answers, need peace. Whatever their circumstance, whoever they are, wherever they may be. I have no judgement for my clients, I was a big fuck up at one time too, I have only a burning desire to help them achieve a more positive state. I see the world at large in the same way.

If you’re intrigued to know more I recommend looking at some of the testimonials from some of my past clients – see navigation bar at the top of this page, and/or watch the video I posted on the ‘What is Finding our Form?’ page. If you know someone who is stuck in negative patterns of behaviour, who isn’t very nice to themselves in their head, who is chronically sick, in chronic pain, or even has a disease, who drinks too much, smokes or takes drugs, if you know someone who is ready to make a change, then a call to me might just be what is required. Maybe that someone is your partner? Your parent? Your child? Or maybe it is you? I offer a free ‘no obligation’ consult on the phone, the onus is on you to pick it up and dial.

There is no need to sign up straight away, I like to have a 20-30 minute chat with a prospective new client before we start to work together. There is no obligation at that stage. There is no issue that we cannot work with, whether it be day-to-day stress, general life worries, childhood abuse, adult trauma, chronic illness such as autoimmune disease or cancer. I cannot promise a cure, but I can promise that every single client I have worked with has reported feeling happier and lighter, and that those benefits have lasted far longer than any massage.

When I left Thailand, having spent three months in relentless yoga and meditation practice I knew there had been some fairly fundamental shifts in who I was, and what I was. I turned up on that small tropical island with no idea of what laid in store. I didn’t harbour any dreams of becoming a yoga teacher, I didn’t realise so much of the course would be meditative, I didn’t have a clue, I just kind of ended up there. Looking back it’s wonderful to contemplate on that, because I know now that I was exactly where I needed to be, when I needed to be there.

And so I ask you: Where is it that you need to be?

I found a new level of peace and understanding on that small island, understanding of myself, but also of all of us. I developed this ability, this gift, and now it is my duty to share it so that others may also find more peace, and more understanding in their own lives.

Because really, at the heart of it, that’s what this life is all about isn’t it?

Covid-19 and the Unstoppable March of ‘Civilisation’

Less than three hundred years ago the British rocked up in Sydney Harbour, stuck a Union Jack in the ground and declared that Australia was theirs. Think about this for a moment. It is mad!

There was already a largely peaceful people living on the land in tribes, but the Pomms didn’t give two hoots about that – in they came and conquered. Imagine if your neighbour marched into your house, declared it was now his, put you in chains and sent you off to go live in the garden shed. This is essentially what happened. Lord knows how many aboriginal people lost their lives in defending against this invasion, and in the subsequent enslavement, but it was lots. Lots and lots. Their weapons were primitive by comparison and they stood no chance against the weaponary, intention and organisation of the Brits. I’ve read that in some cases they welcomed the visitors as friends, their reward was betrayal, poverty, enslavement and death. Having lived in Australia for the past five years (and it’s not lost on me, thus benefiting from the aforementioned invasion), it is not hard to see that the native people of this land did not do particularly well out of Colonial rule. The British Empire bringing civilisation to this land did a lot for the British Empire, but for the native people that had called this giant red island home for tens of thousands of years it was disastrous.

If we took this same principle but on a smaller scale it may be easier to comprehend. Imagine you owned a plot of land, five acres for instance, and on this land you grew vegetables, had an orchard of fruit trees and kept goats and chickens. A stream ran through the property that provided fresh water for drinking and washing. You had a solar panel set up on your roof that provided enough electricity to run the fridge-freezer and a couple of other appliances. You would be pretty set wouldn’t you? Now imagine you have a bunch of amicable neighbours all doing the same. You trade produce, and in times of food scarcity you still have enough between you to keep going. Life is good. The off-grid dream!

