I’ve never had all the answers. That’s why I question everything. Even if I could have all the answers, that sure would take all the fun out of life now wouldn’t it? I wake each morning and lay my head down each night with one thing on my mind: stay curious. Once we understand that the term child and adult don’t really mean anything, as is age only a number, we allow ourselves to sever their connection blinding us from our soul’s purpose. We aren’t here to be catalogued and easily referenced. Instead, we are here to unravel the mysteries that have stumped science, religion, and philosophy for centuries. Welcoming mysticism and Kabbalah, teachings kept divided from the core religions. The leaders edited out nearly everything in regards to our inner temples, that God is not somewhere up there, rather within each of us at our very heart, gut, mind, and soul centers. Divinity lives within all of us.
These men retooled the narrative giving a more grounded, earthly understanding of their version of the big picture. Religion would call it God’s plan for us that was always focused on out there, up there or even down there if you lived a sinful life never asking for forgiveness of evil ways. The truth is that there is no destination when we die, only a transition into pure, formless energy full of collective memory fueled with the childlike curiosity that faded as we aged into senility. I began rewiring and untying my own memories knotted and frayed, most connections barely holding on by a quarter millimeter cobweb. So frail yet after I dusted them off I realized these connections were not flimsy webs, they were neurons firing at full capacity once I requested access to what had been sent to the deep recesses of my mind.
I was never very comfortable in this world. So, after 50 years, I decided to build my own where everything connects to everything else just as my friend Leo foretold. It embraced all of nature’s creatures. I specifically sought out to befriend squirrels in my Pa’s memory. I am now very careful never to step on anything as I stroll along the path every morning, even ants and earthworms as they scurry across my way on the Swamp Rabbit. I called every squirrel “JoJo.” Pa used to call them “Joe.” They would hop onto his lap as he gifted them peanuts. They didn’t just grab the peanut and run back to the tree to shuck it either. They sat quite comfortably on his shoulder, even in his lap with no fear. I noticed immediately after I befriended my first “JoJo” that all the other squirrels followed suit. I don’t mean just the squirrels in the local vicinity of my first befriending. Everywhere no matter how far and wide the distance.
Miles away from that handshake encounter with “JoJo,” the trail squirrels never scurried away from me anymore. It’s as if morphic resonance is real. Well I’ve repeated this test with other animals. Guess what? Now animals both in the ground and even in the air go out of their way to welcome me into their precious portion of the world. One of the funniest things I’ve seen is that people’s dogs that they’re walking as they pass by me so many times the dogs pull away from their people to try to get to me. It’s as if I’ve been given some sort of special animal magnetism, some sort of charismatic trick. But there’s no trick here at all. It’s all just as true as granddad‘s center of gravity physics trick that looks completely impossible, but is such an easy way to share the spectacle of balancing a fork and spoon on a toothpick sitting on the very edge of a curved edge glass. We must see in order to believe, but not always.
Grandad’s trick looked impossible every time. How could Pa invite his little furry friends and feed them peanuts? I think it has a lot to do with understanding and seeing what is unseen. Understanding how everything is connected to everything else. There’s an invisible force of attraction between everything. We are just beginning to remember what we’ve known for centures, that we must believe in the unseen in order to understand our own innate superpowers. I have even acquired, more accurately awakened, my psychic abilities within my own temple. Everything on this website that I talk about most call it mumbo-jumbo let me tell you something. I will never ask for you to believe me or not, but I will tell you it’s all true no matter what you believe. I’m not here to open your eyes to anything. I’m just here to share how I have opened my own.
Once I requested access, the very next morning my eyes, my ears, and even tingling psychic abilities were beginning to heat up and take shape. Curiosity is not only for the cat or even us as children. It took me half a century to restart my own reality. Yet this time around, I’m not the crazy one. Rather, I consider myself quite sane as does my mental and physical health care team. There is so much more to life than what appears right in front of our faces. Beyond the distractions, beyond the anxieties lives a world where connection in the form of a superposition, possibly even a singularity, that lies at the heart of everything. Never lose that yearning quest for knowledge only found through direct experience. Testing a hypothesis in the lab never yields pure results. The experiment must be given a soul, a breath, a chance to grow beyond its original postulate outside in the sun surrounded by nature.