The vistas have been incredible and the air humid with a salt sea mist , allowing open visor riding that brings the prana deep into my nasal passages and down into my body. I have filled my cup with this Love that surrounds me. The Prana palpable, positive, pure essence of divine intelligence surrounding all Creation. It is a tonic drunk in by the Souls subtle experiences with energetic precision. Fulfilling rejuvenation as I realize I have been on the road for almost a month and ridden over 3000 miles covering 6 states, as well as going to Victoria, British Columbia, Canada. As I fill my cup on this glorious day in Newport, OR I am grateful.

Since leaving Olympia on 10/10/10, I have continued to have a wonderful experience! As I walked out of Batdorf and Bronsons on Capital, the rain was coming down. I suited up and mounted my trusty steed, yet to be named, and rode into the low clouds to find a copy shop. While there, the guy that helped me was interested in my work and commented that he was seeing a Shaman in a few days. We talked of energy and experience and he was appreciative of the information. I am always in the right place at the right time, with the correct information and Truth. I always remember this now and acknowledge that I am a healer and reverent being. ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

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As has been the case in the past, my word count has shown me something. 333 at the end of that last statement and I know… I am a 9 of spades in the destiny card system… check out the facebook app and see what you are, I have found them to b very accurate…

I told him about my knowing that “wherever I go the sun will shine…” and I had to laugh as I walked out into a hint of the rays trying to peek through the lifting clouds. To the west, a lighter sky as I rode out of Olympia on Highway 12. Within minutes, the roads were dry and blue sky up ahead and by the time I got to Montesano, it was actually hot! Not a cloud left, I ride right to the place to be and see old colleague and friend before heading out of Washington State. He is in the midst of his newest creation and I promoting mine. We share and smile, laugh with each other and I depart, now feeling complete that all has been accomplished and I was free to really open up the bike.

The road through Cosmopolis revealing the state of the local economy, mills and the largest employer shut down years ago, a once vibrant strip is quiet with empty yards and vacant lots. I remember what my mentor back then always preached… Change. And he was right, things did change here and those that rolled with it have done all right I suspect. As I ride through town, I fill the air around me with my highest vibration of Love and Kindness. Beaming it all directions from the bike as I slowly move through the denser frequencies. Then the road to Raymond and beyond, I am excited to ride again.

I am headed towards Astoria, OR and the ride through the bays and estuaries of southwest Washington is pleasing to my senses. There is traffic, yet I am blessed with open spaces to pass safely and all is a smooth ride down to the mouth of the Columbia River. In my helmet now I am running my prosperity and peace mantras, stilling my mind to the hum of the engine and the rhythm of the road. There is very little thought as the miles go by, yet my subconscious is actively working with the energies around and within me. I have trained myself over the years to understand what is happening at that level and now I see what these mantras are doing. Deep within my core everything has shifted; I now am consistently and cohesively experiencing the Loving Timeline.

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777, very spiritual number… more affirmation. Everywhere one looks on the Loving Timeline, evidence is provided.

I ride across the Astoria Bridge into OR, crossing the mouth of the Columbia River, on the longest truss bridge in North America. It just keeps going, some 6.5 kilometers and what a gorgeous ride. Through Astoria and I am now looking for a campground. Its not till Manzanita that I find one and I am grateful as it is getting dark, foggy and colder. Its huge, and even has yurts for rent, but all I need is a small patch of grass for a tent. In finding that, I set up camp and cook, feeling like all is well for the day. After all is ready for the night, I walk down to the beach and sit peacefully looking at the stars… Seeing a shooting star provides another sign and I sigh with a deep knowing and more gratitude. I am here, I am now and I am walking my path…

I am visited by raccoons who rattle my camp stove and pots, though there is nothing for them to eat. I chuckle as its eyes shimmer in the flashlight and I ask it politely to leave. Obliging it moves away and I peacefully drift off to sleep. I feel my subconscious working the energy and I know that all is perfect. The smile on my face and the Love in my heart is immense and I share…

Much Love and Kindness,
Marc

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