Now imagine that some people appear on your land with big scary weapons, the likes of which you’ve never seen before. They say to you

“we’re taking this land from you and your neighbours, we’re going to build a high rise apartment building on one of them for you all to live in, a water processing facility to ‘clean’ the water on another, a grain farm here and a vegetable farm there. We’re going to keep the chickens and goats but we’re the only ones allowed to eat the eggs, meat and dairy from now on. We’ll install a processing centre on one of the plots and that will convert some of the grains and vegetables into something that tastes a bit like chicken. It will be plant-based, don’t worry that you’ve been eating goats and chickens for years, plant-based is good for you! Trust us. Here watch this documentary that proves it. Some of you, the strongest, will be employed to work on the farms and in the processing plants, and in return you will be given money which could be used to buy plant-based food, water and accommodation. The weaker ones will be sent away”

You would protest wouldn’t you? Previously you had a lovely home on a nice plot of land and you could grow your own food and collect fresh water from the stream without charge. You were healthy, cooperated with and enjoyed your friends and lived a life of natural abundance. It would be hard to see many people agreeing to live in an apartment and losing control of their food supply without a fight. But the new people who arrived had these scary new weapons, and even if the community banded together and protested against the invasion, the invaders simply did not care, because they wanted the land for their own gain. They came with a plan to take it, and they came with better weapons. It would not be your choice to make. You would have to either accept the forced dominion or die fighting it.

Have a look around. How many people live in apartments and work in the system to pay the rent, buy shitty food and drink chemically processed water….

This is essentially the story of Adam and Eve and the garden of Eden. The aboriginal people of Australia, like the Native Indians of North America and the various tribal peoples of South America, and Africa, and Asia, and so on, they all had the roam of land, the garden of Eden, Gaia, Mother Earth. Throughout the past two millennia and beyond tribes have had their freedom to live and hunt on the lands of their forefathers taken from them by more ‘civilised’ societies, nations and empires. Ever since we developed agriculture 10,000 years ago this has been the case. Caesar and the Romans did it. Alexander and the Greeks did it. The Persians did it, as did the Aztecs and Mayans, and the Egyptians. The English, the French, the Spanish, the Portuguese, Belgians, Dutch, and so on. In 1939 the Germans attempted it. Occasionally a coup fails if enough people stand up and are willing to die fighting for freedom.

What am I getting at? Please bear with me. In 1945 America dropped two new weapons on Japan, the likes of which the world had never seen before, the destruction was so vast, and so terrifying, that WWII was ended in that moment and the game had changed. In that moment developed nations knew they could not go to war with each other again, or at least not in the old ways of battle. If they did they risked a total global apocalypse, total loss of life. Three months prior to the dropping of those bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki the United Nations charter was signed and to this day 192 members nations remain signed up, out of 194 recognised nations on Earth.

War always evolves with the times; at one time the bow and arrow would have been considered a game changer; just as the use of horseback cavalry; tanks; and drones have been at some point. 1945 changed the game dramatically. War between nations of wealth was no longer possible. The costs too dear, the risks too great. We cannot destroy the only home we have, but healthy men have testosterone in such great quantities that men want and need to fight, and fight they shall, one way or another, unless that testosterone is reduced or eliminated, by say a nutrient-deficient diet, sedentary lifestyles, fluoridated water, chemical-laden food. Fertility rates in the West have fallen off a cliff in the past fifty years. Why is that?

Here are some facts:

  1. Men are hard-coded to fight, it’s in our genes. We are competitive for good reason. To grow strong. To get the women we desire. To hunt. To eat. To fight. To protect ourselves, our families and our tribes.
  2. Civilisations of strength will always seek to expand and grow. Grow in size, grow in wealth, grow in influence. Men will typically drive this because men are hard coded to be competitive and to provide as best they can for their families.
  3. Peaceful civilisations are pretty much always conquered unless they are naturally protected by geographical means – look at Tibet, peaceful as they come, protected by its place high up in the Himalayas, but China still had the last laugh. A Dalai Lama in exile for the entirety of his adult life, 6000 temples leveled, a way of life destroyed. Just as it was for the aboriginal people here in Australia.

Hiroshima changed everything. Men could no longer lead other men into battle, empires could no longer be expanded through old school invasion. But men still want to conquer, men are still ruled by primitive desires, men still seek power. Men are not to be blamed for this, it is a hardwired evolutionary design to protect the women and children, how could we attack them for their human nature? And how does this tie in with Covid-19?

Back in March of 2020 I wrote that I suspected that Covid was a scam designed to facilitate the latest advancement of ‘civilisation’ and consolidation of power. Just as the Romans brought roads, and the British brought sewers, this latest bunch of invaders will bring smart cities, faster communications, clean energy, reduced crime and fake sustainable foods…and who knows what else. In fifty years I suspect 15 year olds will be in an online classroom being taught about the way of the ‘savages’ back in 1995 and how they used to consume drugs, get royally pissed up on a Friday night and take strangers back to their shared houses to eat kebabs at 3am and fuck like drunken rabbits. Only then to wake up on Saturday, gobble a bacon sarnie and head off to watch the football with sixty thousand others and get pissed up again. Awful. The savages! Just wait until you hear about these events they had called music festivals…

From what I can tell, the vast majority of people lost their minds to fear over the past six months, fear of a virus, fear of each other, and fear of death. The majority have been so consumed with fear that they were unable to see what 2020 has really been, an invasion. Small businesses, jobs, savings, pensions, ways of life, travel, the arts, leisure, etc have all been systematically destroyed, and because of our fear of death most have welcomed it enthusiastically (and despite my repeated and increasingly desperate warnings). Like in the movie V for Vendetta, we will likely look back and shake our heads at how foolish we were.

The Romans had the organisation and training of their legions, the British had their ships, rifles and cannons, the Americans had the bomb in 1945, and in 2020 the new invaders have lab-created viruses, smart phones, social media and a population made soft by poor quality food, sedentary lifestyles, fluoridated water, netflix, and a long running and very public attack on ‘toxic masculinity’. The West has also lost its spiritual connection and as such is petrified of death. We are up to our eyeballs in debt; economically; socially; and spiritually. We have been ripe for the taking. And taken we are being.

The United Nations charter was drafted three months before Pearl Harbour was attacked by the Japanese and the Americans entered the war. It was signed before the war was over. The Americans provoked the Japanese into the attack – did they want an excuse to enter the war? Two inexperienced pilots took control of two commercial airliners and flew them with precision into two skyscrapers, and the world watched on as two buildings which were designed to withstand such an impact collapsed as if they had been professionally demolished, and then building 7 next door, which was not hit by a plane also went down like it had controlled explosives in the basement, but apparently was deemed to be caused by office furnishing fires. 9/11 signalled the agreement of the Patriot Act, which was copied around the world as Governments sought to know more about their citizens in order to protect them. Many people lost their lives on 9/11, many more lost theirs in the resulting ‘war on terror’. The CIA and GCHQ gained power, lots of it. Those weapons of mass destruction never did turn up did they? Did they want an excuse to conduct mass surveillance?

Covid-19 has come along and now Governments around the world have a really good reason to know even more about their citizens, in order to protect them from the threat, of course. You only have to look at the treatment of Assange and Snowden to smell a rat may be crawling around here. A very big rat. (sidenote – Snowden’s interview on the Rogan podcast is a must watch/listen)

If there is a rat – who are the invaders? Look around? It’s not the Romans, English, or the Nazis this time. Pretty much every single elected government on earth is seeking to gain more control over its people. It looks a lot like a concerted effort does it not? The United Nations is a collection of 192 member states who in 1992 signed up to Agenda 21. Agenda 21 laid out the plan for the 21st century to reduce poverty and increase sustainability, conserve natural resources, and ultimately protect the Earth from destruction. In 2015 the members got back together and agreed that the timeline needed to brought forward sharpish, faced with the exponential destruction of the planet they opted to bring the target forward to 2030. The world needed to be sustainable by 2030.

But how do you achieve that with a global population nearing eight billion and rising living standards? How to achieve that with a growing middle class demanding more meat, travel, and toys? How on earth do you move three billion people out of extreme poverty whilst also improving sustainability and protecting wildlife and the environment? I guess you could remove them from poverty by placing them into graves? People, ordinary, decent people recoil at this possibility, but people forget that we cull badgers, and kangaroos, and deer, and any other wild species that grows in number too quickly and threatens the ecology of the environment. Throughout history man has been shown to be only too willing to cull its own numbers. Why should today, in 2020, be any different?

Is it possible that a man-made virus, a well oiled propaganda machine, and co-operation on an international scale could place the entire planet into a place of fear and lockdown and thus make the people, already weakened by 21st century decadence or poverty, easy to manipulate? Once easy to manipulate, could unseen powers use this situation to bring about this envisioned new world in Agenda 21? I’ll let you make your own mind up on that one. If I put forward my opinion then many will point the finger and mindlessly scream “conspiracy theorist!”, “Wear a mask!”, “Stay indoors!”, “Take the Vaccine”. Fear does incredible things to people’s ability to think logically and clearly.

…because that is what fear and herd mentality does to people. We are but sheep if we allow ourselves to be, and like lambs, we can be led to the slaughter without realising that slaughter awaits us.

Is it possible that we are witnessing an invasion? Is it possible that, just like the aboriginal people of the land I have called home for the past five years, that our way of life is under attack by invaders with much smarter weapons? Is it possible that the anti-vaxxers and anti-5G peeps aren’t as mad as they might appear? Is it possible that all is not quite as it seems?

I’ll leave you to ponder that.

One final thing to bear in mind, the Roman empire got too big for its boots and collapsed, the same thing has happened to pretty much every empire that ever existed. Men have oppressed mankind since the dawn of time. A flood always comes eventually to wash away the filth. A man once stood up before his followers and told them to build their house on stone, for if they built their house on sand and the flood came the house would not survive. Sage advice that is as relevant today as it was two thousand years ago.

Love,

Christopher

If you would like to work with me because you’re suffering or stuck in a rut and can’t see a way out, then head over to my business page at www.mindbodyquantumhealing.com for details on what I do and how to contact me.

The Answer.

This is all anyone needs to know, and it’s what we all need to know. The seekers will find it when their searching demands it. I did not write it.

This is the answer to every problem and every question.

The answer to all angst, confusion, loneliness, fear and unrest.

It is the solution to all war, all conflict and all darkness.

It is a gift to humanity that we must share openly and plant firmly into our souls.

We must find each other.

We must – all us, ultimately – become friends. We must resign ourselves to truly connect and look after each other – no matter what.

But first we must find ourselves. We find ourselves and from that place we find each other. Hello – I love you – I’m here for you and I’ll never leave.

To gradually bind ourselves together in this way is really all we need to do and all we need to know.

As for why?

There’s a rabbit hole that travels deep down into the darkness inside of us. In the depths of that abyss lies absolute enlightenment – a secret place that is so beautiful that we must forget it if we ever see it or we risk not coming back to this earthly place. We are all traversing through the darkness as best we can, and one day we will find the light on the other side. But slowly we must go, and unless we feel the essential call we needn’t try to cross over in this earthly life. Until we have become strong enough to behold it, it’s dangerous to look directly in the face of truth. It may take many lifetimes to prepare, so be patient. Know you are the champion within, and the more you tap into the feeling that comes through your heart the more you will grow as a human being.

What is at the source is what gives us our love. Our life. It is our consciousness. It is who we all are and it is where this message comes from. It is the greatest secret of all time and all the universe. The holy grail. It can never be told to you. It can only be revealed to you from within. You are in a puzzle, and one day, when you have grown enough love, enough strength, and enough wisdom, you will solve it.

And so, we must learn to find each other, as true friends, whatever it takes, no matter what. To summon the courage to reach out of ourselves and into the eyes of the other. To find our light and plunge our hands into their darkness. And to stretch our hands up through our darkness and into their light.

To find and be found.

To meet and be met.

To hold and be held.

To need and be needed.

To see and be seen.

To trust and be trusted.

And to never ever, under any circumstances whatsoever, give up on each other. In this way we will find what we are looking for and our species will raise itself up within nature like an indestructible web of light in the universe.

This is THE ANSWER.

Do not underestimate it or devalue it in any way. It is of absolute and fundamental importance. A kind of essentiality that words could never describe. It simply *must* be so. It is the life purpose for all of us. It is the purpose and supreme meaning of life itself.

As for anything else, nothing else really matters at all

(and what an astonishing cosmic joke that is)

I am. You are. We are. It is.

Love,

The Universe

If you would like to work with me because you’re suffering or stuck in a rut and can’t see a way out, then head over to my business page at www.mindbodyquantumhealing.com for details on what I do and how to contact me.